Strip Tease Quotes

The first time I heard him speak, I was sunk; his voice made my stomach do a skydive to my toes without a parachute. His voice reminded me of jazz and the bedroom and a strip tease: melodic, deep, soothing, slightly sandpapery, but with an irreverent, careless quality. I daydreamed about him reading me a book, the newspaper, a greeting card, an eviction notice - anything. ~ Penny Reid

The most frequent manifestations of the anima takes the form of erotic fantasy. Men may be driven to nurse their fantasies by looking at films and strip-tease shows, or by day-dreaming over pornographic material. This is a crude, primitive aspect of the anima, which becomes compulsive only when a man does not sufficiently cultivate his feeling relationships-when his feeling attitude toward life has remained infantile. ~ C. G. Jung

It's like a bunch of hookers advertising their cellulite/ stretch- mark infested bodies to the highest bidder, and then claiming they deserve respect. Crawling on their hands and knees, pupils dilated on the high of greed, licking their lips almost tasting their next job of self- whoredom, and nothing is more tempting than the idea of Mr. Ellison. He could pay for tricks perform by the Pope, chandler-swinging strip-tease nuns.. No one has ever said "NO" to the idea of money and therefore no one has ever said "No" to Mr. Ellison and actually meant it... and then you have to wonder why he has no respect for people? ~ Avra Amar Filion

How could I not fall in love with him," she asked. And on the tail end of her words, her bedroom door flew open and closed just as fast.

Jen bent over, panting heavily as she looked up at Sally.

"Hey Sally girl. Who we falling in love with?" Jen asked breathlessly.

"Jen, what's wrong?" Sally paused and then decided on a better question. "What have you done now?"

Jen stood up and took two deep breaths. Seeming to have regained her wind, she spoke quickly.

"First off, I've changed my mind. I don't want you to name your first born after me."

Sally interrupted. "Thank goodness for that," she muttered.

"I want you to name your entire freaking litter after me," Jen growled. "Do you know what I've been through?" Jen's arms were flinging around as she glared at Sally. "I did that little strip tease to try and keep things from escalating with the rest of the pack and Decebel was beyond pissed. I had to sneak out of the gathering room and make a run for it. I've been running through the freaking forest trying to throw him off by changing back and forth so that I could place my clothes that I carried in my freaking muzzle. CARRIED IN MY MUZZLE SALLY! I put them in different places to throw off him off my scent." Jen went over to Sally's window and was trying to judge the danger of using it as an exit. ~ Quinn Loftis

You can get a large audience together for a strip-tease act - that is, to watch a girl undress on the stage. Now suppose you came to a country where you could fill a theatre by simply bringing a covered plate on to the stage and then slowly lifting the cover so as to let every one see, just before the lights went out, that it contained a mutton chop or a bit of bacon, would you not think that in that country something had gone wrong with the appetite for food? ~ C.S. Lewis

With Aerobic Strip Tease, you can do it at home - it makes it easier for women that don't want to go to the gym. ~ Carmen Electra

First, we must face that unexpected revelation, the strip-tease of our humanism. There you can see it, quite naked, and it's not a pretty sight. It was nothing but an ideology of lies, a perfect justification for pillage; its honeyed words, its affection of sensibility were only alibis for our aggressions. A fine sight they are too, the believers in non-violence, saying that they are neither executioners nor victims. ~ Jean-Paul Sartre

I am only thirty
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot -
The big strip tease.
Gentleman, ladies

These are my hands
My knees
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To that same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

'A miracle!'
That knocks me out. ~ Sylvia Plath

God, his eyes! I've never seen eyes that make me want to gasp and giggle and do a strip tease all at once. But these do. ~ M. Leighton

Sometimes life has to strip us in order to save us. ~ Craig D. Lounsbrough

Social conservatism, business conservatism: the one side constitutes the other, like some infernal Mobius strip. ~ Rick Perlstein

When you push a car off a cliff and blow it up, be sure to roll the windows down to avoid shrapnel. Also, strip the license plate so you're not billed for the cleanup. ~ Hunter S. Thompson

Most films are rooted in a book or a comic strip, but I don't go out there saying I want to do adaptations. ~ Ralph Fiennes

I'm a bit of a tease. I'd make out with a lot of people but not go beyond that. ~ Pete Wentz

I want to take you home, strip these clothes off your beautiful body, and have my way with you," I say. Then, because some things change but some things stay the same, I brush my lips against the column of her throat and kiss a hot trail to her ear, like she used to crave."
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"I want that. You know I want that."
"Me, too." My voice is rough with need.
"But I was really enjoying our awkward first date banter, too," she says with a twitch of her lips, that makes me grin as well.
"We were rocking the I-have-no-clue-what-to-say chitchat, weren't we?"
"Like nobody's business. ~ Lauren Blakely

In good truth he had started in London with some vague idea that as his life in it would not be of long continuance, the pace at which he elected to travel would be of little consequence; but the years since his first entry into the Metropolis were now piled one on top of another, his youth was behind him, his chances of longevity, spite of the way he had striven to injure his constitution, quite as good as ever. He had come to that period of existence, to that narrow strip of tableland, whence the ascent of youth and the descent of age are equally discernible - when, simply because he has lived for so many years, it strikes a man as possible he may have to live for just as many more, with the ability for hard work gone, with the boon companions scattered, with the capacity for enjoying convivial meetings a mere memory, with small means perhaps, with no bright hopes, with the pomp and the circumstance and the fairy carriages, and the glamour which youth flings over earthly objects, faded away like the pageant of yesterday, while the dreary ceremony of living has to be gone through today and tomorrow and the morrow after, as though the gay cavalcade and the martial music, and the glittering helmets and the prancing steeds were still accompanying the wayfarer to his journey's end.
Ah! my friends, there comes a moment when we must all leave the coach with its four bright bays, its pleasant outside freight, its cheery company, its guard who blows the horn so merrily through ~ Charlotte Riddell

Of the latter, they cut each truck in two, shipped them into the secret field in two C-47 transports, then welded them together in the field. It was a model of American ingenuity, and by midsummer, the strip was up and working. ~ John R. Bruning

He loves to tease and nettle me to the brink of murder, but I wouldn't have it any other way. He is everything in this world to me. Samia ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

On a far-flung parcel of government land situated somewhere in the vast reaches of parched American western desert sits an abandoned and long forgotten government facility known as Lost Cactus. That is what the shadowy agency ~ that operates there to this day ~ wants everyone from presidents on down to John Q. Public to believe. ~ John Hopkins

A Boat is to Sail,
So it leaves a glittery trail..
The Sun is to Shine,
So with rays hopes it aligns..
The Rains are to Pour,
Causing a Tease,
Innocent droplets on Face,
Moment to seize.
The Mountains stand tall,
So to watch the sky a little close,
Top when you go,
Breeze with it, brings a Rose.
The flowers blossom,
To view and say "Awesome"
Nature you Nature..
In ways my Heart you stirr. ~ Somya Kedia

Teasing was big in my family, and there is a wonderful way to tease and make people feel more loved. ~ David Walton

The peddling of fear in any form as incentive to faith remains the most egregious sin that can be committed in the name of Jesus. It feels very good to name the enemy and thank God that you are not like "those people." But if Christianity is to survive, someone needs to stand up in the middle of one of these hapless sermons and quote the comic-strip character Pogo: "We have met the enemy, and he is us. ~ Robin Meyers

Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts I never really dreamed of heaven much Until we put him in the ground. There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free ~ Conor Oberst

In 2010, Iceland - with a lesbian prime minister and a parliament that is 50 percent female - became the first country in the world to outlaw strip clubs for feminist, rather than religious, reasons. I ~ Caitlin Moran

Since the 1970s, we have witnessed the forces of market fundamentalism strip education of its public values, critical content, and civic responsibilities as part of its broader goal of creating new subjects wedded to consumerism, risk-free relationships, and the destruction of the social state. ~ Henry Giroux

Strip your psyche to the bare bones of spontaneous process, and you give yourself one chance in a thousand to make the Pass. ~ William S. Burroughs

I wouldn't want you to get in the shower and then pass out or some such. How about if I help you get out of your clothes? I'm an expert in platonic undressings." He gave me that wicked smile. "Give it a rest. I'm not going to strip naked in front of you, and I'd rather pee in private." "Half the injuries in a home happen in the bathroom. What kind of friend would I be to let you face that kind of danger alone? I mean, sure, you walked out of death, but this is a shower." "Shame. Get out of my bathroom. ~ Devon Monk

Then I strip the pants away from each leg, like peeling a banana. That's it, the perfect metaphor: peeling a banana. ~ Rick Yancey

I'm childish and silly. Most people tease me because I'm a bit daft. ~ Harriet Walter

He leans down and places a soft kiss on my nose. "What was that about?" I ask. Ronan smirks, running his hand through his hair and disheveling it a little. "Just felt like kissing your nose." "Weirdo," I tease. ~ Mia Asher

You're breaking my heart."
At the sound of Rider's voice, I wheeled around, clutching my bag to my side. First thing I noticed was the faded Ravens emblem stretched over his broad chest, and then I forced my eyes up. The slight scruff along his jaw was gone. Nothing but smooth skin today.
No notebook. Hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, a familiar, crooked grin pulled at Rider's lips, causing the dimple in his right cheek to pop. He stepped forward, and my heart did a backflip as he dipped his chin. I felt his warm breath on the side of my cheek as he spoke.
"You didn't respond to my text last night," he said, and there was a light, teasing tone I didn't remember from before. "I thought maybe you didn't realize it was me, but that would mean someone else would be texting you good-night and calling you Mouse. I'm not sure how I feel about that. ~ Jennifer L. Armentrout

Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart. ~ Pablo Neruda

To my mind, there are no unattractive women; only those who haven't been awakened by love ... A woman is often like a strip of film-obliterated, insignificant-until a man puts the light behind her. ~ George Hamilton

The ironic is a mere ancient whisper in this torqued narrative: its odd violence feels true. Today & Tomorrow crashes through the windows of strip malls and paints the hypertrophic aisles with bristly-creepy hilarity. ~ Stacey Levine

If you strip away all the trappings of personality and lifestyle, what are the core components that make me me? ~ Blake Crouch

A level three asking a level one for advice? What happened? Did your whip malfunction?"
"Stop it, I'm laughing so hard." Rio set down his ale glass, licking the spicy ale from his lips. "Here's the thing. I'm sexy as hell, I have women crawling at my feet, begging for me. I can make them orgasm by looking at them and telling them they want to. What I don't know how to do is . . . touch them."
"What are you talking about? You touch women all the time."
Rio shook his head. "No, I fuck them. I tease them. I spank them. I don't touch them."
"Ah, I think I see what you mean. Who's the woman?"
"A gorgeous, redheaded virgin." Rio broke off. "I don't know why, but she's made me more turned on than I've ever been in my life." No, he did know why. She was beautiful, sweet, lickable and he wanted to fuck her and fuck her until he couldn't take any more.
"Uh-oh," Aiden said.
"What uh-oh? And wipe that grin off your face. ~ Allyson James

You're so blantantly attracted to me, it's hard not to tease you ~ Colleen Hoover

Mira, I'm about to be naked," Blue said as he whipped off his belt and tossed it on the floor. "So watch out. Well, in my underwear."
"I've seen you in your bathing suit," Mira said. "It's the same thing."
"It is not the same thing," Blue said. "When it's accompanied by seventies porn music, it's an X-rated strip show." Blue yanked off his shirt. "Freddie, you're kind of slow on the uptake. Eine kleine porn music, please."
Freddie scrunched his forehead in distaste. "I don't want to plug my guitar in just so I can play some bow-chicka-wow-wow accompaniment to your strip show.
Mira laughed. "Bow-chicka-what was that, Freddie? ~ Sarah Cross

Things are embarrassing, best to avoid them. But since your death I prefer a naturalist style of conversation. Let's strip it down to what matters. Let's have emotions and beliefs on show without the modest covering of small talk. ~ Rosamund Lupton

You walk into a strip club with a wad of cash; they all flock around you. Strippers are just pigeons with tits. They go where the bread is. ~ Chris Hardwick

The girl really needed to let him go.
This was the voyage Gray went respectable. And it was off to a very bad start.
It was all her fault-this delicate wisp of a governess, with that porcelain complexion and her big, round eyes tilting up at him like Wedgwood teacups. She looked as if she might break if he breathed on her wrong, and those eyes keep beseeching him, imploring him, making demands. Please, rescue me from this pawing brute. Please, take me on your ship and away to Tortola. Please, strip me out of this revolting gown and initiate me in the pleasure of the flesh right here on the barstool.
Well, innocent miss that she was, she might have lacked words to voice the third quite that way. But worldly man that he was, Gray cold interpret the silent petition quite clearly. He only wished he could discourage his body's instinctive, affirmative response.
He didn't know what to do with the girl. He ought to do the respectable thing, seeing as how this voyage marked the beginning of his respectable career. But Miss Turner had him pegged. He was no kind of gentleman, and damned if he knew the respectable thing. Allowing a young, unmarried, winsome lady to travel unaccompanied probably wasn't it. But then, if he refused her, who was to say she wouldn't end up in an even worse situation? The chit couldn't handle herself for five minutes in a tavern. Was he truly going to turn her loose on the Gravesend quay? ~ Tessa Dare

The Naked Truth ©2012 Lyrics and Music by Michele Jennae

V. 1
We dress ourselves in the lies of others
Lessening who we are
We clothe ourselves in our own self doubt
Holding on to scars
Take off the mask of uncertainty,
Let me see your face
Remove your disguise of hopelessness
Stand tall in this place

CHORUS
The naked truth is that you're… beautiful
You always have been
The naked truth is that you're… incredible
You're a perfect ten (I'm going to say it again)


V. 2
We robe ourselves in mediocrity
And all for what
We hide behind our fear and frustration
Who says you didn't make the cut?
Strip off the feelings of inferiority
Show us who you are
Let me see the winner inside you
Baby you're gonna go far

BRIDGE
Why would you want to be anybody else
Other than who you are?
Because the fact of the matter is
you're a shining star ~ Michele Jennae

What is the easiest, the most comfortable thing for a writer to do? To congratulate the society in which he lives: to admire its biceps, applaud its progress, tease it endearingly about its follies. ~ Julian Barnes

In the bush he taught the knots I use to tie my blanket to my saddle Ds also the way I stand to use a carpenter's plane and the trick of catching fish with a bush fly and a strip of greenhide these things are like the dark marks made in the rings of great trees locked forever in my daily self. ~ Peter Carey

I was so dorky up until I was about 14 or 15 and started to get a little bit cooler, but I was a socks and sandals girl. I would wear big frilly socks with sandals and all the kids would tease me. ~ Teresa Palmer

REBEL
by Tatyana Dias
I have the might of separating the fight between darkness and light.
With ashes that surpasses my sight, crime in time slashes, isolating my rights.
I speak with my eyes, and visualize with my mind.
I'm on a quest that has left me possessed and stressed 'cause I envy the blessed and pity the depressed.
You can whip me, strip me, crucify me to a cross; my imagination within my deepest destination will not fall! ~ Susane Colasanti

I have friends that tease me about 'Without a Trace;' they say, 'You're really good at saying, 'Have you seen this person?' ~ Eric Close

I had to be so ugly that the humiliation I brought on myself would humiliate him, too. I would have to strip every last filament of golf from my skin - all the gold I had put there - and strip the fold from his skin, so that none of the gold on him would reflect onto me, and so we would be in utter darkness together. ~ Sheila Heti

Tonight, when the walls started closing in on me, I figured a drive in the country might be nice because I couldn't think of anything else to do. Then I got here, you opened the door, and I thought: Oh crap, he's going to think I'm a total stalker."

"Not at all." Seth raised their clasped hands and grinned. "I merely assumed you wanted to see my big hands again."

Laughing, she gave his shoulder a shove. "You're such a tease!"

His heart lightened. "Admitted without shame."

"Well, I'll forgive you," she quipped, "because you're letting me hold your hand." Drawing their clasped hands closer to her face, she cupped her free hand over them and smoothed circles over his as she assumed a comical expression of amazement. "Oooooooh. So big," she breathed.

Seth laughed. ~ Dianne Duvall

It is a great shame for anyone to listen to the accusation that Islam is a lie and that Muhammad was a fabricator and a deceiver. We saw that he remained steadfast upon his principles, with firm determination; kind and generous, compassionate, pious, virtuous, with real manhood, hardworking and sincere. Besides all these qualities, he was lenient with others, tolerant, kind, cheerful and praiseworthy and perhaps he would joke and tease his companions. He was just, truthful, smart, pure, magnanimous and present-minded; his face was radiant as if he had lights within him to illuminate the darkest of nights; he was a great man by nature who was not educated in a school nor nurtured by a teacher as he was not in need of any of this. ~ Thomas Carlyle

Let the mind be, along with countless other things, a landing strip for sacred visitations. ~ James Merrill