Quotes About Sensuality

Il me désire tellement que je m'agenouille et je le fais jouir avec la bouche, longuement. Il se tait, puis murmure seulement mon prénom avec son accent russe, comme une litanie. Mon dos contre le mur, le noir (il ne veut pas de lumière), la communion.

Instantanément, il lui est venu un air de curiosité et de jouissance, comme s'il me voyait les jambes écartées, le sexe offert. Peut-être trouvait-il aussi son plaisir dans la subite transformation de la bonne étudiante d'hier en fille aux abois.

Il y a eu, comme alors, les caresses réciproques avec les lèvres. Nous avons un accord profond. J'aime les positions de soumission où il me domine complètement, me voit de dos et je ne le vois pas, idem la fellation.

Diontsos]. Swoony type, long hair, bedroom eyes, cheeks like wine.

Est fou, bien sûr, qui se refuse aux délices du vin, quand on peut dresser haut celui que je tiens là, palper un sein, caresser des deux mains une prairie offerte ! L'or danse et l'on oublie ses maux !

The clitoris is pure in purpose. It is the only organ in the body designed purely for pleasure.

What does your vagina smell like?' ANSWER: 'My husband's face.

Don't be polite. Bite in. Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin. It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are. You do not need a knife or fork or spoon. For there is no core or stem or rind or pit or seed or skin to throw away.

She did not plan; she merely let herself go, and the overwhelming life in her did the rest.

Her breasts, although not large, jutted out shamelessly under the soft, warm, heavy fabric, free of the tight undergarments that imprisoned them during the day.

My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

You've got an awfully kissable mouth.

The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.

When I'm with you, I don't breathe quite right.

I'll never be a poet,' said Amory as he finished. 'I'm not enough of a sensualist really; there are only a few obvious things that I notice as primarily beautiful: women, spring evenings, music at night, the sea; I don't catch the subtle things like 'silver-snarling trumpets.' I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never right anything but mediocre poetry.

He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.

These things excite me so ,' she whispered. 'If you want to kiss me any time during the evening, Nick, just let me know and I'll be glad to arrange it for you. Just mention my name. Or present a green card.

Suddenly he was inside the radius of her perfume and kissing her breathlessly.

There's so much spring in the air-- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.

a negligée of robin's-egg blue laid out upon the bed diffused a faint perfume, elusive and familiar. On a chair were a pair of stockings and a street dress; an open powder box yawned upon the bureau. She had gone out.

As he held her and tasted her, and she curved in further and further toward him, with her own lips, new to herself, drowned and engulfed in love, yet solaced and triumphant, he was thankful to have an existence at all, if only as a reflection in her wet eyes.

He felt that if he had a love he would have hung her picture just facing the tub so that, lost in the soothing steamings of the hot water, he might lie and look up at her and muse warmly and sensuously on her beauty.

And she wanted for a moment to hold and devour him, wanted his mouth, his ears, his coat collar, wanted to surround him and engulf him…