Quotes About Sensuality

Was sheathed tightly, stroked by Derek's clenching muscles, swelling in its prince's chamber, even as Rico started to rock back and forth.

Without the weight of the world on his shoulders, Cal made love like the Native American god of sex, whomever that may be.

First I'm gonna rim ya. Then I'm gonna finger ya. Then I'm gonna fuck ya!

Climax was a roaring, gentle thing from the pit of his stomach. Trav's body in his arms should have grounded him, but instead they flew, flew together, and Trav's groan against Mackey's shoulder, the hot spurt of his come in Mackey's ass, that was the crescendo, the soaring of the heavens against his face, the ocean roaring of the wind in his ears.

Collin heard the garage door open and saw the halo glare of the white lights and kept pumping his hips while saying, "Just shut up, Tommy, and fucking come!" Being the gentleman that he was, he nailed Tommy's prostate and gave him a reach-around. Tommy squealed and came all over his hand, and Collin grunted and poured himself into Tommy.

WALKED in three days later, and he was tied to the bed while a girl was tickling him with a feather. And sucking his cock. "But…," I sputtered, after closing the door behind me.

Finger me?" he begged, breathlessly. "A little spit, a little poke-e-ta poke-e-ta? Please?

Mackey stretched out on Trav's sheets almost defiantly, one knee drawn up, his cock larger than Trav had expected now that it was hard and extended up over his thigh.

Clay made a noise previously unheard in human history and spread his legs wide to give Dane access to any part of him Dane wanted to fondle, grope, or suck—including his soul, should his soul reside among any points south, especially, especially, his cock.

Crick got a clear view of him, laughing and nude and beautiful enough to make his heart break.

Mikhail opened his mouth generously, and that was a first, and Shane fell into that sulky mouth like a bird falls into the sky.

On the other hand, touching Seth's body was like the holiest part of church that no priest ever talked about. Making him shiver and make his noises and gasp and moan and come?

What is it that you think about just before you get a condom? Sex!

You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow

Decade When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant. I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour, But I am completely nourished.

You are ice and fire, The touch of you burns my hands like snow. You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis, The silver of moon-touched magnolias. When I am with you, My heart is a frozen pond Gleaming with agitated torches.

I was sure that if I got my hand in between the hard muscles of his butt cheeks, he'd grip it so tight I wouldn't be able to get it out again and I'd pobably have to cut it off at the wrist.

Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore.

I'll curse all dull Sobriety, Fill'd with Wine's delicious Charms, Fill'd with a Mistress in my Arms.

Jazz is the music of the body

La poésie se fait dans un lit comme l'amour Ses draps défaits sont l'aurore des choses (English) Poetry is made in bed like love Its unmade sheets are the dawn of things

El abrazo poético, como el abrazo carnal, mientras dura, prohíbe toda caída en la miseria del mundo.

When the line of incoming guests ended, Peyton put his arm around Carrie's waist. She looked enchanting tonight with her reddish-brown tresses pulled back off her face save for the ringlets that brushed against her bare shoulders. Her skin glowed with softness, and Peyton longed to kiss his way down her neck and across her collarbone.

Readers are sexy.