Quotes About Intimacy

They love least that let men know their loves.

Probably no man ever had a friend that he did not dislike a little.

He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.

Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths. That's what makes the world go round.

Eva [Braun] loved [Adolf] Hitler and he was the only man in her life. She flirted and danced with other men but never would she have done more than that.

No gentleman ever discusses any relationship with a lady.

The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure.

Somehow love gives even to a dull man the knowledge of his lover's heart.

I believe that the way to a man's heart is not through his stomach. It's a little further south.

Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.

It is surely a matter of common observation that a man who knows no one thing intimately has no views worth hearing on things in general.

No man is a man unless to his woman he is a pioneer.

Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends.

Some men would rather be photographed with their fish than with their wives.

Lovers' quarrels are the renewal of love.

The anger of lovers renews their love.

Se aferró durante el orgasmo a la humedad del cuerpo de Albertina y sintió que la vulva abierta de la muchacha la succionaba. Después

Tanta juventud gozándose en sí misma, abrazados sobre la cama y yo con mi uniforme de niña de las monjas, moviéndome sobre tu cuerpo enfundado en un pantalón blanco, llenándonos de besos cuando todo estaba comenzando.

Isabel se sacó los pantalones y los dejó con sus zapatos. Introdujo su mano derecha entre el calzón y la piel y palpó con una sensualidad apaciguada su vello púbico. Se

She stared at him breathlessly, seething. It was like hurling herself against a wall of granite, she thought disjointedly; fighting against him hurt her. But if she yielded to the unreasoned impulse of her love at this moment and flung herself into his arms in contrite tears, she would never come so close again to the citadel in his soul that he let no one approach unscathed.

Between the sheets he is a monarch, a very god.

Then, with sensation of plunging into an unknown sea, I moved to lay my lips on his, unurged, uninvited, kissing him for the first time entirely of my own will.

What?" "To stop. That I didn't want to talk to him. That I wanted him to

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. "I thought I'd die for wanting you.