Cheesy Romance Quotes

   Posted by: Patrick   in Light Hearted, Patrick

We have all heard or read some lines from those stupid romance novels, you know the ones with Fabio on the cover. I was putting my mind to good use recently and came up with a few cheesy lines of my own.

They clung tightly together in the aftermath, their bodies intertwined like one of those two flavoured cheesy things that you can get at the supermarket.

He gazed lovingly into her eyes before sweeping her up and holding her as close as the plastic wrap holds the individually wrapped cheese slices that come in various sizes.

They lay side by side on the silk sheets, a little unsure about the next move. She glanced nervously at him, noting how his biceps seemed to move, as if mice were running around under his skin. He rolled over and held her in his arms and began kissing her naked body. She sighed as he moved into her, the same way melted cheese moves into the noodles when you have macaroni and cheese.

The moonlight shone on her body, giving her an almost unearthly glow as he watched her undress on the warm balmy night. As she worked her way down to her underwear, he noticed that he had become hard, like a block of tasty cheese left unwrapped in the refrigerator.

As he tasted the forbidden fruit of his brothers wife, he felt unsure of himself. He felt as though there were two of him. One part of him was happy, like a teenager in love for the first time all gooey inside. The other part of him felt anger, shame and revulsion. Part perfectly acceptable but with streaks of unpalatable grossness inside him. Like a chunk of blue vein cheese.

Kati is so proud of my romantic streak.

Anybody got any more cheesy lines?

If you do, please keep them reasonably clean :)

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8 comments so far


That was pretty cheesy. How about this?

The beach was deserted. They embraced and came together as all lovers do. The action of the waves and their rhythm caused an explosion like cottage cheese.


May 19th, 2006 at 2:48 pm

Top this :razz:

When they were together, he felt complete. He felt at one with her, joined at a molecular level, like grilled cheese on toast.


May 19th, 2006 at 3:38 pm

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May 19th, 2006 at 4:15 pm


As they kissed, she began to slowly unbutton his shirt. The smell of him wafted into her nostrils, and she inhaled deeply, savoring it. The strong smell of a man lay sealed beneath his clothing, just waiting to escape, like the scent of a tightly wrapped block of havarti.


May 20th, 2006 at 7:19 am

HAHHHAHA! Wonderful!

He lay awake in the aftermath, pondering how his life had changed since he met her. When they were not in each others arms he felt empty, incomplete like a lump of swiss cheese.


May 20th, 2006 at 10:22 am

It was the middle of June once again and there she stood in her long flowing silken robe.

As she gazed out of the bedroom window onto the grounds of her chateau in foothills of Pyrenees her heart skipped a beat. In the distance she observed a car approaching, slowly winding its way toward her abode.

It was her lover, the man of mystery she had been meeting at this secret location every year at this time.

Knowing him only as “Jules” she quivered with excitement as his car pulled into the driveway and she rushed downstairs to greet him, only to slip on a softened morsel of camenbert left on the floor at the top of the stairs.

As she tumbled down the staircase, rolling like a giant wheel of semi-matured Italian parmesan, little did she know that her lover, that tall dark and handsome stranger known only as “Jules” was also a chiropractor.

She would need him now more than ever.


May 20th, 2006 at 2:13 pm

Wow Boz, impressive indeed. I never knew you had it in ya :grin:

The night had turned somewhat chilly as they lay on the bed holding hands. Reluctant to move, lest the moment be shattered but beginning to feel the cold, he leaned over the side of the bed to fetch her gown. With a kiss and a flourish he threw the gown over top of her and knelt beside her looking doefully into her eyes.

Not for the first time, he marvled at his feelings for her. His eyes sought to take every inch of her in and sear her image into his memory. Finally their eyes met as he admired her face, which was the only peice of her not covered by the gown, like the one corner of a cheese block not covered by mold after six months in the cupboard. :roll:


May 20th, 2006 at 3:32 pm

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July 15th, 2006 at 11:17 pm

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