Considering his attitude about premarital sex before they got married, why wouldn't she think he and Tessa had been intimate?
These latest grabs started up last fall so I'm looking at prison releases of sex offenders and going over them one by one.
All the main line murderers, gangsters and gang bangers looked down on us sex offenders like puke on the sidewalk but the pecking order didn't stop there.
While I had no direct evidence the attendees were all registered sex offenders, the way they nodded and agreed at the mention of deviant sexual behavior made me feel I might be unique among like penitents.
He rarely turned down the offer of no-strings-attached sex, especially when his partner was so good at it.
The air of the dark bedroom smelled of sex and blood.
She was going to draw enough attention as it was being a sex-demon.
With her belly full of his blood and her body worn out by the rough sex, she couldn't remember being more content.
Everyone has something to say about you turning me into a sex-demon.
"I can't think of a less romantic place to have sex," Cynthia said with a shudder.
Because I married an older man, you think my mother had sex with some other one?
Sex is a whole different ball game when it's not my idea.
"He turned you into a sex demon!" he said.
Darkyn turned you into a sex-demon?
He had sex and went back to work, unable to sleep knowing all the issues he couldn't fix.
The hot sex, strange distance he put between them, sudden disappearance.
He'd enjoyed himself that night, more so than ever before, because he let go of the side of himself that viewed sex as either a test by a dictatorial goddess or a necessary release for pent up frustration.
Is sex all you think about?
Dean's morning had been filled with enough ghosts, dreams and galactic sex to last a lifetime and he excused himself.
But now, all she wants to do is— have sex with me, like we're still kids and she can turn the clock back to hot nights and summer camp.
You're smart enough to know that having sex wouldn't have solved any problems for Edith Shipton, and probably not stopped her from taking her own life.
Jackson brooded "It's like having sex with a butterfly."
With just a taste, he could tell the blood type, the person's sex, what color hair they had, and even whether or not they were virgins.
Jackson understood for the first time in his long life the vast difference between having sex and making love.
Maybe Josh never pushed me about sex because we're too much like sister and brother.
Both recognized from the very start that aside from sex, they had absolutely nothing in common.
The very presence of the opposite sex turned him to a totally different person, a regular lady-killer.
It will know sex offenders, who must register publicly, and warn you when they come to the door.
If people were permanently obsessed with food, all individual thought, all capacity to argue, even people's sex drive, would disappear.
I could always tell if visitors had called in my absence, either by the bended twigs or grass, or the print of their shoes, and generally of what sex or age or quality they were by some slight trace left, as a flower dropped, or a bunch of grass plucked and thrown away, even as far off as the railroad, half a mile distant, or by the lingering odor of a cigar or pipe.
The old and infirm and the timid, of whatever age or sex, thought most of sickness, and sudden accident and death; to them life seemed full of danger--what danger is there if you don't think of any?--and they thought that a prudent man would carefully select the safest position, where Dr. B. might be on hand at a moment's warning.