Quotes About Sensuality

And if you can't come into the room without my feeling all over me a ripple of flame, & if, wherever you touch me, a heart beats under your touch, & if, when you hold me, & I don't speak, it's because all the words in me seem to have become throbbing pulses, & all my thoughts are a great golden blur (Joslin 20).

Guy's whole body was humming. Normally he thought only of his head – his eyes, his smile – and was aware of his body as merely the principle of forward propulsion trundling him along. But now he was all these bright pools of sensuality – his nipples, his half-hard cock, his tingling anus, even his feet. He was glowing all over and he felt the animal in him was longing to shed its clothes.

I was aware of the treacherous air vents above us, conducting the sounds we were making upstairs. Maybe dad was listening. Or maybe, just like Kevin, he was unaware of anything but the pleasure spurting up out of his body and into mine.

I've always associated reading and writing with sex.

Whoever has not known the pleasures of open stacks—with their erotically charged corridors.

Guy believed everything in sex should be done slowly so as not to scare the wildlife and to ensure his own natural grace and poise.

They all said the way to a man's heart was through his asshole.

They kept flipping back and forth, but it wasn't clear which was the more exquisitely pleasurable pain, to penetrate or to be penetrated.

Quite unselfconsciously she ran her hands along her neck, all along the sides and then to the back to feel the stiffnesses, and though she had not asked me I felt without the words that she wished me to massage her and I did, searching out the knots and the crick, then along the nape, under her swallow, holding the bowl of her head in my hands, entreating her to let go, to let go of all her troubles

His penis swelled in his pants to the extent that it felt like a hamster that had died and entered rigor mortis.

Lying on a pile of pillows and smaller cushions, slurping her coffee and playing with her cigarette smoke, she felt briefly that her thoughts were growing more subtle and expansive.

Valentine Weather Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.

Her lips drink water but her heart drinks wine.

Earthly comforts used with moderation, and as supports of our weakness, may be sanctified by a good intention; but whilst they bolster up our weakness, they keep it alive and strengthen it; and if they are sought after, or made use of with eagerness and attachment, immoderately or frequently, they strongly nourish self love and sensuality, and produce a distrust of the solid food of devotion and divine love.

Your kiss is bitter with cocaine.

miras como yo: con los ojos y con las manos y con el sexo y con el alma mientras la memoria hecha de piel de tambor bate ritmos cada vez más urgentes, que en verdad son llamadas, que en verdad son plegarias tácitas hechas de un silencio alborotado en donde las cosas corren y mi amor corre y todo en mí es un agua precipitada, absolutamente loca y ardiente.

La noche, de nuevo la noche, la magistral sapiencia de lo oscuro, el cálido roce de la muerte, un instante de éxtasis para mí, heredera de todo jardín prohibido.

El lujurioso, el voluptuoso, el lúbrico, el mórbido y el lascivo. Mi mano es el espejo de la matadora.

Toda yo bajo las reminiscencias de tus ojos Quiero destruir la picazón de tus pestañas Quiero rehuir la inquietud de tus labios Por qué tu vision fantasmagórica redondea los cálices de estas horas?

D. vuelve a mostrar sus fauces de hembra de alcoba. La deseo profundamente. Su cercanía es como una premasturbación. Todo mi ser se reduce a la piel. La peau! La peau! ¡Ni qué decir de lo que daría yo por su cuerpo cuando me mira sonriente! D. tan sucia y superficial. Tan adorable. Tan lejana...

1)A women's greatest asset is her beauty. 2)There are only two guidelines in good sex, don't do anything you don't really enjoy and find out what are your partner needs and don't balk them if you can help it. 3)A meal can be an erotic experience in itself. 4)We may eventually come to realize that chastity is no more a virtue than malnutrition.

O kiss me into faintness sweet and dim!

Sure she'd found males attractive. But wanting them? Needing to feel their skin? Taste their lips? Run her fingers through their hair as she growled and begged them for all things dirty? Not until now. Until Jean-Baptiste.

What was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak?