Quotes About Desire

From the first time Thomas has seen him, he hadn't known who or what Marcus was, just that he wanted him. Wanted to be his. And the fact Thomas has thought of it that way should have given him a clue to the hidden craving in his own makeup. An unexpected sexual preference. Preference. There was a grimly amusing word. As if any need this elemental was a choice.

God, he was going to destroy her. But maybe for the first time in her life, she'd found a man worth shattering for.

I want to play with your pussy while I drive. I'm going to keep you talking the whole way, so I can hear your voice break as I get you hotter and hotter.

Only thing worse than a dry fuck is small talk.

Please touch me." He needed intimacy, the emotion behind the physical punch of what Marcus had just done to him.

It was larger than even usual, the tip damp with fluid, his testicles smooth and tight.

Your voice started to get all low and sexy at the end. You practically purr like a tiger when you're about to get off.

By my hand only. By my cock and mouth only, unless I command otherwise.

Can I get back to fucking your brains out now?" Thomas grinned. "You forget how to be a Master? Why are you asking?

He matched her seductive purr with a husky growl.

To get the most out of what you wanted, you had to have what you needed first.

She not only wanted to play with the lion; she wanted to take him home and keep him.

A man who would submit to her desires as willingly as Josh was a heady aphrodisiac.

Then give me your pain, Master. I can bear it as long as I know your lips will touch every mark when you're done, signing it as your work.

And I've told you that men cannot help what their cocks do. Only what they do with them." "So

She didn't belong to anyone, though her lovers, temporary though they were, belonged to her for all time.

Most of the Masters at The Zone would have given both of their testicles for the right to top the Ice Queen.

The body is entirely neutral, my lady. It just likes sex. It's the mind that fucks up our compass.

Naughty Bits Part III Bound to Please

All those wonderful muscles would be taut and slick as he pounded into her with single-minded urgency, his most primitive instincts making him into a fierce, beautiful rutting animal. Just imagining it made heat shimmer over her skin.

I had to write now, or not at all. And I wanted to write.

When they talk among themselves, advertising people have been admitting since the 1920s that their job is to make people feel inadequate—and then offer their product as the solution to the sense of inadequacy they have created.

The difference between being online and being physically among people, I saw in that moment, is a bit like the difference between pornography and sex: it addresses a basic itch, but it's never satisfying.

If I have too much luggage, too much property, too many material goods, that makes me worry I have to defend this stuff—then in that case I will not have time left to take care of the things I really love, and then I lose my freedom.