Quotes About Sensuality

and your thighs. I can't wait to feel them wrapped around me.

I could make you come, Peaches.

You taste good, Peaches.

Go in the bathroom and take off your panties.

Duende I can't remember her name. It's not as though I've been in bed with that many women. The truth is I can't even remember her face. I kind of know how strong her thighs were, and her beauty. But what I won't forget is the way she tore open the barbecued chicken with her hands, and wiped the grease on her breasts.

Because he was always tremendously generated towards complete relationship with his women to the point where they ended up in one convoluted octopus mess of souls and tears and fellatio and hotel room schemes and rubbing in and out of cars and doors and great crises in the middle of the night... (p. 128)

We went back to the barn; I made love to her under the tarantula. What was the tarantula doing?

She was pure, it was true, as he had never dreamed of purity; but cherries stained her lips.

Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.

I've become more and more comfortable with occasionally dressing sexier, but I still hope to express a 'cool' type of sensuality.

There's one more thing I want to say. It's a touchy subject. Black beauty. Black sensuality. We live in a culture where the beauty of black people isn't always as celebrated as other types. I'd like to help change that if I can!

My body felt alive. I need more. "Valkyrie, " Fen growled, eyes locked on my mouth. "Put your lips back on mine, and I will give you what you crave.

He's an enigma wrapped up in sensuality padlocked with a dozen chains of desire and topped off with a razor-sharp ribbon of danger. There are more layers to him than a billionaire's wedding cake.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

From exertion come wisdom and purity; from sloth ignorance and sensuality.

God, they'd barely begun and she didn't know how much more she could stand before the lust-drunk cells in her body rocketed over the edge. Starting

He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

Uncorseted, her friendly bustGives promise of pneumatic bliss.

I wish to experience the sort of love That compels the dipping of my burning face in softly piled snow.

I felt so inadequate as Haroon fell over me, hungry as a tiger mauling a doe, delving deep into my body.

I kissed her every way I could think of. I kissed her forehead like she was my daughter. I kissed her quivering eyelids like she was my dead mother. I kissed her hard on her cheeks like you do before you kill someone. I kissed her collarbone the way you do when you want more. I pulled her earlobe with my teeth the way you do when you know what someone likes. I did everything, and she sat as pliable as a doll.

What was real was the dance of light in her eyes and the quick current of our blood.

Chaos has sexy arms...