erotica

Be a gentleman, and do it gently.

Arch your back, Alisa _ show me that gorgeous ass. Show me what belongs to me.__our voice is enthralling; an intoxicating sound of pleasure andauthority. I obey willingly, closing my eyes as I do so. I want you to useme. I need you to take what belongs to you. I spread my legs even furtherapart, using the wall to keep me in place and push my glistening pussy outtowards you.

I__ going to fuck you slow at first and then hard._ __ryce Van Der Linden (Exposed, Unbearable Passion, #3)

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.

Come over here and taste me,_ he says, his voice little but a seductive whisper.

Ghost shook his head as he sat on the very edge of the bed, poised to take flight if need be. The spiral under his hair felt warm, almost painful, but he resisted the urge to rub it. It never helped when he did, and he was not sure what Gerry would do if the man saw it. The Witch had a symbol she called a triskele, the ink a vivid scarlet still, but no male that had ever come for healing bore a mark like hers, or like his. He had never found the words to ask the Witch about it, about why he was marked like a witch.

There`s always a glamour of pain even in pleasure.

It seemed some pulp-novel version of a European hub, equal parts Renaissance-age Florence and modern day Paris with a heavy helping of Las Vegas and New York__t least, that was the way she thought of it. It was so far beyond description and unrelatable to any other place that she grasped desperately at straws trying to puzzle out how she'd tell the tale she'd no doubt live tonight.

She began stroking my ankles. I considered kicking her in the cunt.

Abby stood nervously before her Master in the classic submissive pose: fully nude, legs apart, wrists placed behind her back; deeply ashamed of her evident arousal. Worse, she had to recount in exact detail the proceedings of her last whipping. The whipping had been severe; as was the case with most of the clients she was commissioned to serve. Most of these clients were men, some were women, on occasion a couple, or even a group. Nevertheless her body reacted like that of a wanton whore as she retold of the sadistic punishments and extreme sexual use inflicted upon her body.How far would her Master push her with these __ests_? How far would Abigail go? How many times could she stand before him blushing; yet with that unmistakable tingle? Their relationship was surely headed for a collision course. Or was it?

I could entice you with words,_ he said. __omeday, I want to touch you only with my voice and tease you only with my words. I want to watch as you quiver with longing, as your body goes soft and slick. I want to watch the fire build inside you, and I want to make you explode before I even brush a finger over your skin.

Just because everyone CAN publish a book these days, doesn't mean everyone SHOULD. The world doesn't need 1000 knock-offs of 50 Shades of Grey. I'm not so sure the world even needed ONE 50 Shades of Grey.

Let me go!_ I screamed, but it was a wasted effort. Dean was determined to hold me. Determined never to lose his grip.____ never going to let you go again.

I've told you so many times how much I love you. Please remember that every single day for the rest of your life. You are my everything, you hold my heart and carry my soul. You made my life better. My only regret was not meeting you sooner, so we could have had more time together in this life. - Avery Adams

The day I am unable to handle more than one woman is the day I die. Do you take me for a feeble old dotard? I__ a true son of Venus and Bacchus! - Caligula

Are you delusional Sonya? Your Robert may not seem to be going through a crisis because he's secretly banging his secretary or whatever other bitch wants to give up that pussy. Don't let him fool you. He's not complaining about you not giving it up because he's getting sniz on the reg

Poker is war. People pretend it is a game."~Doyle Brunson

By appealing to his imagination, a pornographic novel brings the reader__ body into play; libertine fiction appeals only to his mind. The goal of the former is erotic pleasure, or rather the desire to experience erotic pleasure, which the pornographic novel, obviously, cannot satisfy by itself. It is in this regard merely an intermediary, a stimulant, a kind of literary pimp.With libertine fiction, the goal is that of overcoming the prejudices of some of the characters, which are assumed to be the same as those of the reader. The reader is somewhat the equivalent of the fictional object of seduction.