Pleasurable Quotes

“All that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.”
― Roman Payne

“Even the memory of cradling her in my arms is pure euphoria. And all that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.”
― Roman Payne

“It is a pleasurable thing to earn the admiration of others, but it is a far better feeling to honestly admire thyself.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year

“It was beautiful to be heartbroken, it was as pleasurable as a thing could be. But pointless.”
― Sandra Newman, The Heavens

“Some things are so good or pleasurable that you wouldn’t wish them on your worst enemy.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Fools refuse to truly believe that a thing can be both delicious or pleasurable … and harmful.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“When you fall for your appetite too early, you may not be able to endure to the end.”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Become a Better You

“Pleasure and pain are often each other’s seed.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“When you live by the demands and supply of life, it becomes a pleasurable adventure.”
― Sunday Adelaja

“Early sweats make up later pleasures”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Six Words Inspiration

“When I experienced pleasurable emotions, I was at peace; when I lacked them, I felt anxiety. When I experienced positive emotions, I felt my life was meaningful. When I lacked them, it felt void of purpose and meaning.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

“Your trousers!" she gasped when he followed some curiosity he found down the curve of her jaw. "They're wet." She could feel how drenched they'd become, absorbing the moisture of her desire, the friction creating a stronger, slicker surge followed by a shocking burst of pleasure as he ground them harder against her.
"I don't care," he growled, passing his thumbs over her pebbled nipples in tandem, claiming her mouth and swallowing her startled cry as he rocked his hips against her again, and yet another time.
Her thighs trembled, her stomach clenched, and a delight for which she had no name spread like a flood of fire through her limbs.
"This pleases you?" He did it again, his own groan rumbling against her lips.
Pleased her? More than strawberry tarts and decadent desserts. More than she'd pleased herself with him watching. More pleasure than she'd ever imagined her body capable of producing. But she could say none of those things, so she just hissed a "Yes!" as her muscles began some sort of ascension she didn't yet understand.
With each of his movements, and every one of his kisses, the glorious sensation intensified, electrified, until, unable to help herself, her head dug into the bed and her hips peeled off it. Her body bowed with a jerking, pulsing ecstasy so acute, she felt as though she was lost in an apoplexy. Her heart raced, forcing her blood into each extremity, and then stalled, only to charge again.
She thought she heard her name. She knew she gasped illogical things. Maybe screamed words, but couldn't hear them, or for the life of her, remember what they were. Perhaps the same incoherent tongues spoken by the evangelicals whilst taken in rapture, for surely that's what this was.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Highwayman