Nina G. Jones Quotes

If I am going to exchange my dignity for sex, then I better get some fucking sex.

This stranger has become the center of my world. A puzzle I have to solve. My greatest pleasure and my deepest pain.

Make that dirty pussy come on my cock, Mia. Come all over it.

He mutters into my mouth, his warm breath mingling with mine. "I came here for my pussy.

But nope, she looks incredibly stupid right now, and I wonder if she can be any more perfect.

Even when I try to be good, I am bad. Even when I try to do right by you, I only hurt you. [ ... ] Even when I try to create, I destroy.

Transaction successful. Safeword: Rainbow Your secret question: Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? Correct Answer: Pineapples. Watch your back. Sincerely, Happy Kitty

No, what I faced almost seemed worse: a nothingness that could be neither quantified nor identified. A sadness I could not trace back to one single thing, but a series of choices. A life that had everything, but nothing.

This man is my stalker, my terrorizer, my lover.

I fucking hate him and I want him so bad.

You don't stare the devil in the eyes and come out without some of his sin. You can't beat the devil without becoming like him. You can't appeal to his kindness, so you have to learn to play his games. You lie, you fuck, you manipulate, you fight, you hurl insults, until you do whatever it takes to win the battle. Every time you do those things, you understand him a little more. Until finally, he becomes your ally. You think you've won, that you've made him more like you. But the truth is, it's the other way around. So that even when you win, you've lost.

You're the perfect little whore, but you're my fucking whore,

I wanted to tell her she was beautiful, but it almost seemed like saying that to her would be diminishing it. You don't reassure a rainbow it's colourful, or a star that it shines. Sometimes, not saying something says more than anything else.

He's light and dark, forgiveness and vengeance, beauty and ugliness. He's all those things. My beautiful savage.

It's hard for me to care about anyone enough to put myself in the unsettling position of growth. In

Said nothing, I could tell he was resigned. So here's what's going to happen. I am going to prepare a nice dinner, and then I am going to bring it up here and you and I are going to eat like two civilized

Love is accepting someone. Flaws and all.

Admittedly, I dressed up for the occasion again - I never said I wasn't fucked up.

Because as soon as I leave after having you, I want you again. And then even when I have that, it's not enough. When I see another man look at you the way I do, I want to kill him. I want to swallow you. I want to consume you. I want to possess you. I want you.

When we arrive on our floor we head to our rooms, politely bidding each other goodnight. Just as I am about to enter mine, I remember I have his jacket. I can use this to have just one more moment with him tonight. I knock on his door, his lips slightly open when he sees me on the other side.

"You forgot your jacket." It is still on my shoulders. I turn around to offer it up to him.

"Thank you Shy," As he says this he takes both of his hands, grabbing each shoulder of the jacket and oh so slowly pulls it off of me, grazing my bare arms and back as he pulls it off. I close my eyes taking in his touch. Each caress of his fingertips feels like one thousand little sparks. How can just the faintest touch from this man set me off like this? Please kiss me. Kiss my neck. I won't say no. I hold my position for a second more than I should, but it feels so tortuously long. There is nothing, not another touch, not a kiss. I turn to face him again and bid him goodnight. His face looks sad, almost guilty. Every word, every touch, every action tonight was an implication. This keeps us safe from one another. It keeps me safe from him.

"Goodnight Shy," he says as if dismissing me from his presence.

"Goodnight Taylor.

I was drowning in the humid air, and everything felt more laborious, including holding grudges.

Shy, all those things you listed don't make a person. They don't. I mean it. You're beautiful, both inside and outside, but please don't look at me to validate that. You have to know it for yourself. -Taylor Holden, Strapped.

It was I who stayed awake wrestling with the shadows on the ceiling and the taunting of the grandfather clock

Let's not pretend you were some innocent little lamb," he scowls. "You gladly swallowed my cock.

But familiarity is just an illusion. It actually tricks me into thinking I know more than I do, that I mean more to him than I do. I

You don't get to set me on fire and leave me like a pile of ashes.

The click of the seat belt securing into the buckle is the only sound to break the awkward silence. I feel his warm breath on my neck as he reaches and I take a deep nervous inhale. His scent fills my nose, it is clean and warm, just like in the coffee shop. The smell of his skin is delicious. I try to stop these thoughts, but they are invading my brain in a way that has never happened to me before. Not even with ... Rick. I try push him back out of my mind at this moment because I feel a sense of guilt. Rick and I are frozen. That's the only way I can describe us. He is faithful, he is steady, he is nice, but he is not like this man in front of me: new, mysterious, and unpredictable. Rick and I are in a state of comfort, but like much of my life, I am becoming more and more discontent with comfort.