Quotes About Sensuality

There were times when the fact of impending death seemed as palpable as the bed they lay on, and they would cling together with a sort of despairing sensuality, like a damned soul grasping at his last morsel of pleasure when the clock is within five minutes of striking.

And then she kissed me with a kiss I can only describe as melting

To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have welded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heaven. In general, people savor the pleasures of the flesh only on the condition that they may be insipid.

When my face is flushed with blood, it becomes red and obscene. It betrays at the same time, through morbid reflexes, a bloody erection and a demanding thirst for indecency and criminal debauchery.

A muchos el universo les parece honrado; las gentes honestas tienen los ojos castrados. Por eso temen la obscenidad. No sienten ninguna angustia cuando oyen el grito del gallo ni cuando se pasean bajo un cielo estrellado. Cuando se entregan 'a los placeres de la carne' lo hacen a condición de que sean insípidos.

She was so unsettled by love and the sense of her nakedness that her voice shrank in her throat. The peri­ods of the song warbled through the room. Her whole body seemed ablaze . The drunken , singing head shook with some delirious impulse that seemed to be destroy­ ing her. What insanity! She was weeping, in her wild nakedness, as she approached my bed, which to me was a death bed. She fell on her knees, she fell down in front of me and hid her tears in the sheets.

Simone was tall and lovely. She was usually very natural; there was nothing heartbreaking in her eyes or her voice. But on a sensual level, she so bluntly craved any upheaval that the faintest call from the senses gave her a look directly suggestive of all things linked to deep sexuality, such as blood, suffocation, sudden terror, crime; things indefinitely destroying human bliss and honesty.

La vita, giovanotto, è una donna sdraiata, con seni accostati e rigonfi, con una gran pancia liscia e molle fra i fianchi sporgenti, con braccia sottili, cosce piene e occhi socchiusi, che nella sua provocazione splendida e beffarda esige il nostro più fervido ardore.

Non erano mai stati due in nessun altro posto, se non quando avevano fatto l'amore per la prima volta, fra l'erba alta e le ortiche al margine del bosco di Sarelle. - La camera azzurra

Non si passa la vita a letto, in una camera vibrante di sole, abbandonandosi al furore di due corpi nudi. - La camera azzurra

Was it he who had shacked up with the two Martini women, the mother with the plastered face and the daughter with the callipygian figure? … Was it he who had immersed himself blissfully in the crapulous laziness of the Liberty Bar? …

Più io sono goffo avvicinandomi a lei e più, ne sono sicuro, lei è contenta. È il mio turbamento che osserva piuttosto di pensare al suo piacere, quell'attimo in cui per un miracolo che si riproduce alcuni milioni di volte al giorno, un corpo di donna diventa per un uomo la sola cosa importante al mondo.

Kiss my lips. She did. Kiss my lips again she did. Kiss my lips over and over and over again she did.

I like dirty boys. Mechanics, construction workers, artists who get paint and clay everywhere. They gotta have rough hands.

I love the whole lingerie outfit - you know, thigh-high tights and garters.

I feel sexy all the time. I feel like sexiness is in my blood.

You've found that there is something that can make you feel, and make you feel present: sex. Not the routine, dusk-and-dawn sex of a trusted, established relationship, but illicit, dangerous sex. Sex that is novel and leaves you sore; that is experienced in the gaps between your mundane, moral life; that is strange and breathless and addictive.

Lipstick never lasted long when they were together; he would always kiss her after she had applied it, as if he liked the smearing viscous sensation. Sometimes she felt sure it was discomposing her that he enjoyed.

Her perfume enveloped him as he reached for her. His hands smoothed over soft fabric before finding the warmth of her skin. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed him hungrily, greedily. She tasted so good. Like sin. Like every dirty thought he'd ever had.

The tourmaline eyes were both grave and wicked, and Violet felt herself blushing.

I wanted to feel his strength; I wanted to feel him. I didn't care how anymore. I just wanted him to touch me.

You need to present yourself as a twenty-year-old pole dancer.

I don't want a martyr in my bed," he drawled lightly, "so cease pretending that you don't burn for me the way I burn for you.

Circe]: What is the matter? Does my kiss offend you? Do I have bad breath from hunger? Have I neglected to cleanse my sweaty armpits?