Quotes about erotica-romance

They would take your soul, if they could . . .

He starts kissing my back and I shiver.” —Sofia Herrera (Exposed, Unbearable Passion, #3)

Making love is not something you do to someone―it's something you share. Lovemaking between men and women should be mutually pleasurably. Both women and men should be fully and completely satisfied.

I love you. That is the beginning, that is the end. That is everything.

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?

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.

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.

She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes upon, and for a moment, he wished he could keep her.

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.

...[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

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.

Fuck that guy, there's more than one man in an ocean of fish

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 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

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

The torture is in the anticipation – the unknown, the restless sleep, insuppressible urge.

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.

Dismiss That quote has been saved.quoteJessica Nyman > Quotes > Quotable Quote“If you understand this…” he said, “I could give the word and have you beheaded right now…” his voice was soft as velvet and incredibly sexy in a macabre way. I shivered. He nibbled on the edge of my ear and whispered, “But I won’t do that.

The day I am unable to handle more than one woman is the day I die. Do you take me for a feeble old dotard? I’m a true son of Venus and Bacchus! - Caligula

If you understand this…” he said, “I could give the word and have you beheaded right now…” his voice was soft as velvet and incredibly sexy in a macabre way. I shivered. He nibbled on the edge of my ear and whispered, “But I won’t do that.

And her lips: so inviting, bathed in shimmering wet, dark red gloss. They were meant for only two things, kissing and making love to your cock.

The other reason I like your hair down is that I've fantasized about having these silken tresses wrapped around my fist as I'm fucking you

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.

Eliza and Liam were downstairs having a heartfelt deep discussion, each one having found something that had always seemed missing in each other. Throughout multiple discussions they had formed a strong bond that seemed to tie them together. They had an intense emotional and mental connection that was something very rare to find.

She saw each of the men enter the room and look her up and down. One by one their eyes followed her, watching her every move. Suddenly she ripped the covers off the bed and laid down on it, turned and looked back at them longingly, silently communicating with her actions and expectant stare that she was ready.

Papa, you were right. Love did come after security.

I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last.

My words are like a musical instrument, softly & seductively playing under the moonlight as they penetrate the depths of your loins!

I’m transgender” she repeated. “It means I was born with certain male characteristics. One of which I still have.

There's not always one right answer. The only thing I can tell you is everything that goes on back there is consensual. ~Dylan

When people say sex is a filth of society, I say, yes! You're born by enchanting mantras and breaking coconuts!

Orgasms are so much stronger when tempered in the flames of darkened desires and cooled in the waters of emotions.

I have to say, her blonde bob was amazing. The delicate way it hugged her face and neck. The softness of it...

When you get down on your knees in front of me it won’t be out of gratitude. It’ll be because you want to be there.”--Ciaran Ross, Killer Curves

Not shy at all. I just don’t think this is the time or place to remind you how beautiful you looked on your knees in that little curtained alcove, sucking me off and daring me not to make a sound. Ah, see there ya go, shuttering those eyes as if I said something distasteful. You asked, Detective, however if you insist on responding to my memories so harshly I’ll keep them to myself.

First thought? I’d kissed you without knowing for sure that you were gay and it could have blown up in my face. Then, when it didn’t, I thought about kissing you again. After that I just wanted to be the person you could confide in and trust with the all the pain I saw in you.

That’s the past. I have even less power to change it now than I did to stop it then.

Onyx prides itself on its award winning customer service, however some of the staff prefer to pride themselves on their outstanding blow job skills.

Lovemaking takes time!It is a myth for lovemaking to be quick and smooth. To find pleasure in each other, both men and women need to take time to explore each other with their hands; their lips and they need to be open to each other in a mutual, consensual, and non-judgmental style.sure

Most women prefer lovemaking with romance, appreciation, respect, and caring with plenty of foreplay, satisfaction, and afterglow.

I was brought up to think that women were inhibited, but they sure are not with me. I guess I am lucky or there is something about me that makes them feel totally comfortable, open, and expressive. I don’t mind; it feels good and the rest unfolds naturally.

You CAN have your cake and eat it too. Just don't start choking.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears.The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground

The hotness of a sex scene lies in the loins of the beholder.

Punishment? You don’t have any right to punish me. And I can curse. I choose not to most of the time, but don’t think it doesn’t go through my head, asshole. I was trying to give you something. I was trying to give you my body.”“That’s where you fucked up, little girl. I don’t want your body. I want your soul. I want your everything. And I definitely want your orgasms. I want them all. I’ll be a greedy bastard, savoring them and hoarding them all for myself. You wanted to give me your body? I ca

I don’t think I like the idea that you just control me, but you get to do anything you like.”“Ah, but that’s because you don’t understand the power exchange. Note that I used the word exchange. Listen, there are as many different ways to practice BDSM as there are people who practice it. I like to play. I like to know that my lover will turn to me when she needs something. I’ll want to protect you. And I like to give you what you need. It makes me feel good. It makes me feel necessary.

You know, darlin’, on the one hand you’re so damned feisty. And believe me; I like that in a woman. But, on the other…” he said, crossing to her and gently stroking her hair, “…you’re so damned shy.

—except for the fact that your scars mean you’ve been hurting, I am one-hundred-percent cool with having them in the painting. Some models, especially the professional ones, it’s like painting air-brushed people. Give me something raw any day.

I’m going to bury myself so deep inside of you it’ll leave you feeling hollow when I’m not with you. ~Vince

He held me much closer than Carl had. His grip was firm and possessive. It left no doubt in anyone’s mind who I belonged to and that alone sent a thrill through me that I knew was wrong. He imprisoned me in the unwavering chains of his gaze, leaving me powerless to break away while he scrutinized my soul. I wondered what he was looking for.“You came.”The hand on my waist slid over the swell in my spine where it connected to the rise of my backside. His palm flattened against the spot and I was d

I think it’s weird how vanilla people just jump into a bed and fuck and don’t ever relish the moment, don’t talk to each other about what works and what doesn’t. So many people just expect sex to happen, but really great sex takes work, like everything in life. You have to talk to your partner.

That’s real love and real happiness. It’s when you go to sleep every night hoping that you are less happy than your lover it’s hoping that you’ve given everything you could to them so that their day could be just a tiny bit better.

...she knew right away she was entering a new world. One she had never witnessed or played a part in, but from first glance she knew her world and definition on sex was about to change—here at Club Pain, sex and erotica were redefined with BDSM.

You’ll be stronger, Alayna, having explored the part of you that you’ve been afraid to know. I’ll have to stop if you tell me to, so you’ll actually hold the power, but you won’t tell me to stop. You’ll beg me not to, and when you leave here, you’ll believe you’re the gorgeous, sensual being I see in front of me.

I look at sex differently than most people. It’s an exchange, and it should be good for both parties. I don’t want you to spread your legs and let me have you because you want someone to hold you. If you want me to hold you, ask me. I want you to spread your legs because you can’t wait another single second for my cock. I want that pussy ripe and ready and weeping for a big dick to split it wide and have its way. I want your nipples to peak because I walk into a room and you remember every dirty

...you make it sound like this is work. I’m having a hard time thinking about sex as a project to manage.”He barely touched the cheeks of her ass, just a little tickle on her flesh, and her muscles clenched. “Only because you don’t take it seriously.”“I take it very seriously,” she shot back.“No, you take the choice of your partner seriously, but not the sex itself. The sex itself you view as something you have to give up to get to what you really want, and that’s companionship and affection. Yo

I’m happy to see that we’re stopping to eat some dinner, since we didn’t actually eat lunch today. Instead we just argued, I pouted, slapped him, bojo’d him, and then I came like a freight train. I’ve had a very busy day.

At five o'clock Paris always has a current of eroticism in the air.

Men have firm beautiful bodies with cut muscles. But the curves and gentleness of a woman’s body is beyond a words measure with their dazzling rawness it’s impossible to perfect but I crave the need to depict such a fathomless beauty.

All women should feel as Sex Subjects if they want and choose so without fear of repressions, condemnations and put down and without the need to pay them for that.Being freely a sexy and seductive woman is allowed only for few privileged professions: actresses, dancers, models, singers, prostitutes. They all do it for work. You can pay for them being sexy.If a sexy woman is openly adored by a man, the woman remains as a woman, she is not turning into a table, a cup or a bill of money. She is sti

Each of us has a heart, a soul, and feelings. Each of us desires to be wanted, to be appreciated, and to be loved.""Making love is not something you do to someone―it's something you share. Lovemaking between men and women should be mutually pleasurably. Both women and men should be fully and completely satisfied.""If women were totally satisfied with their sexual and lovemaking experiences, women would welcome the lovemaking experience as much as men.

Even in hell, there are rules.

I’d always be watching her. And she knew now that she belonged to me. Every breath she took, every step she made, every smile she faked, I’d always be there, watching her, waiting for her.

How far will you run, before you realize you're not running away from me? You're running to me.

What are you saying?”“I want to try.”He wanted clarification on that. “You want to try what?”There it was, that deep flush. “You know.”Yes, he knew, but he wasn’t going to let her off the hook so easily. She was going to be his. For a brief time, she would belong to him and he would have everything he wanted, and he wanted her to start talking dirty. Yes. He wanted to teach her, to train her to accept pleasure so she would expect it. “No, I don’t know. You’ll have to be plain.”Avery blushed a li

Why do you think there aren’t rules to how sex will work? You didn’t want to talk to me about what you wanted. You pushed me into the room so I wouldn’t turn on the light because you knew damn well I would push back on that, didn’t you?”She stayed where she was. “Yes. I don’t want you to see me. I don’t look like one of those girls in a magazine.”He groaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “Those girls in the magazines are airbrushed and way too thin. The camera adds pounds so those gir

I’m burning in despair Love which you distanced from me Return once again I’ll forgive you againReturn, Page 19

I like my money, and if you mess with it, I fuck with you."I raised my eyebrow. "You want to fuck with Alec?""What? No, that's not what I meant.""But you said you-""I know what I said you smartass,

The deepest show of love is when you surrender your mind, body and soul to me to use as I please, trusting that when I take you to the brink of my self-control, I'll bring you back more whole than before.

Keisha said... I'm going to ride you so hard you might regret seeking shelter here.Gabe replied... IF you don't, I'm gonna need to go back out and throw myself into a snowbank just to cool off

...Because I have a a serious medical condition. Gabe shook his head ruefully. It's called foot-in-mouth disease.

My body is on fire, aching and clawing at me to set it free. It wants to come out to play alright. It wants recess with Ian. He’s everything I’m not, and I love it.

Do you feel that, Brynlee? I should be in top physical shape from the cardio my heart gets. This is what has happened every time I’ve been around you for over two years, and baby, now that I’ve kissed these lips …

I'm gonna take you right here on this table, Scar, so every time you're sitting here working, all you'll be able to think about is coming apart on my mouth.

The guy in your book? I’m that guy,”“I’ve never done any of the stuff in that book,” she said, “But I want to. I’ve wanted to for a while.

Since he couldn't give in to what he really wanted from Kady Dresco, he picked on her and snarked at her and generally gave her grief. And she gave it right back. Sometimes he thought they were engaged in one long round of mental foreplay.

Colton Brooks kissed in an all-consuming way that stole her breath, demanded her surrender, and blocked everything else until the only thing she saw or heard or felt or knew was his lips, his tongue, his hands, his body.Him.

You aren't getting my cock until you come again. I want you to come so hard my whole hand is wet with it.

White undershirt. Dark-framed glasses. Sneak peeks at black boxers. Really? How much more was a girl supposed to be able to take before she either spontaneously combusted or found a shower with a removable showerhead?

If you crack a joke right now I swear I will knee you in the junk.

She couldn’t actually think of a time when Colton Brooks hadn’t owned a little piece of her heart.

Since he couldn't give in to what he really wanted from Kady Dresco, he picked on her and snarked at her and genreally gave her grief. And she gave it right back. Sometimes he thought they were engaged in one long round of mental foreplay.

Do not, she urged her inner vixen, look at the way those blue jeans fit his lean legs. Do not notice how he’s filled out in all the right places.

I'm going to be a fairy.” Sarah announced, studying her file."What a surprise.” Nicole mumbled, closing the door.

When you can cross the highwire without falling off, you are in a state of perfect balance, perfect grace. It is the same with obedience. When you submit, submit totally, you enter that same equilibrium, surrender and grace. This is the meaning of erotic.

I’m not sure sex qualifies as R and R, but it’s a compromise I can live with.

There's a danger and a beauty to the moment which seems out of time. It pierces something deep inside of him, bypassing his rationale, and it touches his very core. In a sudden shock of illumination, and of knowing, he recognizes this woman is his destiny, and their fates are intertwined.

The images start to darken and she feels another hunger well up in her, this one having to do with another kind of desire. The desire to feed, to possess, and the aggressive thrill of a predator capturing and killing its prey as it tears into unspoiled flesh. Its teeth ripping and rending and the satisfying coppery taste of blood. There is the ultimate moment of surrender of drinking away the life essence. The pinnacle of lust which mounts in the very last breath, when the light drains from the

By the time your training is complete, you'll come on command my defiant queen.

Sethian grabbed my trembling hips in a bruising hold and began to thrust up into me almost violently, capturing my lips again in an equally bruising kiss.

My face was burning so hotly that I imagined flames were consuming my cheeks. Yet, somehow I managed a shaky smile and a murmured, “We were interrupted…” His enormous cock slid into my slick passage once again, stretching my delicate tissues to the brink of what I could comfortably handle,

Teaser from the soon to be released: Redemption of Fire; My Demon Master Book 2. (with Reference to the character, Cain, from Dormant Desires, Book 4; CAIN.In the oddest, surreal moment, I look out and see one lone face. It’s Cain, the chimera by curse and not birth. He’s been welcomed into Demon-kind as one of them. Almost a treasured being for all his uniqueness. In all reality, he is the most divine among us. The product of an angel and a Neanderthal. A very son of the first Eve. It is he alo

I bow my head submissively and see that my chest is heaving, already dotted with the telltale flush of sexual arousal.

Rhys shuddered, and I watched his cock twitch.“Play later,” he ground out.Indeed.His mouth found mine, the kiss open and deep, a clash of tongues and teeth. He lay me down on the pillows, and I locked my legs around his back, careful of the wings.Though I stopped caring as he nudged at my entrance. And paused.“Play later,” I snarled into his mouth.Rhys laughed and slid in. And in. And in.

Sculpt my body into what you see in your mind … into what you desire. Paint me with marks, bruises and bites. Please, Damon, do whatever you crave … what you need to keep only wanting me.

Amazing sex stays with you. It soaks into your skin. It floats through your dreams and has you silently smoldering with delicious remembrances for hours after. It has you craving it days later. And it has you aching for it if you don’t get it for awhile.

We fell into each other’s arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of each other as we struggled with worldly constraints like clothing and gravity, seeking to transcend it all in our coming together.

If you put your heart into it, you can write 30 sex scenes and have each one be different, and just as exciting as the one before it.

Erotic attraction often serves as the catalyst for an intimate connection between two people, but it is not a sign of love. Exciting, pleasurable sex can take place between two people who do not even know each other. Yet the vast majority of males in our society are convinced that their erotic longing indicates who they should, and can, love. Led by their penis, seduced by erotic desire, they often end up in relationships with partners with whom they share no common interests of values.