Sex Quotes Novels & Stories

"There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." You don't like sex?" He cut her off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Was he even listening to her? Talking to him was futile. How could he even think she was asexual after their first sex? "Most ladies in the slave quarters are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You and your twin sister need to explore a bit to figure out what you both are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dub-sub in my bed?"

Or should I just ask someone? “Look under sex for dummies.” Stella laughs.

"I was suddenly curious about one thing. May I ask you a question?" Without thinking twice, Sean nodded in approval. Sean already knew that Angel's questions were never complicated. "You can ask anything." Angel moistened her lips, glancing at Sean. "I have to admit having sex with you is always great, and you know how to pamper my body." Angel said with red cheeks. She was actually shy about discussing sexual matters, but she continued to be curious. Sean laughed lightly. "Yes I know it. But that's not a question, it's a statement."

She poked me again, "shut up.. it's not like you've never wanted to have your needs fulfilled.." "Well is it so hard to stick to one person?" "Wasn't about that to me. First of all, lesbian sex is different than what you guys do, you wouldn't know.." I knew exactly what she was talking about but I kept my mouth shut and raised a brow, "riiiight.. it's not like you have a panis you're hiding from me." She laughed and looked at her closet with guilt all over her face. This time I poked her ass, "oh my God Paris you are such a sex freak.."

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.”

"It was my way of pushing him to grow up or give up. Sex doesn't heal everything. It's not the fucking answer to everything." "It's not?" I asked earnestly. "I can think of the times in my life when I was most broken, and sex would have been quite appreciated to bring the balm of pleasure. I can't think of anything that links two people together more than making love. Why would that bother you?" "Because, Kendal. Damon uses sex as a tool or a playing piece in his games. It's not the connecting of souls, which would be beautiful. It's dominance, control, ownership."

“You smell nice. Not like a woman, they’re all other-level smelling. But you smell nice.” Shadow pressed a kiss against Raven’s forehead. “I liked that. Did you?” “Yeah,” Raven decided. “Yeah, I did.” “Sex is weird, eh?” Shadow shifted slightly onto his side so that they were intimately face to face as Raven’s head still rested on his bicep. He put his hand onto Raven’s hip. “We’re designed to have it, to get addicted to it even. It releases all these chemicals in the brain and shit, and it’s good for us – it helps keep us healthy. Tempie tells me it’s good for preventing prostate cancer, and for women’s pelvic whatever. She reckons people should view it like regular exercise. But because so

I lay under him and felt the slow flow of his semen through my body. After a while, he closed his eyes and said contentedly, “Are you satisfied today?” I shy away from his eyes. “I like it.” He squeezed my chin and forced me to look at him. “For the past 12 days, I've wanted to fuck you every day. But you've been sleeping with your back to me every night, and it's been hard on me. Did you know that s.ex is also a way to resolve a couple's fight?” Do couples have s.ex when they're fighting?

Kinks: gloryhole, multiple cocks, rough sex, exhibitionism Sara's heart thumped wildly in her chest as she and Mia entered the dimly lit, pulsing gloryhole bar. The heavy bass reverberated through the walls, vibrating every nerve ending in her body. The humid air hit her skin like a caress, carrying with it the scent of sex and taboo promises. It was their 27th birthday, and this was the ultimate gift they had fantasized about for months - a night of pure, anonymous indulgence.

The sex club smelled like sweat, cum, and leather. Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Keon hadn’t touched her right in months. Their fucking had turned soft, forgettable—quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. Fucked until her pussy gushed. A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her tits bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.