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“It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.”
― Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual

“Creepy is being attached to an outcome. If you approach someone with the goal of sex, and hten find thins not going in that direction, you may try to steer things back to sex. This is creepy.”
― Allison Moon, Girl Sex 101

“What about sleeping arrangements?"
Cassandra felt her stomach flip, not unpleasantly, and her face began to warm. "Perhaps we should have our own rooms, and you could visit?"
"Certainly." Tom fiddled with a pencil. "I'll want to visit fairly often."
She glanced at the empty doorway before turning her attention back to him. "How often?"
Tom set down the pencil and drummed his fingers on the tabletop. "In the past, I've gone for long periods of time without... hang it, what's the polite word for it?"
"I don't think there is a polite one."
"During a drought, so to speak, I've always focused my energy on work. But when it's available... that is... when I've found the right woman... I tend to be..." Tom paused, mentally riffling through various words. "... demanding. Do you understand?"
"No."
That provoked a wry grin. Tom lowered his head briefly, then slanted a look up at her. A flicker of firelight caught in his green eye and made it gleam like a cat's. "What I'm trying to say is, I expect I'll be keeping you busy every night, for a while.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

“To say that sex is not a 'need' is one of the most abominable lies perpetrated on humanity by the Christian church.”
― Laurence Galian, 666: Connection with Crowley

“Uriah is a good soldier—but a poor husband. He's not interested in spending time in bed with me. He'd rather be with his army friends. If my husband won't satisfy my needs, I have a right to have them satisfied by someone else.”
― Chester Brown, Mary Wept Over the Feet of Jesus: Prostitution and Religious Obedience in the Bible

“She's so small, it's alarming, like handling fine crystal beneath him. He's constantly worried about crushing her, but she doesn't seem to mind him on top. In fact, she pulls him that much closer, eager for more.
Eden sucks on his bottom lip, raking her fingers through his hair like she's searching for a lifeline out in the middle of murky waters. She rolls her hips against him again, unleashing lava through his veins. Her hands are just as greedy as his, dragging down to the front of his chest, wandering further to the front of his pants. Eden palms at his erection through the stiff fabric of his jeans, and he just about loses it.
"Eden---"
There's something ravenous in her eyes. Something seductive and dangerous. It's pure, unadulterated hunger. They're both chefs. They should know.
They move with purpose. Eden undoes his belt, he slips his hands beneath her shirt. She gropes the front of his boxer briefs, he lightly squeezes her small breasts. He mouths at the delicate skin of her throat, she parts her legs that much wider. They breathe as one, panting and groaning and drowning in the pursuit of pleasure.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love