Erogenous Zones Quotes

This man is the bee's knees, Arthur, he is the wasp's nipples. He is, I would go so far as to say, the entire set of erogenous zones of every major flying insect of the Western world.

Is not the most erotic portion of a body where the garment gapes? In perversion (which is the realm of textual pleasure) there are no "erogenous zones" (a foolish expression, besides); it is intermittence, as psychoanalysis has so rightly stated, which is erotic: the intermittence of skin flashing between two articles of clothing (trousers and sweater), between two edges (the open-necked shirt, the glove and the sleeve); it is this flash itself which seduces, or rather: the staging of an appearance-as-disappearance.

Is there a secret? Yes. Anaïs Nin and Pauline Réage and Anne Rampling and Erica Jong all knew it. E. L. James knows it. It is the secret behind all of our writing. And our reading. Arousal starts in the mind. And grows in the mind. The brain is the most erogenous zone in a woman’s body. That is our secret. And it is what we share.

women who miraculously spend their working day wearing bondage-tight skirts and vertiginous, destabilizing heels which make their feet look bound the erogenous zones of crushed muscles and cramped bones, encased in upmarket strippers’ heels and if she has to cripple herself to signal her education, talent, intellect, skills and leadership potential then so be it

Zippers are primal and modern at the very same time. On the one hand, your zipper is primitive and reptilian, on the other mechanical and slick. A zipper is where the Industrial Revolution meets the Cobra Cult, don't you think? Ahh. Little alligators of ecstasy, that's what zippers are. Sexy, too. Now your button, a button is prim and persnickety. There's somethin' Victorian about a row o' buttons. But a zipper, why a zipper is the very snake at the gate of Eden, waitin' to escort a true believer into the Garden. Faith, I should be sewin' more zippers into me garments, for I have many erogenous zones that require speedy access. Mmm, old zipper creeper, hanging head down like the carcass of a lizard; the phantom viper that we shun in daytime and communicate with at night.

Did I say thank you?" Michael asked as we ducked into Liam's office. "If not, thank you." He raised our joined hands to his lips and kissed the inside of my wrist. "I can't remember." I couldn't remember anything. Hello, erogenous zone. "And you're welcome." He just grinned. Still holding hands, we stepped into the veil.

Read any women's magazine and you'll see the same complaint over and over again: men - those little boys ten or twenty or thirty years on - are hopeless in bed. They are not interested in "foreplay"; they have no desire to stimulate the erogenous zones of the opposite sex; they are selfish, greedy, clumsy, unsophisticated. These complaints, you can't help feeling, are ironic. Back then, all we wanted was foreplay, and girls weren't interested. They didn't want to be touched, caressed, stimulated, aroused; in fact, they used to thump us if we tried. It's not really very suprising, then, that we're not much good at all that. We spent two or three long and extremely formative years being told very forcibly not even to think about it. Between the ages of fourteen and twenty-four, foreplay changes from being something that boys want to do and girls don't, to something that women want and men can't be bothered with. (Or so they say. Me, I like foreplay - mostly because the times when all I wanted to do was touch are alarmingly fresh in my mind.) The perfect match, if you ask me, is between the Cosmo woman and the fourteen-year-old boy.

One of the most erogenous zones of a woman is her intelligence.

He’s a walking, breathing erogenous zone who fascinates me and infuriates me in equal measures.

Miz Beauty does not speak. You've got to discover her erogenous zones, her favorite subjects of conversation, her sign, all on your own. Meanwhile, Miz Piggy's coming like an express train. She doesn't get it every day. And she's hell-bent to make the most of it. She wants more, more, more.

The systems we will be exploring in order are: ● Breeding Targets: Arousal patterns tied to systems meant to get our ancestors to have sex with things that might bear offspring (e.g., arousal from things like penises, the female form, etc.). ● Inverse Systems: Arousal patterns that arise from a neural mix-up, causing something that disgusts the majority of the population to arouse a small portion of it (e.g., arousal from things like being farted on, dead bodies, having insects poured on one’s face, etc.). ● Emotional States and Concepts / Dominance and Submission: Arousal patterns that stem from either emotional concepts (such as betrayal, transformation, being eaten, etc.) or dominance and submission pathways. ● Emotional Connections to People: While emotional connections do not cause arousal in and of themselves, they do lower the threshold for arousal (i.e., you may become more aroused by a moderately attractive person you love than a very attractive stranger). ● Trope Attraction: Arousal patterns that are enhanced through a target’s adherence to a specific trope (a nurse, a goth person, a cheerleader, etc.). ● Novelty: Arousal patterns tied to the novelty of a particular stimulus. ● Pain and Asphyxiation: Arousal patterns associated with or enhanced by pain and oxygen deprivation. ● Basic Instincts: Remnants of our pre-cognitive mating instincts running off of a “deeper” autopilot-like neurological system (dry humping, etc.) that compel mating behavior without necessarily generating a traditional feeling of arousal. ● Physical Stimuli: Arousal patterns derived from physical interaction (kissing, touching an erogenous zone, etc.). ● Conditioned Responses: Arousal patterns resulting from conditioning (arousal from shoes, doorknobs, etc.).

What was in it for me? I wasn't asking for any sort of reciprocation, after all. Why didn't she want her erogenous zones stimulated? I have no idea. All I know is that you could, if you wanted to, find the answers to all sorts of difficult questions buried in that terrible war-torn interregnum between the first pubic hair and the first soiled Trojan.

There is no such thing as “vaginal orgasm” vs. “clitoral orgasm”. The entire ring of tissues that surrounds the vaginal opening is connected to the clitoris by nerves and blood vessels. Ultimately all these tissues together are responsible for the female orgasm. This entire erogenous zone is often referred to as the “ring of fire”.

I cock an eyebrow and sass him before I run it through any filter, "Do you mind not checking out my ass?" His eyes crinkle, and a cute dimple appears on his cheek. Dammit! Dimples! He chuckles, "Of course, I mind. It's a nice ass." Erogenous zones —activated.

Each clip and zip and fastening, each button and bow, each stretch of elastic as you undress a woman reveals hidden treasure, a clavicle, a shoulder blade, the shadowy line of a breast, a hip bone carved by Michelangelo, the discreet charms and mystery of the navel, a neglected erogenous zone cherished by the Ancient Greeks.

Nothing helps your partner keep his mind on Jesus more than having a sign of His love tanned on your primary erogenous zones.

Lobby for Decency Declares Brain an Erogenous Zone, Demands Mandatory Hatting.

Raquel Welch, whom I’ve met but never kissed, once called the brain an erogenous zone.

So what are you guys doing?" Deacon sat beside them. He pulled his physics book from under Mark's bed. "Having guy talk," Mark said. Brandon snorted. "No, really. I read an article in Time about how guys share their feelings and whatever now. As long as we mention the name of a sports team once in this conversation, we're totally manly. Also, erogenous zones are science.

Our minds don’t control what arouses us. Fair enough, our eyes and our senses do, but if the erogenous zones on our body are stimulated, then they’re stimulated. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of that. It’s natural.

Sex is the great equaliser in life. Whether you're rich or poor, smart or stupid, beautiful or ugly, the pleasure pitch of erogenous zones, the quality of orgasm is not affected. Sex gives everyone equal opportunity.

I'd seen a lot of handsome men in my life, but Frank was absolutely beautiful. I could stare at him all day. I wanted to touch him, not just in the standard erogenous zones, but to move my fingers over every inch of his skin until I'd memorized his face and body the way he memorized his books.

Cruelty is especially near the childish character, since the inhibition which restrains the impulse to mastery before it causes pain to others—that is, the capacity for sympathy—develops comparatively late. As we know, a thorough psychological analysis of this impulse has not as yet been successfully accomplished; we may assume that the cruel feelings emanate from the impulse to mastery and appear at a period in the sexual life before the genitals have taken on their later rôle. It then dominates a phase of the sexual life, which we shall later describe as the pregenital organization. Children who are distinguished for evincing especial cruelty to animals and playmates may be justly suspected of intensive and premature sexual activity in the erogenous zones; and in a simultaneous prematurity of all sexual impulses, the erogenous sexual activity surely seems to be primary. The absence of the barrier of sympathy carries with it the danger that the connections between cruelty and the erogenous impulses formed in childhood cannot be broken in later life.

C'est pas toujours facile, le soir, d'entrer dans une chambre et de s'asseoir au bord du lit pour défaire tranquillement ses lacets et ensuite se glisser dans les draps et regarder le plafond d'un coeur léger.

〔〔 〕〕 Shutting-down your identity requires a voyage out to K-space interzone. Zootic affectivity flatlines across a smooth cata-tension plateau and into simulated subversions of the near future, scorched vivid green by alien sex and war. You are drawn into the dripping depths of the net, where dynamic-ice security forces and K-guerillas stalk each other through labyrinthine erogenous zones, tangled in diseased elaborations of desire.

It was the way you touched me. How you explored every single inch of me before you really put your hands on me," Dillon admitted. "That first time we were in bed you searched out all the erogenous zones with your fingers, probably without even realizing it. It was subtle but very…tactile. It made me feel wanted, I mean more than just physically.

The mind," he said, intruding on and descanting upon her thoughts, "is the least commonly acknowledged erogenous zone.

I couldn't agree more, Rigsby.In my country we find that sort of thing degrading. We don't feel sex is something to be sniggered about. We don't read those sort of magazines. Of course, of course you don't. You don't have time to read about it do you...too busy doing it. At least they don't have to draw diagrams for us, Rigsby. No one has to tell us where the erogenous zones are. The what? The erogenous zones, Rigsby. Oh... He don't know where they are! Of course I do...somewhere near the equator aren't they?

The main flaw in most love scenes is similar to that of the main flaws in all other scenes: the reader’s emotions have been insufficiently considered by the writer. The primary erogenous zone is in the head, and that’s where the reader experiences writing.

I have a feeling that every part of my body would become an erogenous zone if Roman touched it.

I have a feeling every part of my body would become an erogenous zone if Roman touched it. Of course, I’ll never allow things to come to that.

Never thought that someone touching my back would make me feel good,” he murmurs. “Kinda used to the opposite.” “I’m gonna give you so many massages,” I promise. “It’s going to become your number one erogenous zone.

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Tyler almost came off the bed when his teeth nibbled a spot. When had that become an erogenous zone? "I don't recall you ever doing that before?" "I've had a few years to study." "Not the best time to bring up other women." "Books." He reassured her. "Long, lonely hours at the library...." "If you learned that from a book, I'm calling Lilah to have her send the author flowers!

You’re the sexiest fucking contradiction, baby. You’re such a badass on the street… lethal,” Green growled, thrusting deeper “So many men have eaten the butt of your shotgun, but here you are with me. Moaning and whimpering on my cock like a helpless slut. “Up and down just like that,” Green whispered, his forehead pressed against the back of Ruxs’ head. Green kept that position and rocked Ruxs’ body on top of his like he owned it… ‘cause he did. He fucked up into him hard each time that hot ass slid back down on him. Showed Ruxs the true meaning of topping from the bottom. Green removed his hands and like the partners they were in every sense of the word, their bodies continued to move in perfect synch. He rubbed every erogenous zone he could reach. Dug his hands into the back of Ruxs neck, ran them down his chest, caressing his abs. He brushed his hands over Ruxs’ cock, jerked it twice, and then stopped. It was harder than he’d ever felt it. He raised his back off the bed – groaned low in his throat – and reached lower, overwhelming his lover’s senses with a lingam massage. Using both hands to fondle Ruxs’ balls before pressing his fingers against his taint. When his fingertips brushed against their connection, Green saw sparks dance behind his closed eyelids. “I’m coming, Mark.” Green wanted his man right there with him. He pinched Ruxs’ nipples just as hard as he could. Ruxs

Fuck me. Austin.” Michaels grunted at the first couple inches of penetration. Judge hissed a satisfied, “Yes.” Michaels plunged in until his balls nestled against the soft fur on Judge’s ass. Michaels moaned low, his voice raw and rough. His pace didn’t match his dirty talk. The in and out tempo was slow and easy. Michaels used Judge’s thick shoulder to drive in deeper each time. He angled to the right, his dick had already mapped out Judge’s erogenous zones, and Michaels hit one every time. “Goddamnit,” Judge rumbled, beneath him. “I love you.” Michaels sighed over the moist skin at the base of Judge’s neck. “Do I feel good, babe?” Michaels whispered, his lips moving against Judge’s temple, his tongue licking out to claim the beads of sweat that slid across his brow. “Austin,

You have a Neck Thing.” “It’s one of the most common erogenous zones.” “It’s a nuclear button. I kiss it, and you explode.

Life presents itself in entities that are independent or isolated only by means of porous, unstable borders, borders that can be easily breached at more or less visible points of entry. The erogenous zones of the human body are only the most obvious example.

In every way, masturbation is quite handy.

If our bodies didn’t come equipped with these erogenous zones, these areas of ecstatic pleasure, we might not have the desire, nor the attraction, to engage in these intimate acts. Acts of carnal knowledge.

I knew your mother had turned into an American the day I heard her at dinner casually mentioning, excuse the detail, toes and earlobes as erogenous zones.

# 2 of 2 She laughed. “Stop cursing.” He grimaced. “Forgive me. It’s just… I seem to be inadvertently letting my guard down more and more around you.” “I like it when you let your guard down around me.” Her words appeared to do little to alleviate his concern though. “Is that so unusual? Don’t you let your guard down around your brethren?” He shook his head. “I have always spoken freely with David. Ami too, sometimes. But I’ve never broadcast my thoughts to either of them without meaning to. I haven’t done that since—” He broke off, seeming disinclined to continue. “Since your wife?” she asked gently. He nodded. That was telling. He watched her uncertainly. Did he worry she would freak out over his mentioning the wife he’d lost? He hadn’t freaked out when she had mentioned the husband she’d lost. “Whatever thoughts you send my way I won’t betray,” she promised. Thank you. She grinned when his baritone voice once more filled in her head. “That is so cool. You aren’t reading my thoughts, are you?” “No.” “Good.” His lips curled up in a slow smile. “Why? What would I find if I did? What are you thinking?” She swallowed. Did she dare tell him? “This may sound weird, but hearing your voice in my head totally turns me on.” Beneath the robe, her nipples had hardened. Other parts of her tingled. Her pulse raced. “And I’m sort of fixating on the fact that you’ve been missing sex more since you met me. Because I’ve been missing sex a lot more since I met you.” The golden light in his eyes grew brighter as a low rumbling sound filled her head. Seeming almost to vibrate through her, it set her body aflame. “Oh sh**,” she whispered. “That’s so hot.” “What is?” he murmured. “You just made this sort of low, growly sound in my head.” And it had affected her as much as stroking all of her erogenous zones at once would have. “I didn’t mean to.” “That just makes it even hotter.

When they should start . . .” His hand glides up and over my belly and between my breasts. Over the curve of my shoulder and neck until he reaches his destination. He finally taps my temple three times. “Here. They should start here and work their way down because your mind is your most erogenous zone, Bris. I look forward to making you come with my words alone.

I’m not sure what this is yet, but our first bust-up feels like a milestone,” and he’d given me one of his benediction kisses, the ones that bypassed all my erogenous zones and buried themselves in my heart.

well into the series .. I had written a show in which Margaret Houlihan comes into my tent and she says: 'how dare you grate that thing before me?' .. where there is an athletic supporter, jockstrap .. the network said you cannot name it, you cannot show it, you cannot even see a piece of white cloth underwear that a man wears .. but every week for several years we have never been censored seeing ladies bras, panties, silk stockings .. I get hit in the face with these things .. I walk through cloth lines .. get tangled up with underwear but because it came in contact with women's erogenous zones it was ok, but not men's! .. really interesting! that was somehow filthy and degrading to do that! And that was after, when we didn't have much censorship over us!

Non conosceva abbastanza il bondage o qualunque cosa fosse per potersi formare un’opinione personale. E visto che la conoscenza era l’unica arma in suo possesso per scacciare la paura, Amery aprì il portatile e digitò “shibari” nel motore di ricerca. La prima cosa che cercò fu la definizione. "Shibari-kinbaku è una tecnica che prevede l’utilizzo di corde per dare vita a un bondage sensuale, spettacolare ed erotico; questa tecnica ha origine nelle arti marziali giapponesi del XVI secolo, nelle punizioni giudiziarie del Giappone del XVIII secolo e nelle produzioni teatrali giapponesi del XIX secolo" Approfondì la lettura e apprese che quelle pratiche erano inizialmente basate sulle punizioni del bondage jujitsu chiamato hojojutsu. Non c’era da sorprendersi se Ronin si era interessato a quella tecnica, visto che nasceva da quell’arte marziale che aveva praticato per tutta la vita. Sembrava che l’hojojutsu fosse diffuso sin dai tempi dei samurai. Quando essi trasportavano i prigionieri, usavano delle corde per legarli e controllarli dopo la cattura. Alcuni samurai divennero famosi per la loro abilità nell’intrecciare le corde, attività che doveva essere funzionale, ma anche umana. I samurai entrarono in competizione tra loro: più elaborate e diverse erano le loro opere, maggiore rispetto acquisiva il maestro della corda. Amery apprese anche che i termini si riferivano a due tipi leggermente diversi della stessa disciplina bondage. Lo shibari era più artistico e si concentrava sulla bellezza del disegno delle corde sulla tela umana, era costituito da motivi elaborati e spesso veniva messo in scena come performance artistica. Il kinbaku, sebbene avesse in comune molti nodi e legature con lo Shibari, aveva una carica sessuale più marcata. Istituiva un legame tra il maestro della corda e la persona che veniva legata, fondato sul contatto della pelle durante il processo di legatura, e spesso i nodi venivano posti in zone erogene strategiche. The Mastered Series - Legami