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rashers of bacon.
I like a pickled cucumber. A regular cucumber I'm not so interested in.
I like my women soft and round. His blue gaze burned into hers. I don't lie, Becca. I love your body, every single curve, every dimple, every scar.
thick negroid lips
What is sweeter than lettered ease?
Gentle in what you do, Firm in how you do it
Something tells me my spit wouldn't mean as much to Corr as yours would." There's a long Pause before Sean speaks. He says, "Maybe not yet." Yet! I don't think I've ever heard such a fine word before.
Smooth, but not a criminal.
I was harder than Dante. I think I'd tried to hide that hardness from him because I'd wanted him to like me. But now he knew. That I was hard. And maybe that was okay. Maybe he could like the fact that I was hard just as I liked the fact that he wasn't hard.
If models are made for modeling, thick girls are made for cuddling.
A hard head will make a soft behind.
He's cu-ute." Bree LaRue stumbles sideways, shielding her eyes with one hand. "Aww, look at his hair. And the chin! He's like Laurence Olivier, and a cockatoo. Like if they had a baby?
I love Pizza thicker, when the crust is thinner!
Cavort, dear, just cavort
I'd like to see someone try to make Cush Jumbo up. It's my real name.
Shall I compare thee to a Shoggoth?
Less squeaky, more sneaky.
Half as big but twice as mad.
If we were in Victorian England I would have called him dashing;but, since we lived in the 21st century I would have to settle for the wordier GQ model hot.
Love fattens on smooth words.
Cucumber. The cucumber is just a pickle before it started drinking.
She talks big, but she's made of custard." "Fluffy and full of cream?" Kato wiggles blond eyebrows at me. Carver grins. "Think she's sweet, too?" My eyes spit fire. "Bite me. You'll find out.
i act harder than i am.
i am softer than i look.
He was a collection of hard lines and tailored edges
If only I may grow: firmer, simpler,
quieter, warmer.
I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.
She was older, no longer the wicked limber girl with the stalled Vespa, but no less beautiful to me for that: whatever elliptical beauty Cassie possesses has always lain not in the vulnerable planes of color and texture but deeper, in the polished contours of her bones.
Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a 'frigerator.
I'd rather be overweight and curvy than super thin with no curves. I'm proud of my body.
Custard: A detestable substance produced by a malevolent conspiracy of the hen, the cow, and the cook.
Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cucc.
Groweth sed, and bloweth med,
And springth the wude nu,
Sing cuccu!
the women of Saint Andrews were curvier than the women of Jamaica, and less likely to give you grief and heartbreak than the Trinis.
Quiet as a shadow
Light as a feather
Quick as a snake
Calm as still water
Smooth as summer silk
Swift as a deer
Slippery as an eel
Strong as a bear
Fierce as a wolverine
Still as stone
Lumpyface Lumpyhead
Cruddy Mouthbreather
The word that comes to mind is 'beefcake', Zane drawled, looking Ty over, appreciating the view
"Mission accomplished then!" Ty said happily as he turned around to face Zane again. He frowned suddenly. "Is beefcake one word or two?"
Zane laughed. "Who cares when you've got a great ass?
You are a cad,' he told himself. 'A cur. A bounder. A scoundrel. A ... human thesaurus.
Sharpness is a bourgeois concept
This love is thickly plaited.
Quite definitely a Bingley
We split a bottle of Norman cider. Not everybody sells Norman cider by the bottle.
"Has a European feel" Susan said.
"That sounds terrific" I said. "Can I have one?"
Susan grinned at me. "How did you ever get to be so big without growing up?" she said.
"Iron self-control" I said.
I'd much rather be known as some curvy Kate than as some skinny stick.
Rather fast then surfette, rather starue then striue to exceede.
The bigger the front, the bigger the back.
Sophie hadn't tought an erect penis would be so big. Or so hard. Or so silky.
I thought it would be like a hot-dog.
Brainy. Definitely the new Sexy.
Slow is smooth. Smooth is fast.
Raymond collected expressions. He repeated them in experimental accents, as if learning a tune. He sounded like an Eighteenth Street Mexican when he said cuate, like a Logan Square cubano when he said comemierda.
Now don't laugh 'cause I just might be ... the soft curve in your hardline. (from the song "Hardliners" by Holcombe Waller)
I hope no man will call me timorous; and yet I'ld as soon be called that as rash.
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.
undemonstrative in a burly fat-pig style
Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.
Cullan was already inside her room, walking toward her. The sliding door was reduced to shards.
"I asked you nicely." Cullan said in a loud voice. "Why won't you even-"
"Is swearing nice to you?"
"You riled me up!"
"You kissed another woman!
My baby she's a long and lean, you mess with her you see a man get mean.
If my Spreadeagles Wasn't so Tight I'd Loosen my Cursits on that Bunch of Maggiestraps ...
Muscled like a maiden's fantasy
I would rather rudder
Slow is steady. Steady is smooth. Smooth is fast. Fast is deadly.
Lass, you've the face of an angel but the tongue of a snake.
Bold has been my message to the people of the west, bolder is my message to you, my beloved countryman.
Sharpness is overrated.
Smaller Is Smarter: Hint, Bigger Is Not
His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.
the edge. Great. Now his firm rear end
Mr Squeers himself acquired greater sternness and inflexibility from certain warm potations in which he was wont to indulge after his early dinner.
King of tha westcoast
You ain't got no advantages when you're small and contrary."
"I ain't puny," I said hotly. "And I ain't contrary.
And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.
I spoke it soft, but close enough to brush against her lips. I spoke it quiet, but near enough so that the sound of it went twining through her hair. I spoke it hard and firm and dark and sweet.
I always thought I was really thick.
This guy had more lines than loose-leaf.
My girlishness has sharp teeth.
It is better; heavier, crueler. The mouth you wear for hell.
Slicker than snot on a door handle.
revealing a layer of pudge around her middle.
The Thin Man
I indulge myself
In rich refusals.
Nothing suffices.
I hone myself to
This edge. Asleep, I
Am a horizon.
The phone rang. Joan Rochester leaped to her feet, but Dominick signaled her to sit with a wave of his hand. He wiped his face as though it were a windshield and rose from his seat. Dominick was a thick man. Not fat. Thick. Thick neck, thick shoulders, thick chest, thick arms and thighs. The
The pencil is mightier than the pen.
his armour-hard back
Solid and dense as his own, a nose ring and angelbites.
Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits.
Carlton was a blade; sharp and hard and well built.
How thick can you get?
prestidigitator,
When you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ...
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
lighter now that it was summer. When he was a little boy, he always told her how pretty she was. Now,
Smart'n'Civ'lize ain't nothin' to do with the color o' the skin, nay.
Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.
There is a "yoga body" aesthetic, which is long and sinewy. I am curvy. I get praised on a regular basis, with people telling me, "Wow, you're so brave," simply for showing my curvy body. Being brave is going to war; being curvy is not brave. We need to be careful with how we use our words.
One is taller. The other is shorter.
She was more like riding a sofa than a horse, with her broad back and sides curved like a hogshead of beer.
I like a man with some extra padding.
Certainly more dangerous
I am volatile for one, rigid for another, angular as an icicle in silver, or voluptuous as a candle flame in gold.
I don't like to be coarse, but if I did, I would be!
-Granby commenting on something Rankin has said.
Prickly
When I'm feeling
porcupine-y,
I get nasty,
I get whiny.
Stay away or
I might stick you.
My sharp words are
quills to prick you.
The Thickety is a sinister, magical debut with a marvelous and shocking heroine. J.A. White's elegant writing and masterful plot kept me turning pages late into the night.
The countenance is more eloquent than the tongue.