Sexual Hunger Quotes

“It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.”
― Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual

“It's probably not easy for a woman to understand what it's like to be a man. Imagine you're starving, and someone puts a huge buffet in front of you. There's delicious, mouth-watering food all around you, and it's really really hard not to eat it all. That's what it's like to be a man around attractive women. The urge to want to hump everything that moves is part of a man's natural programming. It's a deep-seated hunger. To suppress that hunger takes civilization and a lot of willpower.”
― Oliver Markus, Why Men And Women Can't Be Friends

“Sexual hunger in the elderly is increasing, but not decreasing, especially among older men, because it becomes increasingly difficult for them to pick up a young and attractive sexual partner. However, during this period, it is expressed in a more hidden and disguised form, in most cases, as a "caring old man.”
― Elmar Hussein

“He stared at her now with an intensity that seemed to unsettle her. She accidentally frosted her chin. She grabbed a handful of napkins, dabbed at the smeared buttercream. "Look what you made me do," she accused him.
His tongue pressed against his teeth. He felt a craving to lick the frosting from her lips. To nibble on her chin. To fully taste her. An urge he tamped down. "How's missing your mouth my fault?" he asked, amused.
"You were staring at me."
"Did I make you nervous?"
"You looked... hungry."
"I'm quite full, actually." Hannah was inexperienced. She was unaware that his hunger hadn't been for the cake; it had been for her.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“It felt like we were on fire. Everything got so hot, it was almost too much to stand. Kissing him, having his body close. I thought of how you feel when you're eating a meal and don't realize how hungry you are till you're three bites in. You start eating faster, savoring every bite. Now I couldn't stop, so I took another kiss, then another. I let his tongue slip into my mouth, and I shivered again. He smiled at my reaction and went in for more. The way his hands started to move over my body gave me the impression he had been there before. I could have stopped, I knew I should have stopped, but all the drama and emotional pain I'd experienced over the last few days made me recklessly ignore that thought. I tore his shirt off.
He gasped, which made me giggle. I covered my mouth, and he grabbed my hand and put it around his neck. He scooped me up and I tightened my thighs around his waist. He sat me down on the bar and peeled off my blouse. Any last ounce of Southern lady I had left in me exited the building. I unhooked my bra and threw it across the room. Screw it. If I was going to go ahead and make a mistake, I might as well take the fast lane. We watched it slingshot and land on a booth.
"Is the door locked?" he asked, gasping for air.
"Think so," I said, taking big gulping breaths. I was drowning and was totally fine with it.
"Good," he said.
He pulled me to the end of the bar and pulled my shoes off. I hopped off and helped him along by unbuttoning my jeans and wiggling out of them as sexily as I could. He did the same.
"Man, you look good enough to eat," he said.
"So do you. Take a bite," I said.
We were standing about four feet apart and our clothes were all over the floor. I stood there almost naked and drank in the sight of him. He took a few slow steps toward me, like a lion about to jump on his prey, and dug in.”
― Victoria Benton Frank, My Magnolia Summer

“I wake up hungry. Let me amend that; I wake up more hungry than usual. I want something sweet and creamy. I want to slide my tongue through honey-slick sweetness and eat until my mouth grows tired and my body becomes laden with satisfaction.
Problem is, it isn't sweets I'm hungry for.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“Poor Macon; want me to kiss your boo-boos and make it better?"
You have no idea how you tempt me, woman. "Would you?" I'm not above fighting dirty. I reach for the hem of my shirt and start pulling it up, exposing my abs. "Because I have this spot here---"
"Ack, stop." She's laughing again, but a fine blush spreads across her cheeks. Bingo. "Pest. I'm not kissing anything."
I let the shirt fall back into place. "Tease."
"Flirt."
I grin without remorse, then get distracted by the gleam in her butterscotch eyes. She's looking at me like I'm a snack. I don't think she even knows she's doing it, but it's enough to make my hunger return full force. I'm this close to drooling. Just to be sure, I run my thumb and forefinger along the corners of my mouth and am gratified to find her watching the movement. She licks her full bottom lip. The gesture is so explicitly hungry that my abs clench, and my cock stirs.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“I want a dessert."
She turns and starts wiping down the clean counters like it's her new mission in life. "I'll go to the farmers' market and get some ripe fruit."
"Not. Fruit." Fact is, I can't eat a mango anymore without wanting to suck on Delilah's tongue. "Something rich and sweet and creamy." And now I'm thinking about sinking to my knees before her. Behind the kitchen island, I reach down and adjust myself. Having zero experience with flirting, I don't think I'm doing a proper job of it. I'm only getting myself riled up here.
Especially since Delilah's expression remains deadpan. "I don't think any of that is on the approved list."
"I think you bring up that damn list to annoy me, Tot."
"This is true." She doesn't bother to hide her glee.
Like a bee to nectar, I drift closer. "Come on, Delilah. Cheat with me. Just a little?"
Shaking her head in clear exasperation, she tosses the cloth into the sink and faces me. "All right, just this once. Name your poison."
She isn't in my arms. My mouth isn't on hers. But it's still a victory, and I rub my hands together in anticipation. "Let's see... oh, God, the choices. Your Totally Toffee-Chip Cookies? Your Mad Monster Chocolate Cake?" I stop to think of all the desserts Delilah has made over the years. "Ah. I know... Bountiful Banana Cream Pie.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“His hunger was a ferocious thing as he lowered to his elbows and let the yearning clench deep in his belly. The slickness of her desire beckoned him. He split her cleft with his gloved finger, coating the tip with her nectar.
She trembled, but remained silent, as she'd agreed to do.
Curious, he rubbed his thumb and finger together, testing the glossy consistency. Soon his cock would be coated with this, slick and wet and---
Christ, if he didn't get his mouth on her soon, he'd go mad.
Dorian had no fucking idea what he was doing, but her scent lured him down until he pressed his lips to her sex.
Her hips flinched beneath him, arched a little, and he could tell she fought to remain passive, but her body betrayed her. Good. Because his betrayed him, as well.
She tasted like heaven. Like desire and release. Like want and fulfillment. Like a woman. His woman. The predator in him was going to dine until he'd had his fill.
And he had a lifetime of hunger to satiate.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Highwayman