Quotes About Sensuality

Reading is like] the sex act—done privately, and often in bed.

The truth is that women want to be viewed as sexy. It brings out a different side of you, which is incredibly liberating.

Violence was almost an aphrodisiac for me.

We tried to make a movie that had sex and violence because we like sex and violence.

Heated estrogen cruised Breeanne's veins

The Body As Braille" He tells me "your back is so beautiful." He traces my spine with his hand. I'm burning like the white ring around the moon. "A witch's moon," dijo mi abuela. The schools call it "a reflection of ice crystals." It's a storm brewing in the cauldron of the sky. I'm in love but won't tell him if it's omens or ice.

Has any woman ever touched you?" she asked as she splayed her fingers over his thigh. "No." "Do you want a woman to touch you?" "No." She stilled, and Clay pushed himself up. He cradled her check in his palm. "I want you to touch me.

Ah, Loree," he whispered near her ear. "You should hear the music." -Austin

Then he began tearing at his clothes. She heard the linen rip and the buttons ping as they scattered over the floor. She thought she should be frightened by the frenzy, but instead she was fascinated that she could elicit such a reaction from a man. That he was fairly mad with wanting her.

She tiptoed her fingers along his back. "Were you really making love to me?" He rolled back over onto her. "If you have to ask, then I'm obviously not doing it well enough. Let me try a bit more diligently before I go searching for a dragon.

you sleep naked in my brain and I dare not rest

The carnal contact side by side, from heel to armpit, brings shudders that shake up nature like the flights of nocturnal birds.

Your lips are like sugar And your cheeks an apple Your breasts are paradise And your body a lily. O, to kiss the sugar To bite the apple To reveal paradise And open the lily.

Let the old Muse loosen her stays Or give me a new Muse with stockings and suspenders And a smile like a cat, With false eyelashes and finger-nails of carmine And dressed by Schiaparelli, with a pill-box hat. ... Give me a houri but houris are too easy, Give me a nun; We'll rape the angels off the golden reredos Before we're done.

Om het even welke kleur bevalt me, als ze maar rood is.

Hij likte me frivooltje van een mosseltje, intens ervan genietend, dat voelde ik wel. (...) Het raakte binnen in me in alsmaar opgewondener toestand - de toestand is opnieuw gespannen, zegt men dan in de nieuwsberichten - en ik voelde dat iets gebeuren zou (...)

Ik wrong en wreef me opene muis tegen z'n geertig likkende mond aan en spoot meteen al me geil, dat hij zo lekker vond, uit me mossel weg. Het stroomde zo over z'n gelaat, een fontein van geil, waarvan hij dronk of het een whisky-pruimsap was. Ik verloor het bewustzijn erbij (...)

Op de slaapkamer sloten we voor alle veiligheid en vuiligheid de deur af, want je kàn nooit weten. Daar kleedde ook hij zich helemaal uit, als een naakte God, en toen ik z'n wiebel zoende stond die te trillen van aandoening.(...)

Ik wentelde me naar hem toe en legde me met wijdgeopende muis over z'n stijve boodschapper neer. Ik zei hem dat ik z'n fluit wou, dat ik er heet naar lag, dat ik ze binnen in me kut moest hebben. Me muis heeft honger naar je stijve zaadworst, zei ik hem. Ik weet niet wat ik d'r allemaal nog uitflapte (...)

what do you do with Sex Gods? Besides snog and worship them, I mean.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant. I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour, But I am completely nourished.

Humiecki and Graef asked Laudamiel to create a perfume that captures the state of 'how men cry'—eruptive and sensual. Pictures from Slavic culture, as well as how they deal with melancholia and happiness served as inspiration [sic]. The result is a perfume that combines raw eruption, sensual strength, melancholic warmth and deep mysticism.

Nobody ever died from wearing Mitsouko, but lots of babies were born as a result of it.

What if our bodies were transparent, like a washing machine window? How wondrous to watch ourselves. Joggers would job even harder, blood pumping away. Lovers would love more. God damn! Look at that old semen go! Diets would improve-- kiwi fruit and strawberries, borscht with sour cream.