Quotes About Desire

we can never have enough of that which we really don't want

Proselytizing is more a passionate search for something not yet found than a desire to bestow upon the world something we already have.

Once desire was turned on, combustion gave it a life of its own. Once it was turned on it became a raging wildfire, uncontrollable and uncontainable, the type of conflagration that had to be allowed to burn itself out.

I deserved to find pleasure that surpassed my imagination, better than any I had experienced.

wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to temptation!

you had to have happiness to miss happiness!

Love is for the soul and sex is for the body. Both cry out for satisfaction

Sex and love are not identical twins. Not fraternal. Not born at the same moment but still of the same womb.

Love ain't never been a rational beast.

Sometimes I want the friendship of a man but other times I only want his passion. Friendship can be false; passion never lies.

The heart define whom we are were attracted to. I was attracted to him, sexually, mentally and maybe even spiritually. And the heart decided for how long that inner madness would last.

We kissed again . . . . My clit began to twerk.

The mouth that you love to feel sucking you. The mouth that makes your toes curl, the mouth that makes you ache and moan.

He tongue swiped my sex like was licking the frosting off a cupcake. I called out to heaven again. . . . My sounds encouraged him to torture me.

His sexual movements were smoother than warm butter, creative, musical, and right away he became a conductor who directed the performance and moans of his one-woman orchestra with his dick. I sang like a choir.

He dropped his towel. He showed me what I had gotten myself into, what wanted to get into me.

What I Wish, this I do not practice, but what I hate is what I do.

Tonight I was stealing the time of another woman.

My hand slid into his. The warmth of his hand surrounded mine and made me wish Carson Boulevard was miles more than six lanes wide. He let my hand go when we made it to the sidewalk.

He asked, May I kiss you? I stopped blinking. The six lanes of traffic stopped moving. That question made the world stop spinning. A chill ran up and down my spine. My hands opened and closed a thousand times.

My sounds encouraged his tongue to torture me. . . . Without embarrassment he sucked me like I was a man . . . . Glanced up at me as I looked down at him. . . . Then put all of his tongue deep inside me again. I lost it. People in planes, and on Century, Sepulveda, and Airport boulevards, heard my sexual pleas.

If you're craving oatmeal cookies, apple sauce won't do..

A man knows if he loves a woman in three months, if not three days, but what he desires in three hours, if that is all he desires, he should never get from you in three hundred years.

That's what sex does: it starts relationships and it verifies the end of relationships.