lust

We all have to feed the greed of other people until we find people to feed our greed and life goes on.

Sin in the world destroys people__ lives through lust, sickness and addiction.

Sin in the world destroys people__ lives through lust, sickness and addiction

The monkish vows keep us far from that sink of vice that is the female body, but often they bring us close to other errors. Can I finally hide from myself the fact that even today my old age is still stirred by the noonday demon when my eyes, in choir, happen to linger on the beardless face of a novice, pure and fresh as a maiden's?

The quest to sin always knocks at the door of the heart, but behold! You have the right and will to open your door or never to mind the knocks, no matter how intense it is!

Such moments passed and the wasting fires of lust sprang up again. The verses passed from his lips and the inarticulate cries and the unspoken brutal words rushed forth from his brain to force a passage. His blood was in revolt. He wandered up and down the dark slimy streets peering into the gloom of lanes and doorways, listening eagerly for any sound. He moaned to himself like some baffled prowling beast. He wanted to sin with another of his kind, to force another being to sin with him and to exult with her in sin. He felt some dark presence moving irresistibly upon him from the darkness, a presence subtle and murmurous as a flood filling him wholly with itself. Its murmur besieged his ears like the murmur of some multitude in sleep; its subtle streams penetrated his being. His hands clenched convulsively and his teeth set together as he suffered the agony of its penetration. He stretched out his arms in the street to hold fast the frail swooning form that eluded him and incited him: and the cry that he had strangled for so long in his throat issued from his lips. It broke from him like a wail of despair from a hell of sufferers and died in a wail of furious entreaty, a cry for an iniquitous abandonment, a cry which was but the echo of an obscene scrawl which he had read on the oozing wall of a urinal.

He that becomes protector of sin shall surely become its prisoner.

I believe in love at first sight_But it__ not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it__ the moment you first seethe person they truly are.

For what is love if one loves a woman without knowing her? Just a decision to love? Or even an imitation? The question concerns us all: If, from our childhood on, the examples of love were not there inviting us to copy them, would we know what "loving" means?

Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like a mournful wreck ruined by lust, in the midst of her own banal, perfidious pollution.

A punching bag. The guy was pounding on a punching bag. That realization took about a nanosecond to register in her brain before the real important information came to the forefront: LoriSue, God bless her slutty little soul, had been absolutely correct. He was male-stripper material, and he__ been thoughtful enough to strip to a pair of athletic shorts on his very first night in the neighborhood.

I love being aroused.I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again. It__ like I__ being made new.

It was the impatience of the way he tore my panties from my body, that really turned me on: I was all he could think of, as his lust got the better of him. The way they looked so small, and cruelly forgotten, was a beautiful symbol of how much we both needed to satisfy our lusts.

A man who loves others based solely on how they make him feel, or what they do for him, is really not loving others at all - but loving only himself.

What you think is the heart might well be another organ.

Desire is the kind of thing thateats youandleaves you starving.

Jesus Christ!_ A man could only take so much. She yelped as he snatched her up around the waist and sat her on the counter. __it there and don__ move. Don__ bat your eyes. Don__ lick your lips. Don__ get on your knees. And for God__ sake, don__ bend over._ He snatched the mixer off the floor. __here the hell do you want it?

To feel aroused is to feel alive. Having great sex is like taking in huge lungfuls of fresh air, essential to your body, essential to your health, and essential to your life.