Wet Hot Quotes

#1. Real loneliness was a smeary red: the color of the taillights of the car ahead of you reflected on wet hot-top in a driving rain.

Stephen King

#2. Wet Hot American Summer so far is a financial disappointment and money was lost on it. But perhaps it will find its audience in video, cable, etc, maybe over the course of years.

David Wain

#3. Tell me the truth," he rasps. "Admit it made you hot. It made you wet. You are coiled so tight I could slide my hand down your panties and make you come before you could tell me to stop.

Sarah Castille

#4. The light is really the most important thing, so if you don't have skylights and if you don't have north light, this is like having a natural skylight. Light is the crucial factor. With wet oil paints, you don't want any hot spots or bounce.

Pierre Coupey

#5. Who is affected more when it's cold? Poor people. Who is affected more when it's hot? Poor people. Who is affected more when it's wet? Poor people. Who is most affected when the economy is bad? Poor people. Poor people are the most fragile.

Russel Honore

#6. Because there's nothing like the feel of a woman's body under mine, all tight and hot and wet as she slowly comes apart.

Anne Calhoun

#7. When he'd pushed inside me and I'd feel him begin to penetrate, it had turned me into a wild thing-hot, wet, and desperate for more of him. With every kiss, every caress, every thrust, I'd just needed more. He'd touched me, I went nuts. The world dwindled down to one thing: him.

Karen Marie Moning

#8. From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting ... On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.

E.B. White

#9. I catch fire and find the reserves of courage and assertiveness to speak up. When that happens I get quite carried away. My blood gets hot my brow wet I become unbearably and unconscionably sarcastic and bellicose I am girded for a total showdown.

William F. Buckley Jr.

#10. Find 'em hot, leave 'em wet," he murmured.
"Well known firefighter maxim.

Kate Meader

#11. Asparagus in a lean in a lean is to hot. This makes it art and it is wet weather wet weather wet

Gertrude Stein

#12. I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.

William Faulkner

#13. 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

#14. The word is clear only to the kind who on peak or plain, from dark northern ice-fields to the hot wet jungles, through all wine and want, through lies and unfamiliar truth, dark or light, are governed by the unknown gods, and though each man knows the law, no man may give tongue to it.

Stephen Crane

#15. As long as it is hot, wet and goes down the right way, its fine with me.

Sarah Ferguson

#16. Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation.

Sylvia Plath

#17. 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

#18. He moans and kisses the nape of my neck. He works his way up to my mouth. His lips land on mine, hot and wet and sucking. His tongue sweeps in, teasing mine.

Susan Ee

#19. I realized the best argentine meat was an appendage best served hot, wet, throbbing, & erect.

5amWriterMan

#20. He lowers his head while we're flying and touches his lips to mine. His kiss is hot and wet as it intensifies.

Susan Ee

#21. Welcome to Earth, young man," I said. "It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, Joe, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of: Goddamn it, Joe, you've got to be kind!

Kurt Vonnegut

#22. It was almost May. I knew that New York was getting warm now, that London was wet, that Rome was hot
and I was on Vieques, where it was always hot and where New York and London and Rome were just names on a map.

Hunter S. Thompson

#23. Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-God damn it, you've got to be kind.

Kurt Vonnegut

#24. Dripping wet in a secret passage. It was pretty damn hot.

Rachel Morgan

#25. They move their heads around and flatten out their mouth and nose on the other person's mouth and nose and open their mouths in different ways, and you are supposed to feel sort of hot or wet or something as you watch.

Ursula K. Le Guin

#26. Adventures are only interesting once you've lived to see the end of them. Before that, they are nothing but fear, and being too cold or too hot or too wet or too hungry, and getting hurt.

Holly Lisle

#27. Dried mud flats, sun-warmed, have a delicious touch, cushioned and smooth; so has long grass at morning, hot in the sun, but still cool and wet when the foot sinks into it, like food melting to a new flavour in the mouth. And a flower caught by the stalk between the toes is a small enchantment.

Nan Shepherd

#28. You're upset, you're cold, and you're wet, wouldn't you rather discuss all this over a pot of hot tea?
Yes, but I wasn't going to say so.

Ransom Riggs

#29. Before we have the complete solution of the whys and wherefores of herding and flocking and schooling, there must be a great deal of uncomfortable climbing and diving, hiding in unpleasant places, getting wet and hot and cramped and weary.

William Beebe

#30. Baby, I'm a firefighter. I find 'em hot and leave 'em wet.
I hope you like being damp.

K.M. Golland

#31. It's only been a few hours and all I can think about is the way you taste, the way you feel wrapped around me. When you're so hot and so ready. So wet, he murmurs against my mouth.

M. Leighton

#32. One may explain water, but the mouth will not become wet. One may expound fully on the nature of fire, but the mouth will not become hot.

Takuan Soho

#33. 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

#34. Love is no hot-house flower,
but a wild plant, born of a wet night,
born of an hour of sunshine; sprung
from wild seed, blown along the road
by a
wild wind.

John Galsworthy

#35. You look so sexy wearing my cuffs," he growled.
"I'm gonna leave them on when I fuck you. Feel how hard I am? That's from thinking about every stroke, so hot and wet.

Anne Calhoun

#36. She threw herself in his arms and laid a hot, wet one on him. They went at it to catcalls, shouts of encouragement, offers to get them a room, and his mother yelling, Thank God Father Francis couldn't make it!

Kristen Ashley

#37. 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

#38. More dangerous than being in a house full of vampires? I think I'll take my chances, Mr. Fallinsworth."

"I think we're way past formalities here since my cock has been inside that hot, wet, delicious body of yours.

K.L. Kreig

#39. 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

#40. Jesus Christ, you're soaking wet. Seriously, have you been going around with all this between your legs? I can feel it through fucking flannel, honey. Oh my God, I can feel it through flannel, he said, the first words almost steady and sure and the last ones like nothing she'd ever heard before.

Charlotte Stein

#41. 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

#42. I couldn't stop staring at his mouth when he spoke. I bet he knew how to kiss. Perfect kisses too, ones that weren't wet and gross, but the kind that curled toes.
I needed to stop looking at him in general.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#43. I tell young girls all the time: "Go for the guys who are more serious, distinguished". The hot-model types, they're too pretty, and too wet behind the ears. Besides, do you want a guy who takes longer to get ready than you?

Kimora Lee Simmons

#44. Never had he felt a pussy this amazing - so hot, wet, suctioning, and oh-so-tight around him.

Suzanne Wright

#45. 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

#46. I'm good at doing the laundry. At least that. And it's a religious experience ... Water, earth, fire-polarities of wet and dry, hot and cold, dirty and clean. The great cycles-round and round-beginning and end-Alpha and Omega, amen.

Robert Fulghum

#47. Nothing goes so well with a hot fire and buttered crumpets as a wet day without and a good dose of comfortable horrors within. The heavier the lashing of the rain and the ghastlier the details, the better the flavour seems to be.

Dorothy L. Sayers

#48. I think someone could be near on at their deathbed, barely able to get out of bed in their final throes, and still not be able to resist the smell of frying bacon and hot coffee on a wet morning. They would postpone the afterlife for one last breakfast;

Michael Hiebert

#49. 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

#50. 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

#51. Don't give a fuck if you're hot, wet and panting or pissed as hell, you're sleepin' by me, in my bed, at home. said Hector

Kristen Ashley

#52. There's going to be just a teeny bit of angst (this is a romance book) and then there's going to be a Happily Ever After. And, oh yes, dicks and butts, lots of dicks and butts. Seriously, keep a wet wipe handy, there's some really hot stuff in here.

Nick Pageant

#53. The air was hot and wet, as if it had absorbed the sweat of countless bodies. It dripped also with scandal.

Monica Ali

#54. 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