Is sex all you think about?
"I can't think of a less romantic place to have sex," Cynthia said with a shudder.
Sex is a whole different ball game when it's not my idea.
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.
He had sex and went back to work, unable to sleep knowing all the issues he couldn't fix.
The air of the dark bedroom smelled of sex and blood.
He rarely turned down the offer of no-strings-attached sex, especially when his partner was so good at it.
Both recognized from the very start that aside from sex, they had absolutely nothing in common.
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.
She answered, "What do you think, I write down every present from every guy I have sex with?"
The hot sex, strange distance he put between them, sudden disappearance.
Dean's morning had been filled with enough ghosts, dreams and galactic sex to last a lifetime and he excused himself.
Jackson brooded "It's like having sex with a butterfly."
Maybe Josh never pushed me about sex because we're too much like sister and brother.
These latest grabs started up last fall so I'm looking at prison releases of sex offenders and going over them one by one.
Sex makes me ravishing.
"Isn't he a registered sex offender?" someone asked.
Like, hooking up with a stranger at a bar like they did in movies and a few sex positions she'd been subtly trying to talk him into.
He wants me to get you to talk to that sex offender who's free; the one they thought killed Annie.
"It's not nice to be speculating on the sex lives of our guests," Dean mimicked.
Oh girl, isn't the vamp sex the best?
Is he a registered sex offender?
I'm not having sex with you!
She owned every designer on the planet and made Carrie Bradshaw of Sex and the City look like an amateur.
One night of vamp sex and you're a friggin' expert now, huh?
The very presence of the opposite sex turned him to a totally different person, a regular lady-killer.
If people were permanently obsessed with food, all individual thought, all capacity to argue, even people's sex drive, would disappear.
What a pity, all that beauty and hot sex wasted.
I've got the name of a sex offender who bought a Volt Wheel electric bike in Oxnard, California.
Though he harbored no regrets in declining her invitation to sex, he knew he could and should have handled so obviously unstable a person in such a mental state far better than he did.
A Colorado farm boy was found cowering from his father's wrath in the loft of a barn while a retarded Illinois ten year old was lured to the house of a local registered sex offender after being told his parents had sold him to the man.
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.
Is he a registered sex offender?