Sexy Quotes

“Oh, this is going to be fun; he actually thinks he's teaching me something.”
― J.A. Redmerski, The Edge of Never

“Could the two people who are making out please be quiet?" the Colonel asked loudly from his sleeping bag. "Those of us who are not making out are drunk and tired.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“It doesn't matter if you're 20, 40, 60, 80, or 100. Embrace your sexy-ass self and express it!”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

“The problem isn't that I'm uncomfortable with it, the problem is that I want it!" I yelled. It was official; I'd lost it. Oh well, I wasn't known for having a long fuse.
"Are you happy? Jesus. You say something like that and then expect me to just be whatever about it. That's like teasing someone with a giant red velvet cake and then putting it in one of those glass rotating desert thingies." I wasn't my most eloquent at the moment.
"Does this mean I'm the cake?"
"Shut up, it was a metaphor."
"So you want me?"
So much it hurt. "Yes," I whispered.
"Right now?"
"Yes."
"Oh." Now he was the one who sounded nervous.
"It's just... a surprise."
"I told you I would entertain the idea."
"I know. I just didn't think you'd be so enthusiastic so soon."
"Hunter, I'm a virgin. Not a nun."
He didn't talk for a moment.
"That was the sexiest thing you've ever said. God, why do you do this to me?”
― Chelsea M. Cameron, My Favorite Mistake

“His eyes twinkled mischievously as he gazed at me with that look that always made me melt: as if I were edible and he could barely restrain himself from taking a bite.”
― Amy Plum, Die for Me

“If you can fix a problem with money, it's not really a problem.”
― Kim Kardashian

“You are unbelievably sexy.”
― Cora Carmack, Losing It

“I blink rapidly, breaking our reverie and force myself to focus on something,anything, other than his beauty. Or his body. A body I want pressed against mine, limbs and tongues twisted and tangled, our flesh contortioned into X-rated abstract art...”
― S.L. Jennings, Dark Light

“What else makes you hot?" You asking what makes me hot makes me hot.”
― Olivia Cunning, Try Me

“She pulled away from Eric's grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him.

"Let me suck you off," she said. "Please.”
― Olivia Cunning, Backstage Pass

“You are old and grey,” she teased.

“And you’re never too immortal for a spanking,” he shot back...”
― Dianna Hardy, The Demon Bride

“I'm going to be fit and slim and beautiful. I'm going on a diet as of today."
"Why? You've always said that looks don't matter and women only diet for men and life is obsessed with the superificial."
"Yes, I know, but then I thought, hey wouldn't it be fun to be sexy?”
― Melissa Nathan, Pride, Prejudice and Jasmin Field

“Kane wondered if any man in her life had really noticed how beautiful she was.”
― Dannika Dark, Closer

“It was like my uterus was tapping out a happy dance on the rest of my organs. God, I was dying the longest, most tortuous, and arousing death in the history of the world.”
― Cora Carmack

“Love Rocks The De La Cruz's World”
― P.T. Macias

“Well I guess I should ask what your name is in case I slip and touch you without getting permission, I'd like to know who's punching me." She giggled and said, "Nah, you have permission but if you need a name it’s Sindy, S-I-N, not like the girl next door, and what should I call you, besides the man I want to get naked?” He said “Keith, and if you want me to be the boy next door I can try, but I’ll probably fail.” She said- “Nope the boy next door is too much like the one whose nose I just tried to break; you can be the sexy stranger.”
― Sarina Asheford, Anticipation

“Well, with that filly in my line of vision blushing like a virgin, something in me was bound to stand at attention. And my walking legs were occupied.”
― A.G. Starling, It's a Love Game

“[Lizzie Bennington to a reporter who has asked for her opinion about Jack Archer's celebrated thighs.] “When you come back from a set down and bring the match to a final set tiebreak and are a point away from winning the match, only to have what looks like an extremely fit player call a time out because of a cramp and then watch that player sit back and casually converse and laugh while you do your best to keep your mental focus and your body moving so you don’t grow cold and cramp yourself, I hardly think you’d concern yourself with his burgeoning manhood, let alone his thighs!”
― A.G. Starling, It's a Love Game

“No, I don’t think you do, fighting isn’t the release you desire.”
― Magen McMinimy, Dark Soul

“Come on, Princess," he called to the bench, and Carlotta bounced up. She was wide like the rest of them, but no man could fairly say she was too wide. The most that could be said was that she did not have much further to go before she would have to start squeezing it in and strapping it up, which she clearly did not do now. She let it hang where it was, and it did very nicely by itself. As she passed among the boys they looked her over with unconcealed envy, as though they knew she had something they didn't have but were not quite sure what it was. One thing was certain, she got more exercise than they did.

The next to be noticed were her braids, they hung forward over her terrain, ignoring as much as possible her contours, like two shiny black meridianal lines demarking her longitudes as far down as the equator. It was not hard to imagine oneself spending a long lifetime on that bare little island alone, with no plan or ambition, too overcome with the heat to continue on south to the pole, far less return to the continents. Nothing productive could ever be accomplished there, but there would be comfort such as few men have known, there would be torpor. The body swelled with such thoughts, the mind shrank from them, and the longing eyes traveled finally up north, to where those meridians came together at a point above a bland white area vaguely charted, with few landmarks, no doubt sparsely inhabited. There the imagination halted.”
― Douglas Woolf, Wall to Wall

“I tried to curl around him, holding him with my arching body. His mouth was slow and searching, the kisses hard at first, then loosening as if unraveling from their own heat. The pleasure thickened, hard flushes rising through me, bringing the desire to full-slip ripeness.”
― Lisa Kleypas

“He looked at me with such raw need that my heart skipped a beat. He licked his lips and slowly lowered his head to mine. Does it even matter if he only wants me for my blood?”
― J.L. McCoy, Blood of the Son

“Is it possible for g.r to put the g.r page back into my computer because I lost the data.”
― Vincent Collins, No Points

“Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God!”
― Lisa Hannah Wells, Be Still My Lover's Heart

“He was working that charm right now on the trainer who kneeled before him and touched his thigh as though it were the thigh of David, Michelangelo’s glorious statue come to life right here on court.”
― A.G. Starling, It's a Love Game