erotica

Hey, you__e not supposed to find our magnificent organs amusing.

Damn, her voice was awfully sexy for being a tree. Coop wasn__ sure he was comfortable with that thought. Probably a good time to head out, before he started trying to hump a knothole or something.

I__ do you both in heartbeat and come back for seconds.

His music was an outlet of that romantic energy and sensitivity.

Your lips are so soft and girly. I really must know what you use on them.

You smell wonderful,_ he told her. __o aroused._ __hat's the bug spray,_ she said.

Sir, don__ 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.

Choose your tempo,_ he whispered in her ear. __hat?_ __ast and hard or slow and easy. Your tempo, your choice. You get to direct this symphony.

-Now the paperwork _ -What if I don__ want to do the Ultimate, right away? Maybe I want to ease into this thing gently.-No you don__.-I might. I might just want to ease into the activity, the idea of it.-it__l be fine, said Rebecca.-you will be fine, and no regrets, honestly. Jillian took me over to the desk.-No possible regrets, said Rebecca, just sign this, she handed me a sheaf of forms.-Jesus I don__ want to buy the place, I scanned the pages _ 45 pages.-just fill in page 25 through28 and sign.-Pages 25 through 28, what is this?Rebecca took the pages of forms from my hand _ look its simple stuff, here we__l read it through. Jillian looked over her shoulder at the pages-weight?-what?- Say 110, Jillian said.-Height?-5_ 8__, Jillian again.-Hair length?-What? Why?-Long, Jillian again.-Cup size?- O come on.- say C-how about say nothing, I was getting angry-Shaved or bikini or natural?-Fuck offRebecca ticked a box anyway _ well she was at the waxing too. Why ask in fact?-Last menstrual cycle?- enough, enough, give me those papers-Yes ignore that, said Rebecca taking the pages away from my grasping hand-Tested? she said this to Jillian-Tested? What tested? What do you mean tested?-Yes, said Jillian, I forwarded a blood sample from the main island-You what!-You were sleeping.-Great now sign here, Rebecca handed me a page and a pen-Who has blood samples for a theme park?-Everyone-especially the staff, can__ have mi__ady getting STDsI took a breath-This is getting a bit weird guys are you sure? I mean, well this is a bit, weird.-We__e 100 and a million per cent sure, said Jillian- 100 million per cent, said Rebecca

I want us horizontal with a whole lot of naked, now.

When people say, __ut what is acceptable in erotica?_ I sometimes answer them by saying: there are certain taboos and limits in writing about sex as a positive, enjoyable, blissful, exciting activity. There are no taboos and limits whatsoever to describing the same sexual activities if they are traumatic, horrible, full of suffering and disgust. You can describe anything.

I want to glide in a world of beauty,_ I said. __o be carried away into a world of luxurious things.

My eyes glue to him in fascination as he cleans his flogger. He__ shirtless since the room is above comfortable temperature. I watch as a drop of sweat creates a path down his back, gliding around all those perfect striated muscles. The drop disappears beneath his low-slung, leather pants. A shiver rocks my body at the thought of it sliding down the crack of his bitable ass.__atya, snap your mouth shut, close the door, and have a seat,_ Dexter commands and I listen.

The girl was eighty percent kitten and twenty percent lioness, and he considered it his mission to make her roar.

Her body was designed for pleasure, not speed, and Coop intended to take his time with it.

No. No, you're not like him," she spat. "You're your very own brand of fucked up, Lucien.

Always games, baby. But the rules are ours to break.' Julian Harte

I had to have her, and I did. She got on her knees when I told her to. She slipped easily into play and out again, becoming her witty, intelligent self seamlessly. She wasn't intimidated by me. She teased and challenged me. She kissed like she meant it, and from the very first night, she enjoyed fucking without reservation or shame. Monica was, in a word, perfect.