lust

I__ love to be tried out,_ I said, with a suggestive smile. __ne should always explore something, before one goes in deeper.__ saw a little flicker of fun in his eyes.

I love being aroused. I love how that feeling overcomes me, as I look at a man__ erect cock, as I feel his hands ripping my clothes from my body, as the air caresses my naked skin, and how I feel like I__ blossoming like a flower.

Most days, I__e got this impermanence thing down just great. It doesn__ bother me; what__ to bother? Most days, I sit comfortably with the knowledge that I__l die alone, and I feel nothing so strongly as my embrace of my nothingness. Most days don__ really matter, because there is only this day, and right now I feel like fear is all I am. I don__ want you to leave. Just let me pretend you won__.'He wrapped his arms around me and we slept. For that night, we would last forever.

He pulled my head back further, and I could hear his ragged breathing as his mouth came close to my ear, sounding so desperate for me. God, I was turned on so much_

He placed the tip of his fingers on her chin and tilted her head up to his. Rylan slowly closed her eyes as she felt his breathing quicken. The chill of his lips as they pressed against hers made her buckle at the knees, falling even further into him.

The thought went through my mind that we should film ourselves in our sexual act, and project our frenzied copulation permanently onto the walls of the tea-room, as a lesson to wake up the boring people who drank tea here, and to show them what life was really all about.

To lust for something is desire turned selfish and gone mad. To embrace God__ passion is desire turned selfless and gone mindful.

Lust, pure gorgeous lust: the sacred energy that elevates us, and makes us feel so special.

The air felt thick with the feeling between us, like it was filling the room: a room full of our carnal heat, our hot desire for each other. Both my hands were clenched on the tablecloth, bunching it tightly, as he continued to swipe the belt against my quivering ass cheeks, and I could feel his tight fist yank repeatedly on my hair.

He was the kind of man I wanted: wild, hot, horny, and losing control. And it all pointed back to me, about how much I felt in control of him, with the power of my body.I felt so in control of him; it was dizzying, and intoxicating.

I stood in front of him, frustratedly imagining his naked muscular chest, and wanting his hot cock to spear me. My nipples were aroused, feeling as hard and long as coat hooks. They prodded fiercely through the thin blue material at him, like little calling signs of how horny and ready for sex I was. The best advertisement of all: erect nipples!

He closed the door behind us, and led me through to the back of the shop. __f you don__ mind, you can get changed in the stock cupboard,_ he said. __e__e not posh enough here to have staff changing rooms, but you__l soon get used to it.___h, don__ worry, Chris,_ I said warmly. ____ used to getting my clothes off in unusual places.

He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn__ be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real reason he had given them to me: so he could look furtively at me, as I bent over.That idea turned me on. I welcomed it, and decided to give him a good look at what he wanted.

It was at that point Ginny felt a presence and turning to look into his eyes she knew destiny was waiting, just around the corner, over the hill. His dark limpid pools, full of hope and wonder, gazed longingly at her and slowly, as his stare captured her heart, a hush descended. All that surrounded them slipped away into darkness until she could see only him. What happened next was a blur.

Her steel blue eyes captivated him at first glance and along with the alluring scent of jasmine surrounding her presence, he lost all sense of time and rhythm, and barely remembered the ensuing conversation. Thinking he had died and gone to heaven, the only thing that stuck in his memory, as they found themselves pressed urgently against the wall of her hotel room, was her name; Ginny.

Lust, desire and passion. They can turn a wallflower into a sexual predator and a rational person into a raving lunatic.

I am Angel. I am demon. I am woman. I am heaven and hell rolled into one.Kiss me passionately, let me taste your desire, feed my soul and your heaven becomes mine...Beget a maelstrom, feel the abyss shudder. hear the wails of anguish and my hell becomes yours...

And I__ trying to stay strong. I really, really am. But he smells so damn good, and his lips are just right there. All soft and inviting_ and all I can think about is having them on my body.