Sexy Quotes - Page 5

Every person has the right to be loved in the way she/he wants to be loved. Making love is not something you do to someone; making love is something you share.

Don't demean what I know is one of your favorite body parts.

And while I do love coffee - both the scent...and the taste - I have no doubt I'd prefer the scent...and the taste...of something...more personal.

It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

I couldn't hear anything or anyone, there was only the sound of our sex and the smell of books.

To satiate is a dirty thing, she’s mine, a possession, equally dirty and never satiates.

Her mouth was soft and moist, and she came to me like a dachshund jumping into your lap.

If any woman opens her legs for you, don't feel so lucky to be fed with nonsense, she has been a bitch for a long time, and now its your own turn to get a share from her itching tunnel.

You wanted to see me, Professor?

Ian nodded his approval. “I've always liked a woman that understood the value of getting out of my bed just as quick as she'd jumped in it.

I push back against him, meeting his forceful pounds with my eager pu*sy. Riding the razors edge of climactic heaven.

I missed talking to you, and playing with you, and touching you, and seeing you smile. I missed just … sitting next to you. I’ve never missed anyone or anything that much

No amount of wavy blond hair nor evenings spent with her plump lips applying just the right amount of pressure to his various pleasure points could make up for the rotting carcass of a soul that resided beneath all that beauty.

He met each newly exposed piece of flesh with a tender kiss, remembering how he’d dreamed of doing exactly this on the very first night he’d seen her.

You think I'm gorgeous?”

“When I look at you, all I can think about are the the different ways I'd like to fuck you.”

“So that's a yes then?” she said shyly.

“No, darlin. It's an I-hope-you-weren't-planning-on-sleeping-alone-tonight.

a pretty girl, who naked is
is worth a million statues

We fell into each other’s arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of each other as we struggled with worldly constraints like clothing and gravity, seeking to transcend it all in our coming together.

Beyond these moments, she could hardly count the fumbling ministrations of boys in high school who, even to her senior prom, never went beyond sticky pleasantries. With one exception, it was just a sort of half-clothed handshake for bragging rights, none hers.

With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of madness... something devouring that could lick a man all over like a flame, annihilate him, with a pleasure never known before.

She stared stupidly into his eyes, thinking about how very much she’d like to make that noise again…with him.