Quotes About Sensuality

he was breathing Lenina's perfume, filling his lungs with her essential being. His heart beat wildly; for a moment he was almost faint.

is the havoc which ensues when a man with an idealistic misconception of life born of a cloistered and emotionally deprived upbringing experiences the full, sensual impact of human passion.

Stab your demoniac smile to my brain, Soak me in cognac, love, and cocaine

Until you've got your mouth full of cocaine, you don't know what kissing is. One kiss goes on from phase to phase like one of those novels by Balzac and Zola and Romain Rolland and D. H. Lawrence and those chaps. And you never get tire. You're on fourth speed all the time, and the engine purrs like a kitten, a big white kitten with the stars in its whiskers.

Her cheeks were bright with a soft vermilion of the pomegranate mingling with the whiteness of the lily.

Hay algo que se desea más que una primera noche pasada junto a una amante: una segunda

Finché alla fine ti bacerò sul cuore, perché ti voglio, morderò la pelle che batte sul tuo cuore, perché ti voglio, e con il cuore tra le mie labbra tu sarai mio, davvero, con la mia bocca nel cuore tu sarai mio, per sempre, se non mi credi apri gli occhi signore amato mio e guardamo, sono io, chi potrà mai cancellare questo istante che accade, e questo mio corpo senza più seta, le tue mani che le toccano, i tuoi occhi che lo guardano.

Forse il mondo è una ferita e qualcuno la sta ricucendo in quei due corpi che si mescolano. E nemmeno è amore, questo è stupefacente. Ma è mani e pelle, labbra, stupore, sesso, sapore, tristezza, forze perfino desiderio. Quando lo racconteranno non diranno la parola amore: mille parole diranno, taceranno amore, tace tutto intorno.

Sex is like math: Add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and hope you don't mult—

He evidently did not care that they were in full view of a cluster of dog-owners walking their dogs. He stopped and took her in his arms, kissing her passionately and urgently.

He looked again at Angel. Her blonde hair, shoulder length, had been tied back with a red ribbon. A red ribbon stood for carnality—of course it did. And her blouse was tight—deliberately so. You don't wear clothes that are tight unless you want to get out of them at the first opportunity—everybody knew that. And her jeans were close-fitting, and even her shoes looked several sizes too small for the feet that were within.

Que je voulais, dans quelle fièvre Toucher ses pieds, du bout des lèvres

I bow my head submissively and see that my chest is heaving, already dotted with the telltale flush of sexual arousal.

What do you wear for a man who kissed you like he was making babies?" Go the demure route, so he knows you're not there to continue indulging in that kind of behavior? She snorted.

What do you wear for a man who kissed you like he was making babies?

Such a wicked smile you're wearing," he said approvingly, flipping her sandals off. "I think it should be the only thing you have on.

Such a wicked smile you're wearing," he said approvingly, flipping her sandals off. "I think it should be the only thing you have on." He unsnapped her shorts, then slid everything off the lower half of her body in one smooth slide. "You've been practicing," she said, though it was hard to keep the casual banter going now, seeing as he was slowly kissing his way past her ankle and on up along the curve of her calf.

Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?

His voice was a intimate as the rustle of sheets.

Sex that's limited to perfunctory foreplay and then a race down the express track to orgasm is an insult to the human capacity for pleasure.

More pragmatically, we have had long, intense intimate conversations that felt deeply sexual to us. And we have had intercourse that didn't feel terribly sexual.

We think that this thought does a nice job of expressing the tension that often happens in good S/M – the "oh-my-god-this-is-terrible-please-don't-stop" energy that we all know and love.

nipple tug-of-war," in which two people both put on nipple clamps with chains running from one person to the other and lean backwards so that both sets of tits get a nice steady pull, is a good example.

Sex is for pleasure, a complete and worthwhile goal in and of itself. People have sex because it feels very good, and then they feel good about themselves. The worthiness of pleasure is one of the core values of ethical sluthood.