Quotes About Sensuality

I made a resolution I would throw myself into the Danube if I didn't ask you to make love with me today.

Of course, you'd warm up faster if you took your clothes off.

I'm all for sex. Seven nights a week. Days, too.

Isn't there something you want to tell me, something filthy and lovely and true

What chord did she pluck in my soul that girl with the golden necklace & ivory breasts whose body ignited the river: she who rose like the moon from her bathing & brushed back the ebony hair that fell to her waist & walked off into the twilight dark— O my soul, what chord did she pluck that I am still trembling.

This generation... they have a different attitude. Instead of sitting and watching something, they want to be a part of it - they're very hedonistic and sensual.

I love thigh highs, heels, shorts, or a skirt.

I often think that a slightly exposed shoulder emerging from a long satin nightgown packs more sex than two naked bodies in bed.

Smell is incredibly important and sensual; it communicates who you are.

When I was a kid, when I was first getting excited about the opposite sex, fragrance was the thing. If you look good, you smell good, and you feel good.

I like when a guy has his shirt off and I can see his chest and his abs. When it's all smooth, you can see a lot.

I do like my breasts. They're great, so much fun. You can do what you like with them.

when the down on the nape of her neck

He cupped his testicles in his hands, and, with his wrists, pressed his penis hard against his belly until the semen came.

He kissed the corner of her lips before whispering by her ear, "And that was just my hand, love.

For your next act, please don't pull any rabbits out of my... well, hat. .... He licked playfully at her mouth. And ya can't call my manhood 'rabbit'.

Shock stung her into a quivering mass of pleasure when he captured one of her hands and fed it down to the velvet-smooth thickness of his penis, then urged her to stroke it between her legs.

Oh my God, Michelle thought, I think we're making love. It was a term everyone barfed at. No one wanted to make love, people wanted to fuck, to take each other's skin apart with knives and pin it back together with needles.

She kissed her like she'd been stranded on an island, notching each stranded day onto a fallen coconut, slowly losing her mind. She filled Michelle like weather, worked her mouth like a cherry stem being tongued into a knot.

Sweetly, albeit hoarsely and with a burr, the girl started singing something scarcely comprehensible, but, judging by the women's faces in the stalls, very seductive: Guerlain, Chanel no 5, Mitsuko, Narcissus noir, evening dresses, cocktail dresses..

Pannica, grasejuj?c, od?piewa?a s?odko, aczkolwiek z chrypk? w g?osie, co? niezupe?nie zrozumia?ego, ale s?dz?c po twarzach kobiet na widowni, musia?o to by? co? nader n?c?cego: -Guerlain, Mitsuko, Narcisse Noir, Chanel numer pi??, suknie wieczorowe, suknie koktajlowe...

She blushed. It is a beautiful thing when a woman blushes; at that instant her body no longer belongs to her; she doesn't control it; she is at its mercy; oh, can there be anything more beautiful than the sight of a woman violated by her own body!

Sensuality is the total mobilization of the senses: an individual observes his partner intently, straining to catch every sound.

There are things that can be accomplished only by violence. Physical love is unthinkable without violence.