erotic-fiction

...I know that if you ask me to jump I will say how high. So I will stay away from you and hope that you never ever say jump.

Nolan,_ she said. _____ Scared. Say it. Tell him the truth. But her mouth remained still against his. She couldn__ tell him how badly she wanted to pull him close, because then she may not let go. She couldn__ tell him how terrified she was that she__ get lost again to another man. He cupped her face, silently coaxing her to finish her sentence. __ou__e what, love?__er eyes met his. ____ broken.

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 he didn__ speak, nor once look back at me.

...[A]s much as she burned to come, she wanted Olive to know without a doubt that this__hat they__ere about more than sex. She whispered, __n that note, I haven__ 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. __s much as I appreciate that, right now you__e all I want to eat...Kate groaned at the sensation of yet more wetness seeping from her body, drawn out by Olive__ blunt language and the slight pain of having her hair pulled. She ducked out of Olive__ grip, shooting her a mock dirty look. __eep doing that and you__l really have a mess to contend with._ __romise?_ Olive__ eyes flashed with pure, sinful mischief. __ow will you please sit on my face already?

They wanted her. They all loved her. And they wanted to keep her.

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

I moaned then, tilting my head back to give him better access. His hands clamped on my waist, then moved__ne going to cup my rear, the other sliding between us.This__his moment, when it was him and me and nothing between our bodies _His tongue scraped the roof of my mouth as he dragged a finger down the center of me, and I gasped, my back arching. __eyre,_ he said against my lips, my name like a prayer more devout than any Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron on that dark solstice morning.His tongue swept my mouth again, in time to the finger that he slipped inside of me. My hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of him, and his growl reverberated in my chest as he added another finger.I moved on him. Lightning lashed through my veins, and my focus narrowed to his fingers, his mouth, his body on mine. His palm pushed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and I groaned his name as I shattered

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

Do you think he'll be alright?"she said, looking at the injured stallion... He felt comforted that she'd chosen to sit out here with him in the cold stables... When he was younger he thought he'd known what it was to feel passion. But what he was experiencing now, sitting close to her on a hale bay, there was simply no comparison.

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__t'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.

We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling together like rain.

Nothing stayed, nothing ever changed. But love, only love, that was the true part of the story, no matter what the beginning, middle or end.

She was a predator - a creature of the night who rejoiced in the thrill of the hunt.

Dear Time,You're so beautiful when You stand still.