Quotes About Sensuality

Sexy with a capital SEX.

Open your heart to wine.

The sex was like digging into an incredibly rich, gooey brownie topped with Haagen-Dazs vanilla ice cream and smothered hot fudge after six months on the Atkins diet.

Žena je imala tanane, prili?no izvijene obrve. Haljina joj je otkrivala le?a i Gaus se pitao kako bi bilo pritisnuti usne na njih.

But it was also a face of many layers. Sensuous and vulnerable, contemptuous and iron-willed. Somewhere a trace of sadness. But it was her energy—her restless, reckless energy—that intrigued him the most and would have been most difficult to capture on canvas. Her eyes flashed about him. Even after the long rehearsal session, her hands could not remain quiet. They

She took him to places inside a shaded room that he'd only dimly imagined might exist, and while there in sweaty reality he reclined like a pasha of lust, a man lost to squirts, sighs, fresh angles of entry and the enveloping stink, and to find this carnal enchantment for the first time at his age was to welcome a streaking of madness into his life—madness he prayed had no end now that it had begun.

the lonliest sound in the world is other people making love.

Her voice had something of the warm darkness in it.

Your eyes are so— I don't know— they do something weird to me..." "Yeah? Yours do something weird to me, too, Jonathan...

Poetry for me is as much a spiritual practice as sexual ecstasy is.

I fucked that slicked up cock like a dirty girl and he banged me right back until my wetness was slapping and my tits were bouncing. My hands gripped his pecs and I was warbling for sweet Jesus and I thought my head would explode

And the careful manipulation of the occluding edges of clothing with progressive revealing of skin is a form of the theatrical art called stripping.

But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires. from "Araby

Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.

Mitch, have you ever tried fucking while stoking a furnace and running an engine?

The subject was quickly dropped as I sucked him to a full stand, and wasn't resumed until his dick plopped out of my ass an hour later.

I was already imagining how good it would be to eat his big, round ass.

the body had

I was close to shooting; he was a very good cocksucker.

He stopped talking and set to licking the hard pricks—mine and Charlie's—that he held in his greedy hands.

I need to fuck you now, Jack. I want to be inside you. All night.

He drew me to him and kissed me on the mouth, softly, without aggression. His face, which had ripped me raw with its stubble in the night, was smooth and soft now. His body was warm and hairy. And his cock—that ever ready cock—was pointing to the ceiling again.

You ain't lived till you've sucked a big, hard, juicy dick." "Mmm-hmm…

Perhaps the blood that was flooding into his dick, bringing it to full erection, was starving his brain of oxygen.