“You own this cock. Torture me or free me, Peyton. You decide.” -Granger” — Jessa Kane Copy Share Image
“It’s as if our bodies know the secret that we don’t wish to admit yet.” — Nicky Fox Copy Share Image
“And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“As far as we know, there is no corresponding taste among women for erotica featuring multiple overweight middle-aged ladies with cheap tattoos,… — Christopher Ryan Copy Share Image
“Now you make yourself come, bitch. And I'll know if you're faking. You make that cunt clench around my cock or I… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Francis Ford Coppola - A man climbs a mountain and they call him a hero. I climb mountains that aren't even there.” — Madeline Moore Copy Share Image
“My words are like a musical instrument, softly & seductively playing under the moonlight as they penetrate the depths of your loins!” — Rokk-I La' VON Copy Share Image
“You're absolutely gorgeous. But you look too empty." Holding her gaze he slid his thumbs in to circle the rim of her… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“The back is one of my favorite parts of a woman’s body. I love to trace and lick the shallow line of… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the… — Emme Rollins Copy Share Image
“If you were mine, I’d make love to you every chance I got, so whenever we were apart, you’d still feel me… — Shelly Bell Copy Share Image
“And there was something both frustrating and maddeningly arousing about that. His restraint made something burn low and deep in her belly,… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“He didn’t expect that question to send her tripping over her own two feet and flying into the bookstore’s erotica section he’d… — Shelly Laurenston Copy Share Image
“In my early teens, I heard about Naked Lunch and its mutating typewriters and talking cockroaches. While I would hardly classify its… — Peter Dubé Copy Share Image
“How dull would it be to consume my meat with only one variety of sauce? My body and spirit would whither, being… — Emmanuelle de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“Gentleman,” I purr smoothly in greeting. Ezra and Cort circle me like sharks scenting blood. I know who they are, but not… — Erica Chilson Copy Share Image
“You land a second strike, this time just on my left cheek. It feels hard already and stings like hell. I imagine… — Felicity Brandon Copy Share Image
“Hello, Miya.” His smooth tone speaking my name made a warm sensation tingle across the surface of my body. A hundred questions… — Derendrea Copy Share Image
“Here’s to a tasty lunch,” she says, winking at me. It’s the strangest thing, but I actually feel my body respond to… — Felicity Brandon Copy Share Image
“MacKensie, much as men don't like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off.” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Yes, sir, I will,” there was a nervous edge in her voice, but now it was too late. Her session had begun.” — Charles Dyson Copy Share Image
“It's a good thing, right, when an author gets turned on by the dirty scenes they write?!” — Martha Sweeney Copy Share Image
“He was just beautiful. She'd never known a man could be beautiful, but he definitely was.” — Emily Jane Trent Copy Share Image
“I love you. That is the beginning, that is the end. That is everything.” — Ella Frank Copy Share Image
“You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail?” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“How can any woman not enjoy that? We're sensual beings, we love that.” — James Lusarde Copy Share Image
“His voice was like soothing melted chocolate. I wanted him to ooze his lovely voice all over my naked body.” — James Lusarde Copy Share Image
“You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion?” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Oh, doctor. I think I’m sick I need some penis-cilin.” I fake cough again into my hand.” — S.K. Logsdon Copy Share Image
“I will erase every memory of every man you have ever been with, good and bad.” — Megan Keith Copy Share Image
“Did not. My stubbornness doesn’t even own a gun. My stubbornness is a pacifist.” — Sophie Oak Copy Share Image
“Not that you’ll have any fun. I know my safe word, and I intend to use it.” — Sophie Oak Copy Share Image
“Ah, lust. It makes us forget anything we want to. The greatest relaxant, the greatest stimulant.” — James Lusarde Copy Share Image
“I wanted to reach out and stroke her, to be gentle and tender towards her. Take care of her.” — James Lusarde Copy Share Image
