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“I heard him sweeping with the broom, and then he suddenly stopped.

I had obviously got his attention, and he was looking.

Take a good look, honey, I thought. Take a good look at what I’m offering.

I liked the sound of that silence. Do you know what I mean? Have you heard that silence yourself?

I love that silence you get, when a man who you fancy notices your body.

In a weird way, it’s so loud, it’s deafening.

It could be because of the way you sway your hips, your legs, or thrust your breasts.

And you just know his erection is talking to him, about what he’d like to do to your body. How he’d like to have his delightfully wicked way with you, undress you, smother your naked skin with hungry urgent kisses, and thrust his hard and moist cock deep inside the pouting red lips of your mouth�

I think you get my drift.

There’s a lovely tension in that moment; I call it the lust moment.

When a sexy man sees what you’ve deliberately put out on offer, and he stops in his steps as his lust lights up his mind, and puts him on a new track.”
― Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual

“I want you to fuck me, Chris,â€� I said, lustfully whispering the words into his ear as he planted kisses on my neck.

His lips were wild and yearning, eagerly devouring me.”
― Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual

“Seeing that a simple pressure of the hand
Can make the symbol of my senses stand,
What if I saw your body, where unite
The lure of water and the gold of light.”
― Henry M. Christman, Gay Tales and Verses from the Arabian Nights

“What turns us on (or off) is learned from culture, in much the same way children learn vocabulary and accents from culture.”
― Emily Nagoski, Come as You Are: The Surprising New Science that Will Transform Your Sex Life

“I sit at my desk at 2 in the morning, desperately trying to remind myself that Miss Greenberg is a lady. A lady whose beauty far surpasses what I noticed when we first met. A lady with lovely curves, delightful freckles dusting the bridge of her nose, and a mouth that will now haunt my dreams--- but a lady nonetheless.
It would appear that I must also remind a certain traitorous part of my anatomy--- one that has not responded thusly to a woman in over one hundred years--- of this fact as well.”
― Jenna Levine, My Roommate Is a Vampire

“By the time he returned, she'd positioned herself on her mattress wearing only a Marvel Universe T-shirt featuring all her favorite Avengers. Liam collapsed on the bed beside her, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she had nothing on underneath.
"What's wrong?" She snuggled against him, head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart.
"I can't move." He groaned again as he pulled her into his side. "Everything hurts. My hands are covered in cuts. I have thorns in places thorns shouldn't be, and bruises in places I don't want to think about."
"That's too bad." Daisy took his hand and placed fit on her bare bottom. "No Avengers protectors down here today. I guess you won't be able to take advantage."
He squeezed her ass, a low, contented rumble vibrating in his chest. "I'm starting to feel better.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“His cock was throbbing, the crown oozing with his sexual juice. He stabilized her and partook of an unhurried flex against her cleft.
As though she'd been poked with a pin, she jerked upright. "Why do you keep doing that?"
"Doing what?" He pretended innocence, flattening her against his erection, and feasting with another leisurely flex.
"That thrusting motion. It just feels so... so..."
"Extraordinary?"
"Yes. But naughty, too. And forbidden." She wedged herself more fully along the crest of his phallus. "My body seems to fathom what you propose, when I've no notion myself."
"Absolutely." His wanton fingers slipped under the hem of her chemise and petted the smooth skin of her thighs.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Looking angry and alive, the attachment was red and distended, with a bulbous head and purple, ropy veins. It protruded from a nest of his dark hair, two sacs dangling beneath, and her visual assessment made it extend out toward her in entreaty.
She hazarded a glance at him, and he lay silent and still, studying her with an impersonal, glacial intensity.
Had he planned to shock her? To have her tearful and swooning? To send her stumbling from the room in offense and alarm?
He was motivated by deep, unfathomable issues that she couldn't hope to understand. The chances were great that he'd merely instigated this as a bizarre diversion in order to gain a response from her, but if the man thought she was some prim, squeamish miss, he obviously didn't know her very well. She was fascinated, enthralled, and ardent to explore.
"It's larger than I supposed."
"I'm aroused."
"It changes size?" Her eyes widened with astonishment, and he chuckled at her naïveté.
"Usually, it's flaccid and harmless." Tensing his stomach muscles, the extraordinary appendage inflated even more. "But not when I'm here with you like this. I'm so hard for you. I ache with my desire."
There was a husky tone in his voice, a desperation that plucked at her common sense, leaving her reckless and rash, and just then, she'd have performed any impulsive feat he requested.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“It wouldn't have done to return with his cock making a tent in his plaid. Which is what it had been doing when he'd left Claray. Fortunately, it had calmed down and deflated during the trek back. Unfortunately, his emotions hadn't calmed down along with it.
Conall's thoughts were in utter chaos at the moment. Half of his mind was recalling how sweet Claray had tasted when he kissed her. How her moans and mewls and gasps of pleasure had excited him. How her kisses, though inexpert at first, had quickly become as hungry and demanding as his own. How her nails had dug into the skin of his back and shoulders as she urged him on. And how her body had responded to his touch, her nipples pebbling, her body writhing and rising to meet his caresses. The feel of her warm slick excitement as he'd delved between her legs to caress her had almost driven him mad with the need to plunge into all that wet heat. He still wanted to.”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Wolf

“Are you wearing a suit?" I felt behind me, stroked my hand over his thigh. "Feels like jeans."
"You're making it very difficult to be a gentleman," he said. "I think we should keep the below-the-belt stroking for later.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist