Quotes About Intimacy

The most consistent sex will be your love affair with yourself.

Aunque venga de un amante, una bañera, un osito de peluche, un dedo, una lengua o un vibrador, un orgasmo es un orgasmo.

Remember, the best news of this decade is that we can have all the sex we want on our own terms with someone we love who will never abandon us once we embrace selfloving. Here's wishing you many happy orgasms.

She will be challenged to develop intimacy in an environment in which all intimate relationships are corrupt. She will be challenged to develop an identity out of an environment which defines her as a worthless slave.

She was surprised to feel his hand on her arm and still more surprised-almost unbelieving-to see his fingers unclasp his identification bracelet and remove it from his arm. Silently he fumbled with the bracelet and slipped it around her right wrist. with a tiny click he snapped the clasp shut. Jane gave a gasp of astonishment and turned questioning to Stan. She was wearing his identification bracelet! The silver links on her wrist were still warm from his arm

He advanced, and before Teresa could react, he snatched her up against his chest, looked down into her furious eyes, and kissed her. Really kissed her. And he did it so well and so deliciously she forgot to sock him and melted right there on the spot.

Now darlin. Nothing I want more than to take you in the house and make love to you a hundred times, catch my breath, and start over again.

I'd given him my virginity because he told me I was special, but apparently I was simply a new link in a very long chain." "So what did you do?" ... "Put red pepper sauce in his rubbers.

Love me like he loves breathing.

mouth, savoring her response and how perfectly her behind fit his palms. He eased her into his hardness while he languidly and brazenly slid his hands over her hips. The thought of exploring the warmth she treasured between her thighs made him want to undress her fully and take

Paula shrugged, "Haven't found the right person yet. Having to share me with God scared off a lot of men.

One time you mentioned the loneliness inside of marriage and I did not understand what you were saying. Two people are together; they have come from the same place; they share the same values, the same language. Practically speaking, they are the two halves of one consciousness. They eat the same food; they have a child; they sleep in the same bed, how can they be lonely.

Where, in Heaven's name, could anyone even be alone in Calcutta? What hanky-panky business, in my mother's words, could go on? Everyone knew the rules and the rules stated caste and community narrowed the range of intimate contact.

When they are absent, we aspire to see them; when we have seen them, we have only one desire, that of enjoying their embrace; when we are in the arms of beautiful women with elongated eyes, we would no longer want to tear ourselves away from them.

Thank you for this, Megan. I have not enjoyed something—or someone—as much in too long to recall." "Me neither." She smiled at him, pulsing her hips upward as if trying to capture this moment for all time. "You're one hell of a lover, Dante." "I aim to please," he joked. "Your aim is dead on, cowboy.

Now the man and his wife were both naked, but they felt no shame.

Kendimi bir ona gösterece?im. Bir ona gösterece?im, çünkü, bir yerden y?rt?lmam?? bir gizlili?in de tad? yoktur.

Bir ona gösterece?im, çünkü, bir yerinden y?rt?lmam?? bir gizlili?in de tad? yoktur.

The computer stops being a tool of work as it transforms into an educational, entertaining, even Intimate friend. It makes predictable moves and gives predictable feedback. Because a man knows what he will get back from his computer, he spends more and more time with this keyboard while he spends less and less time face to face with his wife.

One man, nearing retirement in a people-helping profession, told his protégé, "Steal your wife away to a hotel for 24 hours once a month, and you'll always have a great marriage and a good sex life." Sometimes scheduling every aspect of life is what has you down, so be spontaneous. Pack a toothbrush, some lingerie, and a bathing suit and head out! Let your whims carry you.

2-1-10: A languid Sunday, afternoon turned into evening, evening into night, night into morning. 'I just want to enjoy your nextness and nearness,' O says. He puts his ear to my chest and listens to my heart and counts the beats. 'Sixty-two,' he says with a satisfied smile, and I can't imagine anything more intimate.

12-27-10 Palace Hotel, San Francisco- Over Christmas In bed, lights out: O: 'Oh, oh, oh...!' I: 'What was that for?' O: 'I found your fifth rib.' In the middle of the night: 'Wouldn't it be nice if we could dream together?' O whispers.

I suppose it's a cliché to say you're glad to be alive, that life is short, but to say you're glad to be not dead requires a specific intimacy with loss that comes only with age or deep experience. One has to know not simply what dying is like, but to know death itself, in all its absoluteness.

Royalty is my identity. Servanthood is my assignment. Intimacy with God is my life source. So, before God, I'm an intimate. Before people, I'm a servant. Before the powers of hell, I'm a ruler, with no tolerance for their influence.