Quotes About Connection

Love is for the soul and sex is for the body. Both cry out for satisfaction

Sex and love are not identical twins. Not fraternal. Not born at the same moment but still of the same womb.

Love ain't never been a rational beast.

Sometimes I want the friendship of a man but other times I only want his passion. Friendship can be false; passion never lies.

The heart define whom we are were attracted to. I was attracted to him, sexually, mentally and maybe even spiritually. And the heart decided for how long that inner madness would last.

Like she said, love wasn't a switch that could be turned off. It was more like a battery, had to run until there was no more energy left.

We all give up part of ourselves to be with anyone. Relationships change our trajectories.

We kissed again . . . . My clit began to twerk.

The mouth that you love to feel sucking you. The mouth that makes your toes curl, the mouth that makes you ache and moan.

the word love has no decent definition!

Eye contact creates wars, creates fights, but eye contact also creates arousal. I felt the weird, pointless tingles, and I read his face and his smile. I tried to look inside him, see what he was feeling, while at the same time guarding myself.

Physical attraction was about aesthetics, not sexual performance, not mental stimulation. Without a mental connection, a remarkable sexual performance yielded no lifelong guarantees.

My hand slid into his. The warmth of his hand surrounded mine and made me wish Carson Boulevard was miles more than six lanes wide. He let my hand go when we made it to the sidewalk.

He asked, May I kiss you? I stopped blinking. The six lanes of traffic stopped moving. That question made the world stop spinning. A chill ran up and down my spine. My hands opened and closed a thousand times.

That's what sex does: it starts relationships and it verifies the end of relationships.

I heard you on the phone with her. I happened to be in your arms, and you happened to be inside of me, balls deep from what I remember, so I felt the difference, felt what you felt for her, heard how your voice changed when you talked to her.

We'd had sex like we were whores to each other, and when it was done, we each moved to our side of the bed, boxers going to their corners, then when it was time the imaginary bell rang and we went at it again.

He carried me, my legs wrapped around him, and moved in and out of me, stroked me as he walked around the room.

I let my towel drop to the carpet. Nakedness stared at nakedness, and nakedness smiled.

Everyone is in an individual relationship, but perceives it as group effort. My relationship with you is not the same as your relationship with me. The eyes can never see their own face.

Livvy and Tony are in bed eating Chinese food.

the walls of her vagina tightening around me as she laughed.

He made himself comfortable on his back and I climbed him, straddled his face . . . and leaned toward the headboard so I could keep my balance and stay in control, so I wouldn't fall on his nose.

Her young lover changed positions, grabbed her and pulled her rear up high . . . went inside her at a brand-new angle, stroked and grunted. . . . Like he wanted to crawl inside her.