Quotes About Sensuality

Ï'm going to love you within an inch of your life, then love you some more.

It took everything I had to pull from his lips, and even as I did, I felt a new desire layering itself over the old, soaking in where it would linger in my thoughts.

If the van's a rockin', don't come a knockin'!" Jenks said, gyrating beside me.

I'd rather drink my dinner out of a martini glass and follow it up with a cosmopolitan chaser.

he could sense her breathing, her temple against his jaw and her shoulder under his hand were warm, her hair smelt of well-brushed hair, he could feel the presence of her body...

the kiss and the bite are such close cousins that in the heat of love they are too readily confounded

Engang kom han med skjorten åpen og han var tykt lodden på brystet. Det er som en eng å lægge sig i! tænkte jeg, for jeg var så ung. Jeg kysset ham nogen ganger, det er på det jeg vet at jeg aldrig har oplevet noget lignende.

But there was she, and there were you. Her breath was on you, you tasted flesh. She came from some darkness—she was certainly not of this earth. Remember the eyes?

Straightaway, she'd called to the guard, Oh, boys? She'd sauntered to the glass in only her black lace bra and panties. I need some assistance, When they slowed, agog, she'd purred, Can one of you help me find my orgasm?

He was staring at my lips, and before I could think better of it, I'd wetted them. "That's it, bébé," he said in a coaxing rasp. "Ma bonne fille." My good girl. He wrapped one of his arms behind my back, cupping my chin with his free hand. "Evangeline, I'm goan to kiss you until your toes curl, until we're breathing for each other." That was the promise. . . .

I have an idea. Let's take off our clothes and fool around on the settee. If I trip and fall and land smack-dab on your cock, then it won't be your fault.

I do so wish my breasts would stop staring at your eyes.

I'd wear his corsage to an orgy, any day!

And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.

Now, undress for me and let me see what's mine.

There was French kissing, and then there was Cajun French kissing. Spicier, harder, wilder.

Wroth, darling," she purred, smiling so sweetly. "I can't wait for the next time I get to put my mouth on you." In an instant the smile faded and she snapped her teeth and yanked her head back as if she was chewing something free.

Damn, cher , you still smell like a blossom. Been so long since I've seen a flower that I'd nearly forgotten what they smelled like. He took a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. You're dressing up and using expensive perfume? Ole Jack senses a trap. Consider me snared.

He stalked up behind her to clench her hips, and she stilled. In a breathy voice, she asked, You're going to make love to me again, aren't you? In answer,he lifted her onto the counter, tore off her shift, then pressed her naked body back into the blooms.

We're more cerebral than physical. Your cerebrum can't have an orgasm.

And all he wants is to throw a rager in your sugar mill? Then she frowned. Wow. That sounded raunchy.

Greedy for more?Grinding his hardness against her hip,he nuzzled her neck,her ear,murmuring words in Russian.His warn breaths against her made her shiver wildly.Wh-what did you say? I talked filth in your ear.Voice gone ragged,he said,I told you that you've got the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen,and then I told you what I'm going to do with it.

I've a sense for these things. Tonight you're aching for a man. At that, she glanced away. You might be right, Scot, she said casually, then faced him once more. Her voice a purr, she said, But are you the man I await...where I ache?

Well I am young. Just as he felt a flicker of ease, she murmured in a sexy voice, But, baby, I've been busy.