"sex"タグの名言

El secreto de la felicidad, o, por lo menos, de la tranquilidad, es saber separar el sexo del amor. Y, si es posible, eliminar el amor romántico de tu vida, que es el que hace sufrir. Así se vive más tranquilo y se goza más.

For the first time, Ted imagined fucking Anna the way he (almost) fucked Rachel: cruelly, without concern for her comfort, fully acknowledging that as much as he loved her, he hated her, too.

Being a sugar baby was like being a groupie, but for any guy who was rich.

The idea of dating anyone for money wasn't considered respectable, even though that was something practiced since the beginning of time.

A man who wants a woman who’s uncomplicated doesn’t truly want love, because he doesn’t truly want a woman. Because all women are complicated. Girls are complicated. The only things not complicated are transactions, and that’s what Matthew and I had. And with our arrangement, I realized, he wasn’t paying for sex. He was paying for me to be uncomplicated, and I accepted the money to hide who I really was.

I should warn you in advance that I want you to know me and why I became a sugar baby. Most people aren’t comfortable with the idea of older men dating younger girls and exchanging money, so it’s important to me that you get why I did what I did. And I want you to understand that the difference between being a sugar baby versus being a prostitute is the connection. Although sometimes “sugar dating” is just a code for escorting, those people are just not doing it right. To really sugar date correctly, you have to feel something for the man who takes care of you, and he has to feel something for you. And you won’t feel anything for either of us if I don’t tell you all the good and bad parts of the story. And believe me, there are a lot of good things and a lot of bad things to this story.

Sex is often had by someone to whom it means everything with someone to whom it means nothing.

Where his skin touched hers, it felt like there was a current of pure magic between them. It was enough to boil her veins.

People confuse love with sex. Having sex doesn’t mean you’re in love. Sex with the wrong partner destroys. Wrong mating is the major cause of the devastation the world is witnessing. If only true love could reign in the hearts of couples, then the entire world would witness peace. Harmony in the homes would create cohesion in the communities and cohesion in the communities spells agreement amongst nations and that would readily translate to global peace. But tension-filled homes which are the products of loveless relationships are infecting the bloodstream of international relationship and that’s the number one reason for chaos everywhere. The chap with a gun shooting down others I can tell you is a child from a loveless home. He knows no love and can’t extend it either. The world has plenty of sex but is wanting in love.

I would. When we do we won’t know where it starts and where it ends. Sex for us would be a spice in our soup pot of love mixed with other ingredients to make our lives’ meals exciting. A spice alone can’t cook you a soup. You need dozens of ingredients to make it work. People burn their love pots for failure to combine the basic ingredients.

Women deformed by the pornographic sexual template perceive other women as masturbatory objects.

Sex has, through being photographed, become a thing to be observed, to be performed, rather than experienced so deeply that it is unnecessary even to open one’s eyes.

IGNORING HER is only teaching her to live without you. Guys be thinking she is suffering, the whole time she's adjusting.⌛

Women who are not boring have realized that men do not like sex as much as it is generally believed.

Reva often spoke about 'settling down.' That sounded like death to me. 'I'd rather be alone than anybody's live-in prostitute,' I said to Reva.

Christ, I loathe women. But I can't get going on the other tack either. And you needn't blush and look coy, I never fancied you. I know what you got up to with Fritzie Eitel! No—but I'd have had old Wilfred if he'd asked me. What did old Wilfred do for sex? No one ever knew. Perhaps he didn't have any, and if so good on him.

i have a fatal attraction to your mismatched fragments & your meaningless tangents seem to mean the world to me.

Make love to her mind but don’t leave her mindfucked.

When my skin had gone back to its even tone I slept with another man and discovered, my hands lying awkwardly on the sheet at either side of me, that I had forgotten what to do with them. I'm responsible and an adult again, full time. What remains is that my sensation thermostat has been thrown out of whack; it's been years and sometimes I wonder whether my body will ever again register above lukewarm.

During my time in high altitude astronomy, I became aware of workers having gender issues. Many years later I discovered that sex hormones were affected by high altitude exposures.