Quotes About Desire

one of those guys you just want to shove down and lick all over. Which I did, actually. He's nasty in bed, too, never tried some of that shit before. Pierced dick. I shit you not.

her hand lay on my stomach, precisely six inches from the top of my straining dick. I knew this because exactly once every sixty seconds I looked away from the screen to make sure it hadn't ripped a hole through my pants. Then I'd start counting down again, because the counting was the only thing keeping me from rolling her over and shoving my cock so far up her cunt it hit the back of her throat.

Peaches Taylor had crawled under my skin when I was seven years old, and by now, I was addicted to the sensation. Sooner or later, I'd bend her over that bar for real. Until then, I'd just have to get off by torturing her.

Still think I'd be prettier if I smiled?" she asked, the words intense and full of hate. "Yeah," I replied, licking my lips. A wave of heat surged down my spine, and I felt my hips shift restlessly as my cock throbbed. "But pretty is boring. I like you better when you're pissed off. Makes me want to push you down over that desk and fuck you.

My eyes dropped back down to his lips. They were full and way too soft for a guy, which I knew for a fact because they'd been all over my neck earlier. Yup, I'd definitely suck on those, given the chance. I'd suck on them for a good long time. Then I'd start moving down, trying out that pierced nipple on the way down to his cock.

I just want to get laid, though. Do you think any of the guys in your club are available? I don't want a boyfriend, just a friend with benefits. Someone I can fuck and then ditch, guilt-free, when it gets old.

I'd tried to find someone else, but it was like he'd broken me, destroying every chance for happiness away from his touch. God, but I hated him for that.

Any other time, any other place, she'd be under me already, but I knew my job. Reapers forever, forever Reapers. Sometimes loyalty sucks.

She wanted me as much as I wanted her. And yeah, I realize that makes me sound like an egotistical ass, but this wasn't my first rodeo. I saw the lust in her eyes, and the way she licked her lips and stared at my mouth. This wasn't a one-way street, not even close.

Who are you?" I asked, the hard pressure between my legs sending waves of need and desire through me. But I wasn't some little girl to be manipulated by lust. "Told you – my name is Gage. I'm with the Reaper's motorcycle club, and I'll be the man fucking you from now on.

Suppose it was too much to hope for a man who could fix an air conditioner and have a soul at the same time.

Incluso en estos tiempos en los que soy feliz de otra manera, todos los días tienen ese instante en que me jugaría la primavera por tenerte delante.

Lo que yo quiero, corazón cobarde, es que mueras por mí. Y morirme contigo si te matas y matarme contigo si te mueres porque el amor cuando no muere mata porque amores que matan nunca mueren.

Tanto la quería, que, tardé, en aprender a olvidarla, diecinueve días y quinientas noches.

Yo le quería decir que el azar se parece al deseo que un beso es sólo un asalto y la cama es un ring de boxeo, que las caricias que mojan la piel y la sangre amotinan se marchitan cuando las toca la sucia rutina.

Tú que tanto has besado tú que me has enseñado, sabes mejor que yo que hasta los huesos sólo calan los besos que no has dado, los labios del pecado.

Quando se ama deveras e se está com o objeto do amor, não se recorda, não se deseja, não se quer mais nada!

The best definition of love in the world is not worth one kiss from the girl you love.

Is romantic yearning an appetite for [H]eaven, or is it the ultimate refinement of covetousness?

I now realize what Dorothy means in the final scene from The Wizard of Oz, when she says that if you have to look beyond your front door for your heart's desire, perhapsit was never there to begin with. Maybe, like Dorothy, I should embrace the love right in front of me and not search for some elusive dream that never mattered in the first place.

Because watching him love Tiger Lily was better than not watching him at all.

An unspoken rivalry threaded their relationship, in which Tiger Lily thought that if she could keep up with him, she could hold tighter to him. It didn't occur to her there was anything in which Peter would want her to fail. But sometimes, I could see that, even for him, she was too fast, too sure-footed, and didn't seem to need him quite enough.

It was like this sometimes, and I felt I should look away, but I couldn't. I wanted to be there, having my face touched, defeating a heart like Peter's, but the next best thing was seeing it for Tiger Lily.

And always, I could see that, despite his weakness for her or because of it, he seemed uncatchable, as if he might slip away at any moment.