Sexuality Quotes - Page 2

I refuse to believe all men are pigs and women competing whores.-ANASTASIA

What a kid I got, I told him about the birds and the bees and he told me about the butcher and my wife.

I only go birdwatching during mating season. I'm a pornithologist.

The world is full of unrequited love,' I said finally.
'You and Patrick having problems?' Dad said, reaching around to get the butter out of the fridge.
'No, I was just wondering what you would say if I was a lesbian.'
'Come again?' said Lester. 'I'm having a hard time following this conversation.

He says black, I say white and we do grey

Do we have a hand mirror?' I asked from the kitchen doorway.
'Never use one,' said Lester, examining the date on a carton of sour cream.
'Naturally, you're a male. What you see is what you've got,' I said resentfully.
'Huh?' said Lester.

Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.

All religions have something to say about sex, and it rarely coincides with scientific knowledge of sex and sexuality.

Could it be, as one writer puts it, that every knock at the door of a brothel is actually a knock at the heart of God?

Life is meant to be shared. We need each other.

We shall always treasure the wonderful times shared with amazing people.

Women were excited after sex, wired becasue in their minds the relationship was on beginning. Men went to sleep m the because for the orgasm had arrived and the relationship was done.

I’ve wanted you since the moment you first turned up here four months ago,” he whispered, “I have to have you.

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

I live for sex.

I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being.

I can see no better reason for being alive.

He was the kind of man I wanted: wild, hot, horny, and losing control.

And it all pointed back to me, about how much I felt in control of him, with the power of my body.

It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.

When you’re honest, what compares with the gorgeous thrill of sex? What brings you the same sense of wonder, pleasure, and fulfilment?

I can’t think of anything as good.

He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn’t be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real reason he had given them to me: so he could look furtively at me, as I bent over.

That idea turned me on.

I welcomed it, and decided to give him a good look at what he wanted.

I love being aroused.

I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again.

It’s like I’m being made new.