Quotes About Intimacy

What do I want? What kind of question is that? I want what everybody wants. I want someone who has my back. I want someone's name to put in the space after in an emergecy please call. I want someone who will drink the other half of the bottle of wine so I don't. And someone to make it worth sitting down at an actual table to eat. I want someone who's dying to get home after a long day because I'm going to be there.

Because nobody knows you better than somebody who knew you way back then.

If love disappeared when we touched the fault-lines, it wouldn't be worth much, would it?

With someone you've always known and have loved without thinking, there's the strangeness of knowing everything and nothing about them at the same time.

It continued to amaze me how the touch of skin on skin had altered things: curled in the crook of his arm, my head upon his breast, I'd sensed his heart beating and for a moment hadn't been sure whether it was mine.

But who I am in my head, very few people really get to see that. Almost none. It's the most precious gift I can give, to bring her out of hiding.

First I will claim you with a mark to symbolize your willingness to suffer for me. I've chosen the single tail for your mark. You will choose where it lands.

As it was, her perking nipples and instantly sopping pussy had to be obvious testament to her desire for the man.

Something in her drove him to be his very best self, both as a Dom and as a man.

He was the one who was making her heart pound with fear and desire. He was the one who would then calm her fears, only to kindle them again with a whisper, a touch, the stroke of a whip, the blade of a knife.

Precisely. I believe you have some emotional and anger issues that are going to prevent you from becoming the Dom I know you want to be. Issues that, if I may be so blunt, are keeping you from finding the love and connection I know you long for." Lawrence's

Wheel," he said, his voice throaty with lust. As she lifted herself into the final position, he surreptitiously adjusted his cock in his pants. It was the perfect submissive offering—her body arched into a backbend, feet and hands braced flat on the mat, legs spread wide.

His cock was rock-hard against her thigh. Her legs fell open in wanton invitation. "Please," she begged.

slowly lowered herself to the mat. She placed her hands, palms up, on her thighs and spread her knees. Arching her back, she gave them all a lovely view of her cunt, all the while keeping her eyes properly downcast.

Oh, yes, Sir," she breathed, and with that one word—Sir—the mood shifted from friends or even lovers to something deeper, something better. Slipping

The second time they made love was even better than the first. Their bodies fit perfectly together, the eager desperation of their first time segueing into a slower, more fully realized sensual dance.

He wanted to share her grace and submissive charms with the people he'd come to regard as his family. And at the same time he wanted to possess her fully, to keep her in his bed at night, and by his side or on her knees in front of him when she wasn't serving the needs and pleasures of the household.

Take out my cock and suck it. You are not to stop until I climax. You are to swallow every drop." Apparently

Had he behaved, not like a Dom, but like a potential lover?

You're mine, Jaime. You've always been mine. You were born with my name under your tongue. Say it. Say my name." "Master

She felt as if her body had been pumped full of helium, as if she might float right up into the sky if he let go of her hand. He

The second position," Dominique continued, "is called submit. You will kneel forward, face down, arms stretched out on the ground in front of you, ass high in the air, knees spread wide.

to strip and to stand before them in a wait up position, legs slightly apart, wrists crossed above the head.

beneath his head, closing his eyes to put Jack more at his ease. He felt the light touch of Jack's calloused fingers on his belly, then