Quotes About Seduction

Candy apple red is my favorite color. It's a powerful color to wear. It's always been that way - I've always been really attracted to that color.

I think everyone loves a slash of red lipstick.

I remember reading the script for 'Dangerous Liaisons' and thinking that I could quite happily spend the rest of my life watching this film; the story and the writing were so wonderful.

Brazilians love to seduce, to have fun, to dance, to charm. We like a little bit of attention.

Anything that a man hears is sexy is gold to him.

'Rosemary's Baby' is one of my all-time favorite books. I love that it just ends with, you know, 'Hey, the devil's in the world, and guess what? Mom kind of likes him!' And that's the end.

Thy red lips, like worms, Travel over my cheek.

La vita, giovanotto, è una donna sdraiata, con seni accostati e rigonfi, con una gran pancia liscia e molle fra i fianchi sporgenti, con braccia sottili, cosce piene e occhi socchiusi, che nella sua provocazione splendida e beffarda esige il nostro più fervido ardore.

They must have had a great deal of practice, though I don't think it can be wholly due to practice, do you? I never met a rake before, or thought much about it, but I should suppose that a man could scarcely become one – well, not a very successful one, at all events – if he were not naturally engaging.

A woman of the world is anxious to exhibit her form and shape, whether walking, standing, sitting, or sleeping. Even when represented as a picture, she desires to captivate with the charms of her beauty and, thus, to rob men of their steadfast heart.

I love the whole lingerie outfit - you know, thigh-high tights and garters.

Her perfume enveloped him as he reached for her. His hands smoothed over soft fabric before finding the warmth of her skin. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed him hungrily, greedily. She tasted so good. Like sin. Like every dirty thought he'd ever had.

She glanced up into his face. He was looking down at her, his mouth soft, his expression indulgent. If his expression was anything to go by, he was going to be a very generous lover. The corners of his mouth eased into a smile. "Very generous." She tried to put resentment into her tone, but she didn't think she was too successful. "You peeked into my mind." His finger wove through a curl at her temple. "That seems inevitable between us.

I want to make love to you. Will you let me?

Isn't it what you want, to have every man who sees you desire you?

Nico Rossi wasn't a good boy. He was a bad boy dressed in a good suit.

Circe]: What is the matter? Does my kiss offend you? Do I have bad breath from hunger? Have I neglected to cleanse my sweaty armpits?

If you were M. Pujol, Madeleine says, I would reach out my hand to you. Like this. If you were M. Pujol, Adrien says, I would press my mouth against your pulse. Like this. If you were he, she says, I would cup your chin in my fingers. If you were he, he says, I would take those fingers into my mouth. Then my mouth would envy my fingers, she says. Then your mouth must usurp your fingers, he says. And then, she says, I would do this.

A man who can effortlessly get what he wants, and right now those exquisite hazel eyes stare her down as if to devour her entire being.

Sitting next to him for such a long time made me want to ravish him on the beach where grains of sand would coat our bodies.' The Romantic featured in Summer Romances

Her eyes are like fingers. They can touch. They can press and pinch.

It made me giddy. It made me blush, worse than before. It was like liquor. It made me drunk. I drew away. When her breath came now upon my mouth, it came very cold. My mouth was wet, from hers. I said, in a whisper, 'Do you feel it?

There seemed no motion, no rhythm, in all the world, but that which I had set up, between her legs, with one wet fingertip.

Words, hmm? They seduce us in darkness, and the mind clothes and fashions them to fashions of its own.