Quotes About Attraction

I have to really enjoy someone's personality, not just their looks, before I'll kiss them.

I had a very good kiss from Bob Monkhouse once. I thought, 'If I was straight, I would go for Bob.'

It's so interesting how much a bad kiss can ruin a date.

The first time I heard Kiss, I knew that was the type of music I was attracted to.

Rufus? He's a grand kisser, and he's dead sexy.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm a helluva kisser.

I don't like facial hair, and I don't like kissing facial hair, as you cant find the lips.

The thing about kissing men - how do people stand it? The stubble is maddening.

I have three man crushes: Kit Harington, Ryan Gosling, and Alexander Skarsgard.

When I fell for Johnny Galecki, we both knew immediately that we had this connection, and that was it.

I think I'm not really into the handsome, chivalrous knight; I like the bad boys.

People like to hear me say, 'You love me, Chandler Bing. You just don't know you love me.'

No one knows how it is that with one glance a boy can break through into a girl's heart.

He was so gorgeous... Kurt. I don't know how I got lucky that way.

My body cheerfully informed me that he felt really good pressed against me like that, all hard muscles and smooth contours and ominous bulges. My body liked the air of barely leashed strength and caged mayhem he was giving off. My body thought he smelled really good, like heat and coffee and electricity. My body was going to get me killed.

Mircea leaned over to refill my wineglass, and a section of his bare chest showed under the robe, along with a hint of dusky nipple. It's a good thing I'm too stuffed to move, I thought hazily. I would so have jumped that.

I lay there, no longer fighting, since my head was spinning too much. And because I wasn't going to win anyway. And because I kind of liked the feeling of sensual captivity, at least by this particular jailer.

When we'd started working together, I'd assumed it would be a question of putting up with Pritkin; then suddenly the stupid hair was making me smile, and the sporadic heroics were making my heart jump and the constant bitching had me wanting to kiss him quiet.

She darkened his door, he lit her fire, they both burned.

The beauty here was luring but deceptive.

Stop staring at my dick," he growled. Oh, yes it was definitely an illusion. "Barrons loved me staring at his dick,"I informed it. "he would have been happy if I'd stared at his dick all day long, composing odes to its perfection.

So how did he look at me?" "Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.

Stop staring at my dick," he growled. Oh, yes it was definitely an illusion. "Barrons loved me staring at his dick,"I informed it. "he would have been happy if I'd stared at his dick all day long, composing odes to its perfection.

I was no longer sexually vulnerable to the death-by-sex Fae Prince. Jericho Barrons was my poison now.