lovemaking

The massive lump of flesh that has created you, me, and maybe, animals, everything that has life will forever live.

We are a product of love, so why stop loving ourselves and others.

You've sinned, I suppose, but your punishment has been out of all proportion. They have turned you into something other than a human being. You have no power of choice any longer. You are committed to socially acceptable acts, a little machine capable only of good. And I see that clearly - that business about marginal conditionings. Music and the sexual act, literature and art, all must be a source now not of pleasure but of pain.

Nothing spices up one's sex life like having a partner.

Anger is like sex urge, once gratified, the inner voice calls you a stinking fool.

Sex doesn't satisfy for a lifetime, the more you have it, the more you want it. And the more you have it, the more you die out.

Women enjoy sex as much as men...if they were totally satisfied in sexual encounters, they would welcome them.

Intimacy and lovemaking__ntertwined, meshed, and one becoming the other__re what I strive to achieve each time I am presented with the opportunity to enjoy a lovemaking experience.

Sometimes you made love to a man because you wanted your body to feel something other than the aches and pains of use. Sometimes you made love to man because he looked so good that you wanted to try him on. Sometimes you made love to a man because he fathered your children, he made you a home, he loved you, and he staunched the parts of you that were always bleeding. Sometimes you made love to a man because you felt split in two, and joining with him pulled you back together.

In my old age, I was at last being permitted to make the discovery that lovemaking gets better and better with time, if it's with someone you care for.

You are like a god, like an immortal one,' she whispered to me one night in our bed, her naked body pressed to mine, our sweat golden and glistening in the candlelight. 'Oh, my love,' I whispered back to her, 'I am more mortal than all. It seems that a part of me dies every night that I lie with you.

If a man doesn't know how to dance he doesn't know how to make love, there I said it!

May this night come wearing drunk cloak of love, carrying passionate desires, and intoxication of love! Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that I do not see any dreams!

What?__ucien laughed. __es__ll those female faeries around you were females for Tamlin to pick. It__ an honor to be chosen, but it__ his instincts that select her.___ut you were there__nd other male faeries._ My face burned so hot that I began sweating. That was why those three horrible faeries had been there__nd they__ thought that just by my presence, I was happy to comply with their plans.__h._ Lucien chuckled. __ell, Tam__ not the only one who gets to perform the rite tonight. Once he makes his choice, we__e free to mingle. Though it__ not the Great Rite, our own dalliances tonight will help the land, too._ He shrugged off that invisible hand a second time, and his eyes fell upon the hills. __ou__e lucky I found you when I did, though,_ he said. __ecause he would have smelled you, and claimed you, but it wouldn__ have been Tamlin who brought you into that cave._ His eyes met mine, and a chill went over me. __nd I don__ think you would have liked it. Tonight is not for lovemaking.

He danced the way he made love, with passion and tenderness and spirit, communicating with hands and eyes the most subtle messages, tenderly making up for Lila's awkwardness. In his lashes and his hair, mist clung in tiny diamond drops. She could not take her eyes from him.

She learned that an act intended to express love could have nothing to do with it. That her heart and her body were different things.

Men need to realize that women take longer to get aroused and satisfied - sometimes 6 -8 times longer. Make the journey pleasurable.

If women were totally satisfied with their sexual and lovemaking experiences, women would welcome the lovemaking experience as much as men.