Pages tagged with Lust

This fire, fast moving and insatiable, burns for him like no other.
Religious Sex, compromising passion, habit forming sweat
It's about a girl who is confused with her dream. This poem just came to me. Something triggered it in my brain and I don't remember what it was. I hope you like it. Please comment on what you liked and didn't like
Desire is a lovely word and Lust is not bad. Maybe the scriptures need a rethink on these two words
Every soul need to be love because love cry from the heart to the street for a lover. there is no dispute about it God truly inserted that desire in man to love and desire for love. Take yourself on a journey to find answer to your love life with this article The Power Of Love
The beginning of the end, Oh, how it seems like a turning of the tides. As the cataclysmic skies collapse in sorrow, I realize the one thing I was missing from my life.
Just you and I We're playing a game of tug-of-war Back and forth we go The rope becomes something more than just a rope
Trees have it hard too. They stand there, and look pretty -- a beautiful creation of nature. but they have many hardships. Hardships such as storms, and the yearly passing of seasons. Grow and grow. Trees will grow until they reach the sky. Growing and growing until they reach their ...
Dear human race Why do you act like you do? We were once of the same playground, we shared everything, good and bad, but then you evolved and you forgot all about us. Growing up, I was in awe in of the human species, I could not believe that you were once like us, an animal aiming fo...
I was always very innocent when I was a teenager. I had my first boyfriend when I was 16, sweet 16...he was 19. He lived 50 kms away so he came to see me every weekend. He played the guitar and sang beautifully. I liked that about him. He was very sweet. We would write lots of lette...
A Possessed Game pummeling the windows and roof, but why did the screen on my DSi go go black, too? Everything was silent except for the wind howling making my spirit feel melancholy, longing for someone to console it. My DSi screen lit up again. I might as well play it until the powe...
He stalks the woman with lustful eyes by the moonlight, no one sure of his intentions. The woman stops because she dropped her keys, and he pounces. He places a chloroformed rag over her mouth and she collapses. He drags her away to his house. When he is there, he walks her throug...
People often thought of me as a strange kid, always the happy looking, ecstatic guy, who jokes about anything and everyone. Always the one to try out anything, never letting an opportunity to do something new down... But this is not me. The real me is stuck somewhere..
A girl named Felicity watches her ex-boyfriend demon prince date her other ex-boyfriend. She clutches a scythe in her hands filled with the talents of those that came before her, she could kill them, right? She could send them to hell. She should send them to hell.
As she looked them all over, there was a sudden loud clap of thunder that echoed throughout the halls, making her jump a good foot in the air.
A short story I wrote. The sentences in this story are alphabetically ordered, meaning that each sentence starts with the next letter in the alphabet. Kinda crazy, I know, but the idea was to write a story that reads so fluently that people who read it don't notice the alphabetical t...
Depression isn't waking up one day and feeling like your world is going to end. It’s waking up most days and feeling the world collapse in. Slowly suffocating you in your own sadness until you can do little more than lie in your bed and wallow in your own self-pity.
I've always been hiding my depression through a mask of happiness. Nobody was able to tell. Maybe this will eighteen thoughts who are blind.
I honestly don't know where this came from. I don't know where this is set, or who they are. All I know is: the father is the king, and the boy is the prince. The little girl is a villager. Maybe. And, it is general fiction because it isn't quite horror, but it's almost there, I thi...
I really enjoyed writing this short story. I never had an imaginary friend as a child but my little sister did and with her help I hope I created a magical atmosphere filled with love and hope.
All human beings have a little voice in their head that tells them what to do and usually it’s wrong. Like all of us, we don’t follow our hearts or guts, we keep listening to the little voice and we end up doing something wrong that it’s so hard to get out of. When the day comes...
I’ll probably settle down on some mountains or live in a big city, but that dream won’t happen until I get rid of this wanderlust. But honestly, I don’t think that’ll happen. My mind was meant to wander and it’ll keep on wondering until I stop breathing.
I don’t know really this just all popped up in my head on like what I feel like my heart could be telling me and how my brain responses LOL
I was 21 the first time I set out on my own. I did it again when I was 22. And a third time when I was 23. I am a self-confessed airport crier, last-minute packer, document misplacer and chronic over-thinker who finds leaving anyone and anywhere a huge deal.
It’s a dream of mine to both travel the world and live without money. I have found out that both can be possible with enough will power and faith in the kindness of strangers. I gonna start my journey from Delhi, India around mid august on a bicycle heading to Nepal and from there N...
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