Quotes About Pleasure

I fucked that slicked up cock like a dirty girl and he banged me right back until my wetness was slapping and my tits were bouncing. My hands gripped his pecs and I was warbling for sweet Jesus and I thought my head would explode

They'd already learned it wasn't smart to eat quickly after such a long period of fasting, but he didn't care. If he threw it all up, he'd just enjoy eating all over again. Hopefully a fresh batch.

Oh, man," he mumbled with a full mouth. "At least the food is good.

How can you enjoy ice cream if you never eat broccoli?

The burst of flavour and juice was a glorious thing. Moaning, he attacked the rest of it and had eaten down to its stumpy core

Making coffee is a simple art, yet it also has so many aspects: practice, precision, and the sheer pleasure of making something you know you're going to enjoy. It's an expanding universe of wonderfulness; you never run out of things to get better at.

If it's a drug, then it is the best drug. Good coffee makes us curious about pleasure. It makes us who we wish to be.

Why should jokes and metaphors give such pleasure? Because we can't stand very much ambiguity. Cognitive dissonance makes us uneasy, and for good reason-survival depends on making the world as predictable as possible. So when we figure something out, when we impose order on what seems chaotic, we heave a psychological sigh of relief.

None has more frequent conversations with a disagreeable self than the man of pleasure; his enthusiasms are but few and transient; his appetites, like angry creditors, are continually making fruitless demands for what he is unable to pay; and the greater his former pleasures, the more strong his regret, the more impatient his expectations. A life of pleasure is, therefore, the most unpleasing life.

Selfish men make the best lovers. They're prepared to invest in the women's pleasures so that they can collect an even bigger dividend for themselves.

Then the bull shook himself, turned his head and looked at us. There was an awed whisper from one of the young men: "By gaw, it's working!" I enjoyed myself after that. I can't think of anything in my working life that has given me more pleasure than standing in that pen directing the life-saving jet and watching the bull savouring it.

Pleasure and business, unlike oil and water, can sometimes be mixed.

But then, of course, one can peek through the fingers, which is not only pleasurable but a lesson in practical optics.

This is not a "guilty pleasure" of mine, simply because I don't believe in "guilty" pleasures. Snobbery is just the public face of insecurity.

The subject was quickly dropped as I sucked him to a full stand, and wasn't resumed until his dick plopped out of my ass an hour later.

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I was close to shooting; he was a very good cocksucker.

He stopped talking and set to licking the hard pricks—mine and Charlie's—that he held in his greedy hands.

Fucking really is one of those activities that "practice makes perfect".

I need to fuck you now, Jack. I want to be inside you. All night.

You ain't lived till you've sucked a big, hard, juicy dick." "Mmm-hmm…

Perhaps the blood that was flooding into his dick, bringing it to full erection, was starving his brain of oxygen.

He dropped to his knees and started smothering my cock in kisses; this wasn't going to be a particularly skilful blow job, I thought, but it would be sincerely meant.

What did I know about Bertrand, apart from the fact that his ass fit my dick like a glove?