“And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?”

— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir, Share via Whatsapp

“Trust the process”

— Niccolo from F.U.C.K., Share via Whatsapp

“I do like seeing you in chains, darlin .”

— Cherise Sinclair, Lean on Me, Share via Whatsapp

“You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.”

— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir, Share via Whatsapp

“The fun we’ll have tonight is called figging.”

— Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir, Share via Whatsapp

“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.”

— Anaïs Nin, Share via Whatsapp

“Don t get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.”

— E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey, Share via Whatsapp

“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.”

— E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed, Share via Whatsapp

“Listen, I m bossy. I can t help it. It s who I am and what I do. I m pushy and I like to take over. But I m going to work really hard not to do so much and your going to try and accept me the way I am. Flaws and all. Because I m good in bed and I can carry heavy things and reach all the high shelves.”

— Lauren Dane, Coming Undone, Share via Whatsapp

“I had a feeling that Pandora s box contained the mysteries of woman s sensuality, so different from a man s and for which man s language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored.”

— Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, Share via Whatsapp

“Possess. Have. Hold. Enjoy. Control. Dominate. Pick your verb, Ms. Fairchild. I intend to explore so very many of them.”

— J. Kenner, Release Me, Share via Whatsapp

“She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together.”

— Selena Kitt, A Baumgartner Reunion, Share via Whatsapp

“I was not crying - eyes water. I think we all know I m a badass and I don t cry. - Caleb”

— C.J. Roberts, Epilogue, Share via Whatsapp

“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.”

— Joey W. Hill, Hostile Takeover, Share via Whatsapp

“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. James, Fifty Shades Freed, Share via Whatsapp

“Kings bring sand to the beach and build castles”

— Niccolo from F.U.C.K., Share via Whatsapp

“I moaned then, tilting my head back to give him better access. His hands clamped on my waist, then moved—one going to cup my rear, the other sliding between us. This—this moment, when it was him and me and nothing between our bodies … His tongue scraped the roof of my mouth as he dragged a finger down the center of me, and I gasped, my back arching. “Feyre,” he said against my lips, my name like a prayer more devout than any Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron on that dark solstice morning. His tongue swept my mouth again, in time to the finger that he slipped inside of me. My hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of him, and his growl reverberated in my chest as he added another finger. I moved on him. Lightning lashed through my veins, and my focus narrowed to his fingers, his mouth, his body on mine. His palm pushed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and I groaned his name as I shattered”

— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury, Share via Whatsapp