c2p-cmd/Good-Quotes-Authors huggingface dataset:
What about -- not sex -- but love?''Love is another name for sex.''Like love of country,' Rick said. 'Love of music.
— Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
The sensayer frowned. “You’re saying you discuss theology while having sex.”“For beginners it’s before and after mostly, managing it during sex takes skill and concentration.
— Ada Palmer, Too Like the Lightning
The Hollywooden heads would buy a car for almost any purpose except a worthy one. Many automobiles were purchased to attract members of LA's eight or ten opposite sexes. Since the denizens of America's Gomorrah, were incapable of verbalizing any idea more complex than "box office gross," the expensive car served as a substitute for witty come-on and seductive chat.
— P.J. O'Rourke, Driving Like Crazy: Thirty Years of Vehicular Hell-bending, Celebrating America the Way It's Supposed To Be -- With an Oil Well in Every Backyard, a ... of the Federal Reserve Mowing Our Lawn
Because the thing of it is, no matter how much you enjoy sex, there’s something jolting and strangely disturbing about witnessing the sex of others. Nature has taken great pains to lay out the fundamentals of copulation so that it’s impossible to get a particularly good view of the sex you’re having. Because when you get right down to it, sex is a messy, gritty, often grotesque business to behold: the hairs; the abraded, dimpled flesh; the wide-open orifices; the exposed, glistening organs. And the violence of the coupling itself, primitive and elemental, reminding us that we’re all just dumb animals clinging to our spot on the food chain, eating, sleeping and fucking as much as possible before our something bigger comes along and devours us.
— Jonathan Tropper, This is Where I Leave You
Be as promiscuous as the rabbits!' said Hammond. 'Why not? What's wrong with rabbits? Are they any worse than a neurotic, revolutionary humanity, full of nervous hate?
— D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
As women, our ability to multitask can be a blessing, but it becomes a huge liability when we take on too much and then use our busyness as an excuse to get out of our intimacy responsibilities.
— Ngina Otiende, The Wedding Night: Embracing Sexual Intimacy as New Bride
Adults are taught to be anxious about not having enough sex while teenagers are shamed for wanting to have it all the time.
— Catherine Lacey, The Answers
Writing poetry is like having sex with the universe and the language is just a condom.
— TRIPURARI
Sexual liberation is the root of all liberation.
— J.Adam Snyder
Discrimination is the most polite word for abuse aka denying equal opportunity by anyone in power based on age, ancestry, color, disability (mental and physical), exercising the right to family care and medical leave, gender, gender expression, gender identity, genetic information, marital status, medical condition, military or veteran status, national origin, political affiliation, race, religious creed, sex (includes pregnancy, childbirth, breastfeeding and related medical conditions), and sexual orientation.
— Ramesh Lohia
I want you in every way possible and in ways you’ve probably never even imagined. Your saving grace is I don’t sleep with vamps. If things were different we wouldn’t be talking and you’d be enjoying the hell out of where this could be going.” - Lexan, The Way You Bite
— Zoe Forward, The Way You Bite
Why did it have to be such a shameful secret? Hadn’t I been potty-trained and taught to chew with my mouth closed? So what was the freaking big deal about having sex? Wasn’t it essential to the survival of our darn, hypocritical species?
— Gaia B. Amman, Sex-O-S: The Tragicomic Adventure of an Italian Surviving the First Time
We shall bear in linea, however sadly, that psychopathology is no longer the exclusive preserve of the degenerate and perverse. The Congo, Vietnam, Biafra- these are games that anyone can play (...) What will follow is the psychopathology of sex, relationships so lunar and abstract that people will become mere extensions of the geometries of situations.
— Ballard James G.
After years of selfish lovers, my preference for pleasuring as opposed to being pleasured had unsettled her at first but as brief fumbles had turned into stolen weekends, her confidence and trust in me had grown to the point where she was now totally relaxed and at ease with me. There was nothing, not a single thing I couldn’t do for or to her if I so wished it. We didn’t even have a safe word because we didn’t need one. We just knew.
— Michael Bayswater, The Adventures of Michael Bayswater.
The more I thought about it, the more I began to grasp the fact that I was being offered a life changing opportunity. A chance to experience something which few people ever even thought about let alone embraced.	‘It will be an adventure,’ she said calmly. ‘For all of us.
— Michael Bayswater, The Adventures of Michael Bayswater.
After you've spent four years kissing somebody's perineum, the subtext talks louder than words.
— Steve Kluger, Almost Like Being in Love
The Romans’ ideal was torn between heroism and glory. Both are epitomized in the instant of death. To die ‘fine death’ was their obsession: to snatch that moment, to gather - carpere - the instant of death. Tiberius died from the effort he had expended at the age of seventy-three by throwing the javelin at a boar in the arena at Circeii. The moment of death isn’t just a subject for painters. It isn’t simply the stuff of the odes and annals. The moment of death exists in the amphitheatre: human sacrifices, bullfights, denudations, tortures and carnivorous scenes. The ancient Romans had taken over the ‘sport’ associated with the figure of Phersu from the Etruscans. The populus romanus gambled on the men who would be put to death within the next hour- The jus gladii - this is the Roman Empire (the right of the sword, the right of life and death).
— Pascal Quignard
I wanted to be a slut. I rarely had sex with the same girl more than once.
— Jamie Iredell, I Was a Fat Drunk Catholic School Insomniac
I knew I wanted to make her come again, and again, and I still love it when she comes now that we’re married, because it feels good to make her feel good, because she is sweet, and she believes in me,
— Jamie Iredell, I Was a Fat Drunk Catholic School Insomniac
We speak in Spanish when we make love. English seems an impossible language for intimacy.
— Cristina García, Dreaming in Cuban
Fucking is not an adequate name for what we just did there,' Irene said. 'We need a better word. Something more festive.''Fucktivities?' he offered.'Celebratio,' she said.'Funnilingus!
— Daryl Gregory, Spoonbenders
There is a very delicate line between pornography and beauty. A naked woman is not necessarily pornographic; a naked man is not necessarily pornographic. A beautiful man, a beautiful woman, naked, can be examples of beauty, of health, of proportion. They are the most glorious products of nature. If a deer can be naked and beautiful—and nobody thinks the deer is pornographic—then why should it be that a naked man or woman cannot be just seen as beautiful?
— Osho, Learning to Silence the Mind: Wellness Through Meditation
The whole time I hadn't slept with anyone at university had made it harder and harder to finally do it. Like spending too long on a very high diving board, until finally you have to exit ignominiously, the same way you climbed up.
— Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
Have you ever tried to organise a threesome in real life?'I shook my head. I'd only encountered them in porn, but it seemed to happen without much admin, the same way all porn skipped out the granular details of sex, like condoms and kissing, that were supposed to happen in real life.
— Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
Remember my friend, uncontrolled alcohol, uncontrolled casual sex and mindless indoctrination are not signs of progress, they are signs of drowning into the abyss of mental and physical degradation.
— Abhijit Naskar, Wise Mating: A Treatise on Monogamy
Sex is the sweetest of all things.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The strongest taste shall be a kiss.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Achi used to say that, for a woman, sex was her greatest strength. Morality was nothing but a chain invented by man to enslave women.
— Anand Neelakantan, The Rise of Sivagami
I saw him freeing me from the silences of the interior life.
— Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone
Love banged me in ways, Even lust would envy.
— sandeep kumar mishra
We had been with the men, we had let them do what they wanted. But they would never know the parts of ourselves we hid from them - they would never sense the lack or even know there was something more they should be looking for.
— Emma Cline, The Girls
It’s like I’m suddenly a hormonally charged teenager or living in a bad romance novel: I suddenly can’t stop myself from noticing every man around me. Which means that Darcy, Samantha, and Michael are probably right. Plus, there was that disturbing dream about Voldemort this morning. I need to lose my gay-husband virginity before I lose my mind entirely. I need to find someone to sleep with me. And the fact that I don’t have the faintest idea how to make that happen is just further proof that it needs to.—SINGLE-MINDED
— Lisa Daily, Single-Minded
It is as if we need to be reminded of convention in order properly to appreciate the wonder of being unguarded...
— Alain de Botton, How to Think More About Sex
A relationship is not just about sex – it is much more than that. Sex is only a tool in love, not love itself.
— Abhijit Naskar, Wise Mating: A Treatise on Monogamy
Don't beg anyone for any form of gratification, be it mental, psychological or sexual, for resorting to such practices in itself is an insult to your existence. Celebrate in your own grandeur with dignity!
— Ramana Pemmaraju
I have learned that the libido, like Elvis and jealousy, never dies. I know copulators of eighty-five. Who said you need an erection, a body or an orgasm for sex?
— Hanif Kureishi, The Nothing
Sex is like art: if you know what you’re doing, you don’t know what you’re doing.
— Hanif Kureishi, The Nothing
Time unslid the knot of any last ribbon of tension.
— C.S. Pacat, The Summer Palace
Dipping his hand between the denim he’d parted, Logan thought he would feel cotton, but as his fingers brushed over wiry hair, he groaned out loud. “Commando? You came to see me fucking commando?
— Ella Frank, Try
One second, he was in my mouth, my tongue flicking over the broad head of him; the next, his hands were on my waist and I flipped onto my front. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, spreading me as he gripped my hips, tugging them up, up before he sheathed himself deep in me with a single stroke.I moaned into the pillow at every glorious inch of him, rising onto my forearms as my fingers grappled into the sheets.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
Rhys shuddered, and I watched his cock twitch.“Play later,” he ground out.Indeed.His mouth found mine, the kiss open and deep, a clash of tongues and teeth. He lay me down on the pillows, and I locked my legs around his back, careful of the wings.Though I stopped caring as he nudged at my entrance. And paused.“Play later,” I snarled into his mouth.Rhys laughed and slid in. And in. And in.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
Go get dirty, baby girl. And I mean the naked kind.
— Kelly Moran, Redemption
I don’t just want you to come. I want you to come undone
— Kelly Moran, Redemption
Please,” I gasped out.He just brushed his lips against my jaw, my neck, my mouth.“Tamlin,” I begged. He palmed my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple. I cried out, and he buried himself in me with a mighty stroke.For a moment, I was nothing, no one.Then we were fused, two hearts beating as one, and I promised myself it always would be that way as he pulled out a few inches, the muscles of his back flexing beneath my hands, and then slammed back into me. Again and again.I broke and broke against him as he moved, as he murmured my name and told me he loved me. And when that lightning once more filled my veins, my head, when I gasped out his name, his own release found him. I gripped him through each shuddering wave, savoring the weight of him, the feel of his skin, his strength.For a while, only the rasp of our breathing filled the room.I frowned as he withdrew at last—but he didn’t go far. He stretched out on his side, head propped on a fist, and traced idle circles on my stomach, along my breasts.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
She didn't care if he was telling the truth. Milly felt nothing but she was very good at making men think otherwise. Sometimes, she nearly convinced herself.
— Roxane Gay, Difficult Women
In contemporary parlance, sex is biological and gender is socially constructed.
— Rebecca Solnit, The Mother of All Questions
Kill your appetite and save for the future!
— Israelmore Ayivor, Become a Better You
greater sexual freedom expands the grey area between consensual sex and rape
— none
Because it’s never really sex until someone squirts.
— Ben Monopoli, Homo Action Love Story! A tall tale
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much.
— Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
And that is one of the problems of your generation. All sex. No romance. No love.
— Marcy Dermansky, The Red Car
Sex in social mammals is generally carried out in public, before the gazes of other members of the troop.
— Jared Diamond, Why Is Sex Fun? The Evolution of Human Sexuality
Sex is flagrantly separated from reproduction in a few species, including bonobos and dolphins.
— Jared Diamond, Why Is Sex Fun? The Evolution of Human Sexuality
big-bang reproduction, or semelparity: a single reproductive effort, followed by preprogrammed death.
— Jared Diamond, Why Is Sex Fun? The Evolution of Human Sexuality
Recreational sex is thus supposed to function as the glue holding a human couple together while they cooperate in rearing their helpless baby.
— Jared Diamond, Why Is Sex Fun? The Evolution of Human Sexuality
The daddy-at-home theory posits that concealed ovulation evolved to promote monogamy, to force the man to stay home, and thus to bolster his certainty about his paternity of his wife's children. The many-fathers theory instead posits that concealed ovulation evolved to give the women access to many sex partners and thus to leave many men uncertain as to whether they sired her children.
— Jared Diamond, Why Is Sex Fun? The Evolution of Human Sexuality
But the largest number of primate species--thirty-four--have a promiscuous system in which females routinely associate and copulate with multiple males.
— Jared Diamond
I've never understood why the majority of human curses and insults refer to the erotic sphere. Sex is wonderful and associated with beauty, joy and pleasure. How can the names of the sexual organs be used as a vulgar synonym for ̶
— Andrzej Sapkowski, Wieża Jaskółki
A man's sexual organ is penis and woman's sexual organ is brains.
— DK Publishing
Without 'consent' in any human interactions, there's an ethical violation.
— Henry Johnson Jr
Pleasure, sex… I never did understand this… but a system like the = real world has it's on glitches and bugs.
— Deyth Banger
We kissed for a bit and I stopped shaking. We played with each other for a long time, and after we had joined, my cock and her fanny became one thing, then it seemed to vanish as we took off on a big psychic trip together. It was our souls and our minds that were doing it all; our genitals, our bodies, they were just launch pads and were soon superfluous as we went around the universe together on our shared trip, moving in and out of each other’s heads and finding nothing in them but good things, nothing in them but love. The intensity increased until it became almost unbearable and we exploded together in an orgasmic crash-landing onto the shipwreck of a bed, from a long way out in some form of space. We held each other tightly, drenched in sweat and shaking with emotion
— Irvine Welsh
Josè Arcadio felt himself lifted up into the air toward a state of seraphic inspiration, where his heart burst forth with an outpouring of tender obscenities that entered the girl through her ears and came out of her mouth translated into her language.
— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
It's a girl thing!
— Anthony T. Hincks
Clothes falling away signals a situation that I'll likely avoid putting into words. If clothes don't dress it up, don't expect talk to, either.
— Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist
I took one look at him, my mouth started watering and my panties moistened with thick fluid as if he had touched my sensation and made me instantaneously combust.
— Siva D, Doing the Damn Thang: Collection of Erotic Stories
Maybe they're not "real" orgasms, since they're always when I'm alone. It's like that question: If a tree falls in the woods and no one hears it, does it make a sound? Probably solo orgasms don't count if a boy isn't there to witness them. To cause them.
— Elana K. Arnold, What Girls Are Made Of
It's always easier to avoid temptation than to resist it.
— Randy Alcorn, The Purity Principle: God's Safeguards for Life's Dangerous Trails
You misquote me. It's NOT "Aah." It's "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
— Jock Camp, How To Suck Cock Deep
The value of a sex manual does not lie in its length or duration, but whether or not the problem it addresses works.
— Jock Camp, How To Suck Cock Deep
Their bodies glided together in trembling harmony. Heated skin, rhythmic panting, slamming heartbeats. They made love as if their lives depended on it. "Oh, God-Rohan!""Yes, Kate," he whispered raggedly in smitten agreement."Oh... my...""Surrender to me," he breathed against her lips.
— Gaelen Foley, My Dangerous Duke
We are [God's] by creation, and again by redemption. He has every right to tell me what to do with my mind and body. I have. I right to do whatever I want with my body.
— Randy Alcorn, The Purity Principle: God's Safeguards for Life's Dangerous Trails
Silently he had moved within her until deep inside she opened like a flower.
— Rachel Joyce, A Snow Garden and Other Stories
Why not say that the meaning and purpose of the sexual powers is pleasure? Certainly sex is pleasurable, but there is nothing distinctive about that. In various ways and degrees, the exercise of every voluntary power is pleasurable. It is pleasurable to eat, pleasurable to breath, even pleasurable to flex the muscles of the leg. The problem is that eating is pleasurable even if I am eating too much, breathing is pleasurable even if I am sniffing glue, flexing the muscles of the leg is pleasurable even if I am kicking the dog. For a criterion of when it is good to enjoy each pleasure, one must look beyond the fact that it is a pleasure. Consider an analogy between sex and eating. The purpose of eating is to take in nutrition, but eating is pleasurable, so suppose that we were to say that the purpose of eating is pleasure, too. Then it would seem that any way of eating that gives pleasure is good, whether it is suitable for nutrition or not. Certain ancient Romans are said to have thought this way. To prolong the pleasure of their feasts, they purged between courses. I hope it is not difficult to recognize that such behavior is disordered. The more general point I am trying to make is that although we find pleasure in exercising our sexual powers, pleasure is not their purpose; it only provides a motive for using these powers, and a dangerous one, too, which may at times conflict with their true purposes and steer us wrong. Besides, to think of pleasure as the purpose of intercourse is to treat our bodies merely as tools for sending agreeable sensations to our minds. They are of inestimably greater dignity than that, for they are part of what we are.
— J. Budziszewski, On the Meaning of Sex
The first objection is that it is rubbish to talk about natural meanings and purposes, because we merely imagine such things. According to the objector's way of thinking, meanings and purposes aren't natural—they aren't really in the things themselves—they are merely in the eye of the beholder. But is this true? Take the lungs, for example. When we say that their purpose is to oxygenate the blood, are we just making that up? Of course not. The purpose of oxygenation isn't in the eye of the beholder; it's in the design of the lungs themselves. There is no reason for us to have lungs apart from it. Suppose a young man is more interested in using his lungs to get high by sniffing glue. What would you think of me if I said, “That's interesting—I guess the purpose of my lungs is to oxygenate my blood, but the purpose of his lungs is to get high?” You'd think me a fool, and rightly so. By sniffing glue, he doesn't change the purpose built into his lungs, he only violates it. We can ascertain the purposes of the other features of our design in the same way. The purpose of the eyes is to see, the purpose of the heart is to pump blood, the purpose of the thumb is to oppose the fingers so as to grasp, the purpose of the capacity for anger is to protect endangered goods, and so on. If we can ascertain the meanings and purposes of all those other powers, there is no reason to think that we cannot ascertain the meanings and purposes of the sexual powers. Natural function and personal meaning are not alien to each other. They are connected. In a rightly ordered way of thinking, they turn out to be different angles of vision on the same thing.The second objection is that it doesn't make any difference even if we can ascertain the meanings or purposes of the sexual powers, because an is does not imply an ought. This dogma too is false. If the purpose of eyes is to see, then eyes that see well are good eyes, and eyes that see poorly are poor ones. Given their purpose, this is what it means for eyes to be good. Moreover, good is to be pursued; the appropriateness of pursuing it is what it means for anything to be good. Therefore, the appropriate thing to do with poor eyes is try to turn them into good ones. If it really were impossible to derive an ought from the is of the human design, then the practice of medicine would make no sense. Neither would the practice of health education. Consider the young glue-sniffer again. How should we advise him? Is the purpose of his lungs irrelevant? Should we say to him, “Sniff all you want, because an is does not imply an ought”? Of course not; we should advise him to kick the habit. We ought to respect the is of our design. Nothing in us should be put into action in a way that flouts its inbuilt meanings and purposes.
— J. Budziszewski, On the Meaning of Sex
What your body does is unrelated to your heart. Don't believe it. The same survey reports that hooking up commonly takes place when both participants are drinking or drunk, and it's not hard to guess the reason why: After a certain amount of this, you may need to get drunk to go through with it.
— J. Budziszewski, On the Meaning of Sex
Bren pulled me close and chuckled in my ear. "Damn, kid. Are you in trouble." That was bad enough. His next comment was worse. "Don't worry, Aric. Celia and I don't have sex as much as we used to.
— Cecy Robson, Sealed with a Curse
There's a lot of sex. But it isn't about sex.
— Peter Milligan, The Discipline, Volume One: The Seduction
Earlier today I had sex with a monkey and then roasted and ate it with a glass of choir boys' piss. I like to get in the mood.
— Peter Milligan, The Discipline, Volume One: The Seduction
if god is real, she put all of herself into this girl. she vowed to unleash a woman so violently herself, the sky would collapse every time she came to orgasm.
— Taylor Rhodes, moira: a ghost story
It smells of blood and honey, of sex and song.
— Kelly Sandoval, The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy 2015
When you honor your true inner desires, and don’t become sexually involved when you don’t really want it, you have the control of your love life and you are at peaceand harmony with yourself.
— Linda Alfiori, The Art of Loving Intelligently:Discover the Five Love Myths Hurting Women in America
In every age a general misdirection of what may be called sexual "taste"... [is] produce[d by the devil and his angels]. This they do bu working through the small circle of artists, dressmakers, actresses, and advertisers who determine the fashionable type. The aim is to guide each sex away from those members of the other with whom spiritually helpful, happy, and fertile marriages are most likely. Thus [they] have now for many centuries triumphed over nature to the extent of making certain secondary characteristics of the male (such as the beard) disagreeable to nearly all the females-and there is more in that than you might suppose. As regards the male taste [they] have varied a good deal. At one time [they] have directed it to the statuesque and aristocratic type of beauty, mixing men's vanity with their desires and encouraging the race to breed chiefly from the most arrogant and prodigal women. At another, [they] have selected an exaggeratedly feminine type, faint and languishing, so that folly and cowardice, and all the general falseness and littleness of mind which go with them, shall be at a premium. At present [they] are on the opposite tack. The age of jazz has succeeded the age of the waltz, and [they] now teach men to like women whose bodies are scarcely distinguishable from those of boys. Since this is a kind of beauty even more transitory than most, [they] thus aggravate the female's chronic horror of growing old (with many [successful] results) and render her less willing and less able to bear children. And that is not all. [They] have engineered a great increase in the license which society allows to the representation of the apparent nude (not the real nude) in art, and its exhibition on the stage or the bathing beach. It is all a fake, or course; the figures in the popular art are falsely drawn; the real women in bathing suits or tights are actually pinched in and propped up to make them to appear firmer and more slender and more boyish than nature allows a full-grown woman to be. Yet at the same time, the modern world is taught to believe that it is being "frank" and "healthy" and getting back to nature. As a result [they] are more and more directing the desires of men to something which does not exist-making the role of the eye in sexuality more and more important and at the same time making its demands more and more impossible.
— C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters
That was when I forgot how to breathe altogether.
— Robin Talley, Our Own Private Universe
I stare down into her eyes, smoky and glistening in the light stealing through the window. Eyes you can fall into and keep falling.She isn't the mother of my son, she isn't my wife, we haven't made a life together, but I love her all the same, and not jsut the version of Daniela that exists in my head, in my history. I love the physical woman underneath me in this bed here and now, wherever this is, because it's the same arrangement of matter--same eyes, same voice, same smell, same taste...It isn't married-people lovemaking that follows. We have fumbling, groping, backseat-of-the-car, unprotected-because-who-gives-a-fuck, protons-smashing-together sex.
— Blake Crouch, Dark Matter
Gentlemen,” the king called out, “and ladies, First Meal is getting cold.” Which was the cue for everyone to head back to the dining room and actually eat what had been only studiously ignored up until now. With Payne safe and at home, appetites were free to roam once more . . . although as God was his witness he was not going to think about what the hell that surgeon and his sister were no doubt about to get into. As he groaned, Jane tightened her arm around his waist. “Are you all right?” He glanced down at his shellan. “I don’t think my sister is old enough to have sex.” “V, she’s the same age you are.” He frowned for a moment. Was she? Or had he been born first? Yeah, only one place to go for the answer to that. Shit, he hadn’t even thought of his mother in all this. And now that he was . . . he had absolutely no desire or interest to pop up there and announce that Payne was doing great, fuck you very 
— J.R. Ward, Lover Unleashed
Cooking like a Michelin star chef without a recipe requires high intuition but only a little skill, a lot of imagination, and willingness to be curious and innovative.
— Baris Gencel
I think everyone is wounded in their sex,” I said. “I can’t think of one person who isn’t.
— André Aciman, Enigma Variations
I feel like you’re trying to convince me that we don’t need condoms, but fuck that. If you impregnate me, I’m going to devour “ you like a praying mantis.” I pin Zeph against the wall and kiss her hard, because her threatening to kill or mutilate me is always so hot.
— Gisele Walko, Cravings and Triggers
For what Luc was in fact proposing was just a game, an enticing game, but, even so, one that could destroy my undoubtedly quite genuine feelings for Bertrand; and it could destroy something else within me, something ill-defined but fiercely felt, which, whether I liked it or not, was opposed to transience. Or, at the very least, to the intentionally transient nature of what Luc what was offering. And then, even if I was able to conceive of any passion or liaison as being short-lived, I couldn't accept in advance that it had to be that way. Like any individual for whom life is a series of charades, I could bear the charades only if they were written by me, and by me alone.
— Françoise Sagan, A Certain Smile
Stop talking about “rape” and start talking about “sex”, and within a few decades India will attain the true mindset to prevent sexual assaults.
— Abhijit Naskar, Prescription: Treating India's Soul
The existence of strict moral principles has invariablysignified that the biological, and specifically the sexualneeds of man were not being satisfied. Every moral regulation is in itself sex-negating, and all compulsory morality is life-negating.
— Wilhelm Reich, The Sexual Revolution: Toward a Self-governing Character Structure
I...I haven’t done a lot of this.” His cheeks flushed pink and my eyes widened. “I mean, I’ve done some stuff, but not a lot. I haven’t...had sex.”For the longest moment I couldn’t respond. All I could do was stare at him. “You’re a virgin?”One side of his lips kicked up. “Yeah. You sound surprised.”“I am. I thought... I don’t know. You were with...Paige. I just assumed you had sex before.”“That would be a negative,” he replied, picking up my hand. “You’re looking at me like you don’t understand how it’s possible.”He could really read minds.“It’s gotten close, but I just never— I haven’t wanted to go that far.” He shrugged a bare shoulder.“I haven’t done it, either,” I blurted out. “I mean, that’s super obvious since...you’re the first boy I’ve kissed, but yeah, I don’t even know...what I’m saying and I’m just going to shut up.”Rider chuckled. “Don’t. I love it when you ramble.”“Only you would enjoy that.” I curled my fingers through his. “Do you want to...go that far with me?”His lashes swept up and his eyes, with their greenish flecks, met mine. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. Someday.”Warmth swept across my cheeks as I whispered, “I...I want that, too. Someday.”The dimple in his right cheek appeared. “Then we’re on the same page.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever
To some extent, emotions are universal and can be treated that way; no matter what the participants’ orientation or preference, they have sex for the same reasons and can experience the same array of emotions in the process. But there are three important distinctions to be made: 1. The logistics of physiology 2. The basics of sexual attraction 3. Cultural impact on character and situation
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
Lipstick never lasted long when they were together; he would always kiss her after she had applied it, as if he liked the smearing viscous sensation. Sometimes she felt sure it was discomposing her that he enjoyed.
— Sarah Hall, The Beautiful Indifference: Stories
Men have external genitalia, while women have internal genitalia. This simple difference makes a lot of difference in how they write about themselves—and how you might write about your characters. Male writers don’t often address internal sensation in a character, because they don’t experience it (and probably often don’t realize consciously that it’s there). This accounts for a lot of Really Terrible sex scenes written by men (if you look at the “Bad Sex-Scene Awards” in any given year, you’ll see that the vast majority are done by male writers).
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
There’s a little trick called the Rule of Three: if you use any three of the five senses, it will make the scene immediately three-dimensional.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
Good sex scene is about the exchange of emotions, not bodily fluids
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
If you can’t look a line of dialogue in the face and say exactly why it’s there—take it out or change it.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
...After you have done everything to please a man and he's taken his pleasure with you, all you are for him is a whore, and a whore's daughter.
— Pierre Louÿs, Three Naughty French Novels
Don’t go overboard in avoiding “said.” Basically, “said” is the default for dialogue, and a good thing, too; it’s an invisible word that doesn’t draw attention to itself.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
Greg had told me on the ride over that there was another organisation called SLAA, which stood for Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous. He didn’t know the difference between the two, but this was more conveniently located, and anyway love wasn’t his addiction.
— Drew Nellins Smith, Arcade
You want to anchor the scene with physical details, but by and large it’s better to use sensual details rather than overtly sexual ones.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
When you got right down to it, my dick was the one organ that hadn’t presented itself to my consciousness through pain, only pleasure. Modest but robust, it had always served me faithfully. Or, you could argue, I had served it – if so, its yoke had been easy. It never gave me orders. It sometimes encouraged me to get out more, but it encouraged me humbly, without bitterness or anger. This past evening, I knew, it had interceded on Myriam’s behalf. It had always enjoyed good relations with Myriam, Myriam had always treated it with affection and respect, and this had given me an enormous amount of pleasure. And sources of pleasure were hard to come by. In the end, my dick was all I had.
— Michel Houellebecq, Soumission
It’s not what’s happened or what’s about to happen
—  what’s important is the sense of emotional uncertainty between the characters and the delicacy of the mutual trust being established.
You don’t need to know the purpose as you write, but when you read over something you’ve written, you should be able to point to any given element—be that a line of dialogue, a descriptive phrase, a plot point—and say why it’s there.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
If you're adult enough to have sex, you're adult enough to talk about your feelings.
— Carter Quinn, Fire & Rain
They were looking at videos, and the woman was giggling quietly, as they often do in porn stores, unable to believe what they’re seeing, the monuments men have built to vaginas and to the very notion of sex.
— Drew Nellins Smith, Arcade
As a rule of thumb, four consecutive lines of dialogue is about as much as you want to have without a tag.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
Don’t let characters talk pointlessly—they only talk if there’s something to say.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
Dialogue doesn’t take place in a vacuum. Dialogue is contradictory, in that it can either speed up or slow down a passage.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
Pointing out the emotion in a scene is like laughing at your own jokes.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
If there’s true emotional content in a situation between characters, all you do is reveal it.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
Watch a good movie sometime without reference to what’s happening but only with attention to how it was photographed; you’ll see the change of focus—zoom in, pan out, close-up on face, fade to black, open from above—easily. You want to do that in what you write; it’s one of the things that keep people’s eyes on the page, though they’re almost never conscious of it.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
Just as an effective advertisement or page layout includes a lot of white space, a powerful scene requires immense restraint. Show things as simply as possible.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
Jamie’s viewpoint is expressed almost entirely in metaphor: If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle. He’s using physical language, but he isn’t talking about the physical details of the situation. Claire alludes to her emotion and shows it by her actions, but Jamie is thinking directly in pure emotions.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
For a different woman, a different relationship, a different situation, gentleness might have been the proper, the only approach—but not for this woman, in these circumstances. The only thing that will cleanse Claire (and reassure her: look at what she says at the end of it. She feels safe again, having felt the power and violence in him) is violence. And—the most important point here—Jamie pays attention to what she wants, rather than proceeding with his own notion of how it should be, even though it’s a sensible notion and the one most people would have.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
This is why you use imagery when writing about sex
—  it’s a means both of evoking immediacy and of distilling emotion.
One of the general patterns of good (i.e., striking and memorable) writing is the effect of repetition. If you use a certain element—a plot device, an image, a noticeable phrase—once, readers may or may not notice it consciously, but it doesn’t disturb the flow of their reading. If you use that element twice, they won’t notice it consciously—but they will notice it subconsciously, and it will add to the resonance of the writing or to their sense of depth and involvement (and if it’s a plot device, it will heighten the dramatic tension). But if you use that element three times, everybody will notice it the third time you do it.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
Almost everybody understands that you have to have something at stake for a story to be good.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
Okay. This has to be a credible threat. Ergo, we have to have seen (and heard about) the real damage Randall has done to Jamie thus far; we have to be in no doubt whatever that he’d do real damage to Claire. We can’t just say, “Oh, he’s such a nasty person, you wouldn’t believe…” We have to believe, and therefore appreciate, just what Jamie is doing when he trades what’s left of his life for Claire’s.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
But it wouldn’t have half the power of a story in which Jamie and Claire truly conquer real evil and thus show what real love is. Real love has real costs—and they’re worth it. I’ve always said all my books have a shape, and Outlander’s internal geometry consists of three slightly overlapping triangles. The apex of each triangle is one of the three emotional climaxes of the book: 1) when Claire makes her wrenching choice at the stones and stays with Jamie, 2) when she saves Jamie from Wentworth, and 3) when she saves his soul at the abbey. It would still be a good story if I’d had only 1 and 2—but (see above), the Rule of Three. A story that goes one, two, three, has a lot more impact than just a one–two punch.
— Diana Gabaldon, "I Give You My Body . . .": How I Write Sex Scenes
He was a romantic, a poet, a lover, a friend, and a freak. Someone to be turned on by and disgusted with in the same breath. He filled her with emotion. Whether it was the sensation of an orgasm or the comfort of someone who listen to her, this experience indulged all her pleasurable senses with little to no conflict. It was heaven, it was ecstasy, but it wasn't real.
— Norian F. Love, Seduction: A Money, Power & Sex Story
The natural heat, say the good-fellows,first seats itself in the feet: that concerns infancy; thence it mounts into the middleregion, where it makes a long abode and produces, in my opinion, the sole true pleasures of human life; all other pleasures in comparison sleep; towards the end, like a vapor that still mounts upward, it arrives at the throat, where it makes its final residence, and concludes the progress.
— Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays
Lucas, I never wanted children. I just want to be CEO. I want money, power, and on occasion, sex
— Norian F. Love, Money, Power & Sex: A Love Story
All men are dogs, Nichelle, and if you don’t feed your dog, you can’t be surprised when he’s in the neighbor’s trash looking for food.
— Norian F. Love, Money, Power & Sex: A Love Story
In order to understand the intensity of ritual forms, one must rid oneself of the idea that all happiness derives from nature, and all pleasure from the satisfaction of a desire. On the contrary, games, the sphere of play, reveal a passion for rules, a giddiness born of rules, and a force that comes from ceremony, and not desire.
— Jean Baudrillard, Seduction
Many seasoned porn whores develop an ability to check out at will. The girl, on her back has unlit vacancy signs where her eyes once were.
— Tyler Knight, Burn My Shadow: A Selective Memory of an X-Rated Life
If someone asked me if I liked him, Yes!If someone asked me if it was love, Jeez, no!Being offered sex with him, I’d say ‘hell, yeah!’.
— Kavipriya Moorthy, Dirty Martini
My cock actually sort of staggers like a punch-drunk boxer who doesn’t know when to stay down.
— Alexis  Hall
Do not seduce yourself to temporary person, as you may aware that people doesn't have much time to remember that feeling which you were shared.
— Anuj Kr. Thakur
If a woman becomes more dominating on her husband, he may not be as playful in bed as he could be otherwise.
— Girdhar Joshi, Some Mistakes Have No Pardon
A woman has to ignite the spark. Rest the nature will take care. …He will lose the match and you will win.
— Girdhar Joshi, Some Mistakes Have No Pardon
There they are. Two girls built like pagan fertility dolls, resting on their haunches, caked from head-toe in the multi-shaded come of every man who gave his offering before me
— Tyler Knight, Burn My Shadow: A Selective Memory of an X-Rated Life
Viagra, Valtrex, Valium... you fuck enough strangers, you're taking a blue pill with a "V" on it.
— Tyler Knight, Burn My Shadow: A Selective Memory of an X-Rated Life
Is it that we pretend to a reformation? Truly, no: but it may be we are more addicted to Venus than our fathers were. They are two exercises that thwart and hinder one another in their vigor. Lechery weakens our stomach on the one side; and on the other sobriety renders us more spruce and amorous for the exercise of love.
— Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays
Listening to Beethoven also is sensuality, but when you have said 'sex' you have said all. A man who can give up sex can give up Beethoven.
— Nanavira Thera
I’d never heard my parents make love. If they made love, they did it silently, like bank robbers, like surgeons.
— Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen
She wanted a fucking cock... she wanted sex look in her eyes... you see that... look how she looks at you?
— Deyth Banger, The Life Of One Kid 2
Look at you Infidelity”, shaking his head in frustration. “I’m not sure if your choice of drug is passion, the thrill of the affair or the man himself, but there is a void you are trying to have us fulfill in your life and you are hooked! The secrets, the lies, the lame attempts to quit sleeping around…the isolation; don’t you get it? YOU LOVE INFIDELITY!"- Loving Infidelity
— Taylor Marie, Loving Infidelity
Good sex is about knowing each other's deepest and kinkiest desires.
— Abhijit Naskar, Either Civilized or Phobic: A Treatise on Homosexuality
O woman, thou art my imperfection!
— Pawan Mishra, Coinman: An Untold Conspiracy
Flirting is the promise of sex with no guarantee. A successful brand, then, is the promise and guarantee of a mind shattering experience each and every time.
— Keith Ferrazzi, Never Eat Alone: And Other Secrets to Success, One Relationship at a Time
Wow,” Wesley said. We were lying in his bed only a few minutes after we’d finished, with a foot or more space between our bodies. “I definitely wasn’t expecting that.”God, he ruined everything when he talked. Annoyed, and still wading through the emotional repercussions, I sneered. “What? Ashamed that you screwed the Duff?”“No.” I was surprised by how serious he sounded. “I’m never ashamed of anyone I sleep with. Sex is a natural chemical reaction. It always happens for a reason. Who am I to dictate who experiences the joy of sharing my bed?” He didn’t see me roll my eyes as he continued. “No, I just meant that I’m shocked. I was honestly starting to believe that you hated me.”“I do hate you,” I assured him, kicking off the covers and moving to pick up my clothes.“You must not hate me too much,” Wesley said, rolling onto his elbow and watching me dress. “You did pretty much throw yourself at me. Generally, hatred doesn’t inspire that kind of passion.”I pulled on my T-shirt. “Believe me, Wesley, I definitely hate you. I was just using you. You use people all the time, so I’m sure you understand.” I buttoned my jeans and grabbed my alligator clip from the nightstand. “This was fun, but if you ever tell anyone, I swear I’ll castrate you.
— Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
I looked at him, into his warm gray eyes, and suddenly understood what he was trying to tell me. The message hidden beneath the 
— Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
Getting even… Why do we want it in the first place? Is it a question of honor, nothing but an attempt to teach other people not to mess with us, or something else?Or… maybe it is just our way to make everything right when the Universe fails to do so.Our way to make the world right itself.
— Gina Wings, Secrets of a Perfect Hair Color: Adventures of an Urban Woman
There is no such thing as “vaginal orgasm” vs. “clitoral orgasm”. The entire ring of tissues that surrounds the vaginal opening is connected to the clitoris by nerves and blood vessels. Ultimately all these tissues together are responsible for the female orgasm. This entire erogenous zone is often referred to as the “ring of fire”.
— Abhijit Naskar
Sometimes you made love to a man because you wanted your body to feel something other than the aches and pains of use. Sometimes you made love to man because he looked so good that you wanted to try him on. Sometimes you made love to a man because he fathered your children, he made you a home, he loved you, and he staunched the parts of you that were always bleeding. Sometimes you made love to a man because you felt split in two, and joining with him pulled you back together.
— Erika Swyler, The Mermaid Girl: A Story
If a man brags about his sex life he's a stud, but if a woman brags about her sex life she's a slut.
— Anthony Liccione
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Sex is in everything. All our novels, songs, films, all the stuff in the name of entertainment is nothing but marketing of sex in multiple and disguised forms.
— Girdhar Joshi, Some Mistakes Have No Pardon
Men think it is philanthropy to give away sex.
— Girdhar Joshi, Some Mistakes Have No Pardon
When the two become the oneAnd the inside outside, the outside inSo that the male be not male nor the female femaleThen will you see me.
— Wesley Stace