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Jace turned to look over his shoulder, the wind whipping his hair into tangles. "What are you thinking?" he called back to her."Just how different everything down there is now, you know, now that I can see.""Everything down there is exactly the same," he said. "You're the one that's different.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
You know a person is teaching the truth when no one debates it." ~ Amunhotep El Bey
— Amunhotep El Bey
Even our parents seemed to agree more and more with the television version of things, listening to the reporters' inanities as though they could tell us the truth about our own lives.
— Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.
— Dodie Smith
It all begins with goodness in the heart.
— Bjorn Street
While the churches, bringing the sweet smell of piety for the soul, came in prancing and farting like brewery horses in bock-beer time, the sister evangelism, with release and joy for the body, crept in.silently and greyly, with its head bowed and its face covered.
— John Steinbeck, East of Eden
If even a dog's tooth is truly worshipped it glows with light. The venerated object is endowed with power, that is the simple sense of the ontological proof. And if there is art enough a lie can enlighten us as well as the truth. What is the truth anyway, that truth? As we know ourselves we are fake objects, fakes, bundles of illusions. Can you determine exactly what you felt or thought or did?
— Iris Murdoch
Over and over again I have said that there is no way out of the present impasse. If we were wide awake we would be instantly struck by the horrors which surround us ... We would drop our tools, quit our jobs, deny our obligations, pay no taxes, observe no laws, and so on. Could the man or woman who is thoroughly awakened possibly do the crazy things which are now expected of him or her every moment of the day?
— Henry Miller, The World Of Sex
I always see the light at the end of the tunnel before I enter the cave
— Stanley Victor Paskavich, Return to Stantasyland
You know what turns dirt into diamonds?""Pressure. Weight. Heat...""The geological equivalent of torture.
— Laura Argiri, The God in Flight
Some people were destined to have a significant other.Some people were destined for greatness.But few others were destined to be soldiers, to be warriors, to be alone.That is me.It is not a path that i have chosen, but it is a path that i must walk.Some may think this is sad, but i have come to peace with it.Because i am and always will be a soldier, a warrior...Alone.
— Chris Söderström
Every person writes his own book with the example of his life.
— Casper Silk, Hotel Noir
..chaos is the neighbour of God: but everything's usually neat and tidy in hell...
— Håkan Nesser
I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned
— Alfred Tennyson, Maud
Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.
— Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons
Maybe they were born of karma, their own or their parents', Zack thought; maybe the universe had a purpose for them, and they were what they were because the world needed them to be that way.
— Jackie Trippier Holt, Freaks Like Us
Good and Bad is inside everybody. The difference is that the Good remember when they have also been bad and the Bad remember when they have only been good.
— Girish Kohli
Every major technological innovation propels humanity forward to the point of no return.
— Newton Lee, Facebook Nation: Total Information Awareness
Many feel that writers are a dime a dozen, so the goal is to break through and make it to the value of a penny.
— Wil Zeus
rational of whatever is happening all around came together in a train of light which, when it traverse in return, is the pervasive expression of one's own mind
— ngr
life is fair, truth is faith
— ngr
Information is power. Disinformation is abuse of power.
— Newton Lee, Facebook Nation: Total Information Awareness
Things aren't different. Things are things.
— William Gibson, Neuromancer
There are no endings, only beginnings that have been reborn.
— D.B. Patterson
Death is nothing to us, because a body that has been dispersed into elements experiences no sensations, and the absence of sensation is nothing to us.
— Epicurus, Principal Doctrines
Man is much more the victim of his psychic constitution than its inventor.
— C.G. Jung
No man is an island, no man stands alone
— Dennis Brown
I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.
— Anaïs Nin
I love you. That is the beginning, that is the end. That is everything.
— Ella Frank, Blind Obsession
I was not crying - eyes water. I think we all know I'm a badass and I don't cry. - Caleb
— C.J. Roberts, Epilogue
Do I need permission to breathe, Sir?
— Kallypso Masters, Nobody's Hero
Men always want what they can’t have, or what other men want. It’s a scientific fact.
— Gina L. Maxwell, Seducing Cinderella
I moaned then, tilting my head back to give him better access. His hands clamped on my waist, then moved—one going to cup my rear, the other sliding between us.This—this moment, when it was him and me and nothing between our bodies …His tongue scraped the roof of my mouth as he dragged a finger down the center of me, and I gasped, my back arching. “Feyre,” he said against my lips, my name like a prayer more devout than any Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron on that dark solstice morning.His tongue swept my mouth again, in time to the finger that he slipped inside of me. My hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of him, and his growl reverberated in my chest as he added another finger.I moved on him. Lightning lashed through my veins, and my focus narrowed to his fingers, his mouth, his body on mine. His palm pushed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and I groaned his name as I shattered
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away. ~Mae West
— Laina Charleston
We lay that way for a while, breathing together, watching the shadows flicker over the walls and each other's faces. She played with a wet strand of my hair, wrapping it around her finger. It should have been awkward, but somehow it wasn't. I felt something moving between us, like light or heat, growing with every breath.
— Selena Kitt, Babysitting the Baumgartners
I want you to channel Jessica Rabbit and give him a show.
— Gina L. Maxwell, Seducing Cinderella
The back is one of my favorite parts of a woman’s body. I love to trace and lick the shallow line of her spine, from the top and all the way down to the twin dimples at the base of her lower back.
— Gina L. Maxwell, Seducing Cinderella
I quickly scoop up the rest of my personal life on display on the sidewalk and I'm relieved that I had removed the flavored condoms that Regina had shoved into my purse before I left yesterday. Bacon Flavor. What woman wants to taste meat while, you know, tasting meat?
— Vi Keeland, Worth the Fight
MacKensie, much as men don't like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off.
— Cherise Sinclair, The Dom's Dungeon
Impertinent submissive,” Raoul snapped, and his dark brown eyes turned mean. “Nothing new for this one. You're doing a lousy job of bringing her to heel, Marcus.”“Bring me to heel? Like I'm a dog?” Without thinking, Gabi instinctively yanked away and snapped out, “Bite me.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
When you really thought about it crying was a rather bizarre thing for any creature to be capable of. What purpose did it serve other than revealing too much?
— Kitty Thomas, The Auction
You're absolutely gorgeous. But you look too empty." Holding her gaze he slid his thumbs in to circle the rim of her opening. "Want something to fill you up?
— Gina Maxwell, Seducing Cinderella
His touch was simple, but specific, meant to show me he could be like a lover, gentle, intimate, but also that he was a man unaccustomed to hearing the word no. Yes. I understood. He was a man, and I? I was nothing but a girl, not even a woman. I was meant to fall at his feet and worship at the altar of his masculinity, grateful that he’d deigned to acknowledge me. All this, from a simple touch.
— C.J. Roberts
Placing one last kiss over her heart, he lifted his head to find her staring at him with The Look—the one that told a guy when a woman was leaving Let’s Screw For Fun City and headed straight for Let’s Pick Out China Town—written all over her pretty face.
— Gina L. Maxwell, Seducing Cinderella
He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made my ovaries ache deep in my belly.
— Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar
Hey roomie." I was breathless. I looked her straight in the eyes as my fingers squeezed my nipples and rubbed my swollen clit. "Told you I wouldn't stop when you caught me.
— Samantha Whitney
Males are simple creatures. If we can’t f**k it, we want to kill it.
— Morgan Hawke, Victorious Star
What makes you think it was your sperm? My sperm is obviously the dominant sperm. My sperm told your sperm to get to the back of line. The boy will have black hair and green eyes.”Sam shook his head. “I bet my sperm listens to your sperm just about as good as I listen to you. My sperm is also very impatient. It ran to that egg. Little Sam is gonna be a handful.
— Sophie Oak, Siren in the City
You’ve seen the movies. Bad guy always comes back.
— Sophie Oak, Siren Beloved
But weren't done, not by a long shot. his great hands lifted me under my ass and my thighs, urging me to get on the table and lie on my side. His arm hooked under my leg right under the kneecap, and now everyone had a spectacular view of my dripping for him.
— Lisa Lawrence, Strip Poker
What’s up with all these guys not realizing they’re bisexual? Here’s the clue, buddy, when you’re around another dude and you get a hard-on, you might be bi.
— Sophie Oak, Siren Beloved
That life is far too short to waste on grudges. Love does not come along often. When it does, you can’t throw it away because it isn’t perfect.
— Sophie Oak, Siren Beloved
They wanted her. They all loved her. And they wanted to keep her.
— Hanna Lui, Lick
Ohhhh are you coming?” he asks me. “Oh God Mallory, I can feel you doing it around my cock. I can feel you – that’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on me.
— Charlotte Stein, Restraint
I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.” …Anias Nin
— Angelic Artiaga, SINFULLICIOUS
Gideon: We've established some talking points: we have an intense sexual attraction and neither of us wants to date. So what do you want – exactly? Seduction, Eva? Do you want to be seduced?Eva: Sex that’s planned like a business transaction is a turnoff for me.Gideon: Establishing parameters in a merger makes it less likely that there’ll be exaggerated expectations and disappointment.Eva: Why even call it a fuck? Why not be clear and call it seminal emission in a pre-approved orifice?
— Sylvia Day, Bared to You
She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…” Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?
— Cherise Sinclair, To Command and Collar
Awww, that's sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain.
— Cherise Sinclair, Lean on Me
Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
She took a second look at him, at his fancy tailored suit. Dark gray with pinstripes. Oh please, like she’d really believe he was a dom at all? “Gabrielle Anderson. Are you sure you’re Master Marcus?”“Why would you think I’m not Master Marcus?” he asked. Well, good grief. She waved a hand at him and kept the duh from slipping out. Just in case he really was Master Marcus. Maybe he hadn’t changed yet or something. “The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?”He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply roared. Deep, full laughter—amazing coming from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one.
— Cherise Sinclair, Lean on Me
He is so beautiful," she thought, aching from the sadness that she saw in his eyes. In the late-afternoon sunlight, those eyes were almost green. She took his face in her hands and pulled him to her, claiming the kiss she had so desperately wanted the day before but had forgotten in the heat of the moment. She closed her eyes and felt him respond to her mouth, his tongue seeking hers.
— Shira Anthony, From the Depths
An editor asked me what led me to write erotica. I replied, "A dirty mind, excess words, and an overactive sacral chakra.
— Fierce Dolan
Are you going to cry when you hand your Evie Girl over to me? You never cry for me. I think I’d like to see it.
— Kele Moon, Beyond Eden
With all due respect.” Victoria panted against the growing sexual hunger battling her temper for dominance. “Eat shit and die, sir.
— Morgan Hawke, Victorious Star
Did you just have an orgasm, after hearing me talk about giving you an orgasm?”All I can do is sob helplessly in answer. “I think you did. I think you just came ’cause I’m fingering your sweet pussy and talking dirty to you – you know why?”I don’t, I don’t. “Because you’re so nuts for this. Aren’t you, huh? You’re so primed. I can feel that hot little pussy clenching around me every time I move a muscle or say a word – ohhhh, yeah. Yeah, arch your back so I can look at you going nice and tight around my fingers. Yeah. Yeah. You gonna do that around my cock?
— Charlotte Stein, Addicted
Those big green eyes were even bigger than usual as she stared at the two of them. For a moment, she looked like a kid who’d found the last cupcake on the planet.
— Sophie Oak, Three to Ride
... I had been brought to boil twice with no pasta.
— Vanessa Estrella, Nasti's Beauty Salon
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.
— Kallypso Masters, Nobody's Angel
You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion?
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny?" She didn’t wait for any response, afraid she’d chicken out. "Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh?
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
A hard man is nice to find
— Tom  Barry, When the Siren Calls
Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs.
— Cherise Sinclair, To Command and Collar
Chocolate's better than sex any day.
— Cherise Sinclair, Lean on Me
How can any woman not enjoy that? We're sensual beings, we love that.
— James Lusarde, Naked on the Moon
I'm not likely to forget someone slapping my butt with a big piece of wood.
— Cherise Sinclair, Lean on Me
What we have here is a failure to communicate.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
Behave," Kurt said, and slapped her buttocks. "Didn't I tell you to be still? Your job is to focus on my will and let me use your body. It's here for my pleasure, remember?
— Nikki Sex, Carmen's New York Romance Trilogy
Enjoy it any way you can.
— Melissa Craig
She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes upon, and for a moment, he wished he could keep her.
— A. Zavarelli, King's Kitten
You like it dirty; I do too. Be filthy; beg me for it. Be a complete cock whore.""You like being forced to just lay there and wait for me. I like it too. You look so good all open and ready for my cock. Just being still and obedient like a good little cock whore.
— Kele Moon, Packing Heat
I'm not going near anything that's going in the crack of his ass!
— Mina Carter, Pixies & Passion
Honey, letting us isn’t the issue. You either cooperate and get it done, or don’t-and still get it done.
— Breanna Hayse, The Game Plan
Then she is on me. Her soft, hot body collapses onto my own ravenous frame. She pushes my legs open with her knees and pulls my arms above my head with her hands, holding me a willing hostage. For one long moment we are eye to eye. Her breasts press down into my nipples, goading them but offering no release, and then her lips come crashing down on mine. She kisses me as though she already owns me; exploring my mouth with her tongue, dragging it aggressively from one side of my lips to the other.
— Felicity Brandon, Customer Service
I nearly believe you. The challenge remains extended-make me believe you -- Benjamin
— Shermaine Williams, The Challenge
I am not a f**king pleasure girl, damn you! I’m an officer!
— Morgan Hawke, Victorious Star
Good choice, Polly,” she soothes, caressing my long, dark hair.“You may not have been fucked by a woman before but, if you’re a good girl now, then you soon will be…
— Felicity Brandon, Customer Service
Should I try to help her? Surely I was strong enough to loosen that stubborn backpack. And, in doing so, I could make a clever comment about how cold it must be outside for her nipple to get so hard. She'd laugh and toss her head back; her long blond hair would fall off her shoulders onto her back in slow motion. Thankful for my help, she'd lift up her shirt to give me a better look at her tits before I rip her clothes off and throw her down on the dirty hardwood floor.Shit, I gotta stop watching so much porn." - Tyler Campbell, Safe With Me, Part 1
— Shaina Richmond
Given our new situation, I think you should find a more appropriate way to address me Polly. Do so now please.”I don’t even have to think. An invisible shroud of submission seems to have fallen over me and the prospect of surrendering to this beautiful creature is the only thing on my mind, because I do – absolutely – want her to fuck me, and I have never wanted anything so much…
— Felicity Brandon, Customer Service
You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail?
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
By the way, you have a fine ass. Sir.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
Okay, you’re older. Not much, really. And considering you love staying in shape and I refuse to run, we’ll probably get all old and crippled at the same time. If not, then I’ll learn to use a cane, and I’ll get to beat on your ass for a change.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
And since I am a man, I would appreciate it if you would cry for us both, gatita.
— Cherise Sinclair, To Command and Collar
So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.
— Cherise Sinclair, Master of the Abyss
A good relationship is a two-way street, gatita. Submitting and serving is equaled by a master’s need to take control, to protect, to make someone happy.
— Cherise Sinclair, To Command and Collar
If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
An older dom snorted. “Atherton uses the word escort loosely. The last time someone messed with a trainee, he threw the guy across the bar. Strolled over, waited for the idiot to stand up, punched his lights out, and dragged him by his jacket collar out of the place. Escorted him, my ass. Didn’t even wrinkle that fancy suit.” He took a sip of his beer and added, “Atherton is invariably polite, but nobody in their right mind fucks with his trainees.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
Darlin’, I wasn’t just a Boy Scout, I was an Eagle Scout.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
You know I still don’t like your…hobby.”“Didn’t ask your opinion.” Jake rubbed his aching ribs. “If you want mine: anyone using the missionary position twice in a row should serve time.
— Cherise Sinclair, Master of the Abyss
And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
You have a piercing.” “So I do.”“Didn’t that hurt?”“A bit.
— Cherise Sinclair, To Command and Collar
Dammit, why isn’t there a book with the answers in it?
— Cherise Sinclair, To Command and Collar
Any ham-handed idiot can make a woman scream. I prefer to assess…responsiveness.
— Cherise Sinclair, To Command and Collar
If you are with me long, I will begin to spell Master with two M’s.
— Cherise Sinclair, To Command and Collar
Hey, I see people manacled to log walls all the time. You bet. It’s a popular sport in Bear Flat. Gonna replace fishing soon.
— Cherise Sinclair, Master of the Abyss
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.
— Sophie Oak, Siren Beloved
If the goddess—and that would be me, by the way—is displeased, you’ll get bats in your hair and mice in your boots.
— Cherise Sinclair, Master of the Abyss
Excuse me. What did you say to me? For your information Danielle, the stick up my ass has served me well over the years. I will not be removing it, but I might have something to shove up yours when you return from class.
— Sophie Oak, Siren Beloved
Thanks, babe. It takes true talent to get your ass whipped.
— Sophie Oak, Siren Beloved
Did not. My stubbornness doesn’t even own a gun. My stubbornness is a pacifist.
— Sophie Oak, Siren Beloved
Hey, it’s totally masculine. It’s cowboy butt sex.
— Sophie Oak, Siren Beloved
I’m a nice person. I give money to starving babies and properly tip my hairdresser. Why am I the one everyone tries to kill?
— Sophie Oak, Siren Beloved
Look, when I’m here, I don’t have to think. I don’t have to worry. I don’t even have to be me if I don’t want to. That came out wrong. I don’t have to be the me I have to be all day.
— Sophie Oak, Siren Beloved
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.
— Sophie Oak, Siren Beloved
You’re not going to sniff my ass, are you? Like a dog?
— Vivi Anna, Bad to the Bone
Not that you’ll have any fun. I know my safe word, and I intend to use it.
— Sophie Oak, Siren Beloved
Are you sure you don’t have a crazy hairy grandmother in your family?
— Vivi Anna, Bad to the Bone
You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
The fun we’ll have tonight is called figging.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
A girl could get to hate Doms.
— Cherise Sinclair, Lean on Me
You asked of me once, how high, high can beor if there was an exhibit..I smiled and then whispered..My thighs are the limit…
— Shanica Stewart, The Nikki DaVinci Code
New Englanders could be so brusque.
— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
I believe that is what they call an erection. ~ Double Teamed
— Gia Blue
En las ligeras todas las cosas son visible, pero en la oscuridad, muchas cosas son imaginable.Translated: In the light all things are visible, but in the dark many things are imaginable.
— Taabia Dupree, The Temp
At the Slavemarket:“How is her disposition?” “Meek as meek can be; we tried training her in the care of sheep, but they bullied her, and drove her to tears.”Iayd turned to Fudail’s henchman Falih. Falih was a bald, fat man charged with keeping the slaves in line. His face bore scars that seemed to indicate that he had just recently tried to rob an eagle nest whilst the eagle mother was still at home. His legs stood knock-kneed and he held his groin as if something serious was amiss with the heirlooms entrusted him.“I swear to you, she is an angel sent to earth to spread kindness,” Falih said, his voice somewhat out of pitch. Something must be wrong, thought Iayd.
— August Renfelt, Fate, as Water
Caroline, beside herself, dragged me down to her, her breast was against mine, and by a circular movement seemed to caress it. The pretty strawberries which crowned her breasts, jealous at meeting others as fair, endeavoured to engage them in combat.
— Felicité de Choiseul-Meuse
I look at him and my body reacts in a way that it never has before, even in the throes of passion. I look at him and I start aching so deep inside it takes all I can to think, to breathe, to speak. He’s like the brightest flame and it takes everything in me to resist its call.I know that if I give in, I’ll get burned so deeply, there might be nothing left once I come out the other side.But, god, I want to step into that flame.
— D.L. Hess, Sir
Though the Mistress is all about power, confidence and control, she still must give back to her clients who provide the very platform she stands on. The Mistress is not self-made by any means. With her submissive she creates, she designs, she imagines, she becomes. It’s a relationship; it’s an exchange.
— T. L. Stone
Tex’ forearm twitched before he snarled again; “Lay…the…fuck…off.” Each word dripped with venom.“We will but first I want to make sure you take my meaning – take it as gospel. Play your little game, fuck her bow-legged but when it comes down to a choice between you or her getting hurt, I’ll put a bullet in her pretty little head so fast you’ll think you imagined her.” With that, he walked off. Cy following behind. They tipped their hats to Elena as they passed her.
— Keshia Harris, Tex
Inside the car Colin was getting thrashed about. Colin was crying out in pain as he could feel his bones breaking deep within his body. Colin’s SUV was rolling over and over and over endlessly.
— Nicole Eglinger, Wanting
...[A]s much as she burned to come, she wanted Olive to know without a doubt that this—that they—were about more than sex. She whispered, “On that note, I haven’t forgotten that I owe you a very fancy, very private dinner date.” Clearly pleased by the comment, Olive caught a lock of her hair and gave it a playful tug. “As much as I appreciate that, right now you’re all I want to eat...Kate groaned at the sensation of yet more wetness seeping from her body, drawn out by Olive’s blunt language and the slight pain of having her hair pulled. She ducked out of Olive’s grip, shooting her a mock dirty look. “Keep doing that and you’ll really have a mess to contend with.” “Promise?” Olive’s eyes flashed with pure, sinful mischief. “Now will you please sit on my face already?
— Meghan O'Brien, The Muse
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.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
Life was profligate with beauty, only if you stopped to look, only if you had someone to share it with.
— Elliot Mabeuse, The Moth's Song: And Other Stories
Life is too short to ignore your kinks
— Unknown
I have eyes, and you can't keep yours off me." Simon, Finally Letting Go
— C.J. Lynne, Finally Letting Go
She was mine.  I owned her from the hair on her head to her curl-covered cunt to those elegant feet. 
— kimber nilsson
He pulled off the condom brusquely, wiped the head on my cheek, and threw it in the gutter.  My humiliation was scorching hot.  I couldn't help touching myself yet another time.  His eyes called me 'slut' as I came again.
— kimber nilsson
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. 
— kimber nilsson
There were things I never asked when picking up a stranger.  I didn't want to know what they did for a living.  I didn’t care what they drove, where they lived, or what their favorite color was.  I wanted to know how they liked their cock sucked.  I wanted to know if they made love or fucked.  Did they eat pussy?  Did they like rough sex? He laughs.  “I thought those kinds of pickup lines weren’t allowed.” He was cocky.  I liked that.  It was a cousin to arrogance and cruelty; I liked that even more.  Was this what it felt like to find your true north?He shook my hand and started a conversation like a gentleman.  But in my heart, I knew this man, the dark Viking, was dangerous.
— kimber nilsson
As I stood there, with the two of them staring at me, I suddenly realised that this was more than just a one-night tryst in a hot tub or a drunken fumble with a horny couple, this was the start of something, an adventure. Not just for me, but for the three of us. 	We had finally made the jump across a gap that had been holding us back ever since we had met and what boundaries and reservations there had been were now destroyed.
— Michael Bayswater, The Adventures of Michael Bayswater.
As Colin was starting to drift into the twilight he could feel blood pouring out of his head
—  whilst he was calling out to his true love.
As he pulled his crayon out, The world was painted in glowing scarlet...
— Preetilata kumari
Her mascara ran in streaksdown her facelipstick smeared across heralabaster cheeks like a porcelaindoll that had been flung aroundbefore the paint had dried....barely blinkingeyes like content little sunspoking through dark mascaracloudsshe is brokenyet whole at the same timeand she belongs 
— HL37, Make Me Take It from You: Erotic Poetry and Short Stories
Do you know what passion is? He whisperedAnd he brushed my lips... the lipstick smeared and the brassiere rested on the floor..
— ~Preetilata Kumari
As he pulled the crayon out
— The world was painted in glowing scarlet...
So, do you not owe it to yourself to bend Andrew’s will to be your own? To make him lose himself to you, so you are one? Is that not why we marry one another? To be one mind, one flesh? -- Mistress Malena Darke
— J.R. Scott, Remote Control Volume I: Owned From Afar
Now it’s like my whole body is suddenly in revolt. No more. Not one day more. Not one more hour. My body wants sex.
— Ruby Redhead
She began stroking my ankles. I considered kicking her in the cunt.
— Samuel Beckett, The Complete Short Prose, 1929-1989
Come closer to me,” he commanded. She began to get to her feet, giving him the opportunity to force her down again. “No. I want you to crawl over here on your hands and knees.” Jace watched the power of his words place invisible constraints on Camille’s body. She fell down to her knees and crawled on the floor like an animal. In that moment, he was her master; in that moment, everything seemed natural and right in the world. He was the yin to her yang, pulling both of them into perfect equilibrium.
— Edith Warner, Don't Forget Your Lines
Ieder orgasme is een kleine echo van de oerknal
—  geen wonder dat sex van alle tijden is.(Translated into English: 'Every orgasm is a little echo of the Big Bang
Be a gentleman, and do it gently.
— Himmilicious
I didn't pay much attention to Jared until he blocked my view of the couple by standing in front of me. I almost protested, but then he turned his body and bent over. What I saw when he did was enough to make me start begging for him to undo the restraints holding me in the chair.
— Candi Kay, Christopher
Just as you dress for the occasion you should undress when reading erotica.
— Chloe Thurlow, Katie in Love
Bikinis? Check. Sunscreen? Check. Dildo? Probably won’t need it.
— Felicia Ferraro
You're the best," Rachel cheered. Her hands drifted to his chest and started tugging at the top button. "I am going to text her as soon as I am done with you," she winked, and then pushed him towards the bedroom.
— Liberty Stone, Crossing a Line: Womens Erotica
You're the best," Rachel cheered. Her hands drifted to his chest and started tugging at the top button. "I am going to text her as soon as I am done with you," she winked, and then pushed him towards the bedroom.- Liberty Stone, Crossing a Line
— Liberty Stone, Crossing a Line: Womens Erotica
My fingers running through her hair, she forgets all her problems.- Let's Get Lost
— Bandile M. Matsenjwa
He has one hand over her mound and works his fingers as if he was playing guitar, making beautiful music with her tiny button. He serenades her with a love song that only his fingers know how to pick- a tune that no man can duplicate.
— Jane   Emery, The Billionaire's Forbidden Love: Sex, Lies & Secrets
Dear God, I love you, Lance,” he whispers when he pulls out of the kiss. "Don't ever leave me.”I look into his eyes, ignoring the water that's starting to turn cool. I take his face in my hands and kiss him softly on his wet lips before responding. His eyes are troubled and it hurts me to see all the doubts and fears looking back at me.“Rick, I'm not going anywhere. I'm yours. Always.
— Candi Kay, Trusting Lance
Fuck me,” I moan, “right here, right now.”He dives in for another kiss as he lowers the zipper over my hard dick. When he reaches inside my underwear I lean into his hand.“So hard and so ready,” he whispers in my mouth.“Always for you, Rick.
— Candi Kay, Trusting Lance
Lance?” I hear him whisper in the darkness.“Yeah, babe, I'm here.”“Come to bed.”I undress and crawl under the covers with him. His arms go around me and hold me tight.“I love you, Rick.”“I know, baby. I'm sorry.”“Me too.
— Candi Kay, Trusting Lance
Introduction to Amanda. - The equal measure of fear and desire her double-barrelled bust induced was plain to see. It might have been a mundane observation but it was something of an epiphany to Amanda just what it meant to be the only person in the room wearing a bra.
— Francine Scott, Coming First
Introduction to Kate. - Satisfied she had concluded her notes on the manuscript she had been reading, Kate placed her heel back in its shoe and stood up. She smoothed her skirt and paused to spare a thought for Vincent. “What is going to happen next?” Kate remembered him pleading. Claire had said this would happen.
— Francine Scott, Coming First
Vanity is by far my favorite of all sins, and the camera lens is the ultimate vanity mirror. The camera captures all moods and nuances; immortalizes the soft and silky continuum that is humanity. Those still life moments seem so fluid, so representative of continuity. They are a single moment captured, yet an eternity expressed. All your youth; all your ages, captured and expressed in a single click. Of all the indulgences, vanity is certainly my favorite which we should otherwise resist, but are inexplicably captivated by and addicted. What other animal would spend so much time pouting and preening for its reflection? Only humanity would participate in such self-adoration. You would think we have the most colorful feathers or softest of manes. Rather, we are a naked biped that feels incomplete without some decorative element, accessory, or embellishment of the self. We are intoxicated by the image of the body, no different than we are seduced by fine wines, foods, or mind altering elements. We devour the skin, and peel away clothes as if they were the skin of some tropical fruit, covering a colorful and juicy interior. We hunt for bodily pleasures, and collect them as prizes; show them off in social situations as if our companions were some sort of extended adornment to ourselves. We are revealed in our sensuality. To touch beneath the surface; to connect beyond facades, that unattainable discourse between individuals is put tentatively within reach in intimacy. To capture those moments is to capture the essence of what makes us human, and what ultimately sets us above and aside from the rest of nature. Capturing humanity in its most extravagant expressions is intoxicating. Vanity is by far my favorite sin, and it is an endless tale as infinite as humanity. Every person is but a stitch in a giant tapestry.
— A.E. Samaan
I enjoy reading books like that because it’s not at all the life I lead. It’s completely different than any situation I’ll ever be in, thank God. But I get entertainment out of it. Because as much as I like to read about a guy telling a girl she’s so, so wet for him...if anyone ever said that to me during sex, I wouldn’t be turned on by it. I would be terrified I accidentally peed on myself.'Ben laughs. 'And if you and I were having sex and you told me you owned me, I would literally crawl out from under you, put on my clothes, walk out of your house, and go puke in your front yard.
— Colleen Hoover, November 9
Fucking is an art. The mere fact of introducing the cock in the cunt and moving it in and out until the ejaculation of spunk is not art. True, it is fucking, but the difference between that way of doing it and the way it should be done, is like the difference between a child's first drawing and a picture by the world's greatest painter.
— Anaïs Nin, White Stains - Anaïs Nin & Friends
I-I can’t sleep and I was going for a walk when I noticed the truck moving… and then I found you two and, um, I mean—”Lockland cut him off midsentence with a calm, serious tone. “Jay?” Jay’s gaze shot up to Lockland’s.“Spit it out!”“I was wondering if I could… I-I don’t know… join you?
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
Fuck that guy, there's more than one man in an ocean of fish
— Jane   Emery, Four Degrees: Searching for Mr. Right
Sophie was now tied to the massage table with her legs spread and her feet in stirrups. The three men had left the room and the little elfish servant was standing between her taut legs and examining her private parts closely. She closed her eyes. The strange little pervert moved in with his nimble fingers and started to explore her private parts and all the beautiful little nuances between her legs. His head was bent over and very close to her entrance while his fingers probed softly and meticulously but creepily around her delicate flower. Soon he was spreading her moist lips and his fingers began probing alongside and just inside her opening. It was feeling astonishingly rude and lecherous at this point and Sophie was embarrassed at how aroused she felt. She lifted her head to look and ..EEK.. she saw his pointy face between her legs ...and OMG... she was extremely startled to see the length of his huge purple pointed tongue that darted in and out of his mouth while he drooled and masterly fingered her opening. Sophie was now close to delirious. Was this for real? She looked again and yes, it was his tongue and it was a giant, purple, throbbing appendage, thrusting rapidly in and out of his little mouth.
— Erza Wells
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
— Jane   Emery, Four Degrees: Searching for Mr. Right
He brings you gifts to cover his own ass. He gives you a shiny trinket and you forget that he's a couple hours late and smells of perfume. Wise up girl
— Jane   Emery, Four Degrees: Searching for Mr. Right
Why eat the same cereal every morning when you can get the milk for free" kind of ladies. I have always looked at it as "As long as I'm eating cereal and drinking milk every day, I'm satisfied
— Jane   Emery, Four Degrees: Searching for Mr. Right
I’ve wanted to do that since you saved me.” -Lockland
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
Hmm, do you mind if I put out your fire then?” I brushed his earlobe with my upper lip.
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
Sometimes, I just want to be comforted—I don’t want to be or appear to be stronger than I am.
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
We're all captives, in one way or another . . .
— Jaye Frances, Betrayed
You’re scared of sharing me in case you lose me?” - Adan
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
Fuck… that was…” “Good?” I grinned, licking my lips, looking up at him. “Shit yeah!” Jay wailed.
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
Torture. He was torturing her. And she didn't want it to ever stop.
— Rebecca Noon
As a techdomme I love to take control of your digital life, your PC and of course that will have REAL LIFE effects and control.
— Mistress Harley, Tech Domme: The FIRST, the ONLY TechDomme
I am so tired of begging your sorry ass, chasing your sorry ass down, tying your sorry ass up. ~ Mercy
— Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy
Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them.
— Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
He never treated her as a wife. He wooed her over and over again, with presents, flowers, new pleasures.
— Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
Little girl, you could wrap my cock in duct tape, and I'll still make you see God.
— Lilly Black, A Jade's Trick
As my mind dwells on the depths I have already sunk into since my arrival less than an hour ago, I approach Shaw’s feet and legs. Unsure of how to proceed, but sure that looking up at him is not an acceptable response, I wait on all fours in front of him, like an untrained animal. I squirm at the prospect that he may be making the same comparison.The hushed and excitable voices of the other men perforate the air around us as Shaw reaches down towards me. I see his left hand in my line of vision and one finger gently moves my face upwards to look at him. I gaze up at him and in this moment I want him more than I have ever wanted any man. I want him to seduce me. I want him to conquer me. I want to be devoured.
— Felicity Brandon, Submission at The Tower: The Depths of Desire
When you've been everywhere, tried it all and done it all, what's left is the exploration of self, intellectually and sexually, through curiosity and erotica.
— Chloe Thurlow, A Girl's Adventure
The torture is in the anticipation – the unknown, the restless sleep, insuppressible urge.
— Leia Castle
When you succumb to obedience, in an erotic sense, you are not giving away a part of yourself, but seeking something new, something other, within yourself.
— Chloe Thurlow, Katie in Love
You like it when I play with your clit, baby?” —Bryce Van Der Linden (Never Say Never, Unbearable Passion, #1)
— Scarlett Avery
I write erotica: sexy, raunchy fiction with the goal of getting your mind tuned in and your body turned on! Looking forward to sharing my steamy stories!
— Shayna York
The heat from his penetration sends a shockwave through my entire being.”—Sofia Herrera (Total Abandonment, Unbearable Passion, #4)
— Scarlett Avery, Total Abandonment
I don't think I blushed once in my entire life before I met you," I say."There will be a lot of things your body never did before you met me," he brags unabashedly.
— Lilly Black, A Jade's Trick
Of course, fingers are one thing. A cock is quite another.
— Jordan Hardick, Slave To Seamen: Part One
I pull his hair a little harder while pushing his head harder against me. His fingers curl inside me, stroking my spot as his tongue caresses my clit with increased urgency.” —Sofia Herrera (Never Say Never, Unbearable Passion, #1)
— Scarlett Avery
I’m going to fuck you slow at first and then hard.” —Bryce Van Der Linden (Exposed, Unbearable Passion, #3)
— Scarlett Avery, Exposed
Our lips meet and he playfully bites me.” —Sofia Herrera (Total Abandonment, Unbearable Passion, #4)
— Scarlett Avery, Total Abandonment
Two Strapping Alpha Billionaires. One Girl Looking For A Fresh Start. A Heck of A Wild Ride!
— Scarlett Avery
Why Have One Heart-Stopping Alpha Billionaire When You Can Have 2?
— Scarlett Avery, Undeniable Attraction
Meet Jake — He’s illegally hot and his dirty-talking will make you dizzy!Meet Hunter— He’s outspoken, impulsive and a rugged piece of eye candy!These Two Alpha Billionaires Believe In Sharing...Everything!
— Scarlett Avery, Undeniable Attraction
Billionaires’ Indulgence Is A Heart-Stopping, Mind-Blowing And Jaw-Dropping Ménage Romance Series.
— Scarlett Avery, Undeniable Attraction
His voice goads me and then I register the perfect rhythm he is creating in my tightly wound body. One, two, and then three fingers fill me, his hand rocking flawlessly against my quivering clitoris as he fucks me. Slowly at first and then the tempo increases as Shaw builds the pace. Before I know it I am panting as the sensations consume me. Eyes shut tight, I feel myself grinding against what feels like the palm of his hand or maybe his wrist, loving the friction it creates as Shaw penetrates me over and over again.
— Felicity Brandon, Submission at The Tower: The Depths of Desire
Everyone should feel alive. Should smash up against passion and danger, against temptation and anticipation. You have to push the envelope sometimes,because otherwise how do you know what your limits really are?
— J. Kenner, Heated
I could entice you with words,” he said. “Someday, I want to touch you only with my voice and tease you only with my words. I want to watch as you quiver with longing, as your body goes soft and slick. I want to watch the fire build inside you, and I want to make you explode before I even brush a finger over your skin.
— J. Kenner, Heated
You know, sloth is a sin," he says softly. "I prefer to think of it as an adorable animal.
— Ella James, Sloth
There are a lot of ways to pleasure a woman,” he said, and his tone suggested we hadn’t even begun. “Hard and raw, soft and sentimental. How can I know what she wants until I see how she reacts?
— J. Kenner, Heated
The erotic is not about nudity and nudity is rarely erotic. The erotic is subtle, a feeling, a gesture, a mood, a story frozen in the moment that holds you breathless waiting for the next moment. Understand this, and you understand the erotic.
— Chloe Thurlow, Katie in Love
I’ll give you what you want, Sloane,” he said. “What we both want. But think long and hard before you come to me. There are things that I like. Things that I want and expect from the woman in my bed. And I don’t play by anyone’s rules but my own.
— J. Kenner, Heated
I imagine you taste like honey,” Tyler murmured. “And when I slide my tongue between your legs, I’ll lose myself in the sweetness of you. I want to watch your face as the orgasm builds inside you. I want to feel you tremble beneath me. And when you finally explode, I want to hold you in my arms and let my kisses pull you back together.
— J. Kenner, Heated
Oh, Pet. How you fascinate me.
— Samantha A. Cole, Leather & Lace
Nolan,” she said. “I’m…” Scared. Say it. Tell him the truth. But her mouth remained still against his. She couldn’t tell him how badly she wanted to pull him close, because then she may not let go. She couldn’t tell him how terrified she was that she’d get lost again to another man. He cupped her face, silently coaxing her to finish her sentence. “You’re what, love?”Her eyes met his. “I’m broken.
— Joya Ryan, Rules of Seduction