Peter Rook

“I sometimes glance around during church and wonder, ‘Who else is wearing a butt plug? Just me? Nah, can’t be. Oh, that guy! He’s got something up his poop shoot for certain!”
― DX, The Reluctant Master

“She was a rubberized, squirming seductress, a latex siren. Her bondage accented her curves, with shinny cups hungrily sucking her voluminous tits and her heavy corset squeezing her waist. I could see the muscles in her arms and thighs flex and contract.
I couldn’t look away.
She was beautiful.”
― DX, The Reluctant Master

“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

“I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country