Quotes About Sensuality

She--the unnamed lady--simply drew his hands to the Paleolithic places men always have grown tumid from feeling, like the outward cradle of the hips within which a fetus will reside and her breasts that will nourish it, once born.

Sex touches and plays the body and love, knocks and fragrances the soul.

I just want to eat about a hundred million oysters and two tons of caviar and go swimming naked in champagne…

Silk--that's what I want rubbing against me. I feel so woolen all the time.

A woman's body does a thousand different things, toils, runs, studies, fantasizes, invents, wearies, and meanwhile the breasts enlarge, the lips of the sex swell, the flesh throbs with a round life that is yours, your life, and yet pushes elsewhere, draws away from you although it inhabits your belly, joyful and weighty, felt as a greedy impulse and yet repellent, like an insect's poison injected into a vein.

I had always considered sex an ultimate sticky reality, the least mediated contact possible with another body. Instead, after that experience, I was convinced that sex is an extreme product of the imagination. The greater the pleasure, the more the other is only a dream, a nocturnal reaction of belly, breasts, mouth, anus?of every isolated inch of skin?to the caresses and thrusts of a vague entity definable according to the necessities of the moment.

So pleasure was this: breaking, mixing, no longer knowing what was mine and what was his.

In the crush men used the women to play silent games with themselves. One stared ironically at a dark-haired girl to see if she would lower her gaze. One, with his eyes, caught a bit of lace between two buttons of a blouse, or harpooned a strap. Others passed the time looking out the window into cars for a glimpse of an uncovered leg, the play of muscles as a foot pushed break or clutch, a hand absentmindedly scratching the inside of a thigh.

something had begun to emanate from Lila's mobile body that the males sensed, an energy that dazed them, like the swelling sound of beauty arriving. The music had to stop before they returned to themselves

I was in love with him: as I listened, my veins contracted, my skin froze.

Questo distratto inseminare dei maschi, storditi dal piacere. Ci fecondano sopraffatti dal loro orgasmo. Si affacciano dentro di noi e si ritraggono lasciandoci, celato nella carne, il loro fantasma come un oggetto smarrito.

Era dunque, malgrado le sue qualità, un uomo frivolo, superficiale, un organismo animale che grondava sudori e fluidi e si lasciava alle spalle, come il residuo di un piacere distratto, materia viva concepita, nutrita, formata dentro ventri femminili.

Una lunga, costosa preparazione. Un ridurmi a tavola imbandita per l'appetito sessuale del maschio, a vivanda ben cucinata perché gli venga l'acquolina in bocca. E poi l'angoscia di non farcela, di non sembrare bella, di non essere riuscita a celare con destrezza la volgarità della carne con i suoi umori e odori e difformità.

Your mouth was made to suck my kiss.

We took off our clothes, and we were basically in a sphere of love and light and warmth, and the rest of the world disappeared. It was better than I ever could have dreamed, it was that thing I had been looking for, that love mixed with the rapture of sex.

If culture were clothing, it would be more like negligee than a parka. That's why it's so sexy.

Los labios de Abel estaban fríos como la nieve, pero más allá de los labios encontró el calor del tejido de terciopelo rojo, el tejido sobre la cubierta nocturna de un barco.

Dance me through th curtains that our kisses have out worm. Raise a ent of shelter now, though every thread is torn. Dance me to the end of love. Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin.

una muchacha de unos diecisiete años con un pelo castaño enrulado y deshecho por la brisa, unos ojos marrones tristes y seguros, rotundos como ciruelas, un cuello que se deslizaba hacia unos senos maliciosamente oprimidos por esa camiseta blanca con dos números menos de los precisos, dos pezones, aunque cubiertos, alborotadores, y una cintura de esas que se cogen para bailar tango hasta que la madrugada y el vino se agotan.

She practically had to stop herself from climbing his body and empaling herself on his cock.

You may make love in dancing as well as sitting.

In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.

The suggestion is that psycho-analysis, and in particular its assertion that the neuroses are traceable to disturbances in sexual life, could only have originated in a town like Vienna—in an atmosphere of sensuality and immorality foreign to other cities—and that it is simply a reflection, a projection into theory, as it were, of these peculiar Viennese conditions.

With his mouth still tightly fixed to hers, their breaths mingling, he dragged her hand from around his neck and placed her palm just below her navel. Then he covered it with his own.