Quotes About Sensuality

The smart boys fuck like they're composing a piece of math rock: This hand strums around here, and then this finger offers a nice bass rhythm... I sound quite slutty, don't I?

Then she turned and firmly folded her evening like gold and lavender gauze deep within the creases of her dreams, and let her clothes drop to the floor

I suspect that one of the reasons we create fiction is to make sex exciting.

Poets were intended to live to the full the life of the senses.

and yet could swear it was just then that I fell in love. It wasn't, of course, simply the onions -- it was the sudden sense of an individual woman, of a frankness that was so often later to make me happy and miserable.

Feeling her against me, I was reminded of desire. Would that always be the case now—not desire, but only the reminder of it?

She got up and he saw the skin of her thigh for a moment above the artificial silk, and a prick of sexual desire disturbed him like a sickness. That was what happened to a man in the end: the stuffy room, the wakeful children, the Saturday night movements from the other bed. Was there no escape––anywhere––for anyone? It was worth murdering a world.

something new every time." The sound of forest insects comes from the phone. Then the screen lights up with the green sweep of my backyard. Even from the kitchen counter, I can see Jet's naked body sitting astride mine on the patio steamer chair. "That didn't come off Pornhub," Paul says. "That's the real deal.

She imagined what it was like to be a big, hairy animal, cock flopping as you walked, like a careless, unruly advertisement

Nothing in the world is so soft and pleasing to the touch, as the skin of a woman's thigh. No flower, feather or fabric, can match that velvet whisper of flesh. No matter how unequal they may be in any other ways, all women, old and young, fat and thin, beautiful and ugly, have that perfection. It's a great part of the reason why men hunger to possess women, and so often convince themselves that they do possess them: the thigh, that touch.

It was deliciously pagan.

The pleasure in lovers' gifts is that they are often covert and secretive, worn next to the skin, hidden under pillows.

I feel the sexiest in my husband's t-shirts, especially after he's worn it all day.

A ponytail or a chignon makes me feel very beautiful and sensual. I feel like I can be more myself that way - I can move and talk without worrying about the hair.

I prefer a kiss that is so much more than just a tongue in your mouth.

If it's supposed to be a really passionate snog, you slip the tongue in.

I find fragrance to be such a mood enhancer and definitely a seduction tool.

In life there are two things which are dependable. The pleasures of the flesh and the pleasures of literature.

See, sexuality is less about the actual act of having pretty good sex for seventeen minutes twice a week and much more about surrounding yourself with an ever simmering sensual energy, pulsing just underneath your daily life and infusing almost everything you do. It's like you're always just a little bit horny, just a little turned on, but the object of your gentle lust isn't just your lover, it's divine life itself.

The love that we will never make together is the most beautiful, the most violent, the most pure, the most heady.

L'amour est aveugle et sa canne est rose

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He had the kind of face you wanted to kiss — lips, forehead, cheeks, eyelids, everywhere except his chin. That you wanted to bite.

Her big green eyes drove all conventional greetings clean out of his mind. Oh, what the hell? he thought savagely, and bent his head to kiss her. 'G-Giovanni!' The suitcase fell uselessly from her hand and her fingertips went straight up to his shoulders, biting into the sensually scented leather with an abandon which gathered momentum with each thrust of his tongue as he kissed her with shameless abandon.