erotica

It__ as if our bodies know the secret that we don__ wish to admit yet.

That kiss was amazing. Our lips were meant to meet and do wicked things to each other.

Hunter Westley, you can__ just go around kissing people. She__ so cute.Not people Lenora, just you. Only you.

My fingers are wet. I haven__ even got passed your panties yet.

She's my sun and I'm her moon connected by an invisible thread, bound but free.

Who doesn't want a Bad Boy? Hmm... I prefer to let them bake for a while. Those misbehaving boys will rise to irresistible, dominant, and controlling men. When cooked at the right temperature they'll still taste disobedient but with the right amount of heat, they'll become succulent and tantalizing. The men in my recipes will never leave you feeling hungry. They will fulfill even the most insatiable appetites.

Could a vow be not all the way broken? Could a sin be not all the way committed?

Sex is more exciting on the screen and between the pages than between the sheets

I love being aroused.I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again. It__ like I__ being made new.

It was the impatience of the way he tore my panties from my body, that really turned me on: I was all he could think of, as his lust got the better of him. The way they looked so small, and cruelly forgotten, was a beautiful symbol of how much we both needed to satisfy our lusts.

She blinked her eyes open, her lips parted and cheeks flushed, looking every bit like a goddess before him. And if he were a better man, he wouldn__ have been able to taint such purity. But he wasn__ a better man, and there was no turning back now.

And there was something both frustrating and maddeningly arousing about that. His restraint made something burn low and deep in her belly, and then his mouth, oh God his mouth. He tasted like cinnamon, again, and every now and then he__ pull away, just a little _ just enough to make her want to drag him back. Before giving her a teasing lick with that perfect, curling tongue of his. It set all the nerve endings in her upper lip on fire.

His voice sounded like molten metal. As if he had something thick at the back of his throat and it was making him sound deeper and richer than he actually was.

He suggested devils, skulls, harsh masculine drawings. This thing was_heart poundingly good. She wanted to pluck it, and bury her face in it, and keep it in a vase by her bedside.

Just that one word__ound__ent a strong answering pulse through her body. His tongue curled around syllables that weren__ there, like a promise. This is what you__l get, if you just let me hear.

But in my growth and development, I knew I wanted more. And more. Oh, God. So much more. It's what being human is all about.

My knees were weak but he held me with one hand, guiding me with the motion of his hips. I was completely his to do with what he wanted and he knew it.

To feel aroused is to feel alive. Having great sex is like taking in huge lungfuls of fresh air, essential to your body, essential to your health, and essential to your life.