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Quotes About Sensuality

You look like my every fantasy come to life,' he whispered, his voice deepening. 'How?' she whispered back. 'Wicked. Abandoned. And…' She heard his hesitation, was intrigued by it. 'And what?' 'Here,' he admitted. 'Now. On my bed after too long. Waiting for me to make love to you over and over again.
~ Sharon Kendrick
powerful orgasm she'd ever
~ Sharon Kendrick
How do they do it, the ones who make love without love? How do they come to the come to the come to the God come to the still waters, and not love the one who came there with them, light rising slowly as steam off their joined skin?
~ Sharon Olds
I can tell you we were right, our bodies were right, life was really going to be that good, that pleasurable in every cell. Suddenly I remember the exact look of your body, but better than that the bright corners of your eyes, or the light of your face, the rich Long Island puppy-fat of your thighs, or the slick chino of your pants bright in the corners of my eyes, I remember your extraordinary act of courage in loving me
~ Sharon Olds
I put my hand on the mastodon of his buoyant hand, which was resting, now, as a swimmer at the end of a stroke may glide, may glide, desire, desire, rest, desire.
~ Sharon Olds
We can't make love out here. It's freezing!" Maryanne cried. A boyishly beseeching look lit up his eyes. "We would heat up quickly." "It's fine for you," she protested. "You only need one part of your body, and you'll be sliding that into warmth.
~ Sharon Page
Stay where I can taste you. Take the pleasure I give you.
~ Shayla Black
She already has my heart. I would like for her to take my penis, too. Is that so much to ask?
~ Shayla Black
She was full of sultry grace With her heavy, red lips and her soft, dark curls.
~ Sheila Kohler
I'm going to come," he whispered, lips against her ear. "Deep, deep inside you.
~ Shelby Reed
Chastity is a monkish and evangelical superstition, a greater foe to natural temperance even than unintellectual sensuality; it strikes at the root of all domestic happiness, and consigns more than half of the human race to misery.
~ Shelley
Despite the other men and women in the crowded room, Nate felt as if Adam played for him. Only for him. Blood pounded through his veins, his cock drawing tight beneath the unforgiving denim of the faded jeans he wore. It was the same every time Adam played his saxophone or sang in that smoky voice of his. Intense arousal surged through Nate's mind along with confusion. How could one man make him feel this way? So lost. So incredibly aroused. So damn needy.
~ Shelley Munro
Why couldn't she get the man out of her mind? Because he reminded you what that hole between your legs is really for.
~ Shelly Laurenston
Brendon's big hands slid under her skirt and took hold of the plain white cotton panties she had to dig through her entire suitcase to find.
~ Shelly Laurenston
Nobody has shot a strip club in black and white in a long time.
~ Paul Schrader
Next time say my name. You'll come more
~ J.R. Ward
Next time you think of me like that , say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.
~ J.R. Ward
It's the right time of the night for making love.
~ Jennifer Warnes
If you caress me one more time, you will melt the butter on my toast.
~ Anthony T. Hincks
I am certain that there are two things in life which are dependable: the delights of the flesh and the delights of literature. I have had the good fortune to enjoy them both equally.
~ Peter Greenaway
Some instinct told her that this was usually done in darkness and with eyes tightly shut, that usually all the pleasure was hugged tightly to oneself, the pleasure-giver shut out. Even in her inexperience she sensed that lovers did not always love with eyes open and focused on each other's whenever it was feasible to do so.
~ Mary Balogh
She received his weight on top of her with a sort of wild relief.
~ Mary Balogh
She had forgotten—ah, yes, she had forgotten just how much he could stir her blood and make her ache with longing for him.
~ Mary Balogh
Had he really held her and kissed her, not in anger, but in real need? Had there been tears in his eyes when he first lifted her against him? Had he called her 'darling,' as he had done during those days in Devon? And he had been going to take her to bed. She could have made love with Robert last night. Her needle paused above her work as shivers sizzled up her arms and along her spine.
~ Mary Balogh