physical desire Quotes

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.

I want to be inside you so badly, Grace,” he whispered. “I want to feel your legs wrapped around me, feel your breasts against my chest, hear you moaning as I make slow, sweet love to you. I want your smell on my body, your breath on my skin.

It is a hard matter, my fellow citizens, to argue with the belly, since it has no ears.

He said he don't like em boney, he want something he can grab

I want to be a big, fleshy voluptuous woman with curves. I want a big bum, but I don't have one.

And then he pressed into her. First his thighs, then his middle, his chest, and finally his mouth. She made a whimpering sound, but its definition was unclear even to her, until she realized that her arms had gone around him instinctually, and that she was clutching his back, his shoulders, her hands restless and greedy for the feel of him. He kissed her openmouthed, using his tongue, and when she kissed back, she felt the hum that vibrated deep inside his chest. It was the kind of hungry sound she hadn’t heard in a long time. Masculine and carnal, it thrilled and aroused her.

If I ain't horny, I check to see if my heart's beatin'.

Did I feel a physical desire for him? I did. Was I moved by a passion of my body? I was. Have I experienced the most violent form of sensual pleasure? I have.

Sexual attraction keeps throwing self-interest off course.

It is a difficult task, O citizens, to make speeches to the belly, which has no ears.

I don't care what you say about me if I don't find you physically attractive.

When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body.

There was sex, of course. Nakedness. Wall to wall, in and out of my thoughts. But when it was over it was her whispering voice I craved, and a human curled up in my arms.

It is only when it takes the form of physical addiction that sex is evil. It is also evil when it manifests itself as a way of satisfying the lust for power or the climber's craving for position and social distinction.

My body feels like it is asking to reproduce.

Sex is the best high. It's better than any drug. I want to die making love because it feels so good.

Masculine exhalations are, as a rule, stronger, more vivid,more widely differentiated than those of women. In the odor of young men there is something elemental, as of fire, storm, and salt sea. It pulsates with buoyancy and desire. It suggests all the things strong and beautiful and joyous and gives me a sense of physical happiness.

What Tolstoy is on about is that carnal love is not a good idea.

I'm losing my mind without you.” His lips were gliding down my neck, his tongue stroking over my racing pulse. He sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through me. “I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.

My mind says one thing, but my body says another. Thanks a lot, Indian food and beer.

I am sensual and very physical. I'm very erotic. But my sexuality exists on a sort of a fantasy level.

God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.

More sex. We must have more sex.

But anyone who has been that young knows that the great grief of love is that your body feels the most when it knows the least.