I’ve felt alone, cold, and clothed in shame for too long. Let the sunlight be my blanket, wardrobe, and toilet paper.

You said you’d give me half an hour!”And you said you’d satisfy me whenever I wanted it. I want it now.’ He removed is jacket. ‘Drop the towel.”I-I never agreed to be naked!

Wanting to please, worrying that she will see me as I really am. But wanting to be known. That is…you’re naked, moaning in the dark, no dignity at all…I wanted her to see me and...

I wish I could line up naked the men I’ve slept with and just gloat for a hot minute. Beautiful creatures.

I’m hard to love, but I love hard, like my heart is the sun yearning to tan your naked body. I promise I won’t burn you.

Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, an armour of sanity, but at the end of the day, they always come off. We reveal our naked, vulnerable, real selves.

I love being aroused.I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again. It’s like I’m being made new.

The thought of killing myself had slowed me down to five miles per hour. The thought of killing someone else stopped me completely.

Nothing is the best thing I’ve ever not worn. Also, nothing is the best thing I’ve ever worn. Nudity never goes out of style.

She liked his unique smell, and it turned on all five of her senses, wanting to see him naked, touch him while naked, hear him as he moaned while he made love, taste his skin,...

My wife was afraid of the dark… then she saw me naked and now she’s afraid of the light.

The bread which you hold back belongs to the hungry; the coat, which you guard in your locked storage-chests, belongs to the naked; the footwear mouldering in your closet belongs to those without shoes. The...

There is no way to undo something already done, or to dress up a naked truth.

I’d Poe’s nude for the approval of a dead poet. No names come to mind, but I’m sure there must be one I’d get naked for.

Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she...

Are you going to spank me, daddy? I’m a very bad girl! (bending over naked)”Oh yeah daddy – spank my ass harder!!!

I don’t sleep naked, because that’s not proper beach etiquette.

My soul left my body, and my body left my clothes and went streaking through the streets.

I lost myself there — my mind imaging what was under his towel and what I would like to do to him. – Emma

To feel aroused is to feel alive. Having great sex is like taking in huge lungfuls of fresh air, essential to your body, essential to your health, and essential to your life.

I wear gloves, because I don’t want to tease people with my naked body. I’ve got to leave something to the imagination.

I want to grow a tan and an accent, then dig it out of my garden and staple it to my naked body. I like Salmon Rushdie like a bear would. Especially with a honey...

People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?

If just one person has done it, it can be done. by V.L. Marshall

Life is so full of rough edges – small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you’re naked and alone.

Anatomy lessons are much more fun when conducted in a private coed environment.

If I had no clothes it’d be winter. If I were naked, it’d be the truth and we could lie together.

In the glowing evenings embedded within pearl sands of my Utopian lands and the skies dazzling with the beauty of a thousand melodic rainbows, feeling your tender touch, hearing your luring voice, merged with your...

I live for sex. I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being. I can see no better reason for being alive.

I don’t like salad dressing. I prefer salad undressing. I’m a health freak. And I do mean freak.

There are two identical twins, and one has money and one doesn’t. Which one is more attractive to women? Exactly—the one that is naked.

Why wasn’t I already kissing this woman? Why wasn’t I naked, eating violets, and playing music underneath the open sky?Looking around the room again, everything seemed terribly ridiculous. These people sitting on their benches wearing...

It was the impatience of the way he tore my panties from my body, that really turned me on: I was all he could think of, as his lust got the better of him. I...

She asked me how I slept. Knowing she meant quality of sleep, I said I slept naked. It’s true. Ask any of the joggers who saw me sleepwalking.

Too much nudity is a turn off. Especially if all that flesh is on one person.

All I’m writing is just what I feel, that’s all. I just keep it almost naked. And probably the words are so bland.

I was naked under his gaze. Skin was just that: skin. But to see your soul stripped, laid bare for the eyes of someone you barely knew-that was terrifying.

They, astounded at the flash of the armor, and the swiftness of the charge, and attacked by showers of arrows and missiles, half naked as they were, never stopped to resist but gave way.

A kiss is just a kiss, were words not expressed by a man tied naked to a tree.

After I’m famous, I want my statue to be made out of beige Jell-O, and I want to be portrayed naked, so my genitals jiggle in the wind.

Una mujer desnuda y en lo oscuro tiene una claridad que nos alumbra de modo que si ocurre un desconsuelo un apagón o una noche sin luna es conveniente y hasta imprescindible tener a mano...

He was the kind of man I wanted: wild, hot, horny, and losing control. And it all pointed back to me, about how much I felt in control of him, with the power of my...

When I saw you, I saw love. When I saw you naked, I saw lust. When I saw you with my clone in a dream, I saw the future.

Freedom is to stand naked at the moment, having no expectations, nothing to lose or to gain. The empty then is fulfilled, just to be emptied again at the next moment. The Absolute Freedom is,...

The moment her hymen was plucked from her body in the wilderness, Her soul was taken from sanity.

I love being aroused. I love how that feeling overcomes me, as I look at a man’s erect cock, as I feel his hands ripping my clothes from my body, as the air caresses my...

Drawing on my past experiences, I used a lot of erasers. My aging wisdom is starting to look a lot like a nude portrait of Alice Neel.

The best part about a rear naked choke, is the naked part.

I wasn’t really naked. I simply didn’t have any clothes on.

When a fat person goes in the water naked, would it still be called skinny-dipping?