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Chamfron. Crimson silk draped his hindquarters,
In your anger, zip your lips!
cheek, the one so disfigured by that
Get on your knees. I want you to feel me so deep that the belt is of little consequence when it comes to breathing.
That's Lalasa, Kel's maid. She sews and knows all sorts of ways to hurt you.
Who taught you to pilot a Jacket like that?"
"You did, Sergeant.
Give an inch, he'll take an ell.
What the ever-loving knuckle fuck?
Cats always pick the laps of the people who don't like them.
If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
Everything sacred is a tie, a fetter.
revealing a layer of pudge around her middle.
The back of my hand to guilt.
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
Tongue; well that's a wery good thing when it an't a woman.
La Griffe, "The Claw." Simple and small. The index finger goes through the hole near the blade. Favored by climbers and boaters.
Linnaeus, setting out for Lapland, surveys his "comb" and "spare shirt," "leathern breeches" and "gauze cap to keep off gnats," with as much complacency as Bonaparte a park of artillery for the Russian campaign. The quiet bravery of the man is admirable.
A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.
around her slender waist.
Front of her dress somewhere
Where the lion's skin will not reach, you must patch it out with the fox's.
You wearing a thigh sheath?"
"Now what would be the sense of wearing just one? I have two thighs.
Lew? Not that I don't appreciate it, but itLew-- Nora Roberts
So am I going to get a zipper in my chest?
I'm not a notch on a belt."
"You could never be a notch, London Chantelle. You're the whole belt, sugar.
Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.
Bookbag, Pocketshoe.
I could give you a thiught sheath to put that in,"Isabelle offered. "I got tons."
"CERTAINLY NOT," said Simon.
Clary shot him an irritated look. "Thanks, but I'm not really a thigh sheath kind of girl,"
-pg. 214
In the struggle between yourself and the world, hold the world's coat.
Shoved your knee where, princess?" "His parts. You know.
a heavy, hooded wool
We need to find something to hold your pants up or it's going to be a very scandalous evening. Well, more so than it already is.
Cut your coat according to your cloth.
I never dreamed I'd owe my life to such an appalling article of clothing,
Madox, what is the name of that hollow at the base of a woman's neck? At the front. Here. What is it, does it have an official name? That hollow about the size of an impress of your thumb?"
Madox watches me for a moment through the noon glare.
"Pull yourself together," he mutters.
Priya, can you belt?"
"Do I have a belt?
back of that woman's dress that night
Whether you like the look or not, that tailcoat is a tough shell, a suit of armour. The posh boy is a hardy species.
Where the hell do you put the bayonet?
Shut up with the backtalk, because if I wanted lip from you, I'd sit on your face.
I'm no longer your concern." "You've been my concern ever since you were six years old, come to fort up with me. You're in my blood, Lael - a forever and endurin' part of me!
The arm that carries the data. That's your wing.
What the heck is this, a trivet?"
"I AM WAFFLE FACE!
Pommel of his saddle and his helmet with a nose-piece, arms which might well prevent him from reaching any conclusions based on humanitarian logic,
L'chaim. It means 'to life.
Whither thou know'est thy ass from thy elbow
Come on Duchess, I'm down with you," Satin announced as she pulled a pair of rhinestone brass knuckles from her Birkin bag. "Knuckle up divas!
Send not a Catt for Lard.
In the V-shaped opening of her crape bodice Mlle. Vinteuil felt the sting of her friend's sudden kiss; ...
Whoever had said in the guidebooks that the bum bag was a sensible device against theft had lied; no single item of dressware ever invented cried out "mug me" more than a pouch of zip-up plastic suspended by your groin.
what Tigerstar was trying to
You know what I wisht I had, Ma? A pouch like a 'possum, to tote things.
The Yearling
The identity badge pinned to Sandrine's white tunic says "Speech Therapist," but it should read "Guardian Angel.
sausages. Behind
My red skirt is hitched up to my waist, though no higher. Below it the Commander is fucking. What he is fucking is the lower part of my body.
corner, an empty shell that is merely
closed behind Anne
You don't need to wear a patch on your arm to have honor.
skintight layer of clothing that extends from my feet to my neck that's supposed to help improve my hypertrophic scarring. The Iron Maiden describes hypertrophic scarring as skin that exhibits the three Rs of being red,
His lovely shiny new prefect's badge.
Details are always vulgar
Behind them, attached to the harness, was a
Reepicheep: Unhand the tail. Aslan the Great gave me this tail and no one, repeat, no one, touches the tail. Period, exclamation mark!
Her chastity belt's in the back of my car.
This shiffer-robe belongs to Hazel Motes. Do not steal it or you will be hunted down and killed.
There is nothing wrapped in my turban but God,
the glass. The sergeant put
Get that strait jacket that Heidenreich had and put it on Lita!
rabid tush patrol
It was a denim jacket. With this cover in place, Mouse hastily got his pants back in order. Instead of a teacher, as he'd expected, the new kid, Beckett Taylor, had bestowed dignity upon him.
Honor wears different coats to different eyes.
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart?
It is too heavy. It will always show.
Jacques felt himself growing gloomy again. He was well aware that to live on earth a man must follow its fashions, and hearts were no longer worn.
What are those humps on her chest?
Strap On spelled backwards is No Parts. Just sayin'.
The girdle went from just under my breasts to the top of my knees. It cinched me in pretty tight. In fact, it was so tight that when I sat in it and farted, the farts would slide up my back, shoot out the top of the girdle, and make my hair fly off the back of my beck.
Miz Ellen, what do you carry in that handbag of yours that has enough wallop to knock down a full-grown man? - Dan Landry
Wrong arm, dear.
Livy had never shared another woman's space before, at least not in that vest. It
When Aquatics are overwhelmed, they seek out the tallest object in view, lie on their backs, put their heads against it and look up. The ritual is called litill, and its purpose is to remind believers that they are actually quite small and, therefore, so are their problems.
Honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times.
Captain Niall, having apparently resigned himself to losing his quarry, was savaging her horsehair petticoat into teeny, tiny shreds.
Really, what did my poor petticoat do to offend?
If you do not want me to break your wrist with one squeeze of my hand, you will do two things immediately, First you will remove your hand from my woman's purse. Second, you will remove your hand from my shirt. It's attached to the body that belongs to the owner of the purse.
Sergeant Stephan Schneider
I tugged at the hem of my brand-new Hecate Hall issue blue plaid skirt (Kilt? Some sort of bizarre skirt/kilt hybrid? A skilt?)
Silk handkerchief that erupted out of the breast pocket, an affectation he had adopted to distance himself from the Westminster hordes in their banal Christmas-stocking ties and Marks & Spencer suits.
Use that ugly thing you keep inside your helm.
I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose ...
I wear my heart on my sleeve. I wear my liver on my pant leg.
The scarf could go on and on and on and on, and it could be the harlot-red banner of shame that wrapped him up and kept him warm when the nights grew lonely and cold.
There was nothing to deflate a man's ego like a bit of frill around the collar.
What we wear is the shell of who we are.
liberally equipped with one-way pockets
Perched on top of the pointed nose of the
Things that are attached to the body do not just add beauty to the body or probably enhances the self confidence of the man within, but they are also the very reasons for pride and excessive self confidence
He said 'That! Put that in your purse! I don't like that!' when I took off my brassiere. It remained there, though, curled up on his wooden floor, curled awkwardly for a piece of clothing, not awkwardly if it had been something else perhaps, a creature.
"Idea
Tanith has a sword.' said Valkyrie. 'I want a stick.'
'I'll get you a stick for Christmas
Unthinkable clothing
Back of the sound broods the silence, back of the gift stands the giving;
Back of the hand that receives thrill the sensitive nerves of receiving.
My tongue is my enemy. Brothers
If cunnilingus was a martial art, I'd wear my black belt with pride.