Best 64 quotes in «fucking quotes» category

All about the fucking money... money... money... thinking it's for the good for your generation... but so far it's neither and for that and neither and for that... It's mostly for the worst of your generation and other's generations.

A man's love for a woman is not defined by his availability in bed, but by every ingredient he adds to improve the taste of the relationship.

By the age of thirteen, any blossoming girl knows the power she possesses over boys. By the time she's thirty she's come to realize men would stoop to fucking chickens under the right circumstances.

Don't Cry for this biatch, don't cry for this moron. She isn't your type, she doesn't like you and she won't like you she is just a person which is hypocrite and she get's envy when she see your life - How wonderful is it, how is full with loads stuff and then she looks her life. Full of horror, full of days of nightmare, full of days of angry people shouting each other... It's not in the blame, it's in the cases, the place where the two persons live! Don't get angry that he have left you, maybe you will find something better than him, it's a fact you give something for something. Everywhere is like this, don't listen this outside biatches which say "The World isn't a business, it's not you must..." Fucking bullshit, you must do this, somebody saves your life you must go and save and his, that's the rules, that's the law of the attraction, that's how it works, liked or not...

Fuck, Christina.” “Yes, fuck Christina. I think she'd like that.

Fucking government suck-ass equipment,' Kohlman said. 'Everything the Army uses was made by the lowest bidder. Probably got free toasters with that Podunk piece of shit.

Are you going to spank me, daddy? I'm a very bad girl! (bending over naked) "Oh yeah daddy - spank my ass harder!!!

Don’t have the power to make someone happy…?’ I criticized. ‘I have the power, the desire… But No marriage, No girlfriend stuff… When I feel like doing something crazy, I can pay and get a girl in bed… No emotions, no argument, and no expectations, just I want to fuck and fulfil my desire, that’s it…! Darling, there is nothing like ‘LOVE’, everything revolves around the four lettered word – ‘FUCK’, understood…?’ he explained naughtily.

Great sex is all about freedom and being everything you’ve always wanted to be. Know now that the only limits you have in regards to your own sexuality are the ones you impose on yourself.

Gasping, screaming, rocking sideways and back and forth, she came. She kept his prick inside her until she felt yet another surge of his fuck. She came. He had come three times, she twice. And Marina wanted to come again.

God damn it, don’t you do this. You have no idea how badly I want you right now. I’d love nothing more than to bury myself inside you, and feel you lose yourself around me as you scream my name; the very idea of fucking the woman I love, finally, after ten thousand years – of having you feel just what it is you mean to me – is so hard to bear I’m all but fallen at your feet. But I’ll be damned if it happens here of all places. I’m not going to screw you in Hell, Mary. I gave in and took your blood, and God knows you have the power to bring me to my knees, but when I love-fuck you, I want to do it in my home. So do you think you could humour me just a little longer?” She gaped at him. “Did you just say, ‘love-fuck’?

Have you ever done it in a sauna" Marina asked. "It's even more exciting when it's hot." "And more debilitating, I'll bet." He laughed. "Thank God we haven't got time to warm it up. It takes an hour to reach two hundred degrees." He pulled his stiffened cock from her mouth. "I'm there already, baby.

I don’t claim to know much: cards, fucking, and dentistry about covers it,” Doc said.

If a woman's vagina was hell fire, then alot of sex maniacs would prefer to spend their eternity in hell.

If we keep on fucking, I'm not gonna die.

If you are aware of the kind of hunger, regrets and frustrations that follows rumpy pumpy, you would stir clear from hanky panky.

Hello, I know that now you - father you are reading this Fuck you, fuck you, how did you decide to suicide fucking bastard!...

I care for you, darling, I love you, the only reason I fucked L. is because you fucked Z. and then I fucked R. and you fucked N. and because you fucked N. I had to fuck Y. But I think of you constantly, I feel you here in my belly like a baby, love I'd call it, no matter what happens I'd call it love, and so you fucked C. and then before I could move you fucked W., so I had to fuck D. But I want you to know that I love you, I think of you constantly, I don't think I've ever loved anybody like I love you.

If it was a story… you could get a hole… Because you are one fucking damn lucky biatch.

...I have test... "I wanna to make a screenshot of this... on the board..."... "Can I go to the toilet?"... Hahaha... this fucking people... I'm going to cheat and nobody can do anything about that!

If love is a form of substance abuse, I hope to die high.

It’s not about fucking,” she asserted as we clucked nervously over her diagram. “It’s about our species. We need to breed.

In entirety, valentine is a FUCKING DAY, rather than the sanctity of its literal meaning.

If you think somebody cares... Where are you? How are you? ... (You are fucking... damn...WRONG)

In god's eyes we are fucking naked... did you know that?? - God is fucked screw up person!

Locking eyes with a shape-shifter was aggressive. Very aggressive. One generally didn't do that unless one wanted to fight. Or fuck.

I was a victim of violence... No reason for vileonce just few sucirity guards came... we were 3... they were 2... and look they fucking kicked and punched us very very very hard. Disapproval of the whole thing means by itself dead.

Music is an equation of noises and I fucking damn like noises... I die for one more noise.

It seems the guys who are best at sex approach it with the serenity of a Buddhist monk. They are never going to beg for it and when the time is right (and all signs point to yes), then they take charge masterfully and completely.

Off, this fucking theories... and religious stuff.

Off, pff keep this fucking shit stuff for you, I don't give shit about them.

Oh, Oh my fucking mother she screw ups everything!

...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... . he isn't like this writer or actor or comedian... - YOU FUCKING LIAR.

Oh, fucking expression, attention and impression! (Dexter)

Sadly, I have to admit, my timing sucks. Not the best - or most romantic - idea to tell your woman "I love you" for the first time whilst impaling the crap out of her.

She is my mom.... he is her boyfriend!?... So what!? SO WHAT THE FUCK... WHO FUCKING GIVES HIM OR HER A PERMISSION TO FUCK MY DAY?... TO SCREW MY DAY...

She liked this. Liked the closeness. With lover’s she’d taken in the past, things had been short and sweet. She certainly hadn’t stuck about to snuggle in case they started to get ideas, not after the first time. Killing a guy you’d fucked was one thing, but to kill one you’d snuggled with damn near broke a girl’s heart

She had be by the balls - literally had her fingers wrapped around my balls! Her hand fit them good, Mitch!" I can hear desire in his voice. "At times it was a little painful, I have to admit, but my balls were made to fit in her palm. Mitch, "he says, all too seriously, "I have found the keeper of my balls, Mitch. I'm ready to hand them over.

Take off your damned wrapper! The old buffer ordered, looking intensely at her lower part. Comfort was on her knees, rubbing the old man's dirty feet. All her plea and tears continually worsen the whole matter. I want to do you harder cos you gonna be fucked by other folks who needs a large hole, said the man, moving towards her. Comfort struggled with all her feminine might, but the old masculine but old man ripped her wrapper and slapped her on the face. Lie here, Lie here! I'm gonna do what your old man did to your mama and its gonna sweet you. She screamed as the man's organ prick her glory hole like a sharp needle.

The fucking problem of all and everything is that I just forgot,... the message.

There are times when I just want to fuck, and I can’t be bothered with the theatrics. Other times I want to feel secure, loved, and cherished while I get fucked. Sometimes I just want to watch other people fuck because I have a few minutes of downtime and I’m a competent masturbator. Sometimes I want to be enjoyed while I give a fuck. Ultimately, I have a general need to feel fucking good every now and then.

There are a holyfuckton of women crowing about your unapologetic fucking. They even named your famous positions." Oh Jesus, she knew about that. "Don't-" "The Limp Away From Jay Lay

They burn books now, mama.The monsters burn fucking books now, mama. They have eyes full of disappointing madness. Their tongues taste like fulvous indoctrination. They teach us. Teach us sadism, hatred, lust to kill, conformity. What do you see when you look at me? Daddy?

Though she’s long ago come to her own conclusions – that when you get down to it, it’s always fucking that matters, not talking.

To live in this world "Real World", you should be FUCKING nerd.

The one thing you should never do to a woman, whether you make love to her or fuck her, is apologise straight after.

The time came to put Iris Duarte back on the plane. It was a morning flight which made it difficult. I was used to rising at noon; it was a fine cure for hangovers and would add 5 years to my life. I felt no sadness while driving her to L.A. International. The sex had been fine; there had been laughter. I could hardly remember a more civilized time, neither of us making any demands, yet there had been warmth, it had not been without feeling, dead meat coupled with dead meat. I detested that type of swinging, the Los Angeles, Hollywood, Bel Air, Malibu, Laguna Beach kind of sex. Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part—a gymnasium of bodies namelessly masturbating each other. People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or to love. So they became swingers. The dead fucking the dead. There was no gamble or humor in their game—it was corpse fucking corpse. Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience down through the centuries. Some morals tended to keep people slaves in factories, in churches and true to the State. Other morals simply made good sense. It was like a garden filled with poisoned fruit and good fruit. You had to know which to pick and eat, which to leave alone.

They said the shape-shifters fucked with the enthusiasm of animals—if they didn't devour you with the enthusiasm of one first.

Tinder, sucks… few matches I got.... How FUCKING odd is that.

Waiting for a hot pocket to cook we’d fuck and be satisfied, barefoot on new york city apartment linoleum. A satisfying hot pocket and a big ass smile and a tight ass grip and a wall beside a random pipe beside the stove where we left palm and dick prints. We fucked like this. Three condoms in an hour and a half and where are you now? Holding the hand of some local dude you wish was a little more international, wishing you had known I was enough and asked me to stay. You are standing in the kitchen waiting for popcorn to pop while he washes dishes, not knowing I’m wishing back for you.