Quotes About Physicality

As a man, I instantly became aware of the gold in her hair, her height measured against mine, and how easily she'd fit in my arms. ~Ren

If a man doesn't know how to dance he doesn't know how to make love, there I said it!

He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her legs. Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth… His fingers slid over her core. Pushed inside her sex. So wet. So hot. She clamped down on him and held tight.

I was 270 lbs with a 48-inch vertical, benching 500 pounds, running a 4.5, 4.6.

Amanda wrestled with him briefly, enjoying the sensation of rubbing along his brawny naked body until his erection rose hot and hard between them. "Very primitive," she said throatily, continuing to squirm until he gave a groaning laugh.

It wasn't the first time he'd met someone that made him want to kneel, to crawl, to submit, but it was the strongest reaction he'd had in a long time. And she had no qualms about manhandling him. His wrists still ached from where she'd grabbed him, and he wanted to savor that.

People live in a purely carnal physicality and therefore are unable to grasp abstract thought. Physical evidence of a non-physical force is impossible, and without objective philosophical truths, life is utterly meaningless. Due to these intellectual inabilities, rather than individuals using their collective will to seek absolute truth, they choose to be dependent on the materialistic world; rendering them trapped inside a state of existential-crisis.

Trace started on his way again, this time taking the lead. "She's five-four and weighs less than one-twenty. Matt can handle himself." "Says the man with the black eye.

At twenty-one, Mark had been long and leanly muscled, not a spare inch on him. Rainey's gaze ran down his thirty-four-year-old body and she had to admit he was even better now. In fact, the only way to improve on that body would be to dip it into chocolate.

They were average specimens of national manhood, slim and gaunt with deeply tanned skin from riding in jeeps and on motorcycles.

My confidence and drive to go play came when I realized how gifted I was at such a young age and how much bigger my build was than the kids my age.

There's a physicality and confidence to Americans; they're very present. That's something I enjoy being around because it rubs off on you.

His elbows cracked loudly when he straightened his arms, and something hitched and snapped in his right shoulder when he moved it the wrong way; a general stiffness of his frame worked itself out by halves through most mornings, and he labored like an engine through the afternoons, but he was well past thirty-five years, closer now to forty, and he really wasn't much good in the woods anymore.

And his release began, deep inside me, without his moving, shivering through his body so that his arms trembled, the ruddy hairs quivering in the dim light, and he dropped his head with a sound like a sob, his hair hiding his face as he spilled himself, each jerk and pulse of his flesh between my legs rousing an echo in my own.

People are what they do. They are what they say. They are what they want. They are what they remember and what they have forgotten; the motives they reveal and the motives they try to hide. They are their bodies, their voices, the movements of their eyes and hands. Beneath these and other such manifestations of selfhood, it is impossible to go. The "reasons" why people are as they are will always remain hidden not only from outsiders but from themselves too.

Everything about Derek Daley is delicious. He makes taking out the garbage look delicious. I'm not even kidding. I saw him do it." She fanned herself. "His muscles bunched. It was very erotic. Practically porn.

She was hot, he was a man; not being attracted would have been impossible. That gleaming dark hair tempted a man to find out what it would look like released from its tight bun. She had toned, endless legs. Her li8ps were distracting, especially that teasing mole in the corner. She could give a dead monk a boner.

We are Energy, trapped in a bag of blood and guts.

Football is a violent sport, and if you don't kind of go to that dark place to be violent and be physical, you're not going to last very long.

We play a violent sport.

Football is a violent sport. Somebody's going to get hurt. It's the game. Just hopefully, you're on the good side of it.

Football is a violent, competitive game. That's the way it was always meant to be played. You are supposed to play with an edge. You are actually supposed to impose your will on the other person to win.

It's a violent sport. It's meant to be that way.

Guys are getting so big, so fast, so explosive. The game's so violent.