Quotes About Desire

Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but it's easier to fight.

What had my scary thought been? That Olaf was sincere. In some crazy,pathological way, he like-liked me. As in boyfriend-liked me. Not just for fucking or slaughter, but maybe, just maybe, he actually wanted to date me like one human being to another. He seemed to have no clue how to interact with a woman in a way that wasn't terrifying, but he was trying. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he was trying.

Oh, I'll enjoy myself. I want to make sure you enjoy yourself. Why? I said. If you enjoy yourself, then there's a better chance you'll want to be with me again.

A certain type of man, when he loves for the first time, his love is not really love, it is possession. Possessions don't have rights or feelings; they are something to owned and controlled. He had spent more than a year trying to do just that, and failing.

My least favorite thing was a man who had severe white-man's ass, where the jeans just bagged over the butt. I wanted something to hold on to, something to sink my teeth into. When I said I liked meat on my men I didn't just mean one thing.

murder takes presedence over watching my boyfriend strip -ID, Anita to Nathaniel

That kiss was really nice you know before you...bit me, but it was still nice.

Laurell K. Hamilton

My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.

He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.

I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.

More sex. We must have more sex.

Let's fool around. And then? he asked, voice low. When it's time, take blood, and then let's fuck. He gave a surprised burst of laughter. Ma petite, you are such a sweet-talker, how can I refuse?

Besides I'm a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes.

It may be a crush, or hero worship (...), it may not be love, but if you've never felt anything stronger, how do you tell the difference?

he'd wanted to do for years while we dated—the whole princely sweep-you-off-your-feet shit. I liked to keep my feet firmly on the ground unless sex was involved, and you can't really have sex in a horse-drawn carriage; it scares the horses.

Sex may not be the answer to everything, but it's also not the worst answer to a lot of things.

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Eppure continuano a chiedermi: Perchè scrivi di sesso e di mostri? L'unica risposta sincera è questa: Lo dite come se avessi scelta. Invece sono queste le idee che mi arrivano. Queste sono le idee che mi sono sempre arrivate. Voglio scrivere di esseri che possono dissanguarmi, divorarmi o portarmi a letto. Ogni ragazza ha bisogno di un hobby.

Yes, but it is frightening and romantic for the Queen to say, 'Where is my Darkness, bring me my Darkness,' and someone would bleed or die at his hand." "You

I pointed behind me. "They're my guys. It's not that you aren't cute, but when this is already waiting at home it makes a girl a little less eager to add new men.

A challenge forever," I said. "For all eternity," he whispered. I let him draw me down into a kiss, and part of me was still not sure if I'd done a good thing or a bad thing. But just for tonight, I didn't care.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

J.J kissed Jason and said, "I'm going to freshen up and change into something more comfortable." She walked toward the bathroom, big bag swinging at her side. I called after her, "Is it really more comfortable, or just the opposite?" She laughed. "You'll see soon enough." "Shit, that means I need lingerie too.