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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.

literature coming from the cold corpse of a whore is the last thing to be served in bed.

Locking eyes with a shape-shifter was aggressive. Very aggressive. One generally didn't do that unless one wanted to fight. Or fuck.

Lola found herself staring at him when he turned back to the road. He was tall enough that his dark, wavy hair touched the roof of the car, and so broad his sculpted bicep continually brushed against her bare upper arm, sending shivers straight to her nipples and between her legs. She crossed her thighs, disgusted with herself, and vowed not to start lusting after this jerk.

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

Look here, Mrs. Bradley," he said. "I feel a pretty frightful bounder telling you all this about the poor girl, but I think some woman ought to know about it. On Wednesday night, yes, last night, Eleanor came into my bedroom at about half-past twelve and--and wanted to stay there! I thought it was a ghost at first. I had terrible difficulty in getting rid of her. In fact, I had to get out of bed and shove her outside and lock the door. Choice, isn't it?" ... "Of course you will lock your door tonight," she said. "You bet I shall," Bertie said fervently, "and nothing short of the house catching fire is going to persuade me to open it.

Look, I'm not going to have sex with him just so he'll say that he loves me, you know?" ...That isn't why I was planning to have sex with Rob - to hear the words, I mean. I just wanted to get it over with. I think. Actually, I'm not sure why it seemed so important.

Looking at what 'foreplay' is, 'sexual intercourse' is a game.

¡Los ángeles del sexo! Son maravillosos precisamente por lo mucho que sorprenden, por lo mucho que cambian. Tú por ejemplo, con tu aspecto de que nunca te han tocado, puedo imaginarte mordiendo y arañando. Estoy seguro que te cambiaría hasta la voz. He visto cambiar tanto... Hay voces de mujer que suenan como ecos poéticos y sobrenaturales. Luego, cambian. Los ojos cambian. Creo que todas esas leyendas sobre personas que por la noche se transforman en animales -como la historia del hombre lobo, por ejemplo- fueron inventadas por hombres que vieron transformarse por la noche a las mujeres, a las criaturas idealizadas y veneradas, en animales, y las creyeron endemoniadas.

Lotte wanted Francoise to stay the night, but she wouldn’t. Francoise thought of movies, usually thrillers, in which the hero gets out of bed during the night, dresses and slips out, leaving a beautiful woman asleep and unaware. Francoise wished she could leave like that, but her film was a realistic one. As she walked back to her apartment she thought that getting out of the relationship had been as awkward and messy as Lotte’s pulling her finger out of Francoise’s ass.

Lost in wonder staring at you, I bumped my head on the moon & fell, hard.

LOVE AND SEX   She glows with a pleasurable subtleness that thanks me with every inhale and exhale as our bodies move. Her calm cool hands drag across the sides of my back from my buttocks to my shoulders. Down and up again she strokes and caresses me without missing a tune as if I were a beloved instrument played by its master virtuoso. I feel the tiny bumps on her breasts and stomach that surface from me slowly moving my hands over her. Her long adagio legs gently wrap around me seeming to revolve as they knead against me. My fingers move through her toes like a comb through silky straight hair. With her soft cloudlike lips she seems to take me to places where I have never been before. Her owl-like eyes penetrate my being with a vigorously inducive aim, revealing to me her every sensual suggestion. Her lips are what I can never get enough of. With each kiss I see beyond this veil of mortality, indulging myself in a love that gives me rest. The touch of her fingers and hands alone is enough to set in motion this human awakening of mine, she being the strength to my spirituality and knowledge infinite.

Love at first sight is a polite phrase used when one wants to fuck a stranger.

Louis-Cesare. It's good to finally have you in hand.

Love and sex with a man is like listening to a soloist. Pleasant, sometimes beautiful and moving. But with a woman.” She was wistful. “It is a symphony of sound and colour. You cannot help be swept up in it.

Lovecraft says he knows about tentacles but that motherfucker never bedded a girl from West Chester and survived She was a toothache that one and she tasted like crack the best thing about her was if I was ever hungry I could always make a meal out of whatever was making rest at the corners of her mouth I can't remember her name as is the case with most of them then again I can't remember how many donuts I ate this morning or how many beers I'll drink tonight, tomorrow

Love bears no heavier burden, than the fool who carries a fairy tale so close to their soul, to immense their deep desire, to fall so hard that their hearts retire.

Love banged me in ways, Even lust would envy.

Love feeds on deception.

Love has no gender - compassion has no religion - character has no race.

Love, he does not know this word, and worse, he does not know that feeling in his existence. ~Emily

Love is friendship. Just with less clothes, which makes it far more brilliant.

Love? I make it often, but I never talk about it.

Love is a banana. First you peel it, and then you roll on the condom.

Love is a beautiful garden with the colourful flowers and fragrances. Its gardener is sex that maintains the beauty of it and nourishes to keep it fresh, regardless, time and period.

Love is displacement of life and moments. People ask in gaping bewilderment, "am I in love? is this love? Is it real love?" No one has to ask, "Have I been fucked?

Love is merely a combination between infatuation and confusion.

Love is not necessary for sex.

Love is the spice of life, sex is the spice of love and ceremony is the spice of sex, by Ruala.

Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives. There is a deep-seated fear, in most people, of the cold world and the possible cruelty of the herd; there is a longing for affection, which is often concealed by roughness, boorishness or a bullying manner in men, and by nagging and scolding in women. Passionate mutual love while it lasts puts an end to this feeling; it breaks down the hard walls of the ego, producing a new being composed of two in one.

Love is the spice of life, sex is the spice of love and ceremony is the spice of sex - Ruala.

Love is the spice of life, sex is the spice of love and ceremony is the spice of sex.

Love is the essential ingredient. Without it, sex is meaningless, approval is bribery, and success is short-lived.

Love may blind you, but lust will cripple you.

Lovers jump into bed without thinking. It's the only way it can be done.

Love Sex and Crime Nearly 100 Crimes are committed in the name of Love and only one is committed in the name of Sex.

Lovers do things together! They rent videos, they ride Ferris wheels, they go out for pizza, they play Scrabble. They . . . they talk!' 'Talk?' He lifted his head and frowned, his eyes puzzled. 'We talk all the time, Raine. I've never had such talkative sex.' 'That's just it!' She wiggled, flailed, but couldn't budge him. 'Two minutes alone with you, and I'm flat on my back. Every single time!' A slow, knowing grin spread over his face. 'Is this your way of telling me you want to be on top?

Lovers remain in each other's energy fields for 21 days after intercourse. Renewed with each act. Do the math. Choose wisely... otherwise you're carrying that stink with you for a long time...Stop having sex right now!...All of you. Until you know you're not giving yourselves away." - Sheerah

Love with your whole heart, and never be sorry you did.--tdf

Loving him was all interpretation, creative in its way. We barely used language at all to communicate: he sulked and thought I was putting him down if I made complicated remarks, and sometimes I felt numb at the compromise and self-suppression I submitted to. Yet beyond that it was all guesswork; we were thinking for two. The darkened air of the flat was full of the hints we made. The stupidity and the resentment were dreadful at times. But then in sex he lost his awkwardness. He shows his capacity to change as I rambled over him now with my fingertips and watched him glow and gulp with desire; his clothes seemed to shrivel off him and he lay there making his naked claim for the only certainty in his life. It wasn't something learnt, I suspected, from the guys before me who'd picked him up and fucked him and fucked him around. It was a kind of gift for giving, and while he did whatever I wanted it emerged as the most important thing there was for him. It was all the harder, then, when the resentment returned and I longed for him to go.

Lust fades after climax, love lasts until breakfast!

Lucas, I never wanted children. I just want to be CEO. I want money, power, and on occasion, sex

Lust, desire and passion. They can turn a wallflower into a sexual predator and a rational person into a raving lunatic.

Lust is insatiable, whether it feeds on power, wealth, or flesh. It eventually consumes our morality and ultimately consumes our humanity.

Lust, pure gorgeous lust: the sacred energy that elevates us, and makes us feel so special.

MacKinnon captures this is in her succinct lesson on the grammar of pornography and male dominance: 'Man fucks woman; subject verb object.

Mais elle sait que rien ne sera plus pareil, plus d'interdit, fini le frisson du mensonge qui écrase l'échine et réveille l'envie malsaine où les visages se superposent, plus de doigts qu'on hume le soir en cachette en cherchant l'odeur des sexes mêlés de l'après-midi avant de les cacher sous l'oreiller, dos à son mari. Elle s’est crue perverse et habile, cruelle, manipulatrice enfin, mais ce soir, au dernier acte, le reste de la nuit va tomber sur Paris et la scène minable, rétrécie, de sa si banale histoire de cul. (p.14)

Make love to me and calm my demons.

Lube helps to prevent micro-tears on the delicate skin in and on the genitals, which leave us vulnerable to sexually transmitted infections. Lube also makes the friction between your vagina (or anus) and whatever is being inserted silky and comfortable, as well as aids in smooth and nongrating hand sex.

Lust is the purest emotion. If Love is the effect, then lust is the cause. Love might be intangible but lust is omnipreseent, evergrowing. Evergrowing. Always! Forever!!