Quotes About Masculinity

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.

We noticed a crasher at the bar - that shows what a real man he is - he's here to show he's not ticked for not being asked.

When we have distorted and painful images of men and masculinity, more often than not we find ourselves in dysfunctional relationships with all forms of power and authority.

He equates his worth with his penis, and also uses it as a weapon." "Okay, now I see it wearing a gold chain and toting a blaster. Stop now.

The least I can do after standing you up tonight is make you feel manly.

Tell me something,boys. Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all?

W:At least I'm not pussy-whipped! T:Nice. Fucking. Suit. --Wrath to Tohr

What's next? The size of my cock?" "Hey, even pencils can get the job done—I've heard the moaning from your room to prove it.

The front door swung open, and Zsadist strode into the house. Wrath glared. Nice of you to show up, Z. Busy tonight with the females? How about you get off my dick?

As she shuffled back, he glanced down at the tent between his legs. Christ, that goddamn thing in there was huge; he looked like he had another arm in his pants.

Man, it was a good thing he fought like a nasty bastard or he might have been taken for a nancy.

It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set.

It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. As Lassiter crouched beside the Brother's pretzel of a body, he was feeling a little nauseous himself, and he took a moment to cup what hung between his legs—just to reassure the boys downstairs that however much of an iconoclast he was, some things were sacred.

He didn't even know what it was, Vishous." "The tux?" V lit a hand-rolled. "Of course he didn't. He's a real male.

Tell me something, boys, he drawled. Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all?

Stepping onto the bath mat, that was also done in that god-awful deep pinky red, he toweled himself off. Still erect. Glancing at his fighting clothes, he found himself loath to put them upon his skin. Rough. Scratchy. Dirty. Mayhap the feminine environment was contaminating him. Xcor ended up in the big bed, naked, upon his back. Still erect.

God, everything about him radiated sex, from the strength in his body to the way he moved to the smell of his skin.

All around, grown men were getting out of cars and shoving at each other like fifteen-year-olds, the bunch of juiced-up, armchair quarterbacks ready to peanut-gallery it up: The closest they were going to get to the octagon was standing on the outside of the chicken wire looking in.

Qhuinn was a male's male. And not just because he was a fighter and had a mate who was a dude. Yeah

You got hair like a girl," Mr. D said. "And you smell like bubble bath. At least I can get a trim." "I'm wearing Old Spice." "Next time try something stronger. Like horse manure." Mr.

At least I'm not pussy-whipped." "Nice. Fucking. Suit.

And he was not surprised that the mahmen was the one who'd woman'd up. After however many years in homicide, he had learned about the differences between the sexes. Men were physically stronger, true. But the women? They were the warriors. As much as those males who had come with her would have run into a burning building to save her, not one of them was strong enough to take her place for this heartbreaking duty. Because they couldn't handle it. "All

Rhage stepped in front of him. "Hey, hi! How are you?" Hollywood stuck his hand out. "I'd like to introduce myself. I'm the piece of meat that's going to force you headfirst into your buddy Qhuinn's Hummer as soon as it gets here. Just figured I'd introduce myself before I rope your ass and throw you over my shoulder like a bag of sand.

V swallowed a curse. Man, if he were any more chicked-out about her, he'd be wearing nail polish.