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No matter what corruption he’s taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which he cannot perform for any motive but his own enjoyment—just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity?-an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exaltation, only in the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces him to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and to accept his real ego as his standard of value.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
The man who despises himself tries to gain self-esteem from sexual adventures —which can’t be done, because sex is not the cause, but an effect and an expression of a man’s sense of his own value.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
Everything for you stems from a physical need. Most of you think with either your belly or what’s below it
— Soroosh Shahrivar, The Rise of Shams
I think the last thing you should do to someone willing to put your penis in their mouth is give them criticism.
— S.A. Tawks, Misadventurous
Sex isn’t the only way a man can love you.
— Dannika Dark, Two Minutes
Women’s imagination – unlike men’s, I would argue – does not always need the erotic equivalent of Semtex to ensure detonation.
— India Knight, The Dirty Bits for Girls
Your imagination and some masturbation is a much better alternative to finding out what kind of person a bit of casual sex transforms you into.
— S.A. Tawks, Mule
What glory can there be in the conquest of a mindless body?
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
Don't get me wrong, she was an attractive girl, but the last thing she needed was to get mixed up with me.
— S.A. Tawks, Mule
There is a husband who requires mileage receipts, another who wants sex at three a.m One who forbids short haircuts, another who refuses to feed the pets. I would never put up with that, the other wives think. Never.
— Jenny Offill, Dept. of Speculation
Dalia picked up her negligee. She didn't need my help, it wasn't very heavy.
— Philip Kerr, The Lady from Zagreb
Sex is the physical expression of a tribute to personal values.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
If only we could keep the wars between sperm and stop the ones between people, we would have peace through pleasure.
— Dr Susan Block, The Bonobo Way
Release your Inner Bonobo
— Susan Block, The Bonobo Way
Revenge sex is not something we seek, but once in your mouth… it can be liberating if you just swallow.
— Ryan Brü, Gangbangers
Nixie, every party is an orgy waiting to happen."Nix opened her mouth, then closed it, dragging Neomi and Mari away. "Well, you can't argue with reason, can you?
— Kresley Cole, Dark Needs at Night's Edge
Truth is, if someone doesn't see you before sex, they definitely don't see you any more after.
— Erin Bowman, Forged
There’s a lot of degradation in sex, isn’t there?”“When it’s done right.
— Hanif Kureishi, The Last Word
Do I need to wriggle my breasts at you again?""No, please. I don't know if I'd be able to stand the theological debate that would follow.
— Brandon Sanderson, Warbreaker
Safe sex is an act of self love.
— Miya Yamanouchi, Embrace Your Sexual Self: A Practical Guide for Women
...sex is a commitment. You are gifting another human being with access to the deepest part of yourself
—  you are sharing with them a bit of your soul. You are forging a connection that can never be undone--no matter how much you may want to undo it after the fact.
I tried sex once with a woman and it was Gala. It was overated. I tried sex once with a man and that man was the famous juggler Frederico Garcia Lorca. It was very painful.
— Salvador Dalí
She knew the general doctrine on sex, held by people in one form or another, the doctrine that sex was an ugly weakness of man’s lower nature, to be condoned regretfully. She experienced an emotion of chastity that made her shrink, not from the desires of her body, but from any contact with the minds who held this doctrine.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
The prostate might as well have been a mythological creature like a unicorn or Leprechaun only acknowledged through whispery giggles among women brunching with their gay friends.
— Maggie Georgiana Young
He was ruining it. Five minutes before, he’d looked at her with desire and she’d thought finally. Finally, someone saw her. Finally, someone wanted her and she would know what it was like to be a woman. She would know what it felt like to have another person’s hands on her. But now he looked at her with misplaced compassion. As if she were so desperate to get laid she had missed something. As if there was some man waiting in the wings. There wasn’t. This was it, her final chance for pleasure and with every question, with every word, he ruined it.
— Arielle Hudson, The Cherry On  Top
One thing I have discovered since I've been ill, though, is that nobody ever knows anybody, and maybe least of all the people who are closest to them. Sort of a business of not being able to see the trees for the woods. We all live in isolated prisons of our own bodies and there's no real contact with any other human being. That's what sex is, in a way, isn't it, a desperate striving for contact? With which cheerful Thought for Today, I will bid you good afternoon.
— Madeleine L'Engle
Anal sex was my least favorite bedroom activity. Even through half a bottle of lube, the whole charade felt like pooping backwards. It was a negotiation token- something I begrudgingly did in exchange for backrubs and switching the television from football to Sex in the City. Anal sex was something I tolerated in order to be a cool girlfriend, because it was and still is common knowledge that that men love shoving their dicks in buttholes. Male buttholes, however, had their own rules and regulations. Everyone knew that men who allowed rectal access were gay. I didn’t question it. I didn’t analyze it. I only knew to treat the male asshole as if it had a grenade buried inside of it that could ignite a deadly explosion of anger, trauma, and sexual confusion.
— Maggie Georgiana Young
He wanted to give her more than that. Sex with him would never be just another thing she ticked off her list. It would be all-consuming and no matter how they ended up, this woman would always remember her nights with him as some of the best she’d ever had. His pride demanded nothing less. His love for her could give nothing less.
— Arielle Hudson, The Cherry On  Top
Hint And Suggestion : Admonitory grook addressed to youthThe human spirit sublimatesthe impulses it thwarts
— a healthy sex life mitigatesthe lust for other sports.
DREAM INTERPRETATION Simplified.Everything's eitherconcave or -vex,so whatever you dreamwill be something with sex.
— Piet Hein
Incorrect radiation levels may be able to affect your sex drive and it may be proven in the future that human sex drive is governed more by radiation types and levels than any other factor, even more so than hormones! Generally, a feeling of contentment replaces sexual desire in natural radiation environments.
— Steven Magee, Electrical Forensics
I milked my typical persona as a gritty, intellectual sex-positive feminist that men loved to conquer, toss aside, and shove into their conquest collection in the dusty backs of their closets.
— Maggie Georgiana Young
Ah, lust! How one would like to make it the cornerstone of self! But I wouldn't go ahead and build on it if I were you.
— Elfriede Jelinek, Lust
But time and time again, I saw the change in their eyes once they’d conquered me. Dehumanization always follows penetration.
— Maggie Georgiana Young
We long for an intimate connection, but that longing makes us feel vulnerable. Therefore, we guard our hearts for self-preservation, which barricades that intimacy we are longing for. Casual sex is a very sad cat and mouse game. The man is entrapped in his role as the sex-driven predator constantly on the hunt for new conquests, while the woman is the prey that must find her perfect combination of sexual allure and virtue, with the sexual allure being what attracts him and virtue what keeps him.
— Maggie Georgiana Young
When I'm with you, I can't keep my hands off of you. When I'm not with you, I can't keep my hands off of myself.
— Anonymous
You're a man, man. That means seeing two rocks on the ground that kind of look like tits will arouse you.
— S.A. Tawks, Misadventurous
But penetration was a big deal. They protected their anuses the way girls protected their hymen in high school, believing that allowing anything beyond their holy gates would permanently corrupt them.
— Maggie Georgiana Young
A grunting nocturnal animal, a machine of flesh and blood who wasn’t ashamed of himself. But he never found redemption.
— Robert Karjel, The Swede
I only knew to treat the male asshole as if it had a grenade buried inside of it that could ignite a deadly explosion of anger, trauma, and sexual confusion.
— Maggie Georgiana Young
But it wasn’t. Sex is not the most intimate thing two lovers can do. Even when the sex is beautiful. Even when it’s perfect.” Millie drew a deep breath as if she remembered how perfect it had truly been. “The most intimate thing we can do is to allow the people we love most to see us at our worst. At our lowest. At our weakest. True intimacy happens when nothing is perfect. And I don’t think you’re ready to be intimate with me, David.
— Amy Harmon, The Song of David
Most people give up finding their soul mate, and settle down to just having a flesh mate.
— Anthony Liccione
...sex is the number one cause of ruin for all male to female relationship.
— Whitney G., Sincerely, Carter
I was playing Rasputin and what was motivating him was crumpet really, and I was extremely keen on crumpet so I was really rather good as Rasputin. And my next catastrophic failure was Macbeth, who I played in the style of a crumpet-lover, and then when Doctor Who came along, I embraced this lunacy, this cloud-cuckoo-land where people had to be convinced by absolute nonsense. I came from a very religious background, so it was easy for me to believe in something I knew nothing about.
— Tom Baker
But Malone was thinking now and as he watched the men lighting cigarettes for each other in the dark, having sex beneath the trees, he turned to his friend and said in a wondering voice: “Isn’t it strange that when we fall in love, this great dream we have, this extraordinary disease, the only thing in which either one of us is interested, it’s inevitably with some perfectly ordinary drip who for some reason we cannot define is the magic bearer, the magician, the one who brings all this to us. Why?
— Andrew Holleran, Dancer from the Dance
I can't even remember the first time I saw a porno. I presume I must have been shocked, frightened even, but after watching another and another and another they sort of blend into nothingness.
— Louise O'Neill, Only Ever Yours
Give me the Black Death over a Victorian prude any day. At least the dying screw like it's their last day on earth.
— R.E. Vance, Paradise Lot: GoneGodWorld - Episode One
Gripping her wrists, he pinned her tight to the vanity. “That sex as a weapon thing can only get you so far, Tess.”Wanna bet? “I’m not damaged, cowboy. I don’t have hang-ups about my body, I don’t use sex to mask my problems”—much—“and right now, if you don’t touch me in some very hot, very wet places, I might die.
— Kate Meader, Even the Score
Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghost-woman with ashes on her breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will.
— James Joyce, Ulysses
Nothing in the Bible encourages us to give sex the exalted status it has in our culture, as if finding our purpose, our identity, and our fulfillment all rest with what we can or cannot do with our private parts.
— Kevin DeYoung, What Does the Bible Really Teach about Homosexuality?
The last few strokes filled me with searing heat, electric pulses surging through my body and my soul, as our orgasms burst forth together, a million nerve endings suddenly flashing like twin rockets exploding fireworks, the multitude of sparks joining with a billion stars in the heavens above.
— Simone Freier, Birthday Experience: A Celebration of Openness and Submission Among Adventurous Friends
Sam responded to my mental request, his leg tensing and relaxing, and then coming up against my sex, repeatedly, pounding, as I dropped onto him with furious desire. I pulled Sam to me, as I tensed every muscle in my body in one last spasm of agony, and found my glorious release. Then, I came a second time. I held Sam’s head and kissed him, coming a third time as Sam slowed the motion of his leg, and I finally collapsed against him, breathing heavily, fully spent.
— Simone Freier, European Experience: Subspace and Love on a Visit to Europe
What bug crawled up your ass?" I demanded."If you mean, why I am upset? I should think that would be obvious!"It took me a second, but I got it. "Oh, come on. You're not still pissed about–you did the same damn thing to me!"He had the utter gall to look offended. "I did nothing of the sort–"I stared at him. "And just how do you figure that? You stripped me butt naked, diddled me over a desk and stole my duffel bag. And my clothes!"Somebody made a choking sound. I glanced up to find the door to the study open, and the old vamp looking scandalized. "Diddled?" Anthony asked, apparently delighted. Mircea closed his eyes.
— Karen Chance, Death's Mistress
I breathed deeply of Sam’s manly scent – his pheromones – as his tongue burned in my mouth, his lips joined mine with violent softness, and his hands pulled my head even closer to him.
— Simone Freier, Birthday Experience: A Celebration of Openness and Submission Among Adventurous Friends
We were in a state of suspended animation: Oblivious to the world around us, time seemingly standing still, and our perceptions focused only on a couple specific parts of our anatomy. In fact, only one part. My tongue seemed numb, but the feeling in my core was building in an incredible crescendo. Finally, my orgasm exploded. I heard myself scream, as if from another dimension. My head became light, and I thought I would pass out.
— Simone Freier, Birthday Experience: A Celebration of Openness and Submission Among Adventurous Friends
He tried to imagine the handsome couple by the refrigerator as two sweaty bodies in a bedroom, one on top of the other. Which did what to the other? Mills kept rotating the two men in his mind, which he never had to do when he imagined straight couples having sex.
— Christopher Bollen, Orient
The reason sex is fun is not to cater to the desire for individual human pleasure, but because hunanity would have ceased to exist a long time ago if it were drudgery.
— Joe Beaton
The reason sex is fun is not to cater to the desire for individual human pleasure, but because humanity would have ceased to exist a long time ago if it were drudgery.
— Joe Beaton
There is no shame in darkness.
— RJ Arkhipov
... it nevertheless powerfully conveys the Arcadian dream of a great, cross- cultural brotherhood of buttsex, a pioneer porntopia where sodomy reigns supreme and there is no poison oak.
— Simon Sheppard, Homosex: Sixty Years of Gay Erotica
Sex exists in the now without past or future. If, for a single second, your minds drifts back to the past or forwards into the unknown, the moment withers like a dead plant and the passage of pleasure turns to a road of dust.
— Chloe Thurlow, Katie in Love
Sexual normalcy and abnormality are personal and subjective concepts. What is unnatural to one [person] is natural to another. What is abnormal under certain conditions may be completely normal under others. And, in any event, to be different is not necessarily to be wrong, or to be sick.
— Victor J. Banis
A lot of who you were in middle age was determined before you had a chance to manipulate, control, or eve understand the things around you. It was no mystery, he thought, why some old people's minds returned to their youth; the wonder of those years, the discoveries, the first experience with the dirty secret of death, and the first stirrings of lust and love were indelible, drawn in luminous colors on clean canvas. Indeed, the first sex act was so mind-boggling that most people could still remember it clearly twenty, thirty, sixty years later.
— Nelson DeMille, Spencerville
The last few strokes filled me with searing heat, and electric pulses traveled through my body and my soul, as our orgasms burst forth together, a million nerve endings suddenly flashing like twin rockets exploding fireworks, the multitude of sparks joining with a billion stars in the heavens above.
— Simone Freier, Birthday Experience: A Celebration of Openness and Submission Among Adventurous Friends
I don't need the aid of a clever man to teach me how to live. I can find it out for myself.
— Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady
His fingerprints covered my skin.
— C.J. English
When inside of her, he’s beside himself.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2
She liked this. Liked the closeness. With lover’s she’d taken in the past, things had been short and sweet. She certainly hadn’t stuck about to snuggle in case they started to get ideas, not after the first time. Killing a guy you’d fucked was one thing, but to kill one you’d snuggled with damn near broke a girl’s heart
— Mina Carter, Tamed by the Mistress
So…” Nolan smirked. “Are you going to tell me why you had a trunk load of pleasure devices delivered to your door, or are we going to just keep ignoring the giant box of sex toys in the room?
— Joya Ryan, Rules of Seduction
You can't make a woman love you. Not even with duct tape.
— J. Richard Singleton
Sex is like the cherry on the top of a sundae, but you need to make the sundae first, if you get my drift.
— Zane
Sex is an act of pleasure and an expression of love. How better to communicate one’s deepest feelings than without the clumsy use of words? — André Chevalier
— Nikki Sex, Accuse
Good sex requires further exposure than simply removing one’s clothes. And as for a good relationship? Ah! For this one must be prepared to reveal even more.” — André Chevalier
— Nikki Sex, Accuse
I was a boy that age once, and I know that 97.7 percent of their bodies are semen and the 2.8 percent is an incendiary device for spraying it.
— Mat Johnson, Loving Day
The city was new again, and newly dangerous, and I would walk the streets quickly, eyes averted from those of passersby, like a spy in the employ of lust and happiness, carrying the secret deep within me but always on the tip of my tongue.
— Michael Chabon, The Mysteries of Pittsburgh
I think the Big Bang theory must have been invented by a man. A woman would have wanted it to take longer and insisted on a commitment.
— Cassandra Danz, Mrs. Greenthumbs: How I Turned a Boring Yard into a Glorious Garden and How You Can, Too
Anna loved and didn’t love sex. Anna needed and didn’t need it. Her relationship with sex was a convoluted partnership that rose from both her passivity and an unassailable desire to be distracted.
— Jill Alexander Essbaum, Hausfrau
What drives abortion bans and restrictions? The belief that women who have sex for pleasure rather than procreation are sluts.
— Leora Tanenbaum
Orgasm isn’t a goal. It’s the attitude that matters. Abir hasnever even asked how I feel after sex. He has many other concerns.He provides for me and I provide for him, that’s a familiarity whichno one can deny. We love each other. Love is a broader thing.
— Anuradha Bhattacharyya, The Road Taken
Women have got it all wrong now. They give it up too soon, and the men don't respect them. And before you tell me I don't have a clue, let me tell you something. By the time I let my future husbands climb into my bed, I'd made them work for it. And you know what? By the time they left it the next morning, they were begging for me to marry them.
— Rose Wynters, My Wolf Fighter
Be good to people only if you like anal sex.That's how kind people are.
— honeya
The rich scent of my favorite caffeinated beverage sends trickles of pleasure across my skin as I step inside. Is there anything better than coffee? Chocolate maybe and sex ranks very close I suppose.
— A.R. Miller, Disenchanted
Sex has to do with your physical body, while gender has to do with your social expression of a range of masculinities and/or femininities (and/or neutralities).
— Chauntelle Tibbals, Exposure: A Sociologist Explores Sex, Society, and Adult Entertainment
Sociaty is made up of a vast array of communities and experiences and though you don't have to like them all, all of them are significant pieces comprising the whole of humanity. As such, all of them are worthy of respectful consideration.
— Chauntelle Tibbals, Exposure: A Sociologist Explores Sex, Society, and Adult Entertainment
You have a travel vibrator, so I assume you call this one your house vibrator. Store one in your dashboard for a car vibrator too? What about your desk at work? And do they each have their own name, or is it like George Foreman’s kids – Vibrizzio one, Vibrizzio two…
— Nicki Elson, Vibrizzio
No matter what happened, there was always one thing Isla could rely on: the sheer arrogance of male wolves. That, and their overriding assumption all females found them irresistible and were desperate to get them in the sack. Mostly she was desperate to get them in the sack, if only to stop their whining, but she didn't think a sack six feet under was precisely what they meant.
— Mina Carter, Chosen by the Alpha
Sex and commerce are fine things, but man cannot live by Viagra and the Dow Jones alone. A life led collecting things and experiences in pursuit of happiness is not necessarily a bad life, but it’s not a good life either. Too often, the Democrats act like the Party of Lust, and the Republicans the Party of Greed. Both are deadly sins that eat at the soul.
— Rod Dreher
Soap wasn't invented until the Romans, who also invented interesting sex. (Since my editor informs me that a gardening book is not a proper venue for discussions of interesting sex, I will go into this topic in more detail when I write my private memoirs, 'A Petunia Named Desire').
— Cassandra Danz, Mrs. Greenthumbs: How I Turned a Boring Yard into a Glorious Garden and How You Can, Too
There’s an enormous propaganda machine in this world,' Peter said, 'that tries to make people think love — real, earthy, sweaty love — is wrong. But how in the hell they expect to propagate the race that way is beyond me.
— Jack Iams, The French Touch
I want to take you under the moonlight.
— Kassandra Cross, Carrie's First Time: Taboo Older Man Younger Woman First Time Erotic Romance
She loved the fact he was older than her and more experienced, he had so much to teach her and she couldn’t wait to learn.
— Kassandra Cross, Carrie's First Time: Taboo Older Man Younger Woman First Time Erotic Romance
He always thought a muse should be sex on legs.
— Lauren Beukes, Broken Monsters
One of the bridges between sexes, to be sure, is sex. But men, too often feeling deficient in discourse, place too much emphasis on intercourse.
— James Hollis, Under Saturn's Shadow: The Wounding and Healing of Men
I’ve wanted you since the moment you first turned up here four months ago,” he whispered, “I have to have you.
— Kassandra Cross, Carrie's First Time: Taboo Older Man Younger Woman First Time Erotic Romance
Nobody wanted to be sexless, but nobody wanted to be nothing but sex.
— Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake
No man wants his daughter to be the kind of girl whom he liked in high school.
— J. Richard Singleton
Sadly, I have to admit, my timing sucks. Not the best - or most romantic - idea to tell your woman "I love you" for the first time whilst impaling the crap out of her.
— Jacquelyn Ayres, Under Contract
I do not believe that, in order to be religious in the good and genuine sense of the word, one has to ruin one’s love life and has to become rigid and shrunken in body and soul.
— Wilhelm Reich, Listen, Little Man!
We made love... and sushi.
— C.J. English
A little playful banter never hurt — or did it? - Emma
— Martha Sweeney, Breathe In
I’m a virgin Mr Cohen,” Carrie said, “I’ve never been with a man before.
— Kassandra Cross, Carrie's First Time: Taboo Older Man Younger Woman First Time Erotic Romance
How much misery . . . how much needless despair has been caused by a series of biological mismatches, a misalignment of the hormones and pheromones? Resulting in the fact that the one you love so passionately won't or can't love you. As a species we're pathetic in that way: imperfectly monogamous. If we could only pair-bond for life, like gibbons, or else opt for total guilt-free promiscuity, there'd be no more sexual torment. Better plan - make it cyclical and also inevitable, as in the other mammals. You'd never want someone you couldn't have.
— Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake
MacKinnon captures this is in her succinct lesson on the grammar of pornography and male dominance: 'Man fucks woman
—  subject verb object.
She had be by the balls - literally had her fingers wrapped around my balls! Her hand fit them good, Mitch!" I can hear desire in his voice. "At times it was a little painful, I have to admit, but my balls were made to fit in her palm. Mitch, "he says, all too seriously, "I have found the keeper of my balls, Mitch. I'm ready to hand them over.
— Jacquelyn Ayres
A man's sexual aim, he had often said to himself, is to convert a creature who is cool, dry, calm, articulate, independent, purposeful into a creature that is the opposite of these; to demonstrate to an animal which is pretending not to be an animal that it is an animal.
— Kingsley Amis, One Fat Englishman
Hey, beautiful. - Joe Covelli
— Martha Sweeney, Breathe In
His mouth seizes mine. Consuming me. Devouring me. My body moves against his. Harder. Faster. Take me. Take all of me…
— Alexia Russell, Starry Eyed
If finding a woman in your bed is so distressing, magus, you should rethink the direction your life’s taken.
— Brandon Nolta, Iron and Smoke
Sex is like God, really. I know they're both important, but if I think about them too much my head hurts." -The Best Kept Secret
— Wendi Nunnery, The Best Kept Secret
You don't have to lie to someone saying that you love him just to sleep with him. Let's accept it that there is something called as (uncontrollable) physical attraction. ;) Gr r r r r r No it's not taboo or bad. It is natural and It is oh k if both of you are equally attracted. ;) :)Applies to all men, women and transgenders.Stop saying I love You casually n let's not add it to the list of Thank You and Sorry.Say it only when u mean it!
— honeya
Whatever sex is, and it is at least a profound mystery, is easily misused. The primary psychological purpose of sex for those men who spend their lives in the cold, cruel world, and whose relationship with their own anima is frigid, is to reconnect with a warm place. Sex is a form of emotional reassurance, a narcotic to still the pain of the bruised soul. If life batters them, then sex, like drugs or work, may numb the wound. The sexual act offers a momentary transcendence. Orgasm can be an ecstatic experience; for the moment one may feel outside the iron confines of ordinary consciousness. It is the closest many men ever come to a religious experience. Thus the act of sex may mask a desperate search for acceptance, underneath whiсh lurks the mother complex.
— James Hollis, Under Saturn's Shadow: The Wounding and Healing of Men
Whatever sex is, and it is at least a profound mystery, is easily misused. The primary psychological purpose of sex for those men who spend their lives in the cold, cruel world, and whose relationship with their own anima is frigid, is to reconnect with a warm place. Sex is a form of emotional reassurance, a narcotic to still the pain of the bruised soul. If life batters them, then sex, like drugs or work, may numb the wound. The sexual act offers a momentary transcendence. Orgasm can be an ecstatic experience; for the moment one may feel outside the iron confines of ordinary consciousness. It is the closest many men ever come to a religious experience. Thus the act of sex may mask a desperate search for acceptance, underneath whiсh lurks the mother comple
— James Hollis, Under Saturn's Shadow: The Wounding and Healing of Men
Whatever sex is, and it is at least a profound mystery, is is easily misused. The primary psychological purpose of sex for those men who spend their lives in the cold, cruel world, and whose relationship with their own anima is frigid, is to reconnect with a warm place. Sex is a form of emotional reassurance, a narcotic to still the pain of the bruised soul. If life batters them, then sex, like drugs or work, may numb the wound. The sexual act offers a momentary transcendence. Orgasm can be an ecstatic experience; for the moment one may feel outside the iron confines of ordinary consciousness. It is the closest many men ever come to a religious experience. Thus the act of sex may mask a desperate search for acceptance, underneath whiсh lurks the mother complex.
— James Hollis
..and though my internal organs were Barry White, my stamina had skipped CDs and decided to be more Vanilla Ice.
— Matthew Williamson, From the Inside Out
He tasted of whisky and his skin was rough where he hadn’t shaved, but Mirabelle kissed him back.
— Sara Sheridan, British Bulldog
I think virginity is fine, just as I think having sex is fine. I don't really care what women do sexually, and neither should you. In fact, that's the point. I believe that a young woman's decision to have sex, or not, shouldn't impact how she's seen as a moral actor.
— Jessica Valenti, The Purity Myth: How America's Obsession with Virginity is Hurting Young Women
Why is every mom's concern about sex? There are more important things in life, like school, careers, poetry, books, ice cream, or learning how to make the perfect chocolate cake. It's so damn frustrating.
— Isabel Quintero, Gabi, a Girl in Pieces
Stab your demoniac smile to my brain,Soak me in cognac, love, and cocaine
— Aleister Crowley, Diary of a Drug Fiend
Sex is a commitment...Once you're there you can't go back to holding hands...and when you give yourself both mentally and physically...well, you're completely vulnerable.
— Judy Blume, Forever . . .
If the immutable character of sex is contested, perhaps this construct called ‘sex’ is as culturally constructed as gender; indeed, perhaps it was always already gender, with the consequence that the distinction between sex and gender turns out to be no distinction at all.
— Judith Butler, Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity
He had a hungry look in his eyes and it frightened her.
— Kassandra Cross, Carrie's First Time: Taboo Older Man Younger Woman First Time Erotic Romance
We lie under the sheetafter making love, speakingof lonelinessrelieved in a bookrelived in a bookso on that pagethe clot and fissureof it appearswords of a manin paina naked wordentering the clota hand graspingthrough bars:deliveranceWhat happens between ushas happened for centurieswe know it from literaturestill it happenssexual jealousyoutflung handbeating beddryness of mouth after pantingthere are books that describe all thisand they are useless
— Adrienne Rich, The Fact of a Doorframe: Poems Selected and New, 1950-1984
Fuck, Christina.”“Yes, fuck Christina. I think she'd like that.
— Nenia Campbell, Cease and Desist
It's funny, this - so many words to describe the same thing,” she smiled...“Penis is simply an anatomical appendage, as exciting as a finger or a phalange. A willy is something small and flaccid, and at least slightly humorous. Prick is the organ as viewed with distaste, perhaps with so much as to describe the entire body it’s attached to, like a dick, but more so. Phallus is a symbol of fertility, but my favourite...is the cock, which is only ever the hard, real thing, unleashed and ready to dive head-first into any waiting orifice. Or hole, while I’m in thesaurus mode.
— Morgana Blackrose, Phoenyx: Flesh and Fire Erotic Memoirs of a Striptease Artist
You are so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her softly on the lips. “I can’t believe I got to have you.”  “You’re the only one who has,” Carrie smiled, “And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
— Kassandra Cross, Carrie's First Time: Taboo Older Man Younger Woman First Time Erotic Romance
The male tax?”“Yeah. The tax that men have to pay for not having to menstruate every month. Or risk getting pregnant. Or deal with the physically stronger sex in a macho world… Women have to put up with all that stuff, so the least we men can do is pay the male tax and get the tab.
— Zack Love, Sex in the Title: A Comedy about Dating, Sex, and Romance in NYC
Her breast was young, the nipples rosy. Cosimo just grazed it with his lips, before Viola slid away over the branches as if she were flying, with him clambering after her, and that skirt of hers always in his face
— Italo Calvino, The Baron in the Trees
For what it's worth, I think perfect love stories have perfect disasters hidden somewhere. If a genuine relationship comes out of two people screwing before they saw the potential of the 'relationship'? Its perfect, beautiful, a work of art in fact.. Normal is overrated.
— Nike Thaddeus
And those, who come together in the night and are twined in quivering pleasure, are performing a serious work and are heaping up sweetness, depth and force for the song of some coming poet, who will arise to express inexpressible ecstasies
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Benjamin Franklin was a real tomcat, no woman was safe from his lightening bolt
— Stephen Tootle
Women need to assert their rights in the bedroom too - many women have done so in the workplace; many women have done so in house chores and parenting, but women's rights are sorely lacking in the bedroom.
— J.F. Kelly, A Woman's Pleasure
It is a scene of Satyrs and Nymphs, of pursuits and captures, provocative resistances followed by the enthusiastic surrender of lips to bearded lips, of panting bosoms to the impatience of rough hands, the whole accompanied by a babel of shouting, squealing and shrill laughter
— Aldous Huxley, Ape and Essence
I stared at her - unable to accept that at one time I was growing inside her. I was once just a couple of cells. My father and my mother were naked something had to be satisfactory about it, because he came inside her and she got pregnant. She, like me, was once a baby in her mother's stomach and so on and so forth and so it goes. So it goes.
— Peter Hedges, What's Eating Gilbert Grape
Abstaining from sex is a small fraction of the chastity process. Your intentions are just as important as the act of sex itself"The Ultimate Guide to Chastity
— Sandra B. James
Life is about having the courage, or finding it along the way, to become a fuller person so that you can enjoy it more and feel more alive by pursuing interests that might be out of the ordinary. It is about finding joy in connecting with others, even when those connections involve the risk of getting hurt.It is about being fueled by curiosity, not by fear.
— Dolores Derrian, Polyamory and BDSM: Discovering Love, Sex, Vulnerability and Radical Honesty
Shug say, What, too shamefaced to put singing and dancing and fucking together? She laugh. That’s the reason they call what us sing the devil’s music. Devils love to fuck.
— Alice Walker, The Color Purple
You're never too old to laugh at stories about love and sex.
— Albert Zimbler, Dating and Mating Secrets of Seniors and Other Short Stories of Love and Sex
Prior to having sex for the first time, I had read many books and magazines, pornographic and otherwise, and I'd developed certain expectations of intercourse. From paperback romances I expected to feel vaguely yet ecstatically ravished, as if, for the duration of the act, I would experience everything an ad for a drugstore cologne could ever promise. From more serious fiction, I assumed that I would be blasted with a torrent of conflicting emotions, flashbacks to my birth, a rough kinship with the natural world, perhaps a Booker Prize, and, ultimately, a sense of existential ennui. From mainstream movies, I hoped for a beautifully lit and choreographed series of thrusts and embraces, with my head thrown back, my eyes shut but not squinched, and my lips slightly but appealingly parted; I also felt that the sex might be edited, continually leaping forward in the attractive bits and pieces, with only the dewiest bodily fluids. From porn, I trusted that sex would be alternately savage, degrading, pounding, and dull, and all of this sounded promising. From what my parents had told me, I knew that sex did not exist, and from what other schoolchildren had let on, I imagined that there was a real danger of getting stuck in one position or another, with the parties involved finally getting yanked apart in the emergency room.
— Paul Rudnick, I Shudder and Other Reactions to Life, Death, and New Jersey
Carezza, like Tantra, considers the sex act to be a true feast of love, and ejaculation is seen as a clumsy, crude incident-something quite banal which kills sexual desire. The man who, a few minutes before was seized by a frantic sexual desire, changes as soon as he has ejaculated and turns away from his wife, damaging her in her self-respect and her love as well.
— André Van Lysebeth
Romance begins upstairs, then culminates downstairs.
— T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph Over Death and Conscious Encounters with "The Divine Presence"
When, after hours of lovemaking, we quickly dressed and leftthe apartment, I sometimes thought that Füsun was also taking care not to get “carried away” by herfeelings for me. A proper understanding of my story depends, I think, on a full appreciation of thepleasure we took from these sweet shared moments. I am certain that the fire at the heart of my tale is thedesire to relive those moments of love, and my attachment to those pleasures.
— Orhan Pamuk
I got it! I got it!” Heeb declared triumphantly. Evan stopped in the middle of his kitchenette to hear Heeb’s idea. “Sex in the Title.”“Yeah, that’s what you’ve been saying I need.”“No, that’s the title: ‘Sex in the Title.’”“You want me to call my novel ‘Sex in the Title?’”“Yeah. Isn’t it great?
— Zack Love, Sex in the Title: A Comedy about Dating, Sex, and Romance in NYC
Life will hack off your head and shit down your neck every chance it gets. I've found that consuming drugs and booze, listening to music and always having an excuse in the best way to tip the scales.
— Dave Matthes, Bar Nights
I have made You the companion of my heart.But my body is available to those who desire its company,And my body is friendly toward its guest,But the Beloved of my heart is the guest of my soul. 
— Rabia Al-Adawiyya
So many choices and temptations tonight. - Emma
— Martha Sweeney, Breathe In
In entirety, valentine is a FUCKING DAY, rather than the sanctity of its literal meaning.
— Michael Bassey Johnson
But Dracula, the book, the myth, goes beyond metaphor in its intuitive rendering of an oncoming century filled with sexual horror: the throat as a female genital; sex and death as synonyms; killing as a sex act; slow dying as sensuality; men watching the slow dying, and the watching is sexual; mutilation of the female body as male heroism and adventure; callous, ruthless, predatory lust as the one-note meaning of sexual desire; intercourse itself needing blood, someone's, somewhere, to count as a sex act in a world excited by sado-masochism, bored by the dull thud-thud of the literal fuck. The new virginity is emerging, a twentieth century nightmare: no matter how much we have fucked, now matter with how many, now matter with what intensity or obsession or commitment or conviction (believing that sex is freedom) or passion or promiscuous abandon, no matter how often or where or when or how, we are virgins, innocents, knowing nothing, untouched, unless blood has been spilled – ours: not the blood of the first time; the blood of every time; this elegant blood-letting of sex a so-called freedom exercised in alienation, cruelty, and despair. Trivial and decadent; proud; foolish; liars; we are free.
— Andrea Dworkin
Love making is much more than physical expression, it is a soulful dance of sensual wonder and euphoric amazement.
— T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph Over Death and Conscious Encounters with "The Divine Presence"
And though nobody has been dumb enough to say anything close to "You need to get laid" to my face, I resent the idea that anyone might think, if they knew my history, that I'd be slightly different by virtue of having a penis-however briefly-inside me. That is some phallocentric bullshit if I ever heard any. Hypothetical penises don't make the rules. I make the rules. I love the rules.
— Katie Heaney, Never Have I Ever: My Life (So Far) Without a Date
Got the itch? - Jared
— Martha Sweeney, Breathe In
I lost myself there — my mind imaging what was under his towel and what I would like to do to him. - Emma
— Martha Sweeney, Breathe In
Dove held out a hand to Johnson, and he took it—not because they were fleeing a fire and not because she was holding a million dollars. He took her hand to wrap his fingers around hers. His long, long fingers. Her knees went a little watery. Johnson placed a hand on her lower back to steady her. Her ass went a little watery. The trip up her stairs took longer than Ulysses on his epic journey. Johnson took the keys from her hand and opened her door.
— Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below
Slowly, but very deliberately, the brooding edifice of seduction, creaking and incongruous, came into being, a vast Heath Robinson mechanism, dually controlled by them and lumbering gloomily down vistas of triteness. With a sort of heavy-fisted dexterity the mutually adapted emotions of each of them became synchronised, until the unavoidable anti-climax was at hand. Later they dined at a restaurant quite near the flat.
— Anthony Powell, Afternoon Men
I considered sex work, but then I bent over and looked at my asshole in a mirror. Nobody was going to pay me for access to that thing.
— Jeremy Robert Johnson, Skullcrack City
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 had a lot to figure out for myself and I did that by making poor decisions that summer. If some wise, authoritative adult could simply have explained why I wanted to do these things and then done some with me, I think I would have refrained from most of my sexual misadventures...
— Valentine Glass, Between Kay and You: A Bisexual Girl's Cumming-of-Age Confession
What exactly does that expression even mean? An ass that won’t quit? Think about the primary function of an ass—I’d think that’s the sort of thing you might want to quit.
— Nicki Elson, Vibrizzio
Everyone loves it, everyone wants it, But someone who has enough guts to take it are considered as sluts...Why? Why does world has to be full of double-faced hypocrites?
— Nirja
Sex × Technology = the Future.
— J.G. Ballard
There are a holyfuckton of women crowing about your unapologetic fucking. They even named your famous positions." Oh Jesus, she knew about that. "Don't-" "The Limp Away From Jay Lay
— Pam Godwin, Beneath the Burn
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.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft
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 cloaking of the sacred.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft
Just looking at her made my mouth water, like a sip of dry wine, that flinty taste. There was a hardness in her eyes, unrelieved by the amiably commercial oriental-Fragonard vivacity you find in nearly all the eyes in these parts.
— Voyage au bout de la nuit
Unlike a variety of other relationships,friendship requires an acknowledgement by both parties that they are involved or it fails to exist.
— Andrew Sullivan
Really it was like trying to solve a crime in the Stock Exchange, the way the mildest mention of sex interrupted business.
— Peter Dickinson
One day she was going to be found dead mid-hump on a polyurethane phallus
— Nicki Elson, Vibrizzio
I lost myself there — my mind imagining what was under his towel and what I would like to do to him. - Emma
— Martha Sweeney, Breathe In
Sex is about physical attraction, yes, but it's also about trust. I don't trust you. You're completely self-absorbed and egoistic. You offer nothing I want.
— Ilona Andrews, Magic Graves
More than that, the thought rattled uncomfortably in my child brain that I would one day become one of them. My body then was sexless. Though I had seen the curves of adults, I couldn’t fathom the chrysalis that would turn my featureless body into something with heft and gravity, curves and the inclination to use them.
— Valentine Glass, Between Kay and You: A Bisexual Girl's Cumming-of-Age Confession
Women take a much larger risk, evolutionarily speaking, when they have sex. Sex is also a much larger investment for women than it is for men. For this reason, women have emotional circuitry designed to take this into account. For example, women tend to experience much more anxiety just prior to sex with a new lover.
— Mystery, The Mystery Method: How to Get Beautiful Women Into Bed
I will not forgive. I will inflict and invite suffering-all our lives. As Bunni grows up she'll hear from her mother that her father is cruel,capricious, tyrannical person. Bunni won't love me. Everyone will take her side, because she is a woman, I won't be able to say a thing, ever. I will have to keep my mouth shut my entire life. I must maintain my wife's honour. And we call women the weaker sex! How deadly is the strength of frailty, and men-if they're gentlemen- how incredibly helpless!
— Buddhadeva Bose, It Rained All Night
Vibrizzio? You named it! Okay, this isn’t even close to healthy.
— Nicki Elson, Vibrizzio
Just because he’s a guy doesn’t mean he and I can’t be just friends.” “And just because you don’t have to insert batteries into him doesn’t mean you can’t be more.
— Nicki Elson, Vibrizzio
To her you're just a play thing; she'll make you out to be a king, then she'll set fire to your throne.
— Phar West Nagle
You just couldn't give it a rest, could you, Sue? Had to keep badgering me. Snooping and poking around. I hope you're satisfied, now that you've ripped my guts out.
— Wodke Hawkinson, Zeke
Because of this.Because your funny.Because you know Lolita.And Nabukov and James Mason too.Because you're cute and funny and i'm kind of sad and you haven't tried hitting on me once.Because you weren't even trying...
— Matt Fraction
If you’re not able to laugh inside a sex shop,then you probably shouldn’t be there.I mean, they don’t call it fooling around for nothing.
— David Levithan, The Realm of Possibility
You don't know what thirst is until you drink for the first time.
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón
—I won't go about to argue the point with you,—'tis so,—and I am persuaded of it, madam, as much as can be, "That both man and woman bear pain or sorrow, (and, for aught I know, pleasure too) best in a horizontal position.
— Laurence Sterne, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman
If you go back through history, you’ll find that the people who have been most eager to rule, to make the laws, to enforce the laws and to tell everybody exactly how God Almighty wants things here on Earth— those people have forgiven themselves and their friends for any-thing and everything. But they have been absolutely disgusted and terrified by the natural sexuality of common men and women.
— Kurt Vonnegut Jr.