Quotes About Intimacy

He did not want to be struck by her again. Or worse, denied her company.

It was hard for her not to feel that a person loving her was making a big mistake, because she knew herself better than they did, so knew their love was given in error, and thus they must be some kind of fool. And yet it was precisely that misplaced love she wanted; someone who would like you more than you do; someone who likes you despite yourself; someone more generous to you than you are.

When you have sex with someone, you willingly give them a part of your soul that you can never get back. So why not wait for the one

When you have sex with someone, you willingly give them a part of your soul that you can never get back.

as Serena thought back on their overall relationship, she couldn't deny how obsessive and protective he had been when it came to his smartphone.

Although, she couldn't deny that whenever one of her three best friends, Michelle, Kenya, or Lynette, brought up the subject of marriage, she pretended that marriage couldn't have been further from her mind.

he could sense her breathing, her temple against his jaw and her shoulder under his hand were warm, her hair smelt of well-brushed hair, he could feel the presence of her body...

For a man as keen as he on getting into bed with women, keeping hidden the full enormity of his fatness was a chronic problem. Its most acute form naturally came up when someone new had to be hustled or cajoled past the point of no return. That point tended to get later and later as his belly waxed.

Yes. Your attitude measures up to the two requirements of love. You want to go to bed with her and can't, and you don't know her very well. Ignorance of the other person topped up with deprivation, Jim. You fit the formula all right, and what's more you want to go on fitting it. The old hopeless passion, isn't it?

Love is a finding-out: Our walk to the bedroom (Hand in hand, eye to eye) Up a stair of marble Or decently scrubbed boards, As much as what we do In our abandonment, Teaches us who we are And what we are, and what Life itself is.

Leelawati was sitting on a swing in the palace. Without meaning to, i ran towards her. She swung herself from the swing straight into my arms and hugged me. She wouldn't let go of me and i wasn't about to let go of her. To be trusted so, without any reservations, i too must have been up to some good in my past lives.

Boys love hitting each other in the face. I guess it's the next best thing to a kiss.

My friend Eileen once said about Tom 'I'd kick him out of bed - to fuck him on the floor.

the kiss and the bite are such close cousins that in the heat of love they are too readily confounded

If she only knew that all of his poems had been written to her and no one else, every single one, even the one to Night, even the one to the Spirit of the Swamp. But that was something she should never know.

Engang kom han med skjorten åpen og han var tykt lodden på brystet. Det er som en eng å lægge sig i! tænkte jeg, for jeg var så ung. Jeg kysset ham nogen ganger, det er på det jeg vet at jeg aldrig har oplevet noget lignende.

Ho jeg har visst alt faat Vaaren i mig, jeg bruker min Qvind som en gale, Fan steike mig, og æter langt bedre end på længe!(1912, brev til J.M. Køhler Olsen i Bergen)

Når han sa noget ømt til hende fik hun en ål i hvert øie og vsr forelsket hun også.

Det måtte gjøres med makt å holde hende tilbake, å sætte hende ned, kysse hende. Det var forresten ikke vanskelig, hun var liten og rund og ikke så værst urimelig, tilslut hjalp hun til.

He was staring at my lips, and before I could think better of it, I'd wetted them. "That's it, bébé," he said in a coaxing rasp. "Ma bonne fille." My good girl. He wrapped one of his arms behind my back, cupping my chin with his free hand. "Evangeline, I'm goan to kiss you until your toes curl, until we're breathing for each other." That was the promise. . . .

I have an idea. Let's take off our clothes and fool around on the settee. If I trip and fall and land smack-dab on your cock, then it won't be your fault.

I do so wish my breasts would stop staring at your eyes.

Now, undress for me and let me see what's mine.

He can learn things about me through your blood. Can learn about my sister! She briefly covered her mouth. He can see everything we've done! I don't want that leech to know what we do in private. Lothaire strolled up, making a scoffing sound. As if I don't watch you two live from a distance.