Erotica Quotes Quotes & Sayings

My sub doesn't pay for me," he says, pulling me to my feet. "That just doesn't happen."
"But we ordered so much," I say helplessly.
"It made you happy," he says simply. "Now I get to play with you. And that makes me happy."
"I don't think it's that simple an equation."
"Maybe not," he concedes. "But then, if if sex were the same thing as math, a lot more people would be lining up to take calculus. — Nenia Campbell

I am pleased, he said with a rich throaty accent. My heart melted. Simple as they were, those three little words meant the world to me. — Red Phoenix

Sitting on couch, lying legs apart
Dark dirty naked. Smiling at me,
Wicked lazy lusty eyes. I moaned,
When saw movement inside his silent,
The thick forest of pubic hair. — Delicious David

With my sometimes blunt indecent vocabulary & very vivid imagination, I wonder if I should be writing "other" kinds of content. — April Mae Monterrosa

Tamlin let out a low snarl of approval, and I bit my bottom lip as he removed his pants, along with his undergarments, revealing the proud, thick length of him. My mouth went dry, and I dragged my gaze up his muscled torso, over the panes of his chest, and then -
"Come here," he growled, so roughly the words were barely discernable.
I pushed back the blankets, revealing my already naked body, and he hissed. — Sarah J. Maas

By penetrating to the core of our own being, we can make contact with the consciousness at the center of the universe. — Richard Smoley

In my experience, the romance novels written about BDSM have about as much in common with actual BDSM relationships as a child playing with a jump rope. — Nenia Campbell

Papa, you were right. Love did come after security. — Jade Onyx

He was responsible for my peaks and valleys, the pulsating waves and earth-shattering releases. It didn't matter if I was bound or not, whether we fucked or made love, he was in control. The reality was he was always in control. — Arika Stone

An entrepreneur tends to bite off a little more than he can chew hoping he'll quickly learn how to chew it. — Roy Ash

My safe word?
Fuck.Me. — Alexandra Iff

Christians rejoice even while they truly sorrow - because their rejoicing is in the hope of heaven ... While joy overcomes sorrow, it does not put an end to it. — John Calvin

I'm burning in despair
Love which you distanced from me
Return once again
I'll forgive you again
Return, Page 19 — Delicious David

Come, Adan," Lock ordered. "Come so hard you squeeze every fucking drop of cum from my cock. — Shaye Evans

With tears of gratitude, I told him I had never had multiple orgasms before. From that moment on, I owned him. — L.T. Graham

Erotic attraction often serves as the catalyst for an intimate connection between two people, but it is not a sign of love. Exciting, pleasurable sex can take place between two people who do not even know each other. Yet the vast majority of males in our society are convinced that their erotic longing indicates who they should, and can, love. Led by their penis, seduced by erotic desire, they often end up in relationships with partners with whom they share no common interests of values. — Bell Hooks

I want you wet for me at all times. I don't know when I might want to fuck you. — Alexandra Iff

It's a good thing, right, when an author gets turned on by the dirty scenes they write?! — Martha Sweeney

I participate in BDSM, but I wasn't abused as a child. I don't hate women, or particularly enjoy hurting women. Sometimes I make them feel pain, but it's consensual, it serves a purpose - to get them off - and they can indicate that they wish me to stop at any time. I do like the power I get from total submission, and the trust that my partner puts in me to give me everything, from her mind to her body, while expecting nothing in return - except the understanding that I won't violate that trust. — Nenia Campbell

Friendships unfold gradually as women share intimacies with one another- this takes time. You need to be willing to let your friends know the real you, but you don't want to spill your guts out the first time you're out to lunch. — Irene S. Levine

We all had our secrets, and maybe the most terrible of them was that we weren't exactly who we thought we were, who we said we were, who we dreamed of being, that we were divided and at war and half made of self-mythologies, too. Sometimes on that staircase spiraling up from the darkness, we met ourselves coming up into the light, not recognizing ourselves or what we might do next. — Michael Paterniti