Quotes About Desire

He tasted like gingermint and chocolate kulfi and something stronger and more powerful, something like want and need, and Owen drank him in and gave him back, dying for him in the subjective three hours it took to get to Malcolm's door.

I'm trying to follow all the steps and check all the boxes. But my heart hurts and my skin aches, and God, I just want to be touched…….Can you touch me and then look at me tomorrow, and it will be okay?

Because right now, leaning against Kenny's counter, he was fully, painfully erect, for maybe the first time in months. He backed away and tried to think about something else - anything else. Losing his job, his mother's cat, Denise - oh, there you go. Limp as a politician's moral code.

He wasn't sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but it started soft and then went sweet and then went tender and then went tinder, and then went out-of-control blaze.

He didn't just want pretty or hot. He wanted beautiful.

Well, sometimes small dreams had grandeur, he thought with dignity. Sometimes, the small dreams were all a person needed to live.

I know I get you to myself all the time, but… but…." There was an uneven touch in Quentin's hair, and Quentin almost stopped breathing. "You're the only thing I've wanted. I wanted my degree, but, you know, that came sort of easy. I wanted a business, and we've done that. And the whole time… hell, even before we had our first class together… before our first study group, before we got dorm assignments… all I wanted was you.

That's the definition of bisexual, Casey—pretty girls and pretty boys, it's like an all-you-can-fuck buffet!

Twenty-eight years, Kenny," Will panted. "Twenty-eight years thinking sex was for the lucky and the brave. Then I find out I can close my eyes, think of you, and become a frickin' god—now c'mon and make me a god!

You're the fantasy I never knew I had.

One glimpse of that glistening, tan back, those rangy shoulders, the sweat-slicked black hair, and his libido woke up and started to pray to Cialis, goddess of horny middle-aged men.

It was... it was like all the girls I was with. They were fun, and I liked their company, but their touch didn't... didn't make anything get warm. Didn't make it pop or zing or ache." The hand moved up to Talker's neck, so that his pulse throbbed against Brian's palm. "Didn't make me feel any of the things I feel when you touch me or smile or... you know, sing in the shower or leave your shoes in the hallway or have conversations with the rat when you think I can't hear you.

Taylor liked a little more bite from a kiss. Brandon had that. Like the bite of alcohol in a mojito—some citrus, some mint, and some wow. Absolutely lethal.

How do you explain the bone-deep knowledge that this thing you con for, lie for, cheat for, ain't never gonna

Fucking mine, you hear me? Mine—no one else's, you're fucking mine and I fucking want you. I want you, and I'm taking you, and I'm never giving you back!

Taylor wanted it back, wanted a lover's touch on his body, wanted more. Wanted to open himself up to somebody who wouldn't hurt him, who would take care of him, who would catch him after he came apart.

He imagined Galen's lean, pretty face with a wicked tilt to his lips. "Oh my God, I really do. Just like I'm going

to enjoy dressing you like a Ken doll and paying your salary for it. I've always wanted to be a sugar daddy.

Brandon's furious desire to care for Taylor surprised him, but it also invigorated him. He'd been waiting all his adult life to have a prince come sweep him off his feet. Imagine his shock to find that he was the prince, and he had a job to do.

stolen kisses.

Jason liked to do things—touchy things—that had nothing to do with "This will get your dick hard" and everything to do with "This will make your heart beat and your chest swell and your stomach erupt into butterflies, and you will weep wanting to be touched like that some more.

He's awesome," Alejandro confessed, looking at her. "Your little brother is beautiful and amazing and perfect and way too young and innocent for the things I want to do to him." Alejandro put his face back into

It needed a cock cozy, or Crawford's mouth, just to keep it warm.

It was a beautiful dream, being with this one person who loved him. He could warm himself by that dream and wake up in its bed every day and every night—but he wasn't sure if he could ever really inhabit that dream.