Quotes About Intimacy

There was an old joke about a small town: a real small town meant that you didn't have to use the turn signals on your car, because anybody behind you already knew where you were going…

to his cheek, and went back to the bed.

Make tender and awkward sexual advances, not war. ~ t-shirt

Hold my hand." "What?" "C'mon, hold my hand. He's a 'phobe. Lean your head a little sideways into me, look me in the eyes, and we walk toward the front of the store, taking our time . . ." Lucas said, "Ah, shit," and took Virgil's hand. One of the FBI agents said, watching them, "Oh my God.

We've traded quite a bit of information over the years," Means said. "I worked out of Mason City for six years, so we got to know each other. He's sort of a hound when it comes to women." "Not sort of," Lucas said. "He's the fuckin' Hound of the Baskervilles when it comes to women. Every time he gets around my daughter, I make sure I've got my gun.

HADEN WAS WEARING SWEATPANTS and a T-shirt, with flip-flops, his hair wet from a shower, and Virgil said, "I don't want to hear about it. I'm so horny the light socket ain't safe.

No," she said. "I've always been Republican policy, he's always been Democratic operations. We've worked on opposing political campaigns, of course, and we sometimes go to the same parties. I've known him for years, but we've never been . . . intimate. I don't mean that just in a sexual way, either. I mean, we've never really shared confidences.

with The Joy of Sex, which he found under the bed—when

The only difference between dancing and fucking, he said in those days, is that you don't fuck in front of a live band.

Fighting someone who was intimately aware of your internal state of mind made it an interesting extra challenge.

How was it for you?" "Mostly okay?" "Well, good," Kiva said, and patted Fundapellonan's shoulder. "Because you're about to get fucked by me again, this time in front of the emperox.

He liked living simply. And he liked living alone. He had grown to dislike physical affection. It was intrusive, and it bullied his self esteem, because he wasn't good at it.

Well, I remember this girl. I am not whole without her. I am not alive without her. When she was with me I was more alive than I have ever been, and not only when she was pleasant either. Even when we were fighting I was whole.

Only once or twice in her life had she ever understood all of him, but the part of him which she knew, she knew intricately and well. No little appetite or pain, no carelessness or meanness in him escaped her; no thought or dream or longing in him ever reached her. And yet several times in her life she had seen the stars.

And, like most shy men, he satisfied his normal needs in the anonymity of the prostitute. There is great safety for a shy man with a whore. Having been paid for, and in advance, she has become a commodity, and a shy man can be gay with her and even brutal to her. Also, there is none of the horror of the possible turndown which shrivels the guts of timid men.

Abra looked at his sunny hair, tight-curled now, and at the eyes that seemed so near to tears, and she felt the longing and itching burn in her chest that is the beginning of love. Also, she wanted to touch Aron, and she did. She put her hand on his arm and felt him shiver under her fingers.

Her fingers moved gently in his hair. She looked up and across the barn, and her lips came together and smiled mysteriously.

And then the men lay down and put their heads in the girls' laps and looked up into their faces. And they smiled at each other, a tired and peaceful and wonderful secret.

He liked to think he was in on the secrets she had. When she smiled slyly, he smiled slyly too, and they exchanged confidences in whispers. The world had drawn close around them, and they were in the center of it, or rather Rose of Sharon was in the center of it with Connie making a small orbit about her. Everything they said was a kind of secret.

Joseph stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked upward, waiting for her to reappear. He felt a desire to open his body for her inspection, so that she could see all the hidden things in him, even the things he did not know were there. That would be right, he thought. Then she would know the kind of man I am; and if she knew that she would be a part of me.

You've never had a quick jump in the hay in your life. I could learn, maybe. You couldn't fornicate if you wanted to. I could try. It would take love or hatred to arouse you, and either one would require a slow and stately procedure.

Maybe what I want ain't anywhere in the world, but I want it, so I think there is such a thing. I want a guy that's wide open. I want him to be a real guy, maybe even a tough guy, but I want a window in him. He can have his dukes up every other place but not with me. And he got to need the hell out of me. He got to be the kind of guy that if he aint' got me he ain't got nothing. And brother, that guys' going to have something!

Oh, I guess I'm physically able to father a child. That's not what I'm thinking. I'm too closely married to a quiet reading lamp.

In the delicate world of relationships, we are tied together for all time.