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…

He was lickable sex.

You’re not going to sniff my ass, are you? Like a dog?

In my early teens, I heard about Naked Lunch and its mutating typewriters and talking cockroaches. While I would hardly classify its dystopic vision as erotica now, at the time, Naked Lunch was my first foray into consuming smut. It was because of Burroughs that I knew about the particular musk that blooms when a...

You’re an assignment, not an assignation. Soon as I get your pretty boy ass through the Wilderness and deliver you to the Outpost, you’re no more than a stain to spit-shine off my boots.

So damn pigheaded. I’ve studied you, not to report you, Caspar, but because I want a relationship with you.

Shock? More like shellshock at this point. Blondie knew I was gay, yet he was a Company Exec or else he wouldn’t be here. I was his butt boy in the worst possible way.When I squinted at him, he gave nothing up. Neither did I. I had shit on this newly minted man too.Double fucking...

My latest battle had nothing to do with The Company, the rebels, or any other faction. It was out-and-out warfare between my head and my heart. Keeping it cool during daylight, versus nighttime, when I unleashed my passion for him. … Turned out the Wilderness was a lot more hostile than 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...

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

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.

Don’t you dare touch yourself today. I want your orgasm and I plan on getting it later.

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?

You know what I want? I just want you to be open to the fact that I am a woman. I’ve got emotions. I’ve got expectations. I cry. I laugh. And I was drawn to you because, first, you are a handsome man. But, secondly, after spending the time that we’ve spent, I just have...

You know, in everyone’s life you go through just trying to learn what one times one is—one times one equals one.

Feed the beast, ladies, and it’ll come to you every time it’s hungry. Make your man feel like he’s the biggest, baddest motherfucker on earth, inside and outside of the bedroom, and he’ll adore you

Don’t wear anything under this. I want to be on that stage, looking down at you, and knowing that you’re bare underneath. Knowing that I could walk up behind you if I wanted and within just a matter of seconds, be lodged deep inside you.

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

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

Pandora’s Box could not be unopened, no one could return to Eden.

You are something different – something some people find strange and fearful – but what you are is as natural as being male or female.

The things she could do with her mouth would blow any man off course.

My eyes refuse to let him leave, but he stands still holding my hand, lingering for as long as possible.

When I touched her body,I believed she was God.In the curves of her formI found the birth of Man,the creation of the world,and the origin of all life.

THE PLAQUE read HARVEY GOULD, P I. It was the middle of the day, but the blinds were closed. Inside a desktop sat flanked by three non-matching chairs, a creased, leather sofa and a bookcase full of fiction.A middle-aged man lay back with a pair of briefs hanging around his ankles. A gorgeous, young lady...

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

As I finished my rice, I sketched out the plot of a pornographic adventure film called The Massage Room. Sirien, a young girl from northern Thailand, falls hopelessly in love with Bob, an American student who winds up in the massage parlor by accident, dragged there by his buddies after a fatefully boozy evening. Bob...

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?

Struggle all you like, you’re not going anywhere.

Sir, don’t make a bigger fool out of yourself because I promise you, if my car is not here when I leave service today . . . just pray for rapture.

Panties are a privilege, not a right.

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 off—and they can indicate that they wish me to stop at any time. I do like the power I get...

Oh honey, you’re the man I call when I need a ride.

Nothing is ‘wrong’ with me, Dan. What’s wrong with you? she said in the same eerily quiet voice, dark eyes fixated on Dan, as she breathed heavily.

Join us. Play the game. It will bring you an untold number of rewards and you will finally have some direction and purpose in your lives. Take control of yourselves and those around you. Bend them to your will and all worldly pleasures will be yours…

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

Make no mistake, I will romance you, Kane Dalton, just not now. Right now I need to fuck you.Fuck you hard, and soft, and then do it all over again.” Avery ran his nose over Kane’s ear and back into his hair, breathing him in as if Kane were his only life source. “Take off...

We’re gay, we’re in love, and we’re married. It’s not wrong. We’re not wrong!” – Avery Adams

Listen, I’m bossy. I can’t help it. It’s who I am and what I do. I’m pushy and I like to take over. But I’m going to work really hard not to do so much and your going to try and accept me the way I am. Flaws and all. Because I’m good in bed...

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.

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?

Like most cities, London could be a lonely place…

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.

I am not a f**king pleasure girl, damn you! I’m an officer!

Eat shit and die, sir.

Constance is lying naked on her bed – naked except for five bracelets, two necklaces and an anklet (she never her wears rings if sex is in the air). One lithe arm is curled around her purple halo of hair while the other lies dormant on her taut belly (it will be three years before...

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.

Erotic fiction is written for a class. To understand and enjoy it, either you should have the class or the classy open mind.

He tastes of white wine and apple pie and Christian. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me while our tongues explore and curl and twist around each other, my blood heating in my veins.We’re breathless when Christian pulls away.

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 said, Please Again.This time I stood squarely in front of him. He was sitting on the beautiful new over stuffed...