Quotes About Sensuality

Her corset dropped to the floor, and he swept his hands up to cup her breasts. "I'm just ungentlemanly enough to prefer a woman's real flesh, Angel. I like the softness, the fullness of it. If I wanted to feel whalebone, I'd fondle a whale.

He laid her hand on his jutting cock. "This beast is what I want to put inside you, princess. It will hurt you, I fear, and you'll never be the same." She ran a finger along the length of him, then smiled softly. "I should hope not. How good can a seduction be if one ends up the same afterward?

So you do enjoy my lovemaking?" She lifted an eyebrow. "If you can't tell that, sir, you are blind and deaf and probably stupid." If he'd been a peacock, he would have been strutting about, displaying his feathers.

Fuck me sideways. I love you." My hands stilled before I pushed him off. "Uh. Thanks.

I hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me as I rested my head to his chiseled chest.

When I am lonely for boys it's their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don't move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.

Screw poetry, it's you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.

I hunger to commit the act of touch.

His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in my skin, again, arms around him, falling and water softly everywhere, never-ending.

Then she let him lick her fingers for her. He ran his tongue around the small ovals of her nails. This was the closest she could get to him without becoming food: she was in him, or part of her was in part of him. Sex was the other way around: While that was going on, he was in her. I'll make you mine, lovers said in old books. They never said, I'll make you me.

oil paints...the look of licked lips.

But the body had its own cultural forms. It had its own art. Executions were its tragedies, pornography was its romance.

There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something without a shape or name. I remember that yearning, for something that was always about to happen and was never the same as the hands that were on us there and then, in the small of the back, or out back, in the parking lot, or in the television room with the sound turned down and only the pictures flickering over lifting flesh.

Shiny new toes make you feel all fresh and sparkling: if someone wants to suck your toes, those toes should be worth sucking.

call attention of course to the breasts. Some of these women have been within inches of getting Ed to put his head down on their chests, right there in Sally's living room. Watching all this out of the corners of her eyes while serving the liqueurs, Sally feels the Aztec rise within her. Trouble with your heart? Get it removed, she thinks. Then you'll have no more problems.

you occupy me so completely run through my brain as warm chemicals and melted gold, spread out wings to the ends of my fingers reach my heart and stop, digging your claws in

What people need to understand is that pussy is the Front Door of Life

I want to make you faint. I will make you faint. You've had this coming to you for years. None of the fools you've known have kissed you like this - have they? Your precious Charles or Frank or your stupid Ashley... I said your stupid Ashley. Gentlemen all - what do they know about women? What do they know about you? I know you.

Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.

There was madness and magic in the slim body he held, and the lips turned up to him were red and trembling and he kissed her.

had awakened no idea of what passion might be or tenderness or true intimacy of body or spirit.

I just want your extra time and your.......... Kiss

The sexual act is in time what the tiger is in space.

I think we're in a post-pornographic time and nothing seems shocking, but everything remains carnal no matter what you do.