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…

Your ass is mine.

There is a kind of truth in a well-told lie. When we look back, we don’t see things as they were but how we would like them to have been.

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...

The strikes continue ruthlessly. I brace for each blow, numbering it as the heat subsides, and enjoying her tender exploration of my swollen lips in between. The rhythm pulls me through the assault and, all too soon, I acknowledge the tenth strike.

By appealing to his imagination, a pornographic novel brings the reader’s body into play; libertine fiction appeals only to his mind. The goal of the former is erotic pleasure, or rather the desire to experience erotic pleasure, which the pornographic novel, obviously, cannot satisfy by itself. It is in this regard merely an intermediary, a...

I’m sure you can manage from here”, and without a further word, he walked out of her room, then let himself out of her flat.

The first time she saw Jag Silvertree she was watering the garden, and her clematis got soaked as she dreamt of melting into his face. The second time she saw Jag she knew she would never feel his angular jaw against her thighs. For Jag Silvertree carried around with him a hurt that she figured...

No, kitten, when it comes to sex, I don’t have a polite bone in my body.

I want to discover every hidden secret of your body and a thousand ways to make you scream my name.

So many choices and temptations tonight. – Emma

Mae West had it right—try anything once, do it again if you like it.

…he called me whore, slut, bitch…all the beautiful ugly words that secretly thrilled me.

I don’t think about that day the crazy lady tried to shoot Abby but got you instead. It was an awful day. When it does cross my mind, I turn it around and think about something nice, like Abby’s pussy. I just take a deep breath and picture it in my mind. It’s my happy...

He paused, giving her a sweet smile of understanding. “You don’t have to start with the crown jewels, you know. You could start with my lips then work your way down.

Mandy’s chest heaved more with each breath as he transitioned from a kiss into a long, slow, gentle suck. She could feel her nipples harden as the sensations of pleasure coursed from her breasts throughout her entire body. This wasn’t the same as when she nursed the baby it was like the difference between having...

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...

Every gesture was one of disorder and violence, as if a lioness had come into the room.

Compressing her lips together, she gave Mark a baleful glance, eyes flashing pure malice. If he wanted his lips anywhere near hers he’d better be prepared to do battle.‘Now that’s what I’m talking about,’ said Mark, as the corner of his lip began to twitch in amusement.

Well this wasn’t Vegas, and this wasn’t Disneyland, this was ‘Erotica- The Theme Park – featuring Femdom World, Slave World, Bondage World, Spanking World – and so much more!’ -according to the brochure Jillian and Rebecca handed me with great fanfare the next day.-This is a beautiful brochure, I said – very–Glossy , said Rebecca.-Right,...

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...

I’m not likely to forget someone slapping my butt with a big piece of wood.

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?

I decided to masturbate with shampoo instead of conditioner today. Because yolo. Things Jesus never said.

With each impact you tell me that my body belongs to you; that I amyours to use, yours to punish and yours to screw. Your words are almost aspowerful as your hand. They leave me feeling breathless and desperate foryour cock. You are working me into the usual frenzy of slutty desire thatwe have both...

Among my greatest loves is the act of being pinned and invaded – not by one, or two or three, but by many, one after the other. What it is to lose yourself among many, so that your identity exists only as ‘woman’: a goddess of flesh and desire. No names, no promises, no social...

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?

She loved the fact he was older than her and more experienced, he had so much to teach her and she couldn’t wait to learn.

My head drops back and I have a fleeting out-of-body moment where I see myself in the window, my hands tied above my head with my legs wrapped around the neck of Chris Merit, while he does delicious things to my body.

I want some. Can we have him?

Shy, I can’t be fixed. We won’t ride off into the sunset. There will be no happy ending.

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.

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

I’m going to teach you how to fuck your husband

I push back against him, meeting his forceful pounds with my eager pu*sy. Riding the razors edge of climactic heaven.

I feel a deep sense of responsibility when I awaken a submissive. I know the imposters who prowl hoping to pounce on the untried.

I called your name every damn time.

And I’m trying to stay strong. I really, really am. But he smells so damn good, and his lips are just right there… all soft and inviting, and all I can think about is having them on my body.

I want that little blonde bitch in the lobby to hear me screaming your name.

Jonathan Drazen,” I said, squeezing his hand. “You’re a manipulative bastard, a brazen liar, and a sadist. You’ve brought me to my knees. You’ve dominated me. You’ve told me who I am and then challenged me to be it. If you made me strong enough to stand up to the world, let me stand by...

He was the kind of man I wanted: wild, hot, horny, and losing control. And it all pointed back to me, about how much I felt in control of him, with the power of my body.

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’m never going to let you go again.

I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.

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.

Katya, snap your mouth shut, close the door, and have a seat,” Dexter commands and I listen.

Is there anything else I can do to help you enjoy your stay?” he probes, raising one dark eyebrow ever so slightly…

She had no idea how long they kissed—and kissed—but she didn’t think about stopping until she ran out of air. Breathing hard, she slowly opened her eyes and stared directly into his.They’d heated. Darkened. And something else. He wasn’t looking so relaxed now. In fact, he was looking the opposite of relaxed. He looked…feral.And she...

But in my growth and development, I knew I wanted more. And more. Oh, God. So much more. It’s what being human is all about.

I live by never saying what if?…