Interracial Romance Quotes

Drink from the fountain of love where every drop is eternal passion.

I don’t know you, not because I didn’t ask the right questions, but because you never trusted me enough to let me in. You’re right about me, I want more. I want all of you.

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I don’t know you, not because I didn’t ask the right questions, but because you never trusted me enough to let me in. You’re right about me, I want more. I want all of you.

The girl you’re looking for no longer exists. She died thirteen years ago. The woman who’s left, she’s just a bartender.

There is something immensely scary about putting yourself out there for people to love or hate you, fan or pan you, review or screw you.

Be nice to his family. Pretend not to notice the way their house smells. Pretend to like their food. Mimic their barbaric customs at the dinner table.

Night and the day, when united, Bring forth the beautiful light.

Having something forbidden is exciting, don't you agree?

So,” Lauren said. “You help ghosts with unfulfilled wishes cross over to the astral plane for judgment.” “Yes.” “And you hunt demons.” “Yes.” “And you’re married to an angel.” “Yes.” She paused. “…so basically, you’re Dean Winchester.” I made an exasperated sound. “I am NOT.” She smirked. “Yeah, sure.

That was out of line.” “No, it wasn’t, querida.” He smiled, the devastating smile she found irresistible. “You’re my wife, and you do have an amazing mouth.

He was such a great lover. He was so male, so thoroughly a man that she felt all the rewards of being his woman." (showing 0-0 of 0) (0.04 seconds)

He wanted more, as did I, but we still had a ways to go. I wasn’t a tease and my demands seemed pretty reasonable: always be honest and try not to eat me. ~ Sam, Living Violet

I prescribe a quick jerk off in the shower and a return to sanity. (Dr. Hugo Peralta)

The standard of matrimony is erected by affection and purity, and does not depend upon the height, or bulk, or color, or wealth, or poverty of individuals. Water will seek its level; nature will have free course; and heart will answer to heart.

Lacing my fingers through his, I studied them. His fingers were so much longer than mine, and I envisioned what those fingers could do. And how long they would take to do it before they sent me over the edge. - Lacey

Unless Robbie and Chris wanted to her to be a surrogate mother, this would be her first and last pregnancy. She and morning sickness were not seeing eye-to-eye.

Don't think about that. Just believe I'll be okay.

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

Everyone needs beauty. Even beautiful people" From "Central Park Song

It's not how long you see something. It's how you intensely you feel it" From Central Park Song: a Screenplay

I love it when a woman can emotionally bring her man to his knees, and when he, in turn, pushes her to and over the edge when they make love. Give me Romance, Sex, Love and HEAs. Always.

Eva burst out laughing, remembering the complete wardrobe makeover she'd had to perform on Alexei after she opened his closet and found some of the busiest open-collared, polyester dress shirts known to man.

I saw the last piece of innocence unfurl inside of her. -Nick Plato (from the story Platonick)

When you look at me, tease my desire with a mere gaze, it shreds the edges of my soul… ~ Ripp Collins

Prince Harry marrying Meghan Markle says more about him than any historian could ever write.

The one young officer swung his horse around, came back, and leaned over into Penthe's face. She did not look at him. "Are you free, Miss?" "I am free. Free from everyone, but my lover. He has stolen my heart and soul forever.

People look at interracial couples through their own, distorting racial lens. It doesn't matter what form they take.

A white person can date a Black person and still be racist.

When you look at me, tease my desire with a mere gaze, it shreds the edges of my soul…

If he sees you in this apartment he will seriously murder you and then break up with me.  And I really, really don’t want him to break up with me, Linc.” “But murdering me, that’s all good?

You know what I want? I just want you to be open to the fact that I am a woman. I’ve got emotions. I’ve got expectations. I cry. I laugh. And I was drawn to you because, first, you are a handsome man. But, secondly, after spending the time that we’ve spent, I just have an intuition that you’re the type of man who can appreciate a good woman. I really don’t care about your past and how many women you’ve screwed.

Prostitution was illegal in Kenya and was culturally a taboo. But what was a young orphaned girl with little education to do when she had to fend for three of her younger siblings? As she watched the waves hit the shores, she noticed a young handsome man staring at her from a distance.

Sometimes you have to endure what you hate in order to accomplish what you love.

Panty-melting” — Mary Johnston

He controlled her with each thrust, damn near stamping his name on her privates-in all caps, bolded, so she'd never forget who it belonged to.

A cautionary tale I had carried with me from China, and which I firmly believed, was that anyone who attempted to have a foreign lover would be drugged and carted back to China in a jute sack.

*****WARNING: ADULT CONTENT INTENDED FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE****** “Her pussy juices welled into the cunt as Larry continued to pound it hard and fast, his dick making a sloshing sound in the pussy. As he fucked her like a whore, he felt his cock starting to explode. “I’m coming, I'm coming!

And I know, I’m sitting here next to my white best friend but it’s almost as if I giving Khalil, Daddy, Seven, and every other black guy in my life a big, loud “fuck you” by having a white boyfriend.

Brielle suddenly felt her libido skittering across an ice-covered pond, heading for impact. And on the other side of that pond was Matthew Montgomery, the immovable object, preparing to break her fall.

Ridiculous! I couldn’t marry, mate, or whatever it entailed with Zane. He was a werewolf. With my assorted background I was all for interracial relationships. Interspecies? — The jury was still out on that possibility.

MASSIMO: "After all I have done, to have you love me is nothing less than a miracle." BELINDA: He was wrong. Loving him was the easiest thing in the world. That they’d found each other after their respective histories was the miracle.

Alabama’s highest court affirmed the convictions, using language that dripped with contempt for the idea of interracial romance: The evil tendency of the crime [of adultery or fornication] is greater when committed between persons of the two races. . . . Its result may be the amalgamation of the two races, producing a mongrel population and a degraded civilization, the prevention of which is dictated by a sound policy affecting the highest interests of society and government.

Damn, she better get her imagination under control or she was going to be in trouble. She stole another glance in his direction, her eyes locked onto the bulge in his lap. Well lookie there. Maybe I’m not the only one having carnal thoughts

Her father was an intimidating man who held fast to his belief in his African heritage; that black should not marry white to avoid racial confusion. She was in love with a white man whose mother wished to keep her family's heritage intact by not crossbreeding with another race.

Is it really true that the only good thing a Blackman can offer in a relationship with a white woman is thunderous sex? Of course, sex plays a vital healing role in every loving relationship. That is a fact of life. But, as we discover in the story of Glasgow Kiss, sex is not always the only thing that occupies a Blackman’s mind. On the contrary, when a man is as passionate, dedicated, committed and determined as Mamadu is to fight and hold onto his true love, irrespective of the numerous challenges he faces, he is able show that it is far more important to pay attention to his heartbeat than the growing erection in his trousers!

Christ, woman, were you ever going to say anything?” He grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her down the hall to the single bathroom. “Get out of that shirt.

BELINDA: People say you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead. I say tell the truth. The dead will know what God will tell them. So start talking.

DURANTE:Your children are rather mentally unstable. Particularly the girls. Must I put up with them all?

DURANTE: They are eighteen year olds in half centenarians’ bodies.

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Body language translation: hell yes, dipshit

When you become the queen, you gotta make the tough decisions.

David Hudson was rising in the political field. As a senator from New York, he had it all – good looks, a well-known family name and the finances to go with it, but for David, it was never enough. He graduated from an Ivy League school at the top of his class, and his parents were political royalty in America so he grew up in the spotlight with all of the luxuries one could imagine.

Intuitively, she sensed Leonardo’s gaze on her, and she caught sight of him near the entrance to the balcony. He was watching her, though he should have been engrossed in the conversation with the two other people with whom he was standing, one of which was the redhead. Even from that distance across the room, she could sense his desire for her, and there was an answering pounding of the blood in her veins as their gazes locked. Maybe it was the kiss between Russell and Joan and the romantic notion of long-lasting love, but Alexa found her thoughts straying to memories of sharing passionate kisses with Leonardo. She carefully placed her glass of wine on the table before it slipped from her damp fingers and crashed onto the expensive white carpet. She felt nervous and jittery because she knew the reason for Leonardo’s smoldering scrutiny. She was fully aware of what was expected of her, and she found herself breathlessly anticipating the end of the evening.

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Swap out one of these men with the mute, and I’ll be right as rain,” Randy said from his spot near the kitchen entrance. “Thought we were besties,” Bride mumbled into the shot of rum she’d pilfered from Randy’s cabinet.

A kiss is desire... A kiss is implied need... A kiss is the promise of things to come... A kiss is a thank you for the sheer pleasure you've just shared... A kiss is power... A kiss is something I crave. Every. Single. Day.

As Amani frantically diced the ingredients for her Pan seared Mahi-Mahi with Mango Salsa, she recalled her first meeting with him during a class he taught on the presentation of food and organization the previous year. Amani had been immediately drawn to the tall, serious Californian, and not just because of his looks. With dark wavy hair, strong features and the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen short of Paul Newman’s, David Spencer was everything Amani admired in a man, and then some. http://omadisonpress.com/romance/all-...

...I don’t know why you’re sulking, I wasn’t going to give up my holiday to sit and nurse you from a break-up with a guy I told you not to deal with…He was your Gynaecologist for crying out loud. You don’t mix business with pleasure, and not with a man who knows more about your insides than you.

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I slap her butt hard, enjoying the control and dominance it gives me over the female, a warped pleasure that’s intensified over the last five yanas. “Stop squirming female! You and these creatures now belong to my brother and me. From now on you will do everything that you are told to do. Even spreading your legs if you’re ordered to!

With a single glance from those mesmerizing eyes, my body starts to respond. He extends his hand and I reach out as if his touch is the only thing I need to survive. When he leads me to his bed and lowers me onto the soft sheets that match the blue green of his eyes, I realize that I am lost. Is this love, desire, lust, need? Yes, to all of the above. -B Buena

I love… I love black women.” My first reaction was to laugh and then smile. “You see I love that when you smile. I love your lips and your cheekbones. I love the fullness and that everlasting youth. I love the colour and how it comes in so many shades but none grey. The spectrum of heavenly chocolate to golden honey is irresistible. I love the variety of your beauty.

Look at you Infidelity”, shaking his head in frustration. “I’m not sure if your choice of drug is passion, the thrill of the affair or the man himself, but there is a void you are trying to have us fulfill in your life and you are hooked! The secrets, the lies, the lame attempts to quit sleeping around…the isolation; don’t you get it? YOU LOVE INFIDELITY!" - Loving Infidelity

As a first-generation Ethiopian immigrant, Sheba had lived in Charleston since she turned five years of age. She was Ethiopian by birth, but American by preference. She had worked hard, studied and sacrificed plenty to get where she was today, no easy feat for someone who had just celebrated her twenty-sixth birthday. According to her friends, Sheba was a beauty, though when she looked in the mirror, she saw inevitable flaws; her cheekbones were too pronounced, her mouth a little too wide, her nose with that perturbing slant to it. Still, she accepted compliments gratefully, especially from her roommate, Janelle. Janelle was the true beauty, Sheba thought, with dark ebony skin so smooth that she could be a walking ad for Ghirardelli Dark Chocolate.

Who cares if you are liked? To be liked is no real comfort. A man who likes me will still fuck my girl behind my back, steal from me, everything. There is no point in bending for others and giving to others in order to be liked. Rarely will someone be grateful for it if you do. If you give him a fingernail worth, he will ask for an elbow’s worth.

She shook her head. “I won’t go.” His chuckle had absolutely no humor in it. “You say that as if you have a choice.” “There is always a choice.

Don’t think about jumping, Iggy. We’re going about seventy, and despite my orders, we’re on our way to Puebla. So keep your ass glued in the goddamn seat.

Lari got herself cleaned up from rooter to tooter

That crisp white attire.  That cologne.   It made her want to do nasty, slutty, hood rat shit to his person.

She noticed he was on his laptop and had THREE cell phones at one of the table’s seats.

This you right here?

there’s not too much in SoCal that isn’t beautiful.

But this girl never traveled without at least one toy, so if the urge hit, I’d bring my own romance.

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Over the years, we had been as cautious as blindfolded men feeling their way around a mysterious beast, trying to extrapolate what was between us without communicating the knowledge that would have illuminated everything. Until that morning, when we took the blindfolds off, and discovered we were face to face with each other.

I wish you would read me like you read your books every day.

We’re all Malkuthians. And you know what? We’re all Theropods too.” “Wh-wh-what’s that?” “You know… Theropods. We’ve all got sharp teeth, we all walk on two legs, we all have arms shorter than our legs. For the most part, we’ve got two eyes, two hands, and a tail. I mean, some of us have more fingers and some of us have a horn or two, but how different does that really make us? We’re all just people, that’s what I’m saying. There shouldn’t be all this division and categorization. It just leads to more hate. It leads to more dysfunction. People look at me and think I’m privileged. People look at you and think you’re untouchable. They look at the two of us together and they think it’s fire and ice. It’s not right.

So my cousin does some things. Things that make him very rich.” Juan’s tone seemed as shaky as the old truck they were in.  “What do you mean?” She squinted her eyes at him to examine his tone better. “Just don’t ask, mami. Just take something if he offers you.” Jules hadn’t really decided if she was going to take any charity from this man. She wanted to check all her options, and she knew Juan was caring for her, but she was ready to start feeling strong on her own again. She didn’t know if that would be by getting back out in the field with her clients or taking this loan and starting her business now rather than later.  

See you tomorrow?” she asked. He nodded. “And the day after that.

my kidney’s a match,

He raised himself onto his elbow, his temple cradled in his hand. “I won’t bite. Well, unless you want me to.” Butterflies thrashed against my insides at the thought of his lips on my body. I suddenly burst into laughter. “Remember what happened the last time you tried to bite me? I accidentally jumped and backhanded you.” That had been an erotic rendezvous, until he nipped my hip. He dropped his face into the pillow and groaned. “Mood killer.” “Heh.” I wiggled deeper into the covers, grinning.

Despite her pending nuptials, she found herself walking toward him, hoping to be introduced. Then the man chuckled at something Alastair said, and Hettie froze. She knew that cheeky smile. She’d seen that exact expression too many times to count. “Your Grace!” Lady Lindsey exclaimed before rushing forward to greet him. Finn?

He knew how to hide, how to divert attention, how to mislead anyone to protect himself and what he held dear. He never moved without a sure path to victory, but now, with this gnawing ache corroding him, he wondered if there was a worse option. Like watching Hettie belong to someone else. Someone like that arrogant jackass who didn’t deserve her smiles, her laughter, her passion…her children.

She felt his sigh against her face and realized that he had pulled away from her. She felt sluggish, as if he’d cast a spell that trapped her limbs in treacle. When she opened her eyes, she found him watching her with an expression she’d never seen before. It seemed like a mix of delight and relief.

His head lowered slowly, his eyes watching her carefully, and then his lips caught hers in a soft kiss that scattered every thought in her head. It was just the barest pressure of his mouth against hers, but she felt it all through her body.

He was a Scot. Romance was in his blood as much as tenacity and strategy.

It isn’t the color of a man's skin that's the problem, but the individual that encompassed it.

With a single glance from those mesmerizing eyes, my body start to respond. He extends his hand and I reach out as if his touch is the only thing I need to survive. When he leads me to his bed and lowers me onto the soft sheets that match the blue green of his eyes, I realize that I am lost. Is this love, desire, lust, need? Yes, to all of the above -B Buena

This time, I got a glimpse of how it would feel to truly lose you, and it’s a feeling I never want to experience ever again.

I would unravel the stars from the sky if it would make you mine forever.

He kissed her deeply then, pouring all his heart into their interweaving lips and souls. This kiss held love, not lust; promise, not hope; relief, not fear.

Love isn’t confined by narrow definitions; it transcends and challenges societal norms.

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