Quotes About Intimacy

Good boy. I want you all to myself. Like I told you, I love you.

You ain't lived till you've sucked a big, hard, juicy dick." "Mmm-hmm…

Lust makes cowards of us all.

At first I couldn't believe it. I waited, not moving my cock, which was rock hard thanks to this pulsing grip. But yes, here it was again. The same pattern, the same rhythm. I was being signaled by an asshole in Morse code. And it was signaling SOS.

Perhaps the blood that was flooding into his dick, bringing it to full erection, was starving his brain of oxygen.

Okay, pretty boy, you're going to get fucked.

Ever had two men at the same time, Bertrand? Up that neat little ass?" "Oh, Mitch," he said, in a way that could easily have meant yes or no.

He dropped to his knees and started smothering my cock in kisses; this wasn't going to be a particularly skilful blow job, I thought, but it would be sincerely meant.

What did I know about Bertrand, apart from the fact that his ass fit my dick like a glove?

I reached around and pulled my butt cheeks apart. That was all the reassurance he needed, and suddenly I felt that hot breath on my hole, felt the sandpaper of his face against my buttocks, and then—oh, brave new world!—felt his tongue lapping at me, licking me, caressing me where I had never been touched before.

First, I will suck you." I'm not sure whether this direct statement was just the European way, or if his English was inadequate to express anything more complicated, but in any case he dropped to his knees and started unbuttoning my fly.

Even my dick was relaxing, and had fallen from the upright to the horizontal.

Come on, Jack. Open your mouth and suck it.

Let's see you come again, Jack. This time with me inside you.

What he wanted was something soft and fat and gentle, full of rounding sweet places to hide in.

It was just that we had this phenomenal honeymoon relationship that just kept on going.

I kissed her. Her eyes were shining up at me like two blue stars. It was like being in church.

Often we are tempted to think that loving someone—a spouse, a boyfriend or girlfriend, or even just a friend— means clinging to them, which is a subtle form of ownership. But love means embracing the poverty of not owning the other. So chastity might be able to teach the world about a free way to love and a loving way to be free.

He questioned his monastic vocation as much as he embraced it. He desired solitude as much as he craved attention and affection from his brothers. He sought intimacy with others as much as he treasured his chastity. He battled with his religious superiors as much as he hoped to follow his vow of obedience. Most of all, he wished for fame and influence as much as he saw that humility was the foundation for a healthy monastic life.

Knowing God is more important than knowing about God.

God wants to be with you. God desires to be with you. What's more, God desires a relationship with you.

Infinite sexuality does not focus its attention on certain parts or regions of the body. Infinite lovers have no "private parts." They do not regard their bodies as having secret zones that can be exposed or made accesible to others for special favors. It is not their bodies but their persons they make accesible to others.

Sexuality is the only finite game in which the winner's prize is the defeated opponent.

You looove me. (holds out arms) You love me this much.