And no chick fucking either, unless we both agree to it, of course." Turner pauses and scowls. "Though I can't imagine sharing you with anyone. Makes me fucking sick to my stomach.

— C.M. Stunich

(...) before they actually admit to the big 'L' word. Love or lust - what's the big, damn deal? You're going to fuck either way, right?

— C.M. Stunich

He plays with his lip rings, using his tongue to slide them in and out of the holes. AAAAA that was imagery I so did not need.

— C.M. Stunich

If you can think of your lover in six senses, then I'd say you're nailed. They've got themselves wrapped around your heart. And your cock. (...) Six senses? (...) Sight, sound, taste, scent, touch, and the other, that thing you can't figure out that means everything. 

— C.M. Stunich

It means something, but it doesn't change anything.

— C.M. Stunich

It's all so sexy and cute and romantic...until the music changes to "In The Club" by 50 Cent.

— C.M. Stunich

It wasn't necessarily that I wasn't a fan of fairies. Really. It wasn't that. It was that I wasn't a fan of being taken hostage by a group of fairies.

— C.M. Stunich

Kidnap me and take me away. Throw me across the back of your bike and show me what it feels like to have the wind in your face and the sun on your skin, day in and day out. If it's anything at all like this then it must be heaven on earth. 

— C.M. Stunich

Men come and go, but best friends are irreplaceable.

— C.M. Stunich

Perversion is just another form of art. It's like painting or drawing or sculpting. Except instead of paint, us perverts use sex as our medium. 

— C.M. Stunich