Quotes About Erotic

It's difficult for me to say, but I don't think the sex scenes are particularly erotic.

The erotic drive is the great energy that moves through all evolution. What about love? Where does that fit in? Love's simply the handmaiden of the great energy, and an excuse to write suspect poetry.

The erotic state – again, a mixture of concentration and spontaneity – is a hypnoidal state, probably the most powerful kind that we are capable of experiencing, and it is in this condition that unexpected regions of the self are revealed, as the majority of people know from experience.

They toured India, after calls for Maud to be banned from performing there; imperial values imagined that Maud's erotic dance would excite the 'rich native' to an unsafe degree

when women tell stories about other women who are not their friends, whom they envy, with whom they cannot identify, they seek to destroy. As all women know, gossip can be destructive and terrible. Because we have been forced to separate our aggressive and our erotic drives in relation to men, we locate our aggression in our relations with other women.

One sleepy day and the casualness of your erotic heart plays like a tune emerging from the backdrop.

Un día soñoliento y el desenfado de tu corazón erótico suenan como una melodía que emerge tras bastidores.

They're going at it like a couple of fuck monkeys. Almost on the fade up, Louis cums.

Erotic: meaning you're desired. For madness is seductive, sexy. Female madness. So long as the female is reasonably young and attractive.

At first I couldn't believe it. I waited, not moving my cock, which was rock hard thanks to this pulsing grip. But yes, here it was again. The same pattern, the same rhythm. I was being signaled by an asshole in Morse code. And it was signaling SOS.

Go ahead. Take that thick leather belt and tan my hide for me." I turned over and wiggled my tail at him, wondering how far this game would go.

My perception of your beauty was far more erotic than your real beauty! Am I to be blamed for taking too much effort on my part in beautifying you or did you fail in seducing me?

I don't categorize myself as an 85-year-old woman who has written an erotic novel. I categorize myself as a writer who's written an erotic novel.

Quando tutto si tace così, alto come qua, tutto porta al cuore. O più ancora verso gli organi copulatori. Oh, musica eterea delle sfere! Oh, potenza erotica delle semicrome cosmiche obliterate dalla tendenza gravitazionale e fatale del mondo verso il niente!

Having been liberated from manual labour and located in the sensory deprivation chambers of apartments and offices, this body has nothing left but the erotic as a residue of what it means to be embodied.

I was born to be a ballerina - my physique, my spirit, my feeling for music. What I am can only be expressed in dance. I am an erotic woman and that's what dance is.

I always want to write erotic music... Not only about the love between men and women, but in a much more universal sense - about the sensuality of the mechanism of the universe... about life.

I am a big fan of vampires. I've always been obsessed with the genre, and the beautiful romanticism and erotic kind of nature of the immortal being, the undead who lives on human blood.

It is absolutely the central theme in my design philosophy - that life is erotic, period. The female body is one of the most extraordinary designs ever done in this universe.

oh, it's a penis. They're all masturbating. At high speed, it seems.

Madness, mayhem, erotic vandalism, devastation of innumerable souls - while we scream and perish, History licks a finger and turns the page.

I make sure that my pictures are not too erotic and that they always have a trace of humor. I make sure they are 'in good taste.' Either you understand it or not.

The candor of Ann's absolute nakedness, not caught in unselfconsciousness like a young nude in a romantic painting, but fully aware of her erotic power, roused in Evelyn an arrogance of body, a lust that burned through her nerves like the fire of the sun they both stood in. This was the freedom she wanted, an animal freedom exposed to the emptiness of sky and land and water.

Both the Sublime and the Beautiful induce a state of submission that is often combined with the possibility of getting lost. They disorientate and undermine purpose. In one of several erotic sections in the Enquiry Burke describes the experience of looking at a beautiful woman's body: it is, he writes, like a 'deceitful maze, through which the unsteady eye glides giddily, without knowing where to fix, or whither it is carried'. It