Quotes About Intimacy

I think it's 'only polite' that my wife should let me know when she's entertaining a male visitor, furthermore one that has shared her bed.

Dated" in Selah's book, being a euphemism for "had enthusiastic and frequent sex with".

But I have no sex feelings about you, and I kind of feel the sleeping-together thing is just odd. So we're not doing the fairy sleep-athon of comfort anymore.

we had sex in every position i could imagine, and some i couldn't. we had sex in every room in my house, and we had sex outdoors. you told me it was the best you'd ever had.

I want to call you all those gooshy words you use when you love someone, no matter how stupid it sounds.

That would do the trick, he said hoarsely. Jesus, Harper, I don't understand why we don't have guys following us from town to town just to watch you do that. Because I've never done it for anyone but you, I said. You don't think I'd say something like that to anyone else, do you? Please, he said. Please do that for me. And no one else.

Those words are not a magical formula. They're not going to open my heart to you.

I stopped for a moment, biting the inside of my cheek. This was the hardest part. I want to be first. I know that's selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that's wrong, so be it. I'll be wrong. But that's the way I feel.

His eyes looked at my body as if it were a drink of water on a desert dune. I don't know much, I confessed, my voice barely audible. Don't worry. I know a lot.

Every now and then I felt like I was Bill's doll.

Nunca fui uma mulher de relações de uma noite só. Quero ter a certeza, se dormir contigo, de que o faço porque queres passar algum tempo comigo e porque gostas de mim por quem eu sou e não pelo que sou.

Oh, boy, he could kiss.

Make love, he suggested. Make love with me. I'm not in the right mood for love. Let me try to persuade you.

I couldn't speak, for once in my life. I was terrified of seeing him again; and I would rather have shaved my head than not see him again.

I listened idly to the voices of the couple working in the back bedroom. You would have thought that since they lived together twenty-four hours a day they would've said all they could think of to say, but I could hear one offer the other a comment every now and then. This calm, intermittent dialogue seemed companionable, and I went into kind of a trance sitting on the end of that bed.

She had almost certainly poisoned her perfidious former lover, a clerk, so she could marry into her own respectable upper-middle-class milieu without the clerk's revealing their physical intimacy.

My ability to cast aside control, which is the key to good sex, had been pinched out of existence

I want to be first. I know that's selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that's wrong of me, so be it. I'll be wrong. But that's the way I feel.

The sweetest part of being a couple was sharing your life with someone else. But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.

I like you a lot," I said. I could read his mind fairly clearly, just at this instant. He liked me, too; right at the moment, he liked me a whole bunch. He wanted to like me right up against the wall.

I would give anything to lie with you again," he said.

And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself; and in the wasteland of desire your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.

Ladies like to kiss.

My best evenings are at home with my lady.