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...we touched each other's center, perfectly, just the fingertip upon the clitoris moving more and more slowly, our eyes steady on each other and the delicate pressure fine and more fine until all motion stopped in one still point remembered always, a vision. And then I did not know her pleasure from mine, my body from hers. We fell into and became each other. Then we slipped over the edge, entered and made love.
— Kate Millett, Flying
It was worth it," Faye says after school while she walks me to my car. "It's not fair that you take all the shit for this while the guys get to walk around like nothing happened. They're just as much to blame.""I'm the one who started it," I say, kicking a beer cap across the parking lot with my shoe. "If I hadn't started it, nothing would have happened."Don't let them off the hook so easily," Faye snaps. "They were coming to you. It takes two to have sex. So don't defend them.
— Laurie Elizabeth Flynn, Firsts
To take away a woman's ability to walk is one thing
—  it's quite another to take away her ability to speak. -(Lady Meesha) I Am Lady Sasha -The Journey From Slave to Slave-
I thought fleetingly of Anne, how the faces changed but the act was always the same, the need was always the same, no one drew a line between the sex you bought and the love you made, and your body could not tell the difference.
— Miles Watson, Cage Life
Lie on your stomach,” I ordered between kisses.He pulled away. “Why?”“Just do it.
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
Come, Adan,” Lock ordered. “Come so hard you squeeze every fucking drop of cum from my cock.
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
It’d take a lot more than a quick fuck to lose me, Lockland.”He smiled and nipped my lower lip. “Plus,” I murmured, pulling back, “your cock is pretty nice. I think my ass would miss it.
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
Fighting is a lot like making love. Timing is everything.
— Miles Watson, Cage Life
Dating is about finding out who you are and who others are. If you show up in a masquerade outfit, neither is going to happen"bestxdatingsites.blogspot.com
— Felicia Vine
THOMAS												GuiltyOf mankind. I have perpetrated human nature. My father and mother were accessories before the fact, But there’ll be no accessories after the fact, By my virility there won’t! Just see me As I am, like a perambulating Vegetable, patched with inconsequential Hair, looking out of two small jellies for the meansOf life, balanced on folding bones, my sexNo Beauty but a blemish to be hiddenBehind judicious rags, driven and scorched By boomerang rages and lunacies which neverTouch the accommodating artichokeOr the seraphic strawberry beaming in its bed:I defend myself against pain and death by painAnd death, and make the world go round, they tell meBy one of my less lethal appetites:Half this grotesque life I spend in a state Of slow decomposition, using The name of unconsidered God as a pedestal On which I stand and bray that I’m bestOf beasts, until under some patientMoon or other I fall to pieces, Like a cake of dung. Is there a slut would Hold this in her arms and put her lips against it?JENNETSluts are only human. By a quirkOf unastonished nature, your obscene Decaying figure of vegetable funCan drag upon a woman’s heart, as thoughHeaven were dragging up the roots of hell. What is to be done? Something compels us into The terrible fallacy that man is desirable and there’s no escaping into truth. The crimesAnd cruelties leave us longing, and campaigning Love still pitches his tent of light amongThe suns and moons. You may be decay and a platitudeOf flesh, but I have no other such memory of life. You may be corrupt as ancient applies, well thenCorruption is what I most willingly harvest. You are Evil, Hell, the Father of Lies; if soHell is my home and my days of good were a holiday:Hell is my hill and the world slopes away from itInto insignificance. I have come suddenlyUpon my heart and where it is I see no help for.
— Christopher Fry
I am sex and death, desire and destruction. They will die in ecstasy knowing that I was their fulfillment. My pleasure, their end.
— Patrick Weekes, The Paladin Caper
The eyes and the sex understand and know every language without any distinction.
— Ehsan Sehgal
In an electroencephalogram… one of her seizures was almost identical to an orgasm... Nothing happened during a seizure that couldn’t happen outside one, except that Roselyn was not in control of it and it happened all at once. Since then, she had experienced hundreds of orgasms and dozens of seizures and, though she didn’t come close to finding the latter nearly as entertaining as the former, it was always in her mind. In the midst of Dryden’s often machine gun lovemaking or her own considerably more directed and soft ministrations, it was always in the back of her mind at the moment of climax—this is a tenth of a seizure, this is a fifth of one.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Flies to Wanton Boys
You know, we can still put that suit to use, though.” I glanced toward the truck and Lock’s face lit up as I closed the distance between us. “What happened to needing a shower?” “Showers are overrated,” I whispered, holding his gaze through the visor. “Plus,” I turned my head to look down the hall, “Jay is down there now.” “That’d be right. Let me just hang up my hat.” He was pulling away when I caught his wrist. “Nuh-uh. Keep the helmet. I want to be with my firefighter.
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
There must have been a time, before Internet porn, when there wasn’t a script. Nowadays, everybody knows exactly how sex is supposed to go.
— Paul Russell, Immaculate Blue
Mmm, carry me.”I laughed, reaching for my sweatpants. “I carry girls, boys, and women, not fully grown capable men.”“Slacker.” He grinned, shoving me.
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
Love is poached eggs and the Sunday newspaper and slow, hard sex.
— Michael Bible, Sophia
I think there's something to the old saying that women use sex to get love, and men use love to get sex. And love is really just a word we use to describe a close bond, or relationship, between two people. Men have been programmed to want sex, so they do whatever is necessary to be in a relationship with a woman. And a woman is programmed to want the stability and (financial) security of a relationship, so she offers the man what he wants: sex.
— Oliver Markus, Why Men And Women Can't Be Friends
I know what you want, darlin'. You go on and ask me nicely and you might just get it.
— Eve Dangerfield, Degrees of Control
So, daddy, huh?C’mon Blue-Eyes, don’t be like that. You kept screaming ‘more’ and it was the dirtiest thing I could think of.
— Eve Dangerfield, Degrees of Control
Men pretend to be “just a friend” at first, even though they want to sleep with you from day one. Otherwise they wouldn't be spending any time, money or attention on you, because these are limited resources and they need these resources to attract a mate. They can't afford to squander them. So they apply these resources to the female that looks to be their best bet to get laid. But they also know that they can't tell the woman on day one that they want to sleep with her, because she'd think it's creepy. So they play along with the illusion that it's “just a friendship” that “suddenly” developed into more, when the woman finally feels inclined to sleep with the guy “because they have a deep connection.” But that was really his goal from day one.
— Oliver Markus, Why Men And Women Can't Be Friends
You are gonna get it now sweetheart," he grunted, seizing her nipples and massaging them roughly."Aw, what are you gonna do Max? Blow a load and get all sad about it afterwards?
— Eve Dangerfield, Locked Box
The sexier the other woman is, the more jealous your wife gets. And that's where slut shaming comes from. When a woman is too sexually attractive, when she's too good at attracting the attention of the opposite sex, other women will shame her for it, because they are afraid she will steal their men.
— Oliver Markus, Why Men And Women Can't Be Friends
Oh Christ, I just wanted you to fuck me. And then I became greedy, I wanted you to love me.
— Tracey Emin
Keep your southern fried bullshit to yourself. And know this, Charlie is the sweetest girl I've ever met and if you hurt her, or infect her with some kind of disease, you will die. Slowly.
— Eve Dangerfield, Degrees of Control
It would take me the better part of growing up to understand that intimacy, more than sex or even sexual orientation, was the universal battleground, and no easier for straight than gay.
— Paul Monette, Becoming a Man: Half a Life Story
Sometimes, when he was not near me, I thought, I will never let him 'Touch' me again. Then, when he 'Touched' me, I thought, it doesn't matter, it is only the body, it will soon be over. When it was over, I lay in the dark and listened to his breathing and dreamed of the 'Touch' of hands, of Giovanni's hands, or anybody's hands, hands which would have the power to crush me and make me whole again.
— James     Baldwin, Giovanni's Room
What?” The corner of his mouth turned up, his white teeth gleaming in the light.“Just thinking how hot you are.”He scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “Thanks—but aren’t all firefighters hot? I mean, we do basically live in fire.
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
What is the meaning of life? Why are we here? Philosophers have pondered that question for centuries. I'm afraid the answer is disappointingly simple: Mating. That's it.
— Oliver Markus, Why Men And Women Can't Be Friends
I remember Queen Victoria's advice to her daughter. Close your eyes and think of England.
— Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
James couldn't help it, he smiled. Charlotte was the strangest girl he'd spent time with lately, not because she was weird or even kinky, but because sweetness seemed to pour from her skin like molasses.
— Eve Dangerfield, Degrees of Control
Men have always wanted to have sex with as many fertile young women as possible. It's part of a man's basic programming. That hasn't changed. Civilization is nothing more than an artificial and very thin veneer hiding our deep-seated primitive urges.
— Oliver Markus, Why Men And Women Can't Be Friends
That was her last rational thought. She gave herself up to Cam completely, feasting on her. She couldn't get enough of her.
— Jo Victor, Romance by the Book
Men come to sex hoping that it will provide them with all of the emotional satisfaction that would have come from love. Most men think that sex will provide them with a sense of being alive, connected, that sex will offer closeness, intimacy, pleasure. And more often than not sex simply does not deliver the goods. This fact does not lead men to cease obsessing about sex; it intensifies their lust and their longing.
— bell hooks, The Will to Change: Men, Masculinity, and Love
When a man is loved by a strong, confident woman he too is stronger and more confident. Once he has been touched by the tenderness of a strong, confident woman he too can touch with tenderness. That kind of love is contagious.
— Toni Sorenson
A faint sheen of perspiration made Simone's face glow, and every part of him felt warm and alive. I want you, he thought. God, I want you. He used his free hand to cup the side of her face. Her skin was so soft...so dewy and creamy and perfect. He wanted to touch every inch of her. He wanted to lick the salt sheen from her breasts and her belly and her legs. He wanted to taste the deep places.
— Abigail Strom, Nothing Like Love
Fighting is found everywhere in the animal kingdom and nowhere so much as among human animals. Animals fight to get what they want--food, sex, territory, control, etc.--because there are other animals who want the same thing or who want to stop them from getting it. The same is true of human animals, except that we have developed more sophisticated techniques for getting our way. Being "rational animals," we have institutionalized our fighting in a number of ways, one of them being war. Even though we have over the ages institutionalized physical conflict and have employed many of our finest minds to develop more effective means of carrying it out, its basic structure remains essentially unchanged. In fights between brute animals, scientists have observed the practices of issuing challenges for the sake of intimidation, of establishing and defending territory, attacking, defending, counterattacking, retreating, and surrendering. Human fighting involves the same practices. Part of being a rational animal, however, involves getting what you want without subjecting yourself to the dangers of actual physical conflict. As a result, we humans have evolved the social institution of verbal argument. We have arguments all the time in order to try to get what we want, and sometimes these "degenerate" into physical violence.
— George Lakoff
I forgot how it feels, how insanely different it is to make love, not just hook up of get off. It isn't two bodies coming into contact for pleasure alone. It's the weird sense of getting inside that person, turning sex into a fucking revelation.
— Christina Lauren, Wicked Sexy Liar
I reckon we could all use an opportunity to endear ourselves to our wives." He looked to Rycliff and Thorne. "When's the last time you did something heroic for your lady?"Rycliff smirked. "Last night."Thorne drained his tankard and cracked his neck. "This morning.""I didn't mean in bed," Colin said. Under his breath he added, "Braggarts.
— Tessa Dare, Lord Dashwood Missed Out
He craved sex and chocolate. Chocolate was his heroin. Men were his needle.
— Tom Cardamone, Night Sweats
The better angels of his nature told him that he wasn’t a good enough man to be her first, but the heaviness that was settling in his balls gave the devil a distinct advantage, demanding that he at least give it a try.
— Roselynn Randerod, Remote Resort: Runaway
And somehow, that changed everything about sex. The movements might all be the same, but the desire to communicate affection rather than demonstrate prowess changed what everything meant.
— James S.A. Corey, Caliban's War
Sexual desire is only the frustrated desire to eat human flesh.
— Christopher Frayling
A mug's game in my opinion and tiring on top of that, in the long run. But I lent myself to it with a good enough grace, knowing it was love, for she had told me so.
— Samuel Beckett, Molloy
Do I need a safe word?" "You either tust me or you don't, Emily
— Laurelin Paige, First Touch
Together they made love among the mimeographed pages of their zine and the ink stained their bodies with letters and strange hieroglyph tattoos which they examined together in the moonlight drifting through the window, laughing.
— Sunil Yapa, Your Heart Is a Muscle the Size of a Fist
Nothing risqué
—  nothing gained!
Is this different? Does love make lovemaking better? Does Nick feel this holy consummation, this wonder and beauty, this eternity, the way I do? Or is sex simply like this, designed by Nature to fool us all into multiplying?
— Beatriz Williams, A Hundred Summers
...you're dazzling. I'm dazzled, I'm upside down and inside out and...God, Vivian. I don't know what to say. There aren't words. I just want to crawl back under the blanket and spend my life doing that with you. And everything else we did today.
— Beatriz Williams, The Secret Life of Violet Grant
Sex is the glue of relationships, Caitlin, and it's what life is all about. It's the opposite of death, of giving up, of getting swamped by... What's out there. See it as symbolic.
— Mark Chadbourn, The Queen of Sinister
Besides, it seems to me, since my pleasure is more or less a foregone conclusion, the main object of the exercise ought to be your pleasure. A rather elusive creature, I've heard. Fascinating sort of quarry.' 'Wait a minute. You're hunting down my orgasms?' His laughter burst out like a rifle salute. 'Kate. You damned magnificent creature.' He rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. 'Yes, my darling. That's exactly what I'd like to do, on and on until the end of my life.
— Beatriz Williams, Overseas
Some women had more penises in their mouth than men had kisses in theirs but it's a relationship that clarifies their worth.
— Kent Lamarc
The most sexually active women need marriage the most to validate themselves. Why not do an orgy to see who proposes?
— Kent Lamarc
I never had to chase 7 women but always and whenever there was only one.
— Kent Lamarc
I don't know who tried to teach him what to do in the bedroom, but it must have been a furniture salesman.
— Alice Walker, The Color Purple
Not to pry, but would you say you sleep with a lot of people? More than you mean to? Some-times it feels like you don’t want to but can’t stop?” for as long as I can remember. I can’t being to count the beds, the nights when it felt easier just to close my eyes and take it, than to get myself home.
— Mayra hornbacher
Being a nun wasn't all it was cracked up to be and the sex was shit.
— Warren Ellis, Transmetropolitan, Vol. 3: Year of the Bastard
I’m thinking we should test your theory…see if my voice really is all you need.
— Sarah Grimm, Wrecked
Taking into consideration all your lovelinesswhy can't you burn your bootsoles and yourdraft card? How can you sit there saying yesto war? You'll be a pauper when you die, soreboy. Dead, while I still live at our addresss.Oh my brother, why do you keep making planswhen I am at seizures of hearts and hands?Come dance the dance, the Papa-Mama dance;bring costumes from the suitcase pasted Ille de France, the S.S. Gripsholm. Papa's London Harness case he took abroad and kept i our attic laced with old leather straps for storage and hisscholar's robes, black licorice - that metamorphosiswith it's crimson blood. "The Papa and Mama Dance
— Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
Thanks to a lifetime of brainwashing by Disney and Lifetime and Hallmark, she naively believes glimpsing God during an epic fuck somehow translates into some kind of happily ever after with her Prince Charming.
— Lauren Rowe, The Club
literature coming from the cold corpse of a whore is the last thing to be served in bed.
— Henry Miller
Sex is just not about love or pleasure.It has its share of passion, hard work and creativity
— Subhasis Das, I.T. Hurts
I am a massive slag!" I think to myself, in a motivational way. "I'm a Lady Sex Adventuress! I'm a Pirate of Privates! I'm a swashfuckler!" ... I think of "Teenage Whore" by Courtney Love as my personal anthem.
— Caitlin Moran
Sex and love – I have only just realised how very different they are. Sex says spread your seed as widely as possible. Love says put all your eggs in one special basket. Sex says me, me, me: love says you, you, you. Sex says muscle in on all the best-looking genes you can find. Love says search for that one unforgettable face. Sex says move on, find someone new. Love says don’t let anyone or anything take her away. Sex, you see, is biology. But love is chemistry.
— Anthony Strong, Chemistry for Beginners
Even now I can feel the heat from your palm as you cupped the back of my head and pulled my lips those last few inches, how you opened your body and begged me with your soul.
— Brandon Shire, Listening To Dust
Sex. A good-looking intense man with black, hungry eyes, and she fell like a lovesick calf. Sex. It ruined many otherwise sane women.
— Christine Feehan, Dark Desire
Touch me. Kiss me. I want you. I’ve never done it just for my pleasure, just for fun.
— Shaye Evans, Rescued
Eager?” “Just a little,” I breathed.
— Shaye Evans, Rescued
A blow job. Why did people do these things to each other? Artemis felt faintly sick.
— Marie Phillips, Gods Behaving Badly
At nineteen, one lives in the utter idolatry, therefore the extreme superstition, of sex. Monstrously exaggerated tales about sexual feats, which we listen to greedily, determine our expectations. The disappointments are correspondingly great.
— Gregor von Rezzori
The Australian jewel beetle has sex with beer bottles.The beetles are a light chocolate color with dimples all down their back and dark black legs and heads that peek out from underneath their carapeces. Their bodies are big and long instead of round, and they resemble cicadas more than they do ladybugs. The male Australian jewel beetle is hardwired to like certain aspects about the female jewel beetle. They like females to be big, brown, and shiny. The bottles they make love to are bigger, browner, and shinier than any female could ever hope to be. In Australia, a certain type of bottle called stubbies overstimulates male jewel beetles. In a trash heap filled with bottles, you will often see every single stubby covered in male jewel beetles trying to get it on. The stubbies are what evolutionary psychologists call supernormal releasers. They are superstimuli, better than the real thing. The beetles will mate with these bottles even while being devoured by ants.
— David Raney
About 10 to 20 percent of both men and women report an increase in their sexual interest when they're anxious or depressed. But a guy who wants sex more when he's anxious or depressed probably has less sensitive brakes. In contrast, a woman who wants sex more when she's anxious or depressed is likely to have a more sensitive accelerator.
— Emily Nagoski, Come as You Are: The Surprising New Science that Will Transform Your Sex Life
This is what science can do for us, if we let it. If offers us an opportunity to lower our defenses and experience the ways that we are all connected.
— Emily Nagoski, Come as You Are: The Surprising New Science that Will Transform Your Sex Life
There should be a sex-related metric with which you could measure sex in hotels, especially the illicit variety, but of what would that metric consist? How about increments of remorse?
— Rick Moody, Hotels of North America
Virginity is supposed to be something a girl gives up only when she is ready and feels comfortable, something a girl discusses at length with her friends and flip-flops over a million times in her mind before actually doing it. A guy is expected to be born ready.But what I realized after Tommy is that they're not. They're just as scared as their girlfriends, maybe even more so because the onus is on them to be gentle, make it last, make it memorable. And most of them haven't a clue.
— Laurie Elizabeth Flynn, Firsts
Hell, I'll be safest pretending I'm a boy the rest of my life. The frontier ain't for the faint of heart, and it certainly ain't kind to women. Sometimes I think the whole world's 'gainst us.
— Erin Bowman, Vengeance Road
No. I can’t have sex with you today because there aren’t enough spoons.
— Jenny  Lawson, Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things
I cared about her as a person, as a soul, and I wanted to fuck her, and that was the recipe for something much worse than carnal sin. It was a recipe for falling in love.
— Sierra Simone, Priest
Conversation is the sexiest foreplay, the perfect prelude to sex, the fiery banter that gets you heated, the stimulation of the mind that transmits to the body. Conversation is a give and take. Just like sex itself. And the best give and takes — the best conversations — lead to the best sex.
— Zara Barrie
It's true what they say, you know. First fuck. First love. First kill. You never forget your first.
— Nenia Campbell, Cease and Desist
So, if there are any couples here this evening having a secret extramarital affair, I encourage you to breed.
— Alison Larkin, The English American
I'll wager that in ten years it will be fashionable again to be a virgin.
— Barbara Cartland
Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel.
— Robert Hughes
The metaphysical mutation that gave rise to materialism and modern science in turn spawned two great trends: rationalism and individualism. Huxley’s mistake was in having poorly evaluated the balance of power between these two. Specifically, he underestimated the growth of individualism brought about by an increased consciousness of death. Individualism gives rise to freedom, the sense of self, the need to distinguish oneself and to be superior to others. A rational society like the one he describes in Brave New World can defuse the struggle. Economic rivalry—a metaphor for mastery over space—has no more reason to exist in a society of plenty, where the economy is strictly regulated. Sexual rivalry—a metaphor for mastery over time through reproduction—has no more reason to exist in a society where the connection between sex and procreation has been broken. But Huxley forgets about individualism. He doesn’t understand that sex, even stripped of its link with reproduction, still exists—not as a pleasure principle, but as a form of narcissistic differentiation. The same is true of the desire for wealth. Why has the Swedish model of social democracy never triumphed over liberalism? Why has it never been applied to sexual satisfaction? Because the metaphysical mutation brought about by modern science leads to individuation, vanity, malice and desire. Any philosopher, not just Buddhist or Christian, but any philosopher worthy of the name, knows that, in itself, desire—unlike pleasure—is a source of suffering, pain and hatred.
— Michel Houellebecq, The Elementary Particles
Because feelings, emotional and physical, are so foregrounded in sexual encounters, the orgy is soon the most social of human interchanges, where awareness and communication, whether verbal or no, hold all together or sunder it.
— Samuel R. Delany, The Motion Of Light In Water: Sex And Science Fiction Writing In The East Village
We weren't ashamed to enjoy food and alcohol in moderation - why were we so afraid of sex?
— Sierra Simone, Priest
How many relationships would be better if they were born out of something genuine rather than merely a petty desire? Divorce would drop because people would know why they started doing something in the first place. Teen pregnancy would almost be eradicated because for the first time we wouldn’t need to simply succumb to our desires and cravings pushed onto us from the media and society in general. Prostitutes would be searching for redundancy packages and brothel owners for new careers, and the whole shallow and superficial nature of sex would be under the spotlight.
— Evan Sutter, Solitude: How Doing Nothing Can Change the World
I'd like to make a twosome with two handsome trees. Make that a threesome as I'd also include a bush in the package, to keep it low profile.
— Will Advise, Nothing is here...
The body releases its electricity, merges with another, and together there is something like God in this pleasure. But afterward, in the quiet redolent air, there must also be offerings of truth. And so the mystery of love deepens.
— Steve Almond, My Life in Heavy Metal: Stories
It's a funny thing sensing someone else's sex drive. After a while, you get to mistaking it for your own.
— Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase
How is having a super orgasm going to increase the knowledge of Jesus Christ?
— Mary D. Brooks, No Good Deed
Most partners do not have sex frequently enough for optimum mental, physical, and emotional health.
— Diana Richardson, Tantric Sex for Men: Making Love a Meditation
I think if our new direction in all our relationships is friendship, compassion, and enjoyment, we will easily be able to break our old cycle of bad habits and develop something deeper and more meaningful
— Evan Sutter, Solitude: How Doing Nothing Can Change the World
The true function of sex is to bring more love into the world.
— Diana Richardson, Tantric Sex for Men: Making Love a Meditation
This is the gateway to Hell, baby… Welcome to The Underworld.
— Kassandra Cross, Black Magic: New Adult Witchcraft Paranormal Suspence Romance
And she learned that you couldn’t stockpile anything that mattered, really. Feelings, people, songs, sex, fireworks: they existed only in time, and when it was over, so were they.
— Garth Risk Hallberg, City on Fire
They say I should stay away from you,” I said. “They said you’re not good for me.” 	“I’m not,” he said with a wicked smile, “But doesn’t that make it even more fun?
— Kassandra Cross, Black Magic: New Adult Witchcraft Paranormal Suspence Romance
The body often contains emotional truths that words can too easily gloss over.
— Esther Perel
If our relationships are not all about sex, then we must not make homosexuality a matter of concern.
— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
Commit to a partner who sparks you physically, but also makes you lust for them mentally
— Chris Marvel, Love Laws "Rules of Love and Relationship in the 21st Century
We've been dead for thousands and thousands of years. Dead or sleeping, depends on how you feel about it at any given moment. But that's okay. The trouble starts when you are born, then everything becomes taxing and temporary. When they pulled us into awareness, they killed us. Then we get saddled with a seven minute relay, at best. A soft limbo that's only palliative and comforting in theory. A momentary respite that's a cosmic joke of course and still resented by the divine. A petty haggling of which we weren't even a part of. When forced into an existence, we turned into the ward of all that breathes, subjected to the known universe, and though always partial to the unknown, which wasn't really found and never understood, is lost to us.
— Asghar Abbas
If you can’t be happy and content by yourself then you shouldn’t be in a relationship.
— Evan Sutter, Solitude: How Doing Nothing Can Change the World
If everyone could spend some time self analysing, spend some quiet time with nothing to do and nowhere to go, then without a doubt the world would be an infinitely better place to live and play. It would probably be the cause of the end of bullying, teen suicide, anxiety, depression, stress, and fear and the start of a more genuine and authentic world. I have found that my tranquillity and peacefulness grew significantly stronger as I began to live comfortably with my desires and cravings.
— Evan Sutter, Solitude: How Doing Nothing Can Change the World
Sex is the expression of intimacy, touching and personalized care that takes friendship another step further. There is a trinity of sex, spirituality and friendship which all need to be present.
— Phil 'Philosofree' Cheney
Be generous, kind and compassionate. These are true characteristics of successful people.
— Archie Lee, That's the Way She Is: What Jack Needs To Know About Jill
At this stage I can see most of the men are still primitive about sexual perception and conception.
— Baris Gencel
We're strong for each other ! It's what women do!" said Zelda to Pearl"He Counts Their Tears" by Mary Ann D'Alto
— Mary Ann D'Alto
But could he endure it, that other men knew her in a way that he, Staines, did not? He did not know.
— Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries
I am not so sure I should like the facts of life, but I have got over the bitter disappointment I felt when I first heard about them,...
— Dodie Smith
Male social conditioning encourages boys and men to aim to bed as many women as possible....so much so, that their self esteem and self worth become intertwined with the number of sexual partners they have; and when that number is low or even zero, so too is their self-confidence.
— Miya Yamanouchi, Embrace Your Sexual Self: A Practical Guide for Women
When you are married to a powerful man, especially a handsome one, you expect indiscretion. It comes with the territory. What you don’t expect is to find out about it on the evening news. ~ Linda Boyd
— Jayden Hunter, Undressed To The Nines
Heaven would be a comfortable chair, a library, Diet Coke, and an occasional cheese pizza. Sex once in a while. No talking. ~ Drew Stirling
— Jayden Hunter, Undressed To The Nines
I thought I wanted to be degraded, but I wanted to be degraded with love. You wanted me to talk during sex and what came out was, "You hate me.
— Fiona Helmsley, My Body Would Be the Kindest of Strangers
There has been so much action in the past,” said D.H. Lawrence, “especially sexual action, a wearying repetition over and over, without a corresponding thought, a corresponding realization. Now our business is to realize sex. Today the full conscious realization of sex is even more important than the act itself.
— Michel Foucault
We grow up in a world where satisfying our cravings seems to be the number one objective, every advertisement on television and the newspaper calls for one craving or another to be dealt with. When it comes to sex we are bombarded every which way, so much so, that we think solving our cravings is the only way and the right way.
— Evan Sutter, Solitude: How Doing Nothing Can Change the World
I was a puppet on the strings to my cravings and desires.
— Evan Sutter, Solitude: How Doing Nothing Can Change the World
When you have proved that God is merely a name for the sex instinct, it appears to me not far to the perception that the sex instinct is God.”-Review of Ida Craddock’s “Heavenly Bridegrooms
— Aleister Crowley, The Equinox, Volume III, Number I
...they hold all their flaws between their bodies and cradle them with each kiss.
— Hannah Moskowitz, A History of Glitter and Blood
To be the mistress of a married man is to have the better role. Do you realize? His dirty shirt, his disgusting underwear, his daily ironing, his bad breath, his hemorrhoid attacks, his fuss, not to mention his bad moods, and his tantrums. Well all that is for his wife. When a married man comes to his mistress... he's always bleached and ironed, his teeth sparkle, his breath is like perfume, he's in a good mood, he's full of conversation, he is there to have a good time with you.
— Marjane Satrapi, Embroideries
We need feminism because degrading phrases like "walk of shame" are commonplace in our social vocabulary, yet these are only applied to women; whereas men in the same situation are praised by their peers and seen as nothing more than " a guy who got lucky", by the rest of society.
— Miya Yamanouchi, Embrace Your Sexual Self: A Practical Guide for Women
And in a flash I understood the meaning of sex. It is a craving of mingling of consciousness, whose symbol is the mingling of bodies. Every time a man and a woman slake their thirst in the strange waters of the other's identity, they glimpse the immensity of their freedom.
— Colin Wilson
I looked at whale jawbones in the museum this morning. Then I did some shopping. Whenever I go into the drugstore it seems that many people are buying condoms and motion sickness medicine.
— Lydia Davis, Varieties of Disturbance
Inanna spoke:"What I tell youLet the singer weave into song.What I tell you, Let it flow from ear to mouth,Let it pass from old to young:My vulva, the horn,The Boat of Heaven,Is full of eagerness like the young moon.My untilled land lies fallow.As for me, Inanna,Who will plow my vulva?Who will plow my high field?Who will plow my wet ground?As for me, the young woman,Who will plow my vulva?Who will station the ox there?Who will plow my vulva?"Dumuzi replied:"Great Lady, the king will plow your vulva.I, Dumuzi the King, will plow your vulva."Inanna:"Then plow my vulva, man of my heart!Plow my vulva!
— Diane Wolkstein, Inanna, Queen of Heaven and Earth: Her Stories and Hymns from Sumer
Many things as we have constructed them can be redefined and are neither correct nor incorrect. I love making love to a woman. I love her every quiver, her every movement, her every moan, her every breath. I love the journey my hands make over her every soft curve, the smell of her skin, and I revel in the feminine beauty, unmatched by anything else on this earth. But the core connection is what matters most and, while I don’t know what draws me to the essence of women rather than men or both, I wanted to be swallowed up by exactly that – the mystery of why we don’t want to be without each other.
— Jackie Haze, Borderless
Strange though, I never took you for a nympho.
— Eve Masters, She Is My Master
Sex is an open secret parents try to hide to their children
— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
If you want to know about sex don't ask your parents. They don't have any and know nothing about it. Find out yourself
— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
Following his wonderful introduction to the joys of womanhood, Waldo found a perverse pleasure in leaving his after-sex cigarette butt glowing on the lawn of the executive mansion. Despite Jeanne's repeated assurances that it wouldn't actually be visible to any nineteenth century passers-by, Waldo preferred to picture his discarded cigarette butt being the center of much scrutiny, with puzzled Civil War-era Washingtonians reacting to it in the same way Brazilian farmers would react to U.F.O.'s a century later.
— Donald Jeffries, The Unreals
Society says "Don't talk about sex, just do it
— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
Sex has changed drastically over the years due to technology. The World Wide Web has boosted the sex market and made sex ever present. No one has to work hard anymore with sexting, Tango, Skype, and all the other ways you can initiate sex without ever even suckling on my damn nipple!
— Sanjo Jendayi, I Now Pronounce You Single & Happy
Our conversations were like sex, our sex like conversation.
— Patrick McGrath, Trauma
Religious ceremonial nowadays provides less opportunity for bad language and sexual symbolism.
— Aubrey de Sélincourt
Sex is too sweet to speak about, you must only do it
— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
I've never seen or touched anything.""Can you explain then how you had children?""You're right. It's true I have four kids. Four! But still I have never seen the male organ. He came into the bedroom, he turned off the light, and then Bam! Bam! Bam! and voila I was pregnant! What's more, I was granted four girls. So I have never seen penises.
— Marjane Satrapi, Embroideries
It may well be that we talk about sex more than anything else; we set our minds to the task; we convince ourselves that were have never said enough on the subject...where sex is concerned the most long-winded, the most impatient of societies is our own.
— Michel Foucault
We’re not having sex, are we?”“No,” Talia confirmed. “Don’t take it the wrong way, you’re by far the nicest insect I’ve ever spent time with, but first contact is one thing. I’m not sure my reputation can take sleeping with the first alien I meet.
— Gavin G. Smith, A Quantum Mythology
Hope that doesn’t hurt too much
— Eve Masters, She Is My Master
After puberty, you look to one sex for more than friendship and to the other for less-than-complete intimacy.
— Rafael Yglesias, The Wisdom of Perversity
His lips were smooth against my skin, his breath warm, and my knees buckled as he lifted my other hand to his mouth and kissed it, too. Kissed it carefully - in a way that made heat begin pounding in my core, between my legs.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
The question that surrounds lovemaking is, "Did you cum?" and the unasked question beneath that is, "Am I all right?
— Sam Keen, Fire in the Belly: On Being a Man
Mom!" he cried out. She shrugged. You're not a virgin, and I'm promoting her pleasure as well. The girl will enjoy it a lot more. They don't always, you know." She scanned the rest of the table. "I'm sure you two bucks think you're the stud for all those does," she remembered me and amended,"well maybe just you and Logan, but I'm telling you. Girls fake it eighty percent of the time."That opened a whole new channel of adoration from Logan. He wanted to know it all.The rest of the conversation was a question and answer forum from Logan while Mark looked ready to throw up. I even caught Mason listening intently to her. He told me later that he'd be stupid to pass up information like that.
— Tijan, Fallen Crest Public
I felt in some ways we'd had some sort of sex, sex of the mind, sex of ideas, sex of words, hundreds and thousands of words...
— Lily King, Euphoria
As he fills me, I wonder if—in the same way that sex makes its own unique perfume—we don’t really “make” love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world. Because when he’s in me, I feel the space around us changing, charging, and it seems to set off some kind of feedback loop, where the more he touches me, the more I need him to. Having sex with Barrons sates my need. Then feeds it. Sates, then feeds. It’s a never-ending cycle. I get out of bed with him, frantic to be back in it again. And I—“—hated you for it,” he says gently.That was my line.“I never get enough, Mac. Drives me bug-fuck. I should kill you for what you make me feel.”I understand perfectly. He is my vulnerability. I would become Shiva, the world-eater, for him.
— Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever
Are you gay, Cherie? Me, No… I’m not anything… I-I mean I prefer not to indulge, I stammered.“Really... how do you mean?”Well love has been an elusive story, like a fairytale adults tell children but I have never known any of it to be true. In reality it reminds me of religion. I am not sure God is real either, if God is real why do so many innocents suffer?Innocents suffer because it is their destiny to suffer.What? What does that mean?” I’m annoyed.God has nothing to do with it. We are born into this world to experience all that is not God-like, so we can then be inspired to reach for higher spiritual goals.I have never thought of it that way before. If that is so then I must be preparing for sainthood. Am I to think that all of my suffering as a child has been to prepare me for greatness?
— Darwun St. James, Angel Sins
It's amazing what a woman will read into if you by accident, say I love you. Ten times out of ten, a guy means I love this.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
You picked a man who can read tax code and date a celibate for two years. That's some serious patience. I have zero doubt in my ability to wait you out. I have zero doubt that you're meant to be my girl.
— Joshilyn Jackson, Gods in Alabama
People sin, Lena. People in love sin a lot. God invented sex. He knows how it works
— Joshilyn Jackson, Gods in Alabama
It's the last frontier to conquer, other people, strangers, the jungle of their arms and legs, hair and skin, the smells and moans that is everybody you haven't done. The great unknowns. The last forest to devastate. Here's everything you've only imagined.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
We all know that when the lights are out all women are the same height!
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear
By the age of thirteen, any blossoming girl knows the power she possesses over boys. By the time she's thirty she's come to realize men would stoop to fucking chickens under the right circumstances.
— Jack Dancer, Detour Allure
I loved the zebras, the cheetahs, the fruit flies, the octopi and the rest. But The Nature of Sex “climaxed” with a species I’d never heard of before, “bonobos,” which the narrator also called by their Latin/scientific name Pan paniscus. I knew “Pan” as classical Greek mythology’s horned and horny god of the wild, so maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised. But when the bonobos started swinging onto my screen, well… what can I say? Today, I’ve got a whole book’s worth of stuff to say, but back then, I couldn’t utter a word. Imagine looking into an evolutionary funhouse mirror and seeing a side of yourself you’ve never seen before, shocking yet deeply familiar. “Who are these vibrant, joyful creatures that look so much like me, only hairier?” I wondered. “And what’s with all the sex?” They weren’t just going at it for procreation. They were engaging in sex for recreation and interpersonal communication, very much like humans, but without the pretense, hypocrisy and shame. I got very excited, but no, I still didn’t want to have sex with them. I wanted to have sex like them (at least occasionally), in that playful yet deeply meaningful way of theirs I started calling the Bonobo Way. But would it keep our sex life out of the dreaded sinkhole? Only time would tell.
— Susan Block, The Bonobo Way
I squinted through the big window, a portal to another world, trying to get a better view of the primal love scene before us. All I could see was a mass of wriggling fur and finger-like toes until my eyes focused in on one male and two females kissing, ear-tonguing and giving each other enthusiastic oral sex, punctuated with occasional somersaults, smacks and nibbles on fruit and leaves. Sometimes they interacted as a threesome. Other times, two would cavort together, while the third played with herself, alternating between fingering and using a red rubber ball as a kind of sex toy, rubbing and bouncing it vigorously against her large pink vulva.
— Susan Block, The Bonobo Way
...and I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Don’t forget guys, while I’m fucking, you can use my mouth anytime you want.
— Camilla Barret, 8 Sex Stories That Will Make You Really Horny
Why are you so angry with your Duckling, harry? Don't you like it when I open my legs wide to you? Cross them over you - the way you like? What will you do when your little Duckling isn't there anymore to touch you with her soft fingertips, Harry, where you like it? First the left nipple and then the right. Your Duckling doesn't want to leave you, Harry.""Duckling...""I need freedom sometimes, Harry.
— Timberlake Wertenbaker, Our Country's Good
It seems to me a measure of the true perversity of the human race, that one of its very few reliably pleasurable activities should be the subject of so much hysteria and repression.
— A dangerous Method, 2011 (Movie)
Nineteen ninety-eight was a banner year for Connie. She was separately invited by two male former college friends to participate in an ménage à trois with them and their wives, despite her overbite and diminutive breasts.
— Shannon Bradley-Colleary, Married Sex: Fact and Fiction
Love at first sight is a polite phrase used when one wants to fuck a stranger.
— Sheeja Jose, Goodbye Girl
Mr. Pettifor, I’ve brought you lunch, Sir.” “Leave it on my desk,” he grouses. “It’s your favorite, Sir, a Reuben with au jus,” I say softly.
— Ella Dominguez, Continental Breakfast
We’re like Pavlov’s dog with these mammary glands, and it’s only the threat of jail or some other unthinkable repercussion that keeps us tethered.
— Jack Dancer, Detour Paris
Do not judge a woman on her knees: you never know how tall she is when she stands.
— Mie Hansson, Where Pain Thrives
We have to stop anyway. I don't want you to regret this later. And I don't want your head to explode.""Really? You're so good that my head would explode?"It took him a moment. His expression changed from intense to speculative. "It's a possibility. I'm not a doctor, but Doolittle says it could happen.""That's a lot of expectation to live up to.""I exceed expectations."So modest, too.
— Ilona Andrews, Magic Shifts
By all means be submissive in the bedroom (if you are that way inclined), but don't be submissive to life. Being life's bitch is no fun at all. Life may play up in many ways, but it's up to you to take control, take charge and show life who's really calling the shots.
— Miya Yamanouchi, Embrace Your Sexual Self: A Practical Guide for Women
Tell me what a man finds sexually attractive and I will tell you his entire philosophy of life. Show me the woman he sleeps with and I will tell you his valuation of himself.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
We are those who do not disconnect the values of their minds from the actions of their bodies, those who do not leave their values to empty dreams, but bring them into existence, those who give material form to thoughts, and reality to values.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
The man who is convinced of his own worthlessness will be drawn to a woman he despises—because she will reflect his own secret self, she will release him from that objective reality in which he is a fraud, she will give him a momentary illusion of his own value and a momentary escape from the moral code that damns him.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
The Dean leaned toward an ear.“I was saying,” he said loudly, “that we didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘sex’ when we were young.”“That’s true. That’s very true,” said Poons. He stared reflectively at the flames. “Did we ever, mm, find out, do you remember?
— Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures
Observe the ugly mess which most men make of their sex lives—and observe the mess of contradictions which they hold as their moral philosophy.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged