Erotica romance Quotes

I love you. That is the beginning, that is the end. That is everything.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears.
The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.

Fuck me, I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.

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.

What do I do now?
I didn't think my heart could break any more than it already has.
The pieces still inside of me feel like broken glass.
Every time I take a breath, they stab into me.
It never ends....

I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me the most I would say it was that one.

—except for the fact that your scars mean you’ve been hurting, I am one-hundred-percent cool with having them in the painting. Some models, especially the professional ones, it’s like painting air-brushed people. Give me something raw any day.

I’m happy to see that we’re stopping to eat some dinner, since we didn’t actually eat lunch today. Instead we just argued, I pouted, slapped him, bojo’d him, and then I came like a freight train. I’ve had a very busy day.

Kiss me hot,heavy,wet & angry with that attitude like you do when your mouth yells it hates me but your tongue screams it can’t wait for me. Hug me, touch me, submit to me with that insatiable passion like you do when you thought you could leave but the sight of my throbbing rock hard love muscle made you too weak in the knees. Your mind is melting fast, your soul is whispering trust, your eyes are begging please and your anger has turned to lust. Let me undress your body, caress your skin and wetly massage your mind back into making love to me again. I’d rather say I’m sorry and keep my best friend than have this come to an end. Be encouraged but more importantly…be lethal with your make up love.

Punishment? You don’t have any right to punish me. And I can curse. I choose not to most of the time, but don’t think it doesn’t go through my head, asshole. I was trying to give you something. I was trying to give you my body.
That’s where you fucked up, little girl. I don’t want your body. I want your soul. I want your everything. And I definitely want your orgasms. I want them all. I’ll be a greedy bastard, savoring them and hoarding them all for myself. You wanted to give me your body? I can buy that on a street corner, sweetheart. You’re the one who’s being selfish now.
How is it selfish to offer to have sex? I don’t understand what you want.
First off, I want you to stop hiding yourself from me. You’re the one making this tawdry by pretending it’s dirty and not worthy of the light of day.
I didn’t mean it that way.
We’re going to do this my way. We tried yours and it didn’t work, so I’m taking control. I should have done it in the first place.

I quickly scoop up the rest of my personal life on display on the sidewalk and I'm relieved that I had removed the flavored condoms that Regina had shoved into my purse before I left yesterday. Bacon Flavor. What woman wants to taste meat while, you know, tasting meat?

We fell into each other’s arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of each other as we struggled with worldly constraints like clothing and gravity, seeking to transcend it all in our coming together.

Oh, is my baby’s little pussy finally getting wet? He put his hand on her knee.
She tried to cross her legs. Yes, and it’s a lot. It feels very messy.
He could smell her now. Bending over and presenting her ass had done something for her. So had dirty talk. Yeah, he could talk dirty. Messy is good. I want that pussy dirty and ripe when I start to eat it.

Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made my ovaries ache deep in my belly.

Okay, first of all, I didn’t sleep with you to make amends. I slept with you because I wanted to.
He still didn’t say anything, and she pointed at him again. And you know what? It was your own damn fault. It was those jeans you wear, and the tool belt. It was the size of your hammer!

I think it’s weird how vanilla people just jump into a bed and fuck and don’t ever relish the moment, don’t talk to each other about what works and what doesn’t. So many people just expect sex to happen, but really great sex takes work, like everything in life. You have to talk to your partner.

One bad decision is like building a long line of dominoes and then sneezing and not turning your head

He is so beautiful," she thought, aching from the sadness that she saw in his eyes. In the late-afternoon sunlight, those eyes were almost green. She took his face in her hands and pulled him to her, claiming the kiss she had so desperately wanted the day before but had forgotten in the heat of the moment. She closed her eyes and felt him respond to her mouth, his tongue seeking hers.

If he was like any of his music, he would be complex, explosive, sweet, sensual, and passionate.

It was the way he communicated it, while still being the man’s man that he was, the alpha, who liked being in charge

I Googled it sir

Ben was in his truck, window down, idling at the curb, dark lenses hiding his eyes from her, looking effortlessly big and badass.
The way she wished she felt.

Like what, baby? Like that you miss me? She started to protest but he cut her off. Do not say a word. Just listen a minute, if you can. I miss you too, like a fucking phantom limb, do you understand? You are a crucial, functioning part of me, always will be. But I get it. I’m a shit. I won’t deny. But I’ll never, ever be happy or complete without you.

...she knew right away she was entering a new world. One she had never witnessed or played a part in, but from first glance she knew her world and definition on sex was about to change—here at Club Pain, sex and erotica were redefined with BDSM.

I tell you all the time, you will never be able to replace me with a brass and steam contraption.

I look at sex differently than most people. It’s an exchange, and it should be good for both parties. I don’t want you to spread your legs and let me have you because you want someone to hold you. If you want me to hold you, ask me. I want you to spread your legs because you can’t wait another single second for my cock. I want that pussy ripe and ready and weeping for a big dick to split it wide and have its way. I want your nipples to peak because I walk into a room and you remember every dirty thing I can do to them. I want you to want me. I can make you crave me. I don’t want some drive-by fucking that gets me off and I forget it five minutes later. I want to fuck all night long. I want to feel it all the next day because my cock got so used to being deep inside your body. If that’s what you want, then get dressed in the sexiest thing you own and agree that I’m the boss when it comes to sex.

You're a virgin. You have no idea what you're asking for."
"Then you will have to teach me."
"Not like this. Not on a horse in the middle of nowhere.

What are you saying?
I want to try.
He wanted clarification on that. You want to try what?
There it was, that deep flush. You know.
Yes, he knew, but he wasn’t going to let her off the hook so easily. She was going to be his. For a brief time, she would belong to him and he would have everything he wanted, and he wanted her to start talking dirty. Yes. He wanted to teach her, to train her to accept pleasure so she would expect it. No, I don’t know. You’ll have to be plain.
Avery blushed a little. I want to be intimate with you.
So sweet. So polite. So not happening. That sounds like you want me to get into my pajamas and exchange secrets with you. I’m not your girlfriend, Avery. Tell me what you want. That’s lesson number one. Communication and honesty are the keys to the relationship I want. I need to hear you say plainly what you want.
She hesitated, but only for a moment. He wasn’t surprised. Deep in her heart, she was a brave girl. She’d faced so much and still was open with her heart. Damn, but he didn’t understand that. I would like for us to sleep together.
I’m not very sleepy. He wasn’t going to let her get away with anything.
She groaned a little in obvious frustration. You know that’s not what I’m talking about.
Yes. I do. So say what you want.
I want to have sex.
So clinical. I’ll have to think about that.
I want to make love.
Sweet, but not what I’m looking for.
Her face crinkled into the cutest pout. Damn it, Lee. I want to fuck.
Just like that he was primed and ready. She’d said fuck with such a sweet little heat, her eyebrows forming a V over her face as though the entire incident had offended her polite sensibilities. She would learn there wasn’t room for politeness between them.
He growled just a little. I want to fuck, too, baby. I want to fuck all night long.

The deepest show of love is when you surrender your mind, body and soul to me to use as I please, trusting that when I take you to the brink of my self-control, I'll bring you back more whole than before.

I'm going to be a fairy. Sarah announced, studying her file.
"What a surprise. Nicole mumbled, closing the door.

I’m going to bury myself so deep inside of you it’ll leave you feeling hollow when I’m not with you. ~Vince

When people say sex is a filth of society, I say, yes! You're born by enchanting mantras and breaking coconuts!

Why do you think there aren’t rules to how sex will work? You didn’t want to talk to me about what you wanted. You pushed me into the room so I wouldn’t turn on the light because you knew damn well I would push back on that, didn’t you?
She stayed where she was. Yes. I don’t want you to see me. I don’t look like one of those girls in a magazine.
He groaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest. Those girls in the magazines are airbrushed and way too thin. The camera adds pounds so those girls are so skinny I wouldn’t be able to fuck them for fear I would break them. I want a woman, Avery, not some tiny freaking thing whose waistline only proves she doesn’t eat. I want a woman who can take me. I want a woman I can hold on to. So bend over because I want to see your ass. I want to look at it because I’ve been dreaming about it for days. It’s hot and round and so fucking juicy I can’t stand it. Get me hot, Avery. Show me your ass.

When you can cross the highwire without falling off, you are in a state of perfect balance, perfect grace. It is the same with obedience. When you submit, submit totally, you enter that same equilibrium, surrender and grace. This is the meaning of erotic.

Men have firm beautiful bodies with cut muscles. But the curves and gentleness of a woman’s body is beyond a words measure; with their dazzling rawness it’s impossible to perfect but I crave the need to depict such a fathomless beauty.

I’ve never been in love, I admitted. I’m scared of losing me to be with you.

My mind is completely addicted to him. Jacobism - he's my disease.

Orgasms are so much stronger when tempered in the flames of darkened desires and cooled in the waters of emotions.

Then hop up, baby. Time to fuck.

You’ll be stronger, Alayna, having explored the part of you that you’ve been afraid to know. I’ll have to stop if you tell me to, so you’ll actually hold the power, but you won’t tell me to stop. You’ll beg me not to, and when you leave here, you’ll believe you’re the gorgeous, sensual being I see in front of me.

Your quick ‘no’ is because I refused to say ‘yes’ to sex. They say men think with their dicks. I hope you do not run Easton with your—

I don’t think I like the idea that you just control me, but you get to do anything you like.
Ah, but that’s because you don’t understand the power exchange. Note that I used the word exchange. Listen, there are as many different ways to practice BDSM as there are people who practice it. I like to play. I like to know that my lover will turn to me when she needs something. I’ll want to protect you. And I like to give you what you need. It makes me feel good. It makes me feel necessary.

There's not always one right answer. The only thing I can tell you is everything that goes on back there is consensual. ~Dylan

There's always choices. Not liking the ones you've got is a different issue.

...you make it sound like this is work. I’m having a hard time thinking about sex as a project to manage.
He barely touched the cheeks of her ass, just a little tickle on her flesh, and her muscles clenched. Only because you don’t take it seriously.
I take it very seriously, she shot back.
No, you take the choice of your partner seriously, but not the sex itself. The sex itself you view as something you have to give up to get to what you really want, and that’s companionship and affection. You can’t buy those with sex, Avery. Those will come or not, and it doesn’t mean a damn thing to any man. Not really. He’ll take sex from you even if he doesn’t particularly like you. He’ll take it because you offer it up so easily. Again—not the relationship, but the sex. You’re offering me easy sex. Sex where I don’t have to work, but I want to work because I do like you and I do feel affection for you. Do you understand?
You think I should ask for more.
No, I think you should demand more.
That doesn’t sound very submissive...

There’s nowhere more important for me to be, he said as he gently tugged my head back by my hair. I would go anywhere, everywhere, just to be with you.

The hotness of a sex scene lies in the loins of the beholder.

Come back to me, baby," he murmured against my lips. "Come on.

My words are like a musical instrument, softly & seductively playing under the moonlight as they penetrate the depths of your loins!