Quotes About Impulse

In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life—or at least ever since he'd survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest.

Yanking his inner manwhore back to the land of polite conversating, he forced his hands to stop

good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.

Otherwise, three little words would have leaked from his mouth. And undoubtedly doomed him in ways he couldn't even guess at. Bad time. Bad place. For that kind of thing. Forever.

As he stepped forward, it dawned on her that this was a bad idea. If he wanted to talk she should meet him downstairs. After all, he was very male. And she was very naked. And they were now... yup, shut in a bedroom together. Good planning. Excellent work. Maybe she should jump out a window next.

McDonald's, he thought. Why couldn't she have wanted Mickey D's. Or Pizza Hut. Taco Hell—

No offense," she muttered, "but fucking drink.

Fuck me!" he belted out. Yes, please, his cock replied with a kick.

denying his cock wasn't an option: When he'd backed off a couple months ago as a test pattern, within twelve hours he'd been ready to fuck a tree, he was so horny. Was there any such thing as anti-Viagra? Cialis Reversailis? Limpicillin? Rolling

Xcor lunged at her, moving so fast he wasn't aware of making the decision to get on her. And he was rough, shoving her hand out of the way and sealing his mouth on her sex, taking what he wanted, what she had teased him with. Now

You want to throw me against a wall and see if I stick?

You looking for some play, daddy? He shifted in the seat and told himself to quit being picky and get it over with. It was just sex, for God's sake. Maybe. What's a ticket on the fifty-yard line going to cost? She lifted up her hand and touched her lips with two fingers. For a full game. Two hundred bucks to get rid of his virginity. Which boiled down to less than a dollar a year. What a steal. Phury was half-dead as he got to his feet. Sounds good.

Humans + alcohol x urge to kill=body count. Not what he or his business interests needed.

The door to the PT suite swung open, and Peyton appeared between the jambs with a bottle of liquor in his hand, an arousal in his pants, and the wild look in his eye of someone over the brink. In this current incarnation, the male was something right out of the Bad Idea Catalog. And what do you know ... a blond male with an able body was exactly what she wanted in her virtual shopping cart.

As V headed to the door, he wanted to lay down a minefield of triggers in the guy's brain, forge all sorts of neuropathways so that if the bastard thought of Jane sexually he'd feel dread or nausea or maybe burst into tears like a total sissy. After all, adverse impulse training was a godsend when it came to deprogramming.

He had a stupid impulse to wake her up and reposition her just so he could feel her ease against him once more.

Edgar Allan Poe called it "the imp of the perverse," that willful, self-destructive voice within that impels us to do things or say things that cause our undoing.

I went off with him for no reason.

Artist or no-artist, I can't pass up a piece of fried chicken when I see one.

I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief. I was getting the bug myself.

traicionan al tiempo con falsas urgencias.»

Sometimes he pursued the call into the forest, looking for it as though it were a tangible thing, barking softly or defiantly... Irresistible impulses seized him. he would be lying in camp, dozing lazily in the heat of the day, when suddenly his head would lift and his ears cock up, intent and listening, and he would spring on his feet and dash away, and on and on, for hours, though the forest aisles.

There are songs where no matter how much you know you shouldn't - like the Ying Yang Twins' 'Shake' - I'll be in a dress, and I'll krump to it. It's horrible!

There are two types of people in this world: one who opens a packet of biscuits, has one and puts the rest back in the cupboard, and one who eats the whole packet in one go.