You just couldn’t give it a rest, could you, Sue? Had to keep badgering me. Snooping and poking around. I hope you’re satisfied, now that you’ve ripped my guts out.

Mary: Il sesso senza amore è un’esperienza vuota!-Isaac: Beh, ma tra le esperienze vuote è una delle migliori.

This boy – his name was Eric – said he thought it disgusting the way all the girls at my college stood around on the porches under the porch lights and in the bushes in...

It’s the strangest thing about this church – it is obsessed with sex, absolutely obsessed. Now, they will say we, with our permissive society and rude jokes, are obsessed. No. We have a healthy attitude....

Sexu’ cu un Scorpion e o experienta la un alt nivel. O experienta tantrica. In cazu’ de fata, o combinatie intre Tao si Teo.

Amazing sex stays with you. It soaks into your skin. It floats through your dreams and has you silently smoldering with delicious remembrances for hours after. It has you craving it days later. And it...

I like this dirty Chase, this crude and irreverent man. I want to go where he’s taking me. I need to be dragged down to where he is so we can build ourselves back up,...

Her descriptions will be incandescent, perfect little nuggets of phraseology, and there will probably be lots of sex in her writing – the clinical type of sex with labias and clitorises and tongues going everywhere.

What are you doing?” he gasped. He looked slightly ridiculous. It was not as if he was a defenseless damsel in distress. He could have stopped me, if he wanted to. But he didn’t want...

What was it that marked me as a woman and was I prepared to let it go?

Free love may try to dissolve, and the concubinate to desecrate, the holiest tie, as it pleases; but, for the vast majority of our race, marriage remains the foundation of human society and the family...

Hitting is better than sex.

Here’s the thing: this eel spends its entire life trying to find a home, and what do you think women have inside them? Caves, where the eels like to live…when they find a cave they...

Ain’t No Drama Like Bedroom Drama

Sex can be used either for self-affirmation or for self-transcendence — either to intensify the ego and consolidate the social persona by some kind of conspicuous ‘embarkation’ and heroic conquest, or else to annihilate the...

Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don’t know. My whole...

Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors

Chater: You dare to call me that. I demand satisfaction!Septimus: Mrs Chater demanded satisfaction and now you are demanding satisfaction. I cannot spend my time day and night satisfying the demands of the Chater family.

Unlike a variety of other relationships,friendship requires an acknowledgement by both parties that they are involved or it fails to exist.

The principal furniture in Billie’s mind was a good-sized bed.

You bitch,” I whispered, “I love you.” Then I came.

Porn is in the eye of the beholder.

It would be perfect if everyone who makes love, is in love, but this is simply an unrealistic expectation. I’d say 75 percent of the population of people who make love, are not in love,...

Two hours later and I had to fork out for her taxi home. Bitch didn’t even give me her number. I wasn’t properly pissed because I’d controlled my urge to drink heavily so I could...

The last time that I consciously wrote anything to ‘save the honor of the Left’, as I rather pompously put it, was my little book on the crookedness and cowardice and corruption (to put it...

That’s for you, Mr. Bunnyman. You can have it on your way back up, after the job is finished

In time, Mr Hall, one gets to recognize that sneer, that hardness, for fornication extends far beyond the actual deed. Were it a deed only, I for one would not hold it anathema. But when...

Let me be clear: I don’t want to make love to a mannequin—I want to make love like a mannequin. Oh, if only I were that animated in bed.

Excuse me,’ I said cheerily. ‘Is the job still going?’ I pointed to the notice.‘Of course,’ he said, looking back at me with a warm smile. I think he was as hopeful as I was...

Never loved the taste of someone before baby, but with you, I would willingly drown in it. I’m going to devour you Tessa, from the inside out, and you’re going to come so many times...

Il n’y a pas de rapport sexuel.

Once…Why…lie?…when…truth is…the easier path

Sex has to do with your physical body, while gender has to do with your social expression of a range of masculinities and/or femininities (and/or neutralities).

Was I on something? Yes, love. The strongest drug there is.

Gabi glared. “If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don’t you just use your other hand?

My favorite unit of time is the hour, because I collect them and store as many as 10 new and unused ones each night to use after I’m dead. The best time to make love...

Discipline your sexuality for it has the proclivity to cause a productivity that can influence now and posterity.

You keep runnin that mouth and I’m goin to take you back there and screw you.

A tramp, therefore, is a celibate from the moment when he takes to the road. He is absolutely without hope of getting a wife, a mistress, or any kind of woman except — very rarely,...

Distance, the dissonance insurmountable,would be not the end,but a magnet.When fingertips kiss,they imprint and cement something,that cannot be disintegrated. Time becomes a phantom,the wind becomes an anchor,and old dreams- blankets of warmth.Lull with me, Lady,there...

I had a dream about you. I think we made love, but I can’t be certain because the scenes were censored by the Moral Authorities. The thing that pisses me off is my grocery list...

We made love like Tuesday at noon, even though it was Thursday at 3:00, and then again at 3:03. (I have the stamina of a water lily).

Farmers grow on the land. I suppose farmers grow farmers, rather than using sex to reproduce.

A candle that smells like asshole would be an instant hit in prison.

L and V, both angular. O and E, both vowels. Coupled together, like a couple of couples coupling and copulating, and you have love. All this talk of sex makes me nostalgic for the Rasputin...

I’m about to crash for the night, and I’m wearing a bicycle helmet to bed. I make love as if Lance Armstrong were shaped like a bowling pin. But I’ll spare you the details, if...

Marriage is the dearth of sex as we know it.

We made love like Wednesday and Thursday, only Thursday wasn’t always on top. Her name was Yesterday, and today will always remind me of her.

We made love. With our hands. Then we sold it to cars stopped at the red light.

Do you know what I want to do? If you guessed have sex, you win a brand new baby!