I don't see anything in here that would cause sexual arousal or desire.
"Perfect", he groaned. "You are perfect." He sank his teeth into her ass, hard, drawing blood. "And now you wear my mark", he finished proudly. "Your ass is mine."
If God had meant us to walk around naked, he would never have invented the wicker chair.
I urge all our listeners to masturbate. Right now. Because it takes the wind right out of the sex drive. We don't want rapists going into society half-cocked and ready to go. If they masturbate, they'll say, 'Uhh...I think I'll rape tomorrow instead.'
The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.
Desire is in men a hunger, in women only an appetite.
Literature is mostly about having sex and not much about having children; life is the other way around.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, but yet the body is his book.
Hornover: what one wakes up with the morning after a night of getting too horny without release.
The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.
