Quotes About Sensuality

God, she loved a hairy male chest.

Sometime after our third round, Ms. Mori cupped her chin with her right hand, elbow on the bar, and allowed me to light her cigarette, which, in my opinion, was one of the most erotic acts of foreplay a man can perform for a woman.

I wanted to wrap her in my arms and brush my eyelashes against hers in butterfly kisses.

A woman has either something to put on or nothing to take off.

Teško je bilo sabrati se i sino?, Pa dati oproštajni poljubac ljubavniku, I upamtiti miris tijela i onu toplinu koja užga srce dok je u blizini.

I've noticed that women often respond to him in this way - with an unthreatened openness. He generally likes women and you can see this in his photographs. There is nothing aggressive, prurient, or objectifying about them. Their sensuality is theirs alone. It never seems imposed.

I look forward to making you feel the same way. It's a most enjoyable sensation, like honey in the bones, and if you were a real woman instead of a repressed little English spinster, you would delight in your ability to make a man feel — aroused.' She backed away from him, feeling a distracted urge to hide herself away from him, as she used to when a child and relatives made a fuss of Alberta because she was much prettier.

That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees – Those dying generations – at their song, The salmon?falls, the mackerel?crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect.

Men seek but one thing in life - their pleasure.

I kiss you and the world begins to fade. – W. B. Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire (? Jennings Press, August 25, 2008) Originally published 1894.

All I have is a voice to undo the folded lie, the romantic lie in the brain of the sensual man-in-the-street and the lie of Authority whose buildings grope the sky: There is no such thing as the State and no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice to the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.

I turned to the room and in the light from the street beheld one beautiful bare breast of a friend's friend gently rising and falling as though I were not there already not there

Come to me. I want to plow you like a Calgary driveway at Christmas.

After half an hour the drug hit me like a sensuous tidal wave. I turned into a tactile temptress and wanted to stroke the whole world. It gave me untold confidence.

I actually like pole dancing! It gives you so much confidence. I never thought I'd do it, but now I'm really into it.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

He bit the inside of his cheek, Death purring wildy. The pleasure of her touch, even one so innocent, rocked him to the core.

What after all does it consist of? You put your dick some place and moved it back and forth and stuff came out the front.

the smell of him and the touch of his skin, I feel my desire for him rise again and we move together.

Her body in firelight and candlelight was as beautiful as a wild animal.

She felt other eyes on her. The madam, a blue-skinned Varvani woman, was standing in the doorway; she balanced her elephantine legs on gold clogs, and the enormous bosom above her chain-mail skirt was tattooed with red kissystars... Don't block the window, dear heart. You want a sample, come on in.

They were kissing again, carefully at first, learning the shape and texture of each other's lips, testing the sharpness of the teeth behind them. It's too fast, said a panicky voice in his mind. And too dangerous. He'll drink your juices, taste your brain, crack your soul open like an egg! Hell, I think I want him to do all that.

I'd say to myself, Andrew Compton, you've sucked their cold mouths and cocks; you've licked their blood from your hands by the bucketful; you've boiled the flesh off their skulls, then used the same pot to make curry. Why not just fry up a few tender bits and see what it's like—perhaps with a nice egg?

Zillah took her arm and led her toward the van. Ann kept her arm squeezed against her body so that his fingers would come into contact with the sideswell of her breast. He didn't move his hand away. Soon she felt his fingers begin to move, subtly caressing her, a forefinger darting out to graze her nipple. The nipple shivered erect