erotica

I_ I can__. I wish I were a little bolder.___hat for?_ the Hatter asked. __eing a small rock wouldn__ be much fun.

Someday my prince will come,_ she lamented softly, __oo fast.

Squeezing her eyes shut, hating every moment, the put a single finger in and moved it around.__here__ nothing,_ she lamented.__o deeper.__lice did.__eeper.___here__ nothing,_ she yelled, pulling out her hand in anger and humiliation.__f course there is nothing,_ the Hatter said. __ho ever heard of such a ridiculous thing?___o why did you make me do it?_ Alice demanded.__ecause it was really hot,_ he answered.

I warned you I like to play games.

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

It felt like he__ been dragged through the nine circles of hell _ by his testicles.

Look at the huge success of Fifty Shades of Grey. The girl in the book lets a rich guy beat her and ritually rape her, and she likes it! She finds it erotic! But imagine if Christian Grey wasn't a billionaire. Imagine if he lived in a dirty old trailer down by the river. Then that story wouldn't be a sexy romance novel, but an episode of CSI.

She felt the cold blast from the sterile air conditioning on her bare arms and thighs, as she ambled down the center of the shopping complex's ground floor.The scene was a swirl of candy bright lights--the Victoria's Secret fuchsia signboard, signboards which lured one to purchase "confidence," or "sexual appeal," or whatever it was that was being advertised--the fluorescent lights in each store, contrasting with the shiny, black-tiled walls and eye-catching speckled marble tiles on the ground.One could lick the floor--the tiles were spotless, clean like the fake air she was breathing in, like the atoms and cells in her that were decaying in stale neglect.

She wore her pain like lingerie, only who loved her enough, got to see it.

To make love is to give birth to death.

When it happens and it hits hard, we decide certain things, and realize there's truth in all those dark, lonely days" He had an instantaneous look about him,a glimmer and a glint over those eyes,he knew how the world worked,and took pleasure in its wickedness.He would give a dime or two to those sitting on the street,he would tell them things like:"It won't get any better,"and"Might as well use this to buy your next fix,"and finally"It's better to die high than to live sober,"His suit was pressed nicely, with care and respect,like the kind a corpse wears,he'd say that was his way of honoring the dead,of always being ready for the oncoming train,I liked him,he never wore a fake smileand he was always ready to tell a story about how andwhen"We all wake up alone," he said once,"Oftentimes even when sleeping next to someone, we wake up before them and they are still asleep and suddenly we are awake, and alone."I didn't see him for a few days,a few days later it felt like it'd been weeks,those weeks drifted apart from one another,like leaves on a pond's surface,and became like months.And then I saw him and I asked him where he'd been,he said,"I woke up alone one day, just like any other, and I decided I didn't like it anymore.

Word porn is the best porn when the imagination is well endowed.

Just because the book has sex in it doesn__ mean women are only reading it for the sexy bits.

I felt like an animal, and animals don__ know sin, do they?

A sex worker deserves a billion times more respect, than the mystical fraudsters of the society, such as astrologers, psychics and tarot card readers.

A little vanilla never hurt anybody._ He nipped her ankle. __reat shoes by the way. Sexy as hell.

Perfect,_ he groaned. __ou are perfect._ He sank his teeth into her ass, hard, drawing blood. __nd now you wear my mark,_ he finished proudly. __our ass is mine.

Of course it hurts, it__ a spanking. How else would it work?