Quotes About Desire

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

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Bay caressed his smooth cheek. "You shaved. It feels soft." He caught her hand and kissed her palm. "Go," he said, opening the bathroom door again. "Before I change my mind and you end up making love to a man who smells like a bear.

ago that yer were going to buy the biggest hat in Liverpool

Even as a little girl, Irma Leopold had wanted above all things to see everyone happy with the cake of their choice. Sometimes it became an almost unbearable longing, as when she had looked down at Mademoiselle asleep on the grass this afternoon.

It's been so long since I made love I can't even remember who gets tied up.

Habit has two parts, Toni [Packer] says. There is the habit itself (finger biting, smoking, drinking, whatever), and there is the observer who wants to stop, who is also a habit. And there is the conflict, the battle between the desire to indulge, which is an escape from what is, and the desire to stop, which is also a movement away from what is.

Always there is the one choice to be made: which road to take? which duty to accept? which item, amidst a store's displays, to purchase as our own? The paths of the past parts of our lives are strewn with things not chosen. One believes, nay, one is taught , that choice provides fulfillment of desire. In truth, however, relinquishment and loss enter in to the bargain every single time. Loss looks over the shoulders of fair choice. For every thing one chooses, some thing is left behind.

having a lover doesn't necessarily mean having someone to love".

Let me tell you what I want,' he said fiercely. 'For a start, I want you. I told you that, but perhaps I didn't make myself clear. I want the whole package, hang-ups, fears and phobias, as well as the good parts.

I said Jeannine why are you unhappy? I'm not unhappy. You have everything (I said). What is there that you want and haven't got? I want to die. Do you want to be an airplane pilot? is that it? And they won't let you? Did you have a talent for mathematics, which they squelched? Did they refuse to let you be a truck driver? What is it? I want to live.

I've never slept with a girl. I couldn't. I wouldn't want to. That's abnormal and I'm not, although you can't be normal unless you do what you want and you can't be normal unless you love men. To do what I wanted would be normal, unless what I wanted was abnormal, in which case it would be abnormal to please myself and normal to do what I didn't want to do, which isn't normal.

Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren't gonna let me stick my dick in you," he muttered. "Do you have to be so crude?" I snapped. "Have you met me?" "Who says I'd let you do it anyway?" "Babe," he replied in a low, rough voice, raising his eyebrow at me.

Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren't gonna let me stick my dick in you," he muttered. "Do you have to be so crude?" I snapped. "Have you met me?

I think you're a raging asshole. Ruger laughed. "Yeah, well I think you're a bitch, but my cock likes you, so we'll figure something out.

Jesus, you piss me off," he murmured. "Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot." "Don't call it that." His lip twitched. "Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated sexual intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?

Gonna fuck you now." "Sure," I whispered, dazed. "Not sure I'm gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.

You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

You're all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn't give you up if I tried.

The fact that my dick's in it's happy place is probably saving your life. Trust me when I say I'm seriously considerin' strangling you, Sophie. Thinking about fuckin' you balances that out.

So, what do you think?" I asked. "About what?" "Fucking, of course. Remember? I'm not a need a little girl who needs protection, Hunter. I know what I want. Just lay back and relax because it's not personal. I'm just going to borrow you're dick for a while.

Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I'm-probably-a-murderer-but-I've-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you'll-still-lust-after-me kind of way.

I've been wonderin' if I could take you—whether I should take you. I keep thinkin' about Noah and whether it's right for him, but now I get none of it matters, because you're mine already. You've been mine for a hell of a long time and I just didn't realize it.

I could spend a year trying to describe him, but you still wouldn't fully appreciate his unique appeal until your panties spontaneously combusted the first time he smiled at you.