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I'm always looking for the comfiest place to lie down, like a cat.
I'm sleeping in his bed... Just sleeping".
sitting happiness in...
I like to relax.
Pillow my head on no guesses when I die.
HOW DO YOU FIND THE RIGHT POSITION
TO LIE DOWN WITH PEOPLE
OR EVEN ANIMALS?
OFTEN ONE OF THE PARTNERS IS
SMOTHERED OR CONTORTED.
WHEN DONE PROPERLY, THOUGH,
EVERYONE IS HAPPY.
Women are good for only one thing - lying on their backs.
doting, the guy on the sideline at
Bed is my friend.
rolled down. As I
If I could be doing anything, I'd be laying on the floor in my birthday suit eating junk food and watching something dumb on TV.
breathing then, for
...loafing in the easy chair of one's body.
Are we going to argue or have pretend sex?"
Wesley exhaled. "Pretend sex, I guess. What am I doing?"
"Sleeping in bed. She's sleeping on the floor."
"He makes her sleep on the floor?"
"He gives her a blanket."
"Very romantic.
Resting for me is fitness training.
Workin' so hard every night and day and now we get to lay back.
Sitting at the single table in a disreputable pile of lumber mistakenly called a building.
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.
I'm the kind of person who always likes to be doing something.
For me reading a book is what I like doing, curled up in a corner in a comfortable chair.
Knees, my calves, and my shoulders. I feel the bed dip as he stretches out
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
You have to do something when you're lying in bed. So you play with your mind.
Sprawled in his khakis and citrus-yellow V-neck sweater,
tonguing her clit. I
telling. I thought I knew this
her back and intimately over her bottom,
We were lying on the blanket in the backyard of 37 Brooks, like we always did that summer. Lena was on her side, cheek resting on her hand, hair loose. Beautiful.
going on between-- Pat White
I'm usually just enjoying life.
Whatcha doing, Lieu?" she asked cautiously. "Praying," he muttered. "I suck at it."
"Your doing it wrong," she said flatly. "I'm not big on church, but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to do it with a friend.
What does good in bed mean to me? When I'm sick and I stay home from school propped up with lots of pillows watching TV and my mom brings me soup - that's good in bed.
How can I lean on you when you're lying down?
casually on the blanket beside me, an offer of solace when
Kissing babies and hugging fat girls.
Protecting myself from the influx of painful stimuli, just give me space and I shall be okay.
We playing? Or am I just throwing you down and fucking you?
The sleep which lay heavy upon the furniture, the room, the whole surroundings of which I formed but an insignificant pat and whose unconsciousness I should very soon return to share.
Sprawled out on the photographer's mattress with my clothes lying in a heap somewhere in the kitchen, I pull the waistband of my briefs down to expose my hipbones, and I think of home.
Duh, Winning!!!!
(hhahaha)
Bed is the best place for reading, thinking, or doing nothing.
In the immemorial style of young men under pressure, they decided to lie down for a while and waste time.
throwing the football. But instead
What are you doing?" I asked him. He'd shown no sign of letting up, like he was just going to go down on me indefinitely, with no signs of stopping for the foreseeable future. He smiled. Yes, it was a cold smile, but I was starting to like that just fine. "Showing manners.
He spent his free time at the
What I like doing best is Nothing.-- A.a. Milne
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Sitting aimlessly in bedrooms- often on the bed itself- is another characteristic feature of the English holidays. The meal was over and it was only twenty five past seven. 'The evening stretches before us,' Viola said gloomily.
In my spare time I like watching TV, laying on the couch, just chillin'.
I'm a sloucher, sort of, when nobody's looking.
I lay there drifting, wondering, imagining...
Falling asleep with hopes and wishes that I rarely get to hold in my hand for long ... go me. All I've got are memories and secrets.
My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror.
"It's me," said a familiar voice.
... "Eric, what are you doing here?"
"Snuggling.
Resting, recuperating, moping, it's all the same.
I'm writing, and just doing the same thing I always do.
I like to feel occupied.
You know I used to sit there and I'd go outside and play ball and everything, but now in my free time I just kind of lay back and relax because this atmosphere is so busy and stressful, so anytime I can sleep, you'd best believe I'm sleepin'.
I'm just sitting here.
In this house, speaking and thinking
What do I most love to do? (I love it so much I can do it for long stretches of time without getting tired or bored.)
While the other guy's sleeping?
I'm working.
While the other guy's eatin'?
I'm working.
Getting up at the ass-crack of dawn
Not even thinking about anything. My mind is a blank. We just want to enjoy the moment.
Sitting in Grandmother's old wicker chair and littering my porch with her foolish young life.
I stayed there on the floor like that for a long, long time.
Eating and crying.
Crying and eating.
It's easier with you."
"What's easier with me?"
His hand found my lower back. My hips arched toward him, our bodies slowly becoming one. He ran his fingers against my neck as I closed my eyes, and he spoke softly into my soul. "Being alive.
Making love in the green grass behind the stadium with you my brown eyed girl.
If you're working, you're working hard, and if you're not doing that, what are you doing?
I just enjoy lying on the couch and reading a magazine.
I was sitting on a bench having a bagel, but from where I was both jogging and sculng looks good to me.
Sam
Sneaking out the back door to hand out with those hoodlum friends of mine.
I lay, shamefaced and embarrassed, in my bed. Which is a deeply unusual place for me to feel shamefaced and embarrassed, and anyone who says otherwise is a bloody liar.
But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the airs smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping?
windowsill on the opposite side of the dining room. "What are you doing?
Given the choice between accomplishing something and just lying around, I'd rather lie around. No contest.
What on earth are you doing for heaven's sake?
Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.
my room, and to rub his scent off me.
She's sitting propped up on the
Sitting still as stone watching - watching
People walking by you wondering why
No one ever stops to talk or thinks about it - if they ever did
I think even lying on my bed I can still do something.
It's ecstasy when you're laying down next to me.
The bed in which we spend a third of our lives functions as a kind of protective haven for the true self, the subconscious refuge from the assault of the external world. The bed becomes the restorative womb, where the imagination is nurtured while our resting bodies are safe.
What am I lying here for? ... We are lying here as though we had a chance of enjoying a quiet time ... Am I waiting until I become a little older?
All day long, they lie in the sun, and when the sun goes down, they lie some more.
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
What is going to happen in the course of my day that will be an improvement over lying on something very soft, underneath something very warm, wearing only underwear, doing absolutely nothing, all by myself?
I lie down and let life leave its footprints on me.
What's a girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin an juice
Lay back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind.
What you doin' with this gun?
Him, trying to do the same.
in her pocket for
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun, and if the sun don't come, we'll be standing in the English rain.
one learns to lie down with darkness
A bed is a place where so much of life is played out - births and deaths and passions and dreaming - all the most fundamental moments of our fragile human existence.
Beneath the sheet - which was already lower on his hips than should be legal
He
Was
Still
Hard
What are you doing?"
"I'm going to enjoy a long overdue make-out session with my girl. That's what I'm doing." I explained, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me with one shove of my foot.
Manny, what are you doing working in auto parts?" "Resting.
Out alone in the winter rain, / Intent on giving and taking pain.