erotica

So hot and tight. You__e going to be a screamer. You__e already fighting to keep quiet, and I__e barely started._ His low, hoarse voice sent shivers down her back.

Erotic fiction is written for a class. To understand and enjoy it, either you should have the class or the classy open mind.

I gathered poets around me and we all wrote beautiful erotica. As we were condemned to focus only on sensuality, we had violent explosions of poetry. Writing erotica became a road to sainthood rather than to debauchery.

ripped. I got a glance at his abs when he picked up the woman__ things. _ Yeah, I looked up his shirt. What of it? Plenty of men have looked up my skirt. Consider it karma.~Julia

As though you read my mind, you steady my headbetween your hands and eye me intensely. Then yourmouth is on mine, hungry and aggressive. Your teethskim my lips, claiming me and I feel your tongue probinginside of my mouth. The kiss ends as dramatically as itbegan, leaving me reeling and wanting more.

Can I tell you a dirty secret?_ __es,_ she gasped. __ust hurry._ Derek__ dark laughter increased her arousal, coating her in slick heat. Achingly slow, he sunk two thick fingers inside her. __f I could go back and do one thing differently that first night, I would taste your virgin pussy before I fucked you. I bet it would have been extra sweet.

Why fantasize about what you already experience? I go to the written word for places and faces that I don't get at home. Hot people in hot climates. Sex acts I can hardly imagine. Porn is about the unachievable ... and, therefore, the inherently desirable.

Goldie hadn't tried all three beds, she thought, but she__ certainly tried all three brothers.

When people say sex is a filth of society, I say, yes! You're born by enchanting mantras and breaking coconuts!

Gravity is a myth. In reality the earth sucks.

Jonathan Drazen," I said, squeezing his hand. "You're a manipulative bastard, a brazen liar, and a sadist. You've brought me to my knees. You've dominated me. You've told me who I am and then challenged me to be it. If you made me strong enough to stand up to the world, let me stand by you. If you completed the woman I am, let me be that woman in your honor. Every part of my body is dedicated to you. Every note I sing. Every breath in my lungs. My pleasure and pain. Take me. Let me serve you. Let me be yours.

He breathed a deep ahh and said, __here did you learn to do that?___os Angeles High School of Performing Arts,_ I said. __hey taught me how to open my throat to sing. Then Kevin Wainwright taught me how to put his dick down it.__e laughed. ____ like to thank LA Unified and Kevin Whatever for this moment.

There's not always one right answer. The only thing I can tell you is everything that goes on back there is consensual. ~Dylan

Oh, fucking fuckery,

I will erase every memory of every man you have ever been with, good and bad.

You call the police if your car gets stolen. You don__ call them for anything that matters.

You love the lifestyle you live, and instead of licking your wounds and moving on, you__ rather fix your broken marriage. And I__ here to help you._ __ut how?_ A slow, sardonic smile unfurls across my face. ____ going to teach you how to fuck your husband

He stands, loosening his black tie and stripping off his white shirt, dropping the latter just in front of my face. The appetizing smell of him reaches my face in a goading wave. As he walks around my body to the bed, he slaps my ass, making me turn and yelp.