Top 100 Her Legs Quotes
#1. I don't shave," she interjected, stopping my train of thought again. "You don't shave?" I asked, my eyes traveling to her bare legs. "No." "Ever?" I asked inanely. Her legs had been smooth when I took off her sandal last night. "Yes, ever," Layna answered. "Everywhere?
Libby Austin
#2. Vaida planted her shoulders into the back of her chair and slid her lower body towards the edge of the seat. The fabric of her retracting skirt increased the protrusion of her legs. When she was in position, Vaida made a fine adjustment to achieve the desired view.
Taona Dumisani Chiveneko
#3. She forced herself to stand again, though her legs were no stronger than unbaked dough.
Marissa Meyer
#4. Maybe she would wrap her legs around his waist and fuck him like she'd wanted to the moment she first saw him. But he deserved a good, clean girl.
Pepper Winters
#5. What do you mean, Jesus?' May Roper pulled the crocheted sea a little further up her legs.
'On the drainpipe. I've seen Him with my own eyes.'
'Have you been in the sun again, Brian?'
'Sheila Dakin thinks it's a sign.'
'A sign she's been at the sherry.
Joanna Cannon
#6. Looking puzzled, Rian crossed her legs. "Now that the gates of hell are closed,
Patrick Rothfuss
#7. [She was] sitting across from us, her legs pressed together to one side, like a slash mark. Pretty/professional.
Gillian Flynn
#8. To cherish my purity and set boundaries are, in my opinion, the highest forms of feminism - a woman who saves her body proves she is strong and secure enough to resist the men who seek to claim her, that she's more than what lies between her legs.
Caroline George
#9. You have a lovely castle," she noted, looking around while sitting on a couch and crossing her legs before she tipped her face up to Lucien and asked mock petulantly. "Why don't we have a castle, darling?"
"You want a castle, sweetling, I'll get you a castle," Lucien answered casually.
Kristen Ashley
#10. Prepared to fly, even if she has to loose her legs to do it
Libba Bray
#11. Then she stretches her legs
toward the ceiling,
aiming for the sky
My sister doesn't know
that I've already been there
Kelsey Sutton
#12. There was ... uh, in my book, you know," her legs moved against his and she finished so low he barely heard her, "a really good sex scene.
Kristen Ashley
#13. My gaze dipped and ran over her legs. legs unbelievable long for someone so short ... and those shorts were short. tiny pockets, too.
Yeah, i was not going after those keys
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#14. As long as a woman is mentally open, so are her legs.
S.L. Jennings
#15. Serena had to cross her legs: in moments of dire amusement her bladder tended to play tricks.
A.P.
#16. Arabella dangled her legs out of the bedroom window and closed her eyes. She felt a butterfly brush against her knee, rubbed her skin against the mortar and bricks, drank in the warmth of the morning sunshine on her face, her arms, her feet.
Pauline Fisk
#17. Yes: but aren't love and marriage notoriously synonymous in the minds of most women? Certainly very few men get the first without promising the second: love, that is
if it's just a matter of spreading her legs, almost any woman will do that for nothing.
Truman Capote
#18. Through college she had been a feminist - basically: she shaved her legs, but just not often enough, she liked to say.
Lorrie Moore
#19. He thinks about his teacher in his literary class, he's staring at her legs.
Alice Cooper
#20. It was there that Baron von Schrenck-Notzing, a neurologist, was conducting tests involving intimate scrutiny of Richet's prized subject, the famed medium Eva C, who was thought to issue ectoplasm, the "miracle fluid," from between her legs.
David Jaher
#22. Pemphredo had been about to crawl off, but at that she came back and settled down, brushing off her filthy shorts. Deino crossed her legs. Enyo stopped picking at her fingernails with a knife and put it politely away. I kind of felt like I should be serving tea.
Karen Chance
#23. In the next room a freckly girl Julia's age sat in a wheelchair. One of her legs wasn't there. She'd probably love to have my stammer if she could have her leg back, and I wondered if being happy's about other people's misery.
David Mitchell
#25. After all, Betty was ill and she was her sister, and she wouldn't be able to shave her legs for weeks because of the plaster.
Eva Ibbotson
#26. She looks like a fucking wet dream sitting on that bike. Her legs are covered in tight denim with black boots laced up to mid-calf. She has a leather jacket on and it's zipped up half way, showing off a good amount of cleavage.
Aurora Rose Reynolds
#27. She had only the slimmest notion of what he meant, but his voice made her so horny she could barely keep from squirming, crossing her legs, or hopping about, like a little girl who had to go to the bathroom. On
Tom Robbins
#28. Happily I didn't see her after she'd died, except for her legs, which were visible from the doorway and looked like slender tree limbs wrapped in wrinkled silk. - Chapter 10, pg 124
Arthur Golden
#29. He sat on a kitchen chair and lifted her onto his lap so her legs straddled his, and then he slipped his hands under her skirt and cupped her backside to drag her closer. Oh f**k. Good news and bad news.
The good news was no underwear.
The bad news was no underwear.
Barbara Elsborg
#30. Arianne moved trembling hands over his shoulders, tangling them in his soft, thick hair. "Is this how you dance?" Jagger jerked her closer, thrusting his knee between her legs, forcing her dress to ride dangerously high. "Sweetheart, this is how I fuck.
Sarah Castille
#31. She had made so many calculations, but none involved her legs melting from under her with the instant desire to screw.
Lauren Groff
#32. inside; her body trembling and her legs shaking as
Evelyn Troy
#33. It's a new low for actresses when you have to wonder what is between her ears instead of her legs.
Katharine Hepburn
#34. She doesn't stand up because her legs are too short. She's a very bad figure.
Leo Tolstoy
#35. The dog, who had sounded so ferocious in the winter distances, was a female German Shepherd. She was shivering. Her tail was between her legs. She had been borrowed that morning from a farmer. She had never been to war before. She had no idea what game was being played. Her name was Princess.
Kurt Vonnegut
#36. I love her bare legs from a distance. When she's standing by a pool. When she's facing the water, thinking. Her legs are white as watermelon rind, veined blue from cold. There's that 'H' shape behind her knees. The H trembles softly with the swimming-water cold.
Jaclyn Moriarty
#37. The first thing that came to mind was an angel. Her hair flowing and shiny. Her legs dangling, long and smooth. She looked perfect where she was, like a painting.
And then I remembered that Satan was also an angel.
Penelope Douglas
#38. His jeans, soft against her legs, made her realize that twice tonight they'd done the deed with him more dressed than not. She liked such desperation in a man.
Marilyn Pappano
#39. Like why Lena always thought of Ritz crackers when she shaved her legs. Who knew why? And did it even matter?
Ann Brashares
#40. His hands are caressing her skin, hips, thighs, and ass. One slips between her legs, gently stroking, opening her a little for him, and then he lifts his head and she feels it. His mouth, right there. Blair's eyes fall shut. Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. She
Andrea Simonne
#41. Oh but I want to be a bee frightfully,' wailed Kezia... A tiny bee, all yellow-furry, with striped legs. She drew her legs up under her and leaned over the table. She felt she was a bee.
Katherine Mansfield
#42. Seduced her? Every time I turned round she was up a library ladder. In the end I gave in. That reminds me - I spotted something between her legs that made me think of you.
Tom Stoppard
#43. Her honey-blonde hair is strewn across her face as she sways her head. She's working a red sequined bikini separated by a tan, flat stomach, and a butterfly tattoo resting on her left hip. Her legs are clad in black fishnets that run into a pair of white-heeled boots - still a knockout.
Kevin James Moore
#44. He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.
May Sarton
#45. There seemed no motion, no rhythm, in all the world, but that which I had set up, between her legs, with one wet fingertip.
Sarah Waters
#46. But soon I loved her completely and wished to possess her, own her, absorb her, eat her. I wanted her in my arms and in my bed, I longed she would open her legs to me
Ian McEwan
#47. He brought his lips and hot breath close to her ear. "And once I have you bound and helpless, how should I take you? Missionary? From behind? Against the wall?" He pulled back to face her. "Or all ways?"
She inched her legs further apart, and nodded.
Elizabeth SaFleur
#48. I've been waiting for you for a very long time." I raised her off my shoulders, lowered her to me, and guided her legs around my waist. "Why did you take so long to come to me?"
"If I knew you were here, I would've come so much sooner.
Kenya Wright
#49. Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.
Jethro Tull
#50. Julia smiled as if he'd given her a present and eagerly sat in it, pulling her legs under herself and curling up like a kitten. Gabriel could swear that he heard her purring. He smiled at the sight of her, momentarily relaxed and almost happy over such a trivial event.
Sylvain Reynard
#51. Of course she is. Because she's eight kinds of wonderful, and that's just her legs." Jeb furrows his brow. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Taelor has all the diplomacy of a black widow spider. Garnet's her birthstone. You're wearing her birthday on your lip. Talk about spinning you up in her web.
A.G. Howard
#52. He lay between her legs, propped himself on his elbows, and gazed at the sunset in her eyes. "I want to remember this moment," he said huskily.
Tracy March
#53. Dr Rahmat thrust his hand between her legs, tried to kiss her and suggested that there was time for a quick one.'
'Meaning sexual intercourse?' Sir Hector was clearly not about to take the view that my client was offering his patient a small sherry.
John Mortimer
#54. The easiest way to keep a woman over your shoulder is with a hand on her ass, and the other between her legs.
Cherise Sinclair
#55. Mom had considered Cath a bit of a hoochie, but the truth was that Cath always opened her heart when she opened her legs.
Ruthie Knox
#56. When Alaska Young is sitting with her legs crossed in a brittle, periodically green clover patch leaning forward in search of four-leaf clovers, the pale skin of her sizable cleavage clearly visible, it is a plain fact of human physiology that it becomes impossible to join in her clover search.
John Green
#57. He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her legs. Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth ... His fingers slid over her core. Pushed inside her sex. So wet. So hot. She clamped down on him and held tight.
Cynthia Eden
#58. She looks so comfortable in my space. Like she belongs here. I feel my chest warm, and I almost want to laugh. I've caught a fairy.
"What's with that smirk?" she asks and crosses her legs.
"Just wondering if this is what Peter Pan felt like," I mumble.
Alexa Riley
#59. The word "open" and the expression "opening her legs" were, on her lover's lips, charged with such uneasiness and power that she could never hear them without experiencing a kind of internal prostration, a sacred submission, as though a god, and not he, had spoken to her.
Pauline Reage
#60. A giraffe is so much a lady that one refrains from thinking of her legs, but remembers her as floating over the plains in long garb, draperies of morning mist her mirage.
Isak Dinesen
#61. cell phone. He gave her more water, told her to drink it slowly, then began leading her back the way they had come; her legs were
Elizabeth Strout
#62. As she followed her dog through the side roads back towards Darkshines, her thick boots started to feel leaden, her legs prickly and sore; the pavement was on fire, intent on burning her to ash, just as the deep night sky above looked to wrap itself around her and take her away.
Russell Mardell
#63. She covered her body with a feather, reached under her legs, and threw her panties into the audience. A flying herpes rag. A hipster with mutton-chop sideburns caught it. He crumpled it in his fist and thrust it into the air excitedly. His little venereal prize. A
Neil Strauss
#64. Shock stung her into a quivering mass of pleasure when he captured one of her hands and fed it down to the velvet-smooth thickness of his penis, then urged her to stroke it between her legs.
Michelle Reid
#65. Is she serious? Find my passion? It's like she's got a copy of therapist Mad Libs attached to that clipboard of hers. "I am incapable of passion," I say. "Nobody is incapable of passion, Aubrey." She crosses her legs and leans forward into her knees.
Charlee Fam
#66. Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breasts that I would try to touch her between her legs, a gesture that had a sort of self-parodying wit about it: it was like trying to borrow a fiver, getting turned down, and asking to borrow fifty quid instead. These
Nick Hornby
#67. Sorry to make you wait!" Safi roared over the rapid four-beat race. Her legs were bared, her silk gown shredded, and she clutched a pitchfork to her stomach. "And sorry for the trouble on my ass!
Susan Dennard
#68. Nan, I'm cursed."
"Yeah, I know. We all are." Nan kicked her legs back and forth and grabbed a magazine from Mina's nightstand. "It's called being a teenager.
Chanda Hahn
#69. Heels on or off?" she asked as she locked her legs behind his back.
"Don't care.
Savannah Stuart
#70. And she's feeling like her worth is between her legs.
Ja Rule
#71. A Vampire!" I stammered. Then I noticed her legs. Below the cheerleader skirt, her left leg was brown and shaggy with a donkey's hoof. Her right leg was shaped like a human leg was it was made of bronze. "Uhh, a vampire with-"
"Don't mention the legs!" Tammi snapped. "It's rude to make fun.
Rick Riordan
#72. She had a dream about a tattoo. This was a pleasant dream. She was walking away and she had the most beautiful tattoo. It covered her shoulders, her back, the back of her legs. It was unspeakably fine.
Joy Williams
#73. There are definite advantages to single beds." He sat up abruptly and arranged her legs around his waist. "Makes cuddling mandatory.
Cindy Gerard
#74. I study my daughter's sleeping face. She curves her body the way I do when I sleep and draws her knees up close to her chest. She stretches her legs and her eyes flutter open as if to look at me, but then she closes them again. I hope she dreams in colour.
Wame Molefhe
#75. And that's the insult of it, how always it comes back to a woman being a "good" mother in the world's eyes or a "bad" mother, how everything in a woman's life is funneled through her body between her legs.
Joyce Carol Oates
#76. Theo looked at me with his smoldering Jesus eyes, and the Catholic schoolgirl in me crossed her legs.
Gabrielle Zevin
#77. I want you to grab hold of the brass spindles and don't let go." When she did as he required, he spread her legs wider. "Hold tight, baby. This is going to feel so good.
Maggie Adams
#78. I try to do something the audience might not have seen before. Like if I'm gonna kiss a girl I wanna kiss her like a girl has never been kissed. Like maybe I would kick her legs out from under her and catch her right before she hits the ground and then kiss her.
Jim Carrey
#79. There's ache in her arms and ache in her legs and heart. But on her face is the beauty of the morning.
Markus Zusak
#80. He didn't answer. Instead he cupped her face in his hands and drew her towards him. Then he kissed her lightly on the lips. Oh god, she wanted his head between her legs and she wanted it now.
Sue Margolis
#81. Life has played her like a cat weaving between her legs, pretending to be tame, friendly, before sinking its claws into soft, vulnerable flesh.
Wendy James
#82. Sex always has consequences. When Hitler's mother spread her legs that night, she effectively canceled out the spreading of fifteen to twenty million other pairs of legs.
George Carlin
#83. Don't save it till the night before," she said, sitting on her desk and swinging her legs. "It will read like you wrote it the night before. I'm not interested in steam of consciousness.
Rainbow Rowell
#84. From the corners of her mouth, thick yellow goo bubbles. It matches the mess between Vesper's fingers, the slime on her chin, on her legs, the blobs that randomly pepper things, the blast radius massive, confounding
Peter Newman
#85. Setting aside her needlework, Miss Peregrine rose and hobbled to the window. Her gait was rigid and awkward, as if one of her legs were shorter than the other.
Ransom Riggs
#86. I got lost somehow, began staring up her legs. I was always a leg man. It was the first thing I saw when I was born. But then I was trying to get out. Ever since I have been working in the other direction and with pretty lousy luck.
Charles Bukowski
#87. You've got sunscreen on, right?" ...
"You didn't get your back," Zane said, picking up a bottle of sunscreen and pouring some onto his hand.
Her legs almost gave out and her heart pounded in her ears. Zane Hollander was about to go where no man had gone before and lotion her back.
Robin Bielman
#88. You can only ignore the call so many times before you know it's time to go.
Life is spreading her legs for me.
I'm going in.
Karina Halle
#89. The first time that she spread her legs for him it had been like opening her jaws for the dentist.
Tom Robbins
#90. she wound her hands through his hair and cradled his head against her while his merciless tongue of fire flicked against the wild pulse between her legs. "Kieran,
Madeline Martin
#91. They seemed to fall forever. Geryon retained an iron-edged grip on the trembling Kadence, her hair whipping around them like angry silk ribbons. She didn't scream something he'd expected, but she did turn and wind her legs around him, something he had not.
Gena Showalter
#92. His cock was rock-hard against her thigh. Her legs fell open in wanton invitation. "Please," she begged.
Claire Thompson
#93. Happiness is the twinkle in your grandmother's eye as you reverse the tractor off her legs.
Hugh Laurie
#94. Could she kiss him? Would he allow her that? Was that something he could pretend was nothing? What about making love? Could she just open up her legs and pull him inside her and have him all she wanted and later give her assent that it was nothing?
Ann Brashares
#95. A sparrow lay dead on the backseat. She had found her way through a hole in the windscreen, tempted by some seat-sponge for her nest. She never found her way out. No one noticed her panicked car-window appeals. She died on the backseat, with her legs in the air. Like a joke.
Arundhati Roy
#96. It was still years before Desdemona, cutting cucumbers, would lean against the corner of the kitchen table and, without realizing it, would lean in a little harder, and after that would find herself taking up that position every day, the table corner snug between her legs.
Jeffrey Eugenides
#97. Leslie Ann was now modeling a conservative thunderstorm gray business suit/dress with lightning flashes streaking down her legs, and 1G rain splashing her silvery galoshes.
@hg47
#98. She rearranged her legs again. If she kept doing that, it was possible that I might begin to bugle like a stallion. Which would not be dignified.
Robert B. Parker
#99. A girl is grown up when she stops counting on her fingers and starts counting on her legs.
Irv Kupcinet
#100. She turns her back to us, starting up the stairs slowly, her legs shaking with every step.
I think she forgot to put her skeleton in, says Margot.
Claire King
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