I have a rule.””Elaborate.”The statue is still warm from the previous visitors. “I ask myself, if the worst happened—if I did get knocked up-would I be embarrassed to tell my child who his father was?...

Women are caught between feminism and the pornification of America, and men are, too. I spent my youth squatting on a pedestal, the beauty queen who couldn’t get laid. I’ve been a Relationship Consultant, phone...

Before he could say anything, “I told him; I have had my share of boys”.He drew me closer and said “let me your man then”.

What is it with you, sex, and modes of transportation?

Sex with the gorilla went on a bit, but once he’d stumbled over my clitoris we both had good times.

Beneath my dress is a ladder of desire,that I climb tonight and each night after that.

Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.

That was what stuck in the craws of all the good women of Deptford: Mrs Dempster had not been raped, as a decent woman would have been—no, she had yielded because a man wanted her....

All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities.

I used to arch my back for boys who couldn’t even remember the color of my bedsheets.But you, however, made me turnover the arch on my mouth.

I wanted her body and soul, but body first.

So many faces so many smiles and I am lost in all off them❤ ❤

I’ll come and make love to you at five o’clock. If I’m late start without me.

Sex was like the wooden horse of Troy, he decided. How uncomplicated a gift it seemed at first, but once you had let it through the gate how many unexpected dangers might be found to...

Her life was like a burst of wild, flowing Chinese calligraphy, written under the influence of alcohol.

My sexuality is not an inferior trait that needs to be chaperoned by emotionalism or morality.

I mean, I don’t know much about the Civil War, but whenever I think of that time—I mean, ever since Gone With the Wind I’ve had these fantasies about those generals, those gorgeous young Southern...

For some, it is vain.For others it is lust.With the right person it is spiritual.

Smartass Disciple: Master, why should people love each other ?Master of Stupidity: Well, orgasm is felt better than kill each other.

Men chase by night those they will not greet by day.

Get up and get on the bed in the Master. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.

I love guys on the inside. I go inside boys all the time.

After a good roll in the hay, when he’s all peaceful and serene and he hasn’t a worry or a care in the world, and the euphoric calm of release is drifting through his cerebrum,...

While the repression of a memory is a psychological process, the suppression of feeling is accomplished by deadening a part of the body or reducing its motility so that feeling is diminished. The repression of...

Yes, sex is troublesome and beautiful. And only when we drop our expectations, and know that we’ll have moments of great sex and moments when our sexuality confounds, pains, or infuriates us, will we be...

For the first time in his life he understood why the Bible called sex “knowing”. Everything was different. Now he knew Dante. He’d known Dante. And wonder of wonders, Dante had known him right back.

Do you know how much damage we could do to each other in an hour?

I wasn’t expecting him to light candles or scatter rose petals. But I just made myself infertile for him, so the least he could’ve done was make the bed.

I’d seen him around town for a year or so before he made a move on me. I’d heard good and bad things about him. One friend said he was just out for sex. Another...

One of the most valuable things we can learn from open sexual lifestyles is that our programming is changeable.

Once I had a wild fling on an otherwise boring weekend holiday in Edinburgh, with a guy I met who turned out to be a psychiatrist. He agreed with me, after hours and hours of...

My fear of abandonment is exceeded only by my terror of intimacy.

All women love semi-rape. They love to be taken.It was his sweet brutality against my bruised body that made his act of love so piercingly wonderful.

Marrying for sex is like flying to London for the free peanuts and pretzels. It’s not the point of the thing, is it?

I can’t,” I said. “I threw my back out masturbating.

If you have a story that seems worth telling, and you think you can tell it worthily, then the thing for you to do is to tell it, regardless of whether it has to do...

This morning my girlfriend was so loud in bed that we woke up the neighbors. So I told them to roll over and go back to sleep.

When I was done raking and bagging, I banged on the door and demanded entry /…let me in by the hair on your chinny, chin-chin/ (a fairytale moment there) Dick opened it and in his...

[Masters and Johnson found] the so-called vaginal orgasm was actually not vaginal. When it happened at all, it was the result of friction between clitoral hood and clitoris that some women experienced when the thrusts...

With love, it’s better to act now and think later. Write your love poem after you’ve made love, and not before.

Look here, Mrs. Bradley,” he said. “I feel a pretty frightful bounder telling you all this about the poor girl, but I think some woman ought to know about it. On Wednesday night, yes, last...

One of the side effects of Viagra is blurred vision. Sounds great! When I’m taking a pill to pop a stiffy, how great is it that any woman I look at has blurred features and...

I can describe an axe entering a human skull in great explicit detail and no one will blink twice at it. I provide a similar description, just as detailed, of a penis entering a vagina,...

My wife and I make love every night, sometimes even to each other.

Of all things possible, the impossible is the only one worth skipping sex for.

Love is friendship…just with less clothes, which makes it far more brilliant.

I’ve never had a one-night stand with anybody over the course of a whole weekend. I’ve also never had a one-night stand while standing the whole time.

I want to merge oven mitts with boxing gloves, so I could effectively, and safely, fight fires. After all, fire fighters make better lovers.

If I were hairy, would you vacuum my chest before we made love? I’d probably have enough chip crumbs in it to feed the homeless, because I’m a charitable kind of guy.

I had a dream about you. I walked by and you whistled like I was a piece of meat. And I was a piece of meat—I was a thin slice of ham. You were two...