Quotes About Desire

If we make it out of this, I'm going to need a hug—and a night of hot sex." "It's a deal." "What's

Firemen find 'em hot and leave 'em wet.

When a man looks into a woman's eyes, lass, he doesna want to see the horrors he has kent written there. He wants to see joy and warmth and some measure of innocence. Tis the natural duty and desire of a man to protect his woman and children from the world's bitterness.

He invited me into his private world and I was hope hope hoping that the glass slipper would fit my size seven foot

His eyes were the color of hot fudge, and his thick hair cascaded down his slender back in clean, wavy clumps. He looked like a sensitive prince in search of Sleeping Beauty, and unfortunately for him, he found me.

Their fantasy men--like Yon-sama--not only wouldn't spend their days barking drink orders from the couch, they might not ever be home at all. And that's okay. For these women the pleasure of a fantasy lover comes not from having him but from pining for him.

That's what I want, she thought, with the fiercest feeling of wanting she'd ever had in her life. She wanted that look her granny had, that look that told the world here I am, I'm somebody, and here is my life. I been young and old and in between, I loved a man, raised my children, worked, laughed, cried, and, see, even after all that, here I still am. "I'll be

He wanted her. Here, now, between growing vines and fallen leaves, in the rain and the mud. Anywhere.And she wanted him, too.

We must plant the seed of desire, water it with sincere faith. If you think you are beaten you are. If you dare not, you don't. If you want to win, but think you can't, it is almost sure you won't." 14

It was there. That feeling, that oneness, that she'd always sought, that she'd always longed for, that had always eluded her. It was right there in each other's arms. She had found it at last and she wanted to revel in it, expand it, prolong it. She wanted to make it theirs, forever. And keep it both secreted inside their hearts and shared with the entire human race.

Eli stepped back and spread his arms. "Imagine how I feel. All my functional parts in good working order and in the prime of my life, and the only woman I care about thinks we're best girlfriends.

Yes, Eli was gorgeous and sexy and she was still in love with him. That made her vulnerable. But being vulnerable was not the same as being defenseless. She was learning to be strong, she was learning not to settle for less than the kind of love she knew was out there, somewhere.

Miss Althea?" "I don't blame you, Jesse," she said at last, taking control of her whirling emotions. "I must have…I must have led you astray somehow. But you must never touch me again." Jesse's disappointment was palpable. "Never?" That seemed impossible. To be allowed to know how wonderful it was to feel and smell and taste her and then to never be allowed that again. It was so unfair. Jesse wanted to cry. It was too unfair.

I'll tell you a secret about the men in this world. They like young pretty girls, but when pretty teams up with smart and resourceful, it's more than an elixir, it's nearly a dad-blamed aphrodisiac.

Piney woke up wearing a big grin on his face. He couldn't remember when he'd slept so well. He pulled the pillow next to him up over his face. He could smell her hair on it. "Jesse," he murmured to himself. He liked her. He really liked her. And he loved, loved, loved doing her. Being inside her. She was so hot. She was so tight. She was… Piney stopped himself in midthought and rolled out of bed. His mind was headed where his body could not go.

One researcher, J.P. Gump found that the most profound shame results from the destruction of your subjectivity when "what you need, what you desire, and what you feel are of complete and utter insignificance.

A vampire may play with his food, but he never sets it free.

You know I am." Lifting his head, he peered into her eyes, his own smoky hot. "Show me.

Amazing. She had to get these vampires to bite her more often.

Like all collectors, I exist in a perpetual state of want that bears no reasonable relationship to the quantity of unread books mounting up on my shelves.

Books gnaw at me from around the edges of my life, demanding more time and attention. I am always left hungry.

The Alexandria Quartet

the warmth in my mouth. that rush through my veins making my heartache my pulse quicken my head- just a bit dizzy. my legs- just a bit numb. my tongue years for more more of you right now. now. i can't wait anymore. this is torture. seriously. i'm in hell. waiting for you. i just want to shout to this giant crowd of people "how hard is it to make a latte, fuckers?" i love you, coffee.

It makes you crazy. Waiting for someone to love you, to come to you and only you, to choose you like you've already chosen, is the most degrading, debasing, demoralising...and yet, sweet, sweet pain there is. It's as humbling aas it is humiliating. But yes, there is a sweet side.