Quotes About Pleasure

I reached around and pulled my butt cheeks apart. That was all the reassurance he needed, and suddenly I felt that hot breath on my hole, felt the sandpaper of his face against my buttocks, and then—oh, brave new world!—felt his tongue lapping at me, licking me, caressing me where I had never been touched before.

Come on, Jack. Open your mouth and suck it.

Without a complete view of sin, people can burn out in their pursuit of pleasure.

Fun—a word you don't hear much in church—is also a foretaste of heaven and, for Christians, an important spiritual goal.

I am sure that no man can derive more pleasure from money or power than I do from seeing a pair of basketball goals in some out of the way place.

Moving therefore from an original center, the sexual engagements of infinite players have no standards, no ideals, no marks of success or failure. Neither orgasm nor conception is a goal in their play, although either may be part of the play.

He liked to read with the silence and the golden color of the whiskey as his companions. He liked food, people, talk, but reading was an inexhaustible pleasure. What the joys of music were to others, words on a page were to him.

Mere pleasure is at best but fleeting; happiness is abiding, for in the recollection thereof is renewed.

All night a door floated down the river. It tried to remember little incidents of pleasure from its former life, like the time the lovers leaned against it kissing for hours and whispering those famous words. Later, there were harsh words and a shoe was thrown and a door was slammed. From "The Wrong Way Home

Faithful, you have fulfilled your worthy name. "Faithful" to Him with whom you now are blessed. While pleasure-seekers, men without your faith, Cry out in fear, and cannot hope for rest. Sing, Faithful, sing! Your name will now survive

One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.

Don't pay any attention to her," Harriet said to her sister, between her teeth. "Old bitch." Hely had never heard Harriet swear before. A wicked shiver of pleasure fluttered down the back of his neck. "Bitch," he repeated, more audibly, the bad word delicious on his tongue.

My library has been the greatest possible pleasure to me," he wrote to his parents during his freshman year, "as whenever I have any spare time I can immediately take up a book. Aunt Annie's present, the 'History of the Civil War,' is extremely interesting." From early childhood, he had regarded books as "the greatest of companions." And once encountered, they were never forgotten

We stood, separated by space, certainly, in identical conditions of pleasant uncertainty and anticipation, and we both held our hearts in our hands, all pink and palpitating and ready for pleasure and pain, and we were about to throw these hearts in each other's face like snowballs, or cricket balls (How's that?) or, more accurately, like great bleeding wounds: 'Take my wound.

For women like me, integrity isn't chastity, it isn't fidelity, it isn't any of the old words. Integrity is the orgasm. That is something I haven't any control over.

What a luxury a cat is, the moments of shocking and startling pleasure in a day, the feel of the beast, the soft sleekness under your palm, the warmth when you wake on a cold night, the grace and charm even in a quite ordinary workaday puss.

descubrir que hemos logrado de un modo tan fácil algo tantas veces deseado es decepcionante. Es como si no lo hubiera estado intentando. Conseguir algo que uno quiere por pura casualidad, no, no hay en ello placer, ni sensación de éxito.

The holy act of sex, my sex, done in your name, done for the only, the best reason. Because we want it.

Your blasted Nanny should have taught you what mine did,' said Lymond. 'The things you enjoy most aren't good for you.

That night Lymond, too, broke free from the prison he had made for himself. He drank of intent, until one by one the barriers crumbled and let run loose all those qualities he possessed, like Alkibaides, of a tarnished and insolent profusion, to set alight in his fellow-men that killing flame of excitement, of passion, of pleasure.

For carnal pleasure?' she said, and laughed wildly. 'Like unto Uranus and Gaea? It hadn't occurred to me. On the other hand, it is a gift of Francis's to fill his house with sons bred in incest.

Duke's son, cook's son, son of a hundred kings – people will stand there for hours on end, with their ear-drums splitting – why? Simply for the pleasure of being idle while other people work.

Not in the least, Mrs. Venables. Nothing would please me more than to ring bells all day and all night. I am not tired at all. I really don't need rest. I would far rather ring bells. The only thing that worries me is whether I shall be able to get through the peal without making stupid mistakes.

Wonderful what a little nip'll do in case of need, and the less you're used to it the more good it does you.