A man's love for a woman is not defined by his availability in bed, but by every ingredient he adds to improve the taste of the relationship.

If a woman's vagina was hell fire, then alot of sex maniacs would prefer to spend their eternity in hell.

In entirety, valentine is a FUCKING DAY, rather than the sanctity of its literal meaning.

If you are aware of the kind of hunger, regrets and frustrations that follows rumpy pumpy, you would stir clear from hanky panky.

Whether you studied sexology or not, nobody will teach you how to screw, nobody will point to your vagina and say, hey that's where you pee and bonk! And nobody will say, hey, your penis can ejaculate when you stroke or slide it into a woman's punani!