Quotes About Desire

I've a deuced strong desire to kiss you," he said huskily.

he dove for it, they'd

It is vitally important to discern your true heart's desire. Your heart's desire is different from fleeting wants or insatiable cravings. Your heart's desire is positive, life-enhancing, and beneficial to you and others.

He was once again wearing only a pair of trousers, chest bared, and sight was extremely arousing. All that naked male flesh, all that dark, swirled hair, was unsettling and thrilling. She longed to run her fingers through the matted pile, to rub her nose against it, while she traced over sinew and bone.

This is the main course," he declared. "Later, I'll provide dessert." From the salacious gleam in his eye, she understood that he wasn't referring to food. "Do I get to pick my favorite?" "With my avid assistance.

She couldn't tear herself away from his beautiful face, his furred chest, his tight trousers. As usual, the top buttons were unfastened, and her gaze was held captive by the male mysteries buried below. How she craved to see him in the altogether! To run her hands across that marvelous torso! To massage and caress as he permitted his other paramours to indulge themselves on a regular basis!

Not willing to deny himself a modest sample of the shattering excess, he spun her and propped her against the bedpost. Her thighs were spread wide and, though many layers of fabric separated them, his cock was wedged against her mound, her searing heat coaxing him, urging him on and in. Matching the thrust of his tongue, he flexed against her, slowly and meticulously, letting her savor his aroused condition, allowing her to distinguish his decadent invitation.

But wouldn't it be more amusing if I stayed? You could climb in the tub again, and I could wash you. Or---" he glanced down at his pants that so graphically outlined his masculine form---"I could soak in the water, and you could bathe me . Either way, I promise the experience will be everything you desire. And more.

I decided that I wanted to have one memory of you with your clothes on." "Beast," she chuckled. "If you wished to see me dressed, you only had to request it." "Plus, it's so fun to remove everything"---he stared at her over the rim of his stemmed goblet---"piece by piece.

What man had ever been presented such an enticing feast? She was a mature virgin, primed and ready for sexual initiation. If he acceded, he could excite and stimulate her, teach and disclose to her the sexual methods he enjoyed. A devoted, zealous pupil, she would wield her distinct skills with lethal precision for his exclusive benefit and delectation.

Not willing to deny himself a modest sample of the shattering excess, he sun her and propped her agains the bedpost. Her thighs were spread wide and, though many layers of fabric separated them, his cock was wedged against her mound, her searing heat coaxing him, urging him on and in. Matching the thrust of his tongue, he flexed against her, slowly and meticulously, letting her savor his aroused condition, allowing her to distinguish his decadent invitation.

He needed Sarah's sweet courtesy, was desperate to suffer through her virginal oohs and aahs, to bask in her fascination. The feel of her smooth hands, with those slender, questing fingers roving over him, was like a healing salve to his battered body and spirit. She amused herself with his chest, rifling through the springy hair, exploring the ridges and valleys until her maneuvers felt as natural as breathing, as though she'd touched him just so a hundred times before.

Lovely..." he murmured in an enticing baritone that skittered across her nerve endings and induced her abdomen to clench in response. The peculiar salutation snapped her into action, and she whirled to face him. Nervously, she clutched at the towel, desperately striving to shield herself, but his probing examination slithered over her like a tangible caress, lingering on her lips, her breasts, the juncture between her thighs.

Her breathing hitched. Too much was happening too fast. The wanton episode was so inconceivable that it played out like a fantasy---except that he was really present, arousing and addictive. Her mind wailed for her to call a halt, but her body wouldn't obey. 'I'd planned to have you on your bed the first time"---his assertion brushed against her ear---"but maybe I should take you here, by the mirror, so you can see how splendid we are together.

Can't You get just ONE GUY to love me? You know this is the position I have been in my entire life. Unloved. Unknown. Not chosen.

I'm so sick of my life. The chapter I want doesn't get written. I'm always stuck in the "wait" chapter.

I've prayed countless prayers to God saying, "Please take this desire away." But He hasn't! I even asked, "Just take the desire away until you're ready to give it to me. Hold it in a box. Duct tape it closed for later because I don't want to desire anything that you don't have for me right now! It hurts too much.

There are some people, I realize, who may not be called to marriage. I can't say with certainty that every person who wants to be married will be. Only God knows what He intends for each of us.

Wanting to leave is enough.

He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.

I would want things to be different than they were. The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods.

I receive a lot of letters like yours. Most go on in length, describing all sorts of maddening situations and communications in bewildered detail, but in each there is the same question at its core: Can I convince the person about whom I am crazy to be crazy about me? The short answer is no. The long answer is no.

The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods. It took me four years, seven months, and three days to do it. I didn't know where I was going until I got there. It was a place called the Bridge of the Gods.

I'd entered the city the way one enters any grand love affair: with no exit plan.