Quotes About Sensuality

What a fantastic piece of hot lustful woman she was, Roger thought irrelevantly.

In our maturer years, when an object of vision is presented to us which bears any similitude to the form of the female bosom . . .we feel a general glow of delight which seems to influence all of our senses . . .

Sandy's face was very close to mine in the crowded room. She had a wide mouth and a lot of teeth. She had turned in her seat so that she had one thigh on each side of my leg. Her chest was against my arm. In another minute we wouldn't have to go anywhere to have sex.

I peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks.

To be looked at by Susan, naked, with those eyes, over a glass of pink champagne, was all I knew on earth, and all I had to know.

I peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks. This was another good sign. Susan

peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks. This was another good sign. Susan

Satyriasis?" Susan

And I've met a very wonderful woman," I said. "They're all wonderful," Haller said. "Well, many of them," I said. "I love them," Haller said. "The way they talk, how they smell, the way they touch their hair, everything." "I know," I said.

Her breasts were good, her thighs were terrific. When she shook hands with me, I felt something click down back of my solar plexus.

Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat & stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame crimson, and I am content......Conan the Cimmerian.

He took possession of my lips even before the last word left my mouth, taking them, tasting them. Claiming them in a way that was all male, all possession, all desire. No one had ever kissed me like that. No one.

Heat invaded her cheeks. She wasn't used to men seeing her whithout her clothes on. And here was in her boring white cotton bra and panties. damn, if only she'd worn her black lace undies. She winced inwardly. She'd come close to getting mauled by a jaguar, and all she could think about was the sexiness factor of her underwear? She must be in shock.

She licked her lips. "What is that called?" Sex. He stopped himself just in time. "Chocolate.

He glanced at her, his hair wild and his eyes red. 'May I give ye pleasure?' Still a gentleman. Emma smiled. But his voice sounded gruff and his appearance was that of an untamed barbarian. She grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled his head close to hers. 'Make me scream.' His eyes gleamed hotter. 'Ye will. Many times ere the night is over.

Her cheeks flamed with heat as her gaze shifted downward with a look of horror. There's something hard in your breeches, and I think it's moving!

For now, there are only a few words I want to hear. He pressed gently on her lower lip. You can tell me faster, slower, harder, and --- He leaned closer till his mouth only a breath away from hers. He pressed his lips lightly against hers, then pulled back to look at her. Softer. Then there's my favorite --- He cradled her head with his hands. ---don't stop.

I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what's underneath.

E se for meia-noite? Porque não? Podem muito bem saltar o jantar , levantar os pratos e fazer amor na sala de jantar.!

The quickest way to a woman's crotch is through her gullet. Can I make you a cake? Big Al to Pierce, then Rachel.

The warm dampness of her breath made me shiver at the mix of the familiar and the unknown, with a soft exhalation she shifted her head and her lips found my collarbone, teasingly shy of my old scar. Tendrils pulsed in time with my heart, building on the ones before to an unseen height.

Ms. Vampire Lady, you're all wet.

Rachel… I can still smell me thick on you. You're like a big chocolate-chip cookie sitting all alone on an empty table. And when you get all agitated, it's as if you just came out of the oven, all warm and gooey. I haven't had a cookie in three years. Could you just calm down so you don't smell so damn good?

It smelled like sex and dog in here. But mostly it smelled like sex.