When you__e honest, what compares with the gorgeous thrill of sex? What brings you the same sense of wonder, pleasure, and fulfilment? I can__ think of anything as good.
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You know, there__ 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 is really all about sex. That__ what I keep learning, again and again. It__ the most important thing, woven into the very centre of life. And I just know I was put on this earth to be a sexual woman, and to explore as much about sex as I can.
I want you to fuck me, Chris,_ I said, lustfully whispering the words into his ear as he planted kisses on my neck. His lips were wild and yearning, eagerly devouring me.
I__ love to be tried out,_ I said, with a suggestive smile. __ne should always explore something, before one goes in deeper.__ saw a little flicker of fun in his eyes.
I love being aroused. I love how that feeling overcomes me, as I look at a man__ erect cock, as I feel his hands ripping my clothes from my body, as the air caresses my naked skin, and how I feel like I__ blossoming like a flower.
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.I felt so in control of him; it was dizzying, and intoxicating.
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 through the thin blue material at him, like little calling signs of how horny and ready for sex I was. The best advertisement of all: erect nipples!
He closed the door behind us, and led me through to the back of the shop. __f you don__ mind, you can get changed in the stock cupboard,_ he said. __e__e not posh enough here to have staff changing rooms, but you__l soon get used to it.___h, don__ worry, Chris,_ I said warmly. ____ used to getting my clothes off in unusual places.
He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn__ be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real reason he had given them to me: so he could look furtively at me, as I bent over.That idea turned me on. I welcomed it, and decided to give him a good look at what he wanted.
Resting my head on the high-backed chair, I silently marvel at emotion so strong itcan quite literally chase away all reason and good sense. It is something I have neverexperienced. I pity Frances for being victim to such devastating passions. But, if I amhonest, a small part of me envies her, for she possesses something that I should: desirefor my husband. Moreover, she knows what it is to feel alive.
I believe eros dwells in our innermost being as the spirit of creative expression. To me, eros is a great path that we must walk, a song we listen to, a game that we hunt and enjoy, a lesson to learn, a garden where flowers bloom, a prodigious puzzle to solve, a book to read, a chapter to write, and an ocean to swim in. That__ what eros is to me.
Imagine how wild a night like this could be if you enjoyed the time spent and enjoyed the mind of the person beneath your sheets?
He was the piece of paper she would set on fire.
Shy, all those things you listed don__ make a person. They don__. I mean it. You__e beautiful, both inside and outside, but please don__ look at me to validate that. You have to know it for yourself. -Taylor Holden, Strapped.
Most of the books of erotic poetry available today are either too old or are big anthologies covering the same poets and poems. There is a lack of new and original work. Most of us have read something from Ovid, Sappho, Shakespeare, the ancient Greeks, the Romans, or from the Kama Sutra. But love is a theme that should be celebrated with freshness.
He didn't want just one morning with her, just one dawn breaking across the horizon. He wanted every dawn forever, every night, and the hours in between.
Next to God, Family is the best thing.
Cockroaches, Ari. Humans are like cockroaches._ Crag nodded his head, his eyes twinkling.