Italian Men Quotes

“[Italy is] A country where there is a longstanding tradition of men as stalkers and women as prey - probably willing, but prey all the same.”
― Sari Gilbert, My Home Sweet Rome: Living (and loving) in Italy's Eternal City

“He’s forbidden fruit in hot brooding Italian man form, and just like Eve before me, I can’t resist taking a bite or two.”
― Seanan McGuire, Midnight Blue-Light Special

“I discovered right away at the airport that Italian men were way too attentive.”
― Glenda Helms, Letters Home: The Story of an Air Force Wife

“...here, just as everywhere else, many men are far from skilled Latin lovers that legend would have them. ... In some ways, of course, Italian men are different and in my opinion got - and deserve - their reputation because of their extreme warmth, actively affectionate nature and sentimental romanticism, not necessarily because of their sexual bravura. ... They also appear to be less “generous” than men from some other countries. ... Italian men love being on the receiving end of oral sex but generally shy away from giving it. “Oh, there are a few older guys who like it,” says one male friend, “but most men think it’s kind of icky.”
― Sari Gilbert, My Home Sweet Rome: Living (and loving) in Italy's Eternal City

“could it be that they [Italian men] care more about romance than sex, especially when they are on the receiving end? ... ...I was on the lookout for some good sex, an attitude that led colleagues with whom I then shared an office, Federico and Gerardo, to say that I was “the only maschio in the room”. Both claimed that they only care about sex and want it when they are in love.”
― Sari Gilbert, My Home Sweet Rome: Living (and loving) in Italy's Eternal City

“Can confirm, I said, Italian men make the best lovers.
Details, girl, she replied, with a flame emoji.
Walking to the kitchen for coffee, I eyed the countertop and flushed; last night, Enzo and I had frantically pushed everything one side. I could make out the outline of a handprint, still visible on the glossy marble countertop. Then I glanced out at the terrace, the railing bright white in the morning sun, remembering how I'd clutched it last night, Enzo's hot breath on the back of my neck.
He's very adventurous, I texted back. If there's a solid surface in this place, I think we christened it.
Three little dots as Mal typed her reply. That's my kind of sex.
I laughed. Before last night, I'd never had sex on a kitchen counter or a terrace partially within view of an entire village. And yet, I'd loved every second of it. I hadn't been worried about breaking rules or being seen. I craved him so bad--- even now, making coffee in the kitchen--- that I thought I might ignite. I think it's my kind of sex now, too, I replied.”
― Sarah Penner, The Amalfi Curse