Kinky Quotes

“Just erotic. Nothing kinky. It's the difference between using a feather and using a chicken.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“Visitors are not permitted to see me twice. You will have to join the cult in order to do so. If the visitor sees me for the second time, he does not recognize me.”
― Rebecca Harlem, The Pink Cadillac

“The intercourse was over in no time. That intercourse gave Karl a feeling of unprecedented pleasure. On the other hand, it failed to bring back Luna to reality, as she had been floating into another dimension. And it left Fiona with a deep hatred for Luna.”
― Rebecca Harlem, The Pink Cadillac

“So you've just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn't love you. In fact, he has odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“The trees, in both Earth and Heaven, exist in the same form.”
― Rebecca Harlem, The Pink Cadillac

“Eventually I fell asleep in the Rabies and Lycanthropy section. Woolsey bites on occasion, and I'm concerned.' - Magnus Bane”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“Tie me up, please..." Chantal said. They looked above at some vines and roots hanging down from the grassy area above the depression in the canal they were standing in. She was in his hands—he had to comply.

A little bit of kink was one of the most delicious of erotic pleasures. Catholic school girls were often the horniest—Brett could hardly contain his elation.”
― Jess C Scott, Catholic School Girls Rule

“What turns me on is not what I do to your body, it is what I do to your mind”
― Dirty Archangel, Lust is My Favorite Sin

“Sex is as much about opening yourself and showing your sexuality to another human being as it is about allowing them to show you theirs. If you want your lover to expand their horizons with you, it’s vital that you give them the same courtesy of hearing their secrets without making them feel creepy about it.”
― Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed

“He looks at the bathtub, where I’m lounging like Cleo-fucking-patra. He looks at the bubbles surrounding my body like a fluffy white cloud. And then he looks at Winston.
“Dude,” I blurt out. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Nope, nope, nope, I don’t want to know!” Logan throws his hands in the air and starts backing toward the door as if he accidentally walked into a lion’s den. He halts. Snatches his pants off the rack. Continues backing away. His eyes once again focus on the pink dildo two inches from my hand. I try again. “I promise you, it’s not—” “I don’t want to know.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“Now I really feel sorry for her. Your hand is as bad as Rob’s paddle,” Cassie shuddered.
“Thank you.”
“I didn’t mean it as a compliment!”
― Breanna Hayse, Time Out

“What was she going to do with two Drustans?
A kinky part of her proposed something unmentionable and rather fascinating. Really, if they were both him, it wouldn't be like she was cheating on anyone.”
― Karen Marie Moning

“The bonding ceremony is a walk through our peers, a family member or friend usually leads those to be bonded down that path with a white laced leash.”

“You want me to wear a collar!” He placed a hand around his neck instinctively.

Lorn lifted a dark eyebrow. “The leash doesn't go around your neck.” He glanced between Kallen’s legs.”
― James Cox, A Need for Heroes

“Do you ever wear leather?" the guy asks.
"What?"
"Leather. Do you like leather?"
"It doesn't exactly wipe me out."
"I like to see boys in leather."
I look at him cool. "Okay," I say, "what is it you want and how much are you willing to pay for it?"
"I've got a leather jacket upstairs...Would you put it on?"
"Just put it on?"
"I'll go and get it."
He leaves the horror hole and returns a few minutes later holding a leather flying jacket with a lambswool collar. There are tears in the jacket's sleeves, and the lambswool is yellow with age. John Wayne could've worn it in one of those crappy war films he made. "Put it on," the guy says.
I give him a spiky smile and put on the jacket. "Okay, where's the plane, and what time's take-off?"
"Drop your jeans and turn around.”
― Eric Bishop-Potter

“CHLOE GET YOUR LESBIAN ASS OUT OF HERE WITH THOSE COLLARBONES”
― Claudia Pantano

“I forced myself to look at my collection of whips and chains and clamps and spikes and balls and leather and latex and ask; ‘who am I?”
― DX, Shackled

“It's time to stop being ashamed. Untold tens of thousands of people share the desire to redden each other's backsides in a loving and consensual manner, and have enhanced their lives and their sexuality by doing so. Why on earth should anybody be ashamed of having more ways to get aroused than their neighbor has? Seems to me that such a person should feel lucky, not guilty.”
― Janet W. Hardy, Spanking for Lovers

“Kinky individuals lose their jobs, lose custody of their kids and have their names blemished irreparably for their sexual predilections. They’re labelled rapists and paedophiles because of their connections to the BDSM community. Funnily enough, the journalists who vilify these individuals for their kinks are the same journalists who write articles championing the Fifty Shades of Grey franchise.”
― Vanessa de Largie

“Every erotic sufferer, or inflicter of suffering, occasionally feels the pang of desire for
"reality," the quest to turn the delicate interplay of symbols into something more poignant and immediate. It is at this time that partners begin talk of disposing of safewords, of consensual nonconsent, of "no way out" scenes.”
― Janet W. Hardy, Spanking for Lovers

“And let's face it: the sounds and sensations and sights of spanking someone - the whimpers and moans and cries, the writhing and wiggling and clenching, the skin turning rosy and warm - are very, very sexy.”
― Janet W. Hardy, Spanking for Lovers

“The experience of pleasant pain is familiar to many, perhaps most, people. (Not you? Think again: ever enjoyed the pleasant muscle ache of a good day's exercise, or the challenging burn of a spicy curry?) Many more, although they may not be consciously aware of it, also have some experience with erotically arousing pain: biting, scratching, pinching, mild hair-pulling and hickeys have an honored place in many folks' sexual repertoire. If seeking out and/or eroticizing pain is sick, then it's a sickness about as rare as the common cold.”
― Janet W. Hardy, Spanking for Lovers

“You want to play innocent? That the kind of person who spends their lives projecting their voice into a lamb or lizard isn't into some kinky shit when the lights go out?”
― Thomm Quackenbush, The Road to Vent Haven

“Come on, break the road rules with me. Live on the dark side. Step outside the box and have mind-blowing sex outside of the bedroom for once. Who knew you were so vanilla?”

He side-eyes me quickly before focusing back on the road. “If I remember correctly, we had some damn hot sex up against a wall not that long ago.”

“Whoa, wild child, settle down. Ten feet outside the bedroom is too crazy.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Limits?" he growled against Day's ear.

Day didn't hesitate, his words coming out in a breathless rush. "No penetrative sex. No water sports. No blood play. No humiliation. All my results are negative, and my safeword is unicorn. You?"

Jackson chuckled. Day was... something else. Something completely different than anything Jackson had encountered before. "The same?"

Day stopped, leveling a serious look at Jackson. "Your safeword is unicorn too? Weird.”
― Onley James, Infuriating

“Blood dripped from Daniel’s blade as he stood with his arms at his sides. The blade was a special one, made just for him. Even his name was carved into its heavy handle.

Nieto.

They’d made love with that knife, taking turns pressing the ridiculously sharp tip into each other’s heated skin as they took as one and gave as the same. By the time they’d reached climax, the bedding had been stained red, solidifying who they were.

What they were.”
― Avril Ashton, Dig Your Grave

“Give him a few days to realise our little wife isn’t as breakable as we feared,” Vidrol said, pulling out a chair on my other side. He winked at me. “Once he realises the possibilities, as I have, his mood will improve greatly.”

“You’re sick,” Fjor muttered.

“Terminally,”
― Jane Washington, A Castle of Ash

“Her mate had a girlfriend. Or at least he was sexually active. Or … just really into people swinging from the ceiling? She didn’t understand what the weird text was about. Maybe it was a settlement thing. Maybe the ceiling-swinging was a settlement thing too.”
― Jane Washington, Tourner

“Tell Daddy how much you love being the only girl who gets to fuck his face.”
― Nenia Campbell, Sine Qua Non

“.."“They made a TV series out of the books I loaned her, and we’re going to watch it.”
“Can’t you do that after—”
“Nope. If it has to be sexual for it to be approved time, we’ll watch it naked. I’ll eat Milk Duds from between her tits. Whatever it is, she’s with me and Hero tonight.”..”
― Grace McGinty, The Daymakers

“His deep voice is oddly soothing. I want the pain he’s promising, and the praise that I know will follow.
The flat part of the spoon smacks against my backside. I startle at the sting, then moan.
“You know what I want to hear,” he murmurs. “Give it to me.”
Another whack, harder this time. Desperate heat blooms throughout my body. My mind narrows to the here and now, discarding idle thoughts about if I’m too eager, if this is too dirty, how the cries tumbling from my lips sound to him, whether I’m attractive enough in this position. It’s freeing. Intoxicating, the way he grounds me. He murmurs praise in between each spank, rubs my clit to distract from the sting. It isn’t long before each touch feels like exquisite torture, the pleasure and pain so entwined I’m not sure where one ends and the other begins.
I’m going to come like this, and we both know it, and I don’t want to hold back when it hits.
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice is hoarse. He tugs my braid; gives my bottom another firm smack. His hand, this time, not the spoon. My core clenches at the intimacy of it; the way his fingers dig into my tender flesh. “Fucking gorgeous. I’m dying to get inside you.”
“Please,” I breathe. I want him to spear me open, inch by delicious inch. I want him everywhere. “Jack, please, I need it.”
“If you’re good and come first.” He gives the braid a harder pull. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
My scream echoes in the gleaming steel of the kitchen as my climax crashes through me. It’s ferocious, pulling from some primal place I can’t quite name. I’d be embarrassed with anyone else, in any other situation; but I’m with Jack, and he’s spinning me around, and we’re tumbling to the floor together in a chaotic cloud of flour and breathless kissing. Sex has never felt like this. I’ve never felt like this. So utterly myself, with no concessions.”
― Grace Reilly, Yes, Chef