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I was a naughty kid.
I was fortunate enough to have a rambling youth.
I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.
cereal and went out into the
I've just always been a bit of a dork.
Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
Rune, made Anita "doolally in
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
I have never doped. I can say it again, but I've said it for seven years.
I think you're strange, and what you did was a strange thing to do.
I'm SUCH a DORK!!
A blast of whooshing pleasure swept through me and I fell over the other side, into sweet currents of relaxing little judders. The gentleman pulled away and I lay there still sprawled and used. I didn't care. I'd been indoctrinated in the ways of the flesh and my exposure to it was like a drug.
i'm fifty shades of fucked up.
You may be wondering why there are words on my hands. That's because I'm a dork. And I'm gonna choose not to explain myself.
Wiggle like a stick, wobble like a duck, that's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck.
As usual, I overdreamed and underbudgeted. . .
walked erect out of my sleep
Let your inner DORK shine through.
My body floated, loose from spent pleasure.
My mom told me she thinks a man in the market felt her up today. I asked, Where did he touch you? She said, On my knee, Bobby.
How wild it was, to let it be.
A wild, wick slip she was
dozed off with my consciousness slightly ajar.
so Durrant stroked the area around his cloaca
I slipped myself some pink Xannies/And danced around the house in all-over print panties.
Cock-a-doodle-do! Any cock will do!Cock-- Larry Kramer
Darling, I'm so unutterably bored as to be a hazard
Bod was obedient but curious.
I was having a great time, enjoying the best summer of my life, fucked up. Fucked up is good.
I felt frighteningly unbridled.
clearly besotted with
A girl wearing a wicker chicken and playing the harp bopped me with a book about buns and then stuffed me under a piano.
You Bedazzled my stake?
measured his own length in the Flemish mud and skidded forward, all elbows and knees; then he jerked erect again, breathless, desperate and angered, at the heart of a sudden
I sutured split infinitives and hoisted dangling modifiers and wore out the seam of my best flannel skirt.
I'm the wacky one. Wacky. Wacky.Wacky-- Zac Hanson
What is well done, I feel as if I did; what is ill-done, I reck not of.
I was stupid, the official descriptive phrase for happy.
I did a lot today. That is, I did something. The only thing I have ever done. I pressed a button. It took the entire willpower, the accumulated strength of my entire existence, to press one damned OFF button.
I fooled around and fell in love.
A good brain ain't diddley, if you don't have the facts.
Would you like me to tell you what I did last night when I got home?"
"No." She shivered. "Yes."
Brent chuckled quietly, but it came out sounding pained. "I took off my clothes and lay down on my stomach in bed. Then I wrapped your silk panties around my hand and fucked them.
Mary seemed to have taken a perverse pleasure in seeing how best she could alternate undercooking and overcooking.
When I said.
A rose is a rose is a rose.
And then later made that into a ring I made poetry and what
did I do I caressed completely caressed and addressed
a noun.
I'm wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, bewildered am I.
Tonight I was stealing the time of another woman.
My little cup brims with tiddles.
My wild and free side unsettled some, and unwedged others.
Stay strange, my friend.
I went to the movies with my little Peggy Sue, I had a dip there in my lip just like I always do.
Her snooch got all warm
I was rebellious.
I recall how I suspected at the time that my young friend was indulging in her first bout of calf love.
I was quite naughty at school.
She sugared and milked
His dark hair was still wet and fell around his head in a tousled way that was too sexy for his own good.
Scarlet wanted to run her hands through it - but oh wait. That could kill him.
Definitely too sexy for his own good.
Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.
Yelled, and finally got me on my cheek with a loud slap that made
I shook up the world.
Laugh uproariously. Dar and Aud looked back to see what
You fucked-up hunk.
I became bored - that was all. Boredom, which is another name and a frequent disguise for vitality, became the unconscious motive of all my acts.
I was horny, but I was innocent 'cause I was a real-late bloomer and not particularly attractive. In fact, homely.
Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!
I was just pissy and bored and horny and lonely. It was a bad combination. Bad.
Happy as a threaded needle
You have to do to be.-- Eric Rofes
I was a very strange child.
Bored is a four-letter word.
Did I get jiggy with Will? I would have to say no! Did I have fun with Will? I would have to say yeah! But you know, I did not jig with the man, if you know what I'm saying!
At wuntz? What HE do?
What HE do? Who do?
Wuntz do hoo doo? How do he do hoo doo?
Once do who do? What? What!? To wit, WHAT.
I had diverged, digressed, wandered, and become wild.
What did you do?-- Maya Banks
Anything worth doing is worth overdoing. Are you overdone yet?
Was he a doper or was he just a loser?
I was a dork. I'm still kind of goofy and clumsy and not always the most graceful person.
Wasn't I rapt?
Wasn't I ravished?
I was not a doper, I told myself - I just injected myself to recover and needed pills to sleep.
I succumbed to hedonism.
Like a cat in heat, I wanted to rub my ass on every passing man.
Kinky sex involves the use of duck feathers. Perverted sex involves the whole duck.
If I find out that Whin has been sedated or restrained I'll ride you naked through the streets of Imre like a little pink pony.
For 365 days I went in between the legs of many women
I was turning into a pervert.
I was a boy toy for a bunch of women.
Spread those legs, sweetheart. Show me where the paddle made you wet.
beaver drools in my underwear.
I'm like Sleeping Beauty drawn to the spindle I know I shouldn't touch.
This liberal doxy must be impaled on the member of a particularly large stallion!
She is deranged, but so so playful.
I went into the crapper and took myself a beautiful beershit. Then I went to bed, jacked off, and slept.
You're like a little wild thing
that was never sent to school.
I blundered into creativity as blindly as any child learning to walk and see.
You seem ... unsettled." Was "unsettled" another word for horny enough to climb the walls? Because if so, then yes, I was most definitely unsettled.
I let a little bit of the wolf show.
The side whiskers indeed were quite handsome. But he stroked them so very zealously that looking at him, one might very well think that first just the side whiskers had been brought into the world, and then later the gentleman was attached to them in order to stroke them.
She was quite promiscuous, to the point where dating her was similar to the experience of sitting on a warm toilet seat:
I was spent up. I sure grabbed that girl of mine.
Wrapped around each other but now clad in a pink nightie and a pair of sweatpants. To be clear, I wore the pink nightie.
I'm just dandy, I got a bowl of chocolate pudding in my underpants