Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.
It is love rather than sexual lust or unbridled sexuality if, in addition to the need or want involved, there is also some impulse to give pleasure to the persons thus loved and not merely to use them for our own selfish pleasure.
For everybody knows that it requires very little to satisfy the gentlemen, if a woman will only give her mind to it.
Pleasure is nothing else but the intermission of pain.
Sex hasn't been the same since women started enjoying it.
The vocabulary of pleasure depends on the imagery of pain.
I understand by this passion the union of desire, friendship, and tenderness, which is inflamed by a single female, which prefers her to the rest of her sex, and which seeks her possession as the supreme or the sole happiness of our being.
There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience.
There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.
Sex: the pleasure is momentary, the position ridiculous, and the expense damnable.