Quotes About Intimacy

Does all your underwear look like it belongs in a high-class strip show?

My wife is so much a part of me, she's like the breath coming into my body. I love her very much.

She was all the dreams he'd lost at dawn-- dreams of everything he hadn't understood he needed until now. She was his playmate, his confidante, the lover who made his blood rush. She was the mother of his children and the companion of his old age. She was the joy of his heart.

As for your back rubs... Study an anatomy book, pal, because what you've been rubbing isn't my back.

If you have so little respect for me, why are you still around?" He slipped a gentle hand into her hair and pushed a curl behind her ear. "Because I'm a sucker for beautiful, wounded creatures.

Isn't it fascinating that he mainly dates women with limited English? But I guess it prevents a silly thing like conversation from interfering with sex.

Love, I've discovered is a transient emotion best satisfied by a good fuck.

Sex has to be something more than just bodies," he said harshly. "That's what you told me. You told me it had to be sacred, but it can't be that way with us. There's no love. Don't ever forget that. There's just sex." To his utter astonishment, she gave him a tender smile that seemed faintly tinged with pity. "You foolish man. Of course there's love. Don't you know? I love you.

Tell me what it would be like? If you loved me?

Sometimes she did this funny little thing after they'd finished making love. He'd be holding her against his chest, sort of dozing off and feeling peaceful all the way down to his toenails, and she'd make this little ' x' right over his heart with her fingertip. Just this little 'x'. Right over his heart

I love being inside you, and touching your face, and opening my eyes so I know it's really you. And after we're finished, I go into a fever thinking about a day when I can leave myself inside you. When I'll steal the soap and turn off the water so I stay there... inside you... part of you.

His writer's words poured over her like poetry, and she couldn't find a single wisecrack to put up between them.

There was a sweetness about her that was as unexpected as it was disturbing because it made her so much more vulnerable than he wanted her to be.

Cuando Daisy le miró a los ojos, vio que el desconocido tenso y peligroso con quien se había casado había desaparecido. En su lugar había un hombre que no había visto nunca: joven, alegre y despreocupado. A Daisy le dio un vuelco el corazón. Se le empañaron los ojos. Alex le mordisqueó el labio inferior. -Oh, Alex... -Calla, amor. Cállate y deja que te ame.

Her throat tightened as she reminded herself that she might have been making love, but he had been having sex. She

Rachel nem akarta, hogy a férfi azt higgye róla, szemérmes, különösen, hogy annyira kívánta, s tudta, hogy meg kell mondania neki. - Gabe, ma reggel megjött. A férfi felé fordult és üres tekintettel nézett rá. - A ciklusom - magyarázta. Amikor Gabe cseppet sem vágott értelmesebb képet, eszébe jutott a férfi hivatása. - Tüzelek.

He wanted to draw her nude. Every part of her. To capture her sensuality in pen and ink: the way she relished food, slipped her fingers into her hair, stroked the stem of her wineglass. The way she lifted her arms to stretch and tugged on her lower lip with her upper one. He'd watched her raise goose bumps on her own skin simply by stroking the inside of her wrist with the tips of her fingers, yet she seemed oblivious to this part of herself.

Me amas? —Te amo. —No suena como si me amases. Suena como si estuvieras rechinando los dientes. —Estoy rechinando los dientes, pero eso no quiere decir que no te quiera con todo mi corazón.

Drop that towel, and I'll throw in champagne." "Tempting." She made her way toward her bedroom. "But since I might be pregnant, I couldn't drink." He gave a long sigh. "And with those chilling words, the raging fire in his loins vanished.

I want you to want me, not just to make me want you.

His arms cradled her as if she really belonged inside them.

I love you, he shouted, but he kept the words inside his head, because they were too small to express the immensity of what he felt.

Susan Elizabeth Phillips

I'm basically a guy," her friend Rachel had once said. I don't need emotional attachment. I just want to get off. Annie wanted to be a guy, too.