The voluntary captive The speechless the prisoner Which I hide in my very depths.
Lovers and mystics are familiar with this sense of grandeur, this taste of joy - in abandoning oneself to the will of others.
Now it is necessary to court her, and win her, and put on this clean dressing gown, and cut my various nails, and drink something that will kill the millions of germs in my mouth, and say something flattering, and be witty and bonny, and hale and kinky, all just to ease this wrinkle in the groin. It seems a high price.
I wrote 'The story of O' alone, for Dominique Aury, to interest him, to please him, to occupy him. I wasn't young, nor particularly pretty. I needed something which might interest a man like him.
Allthough that doesn't happen often lately, I like to read exciting thrillers and those kinky magazines.
We're supposed to see "universal" love as heterosexual. What I insist upon in my work is that there is no such thing as universal love in literature.
I think I have a repressed bent for the military, I like discipline without question, specific schedules and duties.
We've got to clear some of the room out of the prisons so we can put the bad guys in there, like the pedophiles and the politicians.
All my adult life I've been in the practice of giving advice to people who are happier than I am.
Just erotic. Nothing kinky. It's the difference between using a feather and using a chicken.
I think that if you're really going to snog someone and it's going to be a perfect snog, it's got to be between two people that really like each other, rather than someone you think is fit and you snog for the sake of it. That normally turns out not to be a good snog. But if you have two people that really like each other, then fair enough. Really, it's a little mix of kissing, a bit of lips, maybe some biting, and then a bit of tongue and stuff. It depends on what kinky little minx you've gone for on the night.
Sex game kinky, niggas call me Pinky
I've got a head of hair better than Rick Perry; it's just not in a place I can show you.
What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course.
The number one job of the dominant is to continually seduce consent from the bottom.
To love is to live on the precipice.
My husband is a natural-born leader. I quickly learned that I had to find a way of honoring his take-charge personality and not get frustrated about his desire to have the final decision on just about everything. I am not a passive person, but I chose to fall into a more submissive role in our relationship because I wanted to do everything in my power to make my marriage and family work.
Tantric Zen is not being kinky; nor is it being conservative and austere. It is eclectic. It is a real mixture of all things.
The erotic is a resource within each of us that lies in a deeply female and spiritual plane, firmly rooted in the power of our unexpressed or unrecognized feeling. . . .
The fact that he gave her was to him a proof, and ought to be one for her as well that she belonged to him: one can only give what belongs to you.
So you've just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn't love you. In fact, he has odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.
I think that submissiveness can [be] and is a formidable weapon, which women will use as long as it isn't taken from them.
In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.
"So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky." "You're the one who ties people up, babe."
Story of O is a fairy tale for another world, a world where some part of me lived for a long time, a world that no longer exists except between the covers of a book.
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