Furi The Voice Quotes & Sayings

Make love to me, Syn." Furi turned slightly and Syn captured his mouth in a passionate kiss. He didn't release Furi's mouth as he withdrew to the head of his dick and slowly slid back in, snapping his hips with the last inch. Furi's back bowed at the move. "Yes! Like that!" he shouted. Syn repeated it exactly how Furi liked it, keeping the pace slow and tight. The gentle waves that rocked the boat aided Syn's rhythm. Furi began to thrust his ass back against him and Syn's eyes rolled. "I'm gonna fuckin' come," Syn groaned, his voice sounding tortured, like Furi was killing him softly. "I need to see you." Syn pulled out slowly, gripping the base of his cock. He rose up so Furi could turn over. The look on Furi's face was his undoing. So much love and adoration shone back at him, reflecting his own feelings like a mirror. Furi spread his legs and Syn took one thigh and pulled it up high, wrapping it around his back. He locked eyes with his lover and buried back inside. "Unh. — A.E. Via

In terms of the unemployed, of which we have over a million-and-a-half, don't feel particularly bad for many of these people. They don't feel bad about it themselves, as long as they're receiving generous social assistance and unemployment insurance. — Stephen Harper

God did not write a book and send it by messenger to be read at a distance by unaided minds. He spoke a Book and lives in His spoken words, constantly speaking His words and causing the power of them to persist across the years. — Aiden Wilson Tozer

Furi pulled back and looked at him with complete solemnity before speaking in a rough voice, "You have me worked up ... you. You make me fuckin' crazy. That shit you did tonight was reckless. You had me scared shitless for a while." Furi — A.E. Via

I mean, when you grow up dancing, you have to become very comfortable in your own skin. — Sharni Vinson

You're so goddamn gorgeous," he choked out, his voice rough with emotion and desire. Furi — A.E. Via

To one that promised to give him hardy cocks that would die fighting, "Prithee," said Cleomenes, "give me cocks that will kill fighting. — Plutarch

Alekhine's real genius is in the preparation and construction of a position, long before combinations or mating attacks come into consideration at all. — Max Euwe

The sage seeks freedom from desire. He does not collect precious things. He learns not to hold on to ideas. He brings men back to what they have lost. — Laozi

Life is algorithmic. Two becomes four, becomes ten thousand, becomes a plague. Maybe it's everywhere in the population already and we never noticed. Maybe this is end-stage. Terminal without symptoms, like poor Kip."
Kanya glances at the ladyboy. Kip gives a gentle return smile. Nothing shows on her skin. Nothing shows on her body. It is not the doctor's disease she dies of. And yet ... Kanya steps away, involuntarily.
The doctor grins. "Don't look so worried. You have the same sickness. Life is, after all, inevitably fatal. — Paolo Bacigalupi

Jenni spared a moment to shake her head, before following after. "So you do it."

Max gave her a sidelong glance. "Some are born to coach, some are born to do. Some of us didn't have a good soldier and a benevolent nurse to back up our sparkling smile."

"I do not sparkle. You are to shoot me if I ever sparkle. — Shanda Sharlow

Romance leads to marriage, but love keeps the marriage alive. — Toni Sorenson

A Texas upbringing - and living now in Brooklyn, too - have surely helped my appreciation for open spaces and skies, but beyond that, it's not easy to find words for what it feels like to be up in the Rockies or out on the Great Basin - such silences and spaces! - or to be heading up into the Sierra Nevada Mountains. — Brian Floca

Syn was standing in the doorway, a satisfied look on his face. Furi winked at him in the mirror and turned around to face him. He walked forward until they were chest-to-chest. He whispered against Syn's mouth, "Feel better?" "For now. This will only hold me a few hours." Syn's dark voice coursed through Furi's body making him want to drop to his knees again. Syn rubbed his course cheek against Furi's. "I need more. I need rough." Furi — A.E. Via

The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,
And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,
For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,
With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold ... — William Butler Yeats