Love well, whip well.

Are vampires kinky? I didn't know.

Sex game kinky, niggas call me Pinky

To love is to live on the precipice.

What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course.

It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.

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

In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.

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

I wasn't young, I wasn't pretty, it was necessary to find other weapons.

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

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

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

The only currency I value is the coin of the spirit. That's very important in my life.

I've got a head of hair better than Rick Perry; it's just not in a place I can show you.

I also use women as a sex object; maybe I'm kinky. However, I like to talk to them as well.

Just erotic. Nothing kinky. It's the difference between using a feather and using a chicken.

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

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

When you think night and day and every moment only of pleasing me, things will be very easy for you.

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

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

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

I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.

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

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

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.

My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience.

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.

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.

O was infinitely more moving when her body was covered with marks, of whatever kind, if only because these marks made it impossible for her to cheat and immediately proclaimed, the moment they were seen, that anything went as far as she was concerned. For to know this was one thing, but to see the proof of it, and to see the proof constantly renewed, was quite another.

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