Marquis de Sade Quotes

The only burning passion I'm sure I have, is the passion for sex.

It is no longer enough to be lusty. One must be a sexual gourmet.

The desert of virginity Aches in the hotness of her mouth.

The two most wonderful things in life are money and sex, but the minute you start discussing them, they become b-o-r-i-n-g.

Eroticism has its own moral justification because it says that pleasure is enough for me; it is a statement of the individual's sovereignty.

It's about giving the people what they want. So many people have told me that they've made love to my records so what I've delivered this time is an album about sex. Pretty much every song has that theme. Straight no chasers, it's booty music!

You may think of me as an object of desire and I'm going to tell you that I can be in front of you naked and not be erotic.

My works tends to be erotic.

The power of sexual attraction is a real thing.

He dipped his head, placing his mouth to the space below her ear. He nipped her there, just a tiny bite that sent a wave of heat through her veins. And then his lips moved lower, leaving a hot trail behind. “You drive me insane, absolutely freaking insane. Do you know that? I bet you do.

I can feel your body pressed against my body. When you start to poundin', love to feel you throbbin'.

Dead or not, you must be bored with women telling you how you look like the hottest, most exotic wet dream they’ve ever had. No wonder the thought of you, grapes, and some scented massage oils crossed my mind – and if you drop that towel again, I’m going to need a cold shower.

I stayed under the moon too long.I am silvered with lust.Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes.My voice is trees tossing in the wind.I loose myself like a flock of blackbirdsstorming into your face.My lightest touch leaves blue prints,bruises on your mind.Desire sandpapers your skinso thin I read the veins and arteriesmaps of routes I will traveltill I lodge in your spine.The night is our fur.We curl inside it licking.

All the black leather she needs is the E-Z boy recliner where her love is parked with one of his hands wrapped around a remote, the other, a bottle of beer. She's right. It's kinky. The way he doesn't look away from the TV, as her head bobs in his lap like a fisherman's float on a nature program, hectic with the pace his breath sets. His crotch swells under her mouth's prowess. He's such a sweetheart he waits until the commercials to come.

Without secrecy there would be no pornography. But secrecy and modesty are two utterly different things.

The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.

Whether I pound or am being pounded, all the same there will be moaning!

I swear, I wanna be your underwear.

Kinkiness comes from low energy. It's the substitution of lechery for lust.

No music while making love... the sound of the love being made is better than music.

I wanted him. I arched my back, fully aware of how vulnerable that made me and that I was giving him an invitation. He accepted it and laid me back against the table, bringing his body down on top of mine. That crushing kiss of his moved from my mouth to the nape of my neck. He pushed down the edge of my dress and the bra strap underneath, exposing my shoulder and giving his lips more skin to conquer.

Sexual pleasure is, I agree, a passion to which all others are subordinate but in which they all unite.

I wish," I said. "I could save orgasms in a jar for when I need them, because I think I have a few extra.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.