Quotes About Sensuality

Men are embarrassingly easy to seduce.

Son cou est saupoudré de grains de beauté minuscules, constellations descendant jusqu'à ses seins. Je deviens l'astronome de sa peau, fourre mon nez dans ses étoiles.

À l'horloge de tes baisers, le temps se ramollit. Le jour met son pyjama d'étoiles en cachette et s'évapore. L'orchestre à moteur qui fulmine au feu rouge joue en sourdine. La lune te regarde à travers la fenêtre. Elle va peindre ses reflets sur ta peau. Du bout de mes doigts, je m'efforcerai d'être un tout petit peu plus que son pinceau.

Endorfina se cala un Camel light entre los rubíes que le sirven de labios y exhala un cúmulo para Playmóbiles. Me gustaría ser un Camel light: rodar entre sus dedos, atravesar su paladar de princesa, trasformarme en humo ligero y descender haciendo rápel por su esófago, lamer sus senos desde dentro antes de acabar convertido en una flor de alquitrán plantada en sus pulmones.

Am sim?it vântul cald al buzelor ei sp?rgându-se de ale mele. Explozie de pulp? de portocal? ro?ie. Ea a în?irat coliere de non-s?ruturi la comisura buzelor mele, urcând pân? la marginea gropi?elor mele. Era ceva dulce, picant, suav.

A? vrea s? m? preschimb într-un Camel light. S? m? r?suceasc? ea pe degete, s? ating cerul gurii ei împ?r?te?ti, s? devin un fuior de fum sub?ire ?i s? m? rostogolesc pe esofag, s? ling partea l?untric? a sânilor ?i, în cele din urm?, s? prind r?d?cini în pl?mânii ei ca o floare neagr? de catran.

Se exactamente lo que necesita el mejor pastel del mundo para llegar a serlo: un pellizco de tus pechos.

I want to bask deeply in the taste of his blood, in that flowing crimson filled with his feelings melted in it...

If she doesn't want to go down on you, try improving the taste of your semen by eating watermelon, celery, her pussy.

I'm going to ejaculate sparkles into your heart!

I do not like wearing clothes," I said, with quite delicate precision. "They chafe. They are uncomfortable around my genitals." And then, remembering all I had learned from Cosmopolitan magazine, I leaned in toward them and added what I thought would be the clincher. "They may seriously hinder my chances of achieving a tantric full-body orgasm.

A kiss,' she said, 'is like music. It stops time...

Kissing was very like eating. But instead of reducing the appetite, the food consumed actually increased it.

did notice that some of the buildings were larger and—relatively speaking—more ornately designed than others. Temples to the orgasm, I imagined.

Kissing was very much like eating. But instead of reducing the appetite, the food consumed actually increased it. The food wasn't matter, it had no mass, and yet it seemed to convert into a very delicious energy inside me.

Pride makes a god of self, covetousness makes a god of money, sensuality makes a god of the belly; whatever is esteemed or loved, feared or served, delighted in or depended on, more than God, that (whatever it is) we do in effect make a god of.

Ya que tales hombres viven como si no tuvieran que rendirle servicio a Dios, ni buscando a Cristo, como si no tuviesen que mortificar las pasiones carnales, sin negar el yo, ni creyendo en la Escritura, que no piensan en el día del juicio, ni que el infierno tiene que ser temido, que no desean el cielo, sin valorar su alma; pero se entregan a una sensualidad peor que salvaje, "para cometer con avidez toda clase de impureza,"[43] viviendo sin Dios en el mundo.

Cooking is always very romantic!

He touched her and found fire. Tasted her and found life.

You know the worst thing about oral sex? The view.

down to her for a deep, openmouthed kiss flavored with her taste. He groaned hoarsely, sweeping

En bon Italien, Guccio pensa que la chose serait plaisante de séduire à la fois et la fille et la mère.

She was a big blonde woman with more curves than the highway out front and just the right number of hills and valleys.

What it comes down to, you see, is that a naked body is just a naked body. But the possibility of a naked body is something special.