Quotes About Seduction

Her midriff bare, like the denizen...of some pampering seraglio.

When she found his eyes, hers were fuller and sharper, lit with something that had entered the world centuries before civilized things. "I get off at midnight," she said.

The technique of discovering 'secret marks of the body' by astrological means was fairly widely employed, and the earlier astrologer Simon Forman used it on many occasions as an aid to seducing his female clients. There must surely have been something in it, if only informed guesswork. In any case if an astrologer could tell a client that he or she had a mole on the right side of her navel and it turned out to be the case, some sort of advantage surely resulted.

Without even realizing it, Camille had fallen under the spell of the siren's call: the sound that contains the scent of berries, chocolate, and mint, that tastes of salt and oil and blood, that sounds like a heart's murmur, the passage of clouds, the call to prayers, the beloved's name, and a distant ringing in the ears.

Oh, Lord! This must be what it's like to make love in Hell, he whispered. With a burning she-devil.

Jamie, I panted. He pushed his kilt out of the way and pressed my hand against him. Bloody Christ, I said, impressed despite myself. My sense of propriety slipped another notch. Fighting gives ye a terrible cockstand, after. Ye want me, do ye no?

I want to take ye to bed. In my bed. And I mean to spend the rest of the day thinking what to do wit ye once I got ye there. So wee Archie can just go and play at marbles with his bollucks, aye?

I stood in front of him in nothing but my shoes and gartered rose-silk stockings.

She saw it, and an extraordinary change came over her. She seemed scarcely to move, and yet all at once, her whole person was focused on Myers. No white showed around her eyes; they were black and fathomless, shining in the firelight. She was still short and heavy, but with only the slightest change of posture, depth of bosom and width of hip were emphasized, suddenly curved in a promise of lewd abundance. Myers swallowed, audibly.

God, your arse looks fine, wi' the wet linen of your shift clinging to it. It goes all transparent, and I can see the weight of your buttocks, like great smooth round melons—

I knew Frank hadn't been celibate since my disappearance. In his late forties, he was still lean and muscular, dark and sleek, a very handsome man. Women clustered about him at cocktail parties like bees round a honeypot, emitting small hums of sexual excitement.

Having attractive women is very appealing to most men.

To win a woman, take her with you to see Dracula.

Las mujeres son maliciosas por naturaleza y disfrutan tentando al hombre hacia los caminos del mal

For women, the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.

Erotica is using a feather; pornograpy is using the whole chicken.

Just give her your goddamn window seat, for the love of Christ, she's a stone cold fox, whispered the little red devil that always wants to get laid from his perch just behind my left ear.

He kissed her dizzy, then lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed his way down her neck. "Make love to me," she whispered. "Like I'm a full-grown woman." He pulled back to look at her. "As opposed to...?

Take off your boots, please." He set his feet apart and brought his hands to his hips. He let his gaze slide over her with deliberate slowness, not assessing this time, but going for a blatantly male vibe. He clearly couldn't believe he hadn't shut her up yet, and he was now switching to a different tactic. "What else do you want me to take off?

Everything about Derek Daley is delicious. He makes taking out the garbage look delicious. I'm not even kidding. I saw him do it." She fanned herself. "His muscles bunched. It was very erotic. Practically porn.

She stripped out of her bra first, then her panties. "Happy?" "I could be happier.

You can't see it, but you gave me a raging hard-on." "One-track mind." "It's a good track.

She sashayed into the kitchen like she lived there, and grabbed two glasses from the counter, rinsed them in the sink, all very domestic. His eyes strayed to her breasts. "You came to do dishes?" "I came to come." She winked, smiling from ear to ear. "Gotta appreciate a straight-talking woman.

Her grandmother used to say there were men the devil put on earth to test good women. Clara was tempted to ask the guy whether he'd just zip-lined in from hell. "Go away," she said instead. His smile was worth a thousand words, most of them dirty. His voice dipped. "How can I, when your eyes begged me to come over?