Quotes About Pleasure

As man-candy went, he was a caloric binge. Eve thought it was easy to see why he had so many clients paying for a nibble.

and thought if every day started off with sex and waffles, people would maybe be less inclined to kill each other.

every day started off with sex and waffles, people would maybe be less inclined to kill each other.

You want the kick without the intimacy?... You don't need a partner for that. And you have one tonight. I intend to give as much pleasure as I get.

good sex, a hot shower, then bacon? Did a morning get any better?

He stroked the cat's neck and sent him into ecstasy.

Erotica so he'd last longer.

Maybe that was one of the purposes of sex. To isolate you, for a little while, from everything but yourself and your lover. To allow you to focus in on your body, its needs, the gratification that was physical and—if you were lucky in that lover—emotional as well. Without those pockets of solitude and sensation, you might just go mad.

In the act of writing he experiences, today, an exceptional sensual pleasure -- in the feel of the pen, snug in the crook of his thumb, but even more in the feel of his hand being tugged back lightly from its course across the page by the strict, unvarying shape of the letters, the discipline of the alphabet.

Vergnügen ist Mangelware, aber an Schmerz ist heute überall ranzukommen.

For I was not, as I liked to think, the indulgent pleasure-loving opposite of the cold rigid Colonel. I was the lie that Empire tells itself when times are easy, he the truth that Empire tells when harsh winds blow.

No será la belleza otro objeto de consumo, como el vino? Uno lo bebe, lo traga y nos da una breve sensación placentera, embriagadora, pero ¿qué queda? Lo que el vino deja como saldo, con tu perdón, es la orina; ¿cuál es el saldo de la belleza? ¿En qué te hace bien? ¿Nos hace mejores?

Porque carece de talento para mentir, engañar o saltarse las normas, igual que tampoco lo tiene para el placer y la ropa moderna. Solo tiene talento para la tristeza, la tristeza sincera y aburrida.

The current understanding of happiness identifies it as a pleasurable feeling. Pleasant feelings are surely better than unpleasant ones, but the problem today is that people are obsessively concerned with feeling happiness; people are slaves to their feelings. Feelings are wonderful servants but terrible masters. When people make happiness their goal, they do not find it and, as a result, start living their lives vicariously through identification with celebrities.

For once you yourself cease to take pleasure in the common enjoyments of life, you hate the normal man who is so much more fortunate than yourself.

If sex were food, Rhage would haven been morbidly obese.

What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breath. - Rhage to Mary

Next time you think of me like that , say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.

When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn't it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. –JM

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

Next time say my name. You'll come more

Humans: Nature's remedy for an otherwise good time.

just like peaches, he said, stripping off her panties. And I love peaches. -Wrath

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese. (Dark Lover)