Quotes About Sensuality

After duly binding, stripping, beating, torturing and fucking Dossie, Janet held her and brought her nicely back down to earth. Then we went upstairs for something to eat.

Sometimes the material chafed him down around his crotch; a rash had spread out along his legs from his testicles down. It made him feel more alive than he'd felt in years.

Sometimes the material chafed him down around his crotch; a rash had spread out along his legs from his testicles down. It made him feel more alive than he'd felt in years. He scratched his balls just thinking about that warm, itchy feeling.

Eroticize intelligence.

Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment.

Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.

Kisses, even to the air, are beautiful.

Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged hungry look I'd ever seen in my life, and I was pretty sure he didn't even know he had done it.

We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.

Everything squeezed, and warm cum spilled over Brent's hand, oozing onto the pillow beside his head. Brent bitterly lamented that he couldn't taste it, but no matter what had been said, one didn't swallow on the first date.

Sorry," he said. "Let me drop the belt-" "No." She held on when he would have pulled away. "Don't. I like it." Again, he lifted her face, and he smiled. "The tool belt turns you on." "No." She closed her eyes and thunked her forehead to his chest. "Little bit.

When it comes to books, I am a sensuous woman.

Fuck me, Gray. Make me forget my own name." He couldn't speak for her, but he certainly forgot his.

Grayson James, on the other hand,could give me a tongue-lashing of a different sort. A very welcome one.

Um corpo diferente de todos, mais fino, mais alvo, cor-de-rosa, uma beleza que não se sabe — como uma riqueza inesperada, roubada, como uma vertigem... Despir Dona Lalinha será sempre um pecado. Eu teria de ter vivido para a merecer — desde a hora do meu nascimento.

sempre a essas do mel eu dei louvor de meu agradecimento. Renego não, o que me é de doces usos: graças a Deus toda a vida tive estima a toda meretriz, mulheres que são as mais nossas irmãs, a gente precisa melhor delas, dessas belas bondades.

Bay caressed his smooth cheek. "You shaved. It feels soft." He caught her hand and kissed her palm. "Go," he said, opening the bathroom door again. "Before I change my mind and you end up making love to a man who smells like a bear.

Finally, he bent his head and brushed his mouth against hers. It was a light kiss, a feathering as soft as down, but enough to cause her eyes to drift closed as that familiar, shimmering warmth she'd never thought she'd ever feel again began to flow in her veins.

Jesus, you piss me off," he murmured. "Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot." "Don't call it that." His lip twitched. "Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated sexual intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?

Gonna fuck you now." "Sure," I whispered, dazed. "Not sure I'm gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.

I want all kinds of things. First I want to tie you up in my bed with my belt. Then I want to cut off your clothes and fuck you in every hole you have. I also want to come on you and rub it into your skin and lick your pussy until you scream at me to stop because if you come one more time you'll die. Then I want to do it again. I want to own you, Sophie.

I want to stick my cock into your pussy. Don't worry—I'll get you nice and ready first. Open you up with my fingers, make sure you're so wet and hot that when you wrap around me, it'll feel like I'm fucking a goddess because you're goddamn perfect, London. I can't wait to feel your cunt squeezing me. Lick your clit, taste you . . . It'll be good between us. You know it will.

I want to own every part of you," he continued, his breath hot against my skin. "I want to throw you face-first across this counter, rip off those shorts, and fuck you hard and fast until my goddamned cock stops hurting and my balls don't feel like they're gonna explode. Because they've felt that way for a helluva long time, Soph, and I'm startin' to think it's not gonna go away unless I do something about it.

Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot." "Don't call it that." His lips twitched. "Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?