Quotes About Eroticism

What if she actually enjoyed her debasement?

without leaving his armchair, without even touching her with his fingertips, he ordered her to kneel down in front of him, take him and caress his sex until he discharged in her mouth.

This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism, and then comes languor and decay.

Tell her to lift her skirt so her bottom is directly on the leather." Would she catch the homage to Pauline Reage?

And may sapphires, amethysts and emeralds spill into the dark eroticism of abundant life: because in my darkness quakes at last the great topaz. I am now listening to a sylvan music, almost just drumming and rhythm that comes from a neighboring house where young junkies live the present. Another instant of incessant, incessant rhythm, and something terrible happens to me.

The eroticism inherent in living things is scattered through the air, in the sea, in the plants, in us, scattered in the vehemence of my voice, I'm writing you with my voice...

There was something a little sad about having erotic dreams when you led such an unerotic life.

The paintings that really excite me have an erotic element or side to them irrespective of subject matter.

the detumescence of a nipple scraped in shimmy by cotton

Por ti sería carne sin alma para gozarte en una cópula que haría sonrojar de vergüenza y de espanto a la misma Venus.

My left hand is a Rorschach blotch all its own, a six-fingered, skin-blood-and-bone ink splatter. People see it and fly their worst fears and secret fetishes at full mast when they think they're being discreet. They see it as strange, fascinating, ugly, beautiful, disgusting or erotic depending on what's behind their eyes.

Fetiche tu cuerpo fetiches tus pechos fetiches de mi deseo tu lujuria tu clítoris tu vagina fetiche cebado tu bárbara matriz oscuro túnel de mi deseo fetiches tus nalgas, lunas paralelas fetiches tus labios blancos fetiche tu orgasmo desgajado

I rely on images of violence, which bring the shock of pain, to penetrate the barriers people erect and defend, not simple defenses; the phony facades people live behind. Blocking their perceptions from coming in, and blocking their feelings from coming put. There are two way I try to shatter those facades, or at least make a hole where something can get in, to let the trapped feelings out--one way is violence, pain. The other is eroticism.

What does physical eroticism signify if not a violation of the very being of its practitioners? – A violation bordering on death, bordering on murder?

She felt the electric thrill of contact, the very tip of his tongue touching hers, and an exquisite heat exploded from the center of her womb. For an instant she thought her innards would simply melt out of her pussy and run down her thighs, so intense was the rush.

Her manhood arched turgid in her leggings.

In his mind he saw them standing with the tips of their organs pressed together ejaculating into each other's penis.

this is the woman you are inside the life. looking at you, what? i'm more excited than i've been since the first burning nights of adolescent frenzy. excited and confused. i look at you and feel an erection stirring even as the situation argues strenuously against it. _Eric Packer

Where do you find more eroticism than in the cloister of a convent?

I am not interested in a hermeneutics, or an erotics, or a metaphorics, of my anus. I am interested in ass-fucking. I am interested in the fact that the clitoris, disguised as a discrete button, sweeps over the entire area like a manta ray, impossible to tell where its eight thousand nerves begin and end. I am interested in the fact that the human anus is one of the most innervated parts of the body

I am sensual and very physical. I'm very erotic. But my sexuality exists on a sort of a fantasy level.

Because what she disliked in men was not their eroticism, but their assumption that women had none. Which left women with nothing to be but housemaids.

The sophisticated, complex art surrounding the Neolithic goddess is a shifting kaleidoscope of meaning: she personified every phase of life, death and regeneration. She was the creator from which all life - human, plant and animal, arose - and to whom everything returned. Her role extended far beyond eroticism.

Se habla de supermercados del sexo, que tienen un catálogo bastante completo de su oferta porno; pero les falta lo esencial. Y es que el objetivo mayoritario de la búsqueda sexual no es el placer, sino la gratificación narcisista, el homenaje que una pareja deseable rinde a la propia perfección erótica. [...] la meta que se persigue [...] es la embriaguez narcisista de la conquista.