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a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
Ducking, weaving, bouncing away from the knockout blow which must inevitably come.
passing insults back and forth, as if they were biscuits.
oil paints...the look of licked lips.
When I'm in bed with a woman, my favorite move is a wrestling hold called the lip lock.
his mouth again, flicking
Grinding his jaws. Barb snapped, "Over and done, put a fork in it." Stan
This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.
mascara-ing her eyelashes with her mouth wide open (necessity of open mouth during mascara application great unexplained mystery of nature). "Don't
Contempt and anger of his lip! A murderous guilt
Lips, like roses dropping myrrh.
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
A cop friend downstate had once described what he called the 'pucker effect,' the body's automatic response when something just wasn't right. He wasn't talking about the lips; the puckering happened farther south, and every cop learned to trust that instinct.
High-fiving one another without evident irony.
He made a tck noise in the back of his throat. It expressed all sorts of annoyance and impatience, with just a smidgen of an implied eye roll.
We suck the pain from each other's lips until everything just blurs away
Pussy punch: when a twat tap just isn't enough
It's like kissing a Jack 'o' Lantern. What's with the grin?
Kissing is the best thing lips do other than smiling. Cassandra
vomiting the crying
announcing in front of everyone that she was a knockout.
stuttering over your words.
A few joints are circulating around, saliva-liva-liva-liva-liva.
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
stealing chocolates
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
Knocking the shrieking goblins aside like skittles
Come here, sweet cheeks. You know how much we love the tongue wrasslin'.
Punch with your mouth and talk with your feet.
ngaobera:
a slight inflammation of the throat produced by screaming too much.
Do you remember the pattern, Livia?"
"Blow ... lick ... bite." Livia wanted to say something cute, something funny, but he licked his lips and she forgot how to make any more words.
The weakest punches are thrown with the tongue.
assailing her. Were they doing the
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.
His voice, the very sound of rolling eyes.
That moment when a knot forms in your throat, but you choose to throw your head back and laugh instead.
Passion is taking such a bite out of life that when the juices run down your face, everyone licks their lips!
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Nothing?Micheal!You're 'playing'!.IN PUBLIC? 'That's new?' Claire whisperd to shhane 'He hasn't played anywhere but our living room since-Teeth-in-neck mime 'You know Oliver' 'Oh.' micheal's face was turning pink.'just put it back,OK?It's no big deal! Eve kissed him.
A ghastly attempt at a smile, sure to send any normal person to a therapist.
Whispering like it's a secret, only to condemn the one who hears it, with a heavy heart.
Come on. Keep moving. Your lips are turning blue."
"Keep my lips out of this.
A man who doles out sweets, and slaps, with the same hand.
hands, making him submit
Snarling like a chainsaw trying to sing opera
exasperating composure.
I put my finger to my lips to shush Jack. He put a finger to his lips, too, but used the middle one instead of the pointer.
A kiss is a course of procedure cunningly devised, for the mutual stopage of speech at a moment when words are superfluous.
That's right. He was smacking his lips a little, that's all." "He was smacking his lips a little?" "Well, yes." Kinderman
You get angry, you punch someone in the face. Simple. Direct. Bloody. Fun!
What are you two doing in here?" Mike Iglehart wore an eye-blistering white lab coat and a surly expression. "This isn't some teenage make-out room."
My face flushed scarlet. "Excuse me?"
"We were using the computer!" Ben barked. "That's it.
Many things happen between the cup and the upper lip.
Sucking each other off?
I smiled, trying to look harmless.
"Don't do that. You'll freak everyone out," he ordered.
I dropped my smile.
"Now you look like you want to eat everyone."
"I do."
"I should smack you." He looked back at the humans. (Tommy & Danny)
rubbing the ointment into the creases of his knuckles, massaging
Screaming, it's not me. I tried it before! Action is more my thing. Not talking. It's hard for me to have word fights, fighting with words. I'd rather just listen.
The flaming hug attack of doom.
The kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.
My mouth has a tendency to get me into trouble, but because I'm so small and I take on people who are lager than me. If someone punched me, I'd get my drummer beat them up.
It's like Gone with the Wind or something. Strictly the 1939 brand of slapping. It only works because the slapper loves the slapee, and the slappee knows it.
howling alternately
Spare us the pout, there's enough lip in the world without you adding to it.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
wankers snorting
CSL - cock- sucking-lips.
That's what happens when bodies start slapping.
I stepped back, pivoted on a heel, and swivelled my hip for a side kick. It probably seemed, to a casual observer, that I was warming up, taking a few well-aimed kicks at an inanimate object.
But in my mind, THWACK, I was kicking, THWACK, a certain Master vampire, THWACK, in the face.
For God's sake. Don't do that."
"Don't do what?"
"Smile."
"How do you know I'm smiling?"
"I can hear it. Hell, I can feel it. It's all warm and sweet and ... " He scowled. "Bah.
Dry-humping, I believe it's called.
It's like an angel crying on your tongue.
A kiss is a lovely trick to stop speech.
Mrs. Jaffee a little earlier. I asked if he was escorting Mrs. Jaffee. "Certainly," he said virtuously. "She is my client. What's that noise you're making?" "It's something special," I told him, "and takes a lot of practice. Don't try it offhand. It's a derisive chortle.
Hurrying, dragging, falling, crying, calling out names hopefully and hopelessly.
Affectionate violence. For when a hug just won't do. That's a Hallmark card for you.
A slap or a fat check is what it takes if you want to see all the passions that go beating about behind a face take a sudden tack. It's as beautiful as watching a sailing ship maneuvering in a stormy sea. The whole person keels over in the changed wind.
Kissing was making love, kissing was fucking, kissing was sex with their lips.
A bitter hatred was lifting his lip from his teeth.
Talking back and being quite aggressive about stuff and not giving a care in the world about anyone. So it was more, I think, that way and I think that's what happened in that party when I stood in between two people.
Ol' Shoot from the Lip, we call him.
Trying your best to bring the water to your eyes, thinking it might stop her from woopin' your behind.
When your mouth drops open, click the shutter.
smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage
I'm kissing you because sometimes I can't not kiss you.
What passes the
lips goes straight to the hips.
It's the kind of kiss that ends with clothes on the floor and somebody getting dicked out up against the wall.
Bein' cooped up indoors. The little finger waggled briefly.
He bit his lip to keep from screaming like a little girl. I can't believe you were afraid to ride on my bike. You drive this car (a Mini Cooper) around as if a collision with anything bigger than a gnat swarm wouldn't turn it into a rolling coffin. - Tyler to Ellie
To make another person hold his tongue, be you first silent.
Sometimes, very occasionally, you do your best boxing with your mouth.
Spanking must be steady, rhythmic, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, moving from one area to another until both cheeks glow with a rosy bloom that lights the charge and sends the electric message to the restless clitoris.
I'm pretty sure you just kissed me."
"Yes, I did. Shall I apologize?"
"What for?"
"It was terribly impolite. I didn't ask your permission.
"Nix, I know you're faking the static." She could picture her sister blowing into her fist directly at the receiver. The static abruptly stopped. "Why?"
"It seamed less rude than the alternative."
"What's that?"
Click.
How do you know all this? Jeez, Tory, you're a kid. Act like it. (Geary)
(Tory reached out and punched her on the arm.)
Ow! What was that for? (Geary)
Unexpected and irrational emotional outbursts. Isn't that what teenagers are supposed to do? Oh, and sulk. A lot. (Tory)
pointing handheld communication devices at themselves. The females puckered their lips for the devices. Perhaps mimicking an anus? He wasn't sure.
throwing himself into a chair in a manner which implied that he would rather have flung it at the head of his host.
Keeping a smile on your lips even when you're on the verge of tears. Feeling sorry for those who show their feelings.
Bottling up his malice to be suppressed and brought out with increased violence.
Nothing like a suck of the breast.
Stuff like looking me over as if you wanna lick every square inch of me and then blushing about it. It's taking every bit of willpower I have and then some not to come over there and kiss you.
Crush! Kill! And above all - cackle!