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!

You’re so… You’re too… You’re…” He faltered, then took a deep breath. “I have no words for you, Sita. You leave me speechless.”I smiled and pinched his buttock so he twitched. “Speechless? Gods, I’ve broken...

[…] I know how to inflame a cunt. I shoot hot bolts into you, Tania. I make your ovaries incandescent.

Giving a reader a sex scene that is only half right is like giving her half of a kitten. It is not half as cute as a whole kitten; it is a bloody, godawful mess.

Well that explains a lot.

There’s no sense forcing yourself if you don’t feel like it. Tell you the truth, I’ve had sex with lots of guys, but I think I did it mostly out of fear. I was scared...

Sex was a practiced art to him. Each move calculated. His brain always worked while he performed, his body seducing his prey with ease, noting each response of his target. But in one moment, everything...

Sex is. There is nothing more to be done about it. Sex builds no roads, writes no novels and sex certainly gives no meaning to anything in life but itself.

There was a war between them, between love and the right thing to do, and it kept assaulting them, kept keeping them apart.

There’s a saying, isn’t there, that when you’ve had a near death experience, all you want to do is have sex?

There’s more to sex, the really good kind, than orgasms.

Sex is not merely an entertainment; it is a courtesy and affability.

Huddled in her mink in the Kansas City airport, she had a vision of women writing about sex as openly as male writers, but quite, quite differently. Some women would treat sex much as men...

Father was about to leave the house with his camera on his way to call for Mrs Walsh. They were going to a nearby park where, he said, he was planning to take her on...

I shall now explain my plan. You may then speak, but only to amend the detail. The broad outline is not subject to negotiation. Are you ready? Good … I propose to have sex with...

When you’re having sex again, it makes you wonder why you weren’t before. What could possibly have been bad enough to make you stop doing THAT?

I know a lot about birds and bees, but I don’t know very much about the birds and the bees. Everything I do know I had to teach myself on the Internet, because I don’t...

He looked at her and tried to discover behind her lascivious expression the familiar features that he loved tenderly. It was as if he were looking at two images through the same lens, at two...

You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, Alix, the only one I’ll ever want. That’s a promise.

His jeans, soft against her legs, made her realize that twice tonight they’d done the deed with him more dressed than not. She liked such desperation in a man.

I sat on the bed. Neither of us said anything. I wasn’t slick and sophisticated enough for this. What do you say to boyfriend A when he finds you naked in the bed of boyfriend...

By 1975 sexual feeling and marriage will have nothing to do with each other.

Sex should be edible, or not at all.

Elise hid her face in his shoulder, embarassed, “Kane! What will they think?” She whispered against his neck.”That we’re newly bonded and I can’t keep my hands off of my lovely mate.” And sure enough,...

Hormones are nature’s three bottles of beer.

Seriously, it’s like watching mild porn, watching you two eye fuck each other every two seconds.

Guys who would make fun of girls for sexual inexperience are terrible people, and when girls do it to other girls it feels even shittier. Guys who shame girls who haven’t had sex want them...

It’s a way of talking about lust without talking about lust, he told them. It is a way of talking about sex, and fear of sex, and death, and fear of death, and what else...

I have found there to be little distance between the unlatching of a chain and the spreading of a woman’s legs. As if they can never unbar only a single entrance. It’s a disease called...

You know what I used to dream about, in stir?” His voice was hoarse, the words low and fast and faintly guttural. “I used to dream about you. You were the only clean and good...

I’ve been left alone, even by the paparazzi, because what sells is sex and scandal. Absent that, they really don’t have much interest in you. I’m still married, still working, still happy.

If it encourages even one confused boy to engage in sex with another male, that makes it an instrument of corruption, not one of enlightenment.

The concept, maybe. But in literature? That’s like ordering a glass of tap water at a bar.

There is a correlation between the number of days since a man last had sex, and, the number of things that he is willing to do for a woman.

Ignoring all prejudices of caste, creed, class, color, sex, or race, a swami follows the precepts of human brotherhood. His goal is absolute unity with Spirit.

Nothing is ‘wrong’ with me, Dan. What’s wrong with you? she said in the same eerily quiet voice, dark eyes fixated on Dan, as she breathed heavily.

And no bacon,” Freya added.

Sex without foreplay is like song’s reff without intro.

Nah. It’s part of the gift: you getting to think about it for the next three days.

She had not made a decision to give up sex, only the clamor of romance, because it was exhausting her, doing her no good and too much harm…

I’m fresh out of fucks to give.