"Oh, your cock," moaned Strunk. "Your big, beautiful, hard cock. I love feeling you thrust inside me, so slowly, so masterfully, so ardently and attentively"
"Oxford comma!" cried White. It had long been their safeword. "How could you do that to me? You know how I feel about adjectives and adverbs."
"I'm awfully sorry, my dear." Strunk held White until his horrified shuddering ceased. "I got carried away. Let me make it up to you." He whispered in White's ear. "I want you. You're the only man whom I've ever wanted."
"Perfect," White murmured. "Talk to me just like that."