Quotes About Intimacy

Whatever your sex fantasy is with your partner, consider it normal.

You can't evaluate a prospective partner if you insulate your relationship from your family and friends--and his.

I've yet to meet the person who aspires to be phony or invisible in her closest relationships.

My wife is a sex object. Every time I ask for sex, she objects.

Come on, big boy," she said. "I guess it don't matter what it cost since you didn't ask, but that forty, that's for head. You want to put it in, that's forty more.

She would love it. Just as he loved her. He paused for a second, his fingers touching the door handle. He was in love. The realisation came to him quite suddenly.

mouths met in a slow, warm kiss that demanded nothing yet promised the world. The kind only two people who'd shared incredible intimacies, and knew how good things could be, were able to fully savor. She tasted so sweet, and felt so right in his arms, that he couldn't even remember why he'd bargained for anything but the real deal

hands, gently toying with her sensitive nipples. Gasping, she sagged against him, knowing he wouldn't let her fall. One strong hand slid down her side to her hip, where he grasped her possessively; then he pushed her back to lean against the wall. Kissing his way down her neck and nuzzling into the hollow of her throat, he murmured tender, sexy promises, the hunger in his voice making

nuts. I told you before, I'm no nice guy." He had an ex and a bunch of other people, like those he'd busted and some he'd worked with, who'd confirm it. She turned around in his arms, her body pressed against his as she looked up into his eyes. "Yes, you are. That's what's killing me here." "I so don't get

Stacey stepped closer. Closer. Until the tips of her boot-clad feet touched his shoes and their clothes brushed. The place was wrong; the timing was even more wrong. But everything else about the moment

The American is wholeheartedly for love and romance at any cost.

You know what you are to me? ... You are the most important thing in my life. You are my friend... my lover... my family... the one I trust, the one I fight with, the one I laugh with, the one I trust to enter my body the one I can fall back against with my eyes closed. You are simply part of me. That's what I mean, Anthony, when I say I love you.

Since I had no words to bring the woman I loved so much, I gave her all my tenderness.

I wondered how it would feel to be touched and not be afraid.

You made me ache and you liked that. So did I.

God," she said, "by the time we're old enough to have sex, we're already too ashamed to be touched. Ain't that a crime?

I had been at the center of her world; she had become my whole world. As my universe shrank, I needed her to be everything for me, and in return I longed to be everything she needed. Neither of us could live up to the expectations.

I remembered earlier in the summer I'd found her working in her garden, sweaty and flushed with heat. I laid her down in the grass nearby and pressed her body into the dirt with my hips and kissed her mouth until she made small sounds of desire I recognised.

The existence of overt homosexuality threatens to compromise an essential aspect of American sentimental life: the camaraderie of the locker room and ball park, the good fellowship of the poker game and fishing trip, a kind of passionless passion, at once gross and delicate, homoerotic in the boy's sense, possessing an innocence above suspicion.

I do love foreplay," he whispered against her lips. "Days and days worth of it. I want to look forward to you like a kid looks forward to Christmas.

But to ignore a truth can prove just as dangerous as twisting a truth. If we ignore the Bridegroom attribute of our Lord, we will miss out on the fullness of what it means to have real intimacy with Him.

When we are passionately in love with our Prince, we put Him above all else--not just in theory, but also practically, in every moment of our day-to-day lives. We do not live for the applause of heaven. Our longings are not for people's approval but only for more and more of Him. We are marked by an effortless, unshakable strength that is found in the presence of our perfect Lover.

Their mouths were wet and soured with beer, and when they pushed themselves down on her, they felt small and soft between her thighs. She stared at the stains on the ceiling, and waited until they gave up or fell asleep, and then she rolled out from under them.

The difficulty of writing about sex, for women, is that sex is best when not thought about, not analysed.