Quotes About Sensuality

Denn gegen die Liebe ist kein Kraut gewachsen, gegen sie hilft kein Trank, keine Speise, nichts, was in Zaubersprüchen gemurmelt wird, sondern nur Kuss und Umarmung und nackt beieinanderzuliegen. - Philetas

Sissy wasn't really beautiful, but men never noticed. With her deep green eyes, her shoulder-length auburn hair that swung when she moved, and the way she moved as if she enjoyed just being inside her body, men had always paid her lots of attention.

Belle]'d fallen in love with him at fifteen, galloping down clay roads with the leaves of autumn swirling around them. They'd discovered the nooks and crannies of passion in his mother's darkened parlor on a rolling sea of dark wine velvet, amid a flotilla of lacy white antimacassars...

Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths. That's what makes the world go round.

Never let me lose the marvel of your statue eyes or the accent that by night the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek.

The still pool of your mouth under a thicket of kisses.

Love without passion is dreary; passion without love is horrific.

a pleasant city, Famous for oranges and women

You consume me I don't even fight Oh, I feel intoxicated... But beware I bite.

Go away," he said. "Do you know you've almost no clothes on?" "Never mind. I need—" "Never mind? Listen to me, Miss Innocence. There are many things a man can 'never mind.' A nearly naked woman isn't one of them.

He had relieved whores beyond counting of frocks, stays, chemises, garters, and stockings. He had never before in his life unbuttoned a gently bred maiden's glove. He'd committed salacious acts beyond number. He'd never before felt so depraved as he did now, as the last pearl came free and he drew the soft kid down, baring her wrist, and his dark fingers grazed the delicate skin he'd exposed.

He started to draw away but she wasn't ready. She held on, and after a heartbeat he slid his hands to her waist and pulled her closer. His kiss grew more fiercely determined, as though he would wipe every recollection of anything remotely resembling kisses from her mind and imprint his, permanently, upon it. And upon her body, where the alien feelings simmered into excitement and happiness and a yearning for more. Strange

The episode," he said. "You mean when I put my tongue down your throat and lifted your skirts and put my hand on your pudenda in that hardly-worth-mentioning way." "It would be good of you not to mention it," she said.

There was the deep blue sea of her eyes, and there was he, wanting to drown.

Her entire body quivered. What is it about me that you're attracted to? For starters, the sexy underwear you put on beneath your clothes. You've only seen my underwear once. Twice, he said. I looked down your top at the pier. You did not. Pink-and-white polka-dot bra. Oh my God. That's what I was thinking. -Mallory and Ty

She nodded, her gaze locked on his mouth. He could tell she wanted it on hers, and for once, they were perfectly in sync. Having no idea what he was doing, he kissed her again, another no-holds-barred, tongues tangling, rock-his-fucking-world kiss that left him staggered and her apparently unable to speak as they tore apart for air and waited for the world to right itself. Didn't happen.

I don't want to dig him or his sexy self. But I keep losing my clothes when I'm with him.

A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.

Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?

She didn't understand it, but everything about him reminded her that she was a woman.

I'm never going to get tired of finding you looking at me that way. Like you have to have me right now." She laughed, then looked around to make sure Leah wasn't too close. "I just had you," she whispered…

At twenty-one, Mark had been long and leanly muscled, not a spare inch on him. Rainey's gaze ran down his thirty-four-year-old body and she had to admit he was even better now. In fact, the only way to improve on that body would be to dip it into chocolate.

Still mad," she gasped. He covered one of her fists with his hand, entwining their fingers, while his other slipped beneath her, stroking her where they were joined, slowly driving her straight to heaven without a seat belt. "Then I should stop.

Are you angry? Because we do some of our best naked work when you're angry.