Smut Quotes

Quotes tagged as "smut" (showing 1-30 of 30)
Sarah J. Maas
“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

Sarah J. Maas
“Please,” I gasped out.
He just brushed his lips against my jaw, my neck, my mouth.
“Tamlin,” I begged. He palmed my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple. I cried out, and he buried himself in me with a mighty stroke.
For a moment, I was nothing, no one.
Then we were fused, two hearts beating as one, and I promised myself it always would be that way as he pulled out a few inches, the muscles of his back flexing beneath my hands, and then slammed back into me. Again and again.
I broke and broke against him as he moved, as he murmured my name and told me he loved me. And when that lightning once more filled my veins, my head, when I gasped out his name, his own release found him. I gripped him through each shuddering wave, savoring the weight of him, the feel of his skin, his strength.
For a while, only the rasp of our breathing filled the room.
I frowned as he withdrew at last—but he didn’t go far. He stretched out on his side, head propped on a fist, and traced idle circles on my stomach, along my breasts.”
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

Sarah J. Maas
“Tamlin let out a low snarl of approval, and I bit my bottom lip as he removed his pants, along with his undergarments, revealing the proud, thick length of him. My mouth went dry, and I dragged my gaze up his muscled torso, over the panes of his chest, and then—
“Come here,” he growled, so roughly the words were barely discernable.
I pushed back the blankets, revealing my already naked body, and he hissed.”
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

R.  Matthews
“You’ll have to excuse my shock. When the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen tells me she’s a virgin… I think I’ve just hit the lottery...” - Jonathan di Luca
R. Matthews, Her Soundtrack

Alexa Riley
“Besides....... who wants a boy? The only boys in our books are the little baby ones the man hero puts inside the heroine.”
Alexa Riley

Elysia N. Fields
“Barbara had really missed her calling. She should have been a gynecologist. Nothing pleased her more than having her face between another woman’s legs.”
Elysia N. Fields

Gia Blue
“I believe that is what they call an erection. ~ Double Teamed”
Gia Blue

Victor Hugo
“One may, in a case of exigency, introduce the reader in to a nuptial chamber, not into a virginal chamber. Verse would hardly venture it, prose must not.

It is the interior of a flower that is not yet unfolded, it is whiteness in the dark, it is the private cell of a closed lily, which must not be gazed upon by man so long as the sun has not gazed upon it. Woman in the bud is sacred. That innocent bud which opens, that adorable half-nudity which is afraid of itself, that white foot which takes refuge in a slipper, that throat which veils itself before a mirror as though a mirror were an eye, that chemise which makes haste to rise up and conceal the shoulder for a creaking bit of furniture or a passing vehicle, those cords tied, those clasps fastened, those laces drawn, those tremors, those shivers of cold and modesty, that exquisite affright in every movement, that almost winged uneasiness where there is no cause for alarm, the successive phases of dressing, as charming as the clouds of dawn,—it is not fitting at all that all this should be narrated, and it is too much to have even called attention to it.”
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
tags: good, is, not, smut, thing

Louis-Ferdinand Céline
“...apparently "London" gave out my address! that's what they're saying...not just London, though! Brazzaville, too!...and said that I'm a dirty pornographer...a letch besides being the most despicable traitor of the century!...I'd make a urinal blush! that what we need is to cleanse France and the French language of this smut-writing, demoralizing, grammaclast who's sullying our sacred homeland and its literary heritage!”
Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Normance

C.D. Reiss
“I was going to break from the inside out if he didn't bend me into nameless shapes”
C.D. Reiss, Ruin

Yvonne Nicolas
“When you look at me, tease my desire with a mere gaze, it shreds the edges of my soul…
~ Ripp Collins”
Yvonne Nicolas, Rock Star Lover

Karina Halle
“Even if I only wrote erotica, I wouldn’t care what you have to say. I make people happy! Blake and I provide readers with fun and entertainment and an escape from their lives, which is a damn good thing because life is hard and really sucks sometimes. Life isn’t a fairy-tale and not everyone in gets a happily-ever-after, but in our book world they do.”
Karina Halle, Smut

Yvonne Nicolas
“Does he know you’re with me? Does he know about me? Does he know we fuck each other in our dreams every night?
~ Ripp Collins”
Yvonne Nicolas, Rock Star Lover

Michelle Hodkin
“Who is she? Who is this girl who would allow me to do this, here, now? And how am I allowed to have her?”
Michelle Hodkin, The Becoming of Noah Shaw

Yvonne Nicolas
“When you look at me, tease my desire with a mere gaze, it shreds the edges of my soul…”
Yvonne Nicolas, Rock Star Lover

Simon Sheppard
“One might—if one were, say, a gay sex writer—make a case that there's still a vibrant role for queer dirty words. While highly commodified mass-market DVD porn and its kinkier "specialty" cousins shows how sex looks, erotic texts are still the best mode to convey how sex—and its pesky cousin, desire—feels, and what it all means.”
Simon Sheppard, Homosex: Sixty Years of Gay Erotica

Michelle Hodkin
“I kiss the inside of each knee and up, farther, the roughness of my cheek raising redness on her skin.”
Michelle Hodkin, The Becoming of Noah Shaw

Pella Grace
“I didn’t know you were such a light-weight. I would have cut you off, Love Lump.”
I make a face, digging the bottle from the couch cushions. “Light-weight? This motherfucker is gone. Light-weight. Come lay on me. I’ll slap your sweet pussy swollen.”
Pella Grace, Knock Love Out

Karina Halle
“That’s what all art is for. Your creations can become anything to anyone. I’ve realized there’s nothing wrong with letting people escape for a few hours. Plus you should hear about all the sex lives I’m saving.”
Karina Halle, Smut

C.D. Reiss
“You're ruined, amore. Rovinata
C.D. Reiss

Aldous Huxley
“They had not yet learned to draw the significant but often very fine distinction between smut and pure science.”
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

Michelle M. Pillow
“We did not go about this bride thing right. I do not think women are still used to being stolen as they once were.”
“Some adjustment is to be expected.”
“It is more than that. She keeps asking for things that I do not have—her Earth clothes and something called a cheeseburger, which I recall from the mini shows as being a giant food that women enjoy eating half naked very slowly.” Kyran thought of Eve’s beautiful legs. He would very much enjoy getting her a cheeseburger”
Michelle M. Pillow, Determined Prince

Tyler Knight
“Me, shooting smut in the back of a speeding van with two white girls--bald cunts, panties around their ankles--is a game of "Pin the Felony on the Negro" waiting to happen.”
Tyler Knight, Burn My Shadow: A Selective Memory of an X-Rated Life

Pella Grace
“Snatch is an ugly word,” I say. “Like it’s going to rip my dick off. Yeah—that is an ugly motherfucking word. But pussy? It just sounds soft. Cuddly. It sounds wonderful. Pussy. I love that word.”
Pella Grace, Knock Love Out

Pella Grace
“We tangle and merge. Love and let go. No one will ever know her like I do. I’ve touched every inch of skin. I’ve explored every part of her being. I love her shy when I pull her to my hips, my lap. I love her present uncertainty for things she knows how to do so fucking good. I love her pink flushed skin all over.”
Pella Grace, Knock Love Out

Alan Bennett
“Since Betty was on the pill or took precautions of her own which Graham did not choose to enquire into, the marital bed was untrammelled by tedious prophylaxis so that what Graham had been expecting to find an onerous and even distasteful duty unexpectedly partook of a freedom and absence of restraint that he found exhilerating.”
Alan Bennett

Paul La Farge
“Clearly, you don't know much about horror, he said. Horror is premised on the experience of what we do not and cannot understand, whereas what you're talking about is mere low-class smut, which every schoolboy has encountered before he's in long pants.”
Paul La Farge, The Night Ocean

Margaret Atwood
“What did they want from it? Lechery, smut, confirmation of their worst suspicions. But perhaps some of them wanted, despite themselves, to be seduced. Perhaps they were looking for passion; perhaps they delved into this book as into a mysterious parcel - a gift box at the bottom of which, hidden in layers of rustling tissue paper, lay something they'd always longed for but couldn't ever grasp.”
Margaret Atwood

Yukio Mishima
“Me siento responsable de la carne de esta mujer, pues me desgarra dulcemente como lo hacen otras cosas que son mías. Me estremece la dulzura de su presencia: cuando me sienta temblar se volcará como la hoja de un árbol sacudido por el viento y dejará que yo vea el lado vacío de sus ojos.”
Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea

Simon Sheppard
“This excerpt includes both a cautionary tale of being caught en flagrante and a stirring defense of getting fucked.

Redeeming social value, indeed.”
Simon Sheppard, Homosex: Sixty Years of Gay Erotica