Erotica Quote by Charlotte Stein

“Bit it was her scent that just about killed him. Clean skin. Woman. And something more—something that made him feel like dispensing with five…

— Pamela Clare

“She was a dangerous, dangerous girl. A plague. A Mountain of Adamant who tore the iron from ships, sinking them to their watery graves…

— Renee Ahdieh

“The fact that he gave her the creeps just proved she was normal. He had the flat, dead face of an item turned out…

— Walter Kaylin

“And in her reverence of his skin, he felt that shame wither and curl, like paper on a flame, and float upward, disintegrating into…

— Amy Harmon

“Ah, but it wasn’t just her lovely face that haunted him. Nor the soft, lush body he was increasingly desperate to see liberated from…

— Tessa Dare

“Nothing could have prepared her. She flinched. Scars, distorted flesh like someone had filleted his skin. Little was left that had made up the…

— T.A. Grey

“As always, just the sight of him gave her a quick inner jolt. His face was like a painting, a depiction in perfect oils…

— J.D. Robb

“His face just looks like one of those long, narrow stones in the graveyard, doesn't it? 'Sacred to the memory' ought to be written…

— L.M. Montgomery

“He looked at his face carefully in the glass, put a big dab of lather on each cheek-bone. "It's an honest face. It's a…

— Ernest Hemingway

“For the first time she could see a man's head naked of its skull. Saw the cunning thoughts race in and out through the…

— Zora Neale Hurston

“Mostly, though, he looked at the girl, with her red hair and bare white arms. There was something about the whiteness of those arms…

— Joe Hill

“Everyone, he thought, must have adored her; all men assuredly must have coveted her. She seemed but the more beautiful to him for this;…

— Gustave Flaubert