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Quotes About Ogling

Nïx lay on her side, bending her elbow to casually prop her head in her hand. With a sigh she said, "Bowen, I took you on as my pet project because I like to ogle you. Due to your rowr factor.
~ Kresley Cole
Other males saw Nïx as exceedingly comely; all Bowe saw was a powerful being made mad as a hatter from her foresight. Nïx lay on her side, bending her elbow to casually prop her head in her hand. With a sigh she said, "Bowen, I took you on as my pet project because I like to ogle you. Due to your rowr factor." Her distracted gaze flickered over his face and the bandaged end of his arm. If you're not going to keep yourself up, well--
~ Kresley Cole
She lay on her side, bending her elbow to casually prop her head in her hand. With a sigh she said, "Bowen, I took you on as my pet project because I like to ogle you. Due to your rowr factor." Her distracted gaze flickered over his face and the bandaged end of his arm. "If you're not going to keep yourself up, well—
~ Kresley Cole
I would appreciate it if you would stop… stop… ogling me like that, she hissed, tugging her very modest neckline higher. It is very embarrassing. She folded her arms across her breasts defensively. He tried to look contrite. It wasn't me, he confessed. It was my eyes. They are bold and easily led and have no sense of propriety.
~ Anne Gracie
I'm not ogling him for myself. I'm ogling him for you. It was, after all, your sex life we were discussing. (Selena) Well, my sex life is just hunky-dory, and not the business of the people in this restaurant. (Grace)
~ Sherrilyn Kenyon
faces and faces, served out like soup-plates by scullions; coarse, greedy, casual; looking in at shopwindows with pendent parcels; ogling, brushing, destroying everything, leaving even our love impure, touched now by their dirty fingers.
~ Virginia Woolf
He swims easily to the side of the boat and pulls himself up on the ladder, water droplets clinging to his chest and abs. Still hanging on to the rope, he brings himself effortlessly over the side of the railing and onto the deck. His khaki shorts are completely soaked through, and they hang low and loosely on his hips. I have to force myself, consciously, not to ogle him.
~ Unknown