Quotes About Arousal

The first touch of her hands nearly had him coming off the bed in alarm. Her eyes were closed, but her hands lay against his skin lightly, palms down. Every muscle in his body tightened. Every cell responded to her touch. The feel of her skin against his skin took his breath away. He'd felt a woman's hand on his body many times, strokes and caresses meant to inflame him, to arouse him, yet not a single one had ever affected him the way her touch did.

It burst out of him. Crude. But still. He couldn't think with his blood thundering in his ears and roaring through his shaft. Her hands were doing wicked, sinful things

I wish I could bottle the seductive look she gave me so I could sniff it when I jack off.

He looked at my body with desire so intense I felt like I was on fire. He teased me with his cock before he thrust inside me in one swift move.

Endings are lush and lascivious, Vince; they call to me. All spread out on satin inevitabilities, waiting, beckoning, promising impossibly, obscenely elegant solutions—if you've been a good lad and dressed the house just so, for its comfort, for its arousal. All the rest of the nonsense a story requires is must a long seduction of the ending.

Shut me up, Turn me on, Shut me up,

Anytime I'm around a male body part it's kind of exciting.

who wants to make it grand or fortify it for the coitus, must rub it before copulation with tepid water, until it gets red and extended by the blood flowing into it, in consequence of the heat; he must then anoint it with a mixture of honey and ginger, rubbing it in sedulously. Then let him join the woman; he will procure for her such pleasure that she objects to him getting off her again.

arousing, the faint flush desire brought

She moaned, wrapped her arms around him and met greed with greed. This was no gentle exploration, no easy sampling. It was all heat and hunger, passion warring against passion, strength pitted against strength. She was wild tastes and silken textures. She was arousing scents and soft sighs. Her mouth was pure sin, and was rapidly driving

Artificial over-stimulation seemed like the perfect way to stifle a generation of young people who wanted more and more from a world where less and less was available. Whether the victims were men or women, arousal addiction seemed to have become the new normal.

Jimmy's skin smelled like paint. So much so that when she'd wrap her hand around his dick and jerk it up and down – like shaking a can of spray paint – she'd half expect to hear something rattle inside.

As it was, her perking nipples and instantly sopping pussy had to be obvious testament to her desire for the man.

Wheel," he said, his voice throaty with lust. As she lifted herself into the final position, he surreptitiously adjusted his cock in his pants. It was the perfect submissive offering—her body arched into a backbend, feet and hands braced flat on the mat, legs spread wide.

It felt beyond strange to be riding topless in broad daylight, but the exhibitionist inside her—inside every submissive—was deeply aroused.

She'd read somewhere that normal, healthy men got up to twenty erections a day. Um...yep, Ares was definitely healthy.

Those nails. He was mesmerized, and his mind kept thinking about what they'd look like—and feel like—in places much more intimate than the stem of a champagne flute. Was she doing that on purpose? His dick sure thought so, and it tapped against the fly of his pants, begging for the same attention.

This is the stage where arousal is high and orgasm is imminent. During the plateau stage, we enjoy the rush of passion at our partner's touch, but haven't yet reached the stage of orgasmic bliss. If you want sex to last longer, this is the place where you should slow down and try to maintain your arousal level while delaying orgasm. If you want to master the art of multiple orgasms, this is the stage where you should try to linger after orgasm. Orgasm

Men wake up aroused in the morning. We can't help it. We just wake up and we want you. And the women are thinking, "How can he want me the way I look in the morning?" It's because we can't see you. We have no blood anywhere near our optic nerve.

He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmm. You smell so good." "Oh, yeah," I said, smirking. "I call this new perfume 'Le Jungle grime et tropical BO.' " "Dirt and sweat. Very sexy.

Dirt and sweat. Very sexy.

Male sexual response is far brisker and more automatic. It is triggered easily by things - like putting a quarter in a vending machine.

Men have to recognize that women are not all the same when it comes to what can get them aroused.

Arousal through biting is a thing, you know. It's called odaxelagnia,