Softcore Quotes

“What’s the importance of family, my love?” Mother stroked my hair as I was curled up in her lap. It was late out, the fireplace keeping us warm as an unremarkable movie played in front of us. Dad had just left us a couple of months ago.

I remember my eyes being glued to the television screen as we had the conversation, even though I wasn’t paying attention to it. Even before this was brought up, I wasn’t listening and instead paying attention to the sound of my mother’s heartbeat and the way her breathing moved in sync with it as well as her chest, moving up and down. “I don’t know, momma. So you grow up kind?”

She chuckled, placing her finger on the tip of my nose, “So that you grow up loved.”
― Beariem

“And I get to decide when you come." Ellis ground his cock against her core, knowing precisely what he was doing to her, knowing how the edges of an orgasm were already building. She was a bundle of nerves, ready to break. Ellis thrust hard against her once.
"Fuck!" Rosemary cried out, her orgasm so, so close. But then he pulled away. She contemplated begging.
"Does that all sound good to you, love?" Ellis asked, a boyish, mischievous, and all-too-smug expression on his face.
She nodded, even as she was slick with need.
"Good," Ellis smiled, before slanting his lips against hers once more.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“I could feel everything. How big he was, how wet he made me. Caspian pushed in until there was nowhere else to go. A perfect fit, making me feel so full and so hot.
His forehead came down to touch mine as he looked into my eyes. “You’re perfect, Maddie.”
My breath left me, and my whole body was on fire. I wriggled, trying to move that delicious friction inside me.
“Say it.” Caspian pulled out and I whined at the loss, the emptiness I wanted him to fill again. “Repeat what I just said.”
“Caspian…”
“Say it, Madeline,” he growled. “Say how perfect you are.”
Holy hell, this man. His gentlemanly act in front of other people was all a farce. Caspian was some kind of lust god, and I was only just finding that out now.
“I’m… perfect.”
Caspian thrust in, hard and fast, bringing with him the pressure and friction my body craved.
“You deserve love.” He pulled out again.
“I deserve love.”
This time when he thrust, I couldn’t help but let loose another sound of wound-up pleasure.
“You are smart.”
“I am smart.”
“You are patient.”
“I am patient.”
“You are stunning.”
“I am stunning.”
On and on he went, his body and hands pinning me in place so thoroughly that there was little I could do but hold on for whatever ride Caspian wanted to take me on, repeating his affirmations and earning his cock in return. I had already come just minutes before, but already he had me back at the top of that cliff, ready to plunge off again.
“Caspian—" I moaned.
“Yes, Madeline,” he said, planting a kiss on my lips. “I was waiting to hear my name on those sweet lips of yours again. Now, come for me. Let me feel all of it.”
And I did. I came so hard, completely pinned in place as the feeling of him hit me. I rode through his hard thrusts. I was barely coming down, not even finished clenching around Caspian when he groaned and his movements changed. I felt him spill into me, hot and wet when I was at my most sensitive, and I cried out again.
“Fuck, Caspian,” I panted.
“That dirty mouth of yours.” He kissed me, his face completely sated, though lust still sat heavy in his eyes.
I laughed. “You’re one to talk.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“This guy doesn’t yell. He doesn’t have to. Why raise your voice when a skin-licking whisper does the trick?
Punished.
The word sends a fresh wave of frenzied need through my veins, along with a dozen freeze-frame flashes of possibility. Pain, sex, voyeurism. I didn’t want half those things coming in here, but now? I’d take them all. Anything. All of it. Make it rough. Make it last.
He doesn’t go that way, obviously. That route is too easy for the man who made massage sexy again. I see now, with every fresh unveiling of his Machiavellian plans, that a real Dom doesn’t have to yell or hurt or make his sub do a damn thing. A real Dom suggests.
And a sub? A real sub?
Well, based on the current state of my underwear, I’m guessing a real sub begs for whatever her Dom will give her. And then begs for more.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“You feel so good in me,” she breathed, and he made a pained sound. He was fighting his own orgasm while hers was flickering into fire. Her whole body felt hot, and when he kissed her breasts, she whispered that she was starting to come. He kissed her hard and then buried his face in her neck, thrusting deeply and keeping his pace as she suddenly felt everything disappear. The twisting tightness in her body rippled and then broke apart. She came hard, floating in the most beautiful place in the world. A place between asleep and awake, where an orgasm ripped the mask away— insisting that she see the true beauty in herself. In everything.
This was normally a momentary bliss, soon followed by cold reality, but not with him. With him, the moment lingered. The feelings didn’t dissipate; they grew stronger.
The erotic ache between her legs was only minorly soothed by her orgasm, and when he came moments later, she knew that her perfume was all over him and that what they’d done was just a tiny canapé compared to what was going to come.
They lay together, breathing audibly for a few minutes before she finally met his gaze. His pupils were fully dilated and he looked at her with unabashed desire. She knew she should make some charismatic quip, perhaps something about ruining the sofa.
But she was still drunk with arousal, so she said, “I love how you fuck me.”
― Elle McNicoll, Unapologetic Love Story

“The journey upstairs was an unreliable memory in Raina’s mind. She remembered only him on her as they staggered into her room. Falling back against the bed, him following behind her with intent that made her feel boneless.
He choked out her name the second time around. On the third, she lazily rode him until he lost control. When he took her from behind, there was something primal about it, making her feel pleasure in a way that was completely new. She took the pillowcase between her teeth and huffed out a breath as he moved in her, building from beautiful slowness to an unforgiving rhythm that made her scream.
When he kissed her, he held her face in both of his hands as though she were something precious to him. The animalistic was merged with a fierce sort of tenderness and it left both of them exhausted.
The food downstairs was completely forgotten. Raina was not hungry.
She’d indulged in a different kind of feast. She was completely satisfied.”
― Elle McNicoll, Unapologetic Love Story

“Couldn't help but hear the part where you want someone to take care of you."
Oh. Did I really say that? I guess I must have. "I didn't mean, you know, financially. Like that Sugar Daddy from earlier was into."
"Oh, I know." His voice is a warm whisper. "You meant take care of your pleasure.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com