Quotes About Intimacy

Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.

Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together.

There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun. Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body. - Jean-Claude

There are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

Would you truly sleep with strangers? I don't know, I haven't met the strangers yet.

I smiled at him, as Doyle squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. Some people are addicted to falling in love, Doctor. Some people love that rush of new emotions, and when that first rush of new love is spent, they move on to the next, thinking the love wasn't real. What I felt in her, and potentially in you, is the love of years. Love that knows that that first rush of freshness isn't the real thing. It's the tip of the iceberg.

What had my scary thought been? That Olaf was sincere. In some crazy,pathological way, he like-liked me. As in boyfriend-liked me. Not just for fucking or slaughter, but maybe, just maybe, he actually wanted to date me like one human being to another. He seemed to have no clue how to interact with a woman in a way that wasn't terrifying, but he was trying. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he was trying.

Oh, I'll enjoy myself. I want to make sure you enjoy yourself. Why? I said. If you enjoy yourself, then there's a better chance you'll want to be with me again.

You smell of other peoples blood, ma petite. It was no one you know. -Jean Claude and Anita

But if anything will turn me off, it's a very practiced approach, as if the man has done it a thousand times before, to a lot of different women. Which always seems to imply that I am no different from all the rest. Not flattering.

It has been my experience that women tell more intimate details to their friends than men do. Men may brag more, but women will talk the nitty-gritty and share the experience more.

My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.

He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.

You should hit him in the face with frying pans more often, Said Rhys he seems to like it

More sex. We must have more sex.

Let's fool around. And then? he asked, voice low. When it's time, take blood, and then let's fuck. He gave a surprised burst of laughter. Ma petite, you are such a sweet-talker, how can I refuse?

I didn't want to pick at Micah and me until we unraveled. I wanted to leave it alone and enjoy it. I just didn't know how to do that.

That's what underwear is for, girls, so if an emergency happens you only show your cookies to the people you love.

If you love someone your freedom is curtailed, if you love someone you give up much of your privacy, if you love someone you are not merely one person but half of a couple, to think or behave any other way is to risk losing that love.

Sex is one of the most personal things we do as people. To have someone who says she loves you limit how you express yourself in the bedroom is like a small death. It kills the soul.

Watching St John rock his wife's body was not part of my job description. Honest. I sat down on the stairs where I could see the door, the hallway, and the stairs as far as the landing. St John started singing in a strange, broken voice. It took me a few minutes to figure out what he was singing. It was 'You are so Beautiful

he'd wanted to do for years while we dated—the whole princely sweep-you-off-your-feet shit. I liked to keep my feet firmly on the ground unless sex was involved, and you can't really have sex in a horse-drawn carriage; it scares the horses.

Sex may not be the answer to everything, but it's also not the worst answer to a lot of things.

Patting someone's hand, or shoulder, a hug, all of it is necessary to be happy and healthy for most people. It doesn't have to have anything to do with sex; in fact, most of the touch that keeps us all going is as innocent as a newborn lamb frolicking on the spring grass