What is "nymphet"

Usage examples of "nymphet".

His references to, but inevitable failure to explain, the different biological realities that separate him from his nymphet are responses to the hidden in woman.

Although he cannot undo what he has done and write himself straight, she breaks free from those solipsized, warped sections of the memoir which aimed to suppress her as the nymphet waif.

Lolita, the mythological nymphet, but also a portrayal of normal childhood behavior.

She was totally adept at driving grown men crazy - a teenage nymphet with a hot body, a ton of curiosity, and no desire to get knocked up.

Ardis Park, and his nymphet had bent over him and his detailed desire.

Next to them sat an aging Don Juan and a fluttery nymphet, all rhinestone nail art and big hair.

I was waylaid by an attractive young nymphet who seemed rather taken by, as she so eloquently put it, my rad looks.

Valcour LeDeuxan older, alcohol-dissipated, though still handsome, version of Luc in an expensive, tailor-made suitstrolled forward with a bourbon in one hand and his nymphet common-law wife in the other.

Figgis stared suspiciously at Richard until he got into the elevator and vanished from sight, then he returned his attention to the naughty teenage nymphets, none of whom, he was beginning to suspect, was ever likely to see twenty-nine again, lollipops or no lollipops.

In the center of the square, a large fountain with the mythological creatures of Romaghin religion pouring water from pitchers over the heads of marble nymphets burbled gaily.

Film scripts specified free-spirited nymphets in mini-skirts, and there were younger actresses with more malleable identities queuing up for the parts.

In the center of the square, a large fountain with the mythological creatures of Romaghin religion pouring water from pitchers over the heads of marble nymphets burbled gaily.

How smugly would I marvel that she was mine, mine, mine, and revise the recent matitudinal swoon to the moan of the mourning doves, and devise the late afternoon one, and slitting my sun-speared eyes, compare Lolita to whatever other nymphets parsimonious chance collected around her for my anthological delectation and judgment.

An ultra brawn, one of the prettiest boychicks I'd ever seen, a super-swishious fem that eclipsed the medico by several orders of magnitude, and an adorable nymphet.

Knowing me by now, the reader can easily imagine how dusty and hot I got, trying to catch a glimpse of nymphets (alas, always remote) playing in Central Park, and how repulsed I was by the glitter of deodorized career girls that a gay dog in one of the offices kept unloading upon me.