#erotic

There can be as much joy of giving pleasure as to receive it. ↗

— Marina Anderson

#happiness #inspirational #love #sex #inspirational

The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#inspirational #sex #inspirational

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them. ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#poetry #sexual-tension #art

He is so beautiful," she thought, aching from the sadness that she saw in his eyes. In the late-afternoon sunlight, those eyes were almost green. She took his face in her hands and pulled him to her, claiming the kiss she had so desperately wanted the day before but had forgotten in the heat of the moment. She closed her eyes and felt him respond to her mouth, his tongue seeking hers. ↗

— Shira Anthony

#erotica-romance #pirates #threesome #beauty

Jesse realized what he was doing. The man was trying to make her angry enough to give him what he wanted in the scene, mad enough to be completely submissive. "You want me to just lie there and like it? Just beg for it? gimme, gimme, come on, baby, fuck me, stick me, kill me, make me come, make me bleed, fuck me like there's no tomorrow, take it away from me, honey, fuck my mind, fuck me to death, fuck me dead! Is that what you want?" Morrison looked at her, his smile actually growing, "that's a start. ↗

— Alice Alfonsi

#death

Only I was capable of saving her now, and that, as far as anyone could argue, may have made me worse than all the devils and the demons, but it also, more accurately, made me better than all the angels and gods. ↗

— Jared S. Anderson

#erotica #horror #jared-anderson #suspense #thriller

You're an addiction...my obsession... ↗

— Sylvia Day

#love #romance #love

Will you dance for me? Let your breasts roam for a moment -- I need to see how they dance.' 'Okay.' She danced, and as she danced, she tried to think of the most delicious salads she could imagine -- with artichokes and sundried tomato and blue cheese dressing, and beets, lots of beets. ↗

— Nicholson Baker

#beets #erotica #food #humor #salad

Tell me what I am to you.” …“Oh honey, you’re the man I call when I need a ride. ↗

— Kimberly Dean

#kimberly-dean #ride-of-her-life #life

At the Slavemarket: “How is her disposition?” “Meek as meek can be; we tried training her in the care of sheep, but they bullied her, and drove her to tears.” Iayd turned to Fudail’s henchman Falih. Falih was a bald, fat man charged with keeping the slaves in line. His face bore scars that seemed to indicate that he had just recently tried to rob an eagle nest whilst the eagle mother was still at home. His legs stood knock-kneed and he held his groin as if something serious was amiss with the heirlooms entrusted him. “I swear to you, she is an angel sent to earth to spread kindness,” Falih said, his voice somewhat out of pitch. Something must be wrong, thought Iayd. ↗

— August Renfelt

#femdom #humor #home