Lovemaking Quotes

“If a man doesn't know how to dance he doesn't know how to make love, there I said it!”
― Craig Ferguson

“May this night come
wearing drunk cloak of love,
carrying passionate desires,
and intoxication of love!

Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that
I do not see any dreams!”
― Suman Pokhrel

“You are like a god, like an immortal one,' she whispered to me one night in our bed, her naked body pressed to mine, our sweat golden and glistening in the candlelight. 'Oh, my love,' I whispered back to her, 'I am more mortal than all. It seems that a part of me dies every night that I lie with you.”
― Roman Payne

“You've sinned, I suppose, but your punishment has been out of all proportion. They have turned you into something other than a human being. You have no power of choice any longer. You are committed to socially acceptable acts, a little machine capable only of good. And I see that clearly - that business about marginal conditionings. Music and the sexual act, literature and art, all must be a source now not of pleasure but of pain.”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“Inside her mind, she felt increasingly adrift, as if their lovemaking had reached a realm that transcended the physical body. She saw herself float above her body, past her ceiling, through her roof, and higher and higher, the entire world pulsating and alive with sensations. Even these receded as she floated above her town, the pinpoints of the shop windows and car headlights downtown, then she was even higher, above the mighty Mississippi.”
― Ray Smith, The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen

“In my old age, I was at last being permitted to make the discovery that lovemaking gets better and better with time, if it's with someone you care for.”
― Patricia Nell Warren, The Front Runner

“May I envelop myself in the bloom of your unfolding thirst”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I hide you in the embrace of my fervent heart,
may I be cradled beneath the shadow of your love
may I explore every curve of your desires
and leave an imprint on your affection,
with the kiss of my love.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I hide you in the embrace of my fervent heart.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I be cradled beneath the shadow of your love.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I explore every curve of your desires
and leave an imprint on your affection,
with the kiss of my love.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I peel away the layers of your hesitance, and untie the wings of your dormant zeal.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I caress the body of your fervent lust and awaken the latent fervor of your greater being.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I peel away the layers of your hesitance,
and untie the wings of your dormant zeal.
May I caress the body of your fervent lust
and awaken the latent fervor of your greater being.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I draw forth the nectar of your desires.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I envelop myself in the bloom of your unfolding thirst.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I enter the divine depths of your womanhood.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I melt in the blazing fire of your obsession,
may I stir every part of your sensitivity
to tremble with the intensity of my love
and fill every empty space within you.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I satiate every unsaid thirst of yours.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I satiate every unsaid thirst of yours and feel your bliss.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I dissolve into you.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I forever hide in the depths of your love.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“I would like to make love to you every day, Sween. Several times. To take time to indulge in long foreplays, from playing games to cover each other in food and lick it away, and then on to long sessions of lovemaking… In the morning… In the afternoon… At night… Soft, intense, loving, lustful, kinky… Everything. I want us to try everything.”
― Haru Ichiban, Forbidden

“There is no reason to hate anybody, because we came into existence, not by hate-making, but through love-making.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“When the head of his cock sweeps past her sweet spot yet again, something explosive erupts out of nowhere.
"Oh, fuuuuck," she whimpers. Her walls flutter around him as her whole body ignites into flames. The pleasure is all-consuming, knocking her thoughts from her mind.
Alexander huffs, stunned. "Did you--- Just from me---"
Eden covers her face with her hands, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. You just feel so good, I---"
He chuckles, pushing her hands aside to pepper her face with kisses. "Don't be sorry, it's alright. Can I keep going?"
"Yes. Yes, please. I want to make you come. Give it to me rough."
"If you want it rough, you'd better hold on to me, sweetheart."
She does so, circling his neck with her arms. He rolls his hips against her, pace picking up in rhythm. The slap of their skin combined with the sound of their filthy groans is music to her ears. He snaps his hips into her relentlessly, searching for more of that sweet friction. The bed creaks in protest beneath them, but they show no signs of slowing down.
"Fucking God, your pussy feels so good."
"Fuck, I--- Right there, oh God right there."
"So nice and tight for me. Spread your legs wider--- that's it."
Eden can feel herself growing tighter, hotter, brighter. She can hardly breathe, and her heart is racing a mile a minute. "I think--- Fuck, I think I'm going to come again. I'm gonna---"
Alexander claims her mouth, tongue sweeping over hers as he pins both her wrists above her head against the pillow. He fucks her harder, claiming her, pushing her closer and closer toward climax. When it happens, she moans into his mouth, quaking beneath his weight. He finds release, too, his muscles tensing as he spills over.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Shang lets her take control, setting the pace. It's maddening just how close he gets only for Eden to ease up at the last second. It's wonderfully cruel. It leaves him wanting more, just within reach. She's prolonging this, he realizes. The glint in her eyes tells him that she's having more than a little fun.
"Eden," he rasps. His voice sounds foreign to his own ears. He sounds desperate.
"Relax," she coos. "Relax, honey. I'll help you."
He gasps against her lips as she continues her loving strokes, the tension in the pit of his stomach growing tighter and tighter with every pass. "Fuck, I'm going to---"
"Come on. That's it."
Shang reaches down to come in his own hand, drunkenly kissing Eden like she's ambrosia.
He'd gladly starve if it meant he could drink the taste of her lips forever.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“iven a good time in bed, women turn blind to the faults of their men, how strange!”
― B.S. Murthy, Benign Flame: Saga of Love

“Come to think of it, given a good time in bed, women turn blind to the faults of their men, how strange!”
― B.S. Murthy, Benign Flame: Saga of Love

“The same rumour continued: Patroni made love the same way he did everything else – with a long, thin cigar stuck jauntily in the side of his mouth. This was untrue, at least nowadays. Marie, having coped with several pillow fires during their early years in marriage- drawing on her training as a TWA air hostess to extinguish them – had emphatically forbidden any more cigars in bed.”
― Arthur Hailey, Airport

“You're so f-king gorgeous under me.”
― Violet Raven, The Sinful Night: A Steamy Smut-Filled Dark Romance Short Story of Possessive Love, Jealousy & Lust