lustful

Again, I am surprised why people seek to eliminate lust and cling to love; as they wish to ignore happiness and cleave unto joy! Now, now, let's not sugar-coat things! Lust has a lot more to do with life and what is the good of life if you do not carry much lust inside of you at all times? And joy is a noble thing, but happiness though fleeting can be found every day and in every small little way!

Your heart desire will come, but when it comes, you desire for another, and when it comes again, you still aspire for another, that shows your level of ingratitude.

Fuck! The things she does to me with a simple kiss.

Break free from the binding robes of passion that feels like a lump in your heart, perform that surgery today, and you'll be set free forever.

Sex swims in marriage, while sex sinks in sin of being single.

I__e wanted you since the moment you first turned up here four months ago,_ he whispered, __ have to have you.

I want to take you under the moonlight.

This is the gateway to Hell, baby_ Welcome to The Underworld.

They say I should stay away from you,_ I said. __hey said you__e not good for me._ ____ not,_ he said with a wicked smile, __ut doesn__ that make it even more fun?

It is when I find my soul is lost and lustfully wandering betwixt heaven and hell, and in that moment of spiritual bliss when the chances of recovering from falling into the sexual abyss are zero...I find the odds extremely appealing....

If I could, I would take you with me," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.She tried to pull away from him. "You would not. You would grow tired of me in a few weeks."He shook his head, pulling her tight against him. "No...I could never grow tired of you.""How can you be so sure?" she asked.He brushed tendrils of hair from her face. "I have craved to know you for years...even just to hear you speak my name...a single touch of your hand on mine..."He kissed her softly, his lips tasting hers. "I want you to be mine...I want you always."- 'unknown script' 2012

Once I had a wild fling on an otherwise boring weekend holiday in Edinburgh, with a guy I met who turned out to be a psychiatrist. He agreed with me, after hours and hours of our naked cavorting in a hotel, that I was a sex addict; although he did stress he wouldn__ change me for the world. It turned him on that I was so sexual, and we turned a dull weekend in a grey city into something wonderful for the two of us.So, what was the problem?

You know, when I see a good-looking man, the first thing I think about is sex. I want to see him naked, and I imagine running my hands impatiently over his hot body.I can__ help it: it__ just how I am.

I heard him sweeping with the broom, and then he suddenly stopped.I had obviously got his attention, and he was lo

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.

He looked at me, and then looked away quickly.But I could tell he was interested.I think my tight t-shirt might have had something to do with it. And the way I was pushing my breasts towards him, with an inviting smile on my face.

Excuse me,_ I said cheerily. __s the job still going?_ I pointed to the notice.__f course,_ he said, looking back at me with a warm smile. I think he was as hopeful as I was about where this could lead to. __e need all the hands we can get.__ looked at the tight swell of his shirt against his chest, and thought, 'Mmm, yes, I can imagine my hands getting your fucking clothes off right now.

I traced a finger along my bottom lip as I wondered what his erection would look like, and how I should seduce him. I thought what kind of approach would work best: whether to go in slow and seductively, or whether I should make him notice me in some hard and fast way.