«maybe I am just used too a bit more...»
Fifty Shades of Grey may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it's certainly not lacking in shock value and undeniably smutty sex scenes. And if you want even more raunchy romance, Fifty Shades Darker doesn't disappoint. Oh yes, there are props, food foreplay, and an interesting interpration of how one should use a billiard table. These sexy Fifty Shades Darker book excerpts will likely leave you feeling ready for a cold shower.
Ana de Armas. Age: 25. My sensual caressing body groans with desire and passion. My bosom, exuding juices of life-giving moisture, calls you to know what we often know only in our sweet fantasies.
50 Shades Darker Sex Excerpts | POPSUGAR Love & Sex
Fifty Shades Freed is coming into our lives on Valentine's Day, but before you see it you need to prepare your eyeballs for what they're about to witness with a refresher of every single sex scene from the book. And there are a lot. And all of them are extremely hilariously written and NSFW. Have fun enjoying the poetic sensual musings of E. Fifty Shades Freed starts off with a flashback to Ana and Christian's first time as a married couple, which casually takes place on a plane. Also Christian licks Ana's feet so if foot fetishes aren't your thing please feel free to skip ahead.
Lesslie Polinesia. Age: 23. Hello there I'm standing aline staring at my surroundings, but my mind keeps drifting back to how good a man is when we are together. It's the simple things about man that turn me inside out; but, when we kiss, I burn raw... deep down inside. I crave that next kiss; the one that always leads to more.
The Dirtiest Excerpt from Fifty Shades of Grey
My heart is beating in time with the pulsing need in my sex as I root through the box for the lacy bits I seek. I make a mental note to always buy two pairs of panties with every set of lingerie I purchase as I hook my thumbs underneath and slip them off. I fasten the garter around my hips and as I bend to slip the silk stocking over my toes I catch sight of the perfect red hand shape on my rump in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors of the closet doors in front of the bed. The image darts straight to my core and again I have to bite my lip to stop my impatient moan from escaping. A hot flush races over my skin, almost matching the hot pink of the handprint.
I don't know about you, but I'm the kind of person who likes to maintain a level of honesty with myself. I don't like to pretend I'm a shoe when I'm a hat , you know? Shout out to my Friends fans.