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“Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
― Mae West

“And in his eyes he had the look of the cat who inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who never feels he must respond to the impulses he arouses.”
― Ana茂s Nin, Delta of Venus

“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.”
― Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual

“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.”
― Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual

“I love being aroused.

I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again.

It鈥檚 like I鈥檓 being made new.”
― Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual

“This was not of the nature of a Christlike lesson for Owen Meany to learn, as he lay in the manger, that someone you hate can give you a hard-on.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

“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 glanced back, and saw the underwear torn and discarded, a little strip of thin black material on the floor, and thought, Yes, this is the kind of impatient sex I鈥檓 looking for.

The way they looked so small, and cruelly forgotten, was a beautiful symbol of how much we both needed to satisfy our lusts.”
― Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual

“Sex was a practiced art to him. Each move calculated. His brain always worked while he performed, his body seducing his prey with ease, noting each response of his target. But in one moment, everything had changed. She swept him into a tidal wave of pure sensation, and he willingly let go and let her take him with her.”
― Christine Feehan, Water Bound

“When sleep puts an end to delirium, it is a good symptom.”
― Hippocrates, The Aphorisms of Hippocrates

“As she uttered the words of the prayer, she glanced up at him as if he were God Himself. He watched her with growing pleasure. In front of him was kneeling the directress, being humiliated by a subordinate; in front of him a naked revolutionary was being humiliated by prayer; in front of him a praying lady was being humiliated by her nakedness.

This threefold image of degradation intoxicated him and something unexpected suddenly happened: his body revoked its passive resistance. Edward was excited!

As the directress said, 'And lead us not into temptation,' he quickly threw off all his clothes. When she said, 'Amen,' he violently lifted her off the floor and dragged her onto the couch.”
― Milan Kundera, Laughable Loves

“He'd passed "ready" about three exits back.”
― Piper Vaughn, Wanting

“The universe has an itch, and I have been called upon to scratch it.”
― James Halat, The Story of Teddy and Eddie

“Love is simply a bundle of feelings that we express, whether to attract, arouse or communicate our thoughts to someone else.”
― Mwanandeke Kindembo, Treatise Upon The Misconceptions of Narcissism

“Her nose was just millimetres from his, breathing in as she was breathing out. He closed his eyes and decided to go for it. He kissed her and was pleasantly surprised when her lips hungrily accepted his.
A warm glow engulfed his body, feelings he had never felt before. She wound her fingers into his hair. His hair curled around her fingers, soft and fine. His soft lips and skin so different from the shaven faces of her abusers. She could taste the apple he had previously eaten on his breath, she couldn鈥檛 describe how beautiful it tasted.
This was real and was love. All he knew for sure was that right here and now in this dug-out tree, he was falling in love, and he could only hope that he was feeling the same way.
For the briefest of moments, the war was over. Hitler, the Hitler Youth, and the hate against Jewish people was gone. Fritz had never felt so happy. Yes, he was cramped, his back and legs stiff; he was hungry, and the worst was yet to come, but for now he was the happiest he had been since he could remember.”
― Mark A. Cooper, Edelweiss Pirates #3 and the White Rose

“Excitement is a crossroad which runs in all directions. No man lacks personality; he just never connected with you at the intersection.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“Mir贸 hacia la biblioteca. Aquella sabidur铆a no calmar铆a nunca su fuego; siglos y siglos de palabras no pod铆an satisfacer aquel deseo imperativo e irracional.”
― Richard Matheson, I Am Legend

“Her powder pink panties, which mate the discarded brazier, had the soaked path of Lizy鈥檚 excitement and lustful flow...”
― Bat Maxwell, The Color of Honey

“The hot water cascaded down his body, and his thoughts again turned to the captivating and mysterious girl who'd fled his house. He hadn't even seen her face without makeup, though he wished he had. Her lips were full, her breasts were beautiful, and her ass was round. And the way she kissed with her delicious mouth had driven Ram贸n wild.
His hand reached down to stroke his throbbing cock. Oh, how he wished it was her delicate fingers wrapped around his length, or better yet, her mouth.
Yeah, that was it. He wanted to fuck her mouth.
The soft tongue of hers licking his tip, teasing him until he couldn't resist her any longer. Juliet on her knees in front of him, deep throating him. Her eyes locked on his as she took him deeper and deeper.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ram贸n and Julieta

“Sexual Arousal and Foreplay: If we鈥檙e to believe that what we see in movies, our sexual rendezvous would consist of 10 seconds of kissing, 5 seconds of groping, and another 5 seconds closing the deal. A straightforward sex scene doesn鈥檛 commonly show the female arousal process, and a lot of the time, this process is key in order to have a really satisfying sexual experience.
Fooling around a lot before part A goes into slot B gets the female body prepped for sex in very important way.”
― Elle Chase, Curvy Girl Sex: 101 Body-Positive Positions to Empower Your Sex Life

“Love with your eyes, and it'll fade in a year,
Love with your horns, it'll fade even sooner.
Fall in love with the being beyond the body,
And you'll have your messy but sweet everafter.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Amor Apocalypse: Can谋m Sana 陌htiyac谋m

“Reaching the bottom of the ladder, she turned around, but had only taken a few steps down the swaying passageway when her path was blocked by a large, formidable silhouette: Rohan stepped out of his cabin and stood waiting for her.
He loomed in the darkness ahead as she approached, his angular face cast in shadow, his black shirt hanging open down his sculpted chest.
Kate felt an instantaneous awareness of him in her most primal core, but she hesitated before the fevered intensity in his stare. "I-I thought you went to bed."
"Can't sleep."
She did not need to ask why. Who could sleep after the night he'd had? She stopped in front of him, wondering what to say. His hungry gaze stayed fixed on her, and something in his silvery eyes made her heart begin to pound. "What did you think of what my father said?"
"I don't want to talk." As he reached out and cupped her cheek, Kate swallowed hard, but she hardly had to ask what he wanted to do. She could feel the heat of his need coming off him in waves.
She drew in her breath as he ran his hand down from her cheek along the side of her neck. He threaded his fingers into her hair, moving closer as he drew her toward him. He bent his head and claimed her mouth, his lips, burning, silken, against hers; she quivered with temptation as he consumed her tongue. The fierce demand in his kiss threatened to overwhelm her.
"I want you," he whispered, breathing heavily.
His bold advance jarred her somewhat back to her senses. "You must be joking," she uttered, yanking away from him and trying to hide her mad desire behind a mask of self-possession. "I'm not your harlot anymore."
"You said you love me. Prove it," he murmured. He captured her hand and brought her palm to his loins, making her feel the massive evidence of his sincerity.
She bit her lower lip, striving to reason against passion. Letting her palm linger on his rigid shaft a heartbeat too long, she withdrew her touch, determined to get around him. "Rohan."
"Sleep with me," he ordered in a whisper, too proud to beg, but then again, he'd never have to.”
― Gaelen Foley, My Dangerous Duke

“Although the scent of her body wash lingered, fruity and floral. He breathed it in. Nice.
He grinned then and imagined her standing before him now, naked, her skin damp with dewy droplets. Temptation sinned with the flick of his tongue along her moist neck and the tip of her nipple. Foreplay came in toweling a woman dry. Gently patting down soft breasts, a rub over her belly, and a deep slide between her legs. Arousal teased him unmercifully. He sucked air. His sex thickened. Throbbed. An intractable ache.”
― Kate Angell, The Caf茅 Between Pumpkin and Pie

“If I am so transparent, then what am I thinking now?"
Ross studied her for a moment, and a slow smile curved his lips. "You're wondering how soon I'm going to make love to you again." Before she could reply, he pulled her farther atop his body, settling her legs on either side of his hips. To her astonishment, his sex stirred into vibrant life, springing hard against her vulnerable flesh. "And this is your answer," he murmured, pulling her head down to his.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Lady Sophia's Lover

“A writer is a hunter, with the increase in the arousal instincts, there is an increase in sensitivity and selectivity for hunting stories.”
― Avijeet Das

“A writer is a hunter, with the increase in the arousal instincts, there is a rise in sensitivity and selectivity for hunting stories.”
― Avijeet Das

“Focus on attachment, not arousal.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Amantes Assemble: 100 Sonnets of Servant Sultans

“What are you thinking about?' Helion drawled as they approached a shut wooden door.

Cassian straightened. He hadn't realised his thoughts had dragged such a scent from him. He grinned. 'Your mother.'

Helion chuckled. 'I always forget how much I like you.'

'Happy to remind you.' Cassian winked.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“He had an erection like an SS-24. He was set to blast off.”
― Stephen Hunter, The Day Before Midnight

“Hot. She felt too hot, too consumed by thoughts of Alaric Ossinast, her nerve endings scraped raw by the ghosts of touch. She closed her eyes in an attempt to meditate, to calm and center herself, but the darkness only brought him into sharper relief. She could almost smell him, all sandalwood and juniper and smoke. She could almost hear his harsh, ragged pants in her ear. As though he were there with her.”
― Thea Guanzon, A Monsoon Rising

“You might as well offer a mutton chop to a man who is dying of thirst as offer sexual pleasure to the desire I am speaking of.”
― C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life