Quotes About Sensuality

You'll destroy me," she cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp as his tongue licked over her nipple. "Again. You'll destroy me again, Dawg." He had to understand. He couldn't do this to her again. She could easily give herself to him, just like before. "It's okay, Crista. I won't hurt you, baby," he groaned. "It's just us. See? No one else is here. Ever. God, I'd kill the man that tried to touch you now.

Oh yeah. Baby, so good. He had to release her nipple, had to hold her face in his hands, stare into her eyes. So damned tight. Sweet. Ride me, sweetheart. Ride me out of hell.

I've created a monster, he muttered thickly and quickly positioned her over his lap. I need to come, Grace. Bad. I'm shaking like a virgin, but you've got some catching up to do.

Grace? He kissed her again, then again and again, lingering here and there, tasting her. Her toes curled as he licked a sensitive spot on her nape. Grace sighed and squirmed against him. Oh no you don't, Noah scolded. No more tempting me to unreasonable levels of lust. We need nourishment, woman. And to punctuate that, he gave her hip a swat. What would you like to eat?

When they slept together, she almost cried. He was a kisser, and he kissed and kissed. It seemed the kindest thing that had ever happened to her. He kissed and whispered and brought her a large glass of water when she asked for one.

La cotidianeidad tiene estos lazos, el entrañamiento del aire que se respira a dos, del sudor que se mezcla, la ternura animal de lo irremediable.

What's this? Bacon and tangerines. We are going to have an orgy.

She didn't look like any motel manager I had ever seen. More likely an actress who hadn't quite made the grade down south, or a very successful amateur tart on the verge of turning pro. Whatever her business was, there had to be sex in it. She was as full of sex as a grape is full of juice, and so young that it hadn't begun to sour.

He gives me that hint of a half smile tempered with those smoky eyes, a look that's probably stolen virginities, broken hearts, and inspired a few bad poems.

Nestes tempos em que os corpos se escondem, a volúpia é um deleite sensual cuja intensidade está ligada ao mistério do sexo; e, por ser invisível, o corpo inspira aos pecadores devaneios sexuais empolgantes, que tornam irresistivelmente sensuais os colos e os braços nus das mulheres, fazem promissores e instigantes os olhos, as bocas rubras.

We sat side by side on the swings. The creaking sound they made seemed sexier to me than a Jimi Hendrix guitar solo.

sex wasn't just about two people getting naked and tangled up together. A lot of other things were involved, things that make you feel so good you forget who you are, and things that feel so creepy you literally get goose bumps, and things you hold so dear you're afraid to go to sleep, and things that make you so happy you want to bounce up and down—layer after layer of things like that, all mixed up into a sticky mess with the blood and sweat and love juice.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring

Ideas themselves were sensual things to him.

Stiff, huh? I think seeing you roll around on the floor in that tight little outfit accomplished that.

Aw... don't be so upset. Come here and sit on my face.

o encanto indefinido que está para a mulher como o perfume está para a flor e o sabor para o fruto. Porque não basta uma flor ser bela, nem um fruto ser agradável à vista

There was the taste of a strand of cool pearls in his mouth

They were of the female persuasion and richly endowed with vice.

He fell in love with the way she closed her eyes, long before he fell in love with her.

When a man I like touches my arm or my hair, I want to know if he'll touch the center of me, and whatever I learned in school--I went to school for a long time--I seem to believe that my center can be reached best with the tip of a penis....

He leaned toward her, slowly raising his hand to his hat and then doffing it quickly, as if taken by surprise, when she leaned forward to meet him. And this, she thought, of course, was what the whole evening had been for, the delightful feel of his rough cheek against her fingertips, his hands and lips and warm breath. The lingering taste of coffee in his mouth. Something

She thought of sex as the Star Trek transport. You vaporized and found yourself navigating another planet within the second or two it took to realign.

First time I got the full sight of Shug Avery long black body with it black plum nipples, look like her mouth, I thought I had turned into a man