天右嚔赤

“Find what you love and let it kill you.”
― Charles Bukowski

“You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.”
― Ana?s Nin

“It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it.”
― Candace Bushnell, Sex and the City

“Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.”
― George Carlin

“We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.”
― Tom Robbins

“Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.”
― Virginia Woolf

“If you want to get laid, go to college. If you want an education, go to the library.”
― Frank Zappa

“Sex is part of nature. I go along with nature.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“We are all born sexual creatures,thank God, but it's a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“The difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension and love causes it.”
― Woody Allen

“sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love”
― Gabriel Garc┴a M│rquez

“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.”
― Hunter S. Thompson

“The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.”
― George Carlin

“No woman gets an orgasm from shining the kitchen floor. ”
― Betty Friedan

“Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.”
― Charles Bukowski

“Is sex dirty? Only when it's being done right.”
― Woody Allen

“Some guys look at you like they only want sex. Jace looks at you like you've had sex - it was great and now you're just friends. Drives girls crazy. Know what I mean?" Yes. Clary thought. "No." Clary said.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Flirting is a woman¨s trade, one must keep in practice.”
― Charlotte Bront?, Jane Eyre

“Physics is like sex: sure, it may give some practical results, but that's not why we do it.”
― Richard P. Feynman

“An intellectual is a person who has discovered something more interesting than sex.”
― Aldous Huxley

“It¨s absolutely unfair for women to say that guys only want one thing: sex. We also want food.”
― Jarod Kintz, $3.33

“Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“So, Grace, how's school?" I asked myself.
Dad nodded, eyes on the baby koala now struggling in the guest's arms.
"Oh, it's fine," I continued, and Dad made a mumbling noise of agreement. I added, "Nothing special, aside from the load of pandas they brought in, and the teachers abandoning us to cannibalistic savages-" I paused to see if I'd caught his attention yet, then pressed on. "The whole building caught fire, then I failed drama, and then sex, sex, sex."
Dad's eyes abruptly focused, and he turned to me and frowned. "What did you say they were teaching you in school?”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“I couldn't speak. It wasn't because I was frightened. I was entranced, frozen in place by a crisp, terrifyingly icy beauty. Her gorgeousness seemed like a taboo, something forbidden to approach or even speak of, never mind touch.”
― Wataru Watari, やはり鯵の楳敢ラブコメはまちがっている。4

“But did he know that I'd already forgiven him for having rejected me?”
― Maryam Schonbeck, My Heresy: A romantic story that will get you thinking.

“Bat¨s hips begin to thrust up, his hand surrenders control of her head and lays back to expose all...”
― Bat Maxwell, The Color of Honey

“Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is.”
― Barbara Bush

“I've given guys blow jobs just because I've run out of things to talk about.'
Oh, Rae. Who hasn't”
― Anne Lamott, Crooked Little Heart

“I want you,￣ she said. ＾Naked.￣

His nostrils flared as if he was soaking in the scent of her arousal. ＾Tally, honey, I can¨t get any more naked. That¨s my cock you¨re playing with.￣

She grazed him lightly, very lightly, with her teeth for that remark. He swore again but didn¨t make any attempt to take control. ＾I want you,￣ she said, ＾naked and on your front.￣

＾Why?￣ A suspicious growl.

＾So I can stroke you. Pet you. Love you.￣ She ran her nails along the inside of one thigh, felt him shudder. ＾At least half an hour.￣ Bending again, she closed her mouth over the top of his erection without warning. Something definitely tore this time.

＾酷顎界一!￣

She released him. ＾Yes?￣

＾Yes! Damn it, yes! Now suck me or I¨m going to have you on your back so fast, you¨ll！￣ His threat ended in a roar as she took as much of him in her mouth as she could fit.

Clay, she decided, tasted good. Very good. She liked giving him this pleasure. But more, she liked that he allowed her to see the extremity of his reaction, no holds barred. So she loved him, learned him, tasted him. And when he tugged at her hair to pull her off him, she resisted.”
― Nalini Singh, Mine to Possess