Quotes About Kissed

She was bewitching. Even now when she conceded little more than she had when he'd kissed her last night. She quivered under his hands. He still wasn't sure whether she was excited or frightened. He'd read both curiosity and dread in her pansy eyes. Her thick tortoiseshell hair tickled his fingers. After her wild ride, she looked enchantingly disheveled. It made him contemplate other wild rides he'd like to take with her.

And getting licked by someone furry wasn't threatening but being kissed by the non furred male was, which made sense when the furry and non furred were the same person. Wolf.

I've got one more record. - Have you heard So Long, Letty? I suppose you have.' 'Honestly, you don't understand - I haven't heard a thing.' Nor known, nor smelt, nor tasted he might have added; only hot cheeked girls in hot secret rooms. The young maidens he had known at New Haven in 1914 kissed men saying 'There!' hands at the man's chest to push him away. Now there was this scarcely saved waif of disaster bringing him the essence of a continent...

She had been kissed once and made love to six times.

He desired her and, so far as her virginal emotions went, she contemplated a surrender with equanimity. Yet she knew she would forget him half an hour after she left him - like an actor kissed in a picture.

kissed her curious and lovely mouth. She had caught a cold, and it made her voice huskier and more charming than ever, and Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of

None of the Victorian mothers--and most of the mothers were Victorian--had any idea how casually their daughters were accustomed to be kissed.

The god is dead whose cult was to be kissed!

They looked like frogs who'd been kissed and kissed roughly, yet stayed frogs.

They kissed. They wanted to do more but couldn't. Samuel wanted it to be special. He was aware that it should be perfect. Lindsey just wanted to get it over with. Have it behind her so she could achieve adulthood—transcend the place and the time. She thought of sex as the Star Trek transport. You vaporized and found yourself navigating another planet within the second or two it took to realign.

I had kissed an unimportant boy or three by now.

He came to Jesus, and said, Hail, Master; and kissed him.

Even at midnight the sun was still bright, All because you kissed me goodnight!

She should have known! Beneath his polished exterior lurked the heart of a rogue. His slow-growing smile was utterly wicked. I forget nothing, my dear Fionna. In fact, quite the opposite. I know precisely what I did, what we did. We kissed. No more. Indeed, I believe you should be aware I exercised a great deal of restraint, for it was but a hint of all I long for-

And then she did something completely unexpected. Having spent the last five minutes complaining about him, and not believing anything that he told her, she came over and hugged him, and kissed his hair.

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.

And she didn't want to escape. She wanted to be kissed in the sunlight by a gorgeous man. She just wanted some other man, not this complicated creature who had more secrets than she could even begin to imagine. But it didn't matter what her brain wanted. Her body, her mouth, her soul wanted him, and she heard a quiet little sound of desire and knew that it had come from her.

I can see her struggling to make what she considers courtly banter, but if she's ever been kissed before, I'll eat my hat. I'll eat your hat, which has more lace on it.

Such cool courtesy, Alicia!' Jean-Marc drawled with soft mockery. "Where is the Snow Queen now?' 'Marshalling her forces!' she snapped. 'Have I scattered them, cherie?' he murmured. 'No, you have not!' she said angrily. 'I just didn't expect to have to fight when I arrived here! This is a romantic weekend for me!' "Not any more,' he drawled. "From the minute I kissed you this afternoon, it became war. Our war, Alicia. Our private war..." -JeanMark & Alicia

Now she realized she had never been kissed before. Not really. Not like this. Ah, never like this.

It was not the first time she'd been kissed, yet it was.

It was an earthquake, tearing at the sons of America, trying to swallow them up. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful sons, that women had reared, had kissed and screamed at, and that fathers had stared intently in their cots, to see themselves in the wondrous mirrors of their babies.

I've been kissed Slade. I'm a virgin, not a nun.