“Chocolate s better than sex any day.”
“How can any woman not enjoy that? We re sensual beings, we love that.”
“La lujuria no domina mis andares; pero en mi cuerpo, un reflejo involuntario te confiesa mis deseos”
“As he pulled the crayon out; The world was painted in glowing scarlet...”
“The thing is, how do you expect to fuck dirty if you can’t even talk it?”
“Oh God, can I keep you? You don’t need batteries, do you?”
“He had the face of an angel, but he f**ked like a devil.”
“And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?”
“She knew that dark place all warriors go.”
“Trust the process”
“I do like seeing you in chains, darlin .”
“If my Master is lost, I ll find him. I ll lead him back to himself, because to serve doesn t always mean to follow.”
“You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.”
“The fun we’ll have tonight is called figging.”
“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.”
“Don t get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.”
“Good 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.”