Quotes About Pleasure

Every single pleasure I can imagine or have experienced is more delightful, more of a pleasure, if you take it in small sips, if you take your time. Reading is not an exception.

We finished off a small pie and when we got home I washed the tomato sauce out of her hair, which I had expected, but also out of her underwear, which I think must be the sign that you have really, really enjoyed your lunch.

he felt about a meal in a restaurant the way people feel about money and good health: always better to have it.

If it feels good, enjoy it. If it doesn't, adjust your position until it does.

Oh my boy, only men in bow ties and Andrew Christian underwear can bring me my mimosas.

No man in the history of ever has turned down a blowjob," he gritted.

Was sheathed tightly, stroked by Derek's clenching muscles, swelling in its prince's chamber, even as Rico started to rock back and forth.

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

Clay made a noise previously unheard in human history and spread his legs wide to give Dane access to any part of him Dane wanted to fondle, grope, or suck—including his soul, should his soul reside among any points south, especially, especially, his cock.

This was why men fell asleep when they came. They wanted to remember life this way.

This time it was longer, more drawn out, pleasure being dragged down a gravel road.

On the other hand, touching Seth's body was like the holiest part of church that no priest ever talked about. Making him shiver and make his noises and gasp and moan and come?

I'm sure lovely girls such as yourselves need not worry about this"—Madame LaRoche begins, and I have a hunch we're about to be cautioned against something we enjoy

Offer Treats.

The first draught serveth for health, the second for pleasure, the third for shame, and the fourth for madness.

I'll curse all dull Sobriety, Fill'd with Wine's delicious Charms, Fill'd with a Mistress in my Arms.

Oft am I by the Women told, Poor Anacreon, thou grow'st old, Look how thy hairs are falling all; Poor Anacreon how they fall. Whether I grow old or no, By th' Effects I do not know. This I know without being told, 'Tis time to Live, if I grow Old. 'Tis time short Pleasures now to take; Of little Life the best to make, And manage wisely the last Stake.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

Who his cups can stoutly bear, In his cups despiseth fear, In his cups can nimbly dance, Him Lyaeus will advance: Nectar of us mortals wine, The glad offspring of the vine, Screen'd with leaves, preserv'd within The plump grape's transparent skin, In the body all diseases, In the soul all grief appeases.

Great Bacchus every trouble cures; Then drink as long as life endures. For, whilst we drain the rosy bowl, 'Tis all a sunshine of the soul!

Bring water, bring wine, boy! Bring flowering garlands to me! Yes, bring them, so that I may try a bout with love.

I must beg very serious persons not to read this. It is not written for them. It is not written for grave people who despise trifles and who always require to be instructed. I only venture to offer this to those who like to be entertained, and whose minds are both young and gay. Only those who are amused by innocent pleasures will read this to the end.

Eu já não encontro tanto prazer, confesso, em ver essa gente elegante, depois que uma máquina pôs em movimento o fanatismo estúpido e a obtusa crueldade desses pequenos cérebros.

He would not stoop even to pick up the old manuscript I am going to seek with so much trouble and fatigue. And in truth man is made rather to eat ices than to pore over old texts.