Quotes About Seduction

Nobody taught me how to say no when a beautiful naked woman begs me to take my clothes off.

It's the kind of outfit one wears in the hope of meeting someone who'll help you out of it

Slave. Minion. Fiend. The others who have come before me have been called such things, but I prefer to think of myself as a disciple; a devout follower of my voluptuous mistress.

No, by God, you've accused me of coldness, but how can you, when you can feel how hot my body is against yours? You've said I have none of the red-blooded passion of my sex, but you don't know. You," he gasped, pressing against her with a hard thrust of his hips, "you will know it— the depth of my passion. But you will.

How do you manage to make me feel like this?' he asked her in a low, thickened voice. 'You give me nothing, absolutely nothing, yet I can't stop wanting you.' His hand reached out, almost pleadingly, to touch her arm. 'Selina ...' -Ashley Dent

Heroine: You have no scruples about taking a woman from the man you believe she loves? Hero: I'd take you from my own brother. I don't give a damn how I get you so long as I do.

Cleopatra was on a political mission to save her country and her power, but what we remember about her are these two famed seductions, which are a matter of politics, not a matter of love.

Level 4," Lachance said. "Lingerie, footwear, monsters, and beasties.

One thing that capitalism cannot function with is people that accept that failure is itself success. Because you have to be bent upon success in order to be a good capitalist subject. If you accept that 'I'm never going to get that object I desire,' then you are no longer seduced by accumulation or advertising.

The doughnut was definitely looking at him. Hello, sailor, it seemed to be saying.

Political activism is seductive because it seems to offer the possibility that one can improve society, make things better, without going through the personal ordeal of rearranging one's perceptions and transforming one's self.

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine sex entering the picture. Would sex enter the picture in a silk robe, or would it be as nude as a platter of cold cuts? Would sex enter the picture from the left or the right? Would it ring first, or would it just slide in slyly, too quick and slippery to be denied; or, would sex barge in forcibly, red-faced and green-bereted, pushing all other things aside?

She had only the slimmest notion of what he meant, but his voice made her so horny she could barely keep from squirming, crossing her legs, or hopping about, like a little girl who had to go to the bathroom. On

Seduced her? Every time I turned round she was up a library ladder. In the end I gave in. That reminds me—I spotted something between her legs that made me think of you.

Men leaped and I let myself be caught. For a while, anyway, until my sex life became sort of like Diet Coke—deceptively sweet minus nutrition.

We are being seduced into accepting truncated, short-term, CEO versions of the world's wholly human race. The loudest voices are urging those already living in day-to-day dread to think of the future in military terms—as a cause for and expression of war. We are being bullied into understanding the human project as a manliness contest where women and children are the most dispensable collateral.

Anyone with any brains can see I much prefer you over the brownies. For a start, it's impossible to seduce a brownie in the shower—they just fall to pieces.

Sweetheart, if it's not too much of an imposition, I would be forever beholden to you if you could kindly assume a reclining position so I can screw your brains out.

We took the peaches to bed. It is always nice to have someone else to lick the peach juice off your breast.

A fish is not seduced by bait. When it grows hungry, it eats whichever mosquito or dragonfly happens to be closest. If one is fortunate or destined, it is one's bait that is closest at that moment. But it is chance that fish and bait are in the right places at the right time.

I want to lie down somewhere and suffer from love until it nearly kills me, and then I wnat to get up again and put on that little black dress and wait for you, yes you, to come over here and get down on your knees and tell me just how fucking good I look

stage for seduction, but Torie had quickly flipped the script on him. She was in charge and he became a willing participant in her show. She leaned forward and kissed his face more than a dozen times, her soft lips brushing against his forehead, his nose, his cheeks—each one in turn—his

All a woman ever needs know about men is that they are creatures of their codpieces. Appeal to their chausses and you will have complete control of them, for when their male piece is in control, their brain is not.

But I tell you this, that man is certainly a devil out to ruin some poor woman this night. (Felicity) Well, if he be the devil, you can chain me to his throne anytime. (Heather)