He tastes of white wine and apple pie and Christian. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me while our tongues explore and curl and twist around each other, my blood heating in my veins.We're breathless when Christian pulls away.
E.L. JamesGood evening, Mrs. Grey," Christian says softly. He's standing by the piano, dressed in a tight black T-shirt, and jeans...those jeans- the ones he wore in the playroom. Oh my. They are over washed pale-blue denim, snug, ripped at the knee and hot. He saunters over to me, his feet bare, the top button of the jeans undone, his smoldering eyes never leaving mine. "Good to have you home. I've been waiting for you.
E.L. JamesA hard man is nice to find
Tom BarryTag: drama suspense erotica intrigue
At the Slavemarket:
“How is her disposition?”
“Meek as meek can be; we tried training her in the care of sheep, but they bullied her, and drove her to tears.”
Iayd turned to Fudail’s henchman Falih. Falih was a bald, fat man charged with keeping the slaves in line. His face bore scars that seemed to indicate that he had just recently tried to rob an eagle nest whilst the eagle mother was still at home. His legs stood knock-kneed and he held his groin as if something serious was amiss with the heirlooms entrusted him.
“I swear to you, she is an angel sent to earth to spread kindness,” Falih said, his voice somewhat out of pitch.
Something must be wrong, thought Iayd.
Will you dance for me? Let your breasts roam for a moment -- I need to see how they dance.'
'Okay.' She danced, and as she danced, she tried to think of the most delicious salads she could imagine -- with artichokes and sundried tomato and blue cheese dressing, and beets, lots of beets.
Tag: humor art vegetarianism food sex erotica salad beets
When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body.
Anaïs NinTag: erotica
Awww, that's sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain.
Cherise SinclairTag: erotica cherise-sinclair lean-on-me
A girl could get to hate Doms.
Cherise SinclairTag: erotica cherise-sinclair lean-on-me
I do like seeing you in chains, darlin'.
Cherise SinclairTag: erotica cherise-sinclair lean-on-me
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.
Cherise SinclairTag: erotica cherise-sinclair lean-on-me
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