If you are where I was before my process began, you can’t imagine the place of victory, the place you can be free from the dominating desire for sexual stimuli. I am here to tell...

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.

Amazing how a confluence of praise and lust can just make your defensive barriers collapse like Jell-O on a hot stove

It’s not true I walk around naked most of the time. I always keeps red lipstick and stilettos on.

The dark side is emotion, Bane. Anger, hate, love, lust. These are what make us strong, Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Your passion is still there, Bane. Seek it out. Reclaim it.

It turned out that it was difficult to stay cross with a man when you could see his nipples.

Beauty that steals the heart is often imperfect, suggests grace and kindness, and inspires tenderness more than it incites lust.

…as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn’t happened.

Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.Good things come to those who wait.

He walked towards me. My heart was pounding like a nineties warehouse rave.

You bloody want me. You can deny it if that helps you sleep better at night, but you’re going to end up in my bed sooner or later. Want it or not.

Blake inspires instant, tender Blakelust in everyone he meets. All of his beauties are meant to be touched, and he likes to be touched.

Nobody, she felt, understood her–not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie–except her man.

Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.

Around the outside of the room other beautiful women wearing little or nothing at all flitted between the infatuated, intoxicated men, sometimes luring them away for a private dance. The men would follow obediently, weighed...

Day and night – ruthlessly apply key lessons of mankind such as leaving greed, fear and lust to improve the efficiency & effectiveness of life.

Your presence resembles a dirty martini,she only drinks it when she’s thirsty.

Lust is the source of all our actions, and humanity.

No matter where you go, there’s always something to deal with; if it’s not greed, it’s lust, or envy, or pride, or something else. You just have to live your life so uncorrupted that it...

I don’t define lust as anything evil or nasty. Lust as defined by me, is the feeling of desire: a desire to eat cake, a desire to feel the touch of another’s skin moving over...

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 is the best of all the deadly sins.

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 timbre of his voice went into that low register that made my insides curl in on themselves–it was like my uterus was tapping out a happy dance on the rest of my organs.

When I sing, it sounds like I’m gargling spaghetti. Is it any wonder that women lust after me and mail me their panties? (Mail to: Jarod Kintz/12358 Fibonacci Way/Jacksonville, Fl 32258)

I’d let him get under my skin, and now he had started to occupy my every thought.

A girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed into the likeness of a strange and beautiful seabird. Her long slender bare...

Chong said, “Do yourself a favor, Morg. Next time you’re staring at a girl’s boobs, look up. You’ll be shocked to learn it, but there’s going to be a face up there. Nose, mouth, eyes....

Despite the gentlemanly kiss, a ferocity burned behind his gaze promising something primal.

God gives urge, urge gives pleasure, pleasure gives pains, pains gives fruits, fruits gives trees, trees die and go to hell!

When they reached the stairs, he didn’t make her climb them herself. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the big bathroom off their bedroom. He didn’t speak, his expression didn’t...

A very special case. A few years more, and that pretty creature who you love too much, I think, will, without ever loving them, have known as many men as there are beads on her...

I want to feel intoxicated from inhaling the scent of you.

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.

You can’t love someone just by looking at them. That is lust. Not saying love can’t come fast, but it doesn’t come first.

Nothing turned a man on faster than a woman that couldn’t get enough of what he had to offer.

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...