Quotes About Intimacy

He just stared at her, feeling his very soul swell with love as she padded toward him, barefooted. He loved her eyes; he loved her smile; he loved her pale, slender arms. He loved her dainty ankles, skimmed by the hem of her chemise. He loved her gliding walk and the way her long, thick hair swung around her waist as she hurried toward him. God, help him, he was her slave.

As for you, my lady..." "Hmm?" Kate murmured, a flirtatious twinkle in her eyes. "You're not that tired, are you?" he whispered. "Never," she breathed. He let out a hungry growl of laughter, kissed her soundly, and carried her into what would henceforth be their shared bedchamber- then he kicked the door shut behind them.

Near the end I asked him one night in the hospital corridor what he thought was happening, and he said, "Tell her everything you haven't said," and I smiled with relief. "There's nothing," I said. "I've already told her everything.

We need imperfection in our relationships, else we would die from the thickness of intimacy.

He loved me. He'd loved me as long as he he'd known me! I hadn't loved him as long perhaps, but now I loved him equally well, or better. I loved his laugh, his handwriting, his steady gaze, his honorableness, his freckles, his appreciation of my jokes, his hands, his determination that I should know the worst of him. And, most of all, shameful though it might be, I loved his love for me.

He put his hand on my waist, and my heart began to pound, a rougher rhythm than the music. I held my skirt. Our free hands met. His felt warm and comforting and unsettling and bewildering--all at once.

The aggressive use of new medical tools went beyond castration. Dr. Marion Sims discovered a condition called "vaginismus," in which a woman felt such pain from intercourse she was unable to bear penetration. He prescribed surgery, but another treatment was to put the woman under anesthesia so her husband was able to have sex with her. Sims described one case in which a physician had to visit the couple two or three times a week to anesthetize the woman before lovemaking.

The warmth in his eyes flared to heat and he captured her hand in both of his, bending over it to hold his lips against the back a long moment. He did not exactly kiss it so much as breathe her in. She feared her hand smelled of bacon, but he didn't seem to care.

With the sound of waves outside, the bed seemed like our own Guld and we were swimmers. Front to front, out bodies slicked with sweat, each swimming and stroking, one against the other. We rode the waves to the crests, then plummeted down, only to ride the wave to the next breaker. We swam against the current that threatened to pull us under.

Then he laughed, his typical laugh. Making me wish i had ten more such anectodes stashed away to keep him standing there, holding onto me and laughing.

Shifts within friendships happen in imperceptible increments. There is distance, then assurance. Misconjecture, caution, gradual convergence. So much depends on the respect accorded to vulnerability.

The tasks of this period are as enormous as they are exhilarating: To shape a dream, that vision of one's own possibilities in the world that will generate energy, aliveness, and hope. To prepare for a lifework. To find a mentor if possible. And to form the capacity for intimacy without losing in the process whatever constancy of self we have thus far assembled. The first test structure must be erected around the life we choose to try. One

What a woman says to her ardent lover should be written in wind and running water.

Not unknown am I to the goddess [Venus] who mingles with her cares a sweet bitterness.

Isn't it worth missing whatever joy / you might have dreamed, to wake in the night and find / you and your beloved are holding hands in your sleep?

In all my life I've never felt as right and certain as when I'm with him.

I'd love it if the first time I spent the night with a girl it was because she was tired," James says. "I'd love it if it were you.

On a date I wonder if there is going to be any sex, and if I'm going to be involved.

Touchstone watched, suddenly conscious that he probably only had five seconds left to be alone with Sabriel, to say something, to say anything. Perhaps the last five seconds they ever would have alone together. I am not afraid, he said to himself. "I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.

I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.

The smell would have given me an erection if I'd still had testicles.

Eve and Denny were in love with the place. They spent almost the entire first night there rolling around naked in every room except Zoë's.

head to acknowledge the occasional petting

Denny je bil skrušen. Zoe je bila skrušena. Eva je bila skrušena. Jaz sem bil zmrcvarjen. Tako zelo smo se približali veli?ini. Vohali smo jo in dišala je kot pe?en odojek. Vsi imamo radi vonj pe?enega odojka. Toda, ali je huje, da ga vohaš, ne da bi se gostil z njim, ali da ga sploh ne vohaš?