Sexual Fulfillment Quotes

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Madeline Miller
“Maybe the true surprise, I thought, was that it had not happened sooner. My uncles’ eyes used to crawl over me as I poured their wine. Their hands found their way to my flesh. A pinch, a stroke, a hand slipping under the sleeve of my dress. They all had wives, it was not marriage they thought of. One of them would have come for me in the end and paid my father well. Honor on all sides.
The light had reached the loom, and its cedar scent was rising in the air. The memory of [Redacted]’s white-scarred hands, and the pleasure I had taken in them, was like a hot wire pushed through my brain. I dug my nails into my wrist. There are oracles scattered across our lands. Shrines where priestesses breathe sacred fumes and speak the truths they find in them. Know yourself is carved above their doors. But I had been a stranger to myself, turned to stone for no reason I could name.”
Madeline Miller, Circe

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

B.S. Murthy
“I’m coming to see the commonality between sex and sport, basics being the same, it’s the players who raise the bar.”
B.S. Murthy, Benign Flame: Saga of Love

B.S. Murthy
“While for man, the physicality of woman fuels his sexual love for her, it was the sexual fulfillment from man that feeds woman’s love for him.”
B.S. Murthy, Crossing the Mirage - Passing through Youth

Maha Erwin
“For crying out loud, absurd things can happen, none of us is spared.” He reached out and gave her a soft pat on the back. “So screw it, lovey. Enjoy every second you’ve got and stop moping around.” - Intomesee”
Maha Erwin

Maha Erwin
“I knew it,” she snapped. “You’re no different from all men. You’re just another jerk pretending to be single! I didn’t wanna wrap a lie into a Christmas present anyway.”
Maha Erwin, Intomesee: In Pursuit of a Passionate Life

B.S. Murthy
“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