Scott Hildreth Quotes

When you call me a sexy bitch? I like that. If you're just going to call me a bitch, prepare to fight. I'm not going to let another man run over me. Not now. Not ever." Damn.

We fear what we don't understand and find serenity in what we're incapable of understanding..

Vivian Simon, I love you. But always know this," he paused. "I pizz you. And no one else on this earth has that, baby," he whispered.

Without reading, I would go crazy - completely crazy. My Kindle had become my savior.

At any moment, life has the capacity to change, good or bad. To believe we have control over where or when these things happen is to believe we control the destiny of our lives

Diversity. Diversity satisfies our ever changing minds. It allows us to become satisfied. To become content that we are receiving what it is that we want, or need – without life becoming stale, stagnant, and repetitive. It keeps life adventurous. The not knowing. Just like when we were children..." Erik Ead, from Baby Girl, by Scot Hildreth

We don't always plan what happens in our life. Sometimes things just unravel

You need to fall in love with yourself before you can fall in love with someone else.

My best advice to all living people is to keep searching. That person is out there. If you have to think about it, or second guess what you do have, it isn't love. Keep looking. Keep searching - because that person does exist. All you have to do is find them. And when you do, you'll know.

anyone, but I'm a very stubborn person.

I always stood out as being different...and unwilling to accept the phrase 'I am a girl' as an ending to any type of sentence that started with 'I can't because'.

Life id far more abrasive experiencing it's individual components than the sum itself

I like looking at your body," she said.
"Thank you. I like looking at you, period," I responded. She removed her shirt. She asked for help with her bra. We embraced. Our skins touched. I felt her heart beat against my chest. I felt my heart beating. Our heartbeats became one. One heartbeat. We became one. Time passed. I looked at my watch. 10:10. I stood. She remained on the bed, defining beauty.
"It's getting close to eleven, baby. You should probably get up," I said, looking for my shirt. I ran my hands through my hair.
"Stand right there," she said. "Don't move." I stood. She reached to the side of the bed, and got her phone from her purse. She held it at arm's length. "Don't move," she said.
"I heard you," I responded. I stood. She took three photos. "I wish I could paint a picture of you," I said.
"Do you paint?" she asked.
"No," I responded, "But I wish I could. I would paint a picture of you right now, lying there without your shirt. I could stand here, Britney, and admire you for all of what is forever. You make me want to cry. But. That part of me is broken.

I felt like we were a machine, working in unison with one another. This was perfect. With my eyes closed, there was no time, no space, no house, no kitchen, just us. We weren't two people any more, we were an us. A we. We became one. His tongue sliding up and down, and pressing against my clit.
Each time his tongue touched my clit, my hips were raised as high as I could raise them. When he released my clit from between his tongue and his lip, I lowered my hips. This system of movements worked perfectly. It was the same every time.

With my eyes closed, I tried to focus on the movements. I don't know how much time passed, but I heard my breathing change. I felt as if I was turning hot.

I opened my eyes and looked at Erik. His eyes were open, and he was looking at my face. His mouth encompassed my entire mound. I opened my mouth. He raised his mouth off of me for a split second.

"Do it, Kelli. Do it. Cum in my mouth. Do it. And when you do, scream. Scream, Kelli. Cum in my mouth and scream. Do you hear me?"

In a short, shallow breath, I responded, "Yes.

I trembled. I was done. This was it. I wanted to die, right here in the kitchen, beside my precious basil.

People need to worry more about themselves and their fuckin' kids, and stop worrying about what everyone else is doing or not doing.

As the engine warmed up to speed, I glanced down at my steadily rising jeans. And, in all honesty, I was ready.

Dear Lord, please allow this woman to see me for who I am, and not what I appear to be.

We had each other, and needed nothing more. Together, we could conquer whatever obstacles God placed before us. Each standing alone, we represented only half of the whole created when together. - Shane

Today, I draw every breath with a better understanding of all that life has the ability to offer a man who loves a woman with every ounce of his heart. - Shane

If I learn from my mistakes and teach my children what I have learned, eliminating my many shortcomings, they'll be able to begin life a generation wiser. - Shane

I suppose a good recipe for life would be to allow nothing into it, knowingly at least, which is bitter.

It's disappointing we aren't able to simply spit people out that don't taste well.

Wars are never won, they're only fought.

Our ability to accept life's difficult offerings is a testament of our relationship with God.

Sure, I'll have a plate of devotion, a side order of commitment, and a thick slice of I promise not to break your heart. Be sure to make it untoasted and hold the butter, so I don't choke on it. Oh, and a shot of your best bourbon to wadit it all down.

And these are called a Jacob's ladder,

Shane Dekkar. A man to define what all men should desire to become. Perfection, defined.

5) I fail daily, and that is why I succeed.

Each new day in my life was always better than the one which preceded it. Always.

Children. Pay close attention to them. They grow up to be adults. The really heinous people we see on the news? The serial killers, murderers, rapists, and complete ass-hats of society? Yeah, they were children once. And no one paid attention.

His hands massaged my back as I looked into his eyes. His eyes were the strangest color of grey. They were almost a translucent grey/blue.

Letting you would be agreeing to allow you to come if you asked if you could. ...... Asking you to come means I wanted you to come, and I asked you, because I wanted you here.

I know who you are. I know what you do to me. Just having you near me fixes everything that is broken inside of me. All of my fucked up little pieces become one.

Iamsohappythatallwentwellsorryiaminahurryandihavenotimeforspacesidothinkadoption,consideringallthings,wastheonlyviableoption.remember,birthcontrolisagreatthingforteens.bewell

Ask yourself throughout the course of each day, 'if this were my last day on earth, would I do anything differently?

DEDICATION: To the nameless woman who was raped, only to see her rapist receive six month's jail time. This is not justice, but it is all I have. And it is for you.

He's liable to wanna whip that ass of yours. Hell, you're fuckin' his twenty year old daughter. Trashy assed biker fucking his rich daughter. Yep, I see a fight comin' out of this," he jokingly clenched his fists and punched them in the air. "Twenty-two, she's twenty-two," I corrected him. "Oh hell, my bad, Doc. He'll be fine with it then. That'll make all the difference in the world," he said as he nodded his head.

Having the ability to feel is the greatest gift God has ever given.

As I grew older, I began to understand the differences between all of the other girls in school and myself. They had families, and I did not. They sat at home at night at a dinner table and ate with their brothers, sisters, and both of their parents. I sat at home and ate Ravioli's from a can as my mother sat in her chair and watched television in what I assumed was terrible pain.

If something or someone is presented to us once, we will often dismiss it as being nothing more than happenstance. If that person or situation is presented twice, it is God slapping us in the face and telling us to pay attention. It is fate.

I have no regrets. To regret my past would be to admit I am not satisfied with who or what I have become. Everything I have accomplished and all I have been exposed to - good or evil - has created what sits before you.

Babe, it's time," he said as he reached down and began to remove his ragged boots.

As I began reconsidering my recently adopted "single forever" mantra,

If we aren't focused on living life to the best of our ability, we're slowly dying a death that's of our own choosing. The odd thing is we get to pick the course we take. Why would someone choose not to live life at full capacity? Scott Hildreth, Unleashed

I come here to read. Dream. Relax. Find bits and pieces of myself I'm afraid I may not find elsewhere...

Being able to discern the good decisions from the bad decisions, in advance, would be priceless.

I opened my mouth. My tongue wouldn't form words. I had so much to say. I took a bite of spaghetti. Time passed. When she stopped speaking, her eyes were wet. She wasn't crying, but her eyes were full. Full of eighteen years of what someone had taken from her. I smiled and stood. I looked away. I ran my fingers through my hair. As I carried my plate to the sink she raised her hand to her face. Wiping eighteen years of love from her eyes, she spoke, "I love you Marc.

I read a book once - about love that was developed and love that just is," I paused. "And when I read the part about love that just is I scoffed. I knew better. I knew that it was merely words written by some shallow man that wanted to say what he had to say. And then I met you. And I now, Kelli, know what it is that books are written about. I know what people write poems about, I know what it feels like to know, and I do mean know what it feels like to be certain that someone loves you unconditionally. Love that just is,

I don't like people who take advantage of those incapable of protecting themselves.

Walking past the kitchen counter again, I reached into my left pocket and grabbed my chocolate supply. I stopped and grabbed the door to exit. As I did, I dipped my shoulder and dropped my laptop in the entrance. I stood for a long moment, looking at the computer bag. I released my grip on my right hand and dropped the chocolate bars beside it, locked the door, and left.

Looking beyond life's imperfections allows one to be able to find happiness. Life is not perfect, ever. For me, remembering that life is flawed, people are flawed, and therefore relationships are flawed, allows me to look at the flaws and imperfections as part of life itself. A perfect life includes all of the flaws associated with what and who you surround yourself with. My life and my means of living it are no exception. I was, as all people are, flawed. I accepted myself as being flawed no differently than I accepted others as being so.

And, at that moment, it dawned on me. I was one of those people. The people that I detested. The jobless people that you see all of the time. The people that make you wonder.

He breathes life into me. He has allowed me to understand who I am, and not feel broken for being me. I can be myself with Erik and not worry about him criticizing me. He owns me. And he always will.

Love isn't real. Love is what people say to you so they can keep fucking you. So they can keep your interest. I don't want lies. I want my ass slapped. My hair pulled, and treated like a little whore.

I've heard people say that once you're an adult, you don't change. I don't believe that. I think we all have the capacity to change; we just have to want to do it. It's developing the want that is difficult. We become so stuck in our routines, so comfortable, so unwilling to take risk - we just don't see the value in change. Either that or we're just plain uncomfortable with what the change might offer.

Christy Cross is boss.

You're the first bangin' *ss hot b*tch I ever met that's got her sh*t together. Most hot b*tches are dumb as fuck.

Hold still baby girl. Hold still. I need you to do something for me," he said quietly.

I opened my mouth and said, "What?" but no words came out. I tried again.

Nothing.

He smiled.

He continued to lick my hip bone. He kissed it and looked me in the eyes.

"You listening?" he asked.

As I squeezing the countertop with each hand, my arms beside my body, my hands beside my butt, I nodded.

"Fuck my tongue. I want you to fuck my mouth, do you hear me?"

I opened my mouth and squeaked. My eyes closed. I felt his tongue move from my hip to my clit. His palm slid slowly across my hip, and rested in the depression between my hip and my pussy. His thumb was positioned on the skin above my clit, and pushed upward, exposing my clit totally. As his tongue met my clit, I squirmed.

I felt his lip on top of my clit, and his tongue on the bottom. He started a motion with his tongue and lip, with my clit in between. About three seconds into it, I was done…almost to climax. I felt myself begin to cum. No, not yet, not yet, please…make this last.

He lifted his head, and looked me in the eye. He must have sensed I was going to cum.

"No, don't stop. Please, Erik, don't fucking stop." I begged.

"Fuck my mouth. Grind your pussy on my face baby girl, do you hear me?"

"Yes sir. Do it. Do that again. Exactly what you were doing, exactly," I said, hoping he co

14) Selfless actions always benefit you more than the recipient.

It's perfect. Blurred lines; it's when fact and fiction become indiscernible. Fantasy and reality fade into a color of grey yarn and you become tangled up in it and can't escape into the world of black and white you desperately need as proof of the reality of life itself.

unbelievable fairy tale ever. And now, people read those BDSM books like they're going out of style because it makes them wet. That sure as fuck doesn't make it a good novel. A porno movie will make them wet too, but it sure doesn't mean it's a good movie. I fucking swear," he said.

When a man rapes a woman, he doesn't just rape her. He rapes her entire life. She's forced "to live a life with the pain from that memory for a lifetime. And for that judge to send a message that six months in county jail is a fair trade for what happened to that woman?..."I'd like to get my hands on that judge and that kid. .....

"I can forgive a lot of things. Rape isn't one of 'em.

God uses our deepest pain as the first stepping stone to our greatest reward.

We tend to make adjustments in our lives to get by, to survive. Sometimes we don't actually heal. We make changes. We deny. We mask. We cover up. We hide things. I could not change the fact Shellie committed suicide while I was away no more than I could change the fact she left me the poem. Eventually, I put the poem away to separate Shellie and the thoughts of her from my day-to-day life. I quit carrying a wallet because the wallet reminded me of the poem, and the poem reminded me I was helpless.

Life isn't about gold dust farting unicorns, sugar coated mountains, and fairies. It's about fun. Romance and romance novels are for pussies and dreamers.

You should live every day," Kenton paused as he reached for the door handle, "as if you're going to die at midnight.

Love requires courage, persistence, and maintenance. Love just doesn't lie there with us as we live our lives, and engulf us, providing us with an assurance that it exists." "Love is developed, and it is never perfect. We, as people, are flawed. Therefore, love is flawed. Most people live their lives trying to find the perfect person to provide them what they believe to be the perfect love. In my opinion, people should find someone that provides them with affection, someone that makes them feel, then develop and maintain the perfect love. That is the closest thing to real love that could ever possibly exist,

Because two people met, went on a date, and nothing went wrong. That, Marc, is love that is developed." Then, she continued, "Then, there is love that just is. The love that can't always be explained. The love that, according to those that have it, can't ever be anything but what it is. Endless. Instead of sitting home and imagining the next 'girls night out', you sit at home and anxiously wait for him coming home from work. Because you can't fathom spending an evening without him. That person doesn't give you reason to live. That person is your life. Love that just is.

She was the type of woman who caused men to do stupid shit they would later look back on with disbelief.

Now put your hands on the countertop, and bend over. I'm going to shove you so full of cock you won't even remember how to spell your name for a week," he said in his deep voice.

"Oh my. Ok," I said as I did what he asked. As I grabbed the edges of the countertop, I felt his foot kicking the insides of my shoes, spreading my legs farther apart.

"You long legged, sexy little bitch. I have to get your pussy down here where I can get to it," he said, as he slapped the right side of my butt, hard. The slap startled me, and the sting felt like fire.

As soon as he stopped kicking my shoes and spreading my legs apart, I felt the head of his cock slide past my lips. His hands grabbed my waist, and he slid all the way inside of me. As soon as I felt his balls against my clit, I began to contract and felt as if I was going to cum. His cock slid out, and then back in again. He found a rhythm and began to fuck me slowly, his hips slapping lightly against my butt as he slid all the way into my wet pussy. As his hips slapped my ass, I could feel his balls against my clit. I couldn't take it anymore. If he kept up this pace, I would explode.

"Fuck me Erik, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me," I said loudly.

"Fuck me, Erik. Oh God. Fuck me."

"Fuck me."

"Harder." I begged.

"Who owns you, baby girl? Who fucking owns you?" he almost screamed.

"Oh God, you do. You own me. You."

"Don't forg

Life is easy. Live it while you're alive.

Because when you're gone you won't have an opportunity.

Each time a man leaves a woman, he takes a piece of her heart with him when he goes. The next man comes along, and takes another piece, this time a big one. And then, she meets another. And he takes a piece. One day we look up and we've got this shriveled little sliver of a heart left, and that's all we've got to offer. After that, the men we meet call us bitches and cunts, and man haters. They think we're hardened, but we're not. It's just that we're heartless. And we're heartless because of you.

Love isn't blind, people are blind. Recognizing beauty is as simple as opening your eyes and realizing just what it is that stands before you.

I would much rather be perceived as being great at a few things than be a failure at many.

I wanted to resist, allowing the night to go on forever. As we walked along the beach, I pressed my feet into the sand firmly, leaving an impression deep enough to last a lifetime.

And I did not look back...

Each minute offers us an opportunity to identify concerns, and make changes for the better. All we have to do is be willing to take the risk. So my future? It's not miles away, it's a minute from now.

The greatest rewards in life are provided to those who take the greatest risks.

When walking away from something we were once committed to, we often hesitate. Deciding to make a major change in life is difficult. But we all reach a point when we're done - done giving to a world that only takes. Until then, you'll want, you'll wait, and you'll contemplate change. When you're truly done, you'll know. You'll know when the time comes.

I stretched my arms out to the side and closed my eyes. I was no longer a parentless child. Nor was I a burn victim. Or the girl who was being abused. I was simply Joey. And, I was free.

I don't want prearranged shit. I want you to make it special for my girl. I don't want some shit you made in your spare time last night while you listened to Coldplay. I want you to put this together for her. She is special like that, got it?

He could take advantage of me at any point in time that he preferred; the fact that he didn't made me both admire him and hate him both.

Get your little sticky note pad and get a new note, Kace. Write this on it. I'm coming, Kace. I'm coming for your heart,

I like your face. You're beautiful. And, if you ever get confused and can't talk, tap your hand once for yes, and twice for no.

If it is worth doing, it is worth doing right. Be the best you can be at whatever it is you choose to do.

One moment of unwelcomed silence is more disheartening than a lifetime of incessant screams.

And the silence deafens me.

Life's greatest treasures will never be held, purchased or bartered for. They will only be felt.

My dress, my choice of vehicles, nor my profession would be indicative of the personality I possess. I have a great personality," I said. "Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your ass," she said.

He reached down and pinched the chest of his tee shirt in between his thumb and finger. As he pulled it forward, stretching it tight out in front of him, he grinned. "You see what happens when you walk away?" he said a she held the shirt taught.