Quotes About Sensuality

Wheel," he said, his voice throaty with lust. As she lifted herself into the final position, he surreptitiously adjusted his cock in his pants. It was the perfect submissive offering—her body arched into a backbend, feet and hands braced flat on the mat, legs spread wide.

His cock was rock-hard against her thigh. Her legs fell open in wanton invitation. "Please," she begged.

slowly lowered herself to the mat. She placed her hands, palms up, on her thighs and spread her knees. Arching her back, she gave them all a lovely view of her cunt, all the while keeping her eyes properly downcast.

The second time they made love was even better than the first. Their bodies fit perfectly together, the eager desperation of their first time segueing into a slower, more fully realized sensual dance.

Now, pull the knife toward you—never push it. You want to hold your blade the way an artist holds and controls a paintbrush. You have to anticipate a sudden flinch, jerk or quiver so that any cut is intentional, never accidental. Your sub is your precious canvas, and you want to be creative while always maintaining full control." Mark

Take out my cock and suck it. You are not to stop until I climax. You are to swallow every drop." Apparently

submissive grace, comportment and ability to handle intense erotic pain.

There is when making love a moment when the body defies gravity. This is the moment to strive for.

Words are sexier than flesh.

An amalgam of sexual excess and demonic elegance, as likely to fuck you as tear out your heart.

Meaning is always a latecomer. Beauty and music seduce us first; later ashamed of our own sensuality, we insist on meaning.

Lo tocó como nunca antes se había atrevido a hacerlo, acariciando su cuerpo con la punta de los dedos muy, muy suavemente, recorriendo la piel levantada como una mujer ciega leyendo braille.

You've got blood on your hands, and you smell of coitus.

When she raises her eyelids, it's as if she were taking off all her clothes.

Non c'era premura, né ferocia tra loro... Ma il suo bacio la lasciava senza fiato, le toglieva la ragione, le indeboliva le ginocchia. Era profondo e lungo come se avesse tutto il tempo di questa terra.

I want to dip my finger in your pot of honey.

Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.

I want to dance, laugh, eat pink cakes, yellow cakes, drink thin, sharp wine. Or an indecent story, now - I could relish that. The older one grows the more one likes indecency.

I spent an hour looking at pots and carpets in the museums the other day, until the desire to describe them became like the desire for the lusts of the flesh.

She stood by the fireplace talking in that beautiful voice which made everything she said sound like a caress.

Our hands touch, our bodies burst into fire. The chair, the cup, the table-nothing remains unlit. All quivers, all kindles, all burns clear.

Sin embargo, no sólo necesitamos un lenguaje nuevo más primitivo, más sensual, más obsceno, sino una nueva jerarquía de las pasiones.

The fire you rubbed left its brand on the most vulnerable, most vicious and tender point of my body. Now I have to pay for your rasping the red rash too strongly, too soon, as charred wood has to pay for burning. When I remain without your caresses, I lose all control of my nerves, nothing exists any more than the ecstasy of friction, the abiding effect of your sting, of your delicious poison.

My only grudge against nature was that I could not turn my Lolita inside out and apply voracious lips to her young matrix, her unknown heart, her nacreous liver, the sea-grapes of her lungs, her comely twin kidneys.