unsated

His energy, his empathy, his self-indulgence, his appetites -- for food (unsated as it must be these days), for sex (maybe sated these days, maybe not), for attention, for power, for good deeds -- are all outsized.

Michael Takiff: Bill Clinton, Still the Biggest Dog in Town Michael Takiff 2010

His energy, his empathy, his self-indulgence, his appetites -- for food (unsated as it must be these days), for sex (maybe sated these days, maybe not), for attention, for power, for good deeds -- are all outsized.

Michael Takiff: Bill Clinton, Still the Biggest Dog in Town Michael Takiff 2010

It might make you read the book in one sitting, but it also might make you feel a bit unsated afterwards.

Genre Classics: Consider Phlebas - Iain M. Banks (Book Review) 2010

There is a touch astride the belly that feeds unsated flesh.

Touch JP Reese 2012

It might make you read the book in one sitting, but it also might make you feel a bit unsated afterwards.

Archive 2010-07-01 2010

On the street in front of my present home, twenty thousand Yankee soldiers marched down the Old Spanish Trail in pursuit of General Alfred Mouton and his boys in butternut, their haversacks stuffed with loot, their wounds from a dozen firefights still green, their lust for revenge unsated.

The Glass Rainbow James Lee Burke 2010

Just then, his gaze lifted, found Ava, darkened—she shivered again, knowing the passion that still lurked inside him, hungry, unsated, waiting—and then swiftly moved away, scanning the entire room in less than a heartbeat.

Ecstasy in Darkness Gena Showalter 2010

On the street in front of my present home, twenty thousand Yankee soldiers marched down the Old Spanish Trail in pursuit of General Alfred Mouton and his boys in butternut, their haversacks stuffed with loot, their wounds from a dozen firefights still green, their lust for revenge unsated.

The Glass Rainbow James Lee Burke 2010

On the street in front of my present home, twenty thousand Yankee soldiers marched down the Old Spanish Trail in pursuit of General Alfred Mouton and his boys in butternut, their haversacks stuffed with loot, their wounds from a dozen firefights still green, their lust for revenge unsated.

The Glass Rainbow James Lee Burke 2010

On the street in front of my present home, twenty thousand Yankee soldiers marched down the Old Spanish Trail in pursuit of General Alfred Mouton and his boys in butternut, their haversacks stuffed with loot, their wounds from a dozen firefights still green, their lust for revenge unsated.

The Glass Rainbow James Lee Burke 2010