Quote by Fanny Merkin Download Open image ““Mr. Long Fingers. Mr. Womb-Ticklers”” — Fanny Merkin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“My fingers are tickled to delight by the soft ripple of a baby's laugh...” — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
“Never ever tickle anyone, who happens to be ticklish and holding a knife. Foolish accidents not only, may occure, but will occure and you'll… — R.K. Cowles Copy Share Image
“Your name must be Mr. Dressup, cause I want to put my toy in your tickle trunk.” — Dick Von Hardigan Copy Share Image
“My pinky finger crept over and nestled against his, for comfort. Like a magnet, his pinky finger latched onto and intertwined with mine. I… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“A warm, tickling touch crashed me back to earth. Maybe it sent me straight to heaven. Either way, it dragged me out of hell.… — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it's the hands that take life too seriously that tickle us to no end.” — Curtis Tyrone Jones Copy Share Image
“Thank you adult mittens, for allowing me to give people the finger without them knowing it.” — Jimmy Fallon Copy Share Image
“The callous palms of the labourer are conversant with finer tissues of self-respect and heroism, whose touch thrills the heart, than the languid fingers… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“When we were young his hands had been soft but now they were a man's hands, with rough palms and coarse fingertips, but they… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I picture all your fingers. Sometimes they're crawling down my spine. Sometimes they're buttoning your jacket. Sometimes you're far but your still mine.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I drink coffee sometimes, but Starbucks’ coffee tastes like burnt ass,” I say. “Actually, it tastes nothing like burnt ass, Anna.” “And how would… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“My god, Anna,” he says. “I almost lost you.” He has me in his powerful grip. I’ve never felt this safe before. “Never let… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“I stare at her blankly. We don't have elevators in Portland. "This is my first elevator ride. How do they work exactly?” — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“Soon, we are as naked as the day we were born. Except, y'know, were not covered in blood and attached to our mothers by… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“I feel naked in my Tommy hoodie and Victoria's Secret sweatpants with PINK written across the ass. The sweatpants aren't pink though - they're… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“Are you ready for my love gun?” he says. Uh-oh. “What’s a love gun? Is that a sex toy?” “No,” he says. “I’m talking… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“An attractive blonde behind the receptionist's desk smiles at me as I walk in. I assume she’s the receptionist, because I can’t think of… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“Here’s the aisle with tape.” “Thank you, Miss Steal,” he says. He picks up the most expensive brand, which runs $3.99 a roll. This… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
“I growl with frustration at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is fifty shades messed up. Why is it so kinky and out… — Fanny Merkin Copy Share Image
