What is "moistness"

Usage examples of "moistness".

Light glimmered dimly on their burnished armor, revealing the living moistness of their eyes.

The memory of his mouth, its moistness, its warmth mingling with hers brought a surge of pleasure.

He pushed his tongue between her lips, into the warm moistness of her mouth.

The vague memory of kissing that mouth, feeling its warmth and moistness, swept into her mind, bringing another wave of embarrassment.

He responded to her hard, passionate kiss, letting his tongue probe and taste the moistness of her mouth.

Juliana swiped at the moistness gathered in the corners of her eyes and she sucked in calming breaths.

Suddenly he was aware of the pulse that beat in his throat, the hotness of his face, the moistness of his palms.

She felt her own body growing warmer, felt the languid moistness beginning.

The flush of moistness readying her feminine passage, readying her for a man.

Her tongue circled her lips, tasting the slight pungency of a sticky moistness around them.

The squeak of the bedsprings became more violent through the wall and she crammed her fingers into the moistness of her vagina in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple fucking in the other room.

A little moistness in her eyes the only sign of the Chernobyl in her lungs.

The squeak of the bedsprings became more violent through the wall and she crammed her fingers into the moistness of her vagina in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple fucking in the other room.

We glided across the skin of each other, opened into the moistness of our mouths, and then the buoyance was a trap, we bobbed and jostled, cracking our elbows on the jade bottom of the bath, laughing, slipping and holding, gulping water, spitting, the natural lubricants of our bodies stolen by the foaming water so we skidded and scraped at each other but were together, then, together moving, our feet tangled in my shirt and one leg of my breeches working itself between our bellies, giggling and joyous, thrusting, Vanden long gone about his search for power cells, my hands holding Glade's hard buttocks, and her legs and arms trustingly about me while I drove us together, together, coming with cries, not with passion, no, not with obsession but with consolation and caring and, I don't know, perhaps with love.

He groaned, reveling in the tug on his privates, the moistness that sucked him deep into its maw and lathed him.