Quotes About Intimacy

the walls of her vagina tightening around me as she laughed.

He made himself comfortable on his back and I climbed him, straddled his face . . . and leaned toward the headboard so I could keep my balance and stay in control, so I wouldn't fall on his nose.

The gun was in Mrs. Jones's left hand. She put her right hand behind her, between my legs, then held on to my cock like it was a leash.

Her young lover changed positions, grabbed her and pulled her rear up high . . . went inside her at a brand-new angle, stroked and grunted. . . . Like he wanted to crawl inside her.

I held his energy in my hand. When it was firm, when it was rising, I let it go, eased it down to his inner thigh, watched it spring back up

He . . . took his wedding ring off, as if he had meant to do it while I showered, then put it on the nightstand, as if that was all it took for a married man to become unmarried . . .

Great loves have legs and wings. They are substantial. They do not dissapate so easily... Great loves have staying power. Or so I told myself.

And it all comes out so lame. I love your mouth. I love your hair. I love your ears. I want you. I want you. I want you. Anything to avoid saying: I love you.

Rendall's first law of jealousy: jealousy does the cock harder and pussy wetter.

I love to go to sleep, when bed takes me like a lover

Beware of the man who wants to protect you; he will protect you from everything but himself

It is hard to open yourself to someone who might really love you. I kept trying to drive Ken away and he kept passing the test by staying.

The truth is we all want to be known. And we're simultaneously afraid of it. We want to be unmasked, and the person who can unmask us wins our respect.

I had noticed, for example, how all my infatuations dissolved as soon as I really became friends with a man, became sympathetic to his problems, listened to him kvetch about his wife, or ex-wives, his mother, his children. After that I would like him, perhaps even love him—but without passion.

I was glowing with health and well-being, as a woman will glow when she's been fucked four times in one day by two different men

But I am wise if not yet quite old, wanting the poem more than the lover, wanting words more than the sticky dew men secrete in their private places.

Even now, we have laryngitis from screaming at each other: the dirty little secret of a durable marriage.

It's impossible to generalize about sexuality - even one's own. The only way to keep it pure is to keep it unspoken. Keep it out of words. Words are not where sexuality lives. Without privacy, there is no ecstasy.

We came to realize how little married couples see of each other once they crawl in the bourgeois box.

We all have our particular preferences. Mine is gentle sex, the kind in which a man takes forever before he touches you down there. But most people are so guilty about sex that they want the crime and the punishment built in.

Even when we are screaming and throwing things, we are friends. Who is the man and who is the woman? Sometimes neither of us knows. The marriage is androgynous -- like the closest friendships. It will keep.

Intimement, J'en ai le désir, presque le goût. Mourir plutôt qu'attendre la mort.

În clipa aceea, el dobândi dou? certitudini definitive: o dorea profund pe acea femeie ÅŸi, dac? va putea, n-o va p?r?si niciodat?.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.