The difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension and love causes it.

Sex should be friendly. Otherwise stick to mechanical toys; it’s more sanitary.

Sex must be important as it is so expensive.

Romance begins upstairs, then culminates downstairs.

If you love sex, let it be known. You don’t have to walk around downtown naked or have some flyers printed up, but definitely don’t be shy about your love (or obsession) for sex.

When it comes to sex, no pairing is beyond belief.

We did make use, from time to time, of candles, neckties, scarves, shoelaces, a little water-color paintbrush, her hairbrush, butter, whipped cream, strawberry jam, Johnson’s Baby Oil, my Swedish hand vibrator, a fascinating bead necklace...

She looked into Kirsten’s eyes and wondered how it is that a soldier fights and a savior suffers, but a woman, in lying down, rules everything.

All human males were as fascinated with cars as they were with breasts.

In retrospect, I didn’t really want to be a slut. What I wanted and needed was a therapist who would consent to fucking me, but I doubted my parents’ insurance would have covered that. I...

Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination.’ (Leviticus 18:22). That means simply that it is foul to do to other men what men habitually, proudly, manfully do to women: use...

Self-respect. It would make me lovable. And it’s the secret to good sex.

Whatever the mind can conceive it can achieve; I can CREATE whatever I can IMAGINE!

You can’t talk about fucking in America, people say you’re dirty. But if you talk about killing somebody, that’s cool.

You think I can’t get it up anymore, maybe? Lemme tell you, you eat enough garlic and it stands up every time.

MacKinnon captures this is in her succinct lesson on the grammar of pornography and male dominance: ‘Man fucks woman; subject verb object.

Sevişemeyenlerin atarlandığı o tatlı saatlerdeyiz. Bi de sevişip ruhunun açlığından uyku tutmayanlar var ki, bence sevişemeyenler onlara bakıp hallerine şükretmeli. Ve çünkü yalnız olmak, yanında biri varken yalnız hissetmeye yeğdir.

They were married before they were friends, which is another way of saying:Their marriage was the occasion of their friendship.They were married before they noticed many small differences in background, aspiration, education, ambition. (…)Noting such...

I met people on college campuses who were defining themselves as genderqueer to express revolutionary feelings, or to communicate their individuality; they were gender fluid without being gender dysphoric. This phenomenon may be culturally significant,...

And while I’m committing incest for you is there anything else you’d like? Maybe a side-order of bestiality?

Silence fills the sweet walk from the park. Our first encounter buzzing between us in the dark winter night. Holding your hand we know the connection, the special bond that has grown between two souls…

I don’t know the sex. I want to be surprised. But I have a feeling that it’s going to be a boy. I’ve always wanted a boy and then two girls.

That hedge provides almost complete privacy from cars and pedestrians, and I would bet he and his wife do it more than the national average.

You see, there was this man, and he was a good man; he worked hard and did everything to the best of his ability. All he desired was for the most beautiful woman in the...

Perversion is just another form of art. It’s like painting or drawing or sculpting. Except instead of paint, us perverts use sex as our medium. 

Maybe they’re in love.””And is that what love looks like – all wet mouths and your skirt rucked up?””Sometines it is.

I glance down his body. He’s still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez– talk about wham, bam, thank you ma’am.

You say you just want to be my friend. I know that you mean you want to relate to my mind but not my body. I can understand that and will not ask you to...

He looked at me, and then looked away quickly.But I could tell he was interested.I think my tight t-shirt might have had something to do with it. And the way I was pushing my breasts...

I think men think about their penises as much as women think about molestation.

For women, the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.

Maybe our marriage is bound to be a fight, but it will have its compensations. Fights that end in bed have their own singular excitement, remember.

It was the exact oppositefor me. At first all Iwanted was sex with her,but soon I wanted more.More sex, yes, in unusualplaces, and all different kinds.But that wasn’t all. I wantedher to fill the empty...

He said, ‘They’re only whores,’ as though their very availability rendered them worthless.

I know I’m not going to be in your head all the time. But once you know me, I’ll be forever in your heart. 

He liked to touch, she realized. In bed, he kept his arms around her or a hand on her like now. The way he played with her breasts, or just touched her, or ran his...

Love Sex and CrimeNearly 100 Crimes are committed in the name of Love and only one is committed in the name of Sex.

Poetry is the bill and coo of sex

Renaldo once made a sex tape, and even fully erect, he still had to shoot it four times just to get some “footage.

Suddenly, by the sort of violent effort with which one wrenches one’s head away from the pillow in a nightmare, Winston succeeded in transferring his hatred from the face on the screen to the dark−haired...

Confidence don’t mean jack shit in the real world, sis,” she once said. I feel myself finding the courage to trust those words more and more with every twist of the knife. Coincidentally, last Tuesday...

Yes, exercise is the catalyst. That’s what makes everything happen: your digestion, your elimination, your sex life, your skin, hair, everything about you depends on circulation. And how do you increase circulation?

In bed, I could climb in, if you ever rest. Then I could mount you like Everest.

I’ll never rest on my laurels. If I’ve got more than one Laurel in my bed, rest is not how I plan on utilizing my mattress.

I’m sort of a girly guy in that I love cats, rainbows, sunsets, flowers, trees, and sex. But not sex with trees.

Dinner was good. The conversation was great, but the food was bad, so it averaged out. I wish I were as good in bed as I am in the kitchen.

Not getting laid can be a crippling experience, but then I don’t go looking for sex along the interstate.

Last night my girl and I were knocking boots, but it won’t happen tonight, because earlier today I went out and bought a doorbell.

Bah, Alzheimer’s. The reason my grandma can’t remember anything is because she’s always thinking about dick.

She said she had to leave in four minutes. I said, Great! Let’s have sex twice.