Quotes About Intimacy

Desire isn't lack, it's surplus energy - a claustrophobia inside your skin -.

you eroticize what you're not, secretly hoping that the other person knows what you're performing and that they're performing too.

Being rejected] hurt, 'cause what turned me on in sex was believing that they knew me, that I'd found somebody to understand.

Passion becomes tenderness, tenderness turns soft. Sex collapses into a warm intimacy. We could spend months without, and whenever we did it became short and interrupted

We've met a few times and I've felt a lot of sympathy towards you and a desire to be closer... I had a feeling that somehow I knew you and we could just be what we are together.

Dear Dick, I guess it's been a case of infatuation... Mostly this infatuation-energy is about wanting to know someone. ... Whereas the sex-infatuations that's male *you, Shake, the priest) leap out of nowhere, based on not knowing them at all. As if sex could provide the missing clues. Can it? In the cases of the males it's like I felt some kind of hint of who that person was floating under the surface. Wanting sex to realise things I knew.

You know, it's possible for two humans to be in a relationship without there needing to be some public reason for that relationship.

I think that the fact that a relationship becomes public is a bit of a bummer. Because it can distract from the real reason why you're together, which is that you just like each other.

And so it was that Carson had the unique experience of twice making love for the first time to the same woman. Many

You don't trust people because they're a sure bet or even a good risk. You trust them because the risk that you'll lose them is worse than the risk that they'll hurt you.

Arkady looked at the other man. he felt that he was actually seeing him as a physical being for the first time.....He tried to imagine that body with Bella, with any woman, and found the idea...not repulsive exactly, but incomprehensible. How would it work exactly? And how would either of them, knowing nothing of their lover's body, needs and desires, ever be able to satisfy the other?

I'd forced myself to interact with so much pornography, I no longer regarded my wife in a sexual manner. Each time I tried, my mind filled with images of fetish porn. I could admire her dress, legs and hips, but the response was aesthetic and intellectual, as if studying art I couldn't afford.

You move on, processing lessons and getting on with your life, and you even manage to avoid breaking hearts, most times. But I'm me, and I'm not one of those guys, and I refuse to be. You love me, but I'm in love with you, and I have been for a while. If you want to get with me, if you real y, real y want to be mine and for me to be yours, you're going to have to prove it.

I trust my wife more than I trust myself.

Passwords are like underwear: you don't let people see it, you should change it very often, and you shouldn't share it with strangers.

You know what a platonic friend is to a woman? It's like a dick in a glass case. In case of emergency break open glass.

Guys, never ask a woman how many men she slept with, cause you don't wanna know. Just be happy you're fucking her now.

You ask a woman how many guys she fucked, she's not gonna tell you how many guys she fucked. She'll tell you how many boyfriends she had. Cause women only count their boyfriends. That's right, they don't count those miscellaneous dicks they had.

Men don't have platonic friends, okay? We just have women we haven't fucked yet.

The truth is, the biggest, hardest dick in the world is useless if you don't know how to eat pussy.

Sex is not trust. Sleep is trust. And trust is difficult for me.

Dammi un bacio" disse Rita. Stranamente commosso, Manfred avvolse il suo viso con le sue grandi mani calde e la baciò. "Stiamo bene insieme, noi due" disse lei piano, mentre si guardavano. "Le tue mani sono proprio fatte per me. E anche la bocca.

Words only make sense when the person who says them means a lot.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.