sexy

There is definitely something sexy about a girl with an attitude and a pair of leather pants.

Being sexy is all about attitude, not body type. It's a state of mind.

And you are?__he fluttered her hand over her face andbrushed a wisp of light brown hair from her brow.The governor calls me Kitty. It__ probably be best if you did, too.__hat an alluring name? It makes me think of a cat with its lips covered by a luscious coat of cream.__ack stared at Kitty__ mouth, and his tongue tingled at the idea of tasting her rich, flavorful lust.She giggled and wove her hand through the crook in his arm. The soft swell of her breast bumped against his arm. __h, you__e naughty, but I love the alluring image.__hen, I hope you__l let me have a taste later.__e didn__ crowd her but allowed her to step back.She led him across the entranceway to a door on the other side.Remember she__ a princess.

Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.

I see the beginning, I see the end. And in the middle I just hope I don't fall on my ass to much

Please, Sir, make it hurt.

Just then Jagger walks in, his hair all ruffled and his body hard and firm. We all stop talking and stare as he runs his hands through his hair in an attempt to straighten it up.__ake a picture ladies, it lasts longer._ he mutters

She'd just had the best sex of her life, with an ex-boyfriend she'd spent the last decade pretending didn't exist, in his adorable half-finished, renovating-by-himself one room schoolhouse. Unsettled wouldn't even begin to describe how Laney should be feeling, and it didn't matter, because how she actually felt was pretty damn good.

She listened to silence. Except the birds. The waves. A few voices in the distance. She would not turn to him. He had to come to her. He HAD to come to her.

If he didn't want to be mauled by a sex-starved woman who hadn't gotten any skin in months, he'd better keep his hands to himself.

You could make any man forget his years. When I saw you arrive in your lovely dress, I was conquered. If you don__ wish to dance anymore perhaps we could chat?_- David Walton

There was a multitude of sexual scenarios, from asimple one-on-one couple fucking like bunnies to anoutright orgy with no less than eight people joined likeLEGOs.

Oh yeah," Zane says and smirks at me. "I had her for dinner once. Best meal of my life.

Friends, huh?_ She shook Vincent's hand, but lingered with Peter, giving him a sexy smile. She quickly took in his blond-haired good looks. __f I had a friend like you, I'm not sure I would ever leave the house,_ she continued, her voice slightly hoarse and extremely sexy.

Who am I, Joshua? Name me.

When she comes down to supper I don't like her any better; in fact, a hell of a lot less. She's put on a shiny dress, all fishscales, like this was still India or the boat. On her head she's put a sort of beaded cap that fits close-like a hood. A mottled green-and-black thing that gleams dully in the candlelight. Not a hair shows below it, you can't tell whether she's a woman or what the devil she is. Right in front, above her forehead, there's a sort of question-mark worked into it, in darker beads. You can't be sure what it is, but it's shaped like a question mark. ("Kiss of the Cobra")

I pulled him in and kissed back, and he threw his hands through my hair, his tongue licking hard over mine, picked me up by my thighs and wrapped them around him, he had a leather couch in his office and he threw me onto it, he quickly yanked his tie off and ripped his shirt off. I lay on the sofa looking over his sculpted chest, his deep pecks his hard abs, he came at me and grabbed my hair, he pulled it back exposing my throat, he kissed from my jaw down to my collarbone.

Don't be coy, Joshua. No matter how much money the other men here have, they can't buy what you've gotten for free.