You are everything I have in this world Gracie

It felt like he’d been dragged through the nine circles of hell — by his testicles.

The slick concrete reflected the facades of the work weary – grey, cracked and old,but more importantly, trodden upon.

You love that, don’t you?” I growled. “Being hammered by my cock… you must think you’re in… fucking… heaven.”Punctuation by cock thrust – the very best kind.

A hard man is nice to find

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.

A fan is like the thighs of a woman: It opens and closes. A good fan opens with a flick of the wrist. It produces its own weather—a breeze not so strong as to muss...

The word ‘teach’ suddenly conveys a sense of menace that is foreign to me.

People could call them ‘Jacks’ for short.” Nicole added to the conversation.

Writing Vampire Erotica is like writing sex scenes for porcupines.

I stood in front of him, frustratedly imagining his naked muscular chest, and wanting his hot cock to spear me. My nipples were aroused, feeling as hard and long as coat hooks. They prodded fiercely...

I love your lips when they’re wet with wine and red with wicked desire

I think I could get used to you,” I say, looking down into his beautiful brown eyes, deep like the color of autumn. (From “Undone, The Romance of Nick and Layla [Part 5”]).

And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?

a man who uses a woman for his own sexual gratification, but belittles her into thinking she is no good in bed, is not a dominant personality, but a submissive one.

In the past I was a vicious hunter. I would stalk my prey with pinpoint accuracy. Ever since Monica came into my life I’ve abstained from the game. It almost feels strange to stand here...

Come over here and taste me,” he says, his voice little but a seductive whisper.

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...

Reality runs the risk of spoiling things, don’t you think? The fantasy is often better. That’s where the soul is fulfilled. Reality struggles to fulfil the soul, that’s why we’re often so unhappy. But fantasy...

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.

I love you more than life itself.” Curling his fingers into his fist, he pressed it against his chest. So, I will surely see you soon…and then, my love, we shall be together in our...

You should be cuddling with her. I can’t believe I just said that. Cuddling makes me want to vomit a little, but apparently women like it.

I’m glad I found you,” Kane said quietly, stepping back as Avery stood.”I think it was more like me finding you, handsome.” For Kane, the sentimental memories were so strong; all he could do was...

Nope the boy next door is too much like the one whose nose I just tried to break; you can be the sexy stranger.

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

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.

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...

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

Put four fingers back in baby, please.

My very core clenches and spasms, my hips with a mind of their own, lurch. It is as if I no longer have control of any part of my body. ‘Ugh,’ I continue to groan...

Only I was capable of saving her now, and that, as far as anyone could argue, may have made me worse than all the devils and the demons, but it also, more accurately, made me...

I had a feeling that Pandora’s box contained the mysteries of woman’s sensuality, so different from a man’s and for which man’s language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented....

Through the darkness of night, Light will lead the way.

Once I had a wild fling on an otherwise boring weekend holiday in Edinburgh, with a guy I met who turned out to be a psychiatrist. He agreed with me, after hours and hours of...

Just that one word—sound—sent a strong answering pulse through her body. His tongue curled around syllables that weren’t there, like a promise. This is what you’ll get, if you just let me hear.

Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs.

That was an accident.” His tan, sinewy hand touched my wrist then delicately ran down my bones to my elbow. I flinched, but didn’t feel any pain.

When you remove love from sex you enter a mansion with many rooms shaded in nuance and excess, an invitation to peel away all conventions and programming. A chance to explore your hidden self. You...

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...

Respect me how Jenna? By choosing not to spend anytime with me? By not even bothering to let me knowwhere you are? By rolling in when you feel like it? Wellthen… I think we need...

With tears of gratitude, I told him I had never had multiple orgasms before. From that moment on, I owned him.

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

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...

Fucking hell,” he whispered, closing his eyes. The pain in his face mirrored the deep ache in her bones. He lifted her hand to his mouth and traced his lips slowly across her palm. With...

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

I know you’re meant for me. I know you’re the other half of my soul. We are meant to be together. – Avery Adams

We were in a state of suspended animation: Oblivious to the world around us, time seemingly standing still, and our perceptions focused only on a couple specific parts of our anatomy. In fact, only one...

You’re an addiction…my obsession…

By the time I’m through sweeping you off your feet, you will be bursting at the seams, begging me to fuck you, never wanting another man inside you again.

Be confident in who you are, Cherry Blossom. Confidence and an understanding of who you are is an alluring combination men won’t be able to resist.