Erotica Quotes - Page 3

Shit, it’s even getting me a little hot. Beside Shayla, Lacey is trying to suck the plastic off her rent-a-dick.

No use kidding herself. This situation with Jarrod was a slippery slope. She’d had plenty of men since Sam, attractive, well endowed, charming in many ways. Jarrod was different, and she needed to figure out why before she found herself in the middle of stupid. She had a business to think of, people who depended on her for their livelihood, even more people present and future who needed the services she offered. It wasn’t just a job, damn it, it was a mission. No one should be as out of touch with themselves as thoroughly as she had been. For as long.

If it’s that jerk, he’s going to see my gun. ‘My body is a weapon.’ Dumb sh*t. I bet my gun can take out his body really damn quick.

Tamlin let out a low snarl of approval, and I bit my bottom lip as he removed his pants, along with his undergarments, revealing the proud, thick length of him. My mouth went dry, and I dragged my gaze up his muscled torso, over the panes of his chest, and then—“Come here,” he growled, so roughly the words were barely discernable.I pushed back the blankets, revealing my already naked body, and he hissed.

Gravity is a myth. In reality the earth sucks.

The slick concrete reflected the facades of the work weary - grey, cracked and old,but more importantly, trodden upon.

Follow your heart, but use your mind as the navigator.

I don’t know what it is that comes over me, but suddenly I’m crossing to his side of the table and sitting down in his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. His lips are soft against mine, and when I part them he tenderly obliges, tasting me delicately. His fingers prod at my back, never going further than the small indent at the base of the spine, and it’s all very lovely and nice. “I think I could get used to you,” I say, looking down into his beautiful brown eyes, deep like the color of autumn. (From "Undone, The Romance of Nick and Layla [Part 5"]).

Let me put it this way. You, my beautiful girl, have the power to really hurt me, with how I feel about you. Far more than anyone else ever has or ever could. I don’t know if you realize that.

How can any woman not enjoy that? We're sensual beings, we love that.

Daddy, Momma! I made a friend. His name is Ike, and he ain’t got no tail because they chopped it off, but Aidan didn’t cop it off. Tourists chopped it off. But then Aiden went and fought the tourist. I hope we don’t get no tourists here. We would have to hide all the dogs.

He breathed a deep ahh and said, “Where did you learn to do that?”“Los Angeles High School of Performing Arts,” I said. “They taught me how to open my throat to sing. Then Kevin Wainwright taught me how to put his dick down it.”He laughed. “I’d like to thank LA Unified and Kevin Whatever for this moment.

Damn, her voice was awfully sexy for being a tree. Coop wasn’t sure he was comfortable with that thought. Probably a good time to head out, before he started trying to hump a knothole or something.

You stand fully clothed in a dark room with a spotlight on you. It’s bright but not blinding. So bright, you think the light should warm you. “Will you take off your clothes now, please.” he says from the dark.A calm voice, but definitely a commanding voice. I can imagine when it’s raised it could be, but in all the time he never raised it, the tone was always just right; even when he would say. “Yes, please let me hear you moan now. Louder” It was always pitched just right.Except that one time.

At that moment, in the temple of her lovers’ tangled limbs, Lea felt the presence of the Divine close by, immanent and imminent — everywhere and everywhen — and it was a sublime feeling, one that made her feel infinitely powerful and infinitely small, both at the same time.A good fuck can make even an agnostic see God — a fact that explained Lea’s parents’ fascination with Tantra, something about which Lea thought as little as possible.

Put four fingers back in baby, please.

So…” Nolan smirked. “Are you going to tell me why you had a trunk load of pleasure devices delivered to your door, or are we going to just keep ignoring the giant box of sex toys in the room?

My knees were weak but he held me with one hand, guiding me with the motion of his hips. I was completely his to do with what he wanted and he knew it.

… Get up against that wall now – let’s see your face against the tiles.”Your voice is little more than a growl and the instruction takes amoment to register. You push me up against the tiles, holding my handsbehind my back.

I put my hand next to his shoulder on the door frame, not touching, but real close. “Look, Blondie. I’m not asking you to bottom, just to fucking navigate.

You feel pretty ,manly to me," I breathed out, all jelly-legged with half-mast eyes."And you feel like a woman worthy of a fight, Ms.Greene.

Are you delusional Sonya? Your Robert may not seem to be going through a crisis because he's secretly banging his secretary or whatever other bitch wants to give up that pussy. Don't let him fool you. He's not complaining about you not giving it up because he's getting sniz on the reg

He’s a sub dog. How did she find a sub dog?

Pet, I give you permission to be as vocal as you wish, because I am going to blow your mind in a few minutes and I want to hear how much you enjoy the ride.

This was taken when my brother was last on leave. My mom’s new boyfriend took it. Now there’s an insane person. Well, he’s from the next town over. Everyone in that freaking town is butt-fuck crazy. I’m totally moving there one day.

I want to mark him permanently, brand him as mine. I grab my ankles to keep from grabbing him, digging my short, blunt nails into my flesh, the pain heightening my pleasure.

Someday my prince will come,” she lamented softly, “too fast.

For the first time I had the best of both worlds--a mission to live for and a man to love.

Give me a number between one and ten.”“Two.”“Forget that, then. Between five and ten.”“Seven.”“That’s how many times you’re coming before sunrise...

So you'll be my bodyguard for any guys who want to introduce me to anal?' I joke.'I will defend your virtue and your ass to the death,' he says with a knightly vow.

Lea found that she was saying things, saying them pretty loudly, but had no clear concept of what she was saying. [Sean and Andy’s] names, maybe. The seventy-two names of God. The capitals of all fifty states.Love. That word featured in there a lot. Which made sense. To the extent that Lea had any sense left a

The hardest thing in the world is to be original. It seems like our heads are filled with banalities and clichés. You have to keep digging deeper and deeper to try and find a fresh new seam that hasn't been explored.

Dammit, why isn’t there a book with the answers in it?

Excited my little whore? Yes, that's what you are, letting me fuck you the way I do. You know that's not good. Letting me punish you. My cock wants to be down your throat, inside your pussy and…In your ass. You tease me with it every fucking day.

I’ve told you before, ma chérie, love is not about submission. It is the willingness to give of yourself. That is a great power and gift, if you allow yourself to wield it.

He was responsible for my peaks and valleys, the pulsating waves and earth-shattering releases. It didn’t matter if I was bound or not, whether we fucked or made love, he was in control. The reality was he was always in control.

This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.

My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey.

Only I was capable of saving her now, and that, as far as anyone could argue, may have made me worse than all the devils and the demons, but it also, more accurately, made me better than all the angels and gods.

Could a vow be not all the way broken? Could a sin be not all the way committed?

I live by never saying what if?...

What do you think?” she softly whispered. “I think I want nothing more than to please you.” He whispered back while pulling her down to the bed. She looked at him with wanting and hunger.

My new elf husband wasted no time in carrying me to the bed, then tumbling us both onto the coverlet.

A woman’s sexuality is not at all like a man’s. A man can literally f**k a watermelon and come. If you put enough friction on his c**k, in some semblance of a rhythm, he will orgasm. It’s a no brainer.

If I were you, I’d clear those cobwebs out because there isn’t a shop-vac out there strong enough to handle that job.

I got the recurring itch to hunt for a dirty scene.  I found myself in a swank hotel bar, a Westin or someplace like that, and flirted shamelessly with a well-dressed man who invited me up to his room.  I could say he slipped a Mickey into my drink, but, I’d be fooling myself.  When the endorphins kicked in, the man had his belt around my neck and choked me, while riding me from behind and calling me names. Afterward, he asked if I was okay and reminded me I agreed to this type of breath play.  Maybe I did. 

And since I am a man, I would appreciate it if you would cry for us both, gatita.

Close your eyes and relax. One kiss. I don’t bite.” His hand brushed her cheek. “At least not hard.”“That’s a joke, right? Because I have proof you do bite hard.

A little playful banter never hurt — or did it? - Emma

A hard man is nice to find

God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?

He suggested devils, skulls, harsh masculine drawings. This thing was…heart poundingly good. She wanted to pluck it, and bury her face in it, and keep it in a vase by her bedside.

Well," I said clearing my throat at the uncomfortable stare-down competition between the two of us. "I've got to be heading out. See ya tomorrow, Judge.""Not so fast," he bit out, grasping a firm hold on my wrist. I gasped at the contact, because this time it felt more intimate, almost inviting. "I'm not done with you yet, Miss Davis.

We're all captives, in one way or another . . .

Our lips meet and he playfully bites me.” —Sofia Herrera (Total Abandonment, Unbearable Passion, #4)

She felt the cold blast from the sterile air conditioning on her bare arms and thighs, as she ambled down the center of the shopping complex's ground floor.The scene was a swirl of candy bright lights--the Victoria's Secret fuchsia signboard, signboards which lured one to purchase "confidence," or "sexual appeal," or whatever it was that was being advertised--the fluorescent lights in each store, contrasting with the shiny, black-tiled walls and eye-catching speckled marble tiles on the ground.One could lick the floor--the tiles were spotless, clean like the fake air she was breathing in, like the atoms and cells in her that were decaying in stale neglect.

The feel of her skin as she struggled beneath, the life inside, the death without. The breaching of life and death, of survival uncaged inside him: a dark beast with violence and sex in its soul. In his soul.

Hunter Westley, you can’t just go around kissing people. She’s so cute.Not people Lenora, just you. Only you.

Your lips are so soft and girly. I really must know what you use on them.

Oh fuck, he was right there. I was wet as hell and he could probably smell me now. I should have eaten strawberries or melon or a dozen roses or an entire mint plant. Did that work for women? I read an article that it worked for men. Their spunk tasted like what they ate. Did my vagina taste like spaghetti right now? God dammit! I shouldn't have eaten dinner!