Fetishizing Womens Bodies Quotes & Sayings

There is not an animal on this earth that if given the choice between freedom or captivity, would not choose to be free. — Patricia Engel

To be banished from Rome is but to live outside of Rome. — Helen Keller

Lust arrives as an angel disguised as love, but it's still lust, not love. — Scarlet Risque

An hour later, Cookie, Lacey, and I sat in the graveyard, watching a slave demon who looked like a nineteen-year-old kid
a very well-built nineteen-year-old kid
dig up a grave shirtless, his wide shoulders shimmering in the moonlight.
"I'm going to hell," Cookie said, unable to rip her gaze off him.
"Well, if you go, there are probably others who look like that. It might not be such a bad place."
"I want to have his demon babies," Lacey said — Darynda Jones

A large percentage of the staff plays both online and here at the Casinos. — Tim Page

Observe the movements of the stars as if you were running their courses with them, and let your mind constantly dwell on the changes of the elements into each other. Such imaginings wash away the filth of life on the ground. — Marcus Aurelius

I would say it would be worth it if, in fact, it would - if you could demonstrate that that would be the case and that the results and ramifications around the world wouldn't lead to more problems and more people dying. It's a very complex issue, and that's why I think we need to decide it. — Angus King

Silent," the carved wizardwood on his wrist breathed. "Silent as a blinded ship, floating hull-up in the sea. Silent as a scream underwater. — Robin Hobb

I'm a designer, and I think if you work in fashion, you have to give people fantasy. — Christian Louboutin

She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time. — Stephen King

Opening her eyes, Eva placed her palm in the center of William's chest. "You're next." With her wee push, he obliged her and sat on the edge of the bed. Kneeling, she untied his shoes and removed his hose. When she stood, William had already untied the lace of the arming doublet he wore atop his shirt. Eva held up her finger. "Tsk, tsk. You don't want to spoil my fun do you?"
He shrugged out of the doublet with a look of defiance. "It canna hurt to help a bit."
"Come here." She pulled him up by the cord of his chausses. Fingers working quickly, she untied them and his braies, and let them drop to the floor. Then, with a sultry giggle, she slowly tugged the tie on his linen shirt, staring at his eyes while she tortured him, pulling oh so very slowly. "This bit of linen is all that's left between us, William."
He growled though straight white teeth. "And it will be torn to shreds if ye dunna haste to rip it from my torrid flesh. — Amy Jarecki

We wouldn't be artists, writers, painters, musicians, if we weren't sensitive. — Wayne Coyne

Connectivity is productivity - whether it's in a modern office or an underdeveloped village. — Iqbal Quadir