Erotica Quotes

Bad wolf. Stop baiting the human.

The knowledge that life is finite was always in the back of my mind.

Life was indeed good for a Wolf-Creature in the deep woods who had found his very own little red-headed chew toy.

Life's nycer when it's Naughtie!

I’m here for as long as you want me.”“What if that’s forever?” He asked.“Then I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

You don’t stare the devil in the eyes and come out without some of his sin. You can’t beat the devil without becoming like him.

You seek havoc, but all you’ll end up finding is despair.

I capture women. I break them down. And I rebuild them. And I am not a good man.

His fingers caressed the column of my tense throat. I shivered in fear. I hated not being able to see what was happening, it forced me to feel everything.

The greatest challenge of my life has been to see and accept the actual truth without great pain and struggle against it.

Most women prefer lovemaking with romance, appreciation, respect, and caring with plenty of foreplay, satisfaction, and afterglow.

I was not crying - eyes water. I think we all know I'm a badass and I don't cry. - Caleb

Do I need permission to breathe, Sir?

Men always want what they can’t have, or what other men want. It’s a scientific fact.

I want you to channel Jessica Rabbit and give him a show.

The back is one of my favorite parts of a woman’s body. I love to trace and lick the shallow line of her spine, from the top and all the way down to the twin dimples at the base of her lower back.

MacKensie, much as men don't like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off.

When you really thought about it crying was a rather bizarre thing for any creature to be capable of. What purpose did it serve other than revealing too much?

You're absolutely gorgeous. But you look too empty." Holding her gaze he slid his thumbs in to circle the rim of her opening. "Want something to fill you up?

Males are simple creatures. If we can’t f**k it, we want to kill it.

You’ve seen the movies. Bad guy always comes back.

That life is far too short to waste on grudges. Love does not come along often. When it does, you can’t throw it away because it isn’t perfect.

They wanted her. They all loved her. And they wanted to keep her.

Awww, that's sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain.

Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.

You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!

You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one.

An editor asked me what led me to write erotica. I replied, "A dirty mind, excess words, and an overactive sacral chakra.

Those big green eyes were even bigger than usual as she stared at the two of them. For a moment, she looked like a kid who’d found the last cupcake on the planet.

... I had been brought to boil twice with no pasta.

Pet, I give you permission to be as vocal as you wish, because I am going to blow your mind in a few minutes and I want to hear how much you enjoy the ride.

You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny?" She didn’t wait for any response, afraid she’d chicken out. "Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh?

A hard man is nice to find

Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs.

I'm not likely to forget someone slapping my butt with a big piece of wood.

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

Enjoy it any way you can.

I nearly believe you. The challenge remains extended-make me believe you -- Benjamin

I am not a f**king pleasure girl, damn you! I’m an officer!

I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.

And since I am a man, I would appreciate it if you would cry for us both, gatita.

So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.

A good relationship is a two-way street, gatita. Submitting and serving is equaled by a master’s need to take control, to protect, to make someone happy.

If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.

Darlin’, I wasn’t just a Boy Scout, I was an Eagle Scout.

You know I still don’t like your…hobby.”“Didn’t ask your opinion.” Jake rubbed his aching ribs. “If you want mine: anyone using the missionary position twice in a row should serve time.

And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?

You have a piercing.” “So I do.”“Didn’t that hurt?”“A bit.

Dammit, why isn’t there a book with the answers in it?

Any ham-handed idiot can make a woman scream. I prefer to assess…responsiveness.