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You want to know what it feels like when my cock is buried deeply inside of you, after my tongue has tasted every fucking bit of you first,
Consent to petting isn't consent to penetration.
Deeper? Are you trying to bruise her liver?
~Eric
Everyone needs a touch.
You know what intimacy is? It's into-me-you-see.
There was no denying that those brothers had penetration.
Sexual intercourse is a grossly overrated pastime; the position is undignified, the pleasure momentary and the consequences damnable.
Intimacy means "into me see"!
Where's Vivian?" someone called from the hallway. I was pushed closer to the edge, almost caught with my underpants in my mouth and a finger in my ass. Fear buzzed and amplified the pleasure.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
I will find all your spots. Pleasure you until you beg me to possess you. When I finally do, I'll plunge into you hard. Deep.
Obould stuck it in deep, and stuck it hard,
her back and intimately over her bottom,
I'll be gentle." Solemn words that made him want to smile. "I know you're a virgin. Psy don't have sex do they?"
"No." Intimate touch was forbidden in the PsyNet. "But I think I have the concept figured out.
Like a virgin, touched for the very first time.
A woman can do men without penetrating them; they ride them, like I want you to ride me, they suck cazzone like I want your pretty mouth to do right now.
There are cases in which a man would be ashamed not to have been imposed upon. There is a confidence necessary to human intercourse, and without which men are often more injured by their own suspicions than they would be by the perfidy of others.
Sex is essentially deep. We become what we do with our bodies, and there is no deeper act than sex.
Kate was lying under him, spread on the table like a banquet for a starving man. And the scent of her arousal caused his hunger to spike suddenly and sharply from deep inside him. It surged out of him in a wave that overwhelmed him. Journey Into Submission (eXtasy)
Every intimacy carries secreted somewhere below its initial lovely surfaces, the ever-coiled makings of complete catastrophe.
I'm not getting much penetration here!" Gibbs yelled.
"Aim for an open mouth!" Walsh barked. "It's their weakest point! When you empty the cartridge, load armour piercing rounds!"
Alan shouted, "For the record, I'm very uncomfortable firing ballistics inside a space ship!
That was just a hug, and we were fully clothed."
He shot me a weird look, and the flush on his neck got redder.
"I mean
our skin didn't touch,' I hurried on, and now, oh God, I was blushing too.
"So maybe this thing needs skin-on-skin-contact. Or hand-on-hand. Or ...
It's not how deep you go, it's how you go deep.
The lengths I go to just to get between your legs.
He swayed side-to-side, fighting against my compulsion. I smiled sweetly, leaning in and grazing my nail across his cheek. "You understand?" Skin contact made it solid. His shock melted into a gooey grin.
J.M. Friedman. Succubus in Seattle (Kindle Locations 173-175).
A man touched me: his hand ... my thigh. I touched him too: my fist ... his jaw.
When you watch the living force go out of a man's face as you fire your weapon into his unprotected body, it is very personal,
One of the bridges between sexes, to be sure, is sex. But men, too often feeling deficient in discourse, place too much emphasis on intercourse.
Thus, he had thrust his hands and sex into her, ransacked and ravaged her mouth and rear, but condescended only to place his lips upon her fingertips.
I walked in on my folks doing it doggy style less than four hours ago."
"Waitress!" Jonas screamed, clicking his fingers madly. "Bring two!" then, more quietly,"You want a neck massage? A bedtime story? A bullet in the ear?
The secret of toe cleavage, a very important part of the sexuality of the shoe; you must only show the first two cracks.
The history of sex is the history of glimpses: first ankles, then cleavage, then knees. More recently, tattoos, navel rings, tongue studs, underwear ... (p. 92).
I forgot at the time that this inability to penetrate a room is a particular form of hesitation to be associated with persons in whom an extreme egoism is dominant: the acceptance of someone else's place or dwelling possibly implying some distasteful abnegation of the newcomer's rights or position.
One of those largish US women writers on the metaphysics of shagging had declared, as if it were a revelation - and a terrible one - that the sex act inevitably entailed violence on the female. Well, of course it did, you well-meaning, trite, benighted duck.
Real intimacy is a sacred experience. It never exposes its secret trust and belonging to the voyeuristic eye of a neon culture. Real intimacy is of the soul, and the soul is reserved.
hands, making him submit
When a man curls his lip, when he uses ridicule, when he grows angry, you have touched a raw nerve in domination.
I just thought, what if I tried sex without the only part that counted as sex before? I want that. I want to say 'fuck you' to the whole idea, too, that getting penetrated is the point of the deal, like it's not sex if there's not something inside me. I'm inside me. I am." Only
Touch? Other guys? He knew she'd have to, but to hear her say it, to know she'd tried ... A terrible
pressure condensed in his chest cavity and his skull, and then he heard some sort of monster in the room -
Feel a pleasurable superiority, and are full of secret insight and penetration,-it
You love that, don't you?" I growled. "Being hammered by my cock ... you must think you're in ... fucking ... heaven."
Punctuation by cock thrust - the very best kind.
The "down and dirty
I penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals
When you touch me, good God.
his nose in the door and
When you're young, you think that sex is the culmination of intimacy. Later you discover that it's barely the beginning.
Tongue in the throat, cock in the cunt, it's all the same,
Is driving me crazy your idea of seduction?
Liquid heat blasts into me and I can feel it all the way to my navel, feeling him so deep inside me it's almost like he's poking at my heart. He
Penetrate her mind to give birth to her soul
I'm afraid that, in this chapter we must talk about sex in a very explicit manner, because we want to expand the Frontiers of Human Understanding and also we want to sell as many books as possible to adolescent boys.
In the subways, in many of the streets, in corners of the park at night, contact could be dangerous. Contact was not a word or a touch but the air that flashed between strangers.
The thrill of a boy putting his hands on you for the first time.
Intercourse is the organic expression of two psyches, not a mechanical plugging in.
You touch, I kill.
Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she found "Mr. Right."
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.
He slides two fingers in my cunt so slowly, I feel my soul go to heaven.
Where does it hurt?'
'Inside out, doll. And all the way through.
We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.
kissing up, kicking down." Although
A blast of whooshing pleasure swept through me and I fell over the other side, into sweet currents of relaxing little judders. The gentleman pulled away and I lay there still sprawled and used. I didn't care. I'd been indoctrinated in the ways of the flesh and my exposure to it was like a drug.
Sex, a great and mysterious motive force in human life, has indisputably been a subject of absorbing interest to mankind through the ages.
He slid his hands under her butt and she could feel him pressing against her, hot and hard and sleek. And then he thrust inside, deep, fast, burying himself inside her, breaking past whatever trace of innocence she still had remaining.
For many men the moment of violent connection may be the only intimacy, the only attainable closeness, the only space where the agony is released.
How much has to be explored and discarded before reaching the naked flesh of feeling.
smacking his fist into
The many faces of intimacy: the Victorians could experience it through correspondence, but not through cohabitation; contemporary men and women can experience it through fornication, but not through friendship.
The pleasing punishment that women bare....
My mind's monumental, my pen is penetration
That produce words that bleed on the pad like menstruation
The carnal contact side by side, from heel to armpit, brings shudders that shake up nature like the flights of nocturnal birds.
Hello, sex on legs
No act can be quite so intimate as the sexual embrace.
Everything is intimate
Nothing is personal
All sex, and indeed all pleasure, must include a poisonous drop of perversion, of devilish transgression - of evil, even - for it to be worth getting into bed for.
When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.
It'll take more than a tattoo to stop me from getting inside you. Death, maybe.
Sexual intercourse ... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.
Just like real sex, the touching was good, but there came a point in time when a woman needed to be filled - deeply.
Pain gettin' cum spackle out of your pubes once it dries solid, you know.
I love a good massage, and they gotta go deep.
Touching: The Human Significance of the Skin,
Vulgarity begins when imagination succumbs to the explicit.
As I penetrate Clare she looks at me and I think I don't exist and a second later she turns her head and sees me. She cries out, not loudly, and looks back at me, above her, in her. Then she remembers, accepts it, this is pretty strange but it's okay, and in this moment I love her more than life.
Details are always vulgar
When we touch the place in our lives where sexuality and spirituality come together, we touch our wholeness and the fullness of our power, and at the same time our connection with a power larger than ourselves.
V poured himself some Goose and sat down on the bed. The rack was covered with hardened wax, blood, her arousal, and the results of his orgasms. It had been a messy session. But the acceptable ones always were. He
I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power over your voice. It comes straight from you into me. I could stuff my ears and it would find its way into my blood and make it rise.
In unremarkable texts we soon trip on phrases that penetrate into us, as if a sword has thrust up to its hilt inside us.
Sex, like art, can unsettle a soul, can grind a heart in a mortar. Sex, like literature, can sneak the other within one's wall, even if for only a moment, a moment before one immures oneself again.
Now that our sexual experience is increasingly available to us as a subject for contemplation, we have to extend our language to express our new consciousness until we have as many words for sexuality as the Eskimo has for snow, that pervasive, beautiful, and mortal climate in which we all live.
The feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches ...
You held me down and rammed me so hard I deep-throated you from the other end.
Insights into erotic life belong to art, not education. But sometimes these have to be spelled out for the illiterates. And it ismainly a matter of convincing the illiterates, for they are the ones who write the penal code.
Violation is a synonym for intercourse.
An isolated outbreak of virginity is a rash on the face of society. It arouses only pity from the married, and embarrassment from the single.
Theories have been outgrown. The means is disappearing, the reality of the sensation alone remains. It is that in its essence which I wish to put down. It should be a delightful adventure.
Holy shit ... but we were using condoms."
Pink tinged her cheeks. "Not the weekend at the lodge."
He leaned over and lowered his voice. "Yeah, but I pulled out."
Emma cocked her brows. "And you're Mr. Super Potent Sperm, remember?
Encroach, v.
The first three nights we spent together, I couldn't sleep. I wasn't used to your breathing, your feet on my legs, your weight in my bed. In truth, I still sleep better when I'm alone. But now I allow that sleep isn't always the most important thing.
on my rump and pushed me