#sex

I wasn't in love with her. And she didn't love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#sex #love

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs. ↗

— Dylan Thomas

#love #naughty #poem #sex #shipwreck

Woah, their gorgeous not so fast I haven't even catched your name or your number" - Jaxson Evans ↗

— Brit Gosik

#random #romantic #sexy #funny

It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#sex-appeal #love

All day and all night my desire for you unwinds like a poisonous snake. ↗

— Samar Sen

#love #romance #sex #love

You're not celibate, then?" I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes. "No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate. ↗

— E.L. James

#anastasia #anastasia-steele #celibate #christian #christian-grey

One thing I've learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that. ↗

— Norman Mailer

#love

I wanted to make love in the rain, but owing to unfavorable (or, rather favorable) weather conditions, I took to the shower as a suitable substitute.
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— Jarod Kintz

#make-love #rain #sex #shower #substitute

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet. ↗

— Andy Warhol

#fantasy-love #imaginary-sex #imagination #love #sex

fuck she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch. it's only human. now we've got to do it. I've got to do it after all that bluff. it's like a party-- two trapped idiots. under the sheets after I have snapped off the light her panties are still on. she expects an opening performance. I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned? we didn't have to do it yet we had to do it. it was something like establishing new credibility with the income tax man. I get the panties off. I decide not to tongue her. even then I'm thinking about after it's over. we'll sleep together tonight trying to fit ourselves inside the wallpaper. I try, fail, notice the hair on her head mostly notice the hair on her head and a glimpse of nostrils piglike I try it again. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#love