After an Indian meal they went back to Jamie’s flat and Tony did at least two things to him on the sofa that no one had ever done to him before then came back and...

Desire is the kind of thing thateats youandleaves you starving.

Society drives people crazy with lust and calls it advertising.

He stops rocking the cage. “Oh, come on, Callie. It won’t be fun if we don’t rock it. In fact, the more we rock it, the better it’ll feel.” His voice drops to a deep...

But there was little heart to our lust,only the confusion of not knowinghow long we’d have in our bodies.

She watches Simon’s profile as he drives, concentrating, but he keeps turning to her, and every time he does so, he is smiling. He doesn’t seem to care, and she wonders if, actually, he wants...

I love you with an intensity that is beyond reasoning.

Love alters all. Unblood my instinct, love.

I kind of have to go to the bathroom,” Aria said woozily.Ezra smiled. “Can I come?

He had violent passions, and on occasion desire seized his body so that he was driven to an orgy of lust, but he hated the instincts that robbed him of his self-possession. I think, even,...

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...

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.

Theo looked at me with his smoldering Jesus eyes, and the Catholic schoolgirl in me crossed her legs.

Kemia huunda mahusiano mema miongoni mwa watu.

Now and then, an inch below the water’s surface, the muscles of his stomach tightened involuntarily as he recalled another detail. A drop of water on her upper arm. Wet. An embroidered flower, a simple...

Love life comes last in my life. I put real life first.

She once told me of a night that fumed with escapes and was filled with bedsides reeking of ecstasy; she told me the stars cast not judgments, but blessings, knowing full well the disastrous outcomes...

And then there was Lydia.Lydia who had hurtled into his life – into their lives – with hair like fire, eyes like amethysts and a fuck-me scent so palpable that he’d betrayed the only woman...

The Marquis de V… – whose falsetto voice and little watery eyes I have always detested – was saying to me with a wicked smile: ‘Then again, the master gymnast might break his neck at...

I want to take you under the moonlight.

The human body is the best work of art.

Break free from the binding robes of passion that feels like a lump in your heart, perform that surgery today, and you’ll be set free forever.

It’s like she has some sort of captivating fire in her eyes. Sometimes she’ll look at me and I feel like she’s staring into my soul, reading everything I’m trying to keep hidden.

As for the vice of lust – aside from what it means for spiritual persons to fall into this vice, since my intent is to treat of the imperfections that have to be purged by...

It’s a curious, wanting thing.

Savannah’s breath caught in her chest at the realization of how close they were standing. He brushed a strand of hair off her face, his finger leaving a line of heat across her cheek. If...

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 comes from the heart, lust comes …lower

Lust is a tool, desire a trap. Wield the first, and you can take someone’s soul. Fall into the second, and they can take yours. ~ Isadora Conti to Grayson van Court

Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered...

With cheese being the only piece to look for our mind’s peace, how can the lease of our homemade,self-created problems’ cease ?

I tumbled into the taxi alone, closing the door closed with a dull thud before I could possibly change my mind. Not like this, I remember thinking. Whatever this thing is between us, it could...

Lust, pure gorgeous lust: the sacred energy that elevates us, and makes us feel so special.

To esteem what makes you holy over what makes you happy – that is the greatest dare.

Everyday’s a honeymoon. Cuz darling, I love you to the moon.

I could say it was the nights when I was lonelyand you were the only one who’d talk.I could tell you that I like your sensitivity,when you know it’s the way that you walk.

I’m interested in women as a whole, not simply as three holes.

Everyone lusts. Everyone Fantasizes. When your lover respects you, you should feel free to explore your desires. No matter how extreme.

Such moments passed and the wasting fires of lust sprang up again. The verses passed from his lips and the inarticulate cries and the unspoken brutal words rushed forth from his brain to force a...

Just to be clear, if I, like, leaned over and whispered your name in your ear, still nothing?

The rest of them looked proper when they did it, but somehow Edward made even this gesture appear like in seconds he’d rip off her corset and do away with her skirt.

…as we are endowed. …with rhetorics. …none will deny. …of innocence. …towards scribbling. …of love lines. …and of lust. …to what seems like male. …to what seems like female. …in those days. …I mean nothing....

Then a lightning bolt shot straight through my skivvies. Sha-ZAM!

When lust combines with love, feelings like dissatisfaction,lack of trust,lack of understanding,jealousy and possessiveness are produced

Lust was a positive high-tension cable, plugged into my core, activating a near-epileptic seizure of conviction that this was the one thing I had to do in life.

I’m nineteen tree rings and mashed acorns stop up my veins when I can’t clot. Oh god, you beautiful person, I’ll let you lick the salt off of my tattoos as if they were wounds,...

Then as we passed down this Passage we were knocked against certain Women of the Town, who gave us Eye-language, since there were many Corners and Closets in Bedlam where they would stop and wait...

If there is passion, let me feel its heat.I want my heart to beat fast,my breath raspy, my skin to burn.

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

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...