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“Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she found "Mr. Right.”
― Jess C Scott, Master & Servant

“He swallowed, and his voice was a bit rough, but he was "You know, I think moving is key to this whole fucking thing."
"This does t feel good?" Gavin kissed under Jamie's ear while rubbing circles around his nipples with a hard palm.
"What is this, Fucking For Slackers?”
― K.A. Mitchell, Bad Attitude

“I quickly found the dating/hookup app to be a dangerous addition to my iPhone. A friend recommended it after shit hit the fan with my boyfriend. With enough breakups under my belt, I knew that the healthiest remedy was a solid rebound fuck or two. Tinder made it easy- too easy. Suddenly, I could sit in traffic, on the toilet, or in line at the DMV and carelessly swipe, swipe, swipe my way to dick-on-delivery. Tinder selections are based on proximity via smart phones, so there are tons of tourists, travelers, and young professionals on business trips swiping through new hunting grounds. Its loose, easy-come-easy-go method made hookups as convenient as picking up lunch. Tinder’s nonchalance went both ways. We had nothing to lose.”
― Maggie Young

“But having people meet my family was a secret fear. It would be like taking someone to a dark room to show them my anal fissures, and you can't just go introducing everybody to your anal fissures. Only special people get to see such as that.”
― Harrison Scott Key, The World's Largest Man

“Being in a public space with [Mark] Spiegler is simultaneously the best and worst. Because he's a porn agent, he's constantly on his phone yelling things like 'Your boy/girl scene tomorrow just became anal!' regardless of where we are.”
― Asa Akira, Dirty Thirty: A Memoir

“Cole was meticulous to a fault; office scuttlebut had it that he never went out in public without first having his shoelaces ironed.”
― Robert Littell, The Amateur

“Anal sex was my least favorite bedroom activity. Even through half a bottle of lube, the whole charade felt like pooping backwards. It was a negotiation token- something I begrudgingly did in exchange for backrubs and switching the television from football to Sex in the City. Anal sex was something I tolerated in order to be a cool girlfriend, because it was and still is common knowledge that that men love shoving their dicks in buttholes.
Male buttholes, however, had their own rules and regulations. Everyone knew that men who allowed rectal access were gay. I didn’t question it. I didn’t analyze it. I only knew to treat the male asshole as if it had a grenade buried inside of it that could ignite a deadly explosion of anger, trauma, and sexual confusion.”
― Maggie Young

“Yes, the hermitage is underground--miles beneath the surface of Antarctica. And yes, Ike refers to it as unten--literally 'under' or 'below.' But, hello, it's 'hyperborean'--of or relating to the arctic, frigid, very cold. The opposite of infernally hot. Well, what if it's WAY underground down near the inner core of the earth, where it's like 10,000 degrees? Well, what if it's up your ass where it's like 10,000,000 degrees? Well, what if you're a cocksucking dwarf racist retard midget dickwad? Well, what if you're a fucking scatological-bakery urinal-cake-boss motherfucking fist-fucked cow-pie anal-fissureman motherfucker?”
― Mark Leyner, The Sugar Frosted Nutsack

“People talk about anal sex as though it’s the be-all and end-all of gay identity.”
― Philip Hensher, The Emperor Waltz

“Just as a sense of wrongdoing had been integral to his [de Sade's] sexual pleasure—he preferred the anal position for moral as much as sensual reasons—the pleasure he took in immoralism was almost physical.”
― Ronald Hayman, De Sade: A Critical Biography

“Men had more threatened than offered to fuck my ass. My retort had always been that they could try, but I had to do it to them first, which defused the situation. Men tended to take this as a profound insult to their masculinity, as though they would become mincing the minute my strap-on hit their prostate.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex