Quotes About Sensuality

Watching her, he saw again how she teetered between adolescence and adulthood, with a raw sensuality that had to deposit her in a kind of no-man's land--too much a woman for boys her own age, too young for fully adult men.

She knows, every part of her knows, that she wants to kiss him. That he wants to kiss her. All of her skin prickles with longing. Her insides fizz. (The Lady and the Fox)

He was aware of the pulse in her wrist, warm against the heel of his palm. He was aware of his desire, taking him by the throat.

Give me your mouth. Your grace is as beautiful as sleep. You move against me like a wave That moves in sleep. Your body spreads across my brain Like a bird filled summer; Not like a body, not like a separate thing. But like a nimbus that hovers Over every other thing in all the world — Kenneth Rexroth, from " When We with Sappho," The Phoenix and the Tortoise (New Directions, 1944)

I want to do the unspeakable to you baby then speak about it

...I can forget my very existence in a deep kiss of you.

Her lips, whose kisses pout to leave their nest.

Seems where you're concerned nothing is easy, so no, I'm not making this easy when everything about you makes me hard." I sucked in sharply at that blatant sexual reference, and swear I felt my nipples get hard. "Jack, I—

Body, remember not only how much you were loved,not only the beds you lay on,but also those desires glowing openlyin eyes that looked at you,trembling for you in voices.

Whether the untamed, extravagant, disproportionate energy shows itself in sensuality—in abjectissimo loco—or in an overestimation and deification of the most highly developed function, it is at bottom the same: barbarism. But naturally one has no insight into this so long as one is still hypnotized by the object of the deed and ignores how it is done.

There's just something about making whoopee out under the stars that keeps a heart young, a mind sharp, and"-- she leaned close to whisper in Meg's ear-- "your coochie ready to do hoochie!

A luxúria reside menos na exibição integral do que naquela breve nesga de carne mal e mal entrevista entre a luva e a manga.

Jax Cassidy's ART OF SENSUALITY is searing, erotic and sexy!

I like a quickie as much as the next person, but I think that there's an awful lot to be gained from slow sex — from slowing down in the bedroom. You tap into those deeper psychological, emotional, spiritual currents, and you get a better orgasm with the buildup. You can get more bang for your buck, let's say.

We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.

I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.

Adam lay perfectly still, little groans escaping from his lips. I looked at the bow, looked at my hands, looked at Adam's face and felt this surge of love, lust, and an unfamiliar feeling of power.

But after shows, I craved connection. I craved skin-the taste of another woman's sweat. If it couldn't be hers , well, then anyone's would do...for a few hours.

Porque de pronto, quiero escuchar sus huesos crujir. Quiero sentir la suavidad que ofrece su carne, escuchar su grito de asombro mientras el hueso de mi cadera se estrella contra ella. Quiero tirar su cabeza hacia atrás hasta que su cuello está expuesto. Quiero rasgar mis manos por su cabello hasta que su respiración sea entrecortada. Quiero hacerla llorar y lamer sus lágrimas. Y luego quiero llevar mi boca a la de ella, devorarla en vida....

The sight of her bare feet. What this is doing to Willem's blood pressure. She might as well have taken off all her clothes.)

And then I went to take my mouth to hers, to devour her alive, to transmit all the things she can't understand.

And it took me by surprise how much I wanted to be kissed by him, to realize that I'd thought about it so often that I'd memorized the exact shape of his lips, that I'd imagined running my finger down the cleft of his chin.

Not fat, just not anorexic. She's soft in all the right places.

Evelyn: There's nothing wrong with embracing one's emotions. Brittany: Mom, You don't just embrace your emotions, you make love to them hard-core.