The human population would probably be way less than a thousand, if ejaculation were not usually accompanied by an orgasm.

I've had orgasms lasting longer than our relationship.

It is still cheating, even if nobody comes.

When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and sell them as a food additive, I'll be first in line.

It was masturbation, not willpower, that made it possible for gazillions of women to walk down the aisle with their reputation and their hymen still intact.

Some women have been faking orgasms for so long that they sometimes fake one when they are masturbating.

A man cannot really be called (sexually) confident if he has never bought his woman a vibrator.

Some men do not know the father of 'their' children.

The primary goal of a righteous parent who has a daughter is to minimize the number of boys and men for whom their daughter will have willingly opened her legs come her wedding day; the closer to zero, the more righteous they will seem.

Some people are so sexually unattractive that the thought of masturbating turns them off.

Coco Chanel is said to have said that a girl should be two things: who and what she is. I say a girl should do two things: what and who she wants.

Most sexually adventurous women want a man who regards cunnilingus as a basic woman right.

A woman's orgasm is such a fragile thing, dependant as much upon her mind as on her clitoris.

Maybe they're not "real" orgasms, since they're always when I'm alone. It's like that question: If a tree falls in the woods and no one hears it, does it make a sound? Probably solo orgasms don't count if a boy isn't there to witness them. To cause them.

For the most expensive way to realize an orgasm, men open their wallets. For the cheapest, they close their eyes.

Some guys assume that they made this one girl orgasm by doing this one thing and now they do it to every woman they get with. If it doesn’t work on you, then something about you must be broken.

There's nothing like an orgasm to make a person think--and more often than not, to think too much.

Intoxication, like sexual euphoria, is the privilege of the human animal.

I moaned then, tilting my head back to give him better access. His hands clamped on my waist, then moved—one going to cup my rear, the other sliding between us.This—this moment, when it was him and me and nothing between our bodies …His tongue scraped the roof of my mouth as he dragged a finger down the center of me, and I gasped, my back arching. “Feyre,” he said against my lips, my name like a prayer more devout than any Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron on that dark solstice morning.His tongue swept my mouth again, in time to the finger that he slipped inside of me. My hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of him, and his growl reverberated in my chest as he added another finger.I moved on him. Lightning lashed through my veins, and my focus narrowed to his fingers, his mouth, his body on mine. His palm pushed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and I groaned his name as I shattered

Sometimes, I’ll craft a scene that’s so poignant; on the last keystroke I’ll raise my hands high overhead and scream “Yes!” at the top of my lungs. I have yet to experience an orgasm so powerful and fulfilling.