Don’t scream out my name in bed. Scream out random fractions instead.

If you want me to have sex with you, I’ll have sex with you. If you want me to love you, I’ll have sex with you.

My vacation wasn’t long enough—and neither was my penis. Two weeks is just too short to satisfy one woman all night long.

Love is like meatloaf—don’t make it after midnight, unless you’re wearing a condom.

For a woman, intellectually stimulated is sexually aroused. For a man, sexually aroused is—well, I don’t know, I can’t think right now, because I have an erection.

Men lie to get laid, women lie about orgasms, and hermaphrodites lie to themselves.

What’s a fuck when what I want is love?

And then there was Lydia.Lydia who had hurtled into his life – into their lives – with hair like fire, eyes like amethysts and a fuck-me scent so palpable that he’d betrayed the only woman...

There is enough conformity in the world Lord MacCaulay. I doubt that mine, or lack of it, will send the planet from its axis. Meanwhile, my heart does not soar for the riches you set...

I can’t think of a word to rhyme with marble column.

Sex makes you stupid

The point of tantric sex was supposedly to harness sexual energy to awaken higher consciousness. It was just like yoga, but way more fun.

My sweet little whorish Nora I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being...

Writing is like a mental masturbation to me.

The suffering of either sex / of the male who is unable, because of the way in which he was reared, to take the strong initiating or patriarchal role that is still demanded of him,...

I don’t know what has changed with globalization, but as far I understand it has changed the value of love to sex and romance to money.

Drug-pushers, God-pushers, sex-pushers, art-pushers-all kinds of pushers.

You smell like a bar,” he said.I thought, You smell like a library. But I wanted to have sex right then, so I said, “You smell like a poem.

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and right now, if you don’t touch me in some very hot, very wet places, I might die.

I don’t think Garbo with her clothes off, panting in a brass bed, would have been more sexy than she was.

I mean, it’s just sex. It’s simple biology, right? You build up tension and stress– you need to open a valve somewhere and let it out, or you’ll explode. Nothing deep and emotional about it,...

It’s not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on.

There are two things people want more than sex and money… recognition and praise.

She was a sex symbol, she was a pin-up symbol, … You can’t get away from it.

But time and time again, I saw the change in their eyes once they’d conquered me. Dehumanization always follows penetration.

getting old means getting lucky sometimes means sometimes you learn & along with other sweeter acquisitions you learn that ninetenths of what goes down is bullshit that there’s just no way to be with people...

Girls, watch out for the bad guys!…there are those capable of showering their resources on you just to dance on top of you, and finally destroy your good image and reputation.

No estoy enamorado de ti. Ni siquiera despiertas en mí una de esas nostalgias aberrantes que los hombres de mi edad sienten con la proximidad de una vida joven: eres un ser inferior, Iris Mateluna,...

I think virginity is fine, just as I think having sex is fine. I don’t really care what women do sexually, and neither should you. In fact, that’s the point. I believe that a young...

In the realm of love and sex, it’s girls who are in the position of working hard to adapt themselves to the needs and fantasies of the mercurial males whose approval and attention they seek.

Catholics have more extreme sex lives because they’re taught that pleasure is bad for you. Who thinks it’s normal to kneel down to a naked man who’s nailed to a cross? It’s like a bad...

I had always believed, and not only out of cynicism, that a man and a woman could tell in the first ten minutes whether they wanted to go to bed together; and that the time...

Sex is like a drink, it’s bad to start brooding about it too early in the day.

Sexual pleasure is, I agree, a passion to which all others are subordinate but in which they all unite.

Humanity is a cage, and our puritanical sensibilities comprise the bars. We are confined by our own reason and intellect, and yet most of us don’t even know it.

I want to be your last thought at night, and your first taste at dawn.

The most unfair thing about sex is that men are almost always guaranteed an orgasm.

He soon recognized the fact that the stimulus proceeded from the idea to be in the power of a woman rather than from the act of violence itself.

What exactly did having needs mean, while he was on the subject? That Delaney needed to have sex? that she craved an orgasm? And if that were the case, why couldn’t she just take care...

Personally, I’d prefer a guy who wants to see my boobs.

You know what she’s made of.””Yeah, good stock, good breeding, a hard head and a hunger to win.” She flashed him a smile as they approached the kitchen door. “I’ve been told that describes me....

There was no world, no land, no god or heaven or earth outside of their two bodies naked and trembling in the act of love.

We were in a state of suspended animation: Oblivious to the world around us, time seemingly standing still, and our perceptions focused only on a couple specific parts of our anatomy. In fact, only one...

Sex was this primal connection like no magick she had ever known, even separated by a millimeter of latex. She knew that some combined the two and, while she could see how this would improve...

Sex in the twenties is like a helicopter raring to take off vertically, but twenty years later, it is like a vintage plane roaring and racing to a reluctant take off!

Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions.

All human behavior, all human motivations, all man’s hopes and fears, were heavily colored and largely controlled by mankind’s tragic and oddly beautiful pattern of reproduction.

The American really loves nothing but his automobile: not his wife his child nor his country nor even his bank-account first (in fact he doesn’t really love that bank-account nearly as much as foreigners like...

Aw, c’mon. She purred, her breath warm in my ear.”You know you wanna…”God, she was slurring. She smelled like beer.I’d never been to turned on in my life.This has gotta be some kinda rape.I thought...