Books On Intimacy Novels & Stories

I was wrong “Not tonight, Dominic.” The first excuse came gently. It was understandable. Then again. “I’m exhausted.” And another. “I’ve been with the baby all day.” Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. Months into years. Sex became a struggle. It barely happened and when it did, it was no more than an unpleasant chore. Eventually, intimacy stopped altogether. Resentment and manipulation took its place. “You only think about yourself,” Victoria snapped one evening. I stood there confused. “All I did was ask if we could spend time together.”

“Isn’t that what it is?” “No!” I stood, stopped right in front of him. “Intimacy is so much more. It’s knowing each other’s fears, struggles, limits, respecting them, yes, but also understanding them, learning from them, and pushing past them… together.” “So if I sleep next to you, share a room, we’re suddenly intimate enough as a couple?” Sarcasm dripped. “Did you hear a single word I said?” “Yes. Every one. And it’s not happening. You want to be with me? This is how it is.”

“I know you’re thinking about it. I can see you fidgeting.” We stop in front of a door, and Kris unlocks it, holding it open for me. “And all this is not just about sex. I mean, for me. Intimacy is more than that.” Before I think of a reply, I am already well inside his room, and Kris has taken off all of his clothing, leaving just boxershorts. And might I say he has a breathtaking body? Right, lot of things are taking my breath away today. But let’s just give the boys their flowers.

“We have a long year ahead of us, Maya. Why don’t we try to build on friendship? It will be better for appearances and for us.” “What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms.

"Darius and I had one of those before little Sammy was born and it was the best. It is really important to reconnect with your partner sexually before your child is born because trust me, once he's here, you won't have the energy for more than passing out next to one another." The women all decide to make our first stop at a high-end intimacy boutique. "We can all get something nice to enjoy with our lovers and husbands." I don't want to go in. I don't need to watch Angelica purchase lingerie and sex toys for a honeymoon for her and Atlas. Yet despite my loudest protests, I find myself walking past an embarrassing display of vibrators and lube. "Oh Clark is going to love this one," Angelica

she reminded him, “we are supposed to have dinner tonight at my place.” “I haven’t forgotten. And I know what a big step that was for you to take.” “Kind of pales in comparison to last night, I’d say.” He pondered that a moment as he pulled crispy bacon out of the pan, setting it down on paper towels to drain a bit. “You know what? I don’t agree. Here’s why.” He paused as he made sure the waffle maker was heated up and ready to go. “I think that a lot of times, physical intimacy is easier than emotional intimacy. It’s harder to trust than it is to roll around naked with someone new, since just rolling around usually can’t cause as much hurt as trusting can.”

And I knew that I was in so much trouble. Because this wasn’t just sex anymore. This was intimacy. The kind that burrowed under your skin and made a home there. The kind that destroyed you when it ended. And it would end.

I asked, blinking at her. “I do not know, it is a new book I found in an app,” she paused, then looked at me again. “So can we?” “Baby, you don’t understand. Sex is an act of intimacy that cannot be done with just anyone, especially for you since you're still a virgin. It’s supposed to be out of love and not on impulse,” I told her, standing up. Never in my life had I thought I would be having this kind of conversation with my wife.

My mother was quiet for a moment, turning her tea slowly, the same gesture I'd watched her make in countless conversations across my whole life. "I want to tell you something," she said, finally. "About your father and me, since you've been so honest with me today." I waited, giving her the space the moment seemed to require. "When I met your father," she said, "I could read him perfectly, the way I can read most people. And for a long time, I thought that was the foundation of a good partnership — complete access, nothing hidden, every state visible to me whenever I wanted it. It took me years to understand that complete access isn't the same as genuine intimacy. Sometimes it's the opposite

Out of the corner of her eyes, Janet could see Professor Lance sitting on the other side of the bed, stroking his d**k. Janet shut her eyes, trying to clear her mind that was becoming muddled with lust and sex. Everything about this was so wrong, yet her body was reacting to her every touch. Maria pressed her soft lips on hers and toyed with the buttons of Janet's manhandled shirt, pulling it off completely. Janet's p***y clenched as Maria began to kiss down her chest. Finally coming to a resolve internally, Janet pushed her hand through Maria's hair, pulling her closer to her. Janet took both her hands and placed them on her breasts, letting her squeeze them. God, it felt so good.