Quotes About Sensuality

MILFs rule Bonoboville

Release your Inner Bonobo

Sophie is so free-spirited, open-minded, and intelligent. She brings the sensuality. The soft connection. She can look people in the eye and make them feel something.

There's something about soft, unstructured arms that's very beautiful.

Soft lips are big for me. Not a whole lot of lip gloss. You don't want your first good kiss to taste like strawberry shortcake!

There's something about a humid, dusky evening that's kind of sexy.

Oh hell." He gasped, his back arching, his balls drawing up painfully tight. "Don't make me come too quickly.

What she wanted was right there, between them, pressed against her stomach—so big and accessible and user-friendly—neatly covered and ready to go.

Lust. It's not soft like the touch of a raindrop. It's not easy like floating aimlessly on the water. It's weighted, and heavy, a spark that catches on the forest of your body. A wildfire.

And then he kissed me, and when the haze of lust cleared and my knees found their strength, and all I could think was Oh Shit

You are so close I want to breath you in.

the kiss and the bite are such close cousins that in the heat of love they are too readily confounded

Meanwhile Bellgrove had been savouring love's rare aperitif, the ageless language of the eyes.

She was the kind of girl who wore dark lipstick and didn't need to speak a word to seduce you.

I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?'A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

I miss the thrill of your self-destructive heart that melts in the sun like chocolate, bittersweet and incandescent.

As he floated more and more deeply toward sleep, the scent of her body and hair was redolent throught his senses, until he was dreaming of breathing her skin.

I fit my mouth to his and he tastes like water and smells like fresh air. I drag my hand from his neck to the small of his back and put it under his shirt. He kisses me harder.

You turn me on." He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek.""God, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?

I stuck my finger in his belly buttonand squiggled it around."Belly button rape!

Real love is booty grabbin

She may resemble a mythical angel, but she moved like an x-rated wet dream

Your kiss can take my breath away, Bree, not that you haven't before, but now we can give each other frost kisses. – Kian, Frost Kisses