Quotes About Intimacy

The last thing I want to do is harm her. Especially now. She's in me. I breathed her in. I kissed her and took a good long taste. This is not just a female I enjoy. This one is so much more than that. My beast has chosen and the man seems to agree.

He growled a sigh and her insides got all warm and gooey. She really needed to date nice men who didn't growl. -Lily Travis

Nina, before you i never spent the night with women. I had sex and left. I didn't bring them here. They served a purpose and it was a body-to-body thing. You are everything. Body, soul, heart to my body, soul and heart. You're it. We're it.

That's love. A part of what makes it so awesome is the level of real, true intimacy, and the risk you take by opening yourself up that way to someone who has the power to gut you.

Erin, I'd like to know you again. Can we do that?" He brushed the back of his knuckles down her cheek.

He knew he'd be back, because he had a bit of a like on for the very charming, blushing Elise. Like was a good thing between two single adults. Especially if it entailed naked and horizontal moments.

Mick, I love your tiger. Which isn't a euphemism for your penis. Though I really like that too.

But first he was going to eat her until he made her come really,really hard.He leaned in close and breathed her in.Then he licked.So.Fucking.Good.

I don't have poetry like you do. I only know that I love how my sheets smell after you've been in my bed.

You still smell like the best thing I've ever tasted.

Between the inked-up, rough-and-tumble Mick and Adam, the debonair dom, she was totally screwed. But like, in a good way. This sort of thing they made together was a sort of magic, and there was nothing she could do but love it as much as she loved them.

This was happy in a way she hadn't felt in so long. It rushed through her as she soaked it in. She hadn't even realized how starved she'd been for this. Not just sex, but zing. That connection with someone that lifts them into a totally different category in your life.

Panties can go. I like the socks, though." Ever so slowly, she pulled one tie and then the other and tugged until the panties fell from her body. "Seeing you naked is like being really hungry when you go grocery shopping. I want to rush and devour every inch of your body even when I know I'd be better off going slowly." "You're really good at this stuff." "Advance warning, a lot of this stuff goes into lyrics.

I cannot describe God in the same way that I cannot describe a picture I am holding millimeters from my eyes—the picture is made strange and unknowable not because it is distant but because it is so close.

Phyllis and I pray these chaplets together; at three o'clock, every first Saturday. We are never in the same town. For months, we do not speak on the phone or email. We pray these chaplets for just a few minutes, maybe as many as sixty minutes, once a month on a Saturday afternoon. Intimacy with the elusive God is that kind of intimacy. It is the closeness of praying together, apart.

The thought of having to accumulate a new history with someone makes me feel uneven, as if my legs are two different lengths.

Okay, I'll admit that Chris and I still want each other. But need? Need is for your first lover on your twin bed in your college dorm.

After a certain amount of time with someone, crisis is an aphrodisiac.

You don't have to call it 'the apartment,' " I say, suddenly uncomfortably aware that I am standing next to our bed half naked and about to be abandoned by my sort-of-ex-husband whom I probably should not have just slept with. "Just say, 'my apartment. I have to get back to my apartment.'

You didn't mind someone shutting out the world as long as they were happy to take you inside with them.

For a split second, his finger touches my skin, and he might as well have brushed me with a lit match.

My mum and dad are my parents. I don't even like saying 'biological parents.'" Luca's hands reach up so he can lace his fingers through mine. "Oh, carina ," he says consolingly against my hair. I'm so glad I washed it this morning.

Someone undressed me, took off my stinky vomitty dress and my underwear, and put a nightie on me while I was unconscious. Somehow, that realization is particularly hard to bear, the thought of my naked body flopping around, all my squishy bits on full display as someone--Catia? Kelly?--pulled off my bra and knickers. The humiliation just never stops.

All I'm saying is that if you love someone, you should be willing to show it.