Quotes About Sensuality

Sex on a rainy afternoon is like getting all the gloom and wetness to go away for a while. And afterwards you don't even notice if the rain's still falling.

He had gone to bed early, made love, then got up and washed – it wouldn't do to meet an angel while glazed in places with love's juices, like an egg-white coated Michaelmas bun.

A woman of intense feeling, head thrown back, hair wild, lips open upon a cry of unbelievable pleasure. The enchanted. A warrior both disciplined and passionate, his whole being focused in the moment. The enchanter. Now he is bending down to her, drinking her cries .....

intriguing sensual pleasure.

Movie kisses looked like they'd hurt. She couldn't get enough of them. They made her feel alive - not in any expansive way, but assessed, her pulse taken, a rubber mallet to the knee that made her kick.

Cuando mi piel recuperó un tono uniforme, dormí con otro hombre y descubrí, al ver mis manos torpemente tiradas en la sábana a ambos lados de mi cuerpo, que había olvidado qué hacer con ellas.

Ever since I saw you"—she pulled me closer and draped both of my legs over her shoulders. Her eyes blazed with hunger—"I have just wanted to eat you up.

Don't you like them?" She ran her fingers across the waistband of her panties. "I'm afraid I can't appreciate them in such low lighting. You will have to take them off and let me have a better look." He tried to smile innocently. She rested her hands on her hips and shook her head slowly. "Very well. I will have to do it for you." He took a step closer to her.

He pressed his forearms flat against the wall, caging me with his body. Electric heat sparked in the space between us. He pulled back. His irises swirled with silver flecks, twisting into a metallic pool. His Wolf stared down at me. "I don't want anyone touching you, except me.

His lips turned upward. "Man told you to lick salt off me, but he didn't say where you would be licking the salt from.

I'M NEVER BORED ... I've got a clitoris ;-)

His mouth whispered over hers, destroying her defences and rebuilding all her dreams.

Ray likes how smooth I am, how raw my skin is. It burns by the time he's done touching it.

Nature, perpetual whore, distracts with the immediate.

and suddenly, it seemed, he lay in the sunlight, beautiful with his olive skin, dark haired, dark eyed, the gleaming bodily vision of a strayed faun.

Love I never associated with the senses, it was not even passion that I wanted; it was a conscious, subtle, elaborate sensuality, which I knew not how to procure.

Está tan gorda, que sus amantes pueden besarla durante toda una noche sin besarla nunca en el mismo sitio...

njegov zadnji pogled sklizne niz tijelo Liane Taillefer, niz grudi i bokove, sve do ?vrstih i bijelih nogu koje je malo odvajala dok je sjedila i koje su bile uvjerljive i snažne poput stupova nekog hrama

Qué otro objeto tiene un vestido de mujer sino incitar a quitárselo?

The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.

If this wasn't automotive foreplay, what was?

don't swill my best cognac. You must savour each drop." "Savour like you do a man".

His fingers threaded through my hair, pulling me off of his cock. I licked the last of his juices off of my lips. When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me in wonder.

The dazzling splendour revealed to the artist by the model that divests herself of her clothes has the effect of the sun piercing the clouds. Venus, Eve, these are feeble terms to express the beauty of women.