I don’t think that loneliness is necessarily a bad or unconstructive condition. My own skill at jamming time may actually be dependent on some fluid mixture of emotions, among them curiosity, sexual desire, and love,...

Judge me if you must, but keep in mind how very little pleasure I could have possibly derived from a one-thrust sex session, a quickie in a closet, and a come-free drunken hookup. If anything,...

He’s a steamroller in my life and I like to be laid out flat. I like his hands on my chest, pushing me down whenever my back turns to the span of a bridge. His...

He slides himself inside her, her heart is bursting. The pithy organic organ can’t hold all that she feels for this man. When she reaches her peak, her brain supernovas, a small, perfect death.

If you had a daily printout from the brain of an average twenty-four-year-old male, it would probably go like this: sex, need coffee, sex, traffic, sex, sex, what an asshole, sex, ham sandwich, sex, sex,...

Virgin suicideWhat was that she cried?No use in stayin’On this holocaust rideShe gave me her cherryShe’s my virgin suicide

Now? I’m just another female faking orgasms to make a man not feel so inadequate.

I looked down, unable to meet the intensity in Nat’s eyes. Tonight, my crush for Nat had moved beyond a crush. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and the more we clashed, the more we...

And I do, god, how I do love playing live, it’s the most primal form of energy release you can share with other people besides having sex or taking drugs. So if you see a...

Tied up a lot of women, have you?” He raised one eyebrow, whatever that meant. “A bit odd, are you?” She was being sarcastic, trying to taunt him into a sense of guilt. While perhaps...

Man is neither an angel nor a demon. Man is what his lover loves.

Man has imagined a heaven, and has left entirely out of it the supremest of all his delights…sexual intercourse!…His heaven is like himself: strange, interesting, astonishing, grotesque. I give you my word, it has not...

She has black underwear. That means she wants to have sex some day’

Louis-Cesare. It’s good to finally have you in hand.

Sahara knew she should be worried about the fact that she’d been in bed with a man who’d caused that kind of damage with a momentary and, according to him, minor loss of telekinetic control...

did you have to do it?

I am a good lover, but that is not so difficult. It requires only that I pay attention, and watch and listen to a woman and her body.” André Chevalier

In everyday life do whatever I say. In the bedroom do whatever you’d like

Where do babies come from? Don’t bother asking adults. They lie like pigs. However, diligent independent research and hours of playground consultation have yielded fruitful, if tentative, results. There are several theories. Near as we...

They said the shape-shifters fucked with the enthusiasm of animals—if they didn’t devour you with the enthusiasm of one first.

Ça va. Nap time is over.

98% of the things said by a drunk man are true; 98% of those said by a horny man aren’t.

I lost myself there — my mind imaging what was under his towel and what I would like to do to him. – Emma

Calling sex by its name thereafter [the 17th c.] became more difficult and more costly. As if in order to gain mastery of it in reality, it had first been necessary to subjugate it at...

the English explorer Richard Burton told the story of an Englishman finding his new wife unconscious on the marital bed, having chloroformed herself. She had pinned a note to her nightdress which read: ‘Mama says...

When I met a truly beautiful girl, I would tell her that if she spent the night with me, I would write a novel or a story about her. This usually worked; and if her...

Exploration of her body will open the doors to pleasuring her in ways she has yet to experience.

Nothing in my beliefs tells me to let my relationship with the divine interfere with romantic love, the friction of sects never getting in the way of the friction of sex.

gyms would run out of business.. if love-making did more for your fitness than just the moans, groans, huffing and puffing…

It should not be a surprise to find that s/m fantasy is significant in women’s sex lives. Women may be born free but they are born into a system of subordination. We are not born...

Women are a sisterhood. They make common cause in behalf of the sex; and, indeed, this is natural enough, when we consider the vast power that the law gives us over them.

Biologists have an adolescent fascination with sex. Like teenagers they are embarrassed by the subject because of their ignorance.

Unless you plan to move your hand lower, then I might forget I’m acting the gentleman because, really, I’m not all that gentlemanly.

Personally, I know nothing about sex, because I have always been married.

If I had my way, I would have sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll at least 4-6 hours a day. So long as there are going to be things in the way of that, we’re...

I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy.

The best laid plans may not get you laid the way you planned.

In the dark, I seem to stretch. Without a body to witness, I grow and grow with my pleasure. I feel like a constellation, a concept hung on a scattering of stars.

You can’t fuck a statue. At least not at that angle. You’d at least have to tip it onto its back first, and as a conservator, I can’t recommend it.

The test of one’s behavior pattern is their relationship to society, relationship to work and relationship to sex.

It was nice of her to want to believe the best about me. People tend to do that with the strangers they’re fucking. If she wanted to think that apathy and independence were the same...

The word ‘teach’ suddenly conveys a sense of menace that is foreign to me.

Chastity—the most unnatural of all the sexual perversions, he added parenthetically, out of Remy de Gourmont.

It had a sort of a head on it, like a mushroom, and its color was reddish purple. It looked blunt and stupid, compared, say, to fingers and toes with their intelligent expressiveness, or even...

I wasn’t a sex symbol, I was a sex zombie.

On our second date, she kissed me in a bar. I invited her home. We just caught the F train, which seemed like a good omen.

Every nutritious sexual recipe calls for at least a pinch of love, and the fucks that rate four-star rankings from both gourmets and health-food nuts used cupfuls. Not that sex should be regarded as therapeutic...

Really the only time men and women get along is when women want sex.

The hell with her; I wouldn’t go back. But wouldn’t I? What about later on? Keeping the thought of her out of that bleak hotbox of a room was going to be like trying to...

Good lord, what have I gotten myself into?