erotica

And her lips: so inviting, bathed in shimmering wet, dark red gloss. They were meant for only two things, kissing and making love to your cock.

We're gay, we're in love, and we're married. It's not wrong. We're not wrong!" - Avery Adams

The other reason I like your hair down is that I've fantasized about having these silken tresses wrapped around my fist as I'm fucking you

Everyone should feel alive. Should smash up against passion and danger, against temptation and anticipation. You have to push the envelope sometimes,because otherwise how do you know what your limits really are?

Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Hmm, do you mind if I put out your fire then?_ I brushed his earlobe with my upper lip.

Books have a life. They breathe. When you write a book, it grows and changes. You learn from your characters after you create them. They come from you and you become them.

Come closer to me,_ he commanded. She began to get to her feet, giving him the opportunity to force her down again. __o. I want you to crawl over here on your hands and knees._ Jace watched the power of his words place invisible constraints on Camille__ body. She fell down to her knees and crawled on the floor like an animal. In that moment, he was her master; in that moment, everything seemed natural and right in the world. He was the yin to her yang, pulling both of them into perfect equilibrium.

You are so wet,_ you enthuse. __ee how much you love to be punished,little one?___es, sir,_ I whimper, physically fighting the urge to push myself backonto your finger. I want you inside me so much. I would beg if I thoughtyou__ take pity on me, but I know you. My punishment is far from overyet_

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

Rules are made to be broken." - Jared

Beauty lies between the erotic and the tragic.

Alruna couldn__ stop thinking about the way it felt to be behind him in the battle to leave Reric. His sword sent the inferior Obotrite shields to splinters, and its men to worse. Each attempt on her life had been met with blood and steel, and Hákon seemed more like Týr, focused and mighty, but ready to sacrifice for the good of all. Despite the utter destruction of Reric, and the brutality Hákon had shown throughout, she felt completely safe in his arms.

With tears of gratitude, I told him I had never had multiple orgasms before. From that moment on, I owned him.

He places one of his long fingers over my lips, silencing me. I can smell my own musky arousal on his digit and I have the strongest urge to take it in my mouth and suck it as I did earlier during my audition. He says nothing but drills into me with those dazzling eyes. I have the strangest feeling that he is looking into my soul.__et us see where the wave takes us. I know I am going to enjoy the ride and I can guarantee our mutual satisfaction. Maybe we__l be washed to shore, I just don__ know yet, but you can be certain of one thing__ gaze up at him from his chest, breathing in the scent of his masculinity as I do.__hat__ that, sir?_ I ask, my voice betraying the curiosity I feel.He looks down at me for a long, hard moment before he answers.__ won__ let you drown.

He never treated her as a wife. He wooed her over and over again, with presents, flowers, new pleasures.

It__ time, little one,_ he coaxes from above me.I take a deep breath as I crawl to where he instructs me. My heart is racing and I feel like tears could be close again. But I am resolved. I am going to do this. I know my own wilful obstinacy will see me into the stocks and from there it really is up to Shaw. He positions me in front of the stocks and waits a few seconds, letting me absorb their magnitude, before speaking.__neel.__ust one word but it seals my fate. I comply immediately, wordlessly, allowing my terror to turn into the first shoots of arousal. This is really happening_

The doubts, strong as they were, were rousing more than hesitation. Her eyes drifted closed, fingertips sliding over the silk and lace panties she wore.Larry could never know how many times they__ been pulled aside in a rush of unbridled lust, how the side had been carefully stitched after they__ been ripped from her in a bar bathroom a few years ago by a man whose name she didn__ even know. She found her fingers at the seam, her breath shallow and shaking as she remembered the way his rough, callused fingers felt inside her, the ache of his teeth at her shoulder, the sound of his growling moans as he gripped her hair and plunged deep into her throat. She could still smell the whiskey on his breath, the stifling cloud of smoke that permeated every part of the hole-in-the-wall bar