Quotes About Sensuality

The grain of his lips seemed to rest a hair's breadth from mine.

I could imagine my half-sisters with their long golden hair and painted eyes, bent on pretty knees.

She was taller than I was, taller than any woman I had ever seen. Her black hair was loose down her back, and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon. She was so close I could smell her, seawater laced with dark brown honey. I did not breathe. I did not dare.

I found his hair between my fingers.

Beulah, peel me a grape.

You ought to get out of those wet clothes and into a dry martini.

Curve: The loveliest distance between two points.

Sex is emotion in motion.

Sex is an emotion in motion.

I didn't discover curves; I only uncovered them.

I had no idea one ingredient could transform a perfume like that." "That's precisely where the magic is," said Polly, smelling her blotter again. "This is seriously sexy now. Do you like it, Guy?" His eyes were closed again, nose down to the smell, and he made a noise in the back of his throat, almost like a growl. "I love it," he said, opening his eyes and grinning at them.

I am not interested in a hermeneutics, or an erotics, or a metaphorics, of my anus. I am interested in ass-fucking. I am interested in the fact that the clitoris, disguised as a discrete button, sweeps over the entire area like a manta ray, impossible to tell where its eight thousand nerves begin and end. I am interested in the fact that the human anus is one of the most innervated parts of the body

We were dancing the way people dance when they are telling each other how they want to make love.

For a long moment they gazed at each other, and Freddy felt her mouth go dry and her heartbeat accelerate. If the evening ended right now, she would still remember this moment for all her days. The music, the perfume of the flower baskets, and the hard look of desire in Dal's eyes.

Dal … Dal …" Mindlessly, she whispered his name as his kisses deepened and became possessive and deliberate. But slow. Exploring. Teasing. Never quite enough. Kisses that drank desire from her mouth and left her frantic with wanting, wanting, wanting.

I melt at your glances and become music.

Come on, hurry up and aim your .44 Magnum at my pink flowerbed. Oh, come on, let's not talk pistols when you know it's a bazooka. ?

Well, really, how would you like to make love with someone who kept twittering about his pure mystic modality and wanted to stick flowers in your navel?

But as a woman? I feel like dry goods on the shelf of a life put on hold. More than anything, I want to sink my teeth into it and taste all that I can." If only she could taste Urich, mmm, mmm. "Maybe even some forbidden fruit," she added with a wistful sigh.

For the love of dick, please fuck me!

His fingers glided under the waistband of his shorts he edged them past his hips, highlighting the delicious V I always called the 'arrow to sexytimes.

I think it was my saliva that unlocked the desire in you, Mads.

I no hi ha una emoció estètica en l'orgasme?Què pot ser més bell que un cos a l'instant que actualitza totes les seves potencialitats i es fa perfecte?

María Luisa Bombal