“Cool air skated over my breasts. I'd forgone a bra since I knew Ilyan liked that, so there was nothing to shield my breasts when he jerked the dress down to my waist. The straps captured my arms at my sides. His narrowed gaze devoured my body, touching me with dark intent. I shivered and strained to…”— Farrah Abraham, amazon.com
“He pinned me to the wooden table, and cruelly whipped my naked bottom; the two of us sweaty and panting, me screaming, him grunting, our primal sexual natures overprinting the tea room’s pretense at gentility, and refinement.”— Fiona Thrust, amazon.com
“And he gave me what I needed, placing my shoulders against the wall and fucking me senseless, fucking the past right from my mind, right from my body for a few glorious minutes.”— Lucian Bane, amazon.com
“The countertop. It's when the woman is lying on her back on the counter or table while he enters standing. It's rough. There's pushing aside of papers, pepper shakers, which add to the sense of urgency and inappropriateness. It's easy to maneuver and move the woman to slide along the counter. There…”— Margaret Wagner, sheknows.com