1 He really reaped the fruits of the sensual satisfaction she got out of Michaelis' male passivity erect inside her.
2 She crept nearer to him, nearer, only to be near to the sensual wonder of him.
3 He was looking at her with an odd, flickering smile, faintly sensual and appreciative.
4 Yet the passion licked round her, consuming, and when the sensual flame of it pressed through her bowels and breast, she really thought she was dying: yet a poignant, marvellous death.
5 She was her sensual self, naked and unashamed.
6 The efficient, sometimes charming women knew a thing or two about the sensual realities: they had that pull over their jigging English sisters.
7 His brown face was bland and his mouth, red lipped, clear cut as a woman's, frankly sensual, smiled carelessly as he lifted her into the carriage.
8 His large hands, sensual lips, easy voice supported his self-confidence.
9 It was an elemental odor, raw and crude; it was rich, almost rancid, sensual, and strong.
10 They wondered how one so charming and graceful as he was could have escaped the stain of an age that was at once sordid and sensual.
11 There was still some gold in the thinning hair and some scarlet on the sensual mouth.
12 Presently the massive door of the cell opened to admit a tchinovnik named Samosvitov, a robust, sensual individual who was reputed by his comrades to be something of a rake.
13 This head, with its remarkably broad brow and cheekbones, its handsome, sensual mouth, and its cold, majestic expression, was not disfigured by the approach of death.
14 They had their pathetic, two-seconds spasms like Michaelis; but no healthy human sensuality, that warms the blood and freshens the whole being.
15 Though a little frightened, she let him have his way, and the reckless, shameless sensuality shook her to her foundations, stripped her to the very last, and made a different woman of her.