Quotes About Attraction

I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it

The way she looks right now, you have to think about multiple car pile-ups. Imagine two bloodmobiles colliding head on. The way she looks, you'd have to think of mass graves to even log thirty seconds in the saddle. Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

The way she looks right now, you have to think about multiple car pile-ups. Imagine two bloodmobiles coliding head on. The way she looks, you'd have to think of mass graves to even log thirty seconds in the saddle. Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breast.

Její hlas mÄ› pÃ…â"¢imÄ›je myslet na její ústa mÄ› pÃ…â"¢imÄ›jí myslet na její dech mÄ› pÃ…â"¢imÄ›je myslet na její prsy.

perchè appena uno trova una buona ragione per farle, le cose perdono il loro fascino.

walking sex furniture

It's probably the only attraction in Shartlesburg, Pennsylvania, a town whose name Miriam finds so funny she, well, nearly sharts every time she hears it.

Why one human being is attracted to another is one of the great mysteries of the world.

You are used to having the focus on you. You've probably heard it many times before—it's all about the submissive. She remains in ultimate control, because she controls the scene. You are obsessed with your own pleasure and pain, and your effect on your Dom. When do you get a whipping, when do you get to come, does your Dom find you sexy, attractive, submissive, obedient?

Why do I keep thinking of her alluva sudden?! Especially when the only time my face gets red and my heart starts puonding...is when I see him! -Syaoran Li

She is really pretty. And somehow, she makes me feel all floaty inside.

I could smell her perfume. It was light and airy, a scent I didn't know, and seemed personal to her. She was so beautiful, I couldn't bear to look at her.

the scent of sweet cherry had attracted hundreds of ants. They were crawling over it and into it, many drowning for their greed.

No passion, only sudden lust, and just as sudden indifference.

He was the type of man women said they hated, they absolutely hated, they absolutely and categorically hated, and then they went to bed with him. I was the type of man women said they hated, and then they went home.

And then she was looking up into the deep-set, dark eyes of the Marquess of Rockley.

A single man, he said he loved women but preferred engines.

When I was seventeen I had a body that Adam woulda dropped Eve for. Hot-potato time. It was prime, no lie. Nothing in the wrong place. I had legs a hundred miles long and a booty to die for. Adam woulda said to Eve, Eve, I'm leaving you, honey, and Jesus himself woulda been in the background saying, Adam, you're one lucky motherfucker.

The grim lioness follows the wolf, the wolf himself the goat, the wanton goat the flowering clover, and Corydon follows you, Alexis. Each is led by his liking.

Love is a journey from the first blush of physical attraction to a marriage of souls.

I want to dip my finger in your pot of honey.

I like your energy. I love your legs. I long to see you.

If you stand a lantern under a tree every insect in the forest creeps up to it—a curious assembly, since though they scramble and swing and knock their heads against the glass, they seem to have no purpose—something senseless inspires them.