Quotes About Sensuality

I want to undress you." "I haven't touched a man since...since you.

He ached to touch her, to kiss her, but she hadn't asked him to do either - yet. He'd rather eat his own balls than ruin this for her.

He leaned against the refrigerator, crossed his arms over his chest, and watched as she bustled about, her delicious ass doing things for his underwear that Calvin Klein couldn't possibly have envisioned.

God, she was a sight. Just watching her made his heart beat faster. Did she have any idea how beautiful she was, or had a life of working in pantsuits and facing down society's violent assholes left her unaware of her own feminine appeal?

He wanted her. Here, now, between growing vines and fallen leaves, in the rain and the mud. Anywhere.And she wanted him, too.

Her hair was down. It was real long. He hadn't known that. It hung down the front of her josie and kind of curled around those . . . those big round places that he tried not to think about. Her . . . her round places were really round. And they had points on the end of them.

Piney woke up wearing a big grin on his face. He couldn't remember when he'd slept so well. He pulled the pillow next to him up over his face. He could smell her hair on it. "Jesse," he murmured to himself. He liked her. He really liked her. And he loved, loved, loved doing her. Being inside her. She was so hot. She was so tight. She was… Piney stopped himself in midthought and rolled out of bed. His mind was headed where his body could not go.

A cólera é tão exaltante e vertiginosa como a volúpia.

Il vivait un amour que rien ne diminuait. Il lui semblait que c'était le même amour, le même abandon, la même nuit, le même froid.

If you can't fuck it and it doesn't dance, eat it or throw it away.

We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.

When i make love to you i try with each stroke of my tongue to say i love you to tease i love you to hammer i love you to melt i love you and your sounds drift down oh god! oh jesus! and i think here it is, some dude's getting credit for what a woman has done again.

continued, "Cause I can't wait to peel off the fancy clothes to get to the woman who looks so damn right in my bed wearing nothing at all but the sweet flesh God gave her. I'm here to convince you to come home with me where you belong, Lise." Elise clamped her hand over her mouth

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.

He bit the nape of my neck and I moaned.

She understood his passion because she felt the same way: as if nothing was more important than the touch of her skin to his, as if she'd die if he left her.

It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered

But when they kissed goodnight in bed, Therese felt their sudden release, that leap of response in both of them, as if their bodies were of some materials which put together inevitably created desire.

He said you were frigid?" She nodded. "Oh, honey, that word should be stricken from every dictionary in existence. There is no such thing. Just men who don't know what they're doing." He leaned toward her, kissed her throat, and said, "I'm not one of them.

they rode back she pressed against him, her face on his shoulder, her hands burning his chest like a branding iron.

I am waiting for a man to come in here and fuck me sideways with a beautiful line like that

Well, Adam thought. I've had my mouth on his bare skin. That seemed to be effective.

I spoke it soft, but close enough to brush against her lips. I spoke it quiet, but near enough so that the sound of it went twining through her hair. I spoke it hard and firm and dark and sweet.