Top 22 Soft Wet Quotes
#1. Yum his lips were soft, wet and warm, tasted of honey. He looked hot today; a dark, tight blue tank top showed off his six-pack and muscular arms. The blue in his eyes were luminous.
Elena Carpenter
#2. What is this thing called a kiss? French, tongue, soul, chaste, motherly, fatherly, brotherly, sisterly, ass, genital, Judas, trembling, rough, hesitant, sweet, soft, wet, dying, fevered, good-night, farewell, burning, and chocolate.
Gilbert Sorrentino
#3. I said I wasn't going to hurt you!" he growled, pinning me even further into the soft, wet earth.
"But I never said that I wouldn't hurt you!" I snapped.
He brought his face toward mine. "I'd like to see you try," he whispered.
Ada Adams
#4. A great fig should look like it's just about to burst its skin. When squeezed lightly it should give a little and not spring back. It must be almost unctuously sweet, soft and wet.
Yotam Ottolenghi
#5. It's much more fun to run a political campaign than it is to be the candidate.
Hunter S. Thompson
#6. 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
#7. Some teeth long for ripping, gleaming wet from black dog gums. So you keep your eyes closed at the end. You don't want to see such a mouth up close. before the bite, before its oblivion in the goring of your soft parts, the speckled lips will curl back in a whinny of excitement. You just know it.
Adam Nevill
#8. He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from the fevered maelstrom that set fire to the night sky. Fury in his step and passion furrowing his brow...He is my perfect storm...
Virginia Alison
#10. It was still very wet under the trees. A careless tug at a branch might flip cold rainbow-edged drops down your back. And the sky was gray as concrete. But they enjoyed the silence, the soft sucking ground matted with last year's needles.
Jean Thompson
#11. And C++ programming languages, we own those, have licensed them out multiple times, obviously. We have a lot of royalties coming to us from C++.
Darl McBride
#12. Woman, thou art a river, deep and wide, Of waters soft and sweet: Alas! I've never reached the other side; Though oft I've wet my feet!
William Batchelder Greene
#13. For the moment, the snow is quite wet and soft. If it was hard or icy, it would be a perfect downhill for my style, because I could fight even harder.
Hermann Maier
#14. Basic SEAL training is six months of long, torturous runs in the soft sand, midnight swims in the cold water off San Diego, obstacles courses, unending calisthenics, days without sleep and always being cold, wet and miserable.
William H. McRaven
#15. 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
#16. Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of, but stigma and bias shame us all.
Bill Clinton
#17. 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
#18. 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
#19. 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
#20. The urge for Chinese food is always unpredictable: famous for no occasion, standard fare for no holiday, and the constant as to demand is either whim, the needy plebiscite of instantly famished drunks, or pregnancy.
Alexander Theroux
#21. Was this perhaps life, then? - to have loved one summer in youth and not to have been aware of it until it was over, some sea-wet footprints on the floor and sand in the prints, the fragrance of a woman, soft loving lips in the dusk of a summer night, sea birds; and then nothing more; gone.
Halldor Laxness
#22. An Indian's dress of deer skins, which is wet a hundred times upon his back, dries soft; and his lodge also, which stands in the rains, and even through the severity of winter, is taken down as soft and as clean as when it was first put up.
George Catlin
