Sex exists in the now without past or future. If, for a single second, your minds drifts back to the past or forwards into the unknown, the moment withers like a dead plant and the passage of pleasure turns to a road of dust.

After making love there is nothing like making love, slowly, idly, like walking without a destination, or swimming in a warm sea.

Sex spelled backwards is excess and that's how it should always be.

Sex is a three letter word even the worst speller in the world can spell.

When you remove love from sex you enter a mansion with many rooms shaded in nuance and excess, an invitation to peel away all conventions and programming. A chance to explore your hidden self. You shed something and clothe yourself in something else. Sex is the greatest of gifts. Orgasm a glimpse of perfection.

What do girls want? That's easy to answer. They want the same as men. They just want it more often.