Billionaire Erotica Quotes & Sayings

We're supposed to be unable to keep our hands off of each other. We're supposed to tear each other's clothes off. I'm supposed to make you scream again and again all night long, Lila. — Stephanie Witter

I'm very wary of trust, you see. — Kristin Scott Thomas

It is always the same trap," she said gently. "You longed for conversation. The bear craved jokes. The gray wolf missed music. The boar just wanted someone to tell her troubles to. The trap is loneliness, and none of us escapes it. Not even me. — Leigh Bardugo

What happened tonight won't change a thing."
"You're mistaken, Lila. Everything started changing the moment we met. — Stephanie Witter

He was just beautiful. She'd never known a man could be beautiful, but he definitely was. — Emily Jane Trent

In the bathroom, I studied my body, trying to see what he had seen. My hipbones were more prominent than I remembered, probably from all the days of being unable to eat after discovering Jonathan's betrayal. My thinness suddenly angered me. Why had I punished myself when it had been him that had been at fault? I should have pampered myself, nurtured my soul with my favourite foods and wine and spent time with friends instead of languishing at home and drowning myself in work. — Holly Stone

When do I see a photograph, when a reflection? — Philip K. Dick

Attraction is a funny thing. Women can be beautiful and still do nothing for me. They can be stereotypically sexy and I will still pass them over. They can look innocent and it won't interest me, have a sassy attitude and I'll be looking elsewhere. I get bored easily and am as fickle as April weather. — Holly Stone

Life is full of circles — J.D. Robb

I still love comic books. When you have a kid, that's an excuse to keep reading all the comic books. — Jimmy Kimmel

The city was alive, and so was he... — Kassandra Cross

If you're too young to remember the Time Before Pong, then you probably can't appreciate the momentousness of its arrival. Bear in mind the game emerged in a very different world. It was a time before home computers, cable television, cell phones, game consoles, the Internet--everything we take for granted today. For many of my formative years, we still watched TV in black and white, and had to get up to change the channel. This was the technological Dark Ages. Had we been less culturally enlightened, we would have denounced Pong as witchcraft and burned its inventors at the stake. For those of us who were there--who had never played, let alone seen, a video game--we knew we were witnessing something extraordinary, a groundbreaking achievement in home entertainment. However, none of us knew that we were participating in the birth of a revolution. — Devin C. Griffiths

Between the inner and outer beaches, a strand of woods thrived: palms, palmettos, mahogany, figs, and calabash. Coconut palms and fig trees dropped enough fruit to feed the wildlife that swooped by in droves. It was so easy to catch a fish with your bare hands, Tristan and I had made a game of it during our weeks of lovemaking on the warm, supple sand. It truly was paradise. — A. Violet End

Forgetting hurts the heart, but forgiving rejuvenates it. — Debasish Mridha

Why Have One Heart-Stopping Alpha Billionaire When You Can Have 2? — Scarlett Avery

Sex or sleep? What will it be, Lila? — Stephanie Witter

Nothing succeeds like succession. — Andrew Garve

He has one hand over her mound and works his fingers as if he was playing guitar, making beautiful music with her tiny button. He serenades her with a love song that only his fingers know how to pick- a tune that no man can duplicate. — Jane Emery

Total knowledge is annihilation
Of the desire to see, to touch, to feel
The world sensed only through senses
And immune to the knowledge without feeling. — Dejan Stojanovic

Up North you are holding your own. Everyone considers themselves a comedian. — Johnny Vegas

She felt as if the grave stones were whispering those names to her as she walked past ... Those stones that bore no names seemed like closed mouths, sad mouths that forgotten how to speak. But perhaps the dead didn't mind what their names had once been? — Cornelia Funke