Quotes About Sensuality

Art, in other words, betrays a sexy mental fitness.

Some people kiss as if they were eating watermelon

New Orleans food is as delicious as the less criminal forms of sin.

Whosoever says truffle, utters a grand word, which awakens erotic and gastronomic ideas.

She knows no difference 'twixt head and privities who devours immense oysters at midnight.

Aphrodisiacs come in many forms: food, drink, the internet.

Of course I didn't pioneer the use of food in fiction: it has been a standard literary device since Chaucer and Rabelais, who used food wonderfully as a metaphor for sensuality.

Dessert is to a meal what a dress is to a woman.

She's vibrator dependent.

First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. & And second, what can I say? I'm a night owl.

The Big Bang definitely has erotic overtones.

Cinnamon bites and kisses simultaneously.

As life's pleasures go, food is second only to sex. Except for salami and eggs. Now that's better than sex, but only if the salami is thickly sliced.

My favorite color on canvas is nudity.

Hi, I'm a shower. If you turn me on, I'll make you wet.

Sex is a two way treat and is only dirty when it's done right.

Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.

What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course

His jeans, soft against her legs, made her realize that twice tonight they'd done the deed with him more dressed than not. She liked such desperation in a man.

Like her spiritual ancestor William IX of Aquitaine, the Comtesse de Die made no pretense that love existed without voluptuous intimacy.

Hasta el deseo se vuelve puro, hasta el acto más definitivamente consagrado al sexo se vuelve casi inmaculado. [...] Esa pureza es querer cada centímetro de su piel, es aspirar su olor, es recorrer su vientre, poro a poro. Es llevar el deseo hasta la cumbre

La memoria del cuerpo no cae nunca en minucias. Cada cuerpo recuerda del otro lo que le da placer, no aquello que lo disminuye.

qué ridículo puede ser un beso visto desde fuera y sin embargo qué sabroso suele ser desde dentro).

Y cuando hacíamos el amor, parecia que cada duro hueso mío se correspondía con un blando hueco de ella, que cada impulso mío se hallaba matemáticamente con su eco receptor