Men were born to protect and love, and our women help us to serve a higher purpose.
Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves
sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love
Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.
Good things come to those who wait.
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.
I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?
People wait around too long for love. I'm happy with all of my lusts!
The human body is the best work of art.
Please, touch me, I pray.
The word of lust touches the body, the word of love touches the soul: feed the soul and starve the body.
She says: ...love is really all that matters. He hears: ...really love to do it on the mattress.
He tilted my chin up and I swear those lips are magic. Witchcraft. Sorcery. Whatever it is in those lips, it’s addictive. Unassailable. I had to have more. More of this feeling of being wanted.
Storytelling? God started that. Discovery. Lust. Murder. Revenge. Power. Sin. Redemption. Forgiveness. Miracles. We simply retell the stories in the language of our generation.
Lust is a dangerous thing. It can make you believe things that are not real. It can seduce your mind and lead it blindfolded to the cliff that will be its demise.
She said, 'It is filled with all the words for how I want you.
Every word you’ve ever said, is written somewhere in my mind.
A caprice is handled like a stew, and the pepper is added at the last minute.
He tastes like mint and posession and fire.
And I’m trying to stay strong. I really, really am. But he smells so damn good, and his lips are just right there. All soft and inviting… and all I can think about is having them on my body.
All I wanted was to share myself with him...in a love way, lust way, every kind of way.
I wanted desperately to get all hot and sweaty with this guy, but I knew from experience that hormones affected my sensibilities like alcohol or pot. In the throes of passion I tend to vow my eternal love to a penis I might use and abuse, with little regard for the man connected to it. I'm trying to keep that habit.
Half naked, he drank her in with his eyes, imprinting this moment into his mind. This, he would take to his death – the woman that stirred him to life.
Love and lust aren’t always in sync. You can love someone, but not be
ready to have sex with them. Or you can meet someone random and end up jumping in all the way. There’s nothing wrong with either. You’ve waited this long, so wait until you’re really feeling
it. If he’s The One, he’ll understand.
The massive lump of flesh that has created you, me, and maybe, animals, everything that has life will forever live.
One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
There is lust and then there is love. They are related, but still very different things. To indulge in one requires little but honeyed speech and a change of clothes; to obtain the other, by contrast, a man must give up his rib. In return, his woman will undo the sin of Eve, and bring him back into Paradise.
For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.
Love life comes last in my life. I put real life first.
His strength for your weakness! His wisdom for your folly! His drive for your drift! His grace for your greed! His love for your lust! His peace for your problems! His joy for your sorrow! His plenty for your poverty!
I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.
Let me feel how thy pulses beat.
It's just me throwing myself at you,
romance as usual, us times us,
not lust but moxibustion,
a substance burning close
to the body as possible
without risk of immolation.
Jesus Christ!” A man could only take so much. She yelped as he snatched her up around the waist and sat her on the counter. “Sit there and don’t move. Don’t bat your eyes. Don’t lick your lips. Don’t get on your knees. And for God’s sake, don’t bend over.” He snatched the mixer off the floor. “Where the hell do you want it?
Mist of the lust-for-life obnubilates the mirror, romance is reflected on.
His walk and stare. Was as poisonous as the air after a nuclear bomb.
You see, I know you, Violet. You've tormented me in my dreams with your body too many times to count. Now you're here in the flesh, with your ripe curves and innocent eyes, an angel hidden in the body of a temptress.
Even before we met and long after we're both gone, my heart lives inside of yours. I'm forever and ever in love with you.
The ability to engage the reader, to stir feelings deep within their being, is the ultimate goal of erotic fiction. When the reader takes the place of the characters in my story, I have succeeded
I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.
One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies.
“They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.
Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.
...you're either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church.
While we’re at it, why don’t we add a third emotion to this list: lust. You are probably unaware that Linnaeus lumped the tomato into the same genus as the potato, a food with a reputation for its widespread availability and easy satisfaction of oral needs.
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze.
The price the Virgin demanded was purity, and the way the educators of Catholic children have interpreted this for nearly two thousand years is sexual chastity. Impurity, we were taught, follows from many sins, but all are secondary to the principal impulse of the devil in the soul-lust.
My spirit is healthy, yes. But I tell you, my flesh is healthy too. I am enlightened and free, but I am also lustful and carnal.
I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.
Your love is most generous.
You can love, perhaps for a year
a month, a day, even for an hour
but after your soul suffers from boredom requiring an audience
a grand standing ovation for all to witness how your mechanical heart works.
My bridled soul leaps under the pressure of desires,
Chained i am by this organic-societal form from galloping free
My mind heaves me to safety,but heart is ready for doom...
An all knowing glance pierced deep through my skin
Smiling at my ailing and confused form,
Invading my senses, feeding them to the eternal fires...
I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.
Someone asked me about the difference between love and lust. Hmmm. That will take a little thought. How to tell the difference? Well, for guys, if she looks better AFTER you've made love to her than before, that might be love. If you find yourself itching to get out the door afterward, probably just lust, y'know?
...Love can give you the most exhilarating wonderful highs at times...
...Then there will be dives that will take all you have just to hold on...
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The air between them was electric, the scent of his aftershave was intoxicating and she could feel the testosterone bouncing off him. She could immediately tell he was a powerful man.
I’ve wanted you since the moment you first turned up here four months ago,” he whispered, “I have to have you.
I know I'm not going to be in your head all the time. But once you know me, I'll be forever in your heart.
My favorite thing you do is stop me in the middle of whatever I'm doing to tell me you love me.
Butterflies. Everyday.
Was I on something? Yes, love. The strongest drug there is.
I love you madly, forever.
Even when I'm sleeping, I go to places where you are.
Lust, desire and passion. They can turn a wallflower into a sexual predator and a rational person into a raving lunatic.
Maybe they're in love."
"And is that what love looks like - all wet mouths and your skirt rucked up?"
"Sometines it is.
Marriage is the connecting of the two: Without passion it's just friendship; without friendship it's just lust.
I live for sex.
I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being.
I can see no better reason for being alive.
He was the kind of man I wanted: wild, hot, horny, and losing control.
And it all pointed back to me, about how much I felt in control of him, with the power of my body.
It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.
Lust, pure gorgeous lust: the sacred energy that elevates us, and makes us feel so special.
When you’re honest, what compares with the gorgeous thrill of sex? What brings you the same sense of wonder, pleasure, and fulfilment?
I can’t think of anything as good.
He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn’t be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real reason he had given them to me: so he could look furtively at me, as I bent over.
That idea turned me on.
I welcomed it, and decided to give him a good look at what he wanted.
The air felt thick with the feeling between us, like it was filling the room: a room full of our carnal heat, our hot desire for each other.
Both my hands were clenched on the tablecloth, bunching it tightly, as he continued to swipe the belt against my quivering ass cheeks, and I could feel his tight fist yank repeatedly on my hair.
I love being aroused.
I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again.
It’s like I’m being made new.
There we were, filled with pure animal need, as 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 pretence at gentility, and refinement.
To feel aroused is to feel alive. Having great sex is like taking in huge lungfuls of fresh air, essential to your body, essential to your health, and essential to your life.
The thought went through my mind that we should film ourselves in our sexual act, and project our frenzied copulation permanently onto the walls of the tea-room, as a lesson to wake up the boring people who drank tea here, and to show them what life was really all about.
I love being aroused.
I love how that feeling overcomes me, as I look at a man’s erect cock, as I feel his hands ripping my clothes from my body, as the air caresses my naked skin, and how I feel like I’m blossoming like a flower.
I want you to fuck me, Chris,’ I said, lustfully whispering the words into his ear as he planted kisses on my neck.
His lips were wild and yearning, eagerly devouring me.
He pulled my head back further, and I could hear his ragged breathing as his mouth came close to my ear, sounding so desperate for me.
God, I was turned on so much…
I’d love to be tried out,’ I said, with a suggestive smile. ‘One should always explore something, before one goes in deeper.’
I saw a little flicker of fun in his eyes.
You know, when I see a good-looking man, the first thing I think about is sex. I want to see him naked, and I imagine running my hands impatiently over his hot body.
I can’t help it: it’s just how I am.
I traced a finger along my bottom lip as I wondered what his erection would look like, and how I should seduce him. I thought what kind of approach would work best: whether to go in slow and seductively, or whether I should make him notice me in some hard and fast way.
He looked at me, and then looked away quickly.
But I could tell he was interested.
I think my tight t-shirt might have had something to do with it. And the way I was pushing my breasts towards him, with an inviting smile on my face.
I was hot and horny as hell.
Which was typical of me. I’m twenty-five, and I’m healthy, and a healthy girl is always thinking about sex.
He gave Dancer one last pat. 'You're luckier than you know, pal. Living without a set of balls makes life a lot less complicated.
I catch sight of Janice. Her eyes are so full of excitement that I half expect her to jump up and down. This is something she'll never forget, I tell myself. As an old lady with all the spirit knocked out of her and nobody believe in she'll remember a happy day in July when a horny young guy strutted his stuff and made her heart beat fast.
Book lust forever!
If one does well in life compliment; but do not bow down to their success.
I kind of have to go to the bathroom," Aria said woozily.
Ezra smiled. "Can I come?
We had been separated by time and distance and events so long, it was as if we had to get to know each other again, but if it was possible to fall in love with the same person twice, I did.
Young girls are like helpless children in the hands of amorous men, whatever is said to them is true and whatever manipulation on their bodies seems like love to them, sooner or later, they come back to their senses, but the scars are not dead inasmuch as her spoiler lives.
Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like a mournful wreck ruined by lust, in the midst of her own banal, perfidious pollution.
When you favour a woman, she will want to return the favour in so many means, but its better to rupidiate such offerings.
He could have watched her all night. He could watch her for an eternity and still never be able to capture the essence of what it is that makes ‘love’.
To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have welded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heaven. In general, people savor the "pleasures of the flesh" only on the condition that they may be insipid.
And then it changed. I wasn't letting him anymore. He was taking, pawing, grabbing. I pushed, I cried out, I squirmed, but like I said it's a shitty game and he didn't feel like playing by the rules anymore.
Day and night - ruthlessly apply key lessons of mankind such as leaving greed, fear and lust to improve the efficiency & effectiveness of life.
Don't run around looking for someone who can sexually satisfy you, run around and look for the book which will intellectually satisfy you.
It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.
When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires,
And these, who, often drowned, could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
First time I got the full sight of Shug Avery long black body with it black plum nipples, look like her mouth, I thought I had turned into a man
Beauty that steals the heart is often imperfect, suggests grace and kindness, and inspires tenderness more than it incites lust.
A wise man governs his eyes, not because it is wrong to delight in beauty, but because otherwise his delight may suffer transmutation into something very different.