Quotes About Sensuality

This thing about fucking was nice. It gave people extra things to think about.

Any sufficiently advanced lingerie is indistinguishable from a lethal weapon.

Slave. Minion. Fiend. The others who have come before me have been called such things, but I prefer to think of myself as a disciple; a devout follower of my voluptuous mistress.

No, by God, you've accused me of coldness, but how can you, when you can feel how hot my body is against yours? You've said I have none of the red-blooded passion of my sex, but you don't know. You," he gasped, pressing against her with a hard thrust of his hips, "you will know it— the depth of my passion. But you will.

No one so beautiful could ever conceive of leaving the daylight world to which she had a natural claim in order to be smothered by the midnight secrecy of his illicit caress. Oh

Your mouth is the best thing that ever happened to my mouth. -Zane Cutter

Jake became excruciatingly aware of her, there, right behind him. The small grunts and groans as she placed each foot carefully on the slick ground reverberated in his gut. He wanted to turn around and tell her to shut the hell up. She sounded as though she was having sex. Good sex.

Physical pleasure is awakening in me the desire for more pleasure in general.

I also dance to music that makes me feel sexy in front of a mirror.

Sexuality and sensuality are completely different things. Sensuality is something that you're born with. But sexuality is something I leave for my own mirror.

I love to sing. Mostly about love and sex.

Sex is emotion in motion.

I love what a women embodies. I love our bodies; I love the way we communicate with our bodies. I love the way dance creates movement. It's art in motion.

She was buried in his flesh. She throbbed in the beat of his pulses. She was wine in his blood, a music in his heart.

Level 4," Lachance said. "Lingerie, footwear, monsters, and beasties.

Some days I can go nearly an hour without thinking of the taste of your mouth.

I remember holding you against the sink, with the sun soaking the window, the soft call of your hips, and the intricate flickers of thought chiming your eyes. Your mouth, like a Saturday.

Will you count with me My teeth marks On you

Sex for idlers should be messy, drunken, bawdy, lazy. It should be wicked, wanton and lewd, dirty to the point where it is embarrassing to look at one another in the morning.

Next time she'd have to ask him to keep the light on while he did it, so she could watch his face. That was the best part of the whole thing as far as she was concerned, the way a guy's face contorted so violently and then relaxed, as if some terrible mystery had just been solved.

Done properly, she said, cunnilingus and fellatio should be more pleasant, and a lot cleaner, than kissing a toilet seat. I hope that answers your question.

him reverse cowgirl-style

The Conch Shell´s tint was that of a vagina blowing bubble gum.

he glanced over his shoulder at her, regarding her, as he often did before they made love, as if she were a lost continent about to be rediscovered.