Her Wet Quotes

#1. The colours of the glass throw blue and green onto her wet cheeks. The sea wind picks up her hair violet electrics snap and sparkle between the strands.

Catherynne M Valente

#2. Yenrieth wanted to lick her dry.
Then lick her wet.

Larissa Ione

#3. I remember every good thing about you. Every sweet and perfect thing. And nothing else." He touched her chin, tipped it up to look into her wet brown eyes. Even smudged, they were gorgeous. The dawning light in them filled his heart, and healed it. "Nothing else.

V.S. Carnes

#4. Lifting his head, he whispered against her wet, throbbing lips, "Too much?"
Wasn't that sweet,
Consider even.
But oh, hell no.
She gasped, "Not enough.

Thea Harrison

#5. She moved her hips, his manhood sliding between her wet thighs, rekindling the hot craving at her very core. "How can I bring you pleasure?

Amy Jarecki

#6. I'd never touch you in any way other than to make you come." Ah, fuck. This man was going to need a muzzle. How was she going to keep her girl parts dry if he continued to remind her about making her wet? "You

Milly Taiden

#7. Damnit.' Isabelle, standing in the mouth of the alley, her wet black hair like a cloak around her shoulders, kicked a trash can out of her way and glowered. 'Oh, for goodness's sake,' she said. 'I can't believe you two. Why? What's wrong with bedrooms? And pivacy?

Cassandra Clare

#8. Molly, at the rail, her wet hair matted down, her dress torn, watching Peter intently until she knew he saw her, then mouthing something ... Fly, she was saying, Fly.
"I CAN'T," Peter shouted moving his arms helplessly. "I CAN'T, MOLLY!

Dave Barry

#9. I lean back. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" she asks, innocently batting her eyelashes against the hot sun beaming down on us.
Is she kidding me?
"Where's you toungue?" I ask stupidly.
Her wet little eyebrows furrow. "In my mouth. Why, where's it supposed to be?

Simone Elkeles

#10. He was going to take a dive into this lake. He just didn't know it. Cerise rose, finding footing in the soft mud. The water came up to just below her breasts and her wet shirt stuck to her body. William's gaze snagged on her chest. Yep, keep looking, Lord Bill. Keeeeeep looking.

Ilona Andrews

#11. Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise.

Sarah Miller

#12. That's the thing, darling. We want more than just tonight. He twined his fingers into her wet hair and yanked her down for a kiss. A whimper sounded at the back of her throat. His kiss was pure dominance. Possessive. Aggressive. And with enough fire to brand her lips as his own.

Milly Taiden

#13. /Why do you insist on taking the scooter if you know you're not going to want to use it?'The child spoke with her wet lips brushing the flesh of her mother's ear: 'I don't know what I'm going to want until when I want it.

Zadie Smith

#14. Please, Deacon," she begged. "Come inside me. Fuck me. Please." "There's nowhere in the world I'd rather be," he whispered against her wet nipple. "God, Mackenzie, I think you own me, Darlin'.

Laura Wright

#15. His long fingers curled around the back of her lace thong, pulling the material taut against her wet fold. "I'm a big guy, and you know I always deliver.

Avery Flynn

#16. It was the first genuinely shining day of summer, a time of year which brought Eleanor always to aching memories of her early childhood, when it seemed to be summer all the time; she could not remember a winter before father's death on a cold wet day.

Shirley Jackson

#17. She sensed it, saw my eyes wet with tears, and only then must have discovered I was no longer the man I had been, and I endured her glance with a courage I never thought I had.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#18. In 1990, when I had just arrived in New York City as a wet-behind-the-ears 20-something girl from Arizona, I spent a year or more working as the personal secretary and secret ghostwriter to an American-born countess in her apartment on the Upper East Side.

Kate Christensen

#19. I was just thinking of bunding up Cecily and feeding her to the ducks in Hyde Park, said Will, pushing his wet hair back and favoring Jem with a rare smile.

Cassandra Clare

#20. Does it hurt now?" he asked, his tone rough and seductive.
"No." She shook her head again and sighed, trying to pretend his touch didn't make her uncomfortably wet.
He grinned. "So...what's with the heavy breathing?

Eden Summers

#21. She was wet for him. Ready. This is a mistake. Julia raked her nails down his back.

"Fuck, you feel good."

This is the best idea I've ever had.

Eve Dangerfield

#22. The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. "Your face is wet," he said worriedly. "I hope that's spray. If you've become human enough to cry, then no magic in the world - oh, it must be spray. Come with me. It had better be spray.

Peter S. Beagle

#23. A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in the mountains. She put her head down in her arms and cried, and her cheeks were salt and wet. She cried for the waste of her years in bondage to a useless evil. She wept in pain, because she was free.

Ursula K. Le Guin

#24. She should have looked ridiculous, standing there wet and bedraggled in her silly underwear, but she looked magnificent. Like some kind of mythical goddess rising from the mists of time.
Statuesque, utterly feminine. Breathtaking.

Sarah Mayberry

#25. I dated one of the guys."
Surprised, Paul raised a brow...
"If you had been around and wearing your wet suit, I probably wouldn't have dated him."
He smiled a little at her comment. He knew for certain she wouldn't have dated the guy, wet suit or no, if Paul had been around.

Terry Spear

#26. You dress her in a wet T-shirt and make her carry the bags? Damn, Cade, I like how you roll - Rok

Kresley Cole

#27. Oh yes! Smell how much I need you!" Taylor's hips bucked over and over, desperately searching for a part of their bodies to wet with her cream.

Lola Newmar

#28. ... leaning with her back bowed into the back of the chair, her head hanging down and her hands in her lap, very miserable as she would say herself, not even knowing what she would like, except to go out and get very wet, catch a particularly nice cold and have to go to bed and take gruel.

George MacDonald

#29. When I was a kid, I had THE biggest crush on Helen Reddy. I mean like for REAL crush - like 'spend some time in the bathroom thinking about her' crush. I blme Pete's Dragon. There she was - flushed, singing, clas in a tight wet plaid shirt. Judas Priest she was fabulous.

Corey Taylor

#30. Don't go."
"I have to." A regretful sigh. "And it's best if you don't remember any mermen." He tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear. His voice stroked her skin like velvet. "Forget me."
And she did.

Nicole Luiken

#31. Beth's fingers trembled in his hair, and her forehead dropped against his. A heavy, wet tear fell onto Lincoln's lips, and he licked it. He pulled her close, as close as he could. Like he didn't care for the moment whether she could breathe. Like there were two of them and only one parachute.

Rainbow Rowell

#32. We're all toys." Ophelia sat down in a huff. "Broken and misused and thrown away." Ophelia looked to him. Her eyes were big, wet, and clear like river water. In that stare her soul shone as the diamond bright sky. "May as well play for a little while.

Eva Natsumi

#33. He was cold and wet, but somehow he barely felt it. He kept remembering Rose snuggled against his chest, the feel of her body in his arms. He closed his eyes as he recalled the way she had looked at him, the way she said I love you.

Melanie Dickerson

#34. Blue was standing over her, shaking out his wet hair like an annoying blue dog. Beads of water clung to the muscle of his chest. He was wiry, not buff like Henley, but his body made up for size with definition.
Nothing could make up for his personality.
"Stop dripping on me," Mira snapped.

Sarah Cross

#35. ...I lived for those long casual walks down the beach and the sight of her small footprints in the glistening wet sand...

Pat Conroy

#36. Hold fast," he called. "Tell me your names, and your stations."
"I am the Lady Door," said Door. "I am Portico's daughter, of the House of the Arch."
"I am Hunter. I am her bodyguard."
"Richard Mayhew," said Richard. "Wet.

Neil Gaiman

#37. Eugenia's mouth formed an O shape, her eyes wide and a little wet.
Now I had not only told her Santa wasn't real, I'd told her the Easter Bunny went on killing sprees to eat the children who didn't find his eggs.

Sierra Dean

#38. And the Top spoke no more of his old love; for that dies away when the beloved objects has lain for five years in a roof gutter and got wet through; yes, one does not know her again when one meets her in the dust box.

Hans Christian Andersen

#39. She would not have another man push her aside like some appetizer, there to wet his whistle only to be left once the main dish arrived.

No more. She pushed her thumb into his throat a little harder.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

#40. Taking my drink, I moved around the bar to her. Her smile was a little crooked as I sat down. I guessed it had been a wet night for platinum blondes.

Michael McCretton

#41. My youngest daughter sings. She's going to be very good. She's graduated from Music School and she's been working down around and getting her feet wet, you know. I had her out with me for a year just showing her the ropes a little bit, but she's going to be all right.

Billy Eckstine

#42. His fingers fucked her slowly as he lowered his head and purred."Oh,so beautiful.So pink.Every inch of you cries for me.Eating your sweet pussy makes my cock cry too."
He covered her clit with his mouth and drew the bud into his wet heat,suckling it as he'd suckled her swollen tit.

Laura Wright

#43. He continued holding her but slid her soft frame down his body until her lips were even with his. She wound her hands through his hair, her hot mouth tasting his as their breaths mingled. Much hotter breath blew on his cheek, followed by a knicker and a wet nose.

Abigail Sharpe

#44. 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

#45. The kiss was hot and wet and deep and amazing, and by the time he lifted his head from hers, she could hardly remember her point, much less her name.

Jill Shalvis

#46. His knee pressed between her thighs, bunching the linen against her woman's place, spreading her and rubbing into her folds.
She found herself undulating against that knee, pleasuring herself with his hard, hot, wet body.

Elizabeth Hoyt

#47. I had played all my angles, tossed my heart with a wet rattling thump onto her snare drum, I Love You I Love You I Love You.

Michelle Tea

#48. With two hours until her mother picked her up, Janey was alone, woozy and heart-swollen in the downtown, wandering wet streets that gleamed as you would have them gleam in the sweet summer film of your life.

Wells Tower

#49. lip. She jammed her hands in his wet hair as Lucas spun, setting

Terri Osburn

#50. At home, my mother dabbed at her brow with a wet flannel she kept in the fridge for that purpose.

Peter Goldsworthy

#51. The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.

John Heywood

#52. Men say," Liz reaches for her scissors, "'I can't endure it when women cry'
just as people say, 'I can't endure this wet weather.' As if it were nothing to do with the men at all, the crying. Just one of those things that happen.

Hilary Mantel

#53. She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#54. Her body may have been wrought with diamonds, but her soul within will be a soft mollusk thing, wet and shrinking ... and easily pushed aside.

Laini Taylor

#55. I touch her again, another teasing press of my fingers to her pussy. She's so soft and wet. I want to put my mouth on her. Suck her. Bite her. Lick her. Fuck her with my tongue. Fuck her with my fingers.

Monica Murphy

#56. His pride demanded he make her pay, make her weak for him, make her beg shamelessly for a mere touch. He wanted her hot and soaking wet, bearing the mark of his whip - no, his cane. He wanted to hear her call him her Master.

April Vine

#57. He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise.

Edith Wharton

#58. Filth!' Ignatious shouted, spewing wet popcorn over rows. 'How dare she pretend to be a virgin. Look at her degenerate face. Rape her!

John Kennedy Toole

#59. Well, she had had the most wonderful summer; she had got that anyhow tucked away up the sleeve of her memory, and could bring it out and look at it when the days were wet and she felt cold and sick.

Elizabeth Von Arnim

#60. Echo turned and her smoldering emerald eyes drifted to my bare chest. She licked her lips. "You 're still wet."
She wanted me-just not as badly as every throbbing muscle in my body wanted her.

Katie McGarry

#61. Mind-mother in Eddie's head spoke up at once, her voice as stern and commanding as the voice of a traffic cop: Don't you dare do it, Eddie! Don't you dare! Wet feet, that's one way - one of the thousands of ways - that colds start,

Stephen King

#62. Finally, she took him in, all wet and sexy beneath her.
Every breath and groan echoed over the water. She alternated her gaze from the stars in heaven to the rock star that was currently her heaven.

Lisa Gillis

#63. Her eyes scanned the dark skies. "Did it rain? Why are you all wet?"
"A nighttime bath."
"Fully dressed?"
"I'm modest.

Jennifer A. Nielsen

#64. 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

#65. You would abandon Tommen." "Tommen has his mother." Ser Kevan's green eyes met her own, unblinking. A last drop of wine trembled wet and red beneath his chin, and finally fell. "Aye," he added softly, after a pause, "and his father too, I think.

George R R Martin

#66. I didn't mean it' he said again. She tried to smile, but had to sniff instead. Her face was wet, and her nose was running. He thought she looked beautiful.

Brock Cole

#67. Finley?" His voice was weak, but there was no mistaking it.
"Griffin?" Joy skipped in her chest. "You're awake."
His forehead wrinkled, and his eyelashes fluttered. "Are you crying? My face is wet."
"Of course not," she lied. "Sam was here before me. It must have been him.

Kady Cross

#68. Struck in the wet mire
Four thousand leagues from the ninth buried city
I thought of Troy, what we had built her for.

Allen Tate

#69. And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and miller's stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears.

Catherynne M Valente

#70. 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

#71. That night she dreamed of the deer. Strangely, the animal was holding her. She cuddled close into the soft fur and touched and kissed it gently. In the morning her pillow was wet with tears.

Julie Andrews Edwards

#72. I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn;t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.

Richelle Mead

#73. In a sudden inspiration, Florentino Ariza opened a can of red paint that was within reach of the bunk, wet his index finger, and painted the pubis of the beautiful pigeon fancier with an arrow of blood pointing south, and on her belly the words: This pussy is mine.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#74. Dieting is long-haul. Many rapid weight loss programs actually only squeeze the water out of you. Just like a wet sponge. But a good dieter maintains his or her grip on that sponge, not letting it soak up water again.

Owen Jones

#75. Abby was laughing and panting for breath, her eyes bright, her face beaming under the sun. She spilled across the shore at my feet, her blond hair tangled and wet, clothes stuck to her body. She was the sexiest mermaid I'd ever seen.

Ophelia London

#76. You shouldn't kiss me like that unless it means something to you." Max's lip trembled beneath her thumb. A deep groan rose from his chest. And then he was pushing to his feet, pulling her with him. His mouth covered hers, hot and wet and full of a driving need she answered kiss for kiss.

Julie Miller

#77. She'd never been any kind of camper, never had been good at relieving a full bladder on a whim. Never had quite figured out that squat; it seemed like she'd always wet her right foot.

Robyn Carr

#78. She re-read his email four times, feeling offended and breathless, like he had casually grabbed her head and stuffed it into a pile of wet leaves.

Molly Ringle

#79. Or if I truly gave up I could be like Wet Lindsay. When Robbie dumped her she got all pale and even wetter than normal. She was like an anoraksick. (A person who is both very thin and wears tragic anoraks.) I just made that up as a joke. Even though I am very upset I can still think of a joke.

Louise Rennison

#80. You do things just to irritate me, don't you?"
Smiling, enjoying himself immensely, and determined to give her a wonderful and relaxing weekend, Van pushed Irene's wet hair from her face. "Don't be silly, doc." He kissed her lips, nuzzled her chin. "Of course I do things just to irritate you.

Shelly Laurenston

#81. Oh, no, nothing. It's just - " He sounded embarrassed. "Your lips are really goopy. And wet. Like a glazed ham." Lex exhaled, relieved. True, her boyfriend had just compared her to a pork product, but it was a lot better than the alternative. "I know, it's disgusting.

Gina Damico

#82. Conall checked his watch. Again. Soon his personal wet fantasy would be here. He wondered if it would be inappropriate to tackle her in the hallway as soon as she arrived and drag her up to his bedroom. Probably. Damn human etiquette.

Shelly Laurenston

#83. It made me giddy. It made me blush, worse than before. It was like liquor. It made me drunk. I drew away. When her breath came now upon my mouth, it came very cold. My mouth was wet, from hers. I said, in a whisper,
'Do you feel it?

Sarah Waters

#84. The pinup girl, Betty Grable, sprayed her bare butt and breasts with hairspray until they were wet. That way the top and bottom of her swimsuit
stayed glued where she wanted. Hairspray inside your high heels works the same way.

Chuck Palahniuk

#85. Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.

Charles Bukowski

#86. Certainly seems it when she half-turns in his arms and he just leans right down into her and kisses and kisses. Oh, how syrupy-slow his kisses are. She could live in those warm, wet pulls.

Charlotte Stein

#87. In the pale light of the half moon, she sees him
opening the door, moving toward her
as if awake. He sits at the edge of the bed, tenderly stroking
her hair, inhaling deeply the heavy scent of
wet violets, the evening breeze along her arms

Adele Ne Jame

#88. I glanced upward once, to see Brianna glowing, still smiling from ear to ear. Jamie was behind her, also smiling, his cheeks wet with tears. He said something to her in husky Gaelic, and brushing the hair away from her neck, leaned forward and kissed her gently, just behind the ear

Diana Gabaldon

#89. Bella-Bella," he whispered.

She reluctantly opened her eyes.

"Good morning," he said with a wide smile, lips wet from their kisses. The crests of his cheekbones were flushed lightly. His eyes sparkled with happiness.

Evangeline Collins

#90. When I bit you, I slid in even deeper." His lips moved at her neck, over the bite mark. "Made you wet, didn't it? Bad little beginner.

Tessa Bailey

#91. Blowzy head to her shoulder and kissing the wet cheek so tenderly that Jo cried even harder.

Louisa May Alcott

#92. The house is silent now and she feels like a stranger here. "This life was never ours," she whispers to the dog, who has been following her from room to room, and Luli wags her tail and stares at Miranda with wet brown eyes. "We were only ever borrowing it.

Emily St. John Mandel

#93. Amanda raised her glass in a toast. "Here's a wet one to Saint Iris of the Hummocks!" Then she winced and scowled at Riker, who had kicked her under the table. Polly raised her glass and quoted from Hamlet: "And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Lilian Jackson Braun

#94. A mother would never by choice sleep in a wet bed but she would gladly do so in order to spare the dry bed for her child.

Mahatma Gandhi

#95. I remember the time when I met my first girlfriend. It was raining and I was walking, and all of a sudden this girl put an umbrella over my head. Then my hair and clothes were wet, and she said, "Oh! There's something on your shirt." And that was when I just fell for her.

Yunho

#96. Jonah peels off his wet shirt and spreads it out on the ground in the sun. For a second, all Hallelujah can see is his bare skin. She blushes and looks away, not turning back until she hears the zip of his jacket closing. Now he's looking at her. She doesn't know if he caught her staring.

Kathryn Holmes

#97. The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.

Geoffrey Chaucer

#98. Unlike the bough that
shook off her dead leaves violently
like a wet terrier,
unlike the beating of the butterfly,
her wings, against the cocoon,
some dreams never made a move.

V.S. Atbay

#99. He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull away, he took her face between his hands and kissed her again, on her forehead, on her nose, on her mouth once more. "You will come, won't you? Promisse!" he whispered.

Cornelia Funke

#100. The magic girl licked the wet off her arms and looked over to me as if to say, See? You don't have to behave like them, you don't have to behave like anyone.

Melvin Burgess