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One thing more, Leon. You say that life is meaningless, but I believe it's life that's sacred. I talk about art and sex because they're the most intense life experiences I know, so I feel they must be sacred too. They let us experience the values we've chosen for our lives in one exquisite not of pleasure exactly but of oneness with all of existence and with our own personal relationship to it. Art says: "This is Life." Sex says: "This is Living.

One who lives for sex is impotent by birth

Only about 3 percent of animal species are monogamous. A couple of penguins, some otters and a few other oddball critters. To these select few it comes natural to mate for life and never look at another member of the opposite sex. Humans are not part of that little club. Like the other 97% of species, humans are not monogamous by nature. We just pretend that we are.

On the basis of wide clinical experiences, I contend that it is a matter of love in only a few cases when man and woman in our civilization engage in the sexual act. The rage which usurps the initial love impulses, hate, and sadistic emotion are all part and parcel of modern man's contempt for sex. I am not speaking of the clear cases in which the sexual act is performed for profit or subsistence. I am speaking of the majority of people of all social strata. It is on the basis of these clinical findings that the Latin saying, "Omne animal post coitum triste?' has become a scientific axiom. There is only one error in this statement: man ascribes his own disappointment to the animal.

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.

On many nights I have availed myself of these very gentlemen, in the adjoining room. Each time, I wondered if you might arrive and see me, as I took my pleasure, allowing their hands to explore my body. There is no part of me that has not been kissed and enjoyed. I opened myself in welcome, encouraging my suitors to bury themselves deep and hard, to obliterate all reserve and find the heart of me.” Mademoiselle Noire - The Gentlemen's Club

On the nights they went to bed at the same time, Rocco would lie there and watch her go to the closet, watch her choose either silky slips or mannish shirts, like running up sex flags from across the room.

On to some juicy French philosophical sex-killing murder-suicide cannibal thing. You?” “Still the controversial Hungarian breast-cancer radioactive seed implant treatment thing. I adore you.” “Je t’adore aussi. Call me. Bye.” “Bye.

On top of everything else, Boobie's got the clap.

Oral sex is one of the most intimate sex acts you can take part in, and in many ways it can feel more intimate than penetrative sex. It is a vulnerable act in which you relinquish control of your most private and sensitive body part to your partner.

Orpheus said the mind is a slide ruler. It can fit around anything. Show me your body, he said. It only means one thing.

Ordinarily, her love affairs are entered into skittishly, sometimes reluctantly. She doesn't dive into bed but flutters in like a wayward moth.

Orgasm isn’t a goal. It’s the attitude that matters. Abir has never even asked how I feel after sex. He has many other concerns. He provides for me and I provide for him, that’s a familiarity which no one can deny. We love each other. Love is a broader thing.

Orgasms are a myth. Like good credit scores.

Otherwise, the dark and our mouths, tearing at what bones we found, grinning and hungry for something—something we couldn't, with all our words, name.

Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent.

Otherwise: the dark, and our bodies, two strange women trying to touch each other.

Our beliefs about traditional marriage date from agrarian cultures, where you made everything you ate or wore or used, where large extended families helped get this huge amount of work done so nobody starved, and where marriage was a working proposition. When we talk about “traditional family values,” this is the family we are talking about: an extended family of grandparents and aunts and cousins, an organization to accomplish the work of staying alive.

Our basic relationship to sex mirrors our whole relationship to life.

Our bodies are eternal, friction doesn’t wear them out, and we don’t need to make careful decisions about the people on whom we ought to spend our limited resources of youth and beauty. It’s the natural order of things. Ordinary people are created to enjoy pleasure. To take pleasure in the world, food, each other – and for what else? To be happy. And people like me are created to protect their happiness.

Our culture teaches that sex is for the sexy, and the only way to be sexy is to be pretty. No wait--that's still too weak. Sex should properly arise from sexiness. For unsexy people--fat people, old people, funny-looking people, disabled people--to even feel sexual desire is inappropriate, perverse, disgusting. For them to engage in sexual display is offensive. For them to have sex...well, there oughta be a law.

Our conversations were like sex, our sex like conversation.

Our level of appreciation shows in how we treat our husband. If he’s first in our minds, he’ll be first in our priorities. If he’s indeed special, you pursue him, initiate intimacy, and go out of your way to make him cherished.

Our moral code is constantly evolving; it’s impacted by the betrayers, masters of deceit, and the pseudo-truth tellers among us, even those we love.

Our sexual pleasure happens within us, not on or inside our partners’ genitals.

Our souls stretched across time, spanning the universe in search of each other and suddenly, there it was...life, love, desire, all we had to do was indulge...

Pagans earn their reputations for relaxed sexual mores, often in rebellion from the repression of their religions during adolescence. At a Pagan festival, one need only lower one's guard to be offered sex under the cloaking of the sacred.

O woman, father says natural is beautiful so why do you redden your cheeks and blacken your eyes? Why do you remove the hair on your legs and draw them into your brows? Why do you hold your breath lest your stomach show and hold your fart lest they know that you’re a human? O woman, father says natural is beautiful so why do you straighten your hair to curl it next and pretend to orgasm so they think you enjoyed the sex? Why do you dumb yourself down and push your breasts up? Why do you smile when you’re told to and love when you don’t want to? When? When will you stop, woman? Father says natural is beautiful but that is doubtful for what does father know he’s only a fellow.

O woman, thou art my imperfection!

Pain today, pussy tomorrow.

Partly James was jealous because he was a virgin, but mostly it just felt really weird being in a room with two people who'd spent the night having sex. It reminded him of the feeling you get when you pull a hair off your tongue and realise it's not one of your own.

Pat, it's not sexual – it's modern dance.

Parthenogenesis means never having your mother tell you to stop doing that or you'll go blind.

Patience is the cornerstone to becoming an amazing lover.

People spent their lives searching for something beyond the simple friction of skin on skin, but there was nothing. The void between two people could never be closed, and in trying to close it, they would only learn everything that was to be despised in the other.

People confuse love with sex. Having sex doesn’t mean you’re in love. Sex with the wrong partner destroys. Wrong mating is the major cause of the devastation the world is witnessing. If only true love could reign in the hearts of couples, then the entire world would witness peace. Harmony in the homes would create cohesion in the communities and cohesion in the communities spells agreement amongst nations and that would readily translate to global peace. But tension-filled homes which are the products of loveless relationships are infecting the bloodstream of international relationship and that’s the number one reason for chaos everywhere. The chap with a gun shooting down others I can tell you is a child from a loveless home. He knows no love and can’t extend it either. The world has plenty of sex but is wanting in love.

People often squabble over what defines a person as a woman or a man—whether it should be based on their chromosomes, assigned sex, genitals, or other factors—but such reductionist views deny our indisputably holistic gendered realities. For all of us, gender is first and foremost an individual experience, an amalgamation of our own unique combinations of gender inclinations, social interactions, body feelings, and lived experiences.

People talk about anal sex as though it’s the be-all and end-all of gay identity.

People sin, Lena. People in love sin a lot. God invented sex. He knows how it works

People who just had sex had an annoying habit of assuming everyone around them had just had sex. Which was also, coincidentally, what people who were not having sex assumed.

People have sex, even the religious ones. Yet, when sex is transferred into words, suddenly it's dirty, vulgar, immoral, trashy. Funny huh?

People say memories are there to be cherished. I believe memories are there to be created, and if you do something worthwhile today, you will stop living in the past

Perhaps the most important sexual tool is consciousness. If we think we are "not enough" or "too much," we surely are. Similarly, when you give a gift, create artwork, or perform any task with the thought that it's "not enough" or "too much," it surely will be.

Perhaps I was hosting my own personal sexual revolution. You know the kind that will not be televised.

Pero en esto yerran los jóvenes tan a menudo y tan gravemente. Ellos, en cuya naturaleza está el no tener paciencia, se arrojan y se entregan, unos en brazos de otros, cuando les sobrecoge el amor. Se prodigan y desparraman tal como son, aun sin desbrozar, con todo su desorden y su confusión... Mas ¿qué ha de suceder luego? Qué ha de hacer la vida con ese montón de afanes truncos, que ellos llaman su convivir, su unión, y que, de ser posible, desearían poder llamar su felicidad, y aún más: ¡su porvenir! Ahí se pierde cada cual a sí mismo por amor al otro. Pierde igualmente al otro, y a muchos más que aun habían de llegar. Pierde también un sin fin de horizontes y de posibilidades, trocando el flujo y reflujo de posibilidades de sutil presentimiento por un estéril desconcierto, del cual ya nada puede brotar.

Personally, I think the "Potter" books have too many adverbs and not enough sex.

Personally, I'd prefer a guy who wants to see my boobs.

Perhaps it’s true that in our sex-saturated culture it does take a certain amount of self-discipline to resist having sex, but restraint does not equal morality. And let’s be honest: if this were simply about resisting peer pressure and being strong, then the women who have sex because they actively want to — as appalling as that idea might be to those who advocate abstinence — wouldn’t be scorned. Because the “strength” involved in these women’s choice would be about doing what they want despite pressure to the contrary, not about resisting the sex act itself.

Perhaps I was being picky, but I really didn’t think being able to spell orgasm without being spotted a vowel was asking too much.

Perversion is just another form of art. It's like painting or drawing or sculpting. Except instead of paint, us perverts use sex as our medium.