I asked as I tasted my bourbon on the rebound.
It tasted like perfume.
A cheeseburger had never tasted so good.
I never tasted it.
She touched, smelled and tasted everything she could, determined to remember every pleasurable part of every day she had left.
She took the roll and bit into it, surprised to find it tasted perfect.
It certainly tasted like beef, though the tangy spices were unfamiliar.
Now that he'd tasted the fires that burned in her voluptuous body, no other woman could ever so satisfy him.
It tasted even sweeter than that from the carafe.
He kept his hands behind his back and tasted her, enjoyed her, tested her without pushing either of them over the edge.
I don't think he's ever tasted one!
Nothing tasted good or settled on her stomach.
Every Italian artist and man of letters in an age of singular intellectual brilliancy tasted or hoped to taste of his bounty.
His hearers expected a story of how beside himself and all aflame with excitement, he had flown like a storm at the square, cut his way in, slashed right and left, how his saber had tasted flesh and he had fallen exhausted, and so on.
Betsy loved reveled in it and it fulfilled my needs; the wine did the trick and, I was hungry and the food tasted good.
He tasted blood and spit it out, rolling onto his back with a belly laugh.
Morning air had never tasted so wonderful!
Though his blood didn't ensnare her as Damian's did, it tasted familiar.
They parted instinctively, and she tasted him.
His lips were warm and tasted of sweetened coffee.
I tasted blood and it was hard to breath.
He opened to her, and she was thrilled to find he tasted as good as he smelled.
I can't remember the last time I tasted one, he whispered.
The broccoli tasted normal, and she ate all of them.
They weren't water cubes; they tasted of nothing she could identify.
"Sweet, little, defenseless, bet you're wet and taste just as sweet," the man who'd tasted her said.
She hadn't tasted it yet.
She touched her finger to the tip of her tongue, tasted, and then licked the rest of the blood off.
He tasted only ambrosia, sweet beyond imagination.
Carmen tasted the name on her tongue.
His lips were warm and tasted of fresh coffee.
"was ever constant in sacrificing to the gods"; and that he now, in the presence of the commissioners of the sacrifices (01 ripolAvoCTC,P Buo v), has both sacrificed and drunk [or has poured libations], and has tasted of the victims, in witness whereof he begs them to sign this certificate.
By a natural consequence of the spirit of conquest he had aroused, all these parvenus, having tasted victory, dreamed of sovereign power:
The origin of things is a problem which has everywhere ' Indra was a hawk when, " being well-winged, he carried to men the food tasted by the gods " (R.
In almost all the gates of hell are guarded by fierce beasts, and in Ojibway, Finnish, Greek, Papuan and Japanese myths no mortal visitor may escape from Hades who has once tasted the food of the dead.
Heitsi Eibib, like countless other gods and heroes, is also said to have been the son of a virgin who tasted a particular plant, and so became pregnant, as in the German and Gallophrygian marchen of the almond tree, given by Grimm and Pausanias.
Moreover, Professor Lloyd Morgan found that young birds that had tasted and rejected workers of the hive bee as unpalatable subsequently refused to taste not only drones, which have no sting, but also drone-flies.
Occasionally after having tasted human flesh, the jaguar becomes a confirmed man-eater.
In the retreat from Ctesiphon (117) the old emperor tasted for almost the first time the bitterness of defeat in the field.
Under such conditions the deeply-rooted nature of the blood-sucking instinct is most remarkable; for insects whose ancestors for many generations may not have tasted blood will seek for it with the utmost keenness and pertinacity so soon as an opportunity presents itself.
The idea that persons who have made their way to the abode of the dead can return to the upper world if they have not tasted the food of the dead appears elsewhere, as in New Zealand (R.
Xander tasted exotic like he smelled: dark, rich and sweet.