Quotes About Pleasure

there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.

The moment I stopped spending so much time chasing the big pleasure of life. I began to enjoy the little ones, like watching the stars dancing in moonlit sky or soaking in the sunbeams of a glorious summer morning.

Sugar and fat a socially acceptable drugs.

I love sex. The harder the better. A moment where I don't have to think, where I can escape my own mind? Afterwards, I might even get a good night's sleep. But the minute it's over, you're gonna want what you're gonna want, and I'm still gonna be me.

Although he was already suffering from dysentery and needed to be carried in a litter, John consoled himself with a feast of peaches and cider, which did nothing to improve his health.

Things can get so hectic sometimes that we forget to stop and enjoy life, live a little.

I'm going to lick you all over before this night is over, Sara, ... Suck your nipples until you are crazy with need, then spread you wide and lick you until you come and then, I'm going to do it all over again. I'm going to make sure you are so thoroughly fucked that being fucked has a new meaning.

reading was the cornerstone of self-esteem, success, and even a simple pleasure that was lifelong. She

So," Herbalist said with a smile, "you can't dance or chew meat. But if you can hear the birds sing and watch the wind in the leaves, then you still have much pleasure left.

satisfaction.

The kiss lasted quite a long time, with his apricot-scented fingers winding pleasurably in her hair. When they paused for breath, she remarked, "I always feared it would take divine intervention to find me a lover . . . I do believe I was right.

She cried out into his kiss, her hands clawing his shoulders, adrift now in a pleasure that threatened to consume her. In her sexual lifetime she had never known anything like it. Had never tasted such a dark kiss, one that warned her he had no intention of making allowances for sensual inexperience. He was hungry. Needy. And she was the meal he craved.

Oh yeah. Baby, so good. He had to release her nipple, had to hold her face in his hands, stare into her eyes. So damned tight. Sweet. Ride me, sweetheart. Ride me out of hell." Noah & Sabella

Tease? he groaned. Ah, baby, I'm not teasing you. I'm giving to you. Giving you every ounce of pleasure I know how to give you. -Jordan(Live Wire) to Tehya (Enigma)

This was a high that could never be duplicated. It was a high more dangerous to a man's soul than any found in a drug. Because this high chanced an addiction to not just the pleasure, but to the woman. And he was beginning to fear he had found the woman and the pleasure that could become an addiction impossible to live without.

You can just enjoy your little perversions alone. God gave men a hand and five fingers for a reason, you know.

rippling response stroking over his cock.

Each time she closed her eyes she saw…herself…surrounded by the Mackay cousins, their hands touching her as pleasure whipped around her. But it wasn't pleasure she felt in the memory. She felt the dark swirl of shame.

There's a fine line that divides pleasure and pain," he told her as he removed the butt plug from the tray, and the tube of lubricant. "It's so slim, that if went about the right way, the pain adds to the pleasure, in a dark erotic manner.

Oh yeah. Baby, so good. He had to release her nipple, had to hold her face in his hands, stare into her eyes. So damned tight. Sweet. Ride me, sweetheart. Ride me out of hell.

Grace? He kissed her again, then again and again, lingering here and there, tasting her. Her toes curled as he licked a sensitive spot on her nape. Grace sighed and squirmed against him. Oh no you don't, Noah scolded. No more tempting me to unreasonable levels of lust. We need nourishment, woman. And to punctuate that, he gave her hip a swat. What would you like to eat?

No wine, she said. It leads to cheese.

There was sex where you were looked in the eye and beautiful things were said to you, and then there was what Ira used to think of as yoo-hoo sex: where the other person seemed spirited away, not quite there, their pleasure mysterious and crazy and only accidentally involving you. "Yoo-hoo?" was what his grandmother always called before entering a house where she knew someone but not well enough to know whether they were actually home.

The pleasure of homecoming is more than recompense for the pains of setting out, and therefore it is always worth departing.