Quotes About Sex

I remember the first time I had sex - I kept the receipt.

The family you were raised in, the time period you were born in, and the part of the country you're in absolutely shape your view on sex, which shapes a huge part of anybody's personality.

If there's anything I've learned it's that love is an unstoppable human drive, fierce and universal, and that sex is the physical manifestation of love. And that sex without love is missing the whole damn point. Sex brings us home to love.

Do you have deep feelings for nature or do you year detachment? Do you prefer sex or self-control?

I have sex," Grace shrugged. I meant with a man," Claudia said dryly. Now why would I ruin something so good by inviting a man along?" Grace asked.

Excuse me, your attention please." He waited until the whole floor had stopped what it was doing and turned to face him. For a split second his impulse control kicked in, but by then his mouth was fully engaged. "For the record, Claire Marsden and I are not having sex.

What exactly did having needs mean, while he was on the subject? That Delaney needed to have sex? that she craved an orgasm? And if that were the case, why couldn't she just take care of the matter on her won in the privacy of her home without putting him through all this torture? Anything was preferable to the thought of her being with Jake.

Good sex isn't just about having the right parts. It's about intimacy and knowledge. For me, it's about caring. You can't buy that online. You can buy sex toys, of course. I bought a vibrator.

I already told you, you're not my type." "I thought you didn't have a type." "I probably shouldn't. Given how long it is since I had sex, my type should just be anyone with a penis and pulse, right?

Some people have sex by putting fishhooks in each other. Couple this act with a simple understanding of the basic function of all living creatures to expand and contract. Now, try that with fishhooks.

The most powerful sex organ was the brain, you know what that means Poor Justin!

When your mother doesn't want to have the sex talk with you any more but instead wants to talk about the possibility that you might have sex on her soft furnishings, it's a watershed moment in any girl's life. I know I'll remember it fondly for many years to come.

Sure, I've written about women and sex and madhouses, just like Bukowski did, but I've also written about many other topics, often utilizing other stylistic methods in doing so. Bukowski would probably have been annoyed with the rambling tone of my poems in Cells.

Q: Why don't blondes talk when having sex? A: Their mothers taught them not to talk with their mouths full.

A new-comer of any age or either sex was an impressive curiosity in the poor little shabby village of St. Petersburg.

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex. None of which made sense to me until much later when I realized everything I thought I'd retained of my encounters added up to so very little, hardly enduring, just shadows of love outlining nothing at all.

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain cmmunicated in the vague language of sex.

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex

Personally, I think sex should be like math. At school. No one really cares if they're crap at math. They even proclaim it. They'll say to anyone, "Yeah, I don't mind science and English, but I'm absolutely shithouse at math." And other people will laugh and say, "Yeah, me, too. I wouldn't have a clue about all that logarithm shit." You should be able to say that about sex, too.

That aside, I read more books than I should, and I'm decidedly crap at sex and doing my taxes. Nice to meet you.)

That aside, I read more books than I should, and I'm decidedly crap at sex and doing my taxes. Nice to meet you.

Sex is hard to write about because you lose the universal and succumb to the particular. We all have our different favorites. Good sex is impossible to write about. Lawrence and Updike have given it their all, and the result is still uneasy and unsure. It may be that good sex is something fiction just can't do--like dreams. Most of the sex in my novels is absolutely disastrous. Sex can be funny, but not very sexy.

Heat, money, sex and fever -this is it, this is New York, this is first class, this is the sharp end.

Some unknown but apparently significant number of both homosexual and heterosexual couples do seem to believe that sex is hottest with comparative strangers and love is the property of emotional trust and intimacy.