Quotes About Sensuality

She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose white scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze;

We drank our tea. The lamplight was warm and the apartment still and snug. At home in bed, in my private abyss of longing, the scenes i dreamed of always began like this: drowsy drunken hour, the two of us alone, scenarios in which invariably she would brush against me as if by chance, or lean coveniently close, cheek touching mine, to point out a passage in a book, opportunities that i would seize, gently but manfully, as exordium to more violent pleasures.

aware that Allison's eyes were on him, stepped backwards and began instead to swivel his lower body in an oddly lascivious and adult-looking little dance.

Sleep is an eight-hour peep show of infantile erotica.

Ela é gorda, bela, voraz, gulosa, indecisa e lambuzona.

A toast to great sex and a man who knows what to do with his cock.

I'm going to fuck you, hard. I'm going to use your body until I come inside you. And then we're going to play. All night long

She made a good point. So did her nipples.

If he licked her there, she'd rob a bank for him. When she felt his tongue glide across her throat, she quivered all over. Mick tightensed his hold on her, and the bastard did it again.

You. Naked you. Clothed you. Your mouth. Your legs. The way you talk. Arguing with you. Your smile. Every fucking think about you turns me on.

You like a woman on top?" "I like you in my lap

I masturbated at the memory of her skin under mine.

Her long body stiffened against him. Her cool fingers tightened in his shaggy fur, and her bare, clinging heels dug deep into his heaving flanks. She was sweet against him, and the clear logic of this new life conquered the dreary conventions of that old, dim existence where he had walked in bitter death.

His face is an open invitation to bed.

Sensuality begins sometimes with kindness, but it ends always in the most reckless and intolerable cruelty.

They laughed at Eddie Murphy movies, and on the now too rare occasion when Iris let him make love to her, it felt like their bodies were holding on to the earth. When he kissed her, he wanted her to swallow him, wanted to be all the way inside of her—his love was deep like that.

by Baudelaire! things are pretty hot!

An orange on the table Your dress on the rug And you in my bed Sweet present of the present Cool of night Warmth of my life

Jedna naran?a na stolu Tvoja haljina na podu A ti u mojem krevetu Sladak dar trenutka Svježina no?i Toplina mojega života.

Shannon's nipples were sore from being sucked on, but the look of fascination and enjoyment on her husband's handsome face more than made up for any discomfort. He reminded her of a kid at Christmas who'd gotten the toy he most wanted from Santa's bag. He'd been sucking her nipples off and on—mostly on—for at least four hours. He'd been fucking her just as long, staying inside her even during his brief moments of rest.

Tienes que oír mi amor con su voz, tocarlo en su carne, aceptarlo como es, desnudo y libre.

Te besaría lentamente, apenas rozándote mis labios, y te diría cualquier cosa en voz baja, y me quedaría dormido a tu lado.

The man who will not give up his passions, who clings to anger, unkindness, sensuality, pride, vanity self-indulgence, for the momentary pleasure which their gratification affords him is a spiritual miser; he cannot have any spiritual comforts.

To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread.