Lesbian Sex Quotes

“Here was the real scandal of On Our Backs photography: We were women shooting other women — our names, faces, and bodies on the line — and we all brought our sexual agenda to the lens. Each pictorial was a memoir. That is quite the opposite of a fashion shoot at Vogue or Playboy, where the talent is a prop…

When we began our magazine, female fashion and portrait models — all of them — were shot the same way kittens and puppies are photographed for holiday calendars: in fetching poses, with no intentions of their own.”
― Susie Bright, Big Sex Little Death: A Memoir

“Within the history of lesbianism from the archaic Greek poet Sappho from the Isle of Lesbos, who is the symbol of lust, passion and sensuality between women, to Sister Benedetta Carlini’s deeply erotic love affair with another nun, to the 10th century Arab erotic work, Encyclopedia of Pleasure, which gives the account of a love affair between a Christian and an Arab woman, to modern day same-sex marriages and Pride parades, there is certainly place for Anne Bonny and Mary Read.”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“With a man, pleasure ends at the moment of his orgasm. With a woman, pleasure begins at the point of her orgasm.”
― Chloe Thurlow, Sophie's Secret

“Le pire n'est pas que l'on se brûle, mais que le feu s'éteint.”
― Natalie Barney

“Sex is a three act play: foreplay, play and afterplay.”
― Chloe Thurlow, Sophie's Secret

“That was her last rational thought. She gave herself up to Cam completely, feasting on her. She couldn't get enough of her.”
― Jo Victor, Romance by the Book

“Beauty is Being Extraordinarily Able to Understand and Tune-in to Yourself.”
― Bella Stringer

“Many things as we have constructed them can be redefined and are neither correct nor incorrect. I love making love to a woman. I love her every quiver, her every movement, her every moan, her every breath. I love the journey my hands make over her every soft curve, the smell of her skin, and I revel in the feminine beauty, unmatched by anything else on this earth. But the core connection is what matters most and, while I don’t know what draws me to the essence of women rather than men or both, I wanted to be swallowed up by exactly that – the mystery of why we don’t want to be without each other.”
― Jackie Haze, Borderless

“Inside Paul something tight released: a rusted nut turned finally around its old bolt. White sheets were thrown off moldering couches with a fanfare of dust and sunlight.”
― Andrea Lawlor, Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl

“To be loved by a man is to be issued a decree as written in advance and as presented to others. To receive a woman's love is to have a very personal letter written on one's body.”
― Christopher Buehlman, The Daughters' War

“I'm in a town where twenty years ago a dyke couldn't buy a dildo but this hadn't ket some mighty queer fucking from going on.”
― Minnie Bruce Pratt, S/He

“I want to fuck and be fucked, to be so interested in them that the sex is interrupted by conversation, and then the conversation by sex. Maybe I just want intimacy, the tactile kind. The getting-to-know-you-from-the-inside-out kind. The three-fingers-deep, mouth-tasting-of-you kind. The I'm-hungry-let's-make-toast-at-three-in-the-morning-so-we-can-keep-going kind. The lesbian kind.”
― Tilly Lawless, Nothing but My Body

“She called out Clare's name, her voice a wild bird caught in the throat, her thighs singing, trilling to a song her mind had forgotten but which her body knew by heart.”
― Anna Pulley, Love Where You Work

“Her hands were like beautiful thieves, moving and discovering and capsizing every ounce of Julia's flesh. She didn't falter or fumble--her hands knew where to exact the most pressure, the most teasing, expansive pleasure.”
― Anna Pulley, Love Where You Work

“I pull my fingers through her in another loop, slightly closer to where I know she wants it most.
Sabri’s breath comes in rough pants near my forehead. Her grip on my shoulders is so tight that it hurts. I’m sure I’ll have bruises there tomorrow—and knowing they’ll be in the shape of her hands sends a bolt of something right to my core.
“Anya, please…”
“Still,” I say, teasing another light circle and she moans, desperation clinging to her voice. “Since it ended up with you writhing on my fingers so prettily, calling my name like this... I can't say I regret a thing.”
― Jacki Sensal, Stolen Kisses: A Steamy Enemies-to-Lovers Lesbian Fantasy