As is often the case, the longer you can hold off, the more likely you’ll be screaming in pleasure at the end.
If I do not please, I cannot seduce. If I do not seduce, I cannot influence. If I do not influence, I repent.
There’s suffering all around us. Why not take some pleasure from it?
For some, the pleasure is in the pain.
There’s never a dull moment, or any rest, where youth and pleasure meet.
That’s one of the pleasures of dying. I can finally admit my mistakes. It also makes it easier to ask for favors.
I get no pleasure from your anxiety. I trained Vaun and the others to be better, they failed us. I’m here now. I will stop him.
