sex

He calls me his Queen of the Night. He shows me the wonders in this incredible city. He encourages me to find my own way, and to choose what I think is right or wrong.And the sex, God, the sex! I never knew what sex was until him! It__ not soft music and candlelight, a choice, a deliberate action.It__ as involuntary as breathing, and as impossible not to do. It__ slammed up against a wall in a dark alley, or flat on my back on cold concrete because I can__ stand one more second without him. It__ on my hands and knees, dry-mouthed, heart-in-my-throat, waiting for the moment he touches me, and I__ alive again. It__ punishing and purifying, velvet and violent, and it makes everything else melt away, until nothing matters but getting him inside me and I wouldn__ just die for him____ kill for him, too.Like I did tonight.

Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don't know. My whole body craves to be held. I am desperate to love and be loved. I want my mind to float into another's. I want to be set free from despair by the love I feel for another. I want to be physically part of someone else. I want to be joined. I want to be open and free to explore every part of them, as though I were exploring myself.

It__ the strangest thing about this church - it is obsessed with sex, absolutely obsessed. Now, they will say we, with our permissive society and rude jokes, are obsessed. No. We have a healthy attitude. We like it, it__ fun, it__ jolly; because it__ a primary impulse it can be dangerous and dark and difficult. It__ a bit like food in that respect, only even more exciting. The only people who are obsessed with food are anorexics and the morbidly obese, and that in erotic terms is the Catholic Church in a nutshell.

You may know where to touch her, but that doesn't mean you know how to touch her. Take time to learn what she truly desires.

Do you know how much damage we could do to each other in an hour?

I'd been with boys before; I'd been with boys I'd thought were men. But this was different. David kissed like a man. He tasted, he smelled and he fucked like a man.

Well, that explains why we jumped into bed with each other so quickly. We were both hornier than a bucket of desert toads.

I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.

You know, I'm not even sure how we ended up living together.""I am," Jake said, turning back to the lake. "Sex. It's a powerful force, my boy, and women use it.""Is that why you gave them up?" Will asked, sympathetically. "Did paranoia drive you to celibacy?

He held me tight against him until I quit struggling, and then he flicked the strap of my dress, causing it to hang off my shoulder.''Since the word virgin came out of those beautiful lips of yours... I have a sudden urge to help you out of that dress.

Some marry because they are in love. Others marry to have sex ... without the guilt.

What__ bothering me is you always seem ready to snap my head off my shoulders and I__ not comfortable with that.

Oh, I have felt lust. And I've indulged lust. But no other woman has turned me into another person.

You__e going to have to do better than that if you want to get into my metaphysical pants.

I couldn't understand how boldness and sorrow, how you're so hard and do you really care for me? could be so thoroughly bound together. Nor could I begin to fathom how someone so seemingly vulnerable, hesitant, and eager to confide so many uncertainties about herself could, with one and the same gesture, reach into my pants with unabashed recklessness and hold on to my cock and squeeze it.

Miss McClure..._ he had been talking while her mind drifted off. She brought her gaze back to his face, trying to focus on the flinty stare and thin line of his lips. __orry, I was distracted. And can__ you call me Bryn?_____l try, but generally I prefer a more formal approach in business dealings. It keeps the relationship clear.___ike, you in charge, the other person in submission?_ The words popped out before she edited herself. Her eyes grew large as she watched his face go through a change of expression. A slight smile hovered at the corner of his mouth.__es, something like that. Might I get a refill?_ He held up his empty glass.

Is that how you get propositioned at the court? 'Mylady, would you be so kind as to allow me to put my manhood in your vagina'?

I have female friends that get mails from publishers that read 'Hey. I heard you write about sex. This is a very popular topic now'.