Best 47 quotes in «kinky quotes» category

How he could have such a reaction with me looking like the Pillsbury Doughboy astonished me. He was kinky. I'd take it.

he made me kinky about books: he managed to teach me – to this day, I don’t know how – that books were not just a thing like that – I mean, just books – but somebody else’s mind opened up for me to look into, and he taught me the habit, later on, of actually buying then! Yes – I mean real books, like the serious paperbacks, which must have been unknown among the kids up in the Harrow Road those days, who thought a book’s an SF or a Western, if they thought it’s anything.

Livingston, if you could read my mind, you would start feeling really shy around me.

Now I really feel sorry for her. Your hand is as bad as Rob’s paddle,” Cassie shuddered. “Thank you.” “I didn’t mean it as a compliment!

No. I can’t have sex with you today because there aren’t enough spoons.

Sex is as much about opening yourself and showing your sexuality to another human being as it is about allowing them to show you theirs. If you want your lover to expand their horizons with you, it’s vital that you give them the same courtesy of hearing their secrets without making them feel creepy about it.

Regarding politics: You've got your cats on one side and your dogs on the other. Someone has to walk the fence and feed the animals. —Kinky Friedman

Regaring Politics: You’ve got your cats on one side and your dogs on the other; someone has to walk the fence and feed the animals. —Kinky Friedman

So you’re dating Mr. Freaky Vanderperv, at least you’re not dating a guy with no skills and no interest in you sexually! Treat his kinks with respect and he will be an honest man with you always.

Stories are the thing which shapes our kinky and wicked minds.

Some people are comfortable in hell, that`s why I crawled between your legs

That was how he managed to convince them to allow his wife to be a part of the ritual and to allow him to watch while his wife got fucked by a “bull with a large black cock,” which was how he described it while seated in Cynthia’s living room.

What turns me on is not what I do to your body, it is what I do to your mind

What was she going to do with two Drustans? A kinky part of her proposed something unmentionable and rather fascinating. Really, if they were both him, it wouldn't be like she was cheating on anyone.

She is both ecstatic and flabbergasted by how much of a needy, wanton slut her African lover has turned her into, who even after two shuddering orgasms, wants to experience a lot more.

The bonding ceremony is a walk through our peers, a family member or friend usually leads those to be bonded down that path with a white laced leash.” “You want me to wear a collar!” He placed a hand around his neck instinctively. Lorn lifted a dark eyebrow. “The leash doesn't go around your neck.” He glanced between Kallen’s legs.

Trouble in paradise? Want me to talk to him for you?” he offered. “I’m sure I can convince him to come crawling back. Even literally, if you’re into that kind of kinky stuff.

Are vampires kinky? I didn't know.

Debauchery conceived of as a kind of ascetic experience is not new, either for men or for women, but until Story of O no woman to my knowledge had said it.

I found that stiffly saluting member, of which he was so proud, rather frightening, and to tell the truth I found his pride slightly comical. I thought that that must be embarrassing for him, and thought how much more pleasant it was to be a girl. That, by the way, is an opinion I still hold today.

Allthough that doesn't happen often lately, I like to read exciting thrillers and those kinky magazines.

By my makeup and temperament I wasn't really prey to physical desires. Everything happened in my head.

Everyone is a potential naked slave to you once you become a trainer.

I don't drink. Never taken a drug in my life ever. In fact from a newspaper point of view I'm very boring. I don't do anything. I don't drink no booze, no drugs, no kinky carryings on, don't go to brothels.

I heard Tom Waits in this kinky shop on Belmont Street in Chicago. Considering the way I was raised, they were such obscure voices, but their music saved my life - I didn't know who I was before I heard Bob Dylan and Tom Waits.

If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.

I have tried a little kinky stuff. A woman called me and said, 'I have mirrors all over my bedroom. Bring a bottle.' I brought Windex.

It is not my mode of thought that has caused my misfortunes, but the mode of thought of others.

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.

Kinky sex involves the use of duck feathers. Perverted sex involves the whole duck.

Lovers and mystics are familiar with this sense of grandeur, this taste of joy - in abandoning oneself to the will of others.

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

Love well, whip well.

"So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky." "You're the one who ties people up, babe.

O felt that her mouth was beautiful, since her lover condescended to thrust himself into it . . .

Tantric Zen is not being kinky; nor is it being conservative and austere. It is eclectic. It is a real mixture of all things.

That girl is pretty kinky, the girl's a super-freak, I'd really like to taste her.

That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too.” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.

The most fun thing ever is having sex in a really naughty place or something. That would be pretty fun. The location usually makes it quite kinky in itself.

The voluntary captive The speechless the prisoner Which I hide in my very depths.

I regret to say that we of the FBI are powerless to act in cases of oral-genital intimacy, unless it has in some way obstructed interstate commerce.

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.

The number one job of the dominant is to continually seduce consent from the bottom.

To love is to live on the precipice.

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.

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.

What do you know? She liked to be told she was scary. Kinky.