The way I go about a lovemaking scene is that we will talk about it during the rehearsing time.
My biggest sex fantasy is we're making love and I realize I'm out of debt.
I make love with a focus and intensity that most people reserve for sleep.
I'll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I'm late start without me.
Sex is the best high. It's better than any drug. I want to die making love because it feels so good.
One thing I've learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that.
And yet another moral occurs to me now: Make love when you can. It's good for you.
To make love to the one true person who deserves that love is one of the few absolute rewards of being a human being, balancing all of the pain, loss, awkwardness, loneliness, idiocy, compromise, and clumsiness that go with the human condition. To make love to the right person makes up for a lot of mistakes.
Now that I had actually made love, more astonishingly now that I had been made love to, the fantasies were subtly undermined.
Making love to a person in their sleep is the only guarantee they'll wake up with a smile on their face.