Quotes About Desire

I was already imagining how good it would be to eat his big, round ass.

Our eyes met, and then, with one accord, each of us dropped his gaze to the other's crotch. It was one of those moments of mutual understanding which never cease to delight me.

the body had

I was close to shooting; he was a very good cocksucker.

Sex, for me, is equally capable of expressing positive and negative emotions, often at the same time.

He stopped talking and set to licking the hard pricks—mine and Charlie's—that he held in his greedy hands.

Never knew a man could be so…hungry for it.

You ain't never going to get rich that way, Johnson. And there's money in that dick. Lots of money.

As usual, I was letting my dick do the thinking.

I need to fuck you now, Jack. I want to be inside you. All night.

If I was going to become a great detective, I would have to learn to master my own libido.

He drew me to him and kissed me on the mouth, softly, without aggression. His face, which had ripped me raw with its stubble in the night, was smooth and soft now. His body was warm and hairy. And his cock—that ever ready cock—was pointing to the ceiling again.

Good boy. I want you all to myself. Like I told you, I love you.

You ain't lived till you've sucked a big, hard, juicy dick." "Mmm-hmm…

Tell me, Mitch," said Bertrand, reading my thoughts, "is there anyone on this train that you do not want to fuck?" "I'm not crazy about the dowager.

Lust makes cowards of us all.

Perhaps the blood that was flooding into his dick, bringing it to full erection, was starving his brain of oxygen.

and work meant an end to my diet of lotus flowers.

Okay, pretty boy, you're going to get fucked.

Ever had two men at the same time, Bertrand? Up that neat little ass?" "Oh, Mitch," he said, in a way that could easily have meant yes or no.

As the blood flowed back to his brain, he turned back into the rather formal young man I had worked so hard to corrupt.

Do your worst, Johnson. Fuck me if you want.

He dropped to his knees and started smothering my cock in kisses; this wasn't going to be a particularly skilful blow job, I thought, but it would be sincerely meant.

What did I know about Bertrand, apart from the fact that his ass fit my dick like a glove?