Quotes About Sensuality

I have beauty, intelligence, individuality, sensuality and sexuality.

If she were any friendlier, she'd be giving you a lapdance right now.

Admit you're jealous, Emma." "Never, " she said defiantly. "Just your nipples then. They're pouting.

Learning how to do SM is like learning how to have sex all over again.

Pretty much everything about you gets me hot.

Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget.

There were little velvet handcuffs and small whips involved. I'm not opposed to little velvet handcuffs and small whips in principle, you understand. At least, I don't think I am. I haven't actually tried any of those things. But somehow in that particular context they did not appeal.

The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.

I love you because you're tender and sweet, you the hardest and sternest of men. And your sweetness and tenderness are such that they make you as light as a shred of tulle, subtle as a flake of mist, airy as a caprice. Your thick muscles, your arms, your thighs, your hands, are more unreal than the melting of day into night. You envelop me and I contain you.

It was therefore natural for me to imagine what his penis would be if he smeared it for my benefit with so fine a substance, with that precious cobweb, a tissue which I secretly called the veil of the palace.

Ah those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!

on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.

She listened; she heard the dull thumping of her blood which seemed to be tramping on her with a heavy heel.    She passed her left hand across the night to feel the man's firm wrist, which was against her right hand. It was all knotted like a gnarled branch. It filled her left hand with warm flesh which was supple and finely nerved.    "I can't explain....They all have their women. Such a passion has seized the earth...such a passion!" 

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

Polaire! The agitating and agitated Polaire! The tiny slip of a woman that you know, with the waist slender to the point of pain, of screaming out loud, of breaking in two, in a spasmically tight bodice, the prettiest slimness ...

She read there, mingling sensuality and primness; she saw the hypocrisy, the refusal to see himself except as he wished to be. There, in his face, were the marks of those characteristics which were at the very root of his nature and which had made him the man he was, the man who had sent thousands to their death, the murderer who saw himself as a saint.

Her Lips Are Copper Wire" whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate (her words play up and down dewy corridors of billboards) then with your tongue remove the tape and press your lips to mine till they are incandescent

Making love in a mask . . . a real turn-on that would be.

You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.

He f**ks even better than he looks", I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn't care; I was pissed. And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don't you worry.

it wasn't the body but the way he animated it that had thrilled her.

I don't think you should feel about a film. You should feel about a woman, not a movie. You can't kiss a movie.

Don't be surprised, sugar. I like them smart as I like them oiled.

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