#sex

In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you’ll never see again. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#sex #love

It was a little like Into the Sands, with Claude Barron, which she'd seen a couple of weeks ago. In that picture Claude Barron enlists in the Foreign Legion because Rita Carrol marries another guy. The other guy turns out to be a cheater and drinker, and so Rita Carrol leaves him and travels out to the desert where Claude Barron if fighting the Arabs. By the time Rita Carrol gets there he’s in the hospital, wounded, or not a hospital really but just a tent and she tells him she loves him and Claude Barron says, “I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.” And then he dies. Tessie cried buckets. Her mascara ran, staining the collar of her blouse something awful. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#pg- #love

I cant take it like this much longer, Milt," Karen said muffledly into the big CKC shirt with its male smell, allowing herself the luxury of letting the bars all the way down for once, enjoying for just this moment the eternal degradation of being a woman. "I cant take it much longer," she whimpered, tasting it, the eternally caught and held hard in the grasp of some man, the forever humiliated heavy weight it was impossible to squirm out from under, the forever helpless except for the mercy of him who always takes what he wants without any, and that all women learn instinctively not to expect [...] That was all they wanted. That was all any of them wanted. You give them the greatest thing you possess, the most intimate secret, and they --- just take it. Well, let them have it. Let them all have some of it. Let them root and rut and rowel, as if it was no more important than that why were they all so anxious to keep it away from each other? ↗

— James Jones

#gender-politics #men #misanthropy #monogamy #power

No woman gets an orgasm from shining the kitchen floor. ↗

— Betty Friedan

#housekeeping #orgasm #sex #sexuality #women

Freud's view is that all love is sexual in its origin or its basis. Even those loves which do not appear to be sexual or erotic have a sexual root or core. They are all sublimations of the sexual instinct. ↗

— Mortimer Adler

#basis #core #even #freud #instinct

It was the sexual chemistry I wanted more of. It was electric. I'd forgotten what it was like to be with someone who excited you in every sense of the word, who thrilled and frightened you in equal measure. ↗

— Lucy Robinson

#lust #sexual-chemistry #thrill #equality

I oppose the attempts of homosexual activists to treat homosexual activity as a civil right to be protected and promoted by the government. ↗

— Todd Akin

#activity #attempts #civil #civil right #government

So many details came into focus. The shape of his lips, the line of his neck. “I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.” And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #cute #dangerous #kissing #love

At a pool party, with everybody around, a guy and I had sex in the pool, but nobody knew it. ↗

— Krista Allen

#everybody #guy #had #i #knew

Chasing the sensation. Whether it was drugs or sex or whatever. Those things had become my main focus in life. ↗

— Rick Allen

#chasing #focus #had #life #main