You asked of me once, how high, high can beor if there was an exhibit..I smiled and then whispered..My thighs are the limit…

Do not let yourself be guided by the feeling of lust or love.

No one every suddenly became depraved.

You hate me because deep down you want to be me

He is insatiable in love. His wife is a great cook.

Like everything else, we know the futility of money only when we have more than enough of it.

Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am passing sad to-night. When I came hither I slipped in blood, which is an evil omen; and...

He kissed her lustfully. Mindlessly.Senselessly.

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

A voice that had traversed the centuries, so heavy it broke what it touched, so heavy I feared it would ring in me with eternal resonance, a voice rusty with the sound of curses and...

I won’t let you have it. I won’t give you this moment. I won’t let you fill up this valuable organ…I own it. I won’t do it. I can’t think, I won’t think about it.

A great deal of thought must be given to your daughter’s marriage. Otherwise, she will simply slink off like a cat on a dark night to be fertilized under a bush to God knows whom!

Auf den Stachel des Begehrens haben wir nur eine Antwort: fangen, einschließen, festhalten.

It’s not entirely true that I lusted after a married woman. I also lusted before her.

I’ve waited for this moment for so long.

…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… Quote on the Title Page of “Love TORN Asunder

Late-Flowering Lust” My head is bald, my breath is bad,Unshaven is my chin,I have not now the joys I hadWhen I was young in sin.I run my fingers down your dressWith brandy-certain aimAnd you respond...

The sensation that seized me that morning―the twentieth of May―as I sat on my velvet cushion beside the Pope and stared down at the man standing beside my husband, was swift, irrevocable, and violent, like...

Perhaps he was afraid as I was that we’d be caught. Or perhaps he was breathing me in just as I was letting him come into my lungs, my eyes, my heart.

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...

Momentarily drained of lust, he stares at the remembered contortions to which it has driven him. His life seems a sequence of grotesque poses assumed to no purpose, a magic dance empty of belief. There...

Lust’s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

She’d been mad for him as a girl, but she’d chalked that up to youthful infatuation. She’d tracked the events of his life religiously for a decade, but she’d told herself that was idle curiosity....

Feel my passion,Taste my desire,Unite and intertwine our emotions,Dare to be one with me,I in return will allow you to touch my soul.

He’s kissing me everywhere, squeezing me, running his fingers over places no one else has touched

The touched heart madly stirs,your laughter is water hurrying over pebbles – every gesture is a proclamation,every sound is speech…

Megan loves orgasms so much, she would not hesitate to steal yours.

I can make you go rosy,rosier than your fantasies❤ –

It was one of God’s jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.

Most days, I’ve got this impermanence thing down just great. It doesn’t bother me; what’s to bother? Most days, I sit comfortably with the knowledge that I’ll die alone, and I feel nothing so strongly...

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.

I’ve tired so hard to stay away from you, buy your soul is so powerful. It can’t be ignored. It calls to me. It’s like trying to resist every lust you’ve ever suffered – all...

My favorite thing you do is stop me in the middle of whatever I’m doing to tell me you love me.

Quick gratification of desires, often lead to low stratifications in life

I just made it official. I’m a twenty-eight year old married woman with a twenty-two year old boyfriend who lives twenty minutes from a husband he doesn’t know exists. That God I started believing in...

You know you’re in lust when you’re quick to fall into a reverie because dreams seem better than reality.

Marriage is the connecting of the two: Without passion it’s just friendship; without friendship it’s just lust.

You talked over the tour guide who pointed to houses and windows. Showing us where people had lived and died and other people now stayed in their place. Just like a broken heart.” – Adieu

Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she...

Having someone this male next to her made her soul feel exhilarated and convey brazenly suggestive, female, liberal ideas to her inner id.

My breath caught fire and my heart leapt infinite beats within his proximity.”Wreck me, tame me. The way you want it.” I whispered my plea.His foggy grey eyes glinted with desire and lust. “I will”....

No, no, don’t let my vulnerable heart share in this sacrifice to lust! Let him disgust me before pleasing me! Let him be what others have been, an instrument that I can break before becoming...

One might—if one were, say, a gay sex writer—make a case that there’s still a vibrant role for queer dirty words. While highly commodified mass-market DVD porn and its kinkier “specialty” cousins shows how sex...

don’t make too much noise”. October’s dust in my lungs, maybe I don’t want bits of four AM lingering in my subconscious. Smokers breathe in fire, coat their insides in ash. Is that suicide or...

. . . I still wouldn’t be able to control myself around him, and I’m math geek enough to know that equation doesn’t work out.

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...

I’m pretty sure battle strategies and combat techniques don’t cover desire and lust.

Lust likes to rush, while love hates to wait.

He ran his finger along my jawline and down my neck. “The wait will be fun, but it’s not going to be easy.

Somehow I’d still managed to go all retarded at the sight of some handsome asshole with a nice smile.