138 Sex Quotes

Nine-tenths of the appeal of pornography is due to the indecent feelings concerning sex which moralists inculcate in the young; the other tenth is physiological, and will occur in one way or another whatever the state of the law may be.

Marriage is for women the commonest mode of livelihood, and the total amount of undesired sex endured by women is probably greater in marriage than in prostitution.

Joy of life... depends upon a certain spontaneity in regard to sex. Where sex is repressed, only work remains, and a gospel of work for work's sake never produced any work worth doing.

To say that historical conditions made personal life possible, and with it the self-consciousness that allowed psychoanalysis to emerge, is to tell half the story: one also has to consider that the erotic impulse, ever pressing for satisfaction, had something to do with making the history that encouraged its expression.

Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.

When authorities warn you of the sinfulness of sex, there is an important lesson to be learned. Do not have sex with the authorities.

During sex, my girlfriend always wants to talk to me. Just the other night she called me from a hotel.

The suppression of natural sexual gratification leads to various kinds of substitute gratifications. Natural aggression, for example, becomes brutal sadism which then is an essential mass-psychological factor in imperialistic wars.

'If I'm gonna commit suicide, I'll go out eatin' pussy to death.'

'Playing acoustic guitar is like having sex with your clothes on. I mean you know how to do it, but it's more difficult.'

'Adam knew Eve his wife and she conceived.' It is a pity that this is still the only knowledge of their wives at which some men seem to arrive.

The sex relation is not a personal relation. It can be irresistibly desired and rapturously consummated between persons who could not endure one another for a day in any other relation.

'The differences between the sexes are the single most important fact of human society.'

'This is what sexual liberation chiefly accomplishes-it liberates young women to pursue married men.'

Never pass up a chance to have sex or appear on television.

Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation- the other eight are unimportant.

Where do babies come from? Don't bother asking adults. They lie like pigs. However, diligent independent research and hours of playground consultation have yielded fruitful, if tentative, results. There are several theories. Near as we can figure out, it has something to do with acting ridiculous in the dark. We believe it is similar to dogs when they act peculiar and ride each other. This is called 'making love'. Careful study of popular song lyrics, advertising catch-lines, TV sitcoms, movies, and T-Shirt inscriptions offers us significant clues as to its nature. Apparently it makes grown-ups insipid and insane. Some graffiti was once observed that said 'sex is good.' All available evidence, however, points to the contrary.

Regarding love... what can you say? It's not the quantity of your sexual relations that counts. It's the quality. On the other hand if the quantity drops below once every eight months, I would definitely look into it.

Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.

I can understand companionship. I can understand bought sex in the afternoon, but I cannot understand the love affair.

That's the trouble, a sex symbol becomes a thing. But if I'm going to be a symbol of something, I'd rather it be sex than some of the things we've got symbols of... I just hate to be a thing.

The strangest thing about humans is the way they pair up, males and females. Constantly at war with each other, never content to leave each other alone. They never seem to grasp the idea that males and females are separate species with completely different needs and desires, forced to come together only to reproduce.

Sex and death are two things that come but once in my lifetime, but at least after death you're not nauseous.

Him: Come to my quarters tomorrow at three. Sonja: I can't. Him: Please! Sonja: It's immoral. What time? Him: Who is to say what is moral? Sonja: Morality is subjective. Him: Subjectivity is objective. Sonja: Moral notions imply attributes to substances which exist only in relational duality. Him: Not as an essential extension of ontological existence. Sonja: Can we not talk about sex so much?

I feel sex is a beautiful thing between two people. Between five, it's fantastic.

Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy

I'm very romantic, I'm extremely romantic. I date my wife.?... That's one thing guys don't understand. This is something that you would be very surprised that I understand, is that men are microwaves and women are pressure cookers. Men want sex, bang; women like romance. Guys, learn how to romance.

The notion is that if you want to welcome me with open arms, I'm afraid you're also going to have to welcome me with open legs. (February 4, 2002 interview by Terry Gross with Gene Simmons on NPR's Fresh Air)

The more I think about sex, the better it gets. Here we have a purpose in life: Good for the blood circulation, Good for releasing the tension, The root of our reincarnations.

Sex is difficult; yes. But those tasks that have been entrusted to us are difficult; almost everything serious is difficult; and everything is serious. If you just recognize this and manage, out of yourself, out of your own talent and nature, out of your own experience and childhood and strength, to achieve a wholly individual relation to sex (one that is not influenced by convention and custom), then you will no longer have to be afraid of losing yourself and becoming unworthy of your dearest possession.

Sonja: Sex without love is an empty experience! Boris: Yes, but as empty experiences go, it's one of the best!

Love is the answer, but while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty interesting questions.

As long as sexual relations are complicated by religious, social and financial considerations, so long will they cause all kinds of cowardly, dishonourable and disgusting behaviour.

Rock music is sex music and violent music.

Peter Peter pumpkin eater, Had a wife, loved to beat her Smacked her twice across the head, Fucked her ass and went to bed!

Hickory dickory dock, Some chick was sucking my cock. When the clock struck two, I blew my goo and dumped the bitch on the next block!

Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner eating a pizza pie. He shit pepperoni, and blew his friend Tony Then wiped his mouth on his tie!

Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Eating her curds and whey. Along came a spider, And sat down beside her and said, Hey, what's in the bowl bitch?

Jack Spratt could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean. So Jack ignored her flabby tits, And licked her asshole clean!

Mary, Mary quite contrary, Trim that pussy it's too damn hairy!

Little Bo Peep fucked her sheep Blew her horse and licked his feet. She ate his asshole very nice, Tongued his balls not once, but twice!

Patty cake, Patty cake Baker's man. If your chick's on her period Just fuck her in the can!

Roses are red, Violets are blue. I fucked your mother's ass, And she had you!

Hickory Dickory Dock My balls fell out of my jock. I laid them to rest On some hooker's chest And paddled her face with my cock.

Roll, roll, roll your cunt Gently down my prick. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Then you'll suck my dick.

Twinkle twinkle little star, Will she blow me in the car. I bought her dinner, she had fun. My balls are boiling, I'd like to come.

Jack and Betty, up in a tree F-U-C-K-I-N-G First comes Betty, then comes Jack Then comes the goo from Betty's crack.

I am not suggesting that there should be no morality and no self-restraint in regard to sex, any more than in regard to food. In regard to food we have restraints of three kinds, those of law, those of manners, and those of health. We regard it as wrong to steal food, to take more than our share at a common meal, and to eat in ways that are likely to make us ill. Restraints of a similar kind are essential where sex is concerned, but in this case they are much more complex and involve much more self-control. Moreover, since one human being ought not to have property in another, the analogue of stealing is not adultery, but rape, which obviously must be forbidden by law. The questions that arise in regard to health are concerned almost entirely with venereal disease.

Every time a man's being nice to you [women], he's offering you dick.

I been pumping pussy since Christ was a corporal. I can tell you, the best damned poontang I ever paid for was in Da Nang. The girls were checked out daily. And we got ourself laid in a safe, orderly, proficient, military manner. That is until some suckhead writes home mama and says he dipped his wick in the Republic of South Vietnam. Then the shit hits the fan. A committee of congressmen, who asshole to asshole who couldn't make a beer fart in a whirlwind, start telling your basic-ass-in-the-grass, Marine 'No more shore time'. We responded in true Marine Corps fashion. We salute, do an about face, double time back to the boom-boom garbage dump where we get the clap, and the drip, and the crabs and a generally poor attitude towards the female of the species. War is hell, boy. That's a fact! (as Gunnery Sgt. Tom 'Gunny' Highway in 'Heartbreak Ridge' - 1986)

The erotic world he depicts is one of casual pickups and short-lived affairs. Love, there, is rarely more than physical passion, and when tenderer emotions exist, they are almost always one-sided. At the same time, he refuses to pretend that his memories of sensual pleasure are unhappy or spoiled by feelings of guilt.

'Even though I've found God, I still love blow jobs, and I still say fuck.'

And they say that after people make love there's a kind of melancholia that descends; la petite mort, you know, the little death. Well, I'm here to tell you, after a romantic night in with yourself, there's a very acute sensation of failed suicide.

There are two kinds of sex, classical and baroque. Classical sex is romantic, profound, serious, emotional, moral, mysterious, spontaneous, abandoned, focused on a particular person, and stereotypically feminine. Baroque sex is pop, playful, funny, experimental, conscious, deliberate, amoral, anonymous, focused on sensation for sensation's sake, and stereotypically masculine. The classical mentality taken to an extreme is sentimental and finally puritanical; the baroque mentality taken to an extreme is pornographic and finally obscene. Ideally, a sexual relation ought to create a satisfying tension between the two modes (a baroque idea, particularly if the tension is ironic) or else blend them so well that the distinction disappears (a classical aspiration).

Rarely does a loose woman have a tight pussy.

I never fucked a ten, but one night, I fucked five twos.

No one should ever have any object placed inside their asshole that is larger than a fist and less loving than a dildo.

Un homme ne peut se marier sans avoir etudie l'anatomie et disseque une femme au moins.

I had a blowjob once. I didn't like the taste.

Don't lecture me on race relations. I don't have a molecule of prejudice. I've been in battle with every kind of man there is. I've been in bed with every kind of woman there is - from a Laplander to a Tierra del Fuegian. If I'd ever been to the South Pole, there'd be a hell of a lot of penguins who looked like me.

Maybe God isn't the sex police, Richard. Sometimes I think Christians get all hung up on the sex thing because it's easier to worry about sex than to ask yourself, am I a good person? If as long as you don't have sex with a lot of people, that's easy. [:] It makes it easy to be cruel, because as long as you're not fucking around, nothing you do can be that bad. Is that really all you think of God?

I swear people don't want sex so much as they want somebody who'll listen to 'em ... the first thing you learn after fellatio is how to listen.

There's no real way for women to really learn about sex in our culture... There are articles about sex in women's magazines, but that's not the kind of information I'm after. There was this article in Cosmopolitan about How To Look Good In Bed with your lover. It was these tips like, if you put your arm under your breasts they're higher... or if you're laying on your back, your stomach is flat, or if you're having anal sex, he can't see your cellulite! That is wrong, because I get so ugly when I fuck and I don't care. And if you care what I look like when you're fucking me, you shouldn't be fucking me in the first place!!

You have no sex life whatsoever. Don't you realize how dangerous that is? You don't even masturbate. The tension and hostility inside you must be tremendous.

I did not have sex with that woman. I wanted to! (Man of the Year, 2006)

When my wife has sex with me there's always a reason. The other night she used me to time an egg.

Sex can be defined fairly adequately in physiological terms as consisting of the building up of bodily tensions and their release. Eros, in contrast, is the experiencing of the personal intentions and meaning of the act. Whereas sex is a rhythm of stimulus and response, eros is a state of being. The pleasure of sex is described by Freud and others as the reduction of tension; in eros, on the contrary, we wish not to be released from the excitement but rather to hang on to it, to bask in it, and even to increase it. The end toward which sex points is gratification and relaxation, whereas eros is a desiring, longing, a forever reaching out, seeking to expand.

I could be content that we might procreate like trees, without conjunction, or that there were any way to perpetuate the world without this trivial and vulgar act of coition; It is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life, nor is there anything that will more deject his cooled imagination, when he shall consider what an odd and unworthy piece of folly he hath committed.

Sex is only dirty if it's done right.

'...then I woke up with my pants unbuttoned.' (from 'Dental Malpractice')

'I used to bang broads like they were going outta style. Back in them days you could bang 'em for about--10 at a time for a dime. We used to even make songs about it. (sings) Ten at a time for a dime, ten at a time for a DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME.' (from 'Kissel Sails')

And then he remembered that the other function of sex is punishment - men use it to humiliate women. And since turnabout is fair play, women often use it to humiliate men

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard To get her old dog a snack. The cupboard was bare, She didn't despair. She let Rover munch on her crack

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater. Whacked off in the movie theater. Sprayed his load across the screen And ruined Titanic's final scene

'I really don't care about Kirk - he stole my job, but at least I got to bang his girlfriend before he took my job - how do I taste, Kirk?' -on Hammett

Did any of these lines actually work? And even if they did, what came of it? One-night stands? Quick torrid affairs? Did any of these deliberate encounters lead to something that cured loneliness instead of simply easing the symptoms for an hour or two? [he] wasn't interested in meeting the kind of women who would come to one of those places looking for the kind of man who hoped to meet a woman there

My lyrics are blueprints to money makin/phat as that ass that honey shakin

Do you know how much a black man has to drink to sleep with Reba McEntire?

I have to tell you this- listening to you for the last ten minutes, I have the desire to pull my underwear off and jam them in your mouth.

That's right, we'd sodomize a man.

(To caller) Let me ask you, didn't you find Jesus at the Last Supper in the Passion of the Jesus to be very hot an-and sexy?

Which word would you die for, freedom or poontang?

(About making love with her husband) We sang Onward Christian Soldier, Phil, he took me like a virgin at the prison rodeo.

I've had MORE sess with MORE women than Mr. Hendrie will EVER have.

During sex, my girlfriend always wants to talk to me. Just the other night she called me from a hotel.

With me, nothing goes right. My psychiatrist said my wife and I should have sex every night. Now, we'll never see each other!

Relax... it's just sex.

I wanna be on you.

At 13 you whack off 19 times a day anyway. Imagine being on a Viagra and like a liter of Mountain Dew and home alone with the VCR on a snow day from school. His mom would come home from work and open the front door and a big avalanche of semen would come out and wash her down the street.

In America, more than anywhere else in the world, care has been taken constantly to trace clearly distinct spheres of action for the two sexes, and both are required to keep in step, but along paths that are never the same.

Women complain about sex more often than men. Their gripes fall into two major categories: (1) Not enough. (2) Too much.

They got this thing in New York, Channel J. Anybody heard of it? Well, it broadcasts nothing but ads for escort services 24 hours a day. Ads like: 'Call 1900-SLUT and the girl of your dreams will come to your house :' Let me tell you folks : the girl of my dreams doesn't blow fifty guys a day. The girl of my dreams I don't feel like eating a trucker's cum out of her pussy : The girl of my dreams you can't play connect-the-dots with the herpes sores around her anus. The girl of my dreams I'm putting on a pedestal so I can : do nasty, nasty things to her.