Wet Jeans Quotes & Sayings

I gladly shucked off my wet, muddy jeans and put on the new pair. I noticed she hadn't bought me any underwear; Granuaile either didn't think of it or she did think of it and decided that I should go commando.
I tore open the package of undershirts and gingerly pulled a black one over my head before tucking it into my jeans. Though I was now dressed in similar fashion to Coyote, I figured he could keep the cowboy hat and I'd rock the tattoos.
Granuaile gave me a good once-over and her gaze felt less than innocent, but all she said was, Much better. — Kevin Hearne

I would love to go back and travel the road not taken, if I knew at the end of it I'd find the same set of grandkids. — Robert Breault

When I'm around you all I can think about is touching you. Tasting you. Having you. I want to push you against that car, pull off your jeans, your T-shirt. Spread you naked against the metal. Stroke you till you're so wet you're dripping. Then push my cock inside you. Make you come so hard you scream. — Jackie Ashenden

Victoria turned and got her first look at the shower-fresh version of Ford Dixon. Gorgeous as ever; six-foot plus inches of incredibly blue eyes; wet, mussed hair; low-slung jeans; and a T-shirt stretched across his broad, solid chest.
And bare feet.
She heard the tiny cry of a hundred unfertilized eggs as one of her ovaries exploded. — Julie James

Ty's jeans were totally soaked and clung to him like a second skin, and Zane had to swallow hard. Jesus. "Good luck getting out of those gracefully," he rasped with a slight smile, still leaning against the wall.
"Good luck thinking for the next hour," Ty shot back with a smirk.
"Shit," Zane muttered, turning into the spray to wash before leaning and shutting the water off. — Abigail Roux

He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from the fevered maelstrom that set fire to the night sky. Fury in his step and passion furrowing his brow...He is my perfect storm... — Virginia Alison

The band broke into a cover of "Hungry Like the Wolf." I smiled up at mine. He was sexy even in soaking wet blue jeans. "Dance with me. — Lisa Kessler

His hair was still wet, and he was in a black long-sleeved T-shirt and tattered blue jeans. His feet were bare. Casual. Comfortable. Gorgeous. — Mary Lindsey

There's an explosion of Indian fiction of all kinds, from military thrillers to chicklit. I think that's exciting. — Hari Kunzru

I mostly wear hats or put scarves over my head because I like to have a low profile when I go out. — Ann-Margret

Did you forget the dressing room at the mall?"
Forget? I have wet dreams involving that day. "That's not my fault. You asked how you looked in those jeans."
"Good would have sufficed. Attempting to take them off wasn't necessary."
"They did look good. Good enough that I wanted to touch, and then I wanted to touch more."
Echo laughs, and the sound warms my heart. "They have security cameras. People go to jail over stuff like that."
I roll onto my side and drape my leg over hers. "I had you covered from sight. Very covered." Backed her up against the wall and covered her body with every inch of mine.
That siren smile that I love so much crosses her face. Her fingers reach up and trace the line of my jaw. "You are the most impossible person I know."
"Damn straight. — Katie McGarry

Gotham Games called me, and I could not be more thrilled. I've been waiting to be in a video game forever, so when they called there was no hesitation. — Cindy Margolis

Human existence may be simpler than we thought. There is no predestination, no unfathomed mystery of life. Demons and gods do not vie for our allegiance. Instead, we are self-made, independent, alone, and fragile, a biological species adapted to live in a biological world. What counts for long-term survival is intelligent self-understanding, based upon a greater independence of thought than that tolerated today even in our most advanced democratic societies. — E. O. Wilson

Jake wasn't about to be seduced like some schoolgirl. Not by a man who went by the unlikely name of Tornado, not by anyone. He stood as firmly as he could in the mud and tore his mouth from the kiss, staring into too dark eyes. As his hands made their way into Tor's wet jeans he said, This doesn't mean I like you, you know. — Chris Owen

What makes America great is that we can come together during times of national tragedy. — Dennis Hastert

I focused on him. Everything still seemed blurry, but he was close enough that I could see him. He was completely soaked. His jeans, shoes, jacket, and shirt. He was just as wet as I was. His normally messy blond hair was darker and flat to his head from the weight of the water.
Dark shadows haunted his eyes and his lips were pale from the cold.
"You jumped in after me," I whispered.
"I'd jump into the pits of hell for you, Rim. — Cambria Hebert

Do you want me to strip those tiny jeans off your body? Bend you over my knee? You want my palm slapping against your ass till it turns bright pink? Until my fingers slip between your thighs to test how wet you are? — Jana Aston

She took it out of my hand and stepped forward wrapping her arm around me and pushing it into the back pocket of my jeans patting my ass lightly after. "You keep it, that one was on the house, a free sample." she teased as she put her hand on my chest and pushed gently guiding me out of the door.

"The trouble with free samples is they're never quite enough, they always leave you wanting more, just enough to wet your appetite teasingly." I said honestly. — Kirsty Moseley

Because they're wet, Noah's jeans are a bit stubborn sliding down, but he's successful, and in the mirror I'm drawn to his naked body. I love the raw power of his shoulder blades and the curve of his back that trails lower to his ... my mouth dries out ... oh, crap ... his butt is ... how do I describe something so exquisite?
Everything about Noah is sexy, and as he bends to pull the jeans off his foot
"If you get in the shower with me, Echo, you'd get a better look and you'd warm up." — Katie McGarry

I'm going to take my time, slowly peeling off your shirt, your bra, kiss your nipples until they are so hard that you're begging me to bite them. Then I'll take off your jeans, inch by torturous inch, enjoying the show of your thighs before I reach your panties. I bet they're ridiculously wet. Even right now, I bet they are soaked. I bet they'd taste good too. Then I'm going to fuck your wet pussy so good that you'll wonder how you survived this long without me. — Karina Halle

Unless and until our society recognizes cyber bullying for what it is, the suffering of thousands of silent victims will continue. — Anna Maria Chavez

Every once in a while, in newspapers, magazines, and biographical dictionaries, I run upon sketches of my life, wherein, delicately phrased, I learn that it was in order to study sociology that I became a tramp. This is very nice and thoughtful of the biographers, but it is inaccurate. I became a tramp - well, because of the life that was in me, of the wanderlust in my blood that would not let me rest. Sociology was merely incidental; it came afterward, in the same manner that a wet skin follows a ducking. I went on "The Road" because I couldn't keep away from it; because I hadn't the price of the railroad fare in my jeans; because I was so made that I couldn't work all my life on "one same shift"; because - well, just because it was easier to than not to. — Jack London

I was on tour with Michael Jackson for a while; I did the 'Dangerous' and 'History' tours. I was also on tour with Diana Ross. — Cris Judd

A natural way that an economist approaches a problem is to say, here's where I think the economy is going; this is what we need to deal with the problem. — Christina Romer

Let me say that the path I did take for a brief period of my life was not of reckless drug use, hurting others, but it was a path of quiet rebellion, of a little experimentation of a darker side of my confusion in a confusing world, lost in the midst of finding my identity. — Jennifer Capriati

I didn't win prom king. By that point, I'd quit sports except for soccer, so I was really just a theater guy. I totally lost to the captain of the football team. — Patrick Wilson