I got hit on at the bar last night, and this morning I have a black eye. Sometimes you can be so sexy that you offend, I guess.

Don't be coy, Joshua. No matter how much money the other men here have, they can't buy what you've gotten for free.

You have had me spinning for days, for I am drunk off the words that flow endlessly from your deep red lips that taste of wine.

If you lie there much longer, I’ll be tempted to tie you to the table legs and try buttering your ass instead of the toast.

Let’s dispense with the preliminary round of ‘will we or won’t we’ so we can get down to the when will we.

Well then..." I clear my throat once. "You are a fantastic actor," I say, breathless, and emotionally drugged up on Mr. Sexdorable.

The candle’s flame washed her in a sensual bath of pulsating light, and Hans became entranced by the soft glow upon her skin.

I'm yours, Savoie. I always have been. Take me, claim me. Know again in your heart and mind that we're one in all things.

I have something I need to get off my chest.”“What’s that?”“This.” He closed his mouth over hers.

He leaned close to whisper in her ear, "Is there any other tension I can relieve for you, cher? I am willing and most certainly able.

She’d set herself up to fail. On purpose. In the most basic way a woman can. I shaved my bikini line and wore my best underwear.

He was sexual in a way that made women think of deeply repressed fantasies therapists and feminists alike would cringe to hear tell of.

He picked the one Cinderella on earth who would smash the glass slipper and cut off a few toes to keep Prince Charming from finding her.

Perhaps I was being picky, but I really didn’t think being able to spell orgasm without being spotted a vowel was asking too much.

What were you saying about the way I smell?" "It's like hot testosterone on a fuckin' cracker, sprinkled with cinnamon." ~Mariss