#male

All of the philosophers I studied were white (with a few Eastern exceptions), and, for that matter, they were all male. Africa, the cradle of civilization, seemed to have no footing in the highest form of human thought. ↗

— Walter Mosley

#civilization #cradle #eastern #exceptions #few

A dangerous flicker of energy passes between us, and I see his pupils dilate as arousal floods his body. His mouth finds me aggressively, and his lips close around mine, pushing his tongue inside my mouth; claiming me. I melt into the kiss, aware that his hungry cock will soon be mirroring the actions of his hot tongue, but this time in my tight arsehole. ↗

— Felicity Brandon

#anal-sex #bdsm #bdsm

Within seconds, his hand is inside my panties. Now he can feel just how much I am enjoying this. I think I hear him laugh quietly, but I still can’t see his face. My body is alive with sensation, and he probes his fingers deep inside me. He moves in and out, creating a satisfying rhythm of his own. This time I really moan out loud and nearly collapse backwards, falling onto his body behind me. He catches me casually, and pushes me back to my feet, before continuing. ↗

— Felicity Brandon

#bdsm-sex #punishment #spanking #bdsm

I had lunch with my brothers,” Mark said, his face serious. “While you were still asleep. They told me. About Corey and that stupid set-up you agreed to where you’d pretend not to be my wife . . .” “I never agreed to pretend not to be your wife,” Dylan said. Mark’s face grew serious then. “That’s what it amounted to in the end though, didn’t it? You pulled away from me in exchange for me getting . . . what?” “Your career back,” Dylan said. “Your life.” “Dylan, you’re my life. You. ↗

— Nia Forrester

#dylan #fame #mark #marriage #the-seduction-of-dylan-acosta

I, Rooster John Byron, hereby place a curse Upon the Kennet and Avon Council, May they wander the land for ever, Never sleep twice in the same bed, Never drink water from the same well, And never cross the same river twice in a year. He who steps in my blood, may it stick to them Like hot oil. May it scorch them for life, And may the heat dry up their souls, And may they be filled with the melancholy Wine won't shift. And all their newborn babies Be born mangled, with the same marks, The same wounds of their fathers. Any uniform which brushes a single leaf of this wood Is cursed, and he who wears it this St George's Day, May he not see the next. ↗

— Jez Butterworth

#curse #malediction #vengeance #life

There are plenty of images of women in science fiction. There are hardly any women. ↗

— Joanna Russ

#male-gaze #science-fiction #women #science

He sighs with satisfaction, as he falls back into his chair, smiling. Still fully dressed in his expensive suit, he’s absolutely spent after f**king the life out of me. ↗

— Felicity Brandon

#bdsm-sex #spanking #life

I felt a little uncomfortable because, when I went in to the military, I was the main male vocalist they had and when I came out they had like two or three vocalists. Otis came in when I was in the military, too. ↗

— William Bell

#came #felt #had #i #i came

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made my ovaries ache deep in my belly. ↗

— Emme Rollins

#alpha-heroes #alpha-males #erotic #erotic-romance #erotica

Female performers have been doing this for years - pushing the envelope about sexuality - and the minute a man does it, everybody freaks out. ↗

— Adam Lambert

#been #does #doing #envelope #everybody