Quotes About Erotic

Gratitude is my chief erotic emotion.

Ir hasta el fondo de lo erótico es mi única necesidad, es tal que no la diferencio de mí. ¿Qué espero? Espero el milagro. Que los santos me concedan una buena frigidez.

I do not deny that I have made drawings and watercolors of an erotic nature. But they are always works of art. Are there no artists who have done erotic pictures?

You know what the first sites on the internet were about? Tech and porn.

To deny sex is to deny life. To reject art is to impoverish yourself, rejecting pleasure and growth. To accept sex and art together is to add to oneself, to be positive instead of negative. Erotic cinema . . . reveals us to ourselves with increasing artistry.

Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.

I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.

But how could he admire Joyce's lengthy, libidinal 'yes' so fervently and end up saying 'no' to his own life? I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.

Shakespeare is to me the purest voice of nature, and he does no meddle with nature. His plays provide us with the greatest variety of erotic expression, and with Shakespeare eros is the proper term to use.

We witness a strange inversion: on the one hand, the endeavor to turn the social contract into a less calculating and more feeling connection among its members; on the other hand, the endeavor to turn the erotic relationship into a contractual one.

I loathe safe sex. Safe sex is to erotic communion what the Salisbury steak in a restaurant on the New Jersey Turnpike is to food. I do it because it's what there is, but I don't want to think about it any more that I have to.

Behind the Arab influence, it is now agreed by historians of mysticism, was an Indian tradition known as Tantra – the yoga of touch, which includes the yoga of sex and inspired the famous erotic temples that every American tourist photographs to astonish his friends. It is within Tantrism that we must seek the transformation by which this sexual mysticism evolved from naive fertility magic (a rite to make the crops grow) and became a form of consciousness expansion.

And, since this was before the invention of Christianity, these erotic eucharists were more often identified with religion than with sin.

Greedy for more?Grinding his hardness against her hip,he nuzzled her neck,her ear,murmuring words in Russian.His warn breaths against her made her shiver wildly.Wh-what did you say? I talked filth in your ear.Voice gone ragged,he said,I told you that you've got the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen,and then I told you what I'm going to do with it.

What if fleshly entanglements were originally patterned on the erotic union of minds, and merely served as inevitable compensation born from despair?

I was erotic. I was beautiful. I was powerful.

First I'm gonna rim ya. Then I'm gonna finger ya. Then I'm gonna fuck ya!

It was rightly said of Sade that his is the work of a moralist. Erotic books are almost all alike in this respect: either they are working toward the elaboration of a revolutionary morality, or they echo the morality of their age, against which they are protesting.

The common erotic project of destroying women makes it possible for men to unite into a brotherhood this project is the only firm and trustworthy groundwork for cooperation among males and all male bonding is based on it.

I have a background in erotic dancing, but that's mostly just - it's not professional, it's just amateur.

I've always felt that poetry was particularly erotic, more than prose was... I say that you read poems not with your eyes and not with your ears, but with your mouth. You taste it.

Working his way back to the leaking tip, Connor licked the droplet of white cum from the slit, stabbing the opening with the point of his stiffened tongue. 

Touch your breast,Hellen, he commanded as he pressed a finger inside her and stroked the tight velvet passageway of her sex.I want to see you squeeze your nipples as I suckle your clit. Oh,gods,she moaned, grasping her breast as her hips swung forward and back.

Sexier than a silk teddy.