Quotes About Eroticism

She straddles me, ass to my face, reverse cowgirl, tangled hair swinging. And son of a bitch, the woman can ride.

we touched each other's center, perfectly, just the fingertip upon the clitoris moving more and more slowly, our eyes steady on each other and the delicate pressure fine and more fine until all motion stopped in one still point remembered always, a vision. And then I did not know her pleasure from mine, my body from hers. We fell into and became each other. Then we slipped over the edge, entered and made love.

She leaned in to kiss him, and he kissed her, and then she put her hand between his legs, wrapping her fingers around the cylindrical chamber of blood sponges that was his (and every) penis. He felt the corpora cavernosa, commanded by nerve messages from his subconscious brain, fill up with blood, and the tunica albuginea membrane, the penis's straitjacket, trap the blood inside.

and then she put her hand between his legs, wrapping her fingers around the cylindrical chamber of blood sponges that was his (and every) penis.

More than ever before, they were wreathed in an aura of violent and erotic mystery Ã¢â'¬Â¦ brawling satyrs, ready to attempt congress with any living thing, and in any orifice.

Images of strangled women, women in cages do not push any limits; they are a mainstream cliche of a mainstream social order. Rock music fails to live up to its subversive tradition when it eroticizes the same old establishment sadomasochism rather than playing with gender roles to make us look at them afresh

Martin, at my age, eroticism is reduced to enjoying caramel custard and looking at widows' necks.

Today, for me, her gender seemed a null, a promise, a projection screen; neither masculine nor feminine, or perhaps both at once?—but no less erotically powerful or compelling for the confusion I felt when I looked at her.

there are more models than the heterosexual one for a male and female who want to exchange erotic energy.

There was nothing civilized about sex with Eric.

There are two more turds, smaller ones, and when he has eaten these, residual shit to lick out of her anus. He prays that she'll let him drop the cape over himself, to be allowed, in the silk-lined darkness, to stay a while longer with his submissive tongue straining upward into her asshole. But she moves away. The fur evaporates from his hands. She orders him to masturbate for her. She has watched Captain Blicero with Gottfried, and has learned the proper style.

It was cool, his finger, being made of titanium, and he used it to stroke her, first on the outside, running it over her pubic hair until she began to moan, and then sliding it inside her.

The resemblance between the Prometheus of "Pandora" and the Prometheus of Spitteler ends here. He is merely a collective itch for action, so one-sided that it amounts to a repression of eroticism. His son Phileros ('lover of Eros') is simply erotic passion; for, as the son of his father, he must, as is often the case with children, re-enact under unconscious compulsion the unlived lives of his parents.

Eroticism is mystique; that is, the aura of emotion and imagination around sex. It cannot be 'fixed' by codes of social or moral convenience, whether from the political left or right. For nature's fascism is greater than that of any society. There is a daemonic instability in sexual relations that we may have to accept.

O excesso de animalidade deforma o homem cultural; o excesso de cultura cria animais doentes. Este dilema mostra toda a insegurança que o erotismo traz ao homem. No fundo, é algo muito poderoso que, como a natureza, pode ser dominado e usado, como se fosse impotente. Mas o triunfo sobre a natureza se paga muito caro. A natureza dispensa quaisquer declarações de princípios, contenta-se com tolerância e sábias medidas.

En nuestras largas vidas de gozadores [...] hemos comprobado que el mejor estimulante del erotismo, tan efectivo como las más sabias caricias, es una historia contada entre dos sábanas recién planchadas para hacer el amor.

Behind every erotic condemnation there's a burning hypocrite.

Had Dr. Seuss been a slightly insane pornographer, he might have written a book like this.--reviewing Nicholson Baker's House of Holes

His manhood glistened wetly.

Eroticism is the brink of the abyss. I'm leaning out over deranged horror (at this point my eyes roll back in my head). The abyss is the foundation of the possible. We're brought to the edge of the same abyss by uncontrolled laughter or ecstasy. From this comes a "questioning" of everything possible. This is the stage of rupture, of letting go of things, of looking forward to death.

Wrath…" Her hand settled on his erection. "Oh, fuck…" His hips jacked forward, his lower back going tight. She laughed softly. "Your language of love does a trucker proud.

Two very beautiful naked girls are crouched facing each other. They touch each other sensually, they kiss each other's breasts lightly, with the tip of the tongue.

In modern consumer society, the attack on mother-child eroticism took its total form; breastfeeding was proscribed and the breasts reserved for the husband's fetishistic delectation. At the same time, babies were segregated, put into cold beds alone and not picked up if they cried.

Lo decepcionante no es tanto la liberación sexual como la ausencia de vida erótica, la transformación de la relación en rutina, la falta de comunicación entre las personas.