Thank goodness it wasn't real sex. — Lana Cox, Dirty College: Real Sex Education
Thank goodness it wasn't real sex. — Lana Cox, Dirty College: Real Sex Education
Thank goodness it wasn't real sex. — Lana Cox, Dirty College: Real Sex Education
Thank goodness it wasn't real sex. — Lana Cox, Dirty College: Real Sex Education
Thank goodness it wasn't real sex. — Lana Cox, Dirty College: Real Sex Education
Download Customize

Thank goodness it wasn't real sex.

— Lana Cox, Dirty College: Real Sex Education
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
erotica sexual abuse sexuality

More “Erotica” Quotes

Tell me you like it, Olivia. Say the words. Tell me I'm the only one who can set your body on fire like this. — T.K. Leigh, A Beautiful Mess
Baby, I held back today to let you get over all you've been through. But don't let that mislead you. You wouldn't be her — Lisa Renee Jones, Revealing Us
It was everything I hoped it would be. I want you to know I would have waited another sixteen years to be able to feel t — Jessica Ingro, Love Square
She’s right, and yet my blood pumps faster, just thinking about having her naked and willingly at my mercy. I can’t help — Lisa Renee Jones, The Master Undone
My head drops back and I have a fleeting out-of-body moment where I see myself in the window, my hands tied above my hea — Lisa Renee Jones, Revealing Us
I'm gonna take you right here on this table, Scar, so every time you're sitting here working, all you'll be able to thin — Lola Stark, Tattered Love
I want to discover every hidden secret of your body and a thousand ways to make you scream my name. — Jennifer Probst, The Marriage Merger
I'm going to make you come harder and longer than you ever have before, baby, and I'm going to feel every shudder, every — J. Kenner, Complete Me
You've done proper already, and it hasn't worked. It's time you do dirty. — Jennifer Probst, The Marriage Merger
You could have fucked me ’til your uncut, overexposed on the blogs, ‘too ginormous for my snatch’ pecker fell off. And I — Avery Aster, Undressed
and the wind gathered the leaves as a mother gathers her children and blew them irrevocably, lovingly, into the haunted — Elliot Mabeuse, The Moth's Song: And Other Stories
The feel of her skin as she struggled beneath, the life inside, the death without. The breaching of life and death, of s — Mav Skye, Wanted: Single Rose