Eyefuck

It's so funny to watch her eyefuck you from her chair, staring into your baby blue eyes with puppy dog sincerity.

2009-10-27, Maria Lima, Blood Kin, Simon and Schuster Was every female pilot on my double-great-granny's payroll going to eyefuck the vampires? True, they were amazing to look at, but damn, it wasn't as if the Kellys weren't.

I thought she might've noticed my boner, but she clearly hadn't been looking down I should've known that chicks don't eyefuck men as frequently as men eyefuck women

I stand there and ante again, this time playing along with the roller, certain that the luck has to swing back my way as I eyefuck the dice to try and convince them of the same thing.

Watching, surveying. Scrutinizing. We walked further south, past the hubcap sellers and the hot dog stands. I told her that I learned a long time ago that if you knew what was going on around you, what faces were where, then no one would bother you. Only two kinds of people eyefuck other people, psychos and policemen.

We eyefuck the area; a glimmer of chrome flashes from an officer's jeep.

Max eyefucked the man. The man eyefucked him back. Max's body language said: I'm not moving. The man's expression said: Like hell you're not.

“Are we ready for the ceremonial eyefuck?” asks Garvey. “I definitely think we've earned it.”

“...fit,” she said finally, completing her total eyefuck of his body.

In fact, it was an eyefuck. A blatant eyefuck. Simeon Boudreaux was eyefucking me.