She was made for untidy rooms and rumpled beds.

Reality runs the risk of spoiling things, don’t you think? The fantasy is often better. That’s where the soul is fulfilled. Reality struggles to fulfil the soul, that’s why we’re often so unhappy. But fantasy...

Don’t stop. Don’t disillusion me.”Snows melt. The mountain silvers into many a stream.The oranges are golden worlds in a dark dream.

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 candle’s flame washed her in a sensual bath of pulsating light, and Hans became entranced by the soft glow upon her skin.

his stubble was cut smooth. he smelled of aftershave, dry deodorant and sex-tarnished bedsheets. those eyes–grey, strong, inlaid beneath a firm brow that displayed such hate and SUCH love–they seduced her every time… but not...

SAUL: ‘We made love outdoors, my favorite place to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with sweat.

Sensual and spiritual are not easy words to use; that there are, perhaps, not twoAphrodites, but one Aphrodite with a Janus face.

His voice was like soothing melted chocolate. I wanted him to ooze his lovely voice all over my naked body.

Unconsciously, I had doubts about everything around me, and all I had to do is to act selfish, and to walk through everything like a wise lady. So I attracted their eyes and I haunted...

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...

Knowledge is not obtained through being absorbed in a book, it comes when you brush aside fantasies and sensuality, switching from the unreal to the real.

When her gaze landed upon his lips, he scooted closer and brushed his mouth over hers. Fire ignited low in his belly and desire coursed through his veins. No doubt, his John Thomas was doing...

Men who desire the flesh seek the sensual. Men who desire the soul seek the soul. Men who desire the mind seek the brainy. But only few men desire the soul and the mind without...

So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness...

No words. Just my finger pointing in silence. My finger silently saying, ’Unwrap me, darling.

I’m a naked mind, in a covered body.

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...

Love falls in love with love; comes like an echo sounding back, searches its mirrored shadow within a look.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.

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.

How can any woman not enjoy that? We’re sensual beings, we love that.

Sensuality is beautiful, and dominance and submission in the right context is a passionate art. A muse which ignites the flame of femininity, enrapturing both partners in complete euphoria, magnifying both the masculine and the...

Excuse me,’ I said cheerily. ‘Is the job still going?’ I pointed to the notice.‘Of course,’ he said, looking back at me with a warm smile. I think he was as hopeful as I was...

I want to be the victim of his errors.

but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.

The Argentine tango isn’t here to play nicely with the other children. The Argentine tango is here to seduce your women, spill things on your rug, and sneak out your bedroom window in the middle...

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...

We laughed together. It’s so lovely laughing with a man. It feels positive. Relaxed…

Fear, anger, jealousy, hatred of self and others are the outcomes of the lack of connectivity with your inner self. Connecting with your inner self and awakening your inner sensuality is not a luxury anymore,...

I want you to fuck me, Chris,’ I said, lustfully whispering the words into his ear as he planted kisses on my neck. His lips were wild and yearning, eagerly devouring me.

Blake inspires instant, tender Blakelust in everyone he meets. All of his beauties are meant to be touched, and he likes to be touched.

Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings.

To reclaim our natural power and this birthright of real magic, we must get naked and face ourselves.The truth of Who You Really Are is vast. It is genius. It crackles with electricity and sensuality...

A nation that has no bridle on its sensuality, can never thrive our survive.

It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.

I never loved anyone else and never desired to. She was my companion, my lover, and my teacher.

Molly Bloom is simply the most sensuous woman in literature.

I’d love to be tried out,’ I said, with a suggestive smile. ‘One should always explore something, before one goes in deeper.’I saw a little flicker of fun in his eyes.

For, when the friendship is purely spiritual, the love of God grows with it; and the more the soul remembers it, the more it remembers the love of God, and the greater the desire it...

Carnal love: a practical man’s love. A love you can see, touch, and taste if you’re kinky. If you can’t hear it, you’re probably better suited to its more abstract form.

A Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon.

When I lie back and close my eyes, this farthest lip of beach right next to the end of the ocean feels like being up close to an enormous breathing being, the bass drum surf...

I heard him sweeping with the broom, and then he suddenly stopped.I had obviously got his attention, and he was looking.Take a good look, honey, I thought. Take a good look at what I’m offering.I...

Lea found that she was saying things, saying them pretty loudly, but had no clear concept of what she was saying. [Sean and Andy’s] names, maybe. The seventy-two names of God. The capitals of all...

What was invented with civilization was the ability of some to deny sensuality to others.

You know, when I see a good-looking man, the first thing I think about is sex. I want to see him naked, and I imagine running my hands impatiently over his hot body.I can’t help...

Could it be, as one writer puts it, that every knock at the door of a brothel is actually a knock at the heart of God?

I don’t have a philosophy: I have senses…If I talk about Nature, it’s not because I know what it is,But because I love it, and that’s why I love it,Because when you love you never...