Quotes About Lust

By focusing exclusively on the events of the day, journalism all but severs the connection between time and eternity. It makes the world appear to be nothing but an endless jumble of events through which it is difficult, if not impossible, to discern anything beyond the relatively base motivations of lust, calculated self-interest, and the will to power. In short, journalism is not able to communicate wisdom.

Fetiche tu cuerpo fetiches tus pechos fetiches de mi deseo tu lujuria tu clítoris tu vagina fetiche cebado tu bárbara matriz oscuro túnel de mi deseo fetiches tus nalgas, lunas paralelas fetiches tus labios blancos fetiche tu orgasmo desgajado

He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her legs. Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth… His fingers slid over her core. Pushed inside her sex. So wet. So hot. She clamped down on him and held tight.

And if I could control everything," his voice was for her alone, "then I'd already have gotten you, naked, under me, and I wouldn't be so wild with lust that I want to rip apart my own best friend…because you're about to put your mouth on him.

Then his hands were around her waist as he lifted her up. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her. Wow, didn't realize the man was so strong, didn't know— She licked his throat. Screw it. Lora wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock pushed against her, pressing right at the wet entrance to her sex. She arched toward him just as Kenton slammed deep. So deep. She bit her lip to hold back the scream. Skin to skin. Hot. Slick. So full.

He kissed her hard. He kissed her deep. He kissed her the way he wanted to fuck her.

Mom was the greatest influence of my childhood. She wanted to save me from the vice, lust, and drinking that was all about me.

Moliere exaggerates common vices of mankind: lust, greed, misanthropy, hypocrisy. We all have a touch of these.

He wanted to bed her. Visions darted from his seething imagination, of her body, the limbs and curves and skin he had not yet seen, the swell of her bottom as he cupped it in his hands. He wanted the scent of her in his nostrils, and on his own skin…the drag of her long hair over his throat and chest…He wanted to do unspeakable things with her mouth, and with his own.

Amanda wrestled with him briefly, enjoying the sensation of rubbing along his brawny naked body until his erection rose hot and hard between them. "Very primitive," she said throatily, continuing to squirm until he gave a groaning laugh.

She cupped him so gently, as if she were handling something dangerously volatile. Which she was. His body was nothing but a container brimming with lust, ready to explode. The primitive part of his brain took obscene satisfaction in the lurid sight of her, a fair-haired nymph, sweetly caressing his cock. The contrast grace and crudeness appealed to him on the most primitive level.

The rest of what she wanted to say was lost in his mouth. A red mist rose in his head. Fast as lightning, he picked her up, stripped her, pulled off his sweatshirt, pushed his sweat pants down—he deliberately hadn't put on underwear, either—and embedded his c#ck in her. Just shoved it in because he'd die if he didn't have his c#ck in her now.

Being the object of a woman-hunt, exiled to Simpson, being terrorized by school kids trick-or-treating, lusting after an aroused non-talker with superb thighs. It was all too much.

But just know that I have every intention of making you forget everything but what it feels like to have my tongue and my cock buried inside you." 

But I have every intention of making you forget everything but what it feels like to have my tongue and my cock buried inside you.

Love may be blind, but lust is just damn stupid.

Lust and love. They both put a fire in your damn shorts.

It is good that man should accept at face value the cheats of sense and snares of flesh, and through the fogs of sentiency pursue the lures and lies of passion.

Pomislila je da razumije kakva je to želja bila: privla?nost, mo?no magnetsko strujanje izme?u muškarca i žene, koje ih privla?i bliže jedno drugome. Mislila je da razumije požudu: glad, žudnju. No?u bi bila grozni?ava, snivaju?i o njemu, i nemirna i živ?ana danju, razmišljaju?i o njemu. Nazvala je to životinjskom privla?noš?u, primitivnom, ludom.

Why can't men think with two body parts at the same time? Is it in your blood? Is it just in the genes? What?

Oh, he wanted to sleep with her. Actually, he wanted to pull off her clothes with his teeth

Magic comes from the heart, from your feelings, your deepest expressions of desire. That's why black magic is so easy - it comes from lust, from fear, from things that are easy to feed and make grow. The sort I do is harder. It comes from something deeper than that, a truer and purer source - harder to tap, harder to keep, but ultimately more elegant, more powerful.

I think men who lust for power are capable of almost anything.

But a sick feeling had settled into me, as I looked on this darkling house, with all of its stinking lust and fear, all of its horrid hate worn openly upon it to my Sight, like a mantle of flayed human skin on the shoulders of a pretty girl with gorgeous hair, luscious lips, sunken eyes, and rotting teeth. It repulsed me and it made me afraid.