#male

His music was an outlet of that romantic energy and sensitivity. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#alpha-male #college #erotica #kailin-gow #music

Erik got to his feet, aware of her watching him, and tried not to preen at the frank admiration in her eyes. Preening was not manly. ↗

— Tiffany A. Snow

#romantic-suspense #romantic

Careful, Love. You can't offer a starving man a feast and expect him not to take you up on it. ↗

— R.K. Lilley

#erotic-romance #sexy #love

For far too long, the female gender has been plagued with stereotypes, typecasting, as well as, subtle and blatant discrimination. ↗

— Asa Don Brown

#encouraging-and-empowering-girls #females #human-rights #psychology #spirituality

True saddness is when someone still thinks your the same person after all these years. They brand you because of their own ego, fear and lack of spirituality. What's sadder is when they are Christian. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#judgement #male-ego #hypocrisy

Dagmar knew there were worse things in this world than pretending to be a caring, demure woman. For instance, actually being a caring, demure woman. ↗

— G.A. Aiken

#traditional-female-roles #dragons

Do you know what passion is?” I blink, confused. “Most people think it only means desire. Arousal. Wild abandon. But that’s not all. The word derives from the Latin. It means suffering. Submission. Pain and pleasure, Nikki. Passion. ↗

— J. Kenner

#erotic-romance #passion #erotic-romance

She reached for the milk and honey soap, then poured it into the puff, but when she started washing him with it, he chuckled. “Uh, sweetheart?” “Hmm?” Candice mumbled as she stared at some interesting spot on his arm. “Real men don’t use puffs,” he said, amused and turned on by having Candice’s undivided attention. She finally managed to drag her gaze away from his forearm and stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. “You can’t be serious?” When he only shrugged, she rolled her eyes. “What does it matter what I use, so long as you’re clean?” “It matters, believe me.” Blade knew he sounded absurd but he couldn’t help it. It was bad enough he’d let her put bandages on a few measly cuts; if word got out he’d let her use a peach-colored puff and milk-and-honey bath soap he’d never hear the end of it. A man had to put his foot down somewhere. ↗

— Anne Rainey

#erotic-romance #steamy #vaughn-series #men

I concentrate intently on counting: hearing my voice break as the torment and torture builds; fingering myself intensely at his instruction. As we get past ten I slip up; overwhelmed by the sensations wracking my body, I realise in horror that I don’t know which number is next. ↗

— Felicity Brandon

#bdsm #punishment #spanking #bdsm

He spanks me again, and again, and again. I lose count after ten strikes, too consumed with the aching sensation spreading across the lower half of my torso. Eventually, I hear myself gasp and moan at each strike, the sting intensifying as my flesh warms with every blow. ↗

— Felicity Brandon

#bdsm #boss-employee #m-f #spanking #bdsm