Quotes About Intimacy

Hap, even tough I'm a racist castrating bitch that wants you to be better than you are, wants you to do something with your life besides be a knockabout, do you think you could find it in your heart, in your itty-bitty white man's dick, to get a hard-on for me? In other words, want to fuck?

Your age doesn't matter," said The Big Guy, which was spoken like someone who had never fucked an old lady. I am not suggesting that I have....Oh hell. A few times, at fundraisers for charities back in the States.

In intimate conversation I am as supportive and positive as the next man, but gatherings of happy people make me miserable. I long to share in the collective joy, but instead I am racked with anxiety.

He's one of my best friends in the world, and from my plant it's OK for a boy and a girl to be good friends without being in an intimate relationship. [—Erykah Badu]

He's one of my best friends in the world, and from my planet its OK for a boy and a girl to be good friends without being in an intimate relationship. [—Erykah Badu]

How can we live to God in public when we so seldom meet Him in private?

I live to feel her fingers move inside of me like this. The bus makes another stop. A fat man climbs aboard, hauling himself up the stairs. I would kill him for one more moment with her fingers inside me. I don't have to. She gives me my moment for free. He lives because of her generosity. We all live because of her generosity.

Being in love is totally punk rock.

I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say. Come home.

Okay, now imagine I am falling in love with you. Can you picture it? Now picture that backwards.

As near as I can tell, he wished for this moment to last forever. So we sit and hold hands and I am always about to leave.

You are love of my life so far.

Relationships work best if we are honest about not wanting the truth.

Being mine means I'll make sure you know what pleasure feels like not just in your body, but in your heart and soul and mind...

I want you to make love to me. I want to go to your room, your bed, be under you, feel you inside me, see your eyes, feel your body and know…we're together. I don't know if that's love or just need, but I know I need you. I need that with you. I need what I've never known and I need it from you. Only you. And it may destroy everything or build something. I really don't know. I just know…Please make love to me.

I'll say this one more time. I will be gentle. I will be slow. But you don't have the reins.

There are twenty-five thousand, six hundred and twelve things you don't know about me. I'll tell you one each day." "That means it will take you seventy-plus years to know everything about me. When I turn one hundred, that will be the last one. Though I expect by then you'll know the very first and very last thing you need to know about me, the only one that matters." ~ Jon Forte

She looked up at him. "Carry me. I like it when you carry me." Her body trembled beneath him. "Ask me." "Please." The words came out without hesitation or thought. "Would you carry me?" "Anything you ask for, angel."

I can imagine you and us a million ways here, Thomas. I will make my home where you are, because you are my home. I don't know any way to say it any more clearly. So now the ball's in your court.

See yourself the way I see you. Feel the way my hands touch you, think about the way I look at you. I see all of you, Thomas. You think I don't, but I do. Hide it, don't hide it, I know all of it, feel all of it. You're mine. Just let go. Let go and see it. I always have.

I held her in my arms last night," he said quietly. "And when I felt her every response, I thought, 'There's nothing else I could ever want.' Whether there's a Heaven or not, it doesn't matter. This…Those moments when she gave me everything were more than I ever hoped Heaven could be.

She inhaled sharply as he traced the line of her neck with the warm wetness. "I'm not afraid to bleed for you, Marguerite." His voice was a rough whisper against her ear. "I'll tell The Zone you're thinking it over. Don't disappoint me. Or yourself.

You really do unique small talk," she said as he caught up to her, walked side by side. "Well, these things keep a conversation well lubricated. Only thing worse than a dry fuck is small talk.

Too fast?" she asked. Had he read her mind, or did he share her concerns? "Can't tell. It moves like it moves. The trick is to make the in-between time quick, but draw out every moment like this"--he leaned down, kissed her again, proving the point by keeping the kiss going long enough she was breathless when he was done--"so it feels like the kind of forever you want. Then you have no regrets.