Quotes About Intimacy

Then he strode across the room and kissed her. It was a crazy, impulsive act, but the minute his lips touched hers he knew it was the right thing to do. She tasted like sex and sin and forbidden fruit, and he couldn't get enough.

It should have been awkward. They'd taken their relationship from casual to over-the-top intimate in six-point-two seconds, without all the typical steps in between. But all Dani could think, wrapped in Carter's arms, was that finally she was right where she was supposed to be.

Just how good are you?" He kissed her. "I'll let you be the judge of that.

We expect a great deal of each other - that our partner should be sexually appealing as well as a stable companion; an intellectual equal who will also be a good parent; someone with whom we are completely compatible, sharing a similar outlook, attitudes, values and pursuits who will remain solvent and never be boring - the perfect complement to how we imagine ourselves, or, more usually, would like to.

WE can now have love without marriage and sex without love, but more than 90 per cent of people still prefer to have sex within a steady relationship.

When a man is deeply involved with his children it is harder for him to leave, and is it harder for a woman to let such a man go. By sharing so much more of the intimacy inherent to nurturing and protecting our children, more and more couples are finding a deeper common ground to their relationship, forging new and stronger bonds between them based on mutual respect.

Everything in his life had come down to the sensation of her fingers against his. The person he was, the history he carried within himself, every joy and grief he had ever experienced, slipped way like an irrelevant garment. He was nothing but skin, speaking to another skin, and between the skins there was no need to find any words.

Many things in this place were bewildering, but the feel of her body was still the thing he knew best in all the world.

For me, being together, fellow souls joined in fear, was some comfort. For him, that was weakness. In taking his hand I was telling him what I had seen, and that was something he could not allow.

Whatever the shadow was that lived with them, it did not belong just to him, but to her as well: it was a space they both inhabited. But it seemed there was no way to speak into that silent place. Their lives had slowly grown around it, the way the roots of a river-fig grew around a rock.

Nakedness is nakedness. We all wanted comfort.

Whether a person is physically in front of you or not, the love remains.

An honest conversation with anyone is a form of praying.

Jay's large body covered her. Oh God, the welcome weight of him. His mouth descended on hers, not asking, not seeking, but demanding she meet his need. She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched up into him as her tongue darted into his mouth, met his, and mated in a hot, heady tangle.

And you know, the crazy thing about love," I went on, "is that you can tell the other person anything in the world, and they'll love you. No matter what.

You could eat the air in the place, so thick with bread and warmth that it stang our cheeks.

Well I think if you really go out with someone for quite a long time you do get to know each other very, very well, you go through the good times, you go through the bad times. You know both personally, but also within a relationship as well.

Let's always be having an affair. Wherever we meet, however many times a year - let it always be an affair.

And what is it that you get from women?' asking me what I never asked myself. 'I don't know. Is it energy, support, tenderness? The wonder of rapport, a life experience close enough so you know the same jokes. Did your mother always warn you to wear clean underwear, just in case you had an accident?

we touched each other's center, perfectly, just the fingertip upon the clitoris moving more and more slowly, our eyes steady on each other and the delicate pressure fine and more fine until all motion stopped in one still point remembered always, a vision. And then I did not know her pleasure from mine, my body from hers. We fell into and became each other. Then we slipped over the edge, entered and made love.

It started with Carol and it was almost an accident. Woke up one night because I had to tell Fumio, sitting up in bed smoking, terrified, what will he do, will he kill me, will he ever speak to me again, so I made him wake up and I told him. He laughed into his pillow. Why are you laughing? 'Well, at least you won't get pregnant," ...giggled, and went back to sleep.

Love…love is understanding. Love is knowing that other person so well, you can anticipate them. Like if someone knows you're uncomfortable, and they loosen your boot strings. Or if he knows you're deeply worried about something, and does his best to remedy it and soothe your fears.

They were in the attic, in the dark. Rain pounded down against the roof, encapsulating them in a wall of sound. They had their own world. And for once, he would not allow the consequences to ruin the moment.

I want to watch you sleeping," he said. "Go to sleep." For a long time Stephen listened to Mina breathing. He turned in the chair to look out the window, pinching himself to stay awake. The moon was not out – the night was very dark. Much later the room behind him seemed to lighten. He opened the window to let the night in, to let what was inside get out. And then, slowly, he turned around to look at what was there. Mina is there. She is a vision.