On our second date, she kissed me in a bar. I invited her home. We just caught the F train, which seemed like a good omen.

Every nutritious sexual recipe calls for at least a pinch of love, and the fucks that rate four-star rankings from both gourmets and health-food nuts used cupfuls. Not that sex should be regarded as therapeutic...

Really the only time men and women get along is when women want sex.

The hell with her; I wouldn’t go back. But wouldn’t I? What about later on? Keeping the thought of her out of that bleak hotbox of a room was going to be like trying to...

Good lord, what have I gotten myself into?

Among men, sex sometimes results in intimacy; among women, intimacy sometimes results in sex.

She was made for untidy rooms and rumpled beds.

Early moralists who believed that taking too much pleasure at the table led inexorably to bad character-or worse, to sex-were (in the best-case scenario, anyway) absolutely right.

my child, if you want to have a beautiful and happy life… 2 things you need… learn the art of love and practice it with your beloved one.

Afterward, there was some debate as to whether we’d actually “done it properly,” which gives you some idea of the awesome skill and artful dexterity of my lovemaking technique.

So you’ve just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn’t love you. In fact, he has odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.

She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.

Lust, pure gorgeous lust: the sacred energy that elevates us, and makes us feel so special.

She said before i could touch her walls I’d have to touch her heart. so i did.

Fish in another man’s pond and you will catch crabs.

Wow. I didn’t think I’d ever see you like that.”Cam trembled; he couldn’t help it. He felt like his body was not his own. “Like what?””So…” Sasha seemed to search for the right word. “Involved,...

But soon I loved her completely and wished to possess her, own her, absorb her, eat her. I wanted her in my arms and in my bed, I longed she would open her legs to...

Sex is one of those things that’s complete loss of control. You give yourself up, in your most vulnerable state, to another person, and they give themselves to you.

The debate over same sex ‘marriage’ has engaged the heartfelt feelings and convictions of millions of Americans.

Riding a bicycle makes you impotent. That’s why I carry a bicycle seat in my pocket—because it’s better than wearing a condom.

Five minutes ago. And where is my cashier? Watching goats mate on the computer?

The list of women he’s slept with is longer than his penis. The list is three inches long.

Water quench thirsts, food quenches hunger while sex quenches lust or love

Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk — real straight talk about souls, for life is...

I make art and I make love, and I almost always do both at the same time. If the cops ask, I’ll tell them I was framed. Same goes for the museum.

This is. You are. I can’t do this any more if it’s not with you. So please fuck me straight to hell.

I’m too horny tonight to be productive. Right now the only thing I could make is love. And then I wouldn’t be productive, I’d be reproductive.

The two sisters wouldn’t sleep with me. But it’s cool, because they were nuns, and I didn’t have my clerical costume on.

I’ll make Chad to you. By that I mean I’ll leave late and come early.

I wish I listened through my urethra, because imagine how euphoric and orgasmic music would be. One love song might get you pregnant.

I had a dream about you. You made phone books for a living, and I filled up your pages by impregnating as many women as possible. You said I was a living saint, and I...

We made love like flamingoes are pink. You know what else was pink? My cheeks, because I was so embarrassed when I found out that she was the wrong woman.

We made love like two cars that were out of gas. I tried to fill her up, but couldn’t because I myself was empty.

An umbrella is a portable shelter. My penis is a portable people maker.

My love is tube shaped. Don’t let your dad stick his dick in it.

Love is merely a combination between infatuation and confusion.

And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, “If I kiss you, it’s all over.” And then he does. And then...

You know, music is sex. It’s a sensual driving mode that affects people if it’s played a certain way.

We men are the miserable slaves of prejudice. But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration...

I swear to God, I think my panties just melted off my body. How can Crush just talking sex make me hot?

A crowd of men stood in front of them. Of all ages, with expressions of sex-wonder in their eyes, gazing curiously as men who cannot solve a mystery that populates graveyards and through the ages...

Battery Park resonates with lust as the sun approaches its zenith. A primal impulse takes hold of the young couples strolling the gravel walkways, the newlyweds who have paused to admire DeModica’s bronze bull, the...

It’s cooler to be strong.

What would you like to do with my neck?’ I asked. ‘Seduce me with your words. Feel free.

Sex and love they choose the different paths. Love always leads to devotion, sacrifice, and dedication, which are forms of insanity and madness; but sex it is always about comfort, pleasure and power.

When people say, ‘You’re perceived as a sex symbol,’ I love the idea of that because it’s so absurd.

I have to have you.

Look at all the things that can go wrong for men. There’s the nothing-happening-at-all problem, the too-much-happening-too-soon problem, the dismal-droop-after-a-promising-beginning problem; there’s the size-doesn’t-matter-except-in-my-case problem, the failing-to-deliver-the-goods problem…and what do women have to worry about?...

Alone-sex didn’t count. It’s like the difference between thinking to yourself or having a good conversation with someone—-the pleasure is in the exchange.” -Liberty Jones

People always ask me if I hate the nuns. Do I make my movies extra dirty to piss them off? I always say no, that’s not the point. To a Catholic, a movie is only...