Love Sex and CrimeNearly 100 Crimes are committed in the name of Love and only one is committed in the name of Sex.

I make love like hello, good to meet you. I would say hi, but I like to stretch it out and really make the sex last.

Now they are lovers. The first, wild courses are ended. They have founded their domain. A satanic happiness follows.

I'm sort of a girly guy in that I love cats, rainbows, sunsets, flowers, trees, and sex. But not sex with trees.

Just like real sex, the touching was good, but there came a point in time when a woman needed to be filled - deeply.

To talk about love isn’t as good as to make about love. During sexual intercourse, I’m very approximate.

A quick and brutal fuck from behind usually served as an effective reminder of where you stood in the pack hierarchy.

I push back against him, meeting his forceful pounds with my eager pu*sy. Riding the razors edge of climactic heaven.

Cupid and Bacchus my saints are,May drink and love still reign,With wine I wash away my cares,And then to cunt again.

Sex drives the world and sex in on every human mind, be it a prophet or be it a saint, history has full of evidences.

I get sex. I completely get sex—even though I don’t get sex. I understand it, but I never have it.


I wiped my jaw with a forearm, half imagining that I could still feel the product of the quickie out back of the bar.

I know sex sells. I also know gametes are sex cells. Her and I had chemistry together, and that’s just biology.

In some ways blowjobs are better than sex because when you have a mouthful of cock you can't make snide comments.

I make love like Jello-O is liquid. And I masturbate like Jell-O is solid. I’m tired of sex with blow up dolls.