Sex Quotes - Page 2

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

Man...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.

A gentleman holds my hand.
A man pulls my hair.
A soulmate will do both.

Love is giving up control. It’s surrendering the desire to control the other person. The two - love and controlling power over the other person - are mutually exclusive. If we are serious about loving someone, we have to surrender all the desires within us to manipulate the relationship.

Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.

You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.

You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred.

Don't wreck a sublime chocolate experience by feeling guilty.
Chocolate isn't like premarital sex. It will not make you pregnant.
And it always feels good.

She had not made a decision to give up sex, only the clamor of romance, because it was exhausting her, doing her no good and too much harm...

I think a man's "wordplay" can be so fucking sexy!!! I love a good mind fuck!!

Please, touch me, I pray.

I was flipping channels, watching this cheerleading program on MTV. They took a field hockey girl and “transformed” her into a cheerleader by the end of the show. I was just wondering: what if she liked field hockey better?

Women have got it all wrong now. They give it up too soon, and the men don't respect them. And before you tell me I don't have a clue, let me tell you something. By the time I let my future husbands climb into my bed, I'd made them work for it. And you know what? By the time they left it the next morning, they were begging for me to marry them.

When I touched her body,
I believed she was God.
In the curves of her form
I found the birth of Man,
the creation of the world,
and the origin of all life.

His fingerprints covered my skin.

Yes, it's a well-known fact about you: you're like death, you take everything.

Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.

Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.

If she did experience sex-or something close to it-in high school, I'm sure it would have been less out of sexual desire or love than literary curiosity.

If you have a story that seems worth telling, and you think you can tell it worthily, then the thing for you to do is to tell it, regardless of whether it has to do with sex, sailors or mounted policemen.