“Lovemaking is the ultimate Namaste.”
Source: Sex With God: Meditations on the sacred nature of sex in a post-purity-culture world
“In America they distrust happy people.”
Source: Everything Sad Is Untrue
“Sacred sexuality is a dance of offering rather than demanding. A dance of giving and receiving, one with the other, and back again.”
Source: Sex With God: Meditations on the sacred nature of sex in a post-purity-culture world
“Sex is the great equaliser in life. Whether you're rich or poor, smart or stupid, beautiful or ugly, the pleasure pitch of erogenous zones, the quality of orgasm is not affected. Sex gives everyone equal opportunity.”
Source: Scorched Earth
“A tiny part of me felt like I'd won the man lottery and here I was both counting and spending the money. Our skin agreed. We pressed our luck—first his, then mine, then ours—until we had smoothed our way into the thick of it, until nothing else was possible except to get through to each other, in and on through each other, until we eased into the other side.”
Source: The Princess Diarist
“You are intensely desirable to the one who matters most; God, the throbbing center of love which holds the universe together. All other desires are watery reflections of that pure potency.”
Source: Sex With God: Meditations on the sacred nature of sex in a post-purity-culture world
“Sexual climax has many similarities to the omega/alpha concept. At orgasm there is an intensity of focus so extreme that all other awareness disappears. In that moment we cease to be anything other than the experience itself. Our beings are consumed so that all our senses fall away and we have little or no control over what is happening.”
Source: Sex With God: Meditations on the sacred nature of sex in a post-purity-culture world
“God desires for us to have intimacy with them and with each other. God wants consummation that is replete with love and depth of knowing; true intimacy, which penetrates deeper than the texture of a thigh or the color of a nipple.”
Source: Sex With God: Meditations on the sacred nature of sex in a post-purity-culture world
“It's like fårikål." Maya's tone is matter-of-fact recalling the traditional pungent dish of boiled cabbage and mutton with bone, seasoned with whole black peppercorns. "There's nothing better when you only get it once in a while. Seasonally. But if it were on your plate every day, you'd eventually start to lose your appetite for mutton. Sometimes the smell is enough. Or just the thought of it fills you up."
Lisbeth is not the only one grinning now, she knows Kat and Sina are picturing the same thing she is: a naked Steinar with twisted ram's horns covering his ears. His pointy nose quivering, sniffing boiled cabbage and peppercorns.”
Source: Pieces of Happiness
“It wasn't me. Mrs Queenie Bligh, she wasn't even there. This woman was a beauty -- he couldn't get enough of her. He liked the downy softness of the blonde hairs on her legs. Her nipples were the pinkest he'd ever seen. Her throat -- he just had to kiss her throat. This woman was as sexy as any starlet on a silver screen. The zebra of their legs twined and untwined together on the bed. Her hands, pale as a ghost's, caressed every part of his nut-brown skin. She was so desirable he polished her with hot breath -- his tongue lapping between her legs like a cat with cream. It wasn't me. This woman watching his buttocks rise and fall sucked at every finger on his hand. She clawed his back and cried out until his mouth lowering down filled hers with his eager tongue. It wasn't me. This woman panted and thrust and bit. And when he rolled her over she yelped wickedly into the pillow. Mrs Queenie Bligh would never do such a thing. That one, Mrs Bligh, usually worked out what she could make for dinner during sexual relations with her husband. But this woman, if it hadn't been for the blackout, could have lit up London.”
Source: Small Island