Quotes About Sensuality

Erotica is using a feather; pornograpy is using the whole chicken.

When I took my clothes off in Blue Velvet , I wanted to convey the brutality of sex abuse. I wanted to look like a quartered cow hanging in a butcher shop as well as disturbingly appealing.

Sindoor in our partings, bindis on our forehead and dupattas drawn over our faces we sat demurely in a corner. We stole glances at each other's face and were struck by our own beauty. This made us all the more bashful.

What makes lovemaking and reading resemble each other most is that within both of them times and spaces open, different from measurable time and space.

Her friends' lips were red, their teeth white, and their tongues and gums were pink. Pink, too, were the tips of their breasts. Their eyes were aquamarine blue, cherry-black, hazel and maroon.

Her breast was young, the nipples rosy. Cosimo just grazed it with his lips, before Viola slid away over the branches as if she were flying, with him clambering after her, and that skirt of hers always in his face

In this world love has no color yet how deeply my body is stained by yours.

Cuántas veces Maddalena Strozzi cortó una rosa blanca y la sintió gemir entre sus dedos, retorcerse y gemir débilmente como una pequeña mandrágora o uno de esos lagartos que cantan como las liras cuando se les muestra un espejo.

Sensuality does not understand why everyone else is so disturbed by her. As a young girl, she was often scolded for going barefoot.

She has recently lost her virginity, to a boy she met at the ice rink, and sex flows through her like a golden wind. She has forgotten the pain, though it's part of the shimmer around the faces of young men, with their bristly

Then she squeezed me tighter. Her leg came up and wrapped around me. Then she kissed me too hard and our teeth banged together. I felt like a boa constrictor's dinner.

He kissed her dizzy, then lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed his way down her neck. "Make love to me," she whispered. "Like I'm a full-grown woman." He pulled back to look at her. "As opposed to...?

Take off your boots, please." He set his feet apart and brought his hands to his hips. He let his gaze slide over her with deliberate slowness, not assessing this time, but going for a blatantly male vibe. He clearly couldn't believe he hadn't shut her up yet, and he was now switching to a different tactic. "What else do you want me to take off?

Everything about Derek Daley is delicious. He makes taking out the garbage look delicious. I'm not even kidding. I saw him do it." She fanned herself. "His muscles bunched. It was very erotic. Practically porn.

She stripped out of her bra first, then her panties. "Happy?" "I could be happier.

You can't see it, but you gave me a raging hard-on." "One-track mind." "It's a good track.

As he waited for her, he braced himself for the sight of her, ready to turn out the light as soon as she reached her bed. But when Daniela came in, she wasn't wearing her nightgown. She returned from the bathroom in a bath towel. And then she locked the door behind her and dropped the towel. Drops of water glistened on her naked skin as if she'd been painted with diamonds. "Christ," he breathed.

He blinked. "Have you ever run naked through the woods?" "Certainly." She allowed a moment to enjoy the way his eyes flared. "Why? His voice roughened, deepened, back to that just-awakened grizzly-bear tone. "To be one with nature, without barriers. To feel the wind and the moonlight on my skin." Several seconds passed before he responded. "You can't feel moonlight." She smiled…

She was hot, he was a man; not being attracted would have been impossible. That gleaming dark hair tempted a man to find out what it would look like released from its tight bun. She had toned, endless legs. Her li8ps were distracting, especially that teasing mole in the corner. She could give a dead monk a boner.

He was looking at me, and I wondered whether he could feel how much I wanted to touch him.

Do I intimidate you?" "I am not going to answer that." He merely smiled, knowingly, and let his gaze slide heatedly down her throat . . . over her collarbone . . . to her breasts, tingling with fire beneath their bombazine shield. "I mean it, Morninghall." "Really, Lady Simms. Do you think I'm going to leap out of this chair and —" he lifted one wicked eyebrow — "ravish you?

Well?" he said, arching a dark brow. "Well, what?" "I don't bite." "Oh. I was waiting for you to make the first move." "I have. Your gown is conveniently unfastened. Or had you not noticed?

Come, now, dear lady." His hand, a broad, and callused hand—a man's hand—slid over her silky sheets in a way that was calculated to suggest that same masterful hand roving over her equally silky flesh. He gave a slow, heated grin that sent the temperature of her blood soaring to new heights. "Don't make me come over there and get you . . .

Wipe the scowl off yer face, Sunshine," he said. "It's unbecoming." "You took a liberty with me." "You all but asked me to." "You were… vulgar." "What, by showing ye the effect ye have on me? By forcing ye to listen to yer own body?" He gave a little laugh. "' Twas only a kiss. Not like I stole yer virtue or anythin'." He deposited