#lust

You asked of me once, how high, high can beor if there was an exhibit.. I smiled and then whispered.. My thighs are the limit… ↗

— Shanica Stewart

#lesbian #love #lust #nikki-davinci #love

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#flapper #flirting #gatsby #kiss #kissing

She watches Simon's profile as he drives, concentrating, but he keeps turning to her, and every time he does so, he is smiling. He doesn't seem to care, and she wonders if, actually, he wants to be caught. In some ways she does, because she knows, already, albeit crazily swiftly, that she wants more of this man, that once was never, ever going to be enough. ↗

— Sarah Rayner

#knowing #lust #passion #love

A caprice is handled like a stew, and the pepper is added at the last minute. ↗

— Rachilde

#caprice #love #lust #passion #love

She crooned, twining her legs around his, pressing her forehead to his breastbone. It was all he needed. Easing her backward, supporting her until she lay upon his desk, he pumped into her in aching need while his heart threatened to burst inside and his pulse almost drowned out the praise and the most sacred of promises that he whispered in the language of his fathers. Telling her how hot arguing with her made him, how proud he was of how she stood up to him, he held her gaze while he took her, and even as she coalesced around him again, drawing him into the surging power of her heartbeat, her ultimate pleasure. ↗

— Jennifer Blake

#love

He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but super human, an angels scent, so indescribably good and vital that who ever smelt it would be enchanted and with his whole heart would have to love him. ↗

— Patrick Süskind

#control #enchanted #love #lust #perfume

Die Sinnlichkeit übereilt oft das Wachsthum der Liebe, so dass die Wurzel schwach bleibt und leicht auszureissen ist. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#lust #love

I love fairies so much. I would so love to touch one, whispered Julia in excitement. “U can touch me.But please don't touch my wings,they are very fragile,”replied 1 fairy.“I’m Farina,the fairy queen. ↗

— Magda M. Olchawska

#children-books #fairies #illustrated-books #kids #kids-books

Bond had taken her to the station and had kissed her once hard on the lips and had gone away. It hadn't been love, but a quotation had come into Bond's mind as his cab moved out of Pennsylvania station: 'Some love is fire, some love is rust. But the finest, cleanest love is lust. ↗

— Ian Fleming

#lust #love

Gods, I wish the world was full of passive women.He thougt for a moment longer, then scowled. On second thoughts, what a nightmare that'd be. It's the job of a man to fan the spark into flames, not quench it... ↗

— Steven Erikson

#lust #men #pursuit-of-love #women #love