is the feeling of temptation and the need to fulfill a sexual desire.
F
He sat next to me.
I could smell his scented hair gel. And I stared.
I stared at his hair and the back of his neck. Wishing he’d turn.
Just dying to have him look back at me.
The problem is, as soon as he would, and I know he would; then I’d know he would understand…being gay sucks.
Josh
I was incapable of it. Love. That one little word that everything used to revolve around. It used to be so important – to love, to show love, to be loved. It’s a concept that dropped off the face of the earth along with the population numbers. We could lust, of course – the attraction was still there. But we could no longer love. We couldn’t afford such an absurdity. We didn’t have time.
Lust is a sin. It makes you wanna bang someone, but, in the end, you decide to actually bang, or not to actually bang. Lust is when you look at someone attractive, and they look at you, and there is an unspoken craving for each other. Lust is hot.
WOW- not exactly what I was expecting, but I guess I’m forced to tell the story: This weekend was a dual bachelor party weekend; didn’t think it was going to get crazy since the two college friends are engineers at heart, but indeed it did. Party bus; destination strip club. Second time in my life, but halfway thru saw the bachelor I was hosting walk up to a female. Since he can’t pay for anything, I had my eyes on him and got up to intervene… I recognized this girl. For sure. For sure, for sure. Went to elementary school w/her. Lol, damn. Figured it was only a matter of time ’till she saw me at this place, so it was a perfect opportunity to break the ice and also to get the best dance for my friend possible. In exchange? Me not telling anyone I know she works there. Good times…. aaaaaaaaaand got a little dance myself for the road :) lol Best story I can never tell.
Her lips tasted of the sweetest strawberry. The most refreshing taste, it compelled him, no it demanded that he pushed forward. Drawing her closer and closer he enjoyed the feeling of her lips against his, the feeling of harmony she gave him. It seemed as though the emotion he had pushed back for so long had resurfaced bringing with it the wonderful feeling of lust.
oomgg! lut i want a new werd
for shurr dd
i just want to type up a storm and practice
so that i can become a great writing and lust will be a beautiful thing
always here and i don’t have to write about
With an expectant inhalation she gazed at the invitation to come and lie on the floor. She had not felt such lust in a very long time, and was glad to recognize lust reappearing in her lexicon as she contemplated the Feldenkrais symposium in Brisbane!
Valerahaha
lust what a fuss
but oh babey
the lust in your eyes i can feel the beautiful ass
i want to fuck you on the grass
on in a nice bed with the sun shinning through the half open blinds
There is something surprisingly special about lust. No matter who you are with, if the moment is right, it is something that is inevitably felt. At some point or another, it will be felt with someone it shouldn’t be felt with. It is up to you to conquer that.
Lust is greed. Lust is gripping. Lust is excellent. Lust can make you feel more alive than watching Planet Earth ever could. Lust can topple mountains, burn bridges, etch into and eat cement, and raze civilizations.
Use with care.
dave
wild dogs lust for the scent of blood of their kill for their meal
now i have drawn a blank
wow how did that happen no thoughts to put on the screen
wow maybe it should happen more often
Not there’s a word that always puts a little fear in my mind! Lust–it is a sin. Not only that, it has ruined many lives of both regular folks like you and me up to and including the likes of golf pros and television stars.
Andi O'Lena Blume
When you saw me looking at you, that familiar fire began to burn under my skin. The way your eyes seem to light the match to my desire is fantastic. I walked over to you and you embraced me in such a way I couldn’t even stay standing. I love you, and your uncontrollable feelings you give me.
Dayna
a feeling that overcomes me when all of my sense are enthralled by you. i must have you at that very moment.
Kbeari
lust. lust. lust and love are two completely different things, right? you can lust over someone, and not love them. and you can love someone but not lust over them. i lust over many people but i rarely love the ones i do. let’s lust together. lust. lusting. luster. is that even a word? ha
Lust is passion it is what drives us what gives us hope and sorrow. We are it’s slaves for all eternity. Its is beyond reason. It is our destiny to give into it.
kristen
Is this love, or lust? I thought, pausing in my actions. I looked down at Ivory, withering beneath me.
Love. Definitely love.
Sometimes lust can lead to love and doesn’t always fade. I thought my relationship with my husband was based on lust, so I let him go when we first connected. Thirteen years later, we reconnected and the lust was still as strong. We celebrate our 18 wedding anniversary on Friday; the lust and love are intertwined.
Andie
an amazing thing one that feels great once you are in lust its amazing to be honest i have no idea wtf lust even is this is a gay game im just waiting to see what hapens when my time writing about :lust: is done with.
assenav
I could see something in his dark, malicious eyes. It wasn’t just victory that he wanted. He didn’t only want his father to be proud of him. He didn’t only want my father to be overthrown. He wanted something else; like one has an extreme want for the purest of all gold.
As he flipped his sword between his strong fingers, I knew that he lusted for my blood to be shed.
Lust for confort suffocates the soul and make it die, so slowly that nobody can see it…
Gahnann
She didn’t lust after him. It was just an accident that they ended up there, her sitting on his desk, her legs wrapped around him, his face buried in her neck, them both panting, as silent ly as they could. It was an accident, but a happy one, one that they didn’t speak about afterwards, but that made them smile, secretly, for days aft
Lu
She lusted for the boy as soon as she saw him enter the room. He slowly sauntered over her way on his way to the bar. She tried so hard not to stare, but he was just so delicious. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his ass.
Teresa
freaky loosening up the ropes around the wrists and ankles..
nipping, biting, sucking, caressing…
God,they opened up a can of worms tonight.
monkeyman
the apples were coloured the colour of lust, with jewel-like drops adorning it. she saw it through the corner of her eye and bit her lip. she looked sideways and took a step towards it.
suriti
Too much attention to it. But perhaps too little, too. Not defining it when it happens, not understanding the implications. Masquerading as love and commitment. Perhaps a definition should suffice? Instant gratification of impulsive desire. Love sacrifices self for the other.
so,my name is jano ahmed (look that up on fb ) and um, well i have a vast vocabulary but yet im only a sophmore in high school. I spend most of my time on fb. and yeaaah . Hit me up ! !:) Byes *:
Jano Ahmed
sex women shapely
pat williams
she stared at the boy sitting across the room, his eyelashes were thicker than most girls she knew, and he had a beautiful sculpted face: the fact was she wanted him, and she knew with the right movements, she could have him. This probablly wasn’t the most apporpriate thoughts to be having in math class
His stupid jokes, his constant picking on me. The way his eyes lit up when he saw me, his crooked but genuine smile. All of these things made me lust for him. Although his body was delicious, just his essence drove me wild.
Sitting there, the priest beckoned her forward. Her eyes sparkled and she jumped to do his bidding, a pleased smile on her face. “Felicity, what price should one pay for falling to lust?” He asked, staring into her large, golden eyes.
The relationship was nothing but lust. What was she thinking? Strutting in her boots with her shirt curved down low just above her cleavage. Then a boy strides in, bold enough to take her by her perfumed hand and make her his first. “I love him,” she’d tell me. I blame myself. For never having the heart to tell her the relationship was nothing but lust.
is the feeling of temptation and the need to fulfill a sexual desire.
He sat next to me.
I could smell his scented hair gel. And I stared.
I stared at his hair and the back of his neck. Wishing he’d turn.
Just dying to have him look back at me.
The problem is, as soon as he would, and I know he would; then I’d know he would understand…being gay sucks.
I was incapable of it. Love. That one little word that everything used to revolve around. It used to be so important – to love, to show love, to be loved. It’s a concept that dropped off the face of the earth along with the population numbers. We could lust, of course – the attraction was still there. But we could no longer love. We couldn’t afford such an absurdity. We didn’t have time.
Terry got a pretty lust on her. He couldn’t give his thoughts up. She was all in his had. That was terrible to him. He couldn’t have a normal life.
Lust is a sin. It makes you wanna bang someone, but, in the end, you decide to actually bang, or not to actually bang. Lust is when you look at someone attractive, and they look at you, and there is an unspoken craving for each other. Lust is hot.
“why…why did you do it!?! ”
“because they had lust in their hearts.”
WOW- not exactly what I was expecting, but I guess I’m forced to tell the story: This weekend was a dual bachelor party weekend; didn’t think it was going to get crazy since the two college friends are engineers at heart, but indeed it did. Party bus; destination strip club. Second time in my life, but halfway thru saw the bachelor I was hosting walk up to a female. Since he can’t pay for anything, I had my eyes on him and got up to intervene… I recognized this girl. For sure. For sure, for sure. Went to elementary school w/her. Lol, damn. Figured it was only a matter of time ’till she saw me at this place, so it was a perfect opportunity to break the ice and also to get the best dance for my friend possible. In exchange? Me not telling anyone I know she works there. Good times…. aaaaaaaaaand got a little dance myself for the road :) lol Best story I can never tell.
Her lips tasted of the sweetest strawberry. The most refreshing taste, it compelled him, no it demanded that he pushed forward. Drawing her closer and closer he enjoyed the feeling of her lips against his, the feeling of harmony she gave him. It seemed as though the emotion he had pushed back for so long had resurfaced bringing with it the wonderful feeling of lust.
oomgg! lut i want a new werd
for shurr dd
i just want to type up a storm and practice
so that i can become a great writing and lust will be a beautiful thing
always here and i don’t have to write about
Not truth. Not love. Not light. A sin. So why be a slave to it?
With an expectant inhalation she gazed at the invitation to come and lie on the floor. She had not felt such lust in a very long time, and was glad to recognize lust reappearing in her lexicon as she contemplated the Feldenkrais symposium in Brisbane!
lust what a fuss
but oh babey
the lust in your eyes i can feel the beautiful ass
i want to fuck you on the grass
on in a nice bed with the sun shinning through the half open blinds
There is something surprisingly special about lust. No matter who you are with, if the moment is right, it is something that is inevitably felt. At some point or another, it will be felt with someone it shouldn’t be felt with. It is up to you to conquer that.
Lust is greed. Lust is gripping. Lust is excellent. Lust can make you feel more alive than watching Planet Earth ever could. Lust can topple mountains, burn bridges, etch into and eat cement, and raze civilizations.
Use with care.
wild dogs lust for the scent of blood of their kill for their meal
now i have drawn a blank
wow how did that happen no thoughts to put on the screen
wow maybe it should happen more often
Not there’s a word that always puts a little fear in my mind! Lust–it is a sin. Not only that, it has ruined many lives of both regular folks like you and me up to and including the likes of golf pros and television stars.
When you saw me looking at you, that familiar fire began to burn under my skin. The way your eyes seem to light the match to my desire is fantastic. I walked over to you and you embraced me in such a way I couldn’t even stay standing. I love you, and your uncontrollable feelings you give me.
a feeling that overcomes me when all of my sense are enthralled by you. i must have you at that very moment.
lust. lust. lust and love are two completely different things, right? you can lust over someone, and not love them. and you can love someone but not lust over them. i lust over many people but i rarely love the ones i do. let’s lust together. lust. lusting. luster. is that even a word? ha
Lust is passion it is what drives us what gives us hope and sorrow. We are it’s slaves for all eternity. Its is beyond reason. It is our destiny to give into it.
Is this love, or lust? I thought, pausing in my actions. I looked down at Ivory, withering beneath me.
Love. Definitely love.
Sometimes lust can lead to love and doesn’t always fade. I thought my relationship with my husband was based on lust, so I let him go when we first connected. Thirteen years later, we reconnected and the lust was still as strong. We celebrate our 18 wedding anniversary on Friday; the lust and love are intertwined.
an amazing thing one that feels great once you are in lust its amazing to be honest i have no idea wtf lust even is this is a gay game im just waiting to see what hapens when my time writing about :lust: is done with.
I could see something in his dark, malicious eyes. It wasn’t just victory that he wanted. He didn’t only want his father to be proud of him. He didn’t only want my father to be overthrown. He wanted something else; like one has an extreme want for the purest of all gold.
As he flipped his sword between his strong fingers, I knew that he lusted for my blood to be shed.
It’s the words you say,
and the look in your eyes.
Its like I never knew you,
This is how I’m supposed yo see you.
I’m vanishing away,
And I need you to go away.
Lust is consumption.
Lust for confort suffocates the soul and make it die, so slowly that nobody can see it…
She didn’t lust after him. It was just an accident that they ended up there, her sitting on his desk, her legs wrapped around him, his face buried in her neck, them both panting, as silent ly as they could. It was an accident, but a happy one, one that they didn’t speak about afterwards, but that made them smile, secretly, for days aft
She lusted for the boy as soon as she saw him enter the room. He slowly sauntered over her way on his way to the bar. She tried so hard not to stare, but he was just so delicious. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his ass.
freaky loosening up the ropes around the wrists and ankles..
nipping, biting, sucking, caressing…
God,they opened up a can of worms tonight.
the apples were coloured the colour of lust, with jewel-like drops adorning it. she saw it through the corner of her eye and bit her lip. she looked sideways and took a step towards it.
Too much attention to it. But perhaps too little, too. Not defining it when it happens, not understanding the implications. Masquerading as love and commitment. Perhaps a definition should suffice? Instant gratification of impulsive desire. Love sacrifices self for the other.
slut melt sklii gai
an ty meh *(yeah
so,my name is jano ahmed (look that up on fb ) and um, well i have a vast vocabulary but yet im only a sophmore in high school. I spend most of my time on fb. and yeaaah . Hit me up ! !:) Byes *:
sex women shapely
she stared at the boy sitting across the room, his eyelashes were thicker than most girls she knew, and he had a beautiful sculpted face: the fact was she wanted him, and she knew with the right movements, she could have him. This probablly wasn’t the most apporpriate thoughts to be having in math class
His stupid jokes, his constant picking on me. The way his eyes lit up when he saw me, his crooked but genuine smile. All of these things made me lust for him. Although his body was delicious, just his essence drove me wild.
Sitting there, the priest beckoned her forward. Her eyes sparkled and she jumped to do his bidding, a pleased smile on her face. “Felicity, what price should one pay for falling to lust?” He asked, staring into her large, golden eyes.
The relationship was nothing but lust. What was she thinking? Strutting in her boots with her shirt curved down low just above her cleavage. Then a boy strides in, bold enough to take her by her perfumed hand and make her his first. “I love him,” she’d tell me. I blame myself. For never having the heart to tell her the relationship was nothing but lust.
Lust
I’ve been in lust. But not very often. I prefer love. I like love. Lust is fun though. Well…. when it’s requited. Otherwise it’s a drag.
Though not as bad as when Love is unrequited.
Hmmm… Lust is looking better all of a sudden…