Quotes About Intimacy

That's right, I am a book kisser.

It had been so long since she had felt the touch of a man. Too long. She had almost forgotten that ripe, heavy throb of attraction and desire that could instantly drug her body and mind more thoroughly than any hard liquor.

I'd love to have First Lady Michelle Obama over and ask, 'How do you make your marriage work?' I think the president is sexy as all get-out, but he has got to get on her nerves some kind of way. He's this wonderful, powerful man, but she sees him leaving his socks on the floor.

When you love someone, truly love them, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt-you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it's crippling-like having your heart carved out.

Love isn't finding someone to live with...it's finding someone you can't live withoiut...

Love isn't finding someone to live with...it's finding someone you can't live without...

Relationship Principle 9 Every guy knows he can find a girl who is simply satisfied with satisfying him. They are much more turned on by a woman who cares about her own pleasure as well.

As soon as a manhas his guard up. he will not fall in love or get attached the only way he'll get attached is if you lower his guard first.

if the sex was too easy to get, it was not that great.

she lets him see how afraid she is to be without him and he soon comes to feel as though he has a 100 percent hold on her. This is often the point when women begin to complain: "He doesn't make enough time for me. He isn't as romantic as he used to be.

If you chase him in a black nightie, first he'll have sex with you . . . and then he'll run.

Every guy knows he can find a girl who is simply satisfied with satisfying him. They are much more turnd on by a woman who cares about her own pleasures as well.

If a man has to wait before he sleeps with a woman, he'll not only perceive her as more beautiful, he'll also take time to appreciate who she is.

Talking about feelings to a man will feel like work. When he's with a woman, he wants it to feel like fun.

Talking about the "relationship" too much takes away the element of the "unknown" and thus the mystery.

To a guy, quality time consists of sitting in the same room and relaxing with a woman he's in love with, even if they are both doing a separate activity. When a guy is madly in love, being together is exciting. If the chemistry is right, the girl would not need continual conversation. Without comfortable silence, he will never feel like he can recharge his batteries.

People use the excuse of money, time, being away from the kids to stop being intimate or romantic. It's really important to keep the passion.

He can get aroused from riding a motorcycle or from sleeping. The issue is not whether you turn him on; it's whether he stays turned on after he has been satisfied. This is the key.

If you smother him, he'll go into defense mode and

This theory applies to anything—a phone call, time together, sex, or whether he checks in at the end of the day.

Before sex, a man isn't thinking clearly and a woman is thinking clearly. After sex, it reverses. The man is thinking clearly and a woman isn't.

Tenderness, that most alien and disconcerting of emotions, swelled and billowed in her. She picked up a cherry and stared down at the soft, bright-red fruit. "I love you." The last time she'd declared her love he'd thrown it right back in her face. She waited uncertainly for his response. She didn't even have to wait a second. He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. "I love you more." - Gigi and Camden

She touched him, placing her hand over his curled fingers, straightening them so that they were palm to palm, then she interlaced her fingers with his. Her fingertips were icy. A silent, dangerous thrill coursed through him. He wanted to pull her atop him and show her what awaited a foolish young woman who slipped into a man's bedroom in the dead of the night after having devoured him all evening with those dark, intense eyes of hers, setting his blood to simmer over three long hours.

Even now her body yearned to be closer to him. She wanted to press her nose into his skin and inhale hungrily—he always smelled as if he'd just taken a walk across a sunny meadow. She wanted to rub her palm against his jaw to feel the beginning of stubbles. She wanted to slide her hands underneath his shirt and learn every single shape and texture, with the fierce dedication she'd once put into mastering the Grandes Études.