Quotes About Indulgence

You should get dressed up, go dancing, drink grown-up cocktails, and have sex as much as you can before you're dead.

The goodie drawer of all goodie drawers. This dildo not only throbs, vibrates, expands, and comes equipped with hands-free feature, it sings a choice of five popular tunes." He crouched beside her. "You couldn't have tried it out that quickly." "Pervert. I turned it on to see. He's got some illegals sprinkled through here, too.

As man-candy went, he was a caloric binge. Eve thought it was easy to see why he had so many clients paying for a nibble.

good sex, a hot shower, then bacon? Did a morning get any better?

And I want a mansion in Connecticut with a pool boy named Steve.

Qué más se puede hacer con las piernas, aparte de devorarlas con los ojos? ¿Para qué sirve el deseo?

He wanted to give her another word to say, something like luscious or whisper or strawberry. Hell, antidisestablishmentarianism would do it.

If sex were food, Rhage would haven been morbidly obese.

Tohr shook his head. If you're going to get plastered, why can't you do it like areal man. I like the taste of fruit. You are what you drink. The angel glanced up at the clock, Shit. I missed Maury. But, I DVR'd Ellen.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

Qhuinn gave in immediately, as he was categorically incapable of denying the female anything — most certainly not one of her hugs. They were even better than her lasagna.

just like peaches, he said, stripping off her panties. And I love peaches. -Wrath

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese. (Dark Lover)

McDonald's, he thought. Why couldn't she have wanted Mickey D's. Or Pizza Hut. Taco Hell—

When the coffee had finished brewing, he took the pot out from under, poured the entire sugar bowl into it, and followed that up with as much of the half-and-half as he could fit in. Then he took a test sip.

No offense," she muttered, "but fucking drink.

The door to the PT suite swung open, and Peyton appeared between the jambs with a bottle of liquor in his hand, an arousal in his pants, and the wild look in his eye of someone over the brink. In this current incarnation, the male was something right out of the Bad Idea Catalog. And what do you know ... a blond male with an able body was exactly what she wanted in her virtual shopping cart.

Come on. I'm stuffed, so I need that ice cream now.

V poured himself some Goose and sat down on the bed. The rack was covered with hardened wax, blood, her arousal, and the results of his orgasms. It had been a messy session. But the acceptable ones always were. He

dessert place that was open until one a.m. and served liquor along with chocolate thingies draped in whatever topped with blah-blah-blah on a bed of poached uh-huh, yeah.

Duende I can't remember her name. It's not as though I've been in bed with that many women. The truth is I can't even remember her face. I kind of know how strong her thighs were, and her beauty. But what I won't forget is the way she tore open the barbecued chicken with her hands, and wiped the grease on her breasts.

They spent all week saving pennies and went out Saturdays to spend fifty bucks in three hours.

because in one sense the drinker learns wisdom, in the words of Goethe or Blake or whichever it was The pathway to wisdom lies through excess

I ate another apple pie and ice cream; that's practically all I ate all the way across the country, I knew it was nutritious and it was delicious, of course.