Best 24 quotes of Poppet on MyQuotes

And you had to do that in a thunderstorm pissing down like a camel?

Eve is married to my credit card, not me

Guys like you would try to shag the button hole in a fur coat.

he just clamps his lips over mine and sticks his tongue so far into my mouth I feel like I'm being examined by the ENT gynae

He's lighting up my life and I don't even know his name. He's already perfect.

His sniff rips a new piece off my heart.

His voice... my nipples are like tuning forks responding to that pitch – that purrrrr.

I don't know what's in the water but chivalrous men seem to be landing here along with the weird lights in the sky and nine coloured rainbows. They said the end of the world was close, I just didn't expect men with manners to be part of the equation

If you fuck like your eyes do, your wife must be one delighted lady.

I'll email you,” he says as if he's asking me into the cellar to taste his vintage champagne.

I'm there to block your next move. This is a game

I quite enjoy the banter actually. I mean, you don't meet many females who can come back at you as fast as you can throw it out at them. I prefer a more graphic dialogue as a forerunner to sex though: if they have the guts to spell it out for me in glorious Technicolor that always gets my interest.

Mandy (lentil eating, lesbian, long socks) in PR

Nothing works. My throat, my eyelids - nothing but my heart, which - oh god – am I having a panic attack? No, no, you don't almost orgasm with a panic attack.

Not that I did, bang her that is. I’m not saying I wouldn’t, how could I ever be sure about something like that?

she never even wore stockings; just those bullet proof tights that you see on old maids.

She wears those old fashioned pj's like body armour. Going to bed these days is like wresting with Kevlar.

There's a time and a place for everything.”...Yes. This is my time and you are in my place.

The sad thing is that sometimes I just wanna roll over and give her a little cuddle, but the bolster pillow she insists on sleeping with down the middle of the bed between us means I’d need to be a mountaineer as well as a locksmith.

The soy is seeping through the material like a BP oil slick in a Louisiana swamp.

The telltale clenching of hands into fists is all the invitation I need as I close the gap to hound his personal space. Suck on my aura you spineless shit!

They're so retarded they think stereotype means typing with both hands.

We must have been very very bad in our last lives, cos karma's busy making macramé with us.

What the hell do you want from me?” “Spontaneous combustion.