What we are dealing with here is another version of the Lacanian ‘il n’y a pas de rapport …’: if, for Lacan, there is no sexual relationship, then, for Marxism proper, there is no relationship...

You and me, baby girl, we’re too jaded. We just want mind-blowing sex with someone who knows we’re fucked up and accepts it.

To satiate is a dirty thing, she’s mine, a possession, equally dirty and never satiates.

I had never felt such happiness, not with one man or two or three, never felt this feeling before…this feeling of…completeness? Yes, that was it, completeness! I simply didn’t need anyone else.

While we are looking for the antidote or the medicine to cure us, that is, the ‘new’, which can only be found by plunging deep into the Unknown, we have to go on exploring sex,...

It’s finger time!” Steve simply grunted.Li responded like she always had to the request over the past years, by walking over to the tall oak cabinet in his office and pulling out a pack of...

Perhaps I was hosting my own personal sexual revolution. You know the kind that will not be televised.

You see, the penis, it’s so graceless, wouldn’t you agree? When it’s cold and shrivelled up, it looks like W.H. Auden in his old age; when it’s hot, it flops and dangles about in a...

I have no fear of men, as such, nor of their books. I have mixed with them–one or two of them particularly– almost as one of their own sex. I mean I have not felt...

Scratch most feminists and underneath there is a woman who longs to be a sex object, the difference is that is not all she longs to be.

A rewarding relationship occurs when there is a common spiritual goal, shared spiritual values and a mutual desire to build a relationship upon a spiritual foundation and for the purpose of connecting to the light...

weather you scream or mime , im going going to those lips with cream.

Writhing bodies fused as one on the dance floor, limbs tingling, lungs drunk on the lust-filled air.

Oh, they don’t allow the Bible in Heaven, Miss Mary…It contains far too much sex and violence.

You opened the door and I instantly got suckedinto your eyes like tiny vacuums.

My generation was, in effect, the product of a social experiment. If we did not understand marital intimacy, it was because we had not seen it modelled. We lurched from relationship to relationship, dazzled by...

Yeah. Isn’t it great?

It may be a man’s world, but men are easily controlled by women.

In all your Amours you should prefer old Women to young ones. You call this a Paradox, and demand my Reasons. They are these:1. Because as they have more Knowledge of the World and their...

Dating in highschool was very different. Boys suddenly went up your shirt, girls were expected to give blow jobs and be sexy. You had to be hot, but not a slut. You had to be...

I had a feeling that Pandora’s box contained the mysteries of woman’s sensuality, so different from a man’s and for which man’s language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented....

Sexual energy between two people is a primal force comprised of power (energy that moves toward another) and virtue (knowing the energy between the two is right).

My phone started to vibrate and I flipped it open. Yes, I’m the only person that doesn’t have an iPhone.The phone talked to me. “Jackson, how’s it going?””Hi, Echo. Veeva Stackpoole’s here.”Silence. “What does she...

When you are thirteen, you spend all your time imagining what it would be like to live in a world where you could pay a robot for sex. And that sex would cost a dollar....

The other big con is whether having sex could cause me to more than just like like Guy. But that could happen even if we don’t sleep together. You don’t even need to date a...

You can learn a lot from a professional baseball player, if you can get one, which obviously you can’t.

Yep, I was so mature, I decided I would just have to reward myself by doing the naked lambada with a Federal Agent.

The appetites of the body were private battles.

Just because something is addictive doesn’t mean that you will get addicted to it. But . . . if your stomach ties up in knots while you count the seconds waiting for a phone call...

Syphilis is back as sex diseases rise,

You see, sex for Jews is not such a terrible sin. It’s just one more physical sport we’re gonna stink at.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

As Luxenberg’s work has only recently been published we must await its scholarly assessment before we can pass any judgements. But if his analysis is correct then suicide bombers, or rather prospective martyrs, would do...

To me, the perfect date consists of dinner, dancing, and sex with a girl who has no stomach or legs, but does have an overactive sex drive.

That was not sex. That was naked poetry.

A love affair is like a short story–it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The beginning was easy, the middle might drag, invaded by commonplace, but the end, instead of being decisive and...

A nation’s not a child, for God’s sake. … It’s like a wild horse you tame by breaking it. Or a fiery woman you slap till she sees sense and warms your bed.

… all his strength gathered in his hips and chest and his arms wrapped around me and his breath jabbed soft and hot in my ear and a note of tenderness was there at the...

I had a dream about you. You were trying to perfect the art of sexual intercourse, and I offered you the use of one of my statues to practice on. Artists have to stick together,...

I can read in bed all night long. I can watch movies all night long. And I can have sex for literally minutes.

The only thing better than being productive, is being reproductive.

Kevin Love has a last name that sums up my feelings for you. But then again, so does Renaldo Letsfucktonight.

My sex life is Ok. Specifically, Oklahoma City.

I don’t need a coffee cup. That’s what hands were invented for. That’s also why I don’t need sex.

Sexy is fine. So is OK.

I just cut my beard. I used a tractor, because farmers make the best lovers. But why sell produce when you could sell reproduce?

When her and I made love, I cried, out of loneliness.

I couldn’t be a doctor. I have no patience for patients, like I do silly puns. But I could be a barista, because I love coffee like I love sex—and that’s why I pay for...

Francis Bacon has the most delicious last name ever, followed closely by Johnny Scrambledeggs. I make love like those two guys make breakfast out of family reunions.

Much of the Kama Sutra is like origami; I don’t quite understand all the bending that needs to happen.