Quotes About Sensuality

The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.

Human nature itself seemed to her obscene, when she thought of all the filthy secrets of sensuality, the degrading caresses, all the mysterious connexions that cannot be broken off, at which she guessed.

I, too, overflow; ... my body knows unheard-of songs.

function—thoughtless, careless, and liquorish

As a Newbody, however, I began to like the pornographic circus of rough sex; the stuff that resembled some of the modern dance I had seen, animalistic, without talk. I begged to be turned into meat, held down, tied, blindfolded, slapped, pulled and strangled, entirely merged in the physical, all my swirling selves sucked into orgasm.

There's a lot of degradation in sex, isn't there?" "When it's done right.

Who doesn't love cock?

Sex is like art: if you know what you're doing, you don't know what you're doing.

Nije li erotika neutaziva glad koja samu sebe pothranjuje?

My father] murmured only, 'you can always tell when a woman is ready for sex. Oh yes. Her ears get hot.' I looked keenly at Helen's ears. I even reached out and pinched one of them lightly, for scientific confirmation. Warmish!

If living is an art it is a strange one, an art of everything, and particularly of spirited pleasure.

57. Kiss. If this is not a whole-body exercise, keep trying.

Daisy wore a clingy black dress with a neckline so deep it could tutor philosophy.

Myron had a way with postcoital banter. Terese swung her legs out of bed, rose, and moved toward the window. Myron watched. He liked the way she moved naked, panther-like, all coiled and toned and confident. The apartment was perched above Central Park on the West Side. Terese looked out the window toward the lake and Bow Bridge. If you've ever seen a New York City movie where a couple in love runs across a footbridge, you've seen Bow Bridge. "God

It wasn't books that inspired me to write. For me, inspiration was simple, immediate: I got it from eating, dancing, talking. I got it from life lived, things touched, from sensuality, from love of life, from our irrefutable connection to the earth.

I've tried everything but celibacy, and I really want to know what it feels like to be touched by someone with a mental touch and not a physical touch.

All bronzes are made to be touched. Bronze is a sensual 'living' material. The sweat and oil of your palms adds to the patination.

Our stock in trade is raw, flailing sex.

Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.

I felt the tributaries of his veins, wished to enter into his bloodstream, travel there, dissolved and bodiless, to take refuge in the thick walled chambers of his heart.

What do you say to a guy that says a tree's sexy.

Conversation without you trying to be sexy can still come off as very sexy. Trust me!

It simply dazzled her how he went from goofy bear, rolling on his back and playing with his toes, and right into sexy-beyond-belief Jersey grizzly who'd worked her body like a love god.

The last thing Mitch really remembered was…being on top of Sissy. He'd had a split second of thinking, "Wow. This feels really good.