Everyone knows me and my wife’s story. We didn’t have sex until we got married.

Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.

You may know where to touch her, but that doesn’t mean you know how to touch her. Take time to learn what she truly desires.

In the symphony of love, the lost chord is a small organ lying somewhat north of the vagina.

When I asked my parents how the baby got inside Ma, they both laughed, and then Daddy told me they had made it with their bodies. I pictured them fully clothed, rubbing furiously against each...

Sexual conflict occurs when one mating partner has an opportunity to increase its fitness at a cost to the other partner. On a genetic level, most sexual conflicts are interlocus conflicts that mainly concern the...

This daemon loves men whose marriage beds have grown cold, so she can set them ablaze.

Pure sex is masturbation with a real partner who functions as a prop for our indulging in fantasies, while it is only through love that we can reach the … Other.

And these women were not concerned in the least that Kellan had roommates. In fact, I don’t think they were even concerned that he had neighbors. Maybe they were operating under the false assumption that...

Just friends it is then” he says not perturbed and starts eating his lunch.

When I write to please everybody, it falls flat. When I write what I know, fearlessly, It won’t please everybody, but it doesn’t fall flat.

Lust fades after climax, love lasts until breakfast!

This tree, though, had not been fed on, so it was apparent that the culprit was a bull (elephant) who was filled with testosterone but no outlet for it, so he pushed over trees. It’s...

Two things u just can’t control life and virginity ❤ ❤

Sex can be estranging; it can drive two otherwise compatible people apart.

The incredible lesson about our sexual biology is that all men at one point in their fetal development have the capacity to be women. Moreover the body is programmed to develop as a female unless...

I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp and azure-barred–I would gather her in my arms...

If she’s faking it you still have a shot at making it work […]

When you’re young, you think that sex is the culmination of intimacy. Later you discover that it’s barely the beginning.

Naw, I say. Mr ____, can tell you, I don’t like it at all. What is it to like? He git up on you, heist your nightgown round your waist, plunge in. Most times I...

If my ex-husband could move on, I could, too. I would search for my gardener, someone who would help me to grow and bloom, but who would recognize the fragility of a new flower just...

I wonder why I ever bothered with sex, he thought; there’s nothing in this breathing world so gratifying as an artfully placed semicolon.

I hate society’s notion that there is something wrong with sex. Something wrong with a woman who loves sex.

Let’s quit our jobs and fuck all day.

I remember taking an anthropology class in college and the professor was explaining that there is little ‘sexual dimorphism’ in humans. He meant that there are few outward, observable differences between makes and females. At...

the man and his wife were both naked, and were not ashamed.

souls connect& souls tie. intertwine humbly and with care.

What you need is a chick from Camden,’ Van Patten says, after recovering from McDermott’s statement.Oh great,’ I say. ‘Some chick who thinks it’s okay to fuck her brother.’Yeah, but they think AIDS is a...

—Hazme lo que quieras —susurró. Tenía diecisiete años y la vida en los labios.

Having the thought of you being with someone else is like a knife twisting in my dark soul

Pornography is to sex what McDonalds is to food. A plasticized, generic version of the real thing.

I could feel his whole body trying to claim me, want me, own me in lust, and it made me feel so valuable and wanted. As I was bent over the table, I felt like...

How long should two people wait for sex? Until there is no other option when looking at one another.

Rest,” he whispers against my temple, and despite my sleepiness, the feel of his lips moving across my skin makes me shiver. “I’ll be here when you wake up.””Oh, God,” I mumble, sliding my arm...

The hotness of a sex scene lies in the loins of the beholder.

Hi honey, I’m home! Take your pants off!” Wesley announced. He kissed my cheek as he passed me and put his lunch container in the sink.

The reason is that even in a fantasy there is nothing even remotely erotic about a toilet bowl. In fact, considered as an accoutrement to a sexual encounter, a toilet bowl is a real cold...

She looked like the kind of woman I could fall in love with. Trouble is, she was standing next to the kind of woman I’d like to make love to.

I couldn’t pay the prostitute, and that’s the truth. She could have asked my wife, who would have told her that I’m no cheat.

Christian men ought not refrain from the sexual pollutions that surround us because they object to lovemaking; they refrain because they object to the wanton vandalism of it. Our culture is doing to sex what...

Money, it turned out, was exactly like sex, you thought of nothing else if you didn’t have it and thought of other things if you did.

One evening we made love all morning.

The trouble with fashions is you want to fuck the women in their fashions but when the time comes they always take them off so they don’t get wrinkled.Face it, the really great fucks in...

Ich bereute meinen Hochhackigen abgestreift zu haben, bevor ich meinen Fuß auf seine Brust stellte – ich hätte ihm damit sehr schön wehtun können. Nachdem er meinen Namen nun schon mal in einem Atemzug mit...

She was a pretty good lover. Too bad she wasn’t pretty and good.

I’m like Casanova meets Henry Ford. My reproduction methods are more like production methods one might see in a factory, complete with conveyer belts, mechanical assistance, and cheap labor.

I always get whiplash when I have sex in the backseat. Boy, I sure wish Grandmother would learn how to drive.

I make love like the desert. Ever implemented a cactus during foreplay?

We made love like two meows having their tails stepped on. There were three of us there, and I’ve always wondered: Who were those two other people?

Love has a glow, like a neon light having sex with a pack of hi-lighters, only not quite as quaint.