If you roll a pearl around your mouth it slowly reveals the dreams of oysters, memories of the sea, the taste of orgasm.
Books have a life. They breathe. When you write a book, it grows and changes. You learn from your characters after you create them. They come from you and you become them.
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…
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...
And I’m not making the call so you’ll suck my dick. So, now that we’ve cleared that up, can you get on with it?
You want to be a marine; you need to learn how to fuck like one.
—Aaron B. Powell
The doubts, strong as they were, were rousing more than hesitation. Her eyes drifted closed, fingertips sliding over the silk and lace panties she wore.Larry could never know how many times they’d been pulled aside...
…they smile, too.
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.
Edna restored the toffee to the centre of her tongue and sucking pleasurably, resumed her typing of Naked Love by Armand Levine. Its painstaking eroticism left her uninterested–as indeed it did most of Mr. Levine’s...
I’m the one who makes the rules so you have to do what you’re told.
I walked around him, champagne in hand. Great feeling.-Give me a flash, he said – just a little quick… I flashed opened the coat as I strolled by. He exhaled with a sigh- O, he...
If you want mine: anyone using the missionary position twice in a row should serve time.
They wanted her. They all loved her. And they wanted to keep her.
I was going to make him forget, too. He would forget every woman who came before me, every moment that I wasn’t a part of, every dream he had that didn’t include me. Starting now.
As though you read my mind, you steady my headbetween your hands and eye me intensely. Then yourmouth is on mine, hungry and aggressive. Your teethskim my lips, claiming me and I feel your tongue...
They can lick you, darling. They can stroke you and suck you and pet you, but they can’t have you. The only question now is how many times I’m gonna watch you come before I...
He headed for the stairs, pulling me along behind him. He was forceful, yet took the steps at a slow pace so I did not stumble. It was an overwhelming experience, heightened by the fact...
Chase grabbed Joey’s neck and hauled him into a kiss. Oh shit. Not again. It didn’t matter how many times it had been wrong, he still wanted to believe it. Wanted to believe it when...
In the V-shaped opening of her crape bodice Mlle. Vinteuil felt the sting of her friend’s sudden kiss;…
Drink from the fountain of love where every drop is eternal passion.
Got the itch? – Jared
That’s the bug spray,” she said.
First, I’m not pestering you. I’m trying to make it clear that I want to fuck you into oblivion. Second, there is no other woman that I’m interested in. Clear enough for you?
It’s just a little guy-liner,
Everything that I did, I thought of him. He had consumed me. He has crawled inside of me and become part of me, part of my day-to-day life. Even when he is not in my...
You could have fucked me ’til your uncut, overexposed on the blogs, ‘too ginormous for my snatch’ pecker fell off. And I’d still no way never ever in a thousand years sell, loan, sample you...
Don’t you kitten?
I haven’t given nearly enough of them but I’d like to practice.
That’s how many times you’re coming before sunrise…
You know, there’s no pleasure like the joy of being a sexual woman. You can take your careers, your money, your houses and possessions, and you go and throw them in a lake. Because life...
I love you. That is the beginning, that is the end. That is everything.
As I circled the room like a lion about to pounce, another animal, bordering on domestic fucking cat stepped behind Tyler and grabbed her by the waist for a dance. I thought she was going...
You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!
But you don’t fuck me cold-heartedly,’ she protested.’I don’t want to fuck you at all.’Lady Chatterly’s Lover
Woman with known intentintending to exploreWoman with her senses on the edgeedging for some more…”From my poem, “Known Intent” – The Poetic Art of Seduction – Volume 1©Clarissa O. Clemens
All I can feel is your cock inside me, as it slides slowly in and then outof me. You are powerful and imposing as you begin to pick up the pace.You have become the centre...
In various states of undress, those about her joined in her fondling, lowering their mouths not only to her nipples but to her arms and legs, so that each limb was held captive about the...
Deseo a Cash con una intensidad casi enfermiza, aunque a un nivel físico; es guapo y encantador, lo que lo hace todavía más peligroso. A Nash lo anhelo con la misma fuerza; la diferencia estriba...
The Professor is coming…
I suppose it’s not a social norm, and not a manly thing to do — to feel, discuss feelings. So that’s what I’m giving the finger to. Social norms and stuff…what good are social norms,...
The only ride I’m interested in is on you, cowboy, but I’m sure all the women say that.
I participate in BDSM, but I wasn’t abused as a child. I don’t hate women, or particularly enjoy hurting women. Sometimes I make them feel pain, but it’s consensual, it serves a purpose—to get them...
If I could go back and do one thing differently that first night, I would taste your virgin pussy before I fucked you. I bet it would have been extra sweet.
Are you looking for a woman?
Shit, it’s even getting me a little hot. Beside Shayla, Lacey is trying to suck the plastic off her rent-a-dick.
Oh, doctor. I think I’m sick I need some penis-cilin.” I fake cough again into my hand.
Do not shy away from the sensations I create, Cherry Blossom. Take pride in them, as I do.
Perhaps, he thought, his Master would only amuse himself with the little pain slut for a little while and then give her back to his faithful servant as an eternal plaything. The ghost chuckled at...
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