Physical Intimacy Quotes

I'm standing naked before you. Don't you want more than sex?

Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.

It is permissible with certain precautions to speak in print of coitus, but it is not permissible to employ the monosyllabic synonym for this word.

Kisses should not leave you satisfied.

Ready?" Despite the grim mood, I smiled and cracked my knuckles. "Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm ready for that." Amusement softened his eyes. "I'll try to control where I put my hands, but in the heat of things, who knows what could happen?" I added. Patch grinned. "Sounds promising.

I cannot imagine having a physical relationship with a woman. I have not done that. But I really love women.

Sex without love is an empty experience, but as empty experiences go, it's one of the best.

Sex without love is like a goddamn business transaction. And sometimes both parties feel as if they got a good deal, but that doesn't make it any less so.

The landscapes were in my arms as I did it.

Often, though, the passivity of the woman's role weighs on me, suffocates me. Rather than wait for his pleasure, I would like to take it, to run wild. Is it that which pushes me into lesbianism? It terrifies me. Do women act thus? Does June go to Henry when she wants him? Does she mount him? Does she wait for him? He guides my inexperienced hands. It is like a forest fire, to be with him. New places of my body are aroused and burnt. He is incendiary. I leave him in an unquenchable fever.

Sex is not a mechanical act that fails for lack of technique, and it is not a performance by the male for the audience of the female; it is a continuum of attraction that extends from the simplest conversation and the most innocent touching through the act of coitus.

If two people loved, they slept together; it was a mathematical formula, tested and proved by human experience.

Vittoria slipped off her robe. 'You've never been to bed with a yoga master, have you?

Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me.

Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.

All you have to do is open your heart, just like you opened your legs.

A man never forgets his body the way a woman does, because a man is pushing his body, a part of his body, forward, to make the act of love happen. He brings the jut of his body into the act of love, then takes it back, when it has had its way.

I hope his breath wasn't too bad for 'Bron.'

His mouth is a no-go area. It's like kissing the Berlin Wall.

Yes, I do touch. I believe that everyone needs that

Physical love is unthinkable without violence.

Guys don't get romantically involved." "What do they get?" "Invold, period.

If the guy's a cutie, you've gotta tap that booty.

I felt like if I wasn't sharing myself physically, I would actually get a chance to see the downfalls of my partner. I would be able to minimize my intake of being disappointed.

Forget health clinics and gyms. Sex is the best cure. One good night of sex and your problems are gone.