Quotes About Intimacy

D'ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you-then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.

a man who uses a woman for his own sexual gratification, but belittles her into thinking she is no good in bed, is not a dominant personality, but a submissive one.

Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.

You're creating an intimacy that everybody feels, that it's their experience, not yours. I'll never introduce a song and say, now this song is about 'my' broken heart.

In this convoluted world where sex has become a party favor rather than a solemn, beautiful part of love between two people, I think virginity is sexy. I don't like promiscuity. Oddly, at the turn of the 20th century, even men were expected to wait until marriage to indulge. I think that's sexy, too. Okay, I'm a dinosaur, I admit it. I don't belong in the modern world.

but it won't last," "Yes," he replied. "Yes it will. You're all I see, hear, or need in all the world.

This whole time, I wasn't waiting for something in particular. Just someone who wanted me. Not sex. But me.

Brandt and a couch-or worse, an empty master bedroom-were a very bad combo. He morphed from vaguely risque fling to bad-boy octopus man whenever he was in the vicinity of any marginally promising flat surface.

Hey," he pulled away and put his hand on my face. "What are you thinking about?" "Your butt," I admitted.

Pleasanter surprise," he managed, backing us away from the threshold. There's the idea. I pushed him gently against the wall and started tugging on his shirt. "About to get even pleasanter," I murmured against his neck as my fingers found the drawstring of his pants.Bad grammar is such a turn- on.

Her lips parted. Vaughn nearly died on the spot. He pulled her in. The guitar strummed its protest. Neither of them cared. She had her hand on his neck, the side of her thumb notched under his jaw, forefinger tips pressing into the nape of his neck as if saying, closer, more. He shoved the guitar to the floor, and it clattered against the wood. She broke away, panting. 'Oops.

Do you know what you need?" Malcolm was saying now. To get laid, I thought. "To get laid," Malcolm said. Shocker.

He stared at her, unable to think of whole words. Orchid's mouth was wet and swollen, and he had done that. 'That was -' she smoothed her hair. 'That was -' Amazing. A long time coming. Something she wanted to do again, Dr. Bown be damned. 'Really nice.' Oh, no. he'd sucked at it. Nice? He could already hear all of her laughing.

Just remember, I am not going anywhere," he said, still watching her lips. "And if you ever try to hide from me, I will not believe you are dead. I will find you. Count on it.

Most partners do not have sex frequently enough for optimum mental, physical, and emotional health.

The true function of sex is to bring more love into the world.

My first really long lovemaking experience was thirteen hours nonstop, from dusk to dawn. At that point I had been more accustomed to five or six hours at a time. And then, at some time further on in my exploration, my new lover and I were in bed for a solid twenty-one days, apart from the minimum of time required to care for bodily needs.

We think of it as a sort of traffic accident of the heart. It is an emotion that scares us more than cruelty, more than violence, more than hatred. We allow ourselves to be foiled by the vagueness of the word. After all, love requires the utmost vulnerability. We equip someone with freshly sharpened knives; strip naked; then invite him to stand close. What could be scarier?

There was something real breakable about Mary Ella and I was always afraid if I touched her in the wrong spot, she'd crack.

what I have with Laurel is public and shallow. What I have with you is private and deep. Which part of me would you rather have?

I love you," he said, as he parted her lips with his own and then kissed her. After a moment he added, "I love you with everything I have, and with all that I am.

I WISH I FIGURED OUT A WAY TO LOVE YOU WITH ALITTLE LESS EFFORT.

I don't really know how to relate to a long-term day-in day-out kind of comfortable relationship.

He said 'That! Put that in your purse! I don't like that!' when I took off my brassiere. It remained there, though, curled up on his wooden floor, curled awkwardly for a piece of clothing, not awkwardly if it had been something else perhaps, a creature. "Idea