Quotes About Intimacy

He watched me breathe. He knew my breath.

Men want the same thing from their underwear that they want from women: a little bit of support, and a little bit of freedom.

Seems to me the basic conflict between men and women, sexually, is that men are like firemen. To men, sex is an emergency, and no matter what we're doing we can be ready in two minutes. Women, on the other hand, are like fire. They're very exciting, but the conditions have to be exactly right for it to occur.

Everybody lies about sex. People lie during sex. If it weren't for lies, there'd be no sex.

Men want the same thing from women that they want from their underwear... a little support, comfort, and freedom.

Men want the same thing from women and their underwear: support, comfort, and freedom.

There was a weird intimacy, sitting in a car together. Couples sat in cars. Cops and their partners. Strangers became unstrange, sharing a windshield view of the world.

We weren't touching, but my skin could feel her skin buzzing.

If I closed my eyes, I could almost count those soft hairs on the back of her neck. One day I'd even leaned forward, pretending to drop my pencil, and inhaled her until the top of my head started to steam. A scent of butterscotch wafted off of her, and it was all I could do not to plunge my face into her shag.

Tina hit that tingle in the back of his head, the fuse that usually stayed damp, the one that got lit on those rare occasions when he met a woman who actually scared him. It was sort of like sex, but harder to find.

Her skin felt smooth and firm. Her hair smelled faintly of motor oil. Her mouth tasted like coffee. She was absolutely real, and it was the sexiest combination on the planet.

What we craved was drugs. What we had was each other.

Entonoces comprendí que no me amaba, deseaba solamente mi cuerpo, yo sé que él también lo sabía, aunque trataba de engañarse y me dijera que me amaba, pero al decir eso mentía, porque solamente deseaba mi cuerpo, deseaba el amor, pero no sabía amarme, lo único verdadero en él era el deseo insaciable

Si me amara la protegería del frío con el calor de mi cuerpo, podría dormir tranquila en mis brazos, con el amor se puede acallar incluso el hambre

El licor, la música, la pintura y la poesía de nuestros cuerpos desnudos, tenían la prioridad

Él no respondió, simplemente, la volvió a besar y su respiración se volvió una sola con la de ella.

toca sus corazones, la piel empieza a transpirar a desear.

El beso estremeció su piel.

La locura de los años mozos, nos abrumaba por aquellos días, escondidos en habitaciones de hotel, envueltos en el sudor de otros amantes.

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we'll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.

I knew him from one of my dad's parties, knew him better than I wanted to.

For a long time, they leaned against the wall, foreheads pressed together, breathing matched. They were one body, bound by the passion they'd shared. Mariah didn't think she'd felt so close to a lover before. As if he sensed those deeper thoughts, John kissed her cheek with such gentleness that it brought tears to her eyes and withdrew from her.

In the dying firelight, Benedict's face was relaxed in sleep. He was so handsome, so perfect. She brushed a lock of hair from his forehead and he did not stir with the motion. She smiled, but the expression faded as a strong desire welled up in her. A desire to do something she had never done before. She touched him again, to be certain he was not awake. When he didn't move or react, she leaned closer, her hands shaking. "I love you