Erotic Quotes - Page 3

Move your hands, Morgan,” he commanded.

“It hurts!” she protested.

“It’s supposed to.

The paradise in women is not the v-shape manipulation between their legs,
or the two lovely bombs, set on their bosom that can blast any strong, holy spirit filled individual, but that part of her that cannot be described, yet can only be felt.

Your erotic,
A memoir of pleasure.
Caress the streets as through they held the touch of mink,
Leaving only trails of stardust.
Your eyes could Pierce hearts, leaving eternal scars of that moment,
Moments so bittersweet they linger upon the tastebuds of those who dare glance.
You, Stain eyes with curiosity
I dare not blink.

She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together.

Sexually progressive cultures gave us literature, philosophy, civilization and the rest, while sexually restrictive cultures gave us the Dark Ages and the Holocaust.

We tend to think of the erotic as an easy, tantalizing sexual arousal. I speak of the erotic as the deepest life force, a force which moves us toward living in a fundamental way.

I'm good at blowjob.

If just one person has done it, it can be done. by V.L. Marshall

So…” Nolan smirked. “Are you going to tell me why you had a trunk load of pleasure devices delivered to your door, or are we going to just keep ignoring the giant box of sex toys in the room?

BDSM is not liberating nor does it promote equality between men and women.

Her long body stiffened against him. Her cool fingers tightened in his shaggy fur, and her bare, clinging heels dug deep into his heaving flanks. She was sweet against him, and the clear logic of this new life conquered the dreary conventions of that old, dim existence where he had walked in bitter death.

I couldn't hear anything or anyone, there was only the sound of our sex and the smell of books.

Anger is like sex urge, once gratified, the inner voice calls you a stinking fool.

Sex swims in marriage, while sex sinks in sin of being single.

I push back against him, meeting his forceful pounds with my eager pu*sy. Riding the razors edge of climactic heaven.

The moment her hymen was plucked from her body in the wilderness,
Her soul was taken from sanity.

Perversion is just another form of art. It's like painting or drawing or sculpting. Except instead of paint, us perverts use sex as our medium. 

Amazing sex stays with you. It soaks into your skin. It floats through your dreams and has you silently smoldering with delicious remembrances for hours after. It has you craving it days later. And it has you aching for it if you don’t get it for awhile.

I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I've already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.

I hired you for your attitude, and so far I’m pretty happy with my decision. But I’m not sure I can work with you until I’ve fucked this attraction out of my system.