My girlfriend always laughs during sex - no matter what she's reading.

We've been making love these past two days by talking and I want for our bodies to join the conversation.

If you can’t laugh together in bed, the chances are you are incompatible, anyway. I’d rather hear a girl laugh well than try to turn me on with long, silent, soulful, secret looks. If you can laugh with a woman, everything else falls into place.

At the hotel we had separate rooms, but in the middle of the night she came sobbing into mine, and we made it up very gently. You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.

I inquired for Mrs. Reynolds and was shewn up stairs, at the head of which she met me and conducted me into a bed room. I took the bill out of my pocket and gave it to her. Some conversation ensued from which it was quickly apparent that other than pecuniary consolation would be acceptable.

I asked my wife, “Last night, were you faking it?” She said, “No, I was really sleeping.

Women talk when they want to. Or don't.

I don't want to be tied down in a relationship, I want to be tied down during sex.

She asked me if I wanted to have sex, and I replied, “With you, or in general?

"And at last she woke up in the middle of one warm night and said, "Yes, but now.

I think of the thrill of an intelligent woman talking just to me.

Siamese twins have it great because one can jack off while the other talks dirty.

Whenever a woman begins to talk of anything, she is talking to, of, or at a man.

"Just think," I say, trying to calm her down. "The two of us naked in a car, but safe and sound all the same, kissing each other to the clap of thunder and the sound of the driving rain!"
"This is impossible," she says.
"But just think. Wouldn't you like, from this snug little shelter in the midst of cosmic rage, to stick your tongue out to the entire world?"