She doesn’t want me to leave, and she doesn’t want me to stay. That’s a double helping of Doesn’t Want Me, and one big I’m Not Hungry back at her.

It was at times like this that one of those waves of bestiality ran through the mine, the sudden lust of the male that came over a miner when he met one of these girls...

They’d never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they’d been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the...

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...

Always lust for the best, because life is too short to be an ordinary.

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.

Don’t run around looking for someone who can sexually satisfy you, run around and look for the book which will intellectually satisfy you.

A frenzy of activity that had mostly led him in circles: wasn’t that a fairly accurate description of lust?

I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.

It made me giddy. It made me blush, worse than before. It was like liquor. It made me drunk. I drew away. When her breath came now upon my mouth, it came very cold. My...

I slept with her because she was hot and wanted me. Maybe we’re dealing with the supernatural, but I’m still human.

The monkish vows keep us far from that sink of vice that is the female body, but often they bring us close to other errors. Can I finally hide from myself the fact that even...

If one does well in life compliment; but do not bow down to their success.

Just looking at her made my mouth water, like a sip of dry wine, that flinty taste. There was a hardness in her eyes, unrelieved by the amiably commercial oriental-Fragonard vivacity you find in nearly...

The truth is the object of our lustBut the light is still so very dim…

I had never realized a woman could have to struggle to keep her hands off a man, but here I was, digging my nails into my palms, staring at the inside of my eyelids as...

What was the point in satin and lace if it didn’t make a man struggle to speak?

You know, there’s no pleasure like the joy of being a sexual woman. You can take your careers, your money, your houses and possessions, and you go and throw them in a lake. Because life...

Ugh! I absolutely hate lust. Hate. It. Every fiber of my being knows he’s not a good person, yet my body doesn’t seem to give a shit at all.

Every word you’ve ever said, is written somewhere in my mind.

Oh, I know that she’s disgusted,cause she’s feeling so abused.She gets tired of the lust,but it’s so hard to refuse.

Look how old you are and you’ve hardly made a dent in them. I’ll admit, you seem to have zeal nailed, as well as faith and temperance. Self control? I’ve got my doubts based on...

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Her room was warm and lightsome. A huge doll sat with her legs apart in the copious easy-chair beside the bed. He tried to bid his tongue speak that he might seem at ease, watching...

Love and lust are both four letter words that start with L, but they don’t appear in the dictionary side by side so we shouldn’t have to think they go hand in hand in life.

Lust, desire and passion. They can turn a wallflower into a sexual predator and a rational person into a raving lunatic.

Monks committed all the same sins that ordinary people did. He had just been shocked by the woman’s shamelessness. The sight of her nakedness remained with him, the way the hot heart of a candle...

Lust is a thing of the blood. Doesn’t need head or heart.

A caprice is handled like a stew, and the pepper is added at the last minute.

Your love is poetry in perpetual motion capturing my heart with centrifugal force.

I drank from the crisp mountain stream, tasting filtered sky with a mossy undertone. I’ve never understood how being loved fully could change your entire perspective of the world. I only ever understood the wistfulness...

Here is how you know if it is love or lust. Push them in front of a bus. If you jump in the way and save them it is love.

I’m not a religious man, but I do worship your ass.

Now do you understand why I’m interested in you? You’re a locked door, sweetheart. You give no one a key and you never answer the door when anyone knocks…Ah, but sometimes, sometimes I get a...

Sex was to be treated as no other impulse in our nature has ever been treated by civilized people. All the others, we admit, have to be bribed. Absolute obedience to your instinct for self-preservation...

She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth tighter against her lips. She wanted to possess and devour him.

To lust for something is desire turned selfish and gone mad. To embrace God’s passion is desire turned selfless and gone mindful.

He lashed the belt against my ass again, and I was starting to feel like I was some supernatural being that was more than he was. He was just human, but I felt like something...

Bond had taken her to the station and had kissed her once hard on the lips and had gone away. It hadn’t been love, but a quotation had come into Bond’s mind as his cab...

When I saw you, I saw love. When I saw you naked, I saw lust. When I saw you with my clone in a dream, I saw the future.

He had sky eyes and sun hair and all the women loved him. And all I had was an empty coffee cup, full of sleepy hope.

Lust shouts. Love whispers. Only the heart knows the difference.

We don’t fall in love, we fall in lust. We ascend to love.

He once had lips as cold as stone and a heart that equally matched, but I had managed to warm him up and now all I could sense was his need for me.

I admit, that the brain does not govern the body as well as one might wish- else all men would be saints and hell would be empty of lechers.

Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but it’s easier to fight.

Tis better to have love and lustThan to let our apparatus rust.

Book lust forever!

Partly James was jealous because he was a virgin, but mostly it just felt really weird being in a room with two people who’d spent the night having sex. It reminded him of the feeling...

The mysteries I desired to learn of heaven and earth and all that is between could only be taught by experiencing you.