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Tag Name "Tickling" (10)
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In that moment, Lux felt complete for the first time. He hadn’t even realized anything was missing until he met her, but now, with her curled up in his arms, her hair tickling against his chin, he couldn’t imagine existing without her - Virtue - A Fairy Tale
Amanda Hocking
You can get around to meaningful conversations more quickly in the dark than with the sun tickling your face.
Anne Frank
Everything in the film [Tickling], which was vetted by lawyers, is perfectly legal. I'm not losing any sleep over what I did.
David Farrier
He froze as the scent of her hair met him. It was touching his cheek,tickling him. I cant afford this, he thought, but he didnt move, watching her finger trace the new line. He cracked my mirror,she said, clearly angry.
Kim Harrison
Words, he said, is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life.
Roald Dahl
If someone is in a bad mood, tickling only makes it worse.
Amy Krouse Rosenthal
Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.
Cecelia Ahern
What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?
John Donne
Laughter almost ever cometh of things most disproportioned to ourselves and nature: delight hath a joy in it either permanent or present laughter hath only a scornful tickling.
Philip Sidney
Pressed up against him, I can feel the thud of his heart against mine, his ribcase expanding and contracting rapidly against my chest, the warm whisper of his breath tickling the side of my neck, the brush of his leg against my thigh. Resting my arms on his shoulders, I pull back a little to get a look at his face. But he isn't smiling any more.
Tabitha Suzuma