I've faked orgasms before, but this is the first time I've faked not having an orgasm.

We made love, and then she threw up.

I wish," I said. "I could save orgasms in a jar for when I need them, because I think I have a few extra.

For the most expensive way to realize an orgasm, men open their wallets. For the cheapest, they close their eyes.

I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.