Helena Hunting Quotes

I don't want to be alone anymore.

Getting to know the man underneath would never be easy. And yet here he was, letting me in, hoping I would do the same.

I want this. You and me. Us.

Her walls were like mine, which was another part of the allure. I understood walls. They'd kept me safe from people most of my life. Only my Inked Armor crew got past them, and even then, I only let them into the rooms I wanted to. There were locked closets no one but me could enter. But by keeping my walls in place with Sarah, I'd created a distance I didn't know how to cross any more.

Love doesn't always have convenient timing

June Cleaver fused with a Suicide Girl.

I'm Lily's boyfriend. She lives with me. In my house."
I need to get a handle on this jealousy.

I love you more than you can comprehend. I'll give you anything you want, Charlene. Just stay with me. Let me love you like I'm supposed to. Let me be exactly what you need."
"You already are.

Why do you want to have a drink with me?"

"Because I like you. Because you're fun. Because I want to get to know you better. Because I want you to see for yourself I'm not the kind of guy you think I am.

Loving you is the best choice I ever made.

His voice was luscious caramel, wrapped in dark chocolate and rolled in sugar. She had the unconscionable craving to lick him and find out if he tasted as good as he sounded

Well, that showered me with a monsoon of perspective.

I think Miller is better looking than that guy," Sunny says. "Yeah, but you have an unusual affinity for yetis, so that's not really a surprise.

I won't as long as you drop the perfect gentleman crap. That's a deal breaker. My boobs won't tolerate it." "I love your boobs, they're so fun." His smile is panty wetting. "I'll pick them up at seven?

My boobs are willing; the rest of me will come along. I'm not one hundred percent sold on you like they seem to be.

Buck ambles out of the locker room with a towel draped across his bare shoulders and his hockey pants on, thank the Lord. The amount of fur he sports makes him resemble a matted yeti.

Thank you for being brave enough to come here today to meet all of us despite how uncomfortable it must have been.

I can't change it. It's part of who I was. Past tense. All I know is that I want you, all the fucking time, every day, endlessly. I don't know how to deal with that. I don't know how to make sense of it without overwhelming you, and I don't want to tell you anything that's going to jeopardize it.

GET READY TO HAVE YOUR ASS KICKED, YETI!

I'm so pucked. There'd better be a support group for hockey hookers.

I can't wait to have my mouth on you again. I'm gonna eat you like I'm on death row and you're my last goddamned meal.

Everyone has scars, Tenley.
If we're lucky, they're only on the outside".

Is that-am I looking at her beaver?"

Mid-swig, I choke on the mouthful of beer, sputtering and coughing. After I recover, I ask jokingly, "'Beaver'? Are you Canadian or something?

Any kind of modification, whether it's to alter physical features, like cosmetic surgery, or to decorate, like piercings and tattoos, cause some degree of discomfort. But that's the point, isn't it? It's cathartic because it's the promise of change in some form or another. My tattoos give the memory related to the art a place to exist outside of my head, on my body. At least that's my interpretation, but not everyone feels the same way I do.

PS. Please don't block me from your email contact list. The

You are everything I could ever want. You are the place I want to be.

Oh God. He's quoting Tolstoy and touching me. I'm done for.

beaver drools in my underwear.

Maybe I can braid your hair, and we can talk about our life goals." Sarah wrinkles her nose. "Or maybe you can check to see whether I'm wearing panties or not." "So hair braiding is out?" "Uh, yeah, unless it's a euphemism for taking your clothes off.

but the more ink he added, the more vulnerable I felt. There was a chance I might shatter if I revealed too much.

Violet: "Are you guilting me into coming?" I glare over the rim of my mug.
Mom: "Not at all. I'm just throwing out hypotesticals."
Violet: "I cough-choke. "Do you mean hypotheticals?"
Mom: "That's what I said.

I'm at Lance's front door. Let me in." "What? How did you know I was here?" "Because I'm psychic, and Instagram is my oracle. Now let me in. You are seriously interfering with my weekly orgasm quota right now.

For the first time in years, I wanted . . . something. Anything. As long as it was real.

She pushed up on her arms and took my face between her palms. "I love you." And then she kissed me so I could feel her love as much as I could hear it and see it.

She's my sun and I'm her moon connected by an invisible thread, bound but free.

Actions spoke louder than words.

I'll let you do a lot more than kiss me this time."
He fingers a lock of my hair. "You'll let me, or you want me to?"
"Both," I whisper.
Lance cuts the engine. "I like that answer a lot.

She'd found a way between the cracks in my armor and blew it apart. I wanted to have the same effect on her

He's more persistent than a case of crabs in a rent-by-the-hour motel

He takes a sip of his drink, leaving behind a milk mustache he quickly wipes away. It's then I realize where I recognize him from: the milk advertisements. Sweet Lord, I've been jilling off to him.

I think you learn how to live with holes in your heart. You can't patch them up, or plug them with other people, but you find ways to make it bearable, if that makes sense.

What do you want, douche-whore? Haven't you ruined my night enough by interrupting my mouth fucking session with your fuckhot teammate? Now you have to disturb my masturbation session, too?

There's something you should probably know." "Please don't tell me you had gender reassignment surgery. I don't think I can manage that today.

Being the provider of the first big "O" gives me some power. It elevates my status. I'm the White Knight in the land of Orgasmia, wielding my magical sword of awesome.

Hayden embodied everything I wasn't but wanted to be. I spent my entire life trying to color inside the lines, only to wind up restrained by them.

Sometimes white knights have tattoos, princess.

Cockblockers are everywhere tonight, thwarting my attempts at poor decision making.

You can't control other people's feelings. All you can do is put yourself out there and hope she's going to feel the same way.

What's going on with you and Horny Nut Sac?" "Who?" "Randy Balls. Come on. Spill it. He's clearly had his face in your beaver.

I'm here because I want to be with you, and no other reason.

She's everything. She's all the missing pieces I need to feel whole.

Do you want to get out of here?"
"Buck will kill you."
"I can take him.

We were both slaves to the guilt we harbored.

I miss everything about her even though she's right in front of me. Maybe this is what love is.

There's three sides to every story."
"What do you mean?"
"There's your version, the other person's, and then there's the truth, which is somewhere in the middle of the two.

Did you kiss him back?"
I shrug.
"You didn't even know who he was!"
"I was caught off guard. He's a good kisser. And have you seen him? That man could revive a corpse with his hotness."
"Sometimes you're very creepy, you know that?

It's not just about wanting you. It's this fucking need. No matter what I do, how close I get, it's like I'm consumed by it.

Apologize for what?" "For hurting you. For not trusting you and listening to Lily and Alex instead of staying strong and doing what I wanted.

It's never felt nice before."
"Why not?"
"Because it's never been you before.

Liar!" Violet sticks her head between my legs and pokes at it. "That's totally a hickey! Did Balls lick your beaver? Did you let Balls ball you?" "Oh

Should we shave your body hair so they can make wigs for the elderly?

Violet is a riot. She's probably worse than most of the guys on the team with the stuff that comes out of her mouth. I'm not sure if she's a nervous person or half-crazy, but she's entertaining to be around. As

You're a total criminal, aren't you?" she asked, but to her surprise, she was grinning ear to ear. He shook his head. "Have I stolen your heart yet?" That stopped her cold. She blinked several times. "What?" "Don't answer," he whispered. "I won't take it until you give it freely.

We're having a sleepover. We're going to do this all night, and I'm going to cuddle you like a motherfucker after finishing sexing every last orgasm out of you.

Next is a box of truffles from Godiva and then a gift certificate from Victoria's Secret for an unknown amount. It's made out to my boobs, which Alex officially asks on a date.

I've thought about this a lot. I've researched the costumes. Not that Alex needs to know this. A beaver only gets promised to her Super MC once in lifetime." Violet Hall

Please don't leave me. Not again. Please. It hurts too much to be without you. I don't know how.

We're both making noises similar to the soundtrack of a porno - they're coming from me because I'm finally touching his ridiculously huge dick again; and I assume it probably feels good for Alex, too.

She clasps her hands behind my neck.
"It's your turn to take what you need, baby."
So I do. Because she lets me. Because I love her. Because she loves me back.

Holy hell, am I ever full. Of unfiltered monster cock.

This won't be easy or simple. Loving him isn't going to be a fairytale story where we ride off into the sunset and everything is perfect.
I know this.
We're both full of fire, and his past is full of pain he carries with him. But I'm willing to try, because I want him. And more than that, this man is the kind of beautiful I need in my life.

It's hard not to be into a girl who tells you she loves your cock repeatedly as she comes.

But I pushed the feelings down, locked them inside my aching heart,

We're all broken, Sarah. It's not always about fixing the parts that don't work; it's about making the most of the ones that do.

Oh my God! She is so cute! Can you even imagine how adorable their little ginger babies would be?" April

You're right. We do need to talk. In Private." Hudson's jaw ticked. It was hot, like a super-spicy dried meat stick from the 7-Eleven.

words are only as deep as the actions we take to make them meaningful.

Oh God, it's pierced cock magic!

Sometimes the darkest tragedies bring us the brightest lights

The connection between my mouth and brain are faulty, as usual, and I shout, "Exit only! It's exit only!

face-to-pussy resuscitation

Popping off, I say, "I wouldn't mind." Even if it tastes like shit, I'd swallow Alex Waters' jizz. Then I'd get the T-shirt.

After Alex kills you, you can donate your fur to charity. And maybe some of your more viable organs. Im pretty sure everything but your liver is good. Ooooh, maybe they can use your micro-penis for a clitoris enlargement surgery.

There are no refunds and no exchanges with love. It comes with flaws and imperfections. It's raw, unfiltered, and sometimes it isn't easy. But I've found the best things in this life are the ones I've had to work hardest for.

Watch the 'tude, dude, unless you want today's session to suck more than a sex worker on Saturday night.

What is that?" The question is inane. But, honestly, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this? Alex chuckles nervously. As is appropriate since I'm holding his dick and I'm clearly not sane. "I mean, I know what it is. Obviously. Do you have some kind of . . . disorder? Like elephantiasis of the penis or something?" I did not say that out loud. "It's not that big." His erection slides in my grip. I can't stop staring. My thumb and middle finger must have a good inch or more before they can meet. I squeeze to see if it helps bring them closer together. It doesn't. What it does is make Alex groan, and that, oh holy monster of cock, is one hot noise.