Sex Quotes Novels & Stories

“Okay, I’ll talk to him once I woke up. Tell Dr. Goose to spare me some time before sunset, okay?” “’kay!” ** “What do you think, Doc?” I asked after telling him my story of what happened between me and Xander. “Maybe I’m asexual, or something?” Dr. Goose sighed. “Sexual tension is not a body reaction alone, Sabrina. Your mind must be denying your partner, what can you say?” “I’m not thinking that way at that moment.” “Then, its in your subconscious.” he sighed again, and leaned on his seat. “I think my theory is still right, Sabrina. You should go and try the sexual activity with that ‘one’.”

He could see how Shanaya's cheeks had turned red at the mention of sex, and he thought of enjoying it a little longer. "What two?" Closing her eyes in frustration, Shanaya spoke with a clenched jaw and fisted hands" You know!" "No, I do not. I did not understand your question, Miss Shanaya." laughing inwardly at her inability to speak 'sex' in front of him he was enjoying it too much. "How does 'sex is not just sex' and 'my sex buddies' are relatable?" not looking at him, with her neck and face full of redness, Shanaya blabbered it all in one go and took a breath once she finished it.

Sex after sex, after sex. That's practically what the Shaming is. I know most people would like that-constant sex, but not me. The Shaming might have been wonderful if shamed right, if your pussy won't be overworked by a good number of men. The Shaming has caused wolves a lot. Broken bonds, broken homes, broken relationships, infertility, and in rare cases, infection. The Shaming simply means nonstop sex from dusk till dawn that leads to death.

he said, crossing his arms. I laughed. “Soooo what? Our sex life is going to just be what? Me laying on my back? Or worse you behind me … mounting me,” I shouted, making quotes with my fingers. Mounting me, fucking hell, who says that?? He cocked his head to the side as if he was processing my words. “Sex is supposed to be fun and wild and spontaneous. Different positions, oral, all that. But it should be sweet sometimes too, like making love,” I said, huffing with my hands on my hips.

The audience is still, the weight of her words pressing down on them, forcing them to confront their own preconceptions. “But here’s the thing,” she says, her voice softening, “sexuality is deeply personal. What fuels desire for one person might be completely different for another. And that’s where the true intersection of curiosity and trust lies. It’s in the willingness to explore, to push boundaries, to find out what truly makes you feel alive.”

“This would be much easier if I wasn’t afraid of sex.” “Sex can be a wonderful thing if done with the right person.” “You think?” I ask him sincerely. Talking with Caleb distracts me from the pain. “Sex is a way of showing your love to the person you are with. It is a way of showing how much they mean to you.” His hands caress my lower stomach. “If done with a person that loves you, it can make you feel pleasure like you never felt before.” His breath is warm on my skin. “I still feel filthy.”

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

"Wells are you sure you don’t want to consent to me? I will make you feel good I promise.” “Are you being serious?” Wells went pale. He thought he was joking around to scare him. But It no longer looked like a joke. “We are in university and I told you I don’t like Alphas?” “School sex is so hot!” “I don’t like Alphas!” Wells voice rose out of frustration. “So it’s a no I guess.” Xylon let out a sigh. Wells folded his leg that brushed against Xylon’s crotch and he felt something hard between his legs. His pupils rounded and he looked up at his face.

I watched as she took out a couple of popcorn from the kitchen cabinet and I was about to lend her a hand when I noticed a note pinned against their refrigerator. I frowned and read it loudly, "An advice for my Quinn today: Don't forget the dirty talks you tolerantly trained for a year from the mythological Sexopedia we discovered thousands of years ago under my bed. Love lots, K.S.?" I turned to Quinn confused and I found her gaping at the note with a shocked expression on her face. "Who's K.S.?" I asked, trying not to think of the horrible idea of this person was talking about on the note. My Quinn? Sexopedia? Dirty talks? It seemed like this person was making a sexual point.

My voice was flat, unimpressed. Dontrell snorted. "It amazes me how you still manage to be shy after all this time. We’ve fucked everywhere possible, Dove. They can smell you everywhere, and you still choose to be shy?" I scoffed. "I don’t care if they talk. I just don’t want them smelling my essence in my presence." He chuckled. "Fine. What do you suggest I do?" "For starters, I need a drink." He smirked. "We have bourbon, whiskey…" He paused, tilting his head. "What do women love after sex?"