Ripe for romance? Is that not only the self-conscious and sensitive young man’s way of saying he was heavy with passion? Is not, perhaps, romance only the fiction by means of which the tender-minded negotiate...

A character began to speculate whether the incessant drive to have things over again might be the root of all evil.

Her beauty must have been exhausting and not to mention troublesome. Glitter swiftly made it’s way into the vibrant strands that graced her lavish eyelashes. Each blink, each pressing moment, time seemed to have stopped...

If the afternoon had been blue,there might have been less desire.

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.

I’ll just stay ten feet away from him at all times so I don’t accidentally trip and fall and land lips first on his mouth.

She looked like the kind of woman I could fall in love with. Trouble is, she was standing next to the kind of woman I’d like to make love to.

I’m not a firefighter—I’m a firefly fighter. My bravery may come in small flashes, but I am sure it doesn’t go unnoticed by lustful women and campers everywhere.

Attraction is easily manufactured.

You smell salty,” he says. “Like the ocean.” He leans closer to me and licks up the side of my face. “You taste salty too. Maybe I should grab a bottle of tequila and we...

Ranger cradled my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from my eyes. “The ceremony is over. Can you make it back to the car?”I nodded. “I’m okay now. Am I...

… Melissa. Where are you planning to go?” His voice was nasally, shit, he knew I had no idea where to go. “Well if you didn’t change the apartment I was staying in I would....

Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.

Mother said, haven’t you seen older boys of your age, that you should take your rotten hands and play with my son’s penis? I held my mouth, and i really stiffled a giggle. Now i...

The most violent appetites in all creatures are lust and hunger; the first is a perpetual call upon them to propagate their kind, the latter to preserve themselves.

Perhaps that’s the whole point about infidelity, I suggested, not that one has sex but that by doing so one puts at risk someone else’s happiness?

Contained within the breadth of my heart where you belong unto me and I unto you.

His walk and stare. Was as poisonous as the air after a nuclear bomb.

It was at that point Ginny felt a presence and turning to look into his eyes she knew destiny was waiting, just around the corner, over the hill. His dark limpid pools, full of hope...

Writhing bodies fused as one on the dance floor, limbs tingling, lungs drunk on the lust-filled air.

He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air. He had never loved anyone before. He had not known even what...

Again, I am surprised why people seek to eliminate lust and cling to love; as they wish to ignore happiness and cleave unto joy! Now, now, let’s not sugar-coat things! Lust has a lot more...

The journey was brutal, the results were glorious.

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.

Storytelling? God started that. Discovery. Lust. Murder. Revenge. Power. Sin. Redemption. Forgiveness. Miracles. We simply retell the stories in the language of our generation.

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.