Quotes About Pleasure

Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.

Don't play, Gia, he growled. Suck me or fuck me. Make me come.

You like sex, angel," he purred. "Nothing wrong with that. You're greedy and insatiable, and I love it. I love knowing that once I get inside you, you're going to suck me dry. Then you'll want to do it again.

Even she agreed that a woman had a right to chocolate.

But I like sex." "Good. Have it with me." His smile was an erotic invitation.

There's no work involved in fucking you, angel." His slow smile was pure satiated male. "I'm grateful for the privilege.

She was my wife. My most valuable possession; I treasured her. But I loved her slutty and dirty, too. A sexual object for my pleasure. The one woman who could silence the memories in my head and set me free.

The feel of your big cock in me is delicious, but far more so when it's moving.

Qué clase de hombre se rodea de las cosas bellas de la vida y no se detiene ni un segundo a contemplarlas?

Eva,Eva,kuttrade han och drog sitt pekfinger genom min hala springa.Titta hur hungrig du är efter mig.Det är ett heltidsjobb att hålla den här söta lilla fittan tillfredsställd.

Always told me what he wanted and needed . . . how good he felt when I made love to him. He was holding himself back, denying me the satisfaction of knowing I pleased him.

there were indeed some shades of pleasure that could be colored only by another hand

He had the look of a well-fucked man, one who was sated and yet anticipating further pleasures ahead.

You want a sheet-clawing, back-arching, mind-blowing fuck, and I want to pound my cock into you until I've come my last drop.

He'd once hoped to satisfy his need and finally be done with her. Now he prayed his aching need would never end, the pleasure was too great to forfeit. If

Oh hell. He gasped, his back arching, his balls drawing up painfully tight. Don't make me come too quickly.

E tu fazes-me lembrar que o meu corpo consegue sentir outas coisas que não dor.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

Why is crying so pleasurable? I feel clean, absolutely purged after it. As if I had a grief to get over with, some deep sorrow.

I'm not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else.

I am not sure why, but I love food more than just about anything else.

I'm not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else.

My dream was someday ordering a drink and finding out it tasted wonderful.

I haven't had an acceptance since October 1st. And I have piles of poems and stories out. Not to mention my book of poems. Even Ted's letter about winning the contest, with its award details, hasn't come, so even vicarious pleasure is shorn from me. Bills come.