Sentence examples for dirty thrill from inspiring English sources

Sparks seemed to leap between Gray's arched eyebrows, as if each were a battery terminal, as if he were getting a dirty thrill out of being onstage.

This British version kindly offers the same sort of dirty thrill, but with posh kids at a made-up public school being menaced by the murdered spectres of 17th-century students hell-bent on revenge, or something like that.

As early as the 1900s, however, Triangle's shows included jibes about the dirty thrill of dime novels and the need for a Pure Food and Drug Act ("The meatpacking houses are all on the pork, insurance is full of debris / the ice in our ice coolers, is not what it's cracked up to be").

It's not the cheap, dirty thrill of the booze can, where you'll end up snorting shitty coke and making out with some busboy(s) from Bar Isabel, but drinking cold tea feels like an innocently illicit act out of adolescence.

Wait, you already knew that it's not taboo anymore so there's no dirty thrill, and that kneehigh stockings and pigtails and baby-shaved, tattooed mons pubii don't actually look all that great?

It's not the cheap, dirty thrill of the booze can where you'll end up snorting shitty coke and making out with some busboy(s) from Bar Isabel, but drinking cold tea feels like an innocently illicit act of life's adolescent era.

Bad without dirty thrills or novelty".

Since the players are so closely matched, what's a cocky recruiter to do? Sherman got a dirty little thrill this weekend out of seeing a lone UTD player stroll past wearing an old team shirt with checkered trim that his Texas foils bought a few years back.

I was wretched, sticky, dirty, thirsty, thrilled.

The tape (they were almost always cassette tapes then) brought you back to Earth with the ambisexual feel-good funk of "John, I'm Only Dancing," and then became ponderous, and then singsong, with "Changes"; it shifted your perspective again and again with "Fame" and "Golden Years" and, on top of everything else, the driving, thrilling, dirty "Suffragette City".

Garth Greenwell's lyrical and semi-autobiographical debut What Belongs to You (Picador £12.99) explores the thrilling, sexy, dirty world of cruising via the American-in-Europe trope as an academic picks up a hustler in the toilets of a museum in Sofia, Bulgaria.