"[...] perhaps buried down in every relationship
between two people is some tiny spark of erotic attraction."
–Embers (1942) Sándor Márai
Words "spark" a flame in their readers.
A story can awake our imagination and make us sigh; it can be so vivid we could even experience a sort of mental climax. So, it shouldn't surprise us that a good erotic novel brings out our darkest passions and desires, being as provocative as the sight of a beautiful naked body. Through its pages, we live our deepest fantasies and those moments we long for but don't dare to share.
Throughout history, many writers have used eroticism to unveil the hidden secrets of humanity and nature. Here is a selection of passionate phrases taken from some of the most important works of literature. These lines will delight us with the exquisite sexual and romantic games. Get comfy and enjoy a titillating literary encounter with your inner passions:
The Lover (1984) Marguerite Duras
Talks to me, says he knew right away, when we were crossing the river, that I’d be like this after my first lover, that I’d love love, he says he knows now I’ll deceive him and deceive all the men I’m ever with. He says as for him he’s been the cause of his own unhappiness. I’m pleased with all he’s foretold, and say so. He becomes rough, desperate, he throws himself on me, devours the childish breasts, shouts, insults. I close my eyes on the intense pleasure. I think, he’s used to it, this is his occupation in life, love, nothing else.
Hopscotch (1963) Julio Cortázar
Then my hands want to hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while we kiss with mouths full of flowers or fish, of living movements, of dark fragrance. And if we bite each other, the pain is sweet, and if we drown in a short and terrible surge of breath, that instant death is beauty.
The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty (1996) Anne Rice
Her breasts were suffused with red. And as he drove his organ into her, he felt her shudder violently with unwilling pleasure. An awful cry was muffled by the hand over her mouth; she was shuddering so violently it seemed she all by lifted him on top of her.
Lady Chatterley's Lover (1928) D. H. Lawrence
Then as he began to move, in the sudden helpless orgasm, there awoke in her new strange thrills rippling inside her. Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite and melting her all molten inside. It was like bells rippling up and up to a culmination.
Lolita (1955) Vladimir Nabokov
She wore a plaid shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. Every movement she made in the dappled sun plucked at the most secret and sensitive chord of my abject body.
“Love Letters to Nora Barnacle” James Joyce
December 8, 1909. You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over me with a whore’s glow in your slumbrous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover’s fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometime too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your hot drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s cunt.
Fanny Hill (1748) John Cleland
For my part, I was transported, confused, and out of myself; feelings so new were too much for me. My heated and alarm'd senses were in a tumult that robbed me of all liberty of thought; tears of pleasure gush'd from my eyes, and somewhat assuaged the fire that rag'd all over me.
The Bluest Eye (1970) Toni Morrison
I think about the thick, knotty hair on his chest, and the two big swells his breast muscles make.… I pretend to wake up, and turn to him, but not opening my legs. I want him to open them for me. He does, and I be soft and wet where his fingers are strong and hard. I be softer than I ever been before. All my strength is in his hand.
Just as in literature lies the spirit of eroticism, the same happens in other art expressions like cinema, painting, sculpture, or music. Discover the most intimate secrets of the skin, the words, and the world. We're erotic mammals that need to taste the fluids of love to sparkle our days.
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Translated by María Isabel Carrasco Cara Chards