erotica

I don__ want to talk about it,_ she said. Once again he was close. Too close. So damn close. __t all,_ she added, hearing with some alarm that her voice had softened. Everything had softened, at just his proximity. __ver,_ she whispered, and found her gaze locked on his mouth.He had a really great mouth.

Edna restored the toffee to the centre of her tongue and sucking pleasurably, resumed her typing of Naked Love by Armand Levine. Its painstaking eroticism left her uninterested--as indeed it did most of Mr. Levine's readers, in spite of his efforts. He was a notable example of the fact that nothing can be duller than dull pornography.

This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.

She believed being so free with her sexuality was empowering, but I wouldn't say taking home a douchebag who would laugh about the encounter with his friend later is a step forward in the feminist movement."-Lily

I smile at you, hinting at the pleasures ahead, and silently point to the zip at the back of my dress_

The flick of her hip is distilled erotica, a practiced sexuality.

What would you like to do with my neck?_ I asked. __educe me with your words. Feel free.

Lea found that she was saying things, saying them pretty loudly, but had no clear concept of what she was saying. [Sean and Andy__] names, maybe. The seventy-two names of God. The capitals of all fifty states.Love. That word featured in there a lot. Which made sense. To the extent that Lea had any sense left a

If there was ever a dress that can be an aphrodisiac the one Serena was wearing now had to be it

Thank goodness it wasn't real sex.

... so I leaned down and put my mouth on him.He jerked at the contact with a barked, __hit,_ and I laughed around him, even as I took him deeper into my mouth.His hands were now fisted in the sheets, white-knuckled as I slid my tongue over him, grazing slightly with my teeth. His groan was fire to my blood.

I decided to masturbate with shampoo instead of conditioner today. Because yolo. Things Jesus never said.

The greatest challenge of my life has been to see and accept the actual truth without great pain and struggle against it.

If my Master is lost, I'll find him. I'll lead him back to himself, because to serve doesn't always mean to follow.

Even in hell, there are rules.

She always had her eyes set on the light. But Sade couldn__ take his off of the darkness, because the second he did, it would devour him, and then her.

I reach forward for him, expecting to feel the hardness of his chest or at the very least one of his arms coming to halt my progress, but there is nothing. I expand my reach a little and then, feeling slightly spooked, I listen_ Nothing. No breathing, no footsteps; nothing.

The only place the broken past has in our present, is the place we give it.