erotica

Sarah turned around and there standing just a few feet from her was the legend himself, and he was far from disappointing.

I will tie you up, sometimes in very intricate, time-consuming bondage. I will suspend you from things. I will play with and tease and torment your bound and helpless body.

I know, darling. Your body speaks to me in ways your mouth would never agree to confessing.

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Fucking is an art. The mere fact of introducing the cock in the cunt and moving it in and out until the ejaculation of spunk is not art. True, it is fucking, but the difference between that way of doing it and the way it should be done, is like the difference between a child's first drawing and a picture by the world's greatest painter.

Now it__ like my whole body is suddenly in revolt. No more. Not one day more. Not one more hour. My body wants sex.

The erotic is not about nudity and nudity is rarely erotic. The erotic is subtle, a feeling, a gesture, a mood, a story frozen in the moment that holds you breathless waiting for the next moment. Understand this, and you understand the erotic.

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I love you, Kane. Now let's go begin our always.

There is a kind of truth in a well-told lie. When we look back, we don't see things as they were but how we would like them to have been.

His voice goads me and then I register the perfect rhythm he is creating in my tightly wound body. One, two, and then three fingers fill me, his hand rocking flawlessly against my quivering clitoris as he fucks me. Slowly at first and then the tempo increases as Shaw builds the pace. Before I know it I am panting as the sensations consume me. Eyes shut tight, I feel myself grinding against what feels like the palm of his hand or maybe his wrist, loving the friction it creates as Shaw penetrates me over and over again.

He brings you gifts to cover his own ass. He gives you a shiny trinket and you forget that he's a couple hours late and smells of perfume. Wise up girl

I wanna hear you say my name when you come. Just so you know who made you feel like this." - Mitch Knox

Have you ever heard about string theory? Everything is tied together, works together, shrinks, expands, and breathes together. Maybe we're on the same string, baby. We're right beside each other. We're the same thing." His mouth takes mine. He pulls away. "My blood, your blood..." Another kiss...his voice hot on my cheek. "One day I tried to calculate the odds of how we met. The odds of February 14. There are no odds. For us, there are no odds because it isn't chance." - Kellan

Feed the beast, ladies, and it__l come to you every time it__ hungry. Make your man feel like he__ the biggest, baddest motherfucker on earth, inside and outside of the bedroom, and he__l adore you

At that moment, in the temple of her lovers_ tangled limbs, Lea felt the presence of the Divine close by, immanent and imminent _ everywhere and everywhen _ and it was a sublime feeling, one that made her feel infinitely powerful and infinitely small, both at the same time.A good fuck can make even an agnostic see God _ a fact that explained Lea__ parents_ fascination with Tantra, something about which Lea thought as little as possible.

When you've been everywhere, tried it all and done it all, what's left is the exploration of self, intellectually and sexually, through curiosity and erotica.

I'm glad I found you," Kane said quietly, stepping back as Avery stood."I think it was more like me finding you, handsome." For Kane, the sentimental memories were sostrong; all he could do was stand there as they held their babies, thinking about their lives, their future,and his love for Avery."I can't imagine my life without you," Kane proclaimed sweetly."Good. I don't want you to.