I offer you my mouth—Let me marry my lips to the tops of your thighs,I kneel between your legs. I offer you my hands—Your name written all over my palms,the fingers I press against you.I...

You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood…

Lovecraft says he knows about tentaclesbut that motherfucker never bedded a girl from West Chesterand survivedShe was a toothachethat oneand she tasted like crackthe best thing about her was if I was ever hungryI could...

In my experience, the romance novels written about BDSM have about as much in common with actual BDSM relationships as a child playing with a jump rope.

I had a pretty sexual imagination for a kid.

Trees were not hard, irritable things, but discreetly orgasmic beings moaning at a level too deep for our brutish ears. And flowers were quick explosive orgasms, like making love in the shower.

Vampires are total sexual metaphors; there’s just no way around that.

Accidental sex. He made it sound like I fell down, and there just happened to be an erection in the way.

Meatloaf is graphable in how far ahead it is in likeability categories. You can also play Mop the Floor with it. I make love like I make dinner that makes cleaning the kitchen more fun...

Solus walked over to the young brown-haired man and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, ignoring the look of panic he received in return. “You can call me Solus.” His golden eyes trailed...

He had a hungry look in his eyes and it frightened her.

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...

I believe that sexual offenders and predators should be released…as long as it is mandatory they get to move into the house next door to the judge that released them.

Agony’s PlotA zephyr skimmedacross my creamy skingently kissingwhere the sun had been….

If I were hairy, would you vacuum my chest before we made love? I’d probably have enough chip crumbs in it to feed the homeless, because I’m a charitable kind of guy.

Like X-Box. And X-rated movies.

And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Benjamin Franklin was a real tomcat, no woman was safe from his lightening bolt

When inside of her, he’s beside himself.

I could have sexual chemistry with vinegar.

All Marines, sailors and civilian Marines, regardless of sexual orientation, are Marines first. Every Marine is a valued member of our war-fighting team.

You are like a god, like an immortal one,’ she whispered to me one night in our bed, her naked body pressed to mine, our sweat golden and glistening in the candlelight. ‘Oh, my love,’...

Of all possible sexual perversions, religion is the only one to have ever been scientifically systematized.

From day one, I have always been open about my sexual orientation.

You turn me on from across the room, and I’ll completely melt if you come any closer.

Thinking about the bed leaves you horny, but thinking beyond the bed gives you honor, freedom and wisdom.

We do most of what we do out of our sexual energy and our sexual needs.

The moment her hymen was plucked from her body in the wilderness, Her soul was taken from sanity.

Erotic or sexual love can truly be love if it is not selfishly sexual or lustful.

Strictly speaking, there are no real substitutes for sexual satisfaction.

I’ve never heard of a man’s cock being described as a fang before. – Rapahel

My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with...

I took her to bed with silk and song’Lay still, my love, I won’t be long,I must prepare my body for passion.”O, your body you give, but all else you ration…

Recent studies have shown that approximately 40% of authors are manic depressive. The rest of us just drink.

No need to get sexual with me.” I’m a bring my own elevator kind of lover anyway.

How beautiful would it be if we could just see souls instead of bodies? To see love and compassion instead of curves.

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made...

Pagans earn their reputations for relaxed sexual mores, often in rebellion from the repression of their religions during adolescence. At a Pagan festival, one need only lower one’s guard to be offered sex under the...

If it was possible for two people to make sparks, simply by connecting at their lips, I would think we would have been a firework display in the dark.

I totally bought you as a girl,” says Marisol. “I’ll double check with Frances later, but by the sounds of things, you seem to have no balls.

You have had me spinning for days, for I am drunk off the words that flow endlessly from your deep red lips that taste of wine.

Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching – a pale reflection of the fireworks of...

El erotismo se gasta —como el dinero— y lo necesitarás toda la vida. De nada sirve la potencia sexual sin erotismo.

As the world confronts the challenges of globalisation, theentertainment Industry and a web saturated with explicit sexualcontent, is increasingly making it difficult for young people to makeinformed decisions about sex

there are only so many thingsthat you can fix with your hands….What they don’t realize is I am not a thing to fix.

In the 1980s, research on post traumatic stress disorder in Vietnam veterans was regarded as important, noble, and useful. When the same researchers looked at the same problem in children who had been sexually abused,...

You’re so damn beautiful.” He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss in between my breasts. I shiver at the light touch of his lips to my sensitive skin. If this is how he makes me...

Love making is much more than physical expression, it is a soulful dance of sensual wonder and euphoric amazement.

I am not looking for a “perfect” man. Only one who matches me on an emotional, spiritual, sexual, and intellectual level.

Tie me up, please…” Chantal said. They looked above at some vines and roots hanging down from the grassy area above the depression in the canal they were standing in. She was in his hands—he...