He was there below me, and, upon my word, to look at him was as edifying as seeing a dog in a parody of breeches and a featherhat, walking on his hind legs.
Empathy? What’s that?” Glokta winced as he rubbed at his aching leg. “It’s a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself.
Mum used to say we were the same soul split in two and walking around on four legs. It seems unnatural being born together and then dying apart.
I found myself being helped down to the car. That sort of help is actually a hindrance. If you ever see someone with a walking stick, that stick, and their arm, are actually a leg.
He takes my mouth with such fervor, my heart pounds harder than after I’ve just run for miles. My legs now feel like over cooked noodles.
Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and eyes. That is what gets you in the end. Faith is only a word, embroidered.
Well, with that filly in my line of vision blushing like a virgin, something in me was bound to stand at attention. And my walking legs were occupied.
His jeans, soft against her legs, made her realize that twice tonight they'd done the deed with him more dressed than not. She liked such desperation in a man.
What's it like? Being married? Cold feet. Middle of the night you're sleeping, suddenly, wham, you've got ice cold feet warming themselves on the back of your legs.
Besides, my drinking blood's not nearly as weird as that time I caught you shaving your legs." "I was curious!
Holy hell," Shawn whispered, his eyes glued to Ziang's front. Particularly to what Ziang have between his legs. "Dude, where's your dick?
Verence would rather cut his own leg off than put a witch in prison, since it'd save trouble in the long run and probably be less painful.
I feel like having another thigh and calf would give me a leg up on my competition.
It’s hard when you’re missing your family. You wake up every morning like someone took one of your legs.
There’s always a choice. That’s God’s way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There’s no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.
Shall I count to ten and then ring a bell before I dive down between your legs?” Dustin teased and sent her a wicked smile.
When I describe love to an emotional Helen Keller, I usually say it has four legs, fur, and possesses the ability to either purr or meow.
Most people fight with their fists. But I fight with my legs. I fight to stay, but they fight to run. Luckily for them, I don't fight very hard.
I can’t fly with one wing. But I can’t go hungry either, and I already ate both the legs, the breasts, and the other wing.
I can cross my arms and I can cross my legs, but nothing seems to cross my mind.
She had sexy legs. They were attached to her torso. Or maybe those were her arms.
