The fact is I am not having sex. But I feel absolutely ripe for the, what would you say? plucking?
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When something possesses me, I go ahead and do it.
If I'm not interested in a woman, I'm straight-forward. Right after sex, I usually say, 'I can't do this anymore. Thanks for coming over!'
I'm not a very good lover. I'm so nervous about my sexuality.
I haven't had sex in eight months. To be honest, I now prefer to go bowling.
If I practised sex, out of moral conviction, that was one thing; but to enjoy it... seemed a defeat.
By the way, you won't put that thing in about me wanting to have sex on a football pitch, will you?
No pleasure has any savor for me without communication.
I've never had to pretend to be having sex with somebody. I'm like the queen of the foreplay dissolve.
There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to.
Do not bite at the bait of pleasure, till you know there is no hook beneath it.