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“It doesn't matter if you're 20, 40, 60, 80, or 100. Embrace your sexy-ass self and express it!”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

“His eyes twinkled mischievously as he gazed at me with that look that always made me melt: as if I were edible and he could barely restrain himself from taking a bite.”
― Amy Plum, Die for Me

“What else makes you hot?" You asking what makes me hot makes me hot.”
― Olivia Cunning, Try Me

“She pulled away from Eric's grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him.

"Let me suck you off," she said. "Please.”
― Olivia Cunning, Backstage Pass

“You are old and grey,â€� she teased.

“And you’re never too immortal for a spanking,â€� he shot back...”
― Dianna Hardy, The Demon Bride

“I'm going to be fit and slim and beautiful. I'm going on a diet as of today."
"Why? You've always said that looks don't matter and women only diet for men and life is obsessed with the superificial."
"Yes, I know, but then I thought, hey wouldn't it be fun to be sexy?”
― Melissa Nathan, Pride, Prejudice and Jasmin Field

“Love Rocks The De La Cruz's World”
― P.T. Macias

“Well I guess I should ask what your name is in case I slip and touch you without getting permission, I'd like to know who's punching me." She giggled and said, "Nah, you have permission but if you need a name it’s Sindy, S-I-N, not like the girl next door, and what should I call you, besides the man I want to get naked?â€� He said “Keith, and if you want me to be the boy next door I can try, but I’ll probably fail.â€� She said- “Nope the boy next door is too much like the one whose nose I just tried to break; you can be the sexy stranger.”
― Sarina Asheford, Anticipation

“Come on, Princess," he called to the bench, and Carlotta bounced up. She was wide like the rest of them, but no man could fairly say she was too wide. The most that could be said was that she did not have much further to go before she would have to start squeezing it in and strapping it up, which she clearly did not do now. She let it hang where it was, and it did very nicely by itself. As she passed among the boys they looked her over with unconcealed envy, as though they knew she had something they didn't have but were not quite sure what it was. One thing was certain, she got more exercise than they did.

The next to be noticed were her braids, they hung forward over her terrain, ignoring as much as possible her contours, like two shiny black meridianal lines demarking her longitudes as far down as the equator. It was not hard to imagine oneself spending a long lifetime on that bare little island alone, with no plan or ambition, too overcome with the heat to continue on south to the pole, far less return to the continents. Nothing productive could ever be accomplished there, but there would be comfort such as few men have known, there would be torpor. The body swelled with such thoughts, the mind shrank from them, and the longing eyes traveled finally up north, to where those meridians came together at a point above a bland white area vaguely charted, with few landmarks, no doubt sparsely inhabited. There the imagination halted.”
― Douglas Woolf, Wall to Wall

“I tried to curl around him, holding him with my arching body. His mouth was slow and searching, the kisses hard at first, then loosening as if unraveling from their own heat. The pleasure thickened, hard flushes rising through me, bringing the desire to full-slip ripeness.”
― Lisa Kleypas