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I will wear tights even if it's 100 degrees outside. Tights are my safety blanket.
I love the sassy skinnies; that's what I usually wear.
Skin is not only an envelope protecting the inner body, or a membrane that allows exchange between exterior and interior of the body. It also serves as a mingling point between the outer world and inner self, and between body and soul.
Stiff, huh? I think seeing you roll around on the floor in that tight little outfit accomplished that.
He felt comfortable and broken-in like favourite jeans
My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me.
If people turn to look at you on the street, you are not well dressed, but either too stiff, too tight, or too fashionable.
Never can tell when you might come on somebody needs skinning.
Doesn't he own a shirt?" I asked, grabbing a spade. "Unfortunately, I don't think so. Not even in the winter. He's always running around half-dressed." She groaned. "Its disturbing that I have to see so much of his ... skin. Yuck." Yuck for her. And hot damn for me.
I had to admit the man looked amazing in jeans. The ancient denim clung lightly to his hips and followed the long lines of some remarkable thigh muscles. And although I made a point of not checking out his rear view, my peripheral vision was having a very good day." ~ Haven Travis on Hardy Cates
My sister the booty police.
That was a lot of skin for a Tuesday.
Beauty is only skin Deep
You have long since known that safe is a film skin thing
The word 'tight' has twenty-two definitions, but my favorite is Webster's fifth - "a bond which cannot be broken.
My skin is so thin that the innocent words of others burn holes right through me.
Underwear is the female second skin.
I'd rather wear bare skin than raw silk any day.
Beauty is only skin deep, but who gives a shit what's under their skin anyway?
If you are only an underling, don't dress too fine.
He wore pointy-toed leather shoes, designer pants that were way too tight, and a god-awful silk shirt with the top three buttons open. Maybe he thought he looked like a groovy love god, but the guy couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds, and he had a bad case of acne.
Their skin hung loose over their bodies like suits they had inherited from larger ancestors, with the trousers ridiculously baggy.
The truth is like Spandex ... It may not look like a good fit at first, but if you ease into it and wiggle around, it winds up fitting your skin.
Our bodies are temples of the Lord. We should earn respect and admiration for our hearts, not for showing skin to look sexy.
He wore his personality like a suit that was too tight.
Who I ram strangers my skin.
Beauty Is More Than Skin Deep
If you're a bit spongy, vulnerable to the unsettling energy of others, count yourself lucky. You've been given an incentive to armor up, to consciously screen out the ubiquitous stresses that afflict humanity.
Is it sexy in here or is it just me? - T-shirt.
This skin is a nuisance. This skin that separates you and me ... it is a nuisance.
Inauguration Security was tighter than Kirstie Alley in a pair of spandex pants.
abysmally beshitted.
breeches and a rough smock
We're not naked, we're skyclad!
Stay away
from men who peel the skin
of other women, forcing you to
wear them.
...your skin is so tight you can't shut your eyes without opening your mouth.
We are naked, lance-constable!' 'Only technically. This mud really sticks.' 'I mean underneath the mud!' said Angua. 'Yes, but if we had clothes on we'd be naked underneath them, too!' Sally pointed out.
Often you see people on the red carpet with tight up-dos, but that makes me feel stiff.
One who's naked shouldn't judge apparel,
Skin is really important; after all, it's my business.
Our skin is what stands between us and the world.
I'm not naked, I'm in the band.
I'm okay in my skin, you know ... I'm okay with who I am.Skin-- Dana Plato
Sexual underwear is tacky.
I feel comfortable in my skin ... I used to run around my house naked when I was 13.
The soul of this man is his clothes.
Me in a cape? I don't fancy that. Tight tights? Nah! I don't think that's right for me. I just respond more to true stories; that's my flavour.
A too tight white shirt," she continued as though he hadn't interrupted, "strained across a great chest, really great biceps, and his head under the hood of the car, a little sweaty, a little messy, a lot handy."
"You sound like a pimp.
Dressed to strip?'
'You know - expensive clothes that feel good in your hands while you take them off him.
I don't like when juice wears tights, its a horrible combination when juice wears tights.
My skin is broken out from subconscious anxiety and tension, self-induced. Nothing is more difficult than lashing a vagrant mind suddenly into long self-imposed stints of concentration.
But this is Miami, you can't come to Miami and not show any skin. You gotta show something. If you're all covered up in this heat, you're gonna make me pass out out just to look at you. It's sweaty in Miami-but the diamonds will keep me cool.
I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone into his pocket.
"I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that," said Jordan. "We better get you something nice to wear, though," he called as Simon headed back into his room. "I want you to look pretty.
The Classic Notting Hill junkie, i.e; Armani underwear, Pink's shirt and Burberry belt tourniquets
The attire, before and now:
When it fits you, it feels you.
When they see you, you seize them.
But, today,
When it fits you, it freaks you.
When they see you, they cease you.
Garments are our second skin, and the truer of the two for being the one we choose.
Every woman in public life needs to develop skin as tough as rhinoceros hide,
Just as bones, tissues, intestines, and blood vessels are enclosed in a skin that makes it possible to bear the sight of a human being, so the agitations and passions of the soul are wrapped up in vanity: it is the soul's skin.
If I had butterscotch pants and a cheetah sweater ... I'd be just fine.
Darling, you know how I like the sight of a stiff one.
She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.
...she wears a summer nightgown, white cotton trimmed with a token bit of lace at the neck and sleeves. She dislikes the itchiness of the lace against her skin, the sense of delicate entrapment.
This is my skin. It keeps out the rain and words I'd rather not hear like "I'm tired" or "I'm fine" or "We need to talk."
This is my skin and it's thick. This is not your skin. Yet you are still under it.
I like the rough feel of denim against my pussy. Even more after rough sex.
Vickery, a slim fellow in his early fifties, had already sweated through his uniform. His shirt clung to his chest, and his pants puckered out in back where an ass should have been.
He wore a threadbare white T-shirt that should've been as noteworthy as a bowl of oatmeal. Instead, it clung to his chest like it had aspirations of taking over for his skin. Hell, she'd have the same life goal.
I'm very uncomfortable in my own skin.
You need to wear less clothing, lass.
Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.
I suppose you've got to look like you're made of steel for nudity. You've got to get some arms on you.
I'm too tasteful for my pants.
Clothes don't have magic powers, Derek. They don't mystically protect you from three-inch claws, rapists, or murderers. If someone decides to hurt you, they will do so whether or not you have a thin layer of denim over your skin.
At least I'm not pussy-whipped." "Nice. Fucking. Suit.
Killer skirt, deadly legs.
If you're dirty, what in this world isn't?!
A person has to be comfortable in his or her own skin.
Why is your skin the best feeling in the world?
I waited my whole life to be a woman, so now my clothes are fairly tight.
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
The ideal attitude is to be physically loose and mentally tight.
showered and dressed in jeans and a white eyelet
You have to be comfortable in what you're wearing.
Many of my friends and colleagues are in the public eye, so they have to pay close attention to what they wear. But every woman needs to stay on her toes in this era of cell-phone cameras and Facebook.
I live in my house as I live inside my skin: I know more beautiful, more ample, more sturdy and more picturesque skins: but it would seem to me unnatural to exchange them for mine.
Even in normal life, I'm not the skinniest model.
Packed tight like a case of celery, only much darker than that. They were all against her, she could see. So many were there against her that a light slap from each one of them would have beat her to death. She felt them pelting her with dirty thoughts.
I find clothes so constricting!
Oh God, is this like Silence of the Lambs?" Tears flowed down her face. "I don't want to go down the hole! I won't put lotion on the skin! Look at me, you won't be able to wear my skin, I won't cover your huge ass!" She wailed.
Although I am able to walk about freely, I am a prisoner in my skin.
I am a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man!
We are spiritual beings walking around in these crazy skin suits. Our insides are much more important than our outsides.
I think we're dating now" "Come on ... I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started on the sponge bath afterward.
Herbert used to say that he was as tight as the paper on the wall.
Sometimes you have to show a little skin. This reminds boys of being naked, and then they think of sex.
I feel very comfortable - literally and metaphorically - in my skin.
Lawdy Mama, those Friday nights when Suzy wore her dresses down tight.
There's nothing sexy about skin and bone. You gotta have some junk in the trunk.
thin and elegant as a mantis
behaving in an almost giddy fashion, some slathering on sunscreen in
He had been trussed up like a chicken in his own breeches.