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I was pure, before you defiled me, and don't you forget it. As though the concept of purity is anything more than the construct of selfish, competitive men stampeding toward the women to call dibs. I'll be damned if I'm not worth stampeding toward, but the prize had better be me, hymen or no hymen.

I wasn't going to have dessert, but it was right there, all gooey and sweet. It's like sex. I mean, when it's right there, what are you supposed to do? I wasn't going to have that either--sex--with my parents bunking in the office, but, well, it was right there." "I'll tolerate the gooey and sweet, Peabody, but I'm not thinking about you having sex with McNab, especially in the same sentence as 'my parents.'" "I think they had sex, too." Eve struggled not to wince or twitch. "Do you want me to kick you down four flights of steps and make you walk up again?" "I'd probably bounce all the way down, too, with all this gooey and sweet in my butt. So I guess not." "Good choice.

I was playing Rasputin and what was motivating him was crumpet really, and I was extremely keen on crumpet so I was really rather good as Rasputin. And my next catastrophic failure was Macbeth, who I played in the style of a crumpet-lover, and then when Doctor Who came along, I embraced this lunacy, this cloud-cuckoo-land where people had to be convinced by absolute nonsense. I came from a very religious background, so it was easy for me to believe in something I knew nothing about.

I was thinking that you're right about vaginas not being remotely related to flowers. They don't smell the same or feel the same, and they're not pretty in any way that would make you want to put them in a vase in your kitchen." ... "I'm not saying they can't be in the flower family, just that they can't be a lily or a daffodil. If they had to be a flower ... then they'd be an anomaly-type flower, the badass ones that eat flies." "Venus fly traps!" "Exactly

I was very invested in love but it was just this long sex thing that could end at any moment because after all, it's about getting off.

I was worried about sex," he went on. "But you know what, Sulie? It's like being told I can't have any caviar for the next couple years. I don't even like caviar. And when you come right down to it, I don't want sex right now. I supposed you punched that into the computer? 'Cut down sex drive, increase euphoria'? Anyway, it finally penetrated my little brain that I was just making trouble for myself, worrying about whether I could get along without something I really didn't want. It's a reflection of what I think other people think I should want.

I will always find a way.

I will not forgive. I will inflict and invite suffering-all our lives. As Bunni grows up she'll hear from her mother that her father is cruel,capricious, tyrannical person. Bunni won't love me. Everyone will take her side, because she is a woman, I won't be able to say a thing, ever. I will have to keep my mouth shut my entire life. I must maintain my wife's honour. And we call women the weaker sex! How deadly is the strength of frailty, and men-if they're gentlemen- how incredibly helpless!

I will never intentionally ask you for anything that you aren’t willing to give. But if I do, you can always say no.” He lets that sink in for a moment. “But you won’t.

I will wait until your heart is willing. -4th Prince

I wonder, though... what would it be like? To be that close to a boy and have him see all of you, no holding back. Would it be scary only for a second or two, or would it be scary the whole time? What if I didn't like it at all? Or what if I liked it too much? It's a lot to think about.

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.

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

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 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.

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.

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

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

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

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 not necessary for sex.

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

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, by Ruala.

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

Love may blind you, but lust will cripple you.

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

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

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.

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