Quotes About Sensuality

Maybe that was one of the purposes of sex. To isolate you, for a little while, from everything but yourself and your lover. To allow you to focus in on your body, its needs, the gratification that was physical and—if you were lucky in that lover—emotional as well. Without those pockets of solitude and sensation, you might just go mad.

In the act of writing he experiences, today, an exceptional sensual pleasure -- in the feel of the pen, snug in the crook of his thumb, but even more in the feel of his hand being tugged back lightly from its course across the page by the strict, unvarying shape of the letters, the discipline of the alphabet.

Let me kiss you." Qhuinn groaned as he leaned in. "I know I don't deserve it, but please ... it's what you can do for me. Let me feel you...." Qhuinn's mouth brushed his own. Came back for more. Lingered. "I'll beg for it." More with the caress of those devastating lips. "If that's what it takes. I don't give a fuck, I'll beg...

So not soon, right?" "No, not soon." "And not tonight." "Oh, no, not tonight." She put her hand on his belly, moved it down and took hold of his cock. Instantly it started to swell again. "Oh my," she said.

What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breath. - Rhage to Mary

Next time you think of me like that , say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.

Those deep hazel eyes held his and didn't blink. You'd be amazed what I would do to keep you alive. Abruptly, V's mouth opened, his breath growing tight. And as the two of them stood chest-to-chest, he knew every inch of his body, felt it all at once.

As she shuffled back, he glanced down at the tent between his legs. Christ, that goddamn thing in there was huge; he looked like he had another arm in his pants.

When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn't it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. –JM

Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms.

Qhuinn would reach out and touch the bandage … and then he would let his fingers wander off the gauze and the surgical tape onto the warm, smooth skin of Blay's stomach. Blay would be shocked, but in this fantasy, he wouldn't push the hand away.… He would take it lower, down past the injury, down onto his hips and his— "Fuck!

Are you wet for me, Mary? I think you are. I think you're covered with honey.

I feel like I am wlaking down into a porn movie V mutteres as they took the steps with care. Wouldn't that require more black candles for you, Zsadist cracked.....

Next time say my name. You'll come more

She pulled back the sheet. Good God, his sex was... It's gotten so...huge Butch barked out a laugh. You say the nicest things.

You said you wanted to remember something.' His palms slid up to the top of her thighs and squeezed. 'So lie back and let me do my thing.' -Issac Rothe, Crave

just like peaches, he said, stripping off her panties. And I love peaches. -Wrath

He wanted her nails in his back and her tongue in his mouth and her hips rocking under his until he came so hard he saw stars. Then he wanted to sleep with her in his arms afterward. And wake up and eat and make love again. And talk in the dark about things both stupid and serious— Oh, God. He was bonding with her. The bonding thing was happening.

Marissa in a long creamy gown. The cop in front of her, stroking her face, evidently poleaxed. All around them, the delicious scent of sex in the air.

The effect she had on him was druglike, a tantalizing combination of sexual need and profound ease. Like he was having an orgasm and falling into a peaceful sleep at the same time. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

I wish to be naked before you, she commanded. Make it so, Manuel.

On the backs of her lids,all she saw were the bare-naked breasts laid out before him,his dark head descending,his tongue flicking free of his mouth...and then his eyes lifting and meeting hers.

Stepping onto the bath mat, that was also done in that god-awful deep pinky red, he toweled himself off. Still erect. Glancing at his fighting clothes, he found himself loath to put them upon his skin. Rough. Scratchy. Dirty. Mayhap the feminine environment was contaminating him. Xcor ended up in the big bed, naked, upon his back. Still erect.

Oh…Sweet Virgin. This felt so right.