Quotes About Connection

Sweet,Genny,he whispered against her breast.You´re creaming,ma chérie.Your tights,your pussy and my sheets are drenched.He ran his teeth over her nipple.Just the way I like it. Jean-Baptiste,please,she said breathlessly,wiggling against his wrist,wanting his hand,needing to be filled.

Don't think,demon girl.Just feel.Feel and come.

That tight grip could kill me.Cream running down my fingers.He inhaled deeply.I can scent you.I love the way you smell.Oh,fuck it.He left her side and,keeping his fingers inside her,he moved between her legs.

You're about to come again,and when you do,I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to breathe.

How tight are you,Hellen?If I fuck you with my fingers,will you squeeze them tight?Show me what my cock aches to feel.

His groan was laced with both pain and pleasure.But that was okay.It was as it was supposed to be.Her eyes filled with tears.I will never keep myself from you.I will never discard your love like trash.Her voice caught with emotion.And I will never starve you. Alexander's eyes glittered with feelings.I can't... You can.You have to.She tipped up her chin and kissed him,soft and loving and hungry,her tongue slipping inti his mouth,playing with teeth,the tips of his fangs.

But right now, baby, I'm fucking you

All right, cow patties, I say we forget about why we're in this town, the new addition to the family, and what lies ahead, and invite a few of these hometown fillies to our table and see what happens.

Do you see my tongue sliding all the way down the ridge of your clit?Do you feel it thrusting up inside your cunt,fucking your drenched pussy until you come?All the way down my throat.

Deacon went suddenly rigid and slipped out of her.He sat up,his eyes wide and the darkest green she´d ever seen.Like a forest on a moonless night.

Yet no one is really alone; those who live no more echo still within our thoughts and words, and what they did is part of what we have become — Blessing of Memory, Mediations Before Kaddish

And yet: reacting feels involuntary. As long as we're both breathing, we'll probably forever misread each other's faces; second-guess and misinterpret each other's thoughts, feelings, and motives in the worst possible way.

Isn't everyone's true purpose to love and be loved? To be in service to and to take care of those who need us most?

Ingeborg lifted her face to the sun, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the lake—wavelets lapping the shore, birds singing and two jays scolding above them, the wind sharing secrets with the crags, and children laughing and shouting. The mountain music filled Ingeborg with such joy, it leaked out her eyes and down her cheeks.

bottle and poured a spoonful. She held one to his

Think of it: the worlds in this world.

Sex is like crying, it does look pretty if you really do it

having the people you love tell you they love you and mean it . . . it never goes out of style. Since we're made in God's image, this must be from Him, so even God must need an 'atta boy,' an out-loud, in-your-head 'Thank you, great job on that sunset, and the platypus was a birlliant fun idea.' Maybe that's why we're supposed to pray the way we do, because without it God would be lonely

A flower may be beautiful all on its own, but a person is never truly beautiful unless someone's eyes show him that he is beautiful.

You can be someone's friend and have sex with them. The trick is you have to want their emotional and physical well-being more than you want to fuck them. If you cross that line and want sex more than their happiness, then you aren't their friend.

Love mattered, in the end. A house without love would always fall, maybe not today or tomorrow, but in the end without love nothing could endure.

Edward glanced at me, then back at Olaf. The Greeks believed that once there were no male and female, that all souls were one. Then the souls were torn apart, male and female. The Greeks thought that when you found the other half of your soul, your soul mate, that it would be your perfect lover. But I think if you find your other half, you would be too much alike to be lovers, but you would still be soul mates.

Love is not about owning someone, but about loving them.

A woman will forget that a man is male, if they are good enough friends, but men rarely forget that a woman is feminine.