c2p-cmd/Good-Quotes-Authors huggingface dataset:
Like the psychological model outlined above, the psychiatric understanding of ’organised paedophilia’ is a framework that is focused primarily on individual psychological factors and overlooks the role of violence in criminal groups and the contexts in which such groups emerge. The underlying assumption of literature on ‘organised paedophilia’ is that members of sexually abusive groups are motivated by a pathological sexual interest in children but this does not accord with evidence that suggests that abusive groups can simultaneously abuse children and women. It is increasingly recognised that sexual offenders may not specialise in one particular victim category, and a significant proportion of child sexual abusers have also offended against adults (Cann et al. 2007, Heil et al. 2003). Furthermore, many of the behaviours of abusive groups appear to be designed to elicit fear and pain from the victim rather than to generate sexual pleasure for the perpetrator per se., are not mutually exclusive, but there is a sadistic dimension to organised abuse that is not explicable as ‘paedophilic’. A survivor of organised abuse from Belgium, Regina Louf, made this point clearly when she said: I find the expression ‘paedophile network’ misleading. For me paedophiles are those men who go to playgrounds or swimming pools, priests…I certainly don't want to exonerate them, but I would rather have paedophiles than the types we were involved with. There were men who never touched the children. Whether you were five, ten, or fifteen didn’t matter. What mattered to them was sex, power, experience. To do things they would never have tried with their own wives. Among them were some real sadists. (Louf quoted in Bulte and de Conick 1998) A credible theoretical account of organised abuse must necessarily (a) account for the available empirical evidence of organised abuse, (b) address the complex patterns of abuse and violence evident in sexually abusive groups, and (c) explain the ways in which sexually abusive groups form in a range of contexts, including families and institutions.
— Michael Salter, Organised  Sexual Abuse
No matter where you go, there you are!
— Coleen Singer
All my life I wanted to go to bed with an American, and now I had, and I'm beginning to see why people don't do it more often.
— Nick Hornby, High Fidelity
You see, the penis, it's so graceless, wouldn't you agree? When it's cold and shrivelled up, it looks like W.H. Auden in his old age; when it's hot, it flops and dangles about in a ridiculous way; when it's excited, it looks so pained and earnest you'd think it was going to burst into tears. And the scrotum! To think that something so vital to the survival of the species, fully responsible for 50 per cent of the ingredients--though none of the work--should hang freely from the body in a tiny, defenceless bag of skin. One whack, one bite, one paw-scratch--and it's just the right level, too, for your average animal, a dog, a lion, a sabre-tooth tiger--and that's it, end of story. Don't you think it should get better protection? Behind some bone, for example, like us? What could be better than our nicely tapered entrance? It's discreet and stylish, everything is cleverly and compactly encased in the body, with nothing hanging out within easy reach of a closing subway door, there's a neat triangle of hair above it, like a road sign, should you lose your way--it's perfect. The penis is just such a lousy design. It's pre-Scandinavian. Pre-Bauhaus, even.
— Yann Martel, Self
Her room was warm and lightsome. A huge doll sat with her legs apart in the copious easy-chair beside the bed. He tried to bid his tongue speak that he might seem at ease, watching her as she undid her gown, noting the proud conscious movements of her perfumed head.As he stood silent in the middle of the room she came over to him and embraced him gaily and gravely. Her round arms held him firmly to her and he, seeing her face lifted to him in serious calm and feeling the warm calm rise and fall of her breast, all but burst into hysterical weeping. Tears of joy and relief shone in his delighted eyes and his lips parted though they would not speak.She passed her tinkling hand through his hair, calling him a little rascal.—Give me a kiss, she said.His lips would not bend to kiss her. He wanted to be held firmly in her arms, to be caressed slowly, slowly, slowly. In her arms he felt that he had suddenly become strong and fearless and sure of himself. But his lips would not bend to kiss her.With a sudden movement she bowed his head and joined her lips to his and he read the meaning of her movements in her frank uplifted eyes. It was too much for him. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips. They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour.
— James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
I always give books. And I always ask for books. I think you should reward people sexually for getting you books. Don’t send a thank-you note, repay them with sexual activity. If the book is rare or by your favorite author or one you didn't know about, reward them with the most perverted sex act you can think of. Otherwise, you can just make out.
— John Waters
This love is hard core. Let's make it soft porn.
— Arzum Uzun
If you 're serious about getting it on again, be sure to give me some advance notice, so I can grab my appointment calendar and block out three minutes.
— Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Natural Born Charmer
Nothing spices up one's sex life like having a partner.
— Jacob M. Appel, Scouting for the Reaper
Whatever the mind can conceive it can achieve
—  I can CREATE whatever I can IMAGINE!
Dev?" This time, she got a grunt. Smiling, she pressed her lips to his jaw, loving the roughness under her lips. "I like sex."She saw the edge of a smile, and it made her own lips curve. "I really like it." Rubbing her heel over the back of his leg, she ran her hand down his muscled arm, wanting only to touch him. "When can we do it again?"He sounded like he was chocking as he said, "You're not acting like a Psy.""Maybe if they tried sex with you, the others would change their minds, too.
— Nalini Singh, Blaze of Memory
You ought to go to a boy's school sometime. Try it sometime," I said. "It's full of phonies, and all you do is study so that you can learn enough to be smart enough to be able to buy a goddam Cadillac some day, and you have to keep making believe you give a damn if the football team loses, and all you do is talk about girls and liquor and sex all day, and everybody sticks together in these dirty little goddam cliques.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
When I was done raking and bagging, I banged on the door and demanded entry /...let me in by the hair on your chinny, chin-chin/ (a fairytale moment there) Dick opened it and in his posthest voice, said that before he could possibly consider letting me re-cross the threshold he needed to ask me whether I was a good f*cking fairy or a bad f*cking fairy? Grinning, I told him that I was very wicked fairy and if he had a wand about his person that I could have lend of, I would prove it. He said that was the right answer and promptly yanked me inside where he located and presented me with his wand, breathily ordering the sorcerer's apprentice to perform magic with it. Judging by the look on his face afterwards, I knew I'd impressed him with my oral sorcery and I was more than happy with the short-lifting sorcery Shane performed on me as the same time.
— Gillibran Brown, Fun With Dick and Shane
It galls me that seeking out the seedy, the sordid, the sexual, and the deviant is the expected (if not altogether acceptable) behavior of male writers; it would surely benefit me, as a writer, if I had the courage to seek out more of the seedy, the sordid, the sexual, and the deviant myself. But women who seek out such things are made to feel ashamed, or else they sound stridently ridiculous in defending themselves -- as if they're bragging. ... Yet there are subjects that remain off-limits for women writers. It's not unlike that dichotomy which exists regarding one's sexual past: it is permissible, even attractive, for a man to have had one, but if a woman has had a sexual past, she'd better keep quiet about it.
— John Irving, A Widow for One Year
The initial journey towards sobriety is a delicate balance between insight into one's desire for escape and abstinence from one's addiction.
— Debra L. Kaplan, For Love and Money Exploring Sexual & Financial Betrayal in Relationships
The truth is that, when it comes to sex, selfishness is pretty typical with guys.""Great. How infinitely comfor
— Claire Kent, Escorted
When sex and money are fused in the service of exploitation, the two create an even more destructive form of rage of a type often exhibited in narcissistic and potentially psychopathic populations.
— Debra L. Kaplan
Never loved the taste of someone before baby, but with you, I would willingly drown in it.  I’m going to devour you Tessa, from the inside out, and you’re going to come so many times that you’ll forget there even was anyone before.  Focus on us babe.  You and me together is all that will ever matter.
— Ella Fox, Picture Perfect
Has something happened to upset you today?”“Yeah, I had an argument with a vacuum cleaner hose, it wanted me to it a blowjob, but I refused so it took offence. It claimed I blew everyone else's attachment and it wasn't fair.
— Gillibran Brown, Fun With Dick and Shane
Sex doesn't satisfy for a lifetime, the more you have it, the more you want it. And the more you have it, the more you die out.
— Michael Bassey Johnson
Tristan looked at me with pleading eyes, as though he could forget for one moment how I was programmed to respond to him—how even now upon hearing his confession, I wanted nothing more than to suck his beautiful cock to fulfillment, to straddle him right here on the edge of this roof, to let him fuck every orifice he’d created on my body. I fought back the feelings of lust, wondering if I’d ever truly be myself again, if I’d ever be free of the programming.
— A. Violet End, The Billionaire Who Atoned to Me
It should not be a surprise to find that s/m fantasy is significant in women's sex lives. Women may be born free but they are born into a system of subordination. We are not born into equality and do not have equality to eroticise. We are not born into power and do not have power to eroticise. We are born into subordination and it is in subordination that we learn our sexual and emotional responses. It would be surprising indeed if any woman reared under male supremacy was able to escape the forces constructing her into a member of an inferior slave class.
— Sheila Jeffreys, Anticlimax: A Feminist Perspective on the Sexual Revolution
It had a sort of a head on it, like a mushroom, and its color was reddish purple. It looked blunt and stupid, compared, say, to fingers and toes with their intelligent expressiveness, or even to an elbow or a knee.
— Alice Munro, Lives of Girls and Women
Remove God from the world of ideas. Remove government, politics from society. Keep sex, humor, utilities. Let private property go.
— John Cage, M: Writings '67-'72
This beautiful body, sweetness?  It’s made for pleasure.  It’s singing to me, telling me what it wants and needs.  Those other idiots you were with weren’t fuckin listening.
— Ella Fox, Picture Perfect
A flat tire is like a bad attitude, you won't go anywhere until you change it.
— Winston Brown, Nomad
Ian nodded his approval. “I've always liked a woman that understood the value of getting out of my bed just as quick as she'd jumped in it.
— Rose Wynters, Voluptuous Vindication
The Genie declared that in his time and place there were scientists of the passions who maintained that language itself, on the one hand, originated in 'infantile pregenital erotic exuberance, polymorphously perverse,' and that conscious attention, on the other, was a 'libidinal hypercathexis' -- by which magic phrases they seemed to mean that writing and reading, or telling and listening, were literally ways of making love.
— John Barth, Chimera
Lunch looks grand, Meg. You’ve really outdone yourself,” James commented, loading his plate. He frowned down at an escaping carrot extending precariously over the plate edge andeased it back with his fingertip, then grunted and promptly stuck the burnt digit in his mouth. “I’ve been trying to eat better, organic and all. Are these vegetables free range?” he asked with a straight face.The table fell silent as several sets of eyes blinked owlishly back at him. With an equally straight face Beth speared a roasted wedge and studied it. “I don’t think potatoes require muchgrazing room, genius,” she deadpanned.
— Shannon MacLeod, The Gypsy Ribbon: Suit of Wands
My stomach flipped. I stopped. This guy was trending in my mind big time.
— Luella Christie, Roxy Ray
you can tell a lot about a person how they view sex….
— Turcois Ominek
And then . . . we’re going to get in my car.”I waited for him to elaborate on a destination. “And?”He gently kissed the nape of my neck. “What do you think?”I couldn’t help a small gasp of delight. “Oh, wow.”“I know, right? I was racking my brain for the best present ever, and then I realized that nothing was going to rock your world more than you and me in your favorite place in the entire world.”I swallowed. “I’m kind of embarrassed at how excited I am about that.” Never had I guessed my love of cars would play a role in my sex life. Eddie was right. Something had happened to me.“It’s okay, Sage. We’ve all got our turn-ons.”“You kind of ruined the surprise, though.”“Nah. It’s part of the gift: you getting to think about it for the next three days.
— Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart
Except, now that I don’t have a car, I can’t really make good on my birthday promise.” Sydney thought about it for several moments. “Well. I’ve got a car.”An hour later, I vowed I’d never make fun of that Mazda again.
— Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart
If it was possible for two people to make sparks, simply by connecting at their lips, I would think we would have been a firework display in the dark.
— Kristen Hope Mazzola, Crashing Back Down
Homophobia is the ignorant and arrogant assumption that copulation and reproduction is all there is to a relationship.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana, Divided & Conquered
Joy is not a substitute for sex
—  sex is very often a substitute for Joy. I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for Joy.
Gone now was the tease. Gone was the lesson on the how's and why's. Now came the need…The need to finish, the need to come, and the need to be part of the other person.
— Ella Frank, Try
You're aunt's just--what is it--down the hall. You know damn well this place isn't soundproofed.""You'll just have to be quiet." He gave her ribs a deliberate tickle that made her jump and yelp. "Or not.""Didn't I bang you already today, twice this morning?""Darling Eve, you're a pathetic romantic.
— J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death
A troupe learns to play like we all learn to screw, stumbling and jostling until everything's finally in the right place.
— Scott Lynch, The Republic of Thieves
The thought of youbeing with someone else isliterally killing me.And you couldn’t care less. BecauseI am just one of the writhing bodiesthat ruined your bed sheets.
— Sade Andria Zabala
Exploration of her body will open the doors to pleasuring her in ways she has yet to experience.
— Stephan Labossiere, How to Get A Married Woman to Have Sex With You... If You're Her Husband
A salary is, to a man's employer, what his wife's vagina is to his wife: a tool used to (1) reward; and (2) control him.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana, Divided & Conquered
I used to dream of true love; now I'm open to false, but convincing....
— Jacob M. Appel
I used to arch my back for boys who couldn’t even remember the color of my bedsheets.But you, however, made me turnover the arch on my mouth.
— Sade Andria Zabala
How many of us readers say this quote and mean it. "If I knew what I know now life would be different"....
— Robert   Reed
The feelings in love and the orgasm in sex are the supernatural powers inside every one of us.
— M.F. Moonzajer
...although the reason for the existence of women is obvious enough, nobody has any real idea what point there is in being a man. Men have however, made many attempts to justify their existence.
— Steve Jones, The Language of Genes
Sex swims in marriage, while sex sinks in sin of being single.
— Anthony Liccione
Looking at what 'foreplay' is, 'sexual intercourse' is a game.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana, Divided & Conquered
The meaning of sex is illustrated by two eponymous heroes of British history, King Edward VII (who flourished in the years before the First World War) and the King Edward variety of potato which has fed the British working class for almost as long). The potato, unlike the royal family, reproduces asexually. Every King Edward potato is identical to every other and each on has the same set of genes as the hoary ancestor of all potatoes bearing that name. This is convenient for the farmer and the grocer, which is why sex is not encouraged among potatoes.
— Steve Jones, The Language of Genes
A civilized woman's demands: A man who will (1) make her come … sometimes
—  but (2) pay the bills … at all times.
To conquer your biology, stop seeing people sexually and start seeing them as family. In our day, we have really a perverted notion where it's like strangers and potential sexual objects.
— Mark Driscoll
Leonora is the grownups’ version of Cinderella. She doesn’t take crap from any ugly stepsisters. She doesn’t sit indoors waiting to be rescued by prince charming. Oh, no, she rescues prince charming, Florestan, who’s locked up in a dungeon by his archenemy, Pizarro. Cinderella was fun when we were little girls, played with dolls and believed in passive fairytales. Now that we’re grown women who play with toys, it’s only fit to believe in active fairytales.
— Luella Christie, Nana Joop
As common as unplanned sex. As uncommon as a planned child.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana, Divided & Conquered
Singles, fornicating is an internship for adultery.
— Mark Driscoll
You can fuck anyone but when it comes to making love your virtue will be questioned.
— Ankur singh yadav
Biologists have an adolescent fascination with sex. Like teenagers they are embarrassed by the subject because of their ignorance.
— Steve Jones, The Language of Genes
I push back against him, meeting his forceful pounds with my eager pu*sy. Riding the razors edge of climactic heaven.
— S.K. Logsdon, Forever Attraction
Sex must be important as it is so expensive.
— Steve Jones, The Language of Genes
Part of the fruit of the Spirit is self-control. Once you get married, however, a good defense is frequency and freedom.
— Mark Driscoll
A great deal of thought must be given to your daughter's marriage. Otherwise, she will simply slink off like a cat on a dark night to be fertilized under a bush to God knows whom!
— J.G. Farrell, The Singapore Grip
I just want mind-boggling sex tonight, but I don’t think you can beat my vibrator.
— Anna Bayes, Snug Fit
Sex should be about mutual enjoyment, connection, the borrowing from another’s fire at a moment when you want it most.
— Alessandra Torre, Sex Love Repeat
The porn films are not about sex. Sex is airbrushed and digitally washed out of the films. There is no acting because none of the women are permitted to have what amounts to a personality. The one emotion they are allowed to display is an unquenchable desire to satisfy men, especially if that desire involves the women’s physical and emotional degradation. The lightning in the films is harsh and clinical. Pubic hair is shaved off to give the women the look of young girls or rubber dolls. Porn, which advertises itself as sex, is a bizarre, bleached pantomime of sex. The acts onscreen are beyond human endurance. The scenarios are absurd. The manicured and groomed bodies, the huge artificial breasts, the pouting oversized lips, the erections that never go down, and the sculpted bodies are unreal. Makeup and production mask blemishes. There are no beads of sweat, no wrinkle lines, no human imperfections. Sex is reduced to a narrow spectrum of sterilized dimensions. It does not include the dank smell of human bodies, the thump of a pulse, taste, breath—or tenderness. Those in films are puppets, packaged female commodities. They have no honest emotion, are devoid of authentic human beauty, and resemble plastic. Pornography does not promote sex, if one defines sex as a shared act between two partners. It promotes masturbation. It promotes the solitary auto-arousal that precludes intimacy and love. Pornography is about getting yourself off at someone else’s expense.
— Chris Hedges, Empire of Illusion: The End of Literacy and the Triumph of Spectacle
The moment her hymen was plucked from her body in the wilderness, Her soul was taken from sanity.
— Roman Payne
I'm sorry," he muttered. "If I... uh, hurt your feelings or something." She glared at him. "I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated." His head snapped back on his spine. Well... then. Okaaaaay.
— J.R. Ward
I missed talking to you, and playing with you, and touching you, and seeing you smile. I missed just … sitting next to you. I’ve never missed anyone or anything that much
— Mila Ferrera, Spiral
There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something without a shape or name. I remember that yearning, and was never the same as the hands that were on us there and then, in the small of the back, or out back, in the parking lot, or in the television room with the sound turned down and only the pictures flickering over lifting flesh. We yearned for the future How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?
— Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
Porn is now so deeply embedded in our culture that it has become synonymous with sex to such a point that to criticize porn is to get slapped with the label anti-sex.…But what if you are a feminist who is pro-sex in the real sense of the word, pro that wonderful, fun, and deliciously creative force that bathes the body in delight and pleasure, and what you are actually against is porn sex? A kind of sex that is debased, dehumanized, formulaic, and generic, a kind of sex not based on individual fantasy, play, or imagination, but one that is the result of an industrial product created by those who get excited not by bodily contact but by market penetration and profits? Where, then, do you fit in the pro-sex, anti-sex dichotomy when pro-porn equals pro-sex?
— Gail Dines, Pornland: How Porn Has Hijacked Our Sexuality
It's simple: Women who pick at their food hate sex. Women who suck the meat off of lobster claws, order (and finish) dessert- these are the women who are going to rip your clothes off and come back for seconds.
— Elizabeth Bard, Lunch in Paris: A Love Story, with Recipes
I had always dreamed of being a professional escort but never thought that there was any real money in it.
— Chelsea Handler, My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands
It had to unleash some invisible magic, he thought; Hades and Persephone, joining together again within these black and holy stone walls, for the first time in millennia. As they indulged in enjoying one another, how could they not be reactivating some power within the Earth itself? Surely they were at least bringing autumn storm clouds rolling and thundering over the Mediterranean.But probably every boy felt that way when finally in bed caressing the girl he loved.
— Molly Ringle, Persephone's Orchard
Early moralists who believed that taking too much pleasure at the table led inexorably to bad character-or worse, to sex-were (in the best-case scenario, anyway) absolutely right.
— Anthony Bourdain, The Nasty Bits: Collected Varietal Cuts, Usable Trim, Scraps, and Bones
Ben hid a wince behind his hand, trying very hard not to think of seventy-year-old Ellie Verstgard rolling around with Mr. Wenner. Despite his best resistance, the image scrolled across his brain and took some of his love for the world with it.
— Victoria Dahl, Talk Me Down
How do you know she had sex?” Dallas asks.“Every time a penis touches Britain, I receive a telepathic notification.”“Oh,” Dallas says with a straight face. “Well that explains a lot.
— Iris Blaire, Dark Frame
Niko popped a spare slice of bacon in his mouth, chewing it up contentedly. “I hate being a soul, being dead. You know what I hate most about it?”“No sex?” Sophie guessed.“That’s what I hate second most about it. No, what I hate most is—”“That you can’t lie,” Adrian cut in.Niko lifted his eyebrows at him, impressed. “You do know me. Exactly right.”“And no bacon,” Freya added.
— Molly Ringle, Persephone's Orchard
A man's body is like a circus. You can swing off his trapeze arms, lay your head on thighs like fresh-blown balloons while his cock performs tricks, soft to hard, a burst like a cannon if you treat him right.
— Bojan Veljanov
It's unnerving how you fit in the basin of my thighs.
— Audrey Rey
I wonder why I ever bothered with sex, he thought; there’s nothing in this breathing world so gratifying as an artfully placed semicolon.
— Camille Desmoulins
He met each newly exposed piece of flesh with a tender kiss, remembering how he’d dreamed of doing exactly this on the very first night he’d seen her.
— Nicki Elson, Hans & Greta: a Twisted Fairy Tale Novella
You're the only kick-ass general I know who needs three gay boys to dress him, John.""But I only need one gay boy to undress me.
— Sarah Black, The General and the Elephant Clock of Al-Jazari
A crowd of men stood in front of them. Of all ages, with expressions of sex-wonder in their eyes, gazing curiously as men who cannot solve a mystery that populates graveyards and through the ages has sent poets, popes, kings and fools to the junk heap.
— Jim Tully, Circus Parade
Life is like a dry handjob. Just when it starts getting good, it’s already over.
— Jayme K., Disorderly
thighs made of hymns, I read 'em like I'm reading runes. Now tell me where my future lies...your neck, can I Savion on it?
— Brandi L. Bates
I have a bad habit of dropping verbal pellets to get a reaction, like Ursula LeGuin’s “A novelist’s business is lying” (that particular one got a lot of attention on Facebook), or, “Why is it that Christians hate the word ‘sex’?
— Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations
If reconciling your feminist values with your sexual preferences is something you’re struggling with, don’t panic. But try to believe what I’m about to tell you, because it’s true: It’s healthy to want and seek pleasure. It’s generous and kind to want to make your sexual partner(s) feel good. You should do stuff with someone because you want to, not because they expect or feel entitled to it, and the same should be true for them. Whatever you do during sexytimes is between you and your partner—not you, your partner, and feminism, and not you, your partner, and the Gender Roles Police Force. Everything doesn’t always have to be equal—unless you want it to be. The only things that matter are that everyone’s having fun, and everyone’s feeling respected by and respectful of their partners the whole time you’re doing whatever it is that you get up to. Because in the end, that’s all that sex is: Two people who want to have sex, alone in a room. No judgy voices allowed.
— Krista Burton
Woman is the dominant sex. Men have to do all sorts of stuff too prove that they are worthy of a woman's attention.
— Camille Pagliah
We watched some of the movie. It was shocking. Sex is apparently hard labor. Various persons supported crushing weights in agonizing positions for what seemed like endless blocks of time. Exhausted men grunted and toiled like movers trying to get a refrigerator into a fifth floor walk-up.
— Russell Baker, So This Is Depravity and Other Observations
After an Indian meal they went back to Jamie's flat and Tony did at least two things to him on the sofa that no one had ever done to him before then came back and them again the following evening, and suddenly life became very good indeed.
— Mark Haddon, A Spot of Bother
No amount of wavy blond hair nor evenings spent with her plump lips applying just the right amount of pressure to his various pleasure points could make up for the rotting carcass of a soul that resided beneath all that beauty.
— Nicki Elson, Hans & Greta: a Twisted Fairy Tale Novella
Maybe life involves the pairing of unsuitable people, those who wait and those who keep others waiting, and the key to happiness is finding the one person with whom you share the same internal chronometer.
— Jacob M. Appel, The Biology of Luck
Good, because if the guy isn't making you walk funny after sex, then probably isn't anything to write home to mom about.
— J. Lynn, Wait for You
The only thing more difficult than persuading someone else to start having sex with you is persuading yourself to stop.
— Jacob M. Appel
All this talk about morality, chastity, prudence and the like are very antiquated notions created by some very old belief systems that are notoriously negative towards women.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
You think I'm gorgeous?”“When I look at you, all I can think about are the the different ways I'd like to fuck you.”“So that's a yes then?” she said shyly.“No, darlin. It's an I-hope-you-weren't-planning-on-sleeping-alone-tonight.
— Nenia Campbell, Locked and Loaded
Great sex is all about freedom and being everything you’ve always wanted to be. Know now that the only limits you have in regards to your own sexuality are the ones you impose on yourself.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
If you love sex, let it be known. You don’t have to walk around downtown naked or have some flyers printed up, but definitely don’t be shy about your love (or obsession) for sex.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
Anything someone gets conned into will never be that great.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
There are many ways to get to know someone, and my favorite is seeing them naked in Happy Baby pose.I also feel it is important to have sex soon after meeting someone in order to find out if you have sexual chemistry together. Otherwise, you could wait two to three months after you start dating someone only to discover that your new boyfriend is bad in bed, or even worse, is into anal beads and duct tape.
— Chelsea Handler, My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands
Love is merely a combination between infatuation and confusion.
— Dustin Cruz
Seeing your mother naked is not something you easily recover from. Seeing your mother naked and jumping from one side of a king-sized bed to the other with a nurse's hat on while your father, who is also naked, is chasing her with a bandanna around his neck, is reason to put yourself up for adoption.
— Chelsea Handler, My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands
During sex, people are often way too focused on giving or taking to actually just celebrate this moment, be themselves completely, and rejoice in their own realities.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
Some guys assume that they made this one girl orgasm by doing this one thing and now they do it to every woman they get with. If it doesn’t work on you, then something about you must be broken.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
After discovering him in his threesome, I spent the next two weeks in bed suffering from a severe case of vagina elbow. It's a condition not unlike tennis elbow, but you get it from masturbating.
— Chelsea Handler, My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands
Most modern men want sex and can’t have it. They want success and never get it. They want money and never earn enough. Everybody has desires and nobody—Except the psychopathic few— Has the guts to go out and just take what they want.”—Professor Michael Friday
— Barbie Wilde, The Venus Complex
Sex is a thing, love is everything.
— Arzum Uzun
I can't," I said. "I threw my back out masturbating.
— Chelsea Handler, My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands
He kisses me hard, tells me between frenzied kisses, `You feel so good, beautiful, beautiful, sweet girl. Feel how much I want you.' He circles his hips against mine. `I want you like this all the fucking time.
— S.R. Grey, I Stand Before You
Sobriety had happened at a strange time in my sex life, and maybe I wouldn’t have held onto it had it not been for both of the men involved in the transition. But sobriety made me realize, in lonely moments and long introspective jags, that while sex wasn’t the only thing that I was good at, it was still something I enjoyed. The difference was choosing the people I invited to the playground, so to speak. If Eren had been any less fired up than he was, pushing firmly and slowly into me, watching my face for silent cues while I pushed my head back into the bed, stretching my neck and growling, reacquainting myself with the feeling of being filled, it wouldn’t have been right.But it was right. I’d chosen well. I almost laughed when he was completely inside of me and I got swept up in the truth of the matter, the reasonably overwhelming knowledge that yeah, this was something I might not fuck up. And god, I loved sex. God, I loved not having to feel like I was hiding inside of its fortress.
— Vee Hoffman
I always wondered why I didn't try to seduce you, since you're so good-looking, more appealing than any woman.
— Debra Strattford, Worthless
Leave it to a dude to roll in with your technique, but use a jackhammer instead of jeweler’s screwdrivers.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
Remember, changing someone’s hang-ups is an easier task if stays in the realm of sex because the carrot at the end of this trip is—SEX! It’s not so easy to change other aspects of a man’s personality because the rewards aren’t as apparent and you can’t exactly screw the stupid out of someone.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
[In reference to cases of testicular feminization]: “The incredible lesson about our sexual biology is that all men at one point in their fetal development have the capacity to be women. Moreover the body is programmed to develop as a female unless it sees and recognizes specific biochemical signals such as testosterone and anti-mullerian factor that tell it to develop as a male.
— Abraham Morgentaler, Why Men Fake It: The Totally Unexpected Truth About Men and Sex
Writing is like a mental masturbation to me.
— Lina K. Lapina
love start from eyes & smiles but its end on bed
— Viraj
Writhing bodies fused as one on the dance floor, limbs tingling, lungs drunk on the lust-filled air.
— Sidney Knight, Alex
Only a determined and resourceful scholar could establish manuscript precedence - but in the race to masturbate on a printed page Proust definitely came first.
— Michael Foley, Embracing the Ordinary: Lessons From the Champions of Everyday Life
You bitch," I whispered, "I love you." Then I came.
— Charles Bukowski, Factotum
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
— W.B. Yeats
Species tend to bite sometimes during the sharing of sex but we never break the skin. There are only two ways this usually happens. I had to bite you to assert my control if we fought for dominance during sex or because I wanted to mark you to show other males you belonged to me.” He blinked. “I am sorry. I lost control and I wanted to completely own you in that moment. I wanted all of you.
— Laurann Dohner, Tiger
John [the father] kept saying, "You have a penis. That means you’re a boy." One day, Shannon noticed that her son had been in the bathroom an awfully long time and pushed the door open. "He had a pair of my best, sharpest sewing scissors poised, ready to cut. Penis in the scissors. I said, 'What are you doing?' He said, 'This doesn’t belong here. So I’m going to cut it off.' I said, 'You can’t do that.' He said, 'Why not?' I said, 'Because if you ever want to have girl parts, they need that to make them.' I pulled that one right out of my ass. He handed me the scissors and said, 'Okay.
— Andrew Solomon, Far from the Tree: Parents, Children, and the Search for Identity
You’ve heard the saying, "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime." Well, just change that to "F**k a man and you’ve made him happy for a day. Teach a man to f**k and you’ve made him happy for a lifetime.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
I can take care of myself,” I said hotly.“Darlin, you don't even know how to pleasure yourself.
— Nenia Campbell, Locked and Loaded
You say you just want to be my friend. I know that you mean you want to relate to my mind but not my body. I can understand that and will not ask you to relate to me in a way that you don't want to, or talk to me about subjects you find uncomfortable. But likewise I refuse to castrate myself for you by pretending not to have the feelings I have. If you want me as your friend you will have to accept my penis along with me.
— Hugh Prather, Notes to Myself: My Struggle to Become a Person
I met people on college campuses who were defining themselves as genderqueer to express revolutionary feelings, or to communicate their individuality; they were gender fluid without being gender dysphoric. This phenomenon may be culturally significant, but it has only a little bit in common with the people who feel they can have no authentic self in their birth gender.
— Andrew Solomon, Far from the Tree: Parents, Children, and the Search for Identity
She was falling apart beneath my hands, and I was falling apart beneath her. My power was her power, and together, we sent each other soaring.
— Rachael Wade, Declaration
A Dom never takes away. He only builds.
— Delaine Moore, The Secret Sex Life of a Single Mom
The reality of sex is that every lover you take has a very distinct way of loving you up. They might be able to dabble into other realms of sexuality, but only as a tourist.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
So you’re dating Mr. Freaky Vanderperv, at least you’re not dating a guy with no skills and no interest in you sexually! Treat his kinks with respect and he will be an honest man with you always.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
Pure sex is masturbation with a real partner who functions as a prop for our indulging in fantasies, while it is only through love that we can reach the … Other.
— ZIZEK
How satisfying will it be to know that no matter what happens to your relationship and no matter where or with whom he ends up in his life that you taught him everything he knows...? Catty? Maybe, but that’s a fun thought.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
The kiss wasn’t just any kiss. No, it was a tricky little bastard, because it started out soft and gentle, but shifted gears in a matter of seconds. The moment her response went from surprise to surrender, the kiss turned hard and hungry, launching us into a frenzy of movement. Her arms were around my neck, my hands were moving all over her body, and somehow, in a span of about five seconds, she climbed up me like a tree, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.We spun and bumped into the counter. I reached behind my back with one hand to tighten the cross of her ankles. And then I had her sitting on the edge of the stovetop, my hands exploring the tops of her thighs. I pushed the ruffled skirt hem up and clasped on to her bare, silky skin. Her tongue dove to the back of my throat, sliding over mine like wet, slick velvet.Holy mother fuck, I couldn’t breathe. I was drowning in this girl.
— Rachael Wade, Declaration
Be optimistic. Always put on clean underwear if you're going on a date.
— Jacob M. Appel
Just the minute another person is drawn into some one's life, there begin to arise undreamed-of complexities, and from such a simple beginning as sexual desire we find built up such alarming yet familiar phenomena as fetes, divertissements, telephone conversations, arrangements, plans, sacrifices, train arrivals, meetings, appointments, tardiness, delays, marriages, dinners, small pets and animals, calumny, children, music lessons, yellow shades for the windows, evasions, lethargy, cigarettes, candies, repetition of stories and anecdotes, infidelity, ineptitude, incompatibility, bronchial trouble, and many others, all of which are entirely foreign to the original urge and way off the subject.
— E.B. White, Is Sex Necessary? or Why You Feel the Way You Do
A cascade of thousands of pomegranate pits fructify her from above and female hands maculate the goddess's body in the musical mists of mind-blowing nightly sex. But they won't fuck her, they will kill her.
— Laura Gentile, Seraphic Addiction
If you give a man a hammer, he thinks he can solve all problems by pounding. Well, God gave men penises....
— Jacob M. Appel
My heart and my cock seemed to like the idea, and Whitney made me a slave to both, so my wits were outnumbered.
— Rachael Wade, Declaration
You self-proclaimed "MILF" hunters have it all wrong -- we aren't the prey, YOU are. You are but a Service Male - a SMILF!
— Delaine Moore, The Secret Sex Life of a Single Mom
This is what Kay needs right now, soft touching and caring. When we're together, I want to love her just like this.
— S.R. Grey, I Stand Before You
The boss is never your friend, even if you're sleeping with him.
— Jacob M. Appel
Stop stalling and spill the beans. What’s up?” Alexi tossed down her fork and leaned in close so no one else could possibly hear. “What’s not up? We’re like rabbits on Viagra.
— Jennifer Saints, Wild Irish Ride
With regards to getting laid and getting AIDS: Being interesting can be an interesting guy’s downfall.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
I'ts better with the right hand than with the wrong girl
— Jørgen Willumsen
Starshine’s greatest challenge is deciding whether a woman is too young to soothe or too old to shame. Handling the men is much easier. They may feign interest in figures and photos, but their underlying interest is for breasts and thighs. A generous smile often adds an extra zero to a check; an additional inch of exposed cleavage can clothe five Laotian children. The vast majority of these men do not expect to purchase Starshine’s favors. They are husbands, fathers, pillars of the community, the sort of upstanding middle-aged patriarchs who would rather castrate their libidos than compromise their reputations, and even if their three-digit donations could earn them a quickie with the canvasser, they would deny themselves the pleasure.
— Jacob M. Appel, The Biology of Luck
Sex in our time is no longer a physical distinction.
— Stefan Boldisor
Having the thought of you being with someone else is like a knife twisting in my dark soul
— E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey
It's just not as hot without biting, scratching, and spanking, involved.
— Jennifer Salaiz
Funny how I keep forgetting you’re insane.” - Colleen O’Brien
— Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway
There's a story here.A catastrophic silence where our thoughts and feelings collide ...Where your sweetness overrides my senses and our bodies move to the same tune.The same song.The same melody.The same stroke.The same rhythm.It's our story, Trinity, and it's just begging to be told.
— Nadège Richards, 5 Miles
The most unfair thing about sex is that men are almost always guaranteed an orgasm.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
Huge biceps are an unattractive-uneducated-underpaid man's last attempt to be seen as worthy of dating, or, sleeping with.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
You feel bad about yelling in a graveyard after you just tried to have sex with me in a church?
— Liliana Hart, Whiskey Rebellion
getting old means getting lucky sometimes means sometimes you learn & along with other sweeter acquisitions you learn that ninetenths of what goes down is bullshit that there's just no way to be with people & not smear yr tongue with bullshit lies that it doesn't help to fuck with people & anyway once you know how it's no fun any more
— John Thomas Idlet, Epopoeia And the Decay of Satire
Battery Park resonates with lust as the sun approaches its zenith. A primal impulse takes hold of the young couples strolling the gravel walkways, the newlyweds who have paused to admire DeModica’s bronze bull, the truant teens laid out on the cool grass. Maybe because all flesh tantalizes in the early summer, in the right light, or because, at this time of year, there is more flesh exposed, midriffs, cleavage, inner thighs, the park is suddenly transformed into a dynamo of panting and groping. This desire is not the tender affection of evening, the wistful intimacy of the twilight’s last gleam. It is raw, concupiscent hunger.
— Jacob M. Appel, The Biology of Luck
On the bed - now,” he ordered, yanking the band of his shorts and dropping them on the floor. “I need to fuck right now more than I need to breath.
— Alessandra Torre, The Diary of Brad De Luca
a pretty girl, who naked isis worth a million statues
— E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1913-1962
Go take a shower, you smell like good sex and unnecessary regret.
— Cassandra Giovanni, Flawed Perfection
I'm a writer. I'm a Christian. I like sex. But I haven't had it. I believe in waiting until marriage. But that doesn't mean I want my characters to.
— Michelle N. Onuorah
Identify yourself,” Colleen demanded. “I’ve got a bat and I will beat the living shit out of you if you so much as blink. I’ve got a black belt,” she lied frantically, “and…and…a gun. A big one.” - Colleen O’Brien
— Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway
Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.” – Faolán MacIntyre
— Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway
Solus walked over to the young brown-haired man and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, ignoring the look of panic he received in return. "You can call me Solus." His golden eyes trailed meaningfully down the mortal's body before he added, softly, "I've been told it's easier to scream.
— Nenia Campbell, Through a Glass, Darkly
BOLLOXIMIAN:My pleasures for new cunts I will uphold,And have reserves of kindness for the old.I grant in absence dildo may be usedWith milk of goats, when once our seed’s infused.My prick no more to bald cunt shall resort—Merkins rub off, and often spoil the sport.POCKENELLO:Let merkin, sir, be banished from the court.PENE:'Tis like a dead hedge when the land is poor.
— John Wilmot, Sodom, or the Quintessence of Debauchery
...Her boyfriend gives her a Mercedes, [her friends] say, 'Oh, that's nice.' But her boyfriend gives her a diamond, they say, 'Oh, he's serious.' It's not just the gift of love-it's the gift of commitment. She's not jumping up and down because she got a diamond ring but because she got a guy! There are those who say you don't need diamonds. I say they're right. Just like you don't need sex.
— Tom Zoellner, The Heartless Stone: A Journey Through the World of Diamonds, Deceit, and Desire
*Forever* is an illusion that human beings promise each other when they are horny, or, trying to appear holy.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
Compared with lesbians, gays seem to be more unapologetic about their sexual orientation. The former must not have balls.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
His deep voice drifted to her through the crowd of women. “…my lady when she returns. Och, there ye are, Blossom,” Faolán grinned, standing up and taking her hand so she could ease back into the restaurant booth. “These lasses were just asking if I was a stripper. I told them I doona think so,” he said, his face clouded with uncertainty. “I’m not, am I?”The inquisitive lasses in question flushed scarlet and scattered to the four corners of the room at the murderous look on Colleen’s face. “No, you’re not, but I guess I can see how they’d think that,” she muttered darkly. “What you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.
— Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway
Yep, I was so mature, I decided I would just have to reward myself by doing the naked lambada with a Federal Agent.
— Fiona Skye, Faerie Tales