Whitney G. Quotes

And can you please have the janitor check my floor for fucking superglue?" ~ Andrew Hamilton

Karma is one hell of a bitch!

You agreed to the terms, but I'm going to re-iterate them in more serious and final words for you. Until this ends, my cock is the only cock you're allowed to have, your mouth belongs to me, and if you're ever wet and in need of pleasure, you'll wait until I'm available to give it to you.

Are you for real? You can't use another friend? We can't be 'just friends'? - Liz. Hell no - Thoreau.

I'm tired of only being able to talk to you on the phone, Alyssa..."Silence. "I need to see you..." His voice was strained. "I need to fuck you...""Thoreau..." "No, listen to me." His tone was a warning. "I need to be buried deep inside of you, feeling your pussy throb around my cock as you scream my name - my real name."A hand trailed down past my stomach and between my thighs, and my fingers began to strum my clit. Slow at first, then faster, faster with every sound of his heavy breaths in my ear. "I've been very patient with you..." His voice trailed off. "Don't you think?""No...""I have," he said. "I'm tired of imagining how wet your pussy can get, how loudly you'll scream when I suck your tits as you ride me...How hard I'll pull your hair when I bend you over my desk and fuck you until you can't breathe...Tired."I shut my eyes, letting my other hand squeeze my breast, letting my thumb pinch my nipple."I'm giving you two weeks to come to your fucking senses...""What?""Two weeks," he whispered. "That's when you and I are going to meet face to face, and I'm going to claim every inch of you.""I can't...I can't agree to...that.""You will." His breathing was now in sync with mine. "And the second you do, you're going to invite me over and I'm going to remind you of everything you've teased me with over the past six months.

This is the first time a guy on Date-Match has told the truth. I think it's a sign."

"It's not." I shook my head. "And the model? How did you get someone to take all those pictures?"

"It wasn't a model. It was my roommate." Her eyes widened as I stood up. "Wait a second! All the things I said to you on the phone were absolutely true. I am interested in politics, and I do love studying the law and keeping up with high profile cases."

"What law school did you go to?"

"Law school?" She raised her eyebrow. "No, not law school type of law. Law like, I've watched every episode of SVU and I've read all of John Grisham's books.

Subject: Get Over Yourself.

Thank you for the childish picture text of the white dust that was outside your condo this morning. I really appreciated it, but I can assure you that that is NOT what the inside of my vagina looks like right now.

Not that it's any of your business, but I don't need to get laid every other day to satisfy my needs. They are WELL taken care of with a VARIETY of tools.

Because you're bipolar.

Spare me the goddamn ellipses." He hissed.

Oh, Gillian..." Her voice was soft. "You are a disappointment. But that's okay. Everyone can't be great and I love you all the same. It's not the end of the world if - " I

But you don't own me.

Are your ass cheeks touching my desk right now?" "You don't even insult me the normal way that you used to," she said. "I actually miss that." I pulled out a box of Clorox wipes.

Somewhere between us hating each other back then, you became my first real friend, my first and only best friend, and I didn't realize it until last summer, but you've actually been my first everything." "You were my first kiss, my first date that I actually enjoyed, and the first woman I fell in love with - the first woman I actually made love to..." he said. "And you're still the only person I can talk to twenty times a day - whether it's via letter, email, text, or phone call, and still feel like it's not enough.

Have you brought anyone else to my fucking condo?

It's against the rules for you and me to have each other's phone numbers in the first place, for us to act like f**king teenagers and make each other cum over the phone at night, but you've never complained about that."

"You've never made me cum..."

"Don't lie to me."

"You haven't."

"So, last week when I said that I wanted you to ride my mouth so I could eat your pu**y until you came all over my lips, you were pretending to breathe hard?"

She sucked in a breath. "No, but - "

"I thought so. Why can't we meet in person?"

"Because it would ruin our friendship and you know it.

Are you still interested in hardcore?

You know… if it weren't for a certain mark of honor on your profile, I would have had you fired weeks ago, when you allegedly told an entire group of passengers to 'Get the fuck off my plane' when you thought they were taking too long to disembark."
"That wasn't allegedly. The clip is on YouTube.

Are you fucking someone else?"
"We haven't spoken in weeks." I grit my teeth. "I haven't seen you in weeks, and this is the first thing you ask me? How about, 'Hello, Gillian. It's been a long time since we last spoke. How are you?'"
"Hello, Gillian." He mocks me, locking his eyes on mine. "It's been a long time since we last spoke. How are you?" He doesn't give me a chance to answer. "Are you fucking someone else?

We'll always be fucking, Gillian" He smiled, biting my lip before tossing me onto the bed. "That's the best part of us.

I honestly think you're the most insane and infuriating woman I've ever met. I knew from the moment you gave me a tour of my own goddamn apartment that you were a special brand of psycho.

And if I decide I'd rather come here instead?"

"I'll come here to get you again." He pressed his lips against mine as the doors closed. "Or I'll fuck you in the boardroom. I'll be a gentleman and let you choose.

You were my right hand, my confidant... my everything

We need to be far more careful. There was a video of us kissing in the hallway via security camera."
My eyes widened. "Do you not hear yourself, Jake? Is that not the perfect reason to end this?
"No, and I'm still waiting for you to give me an acceptable one. Are you finished?"
I was silent for a few seconds. "I'm not attracted to you anymore."
"A reason that doesn't insult my intelligence." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Tell me the truth."
"I like you."
He blinked.

This is…" She crossed her arms, and I braced myself for a rant of epic proportions. "This personal meeting you've been telling me about all weekend was just a ruse for you to ask me to sign an extension?

"It was a ruse to ask you to be my girlfriend."

She pretended to look upset, but her cheeks gave her away. "You could've asked me that over the weekend."

"You would've said no."

"No." She smiled. "I would've said that the only reason you're asking me to be your girlfriend is because you think we might possibly have more sex that way."

"We're definitely going to have more sex.

You're a goddamn thief and a liar, Gillian..." he whispered against my mouth as he slid his hand between my thighs and tore off my soaked panties. "A goddamn thief and a liar.

So, that's it, I guess," Ava said. "I'm officially out of your life."

"No." I shook my head. "Unfortunately, you're still in my sight."

"Would it kill you to wish me the best? To at least tell me good luck?"

"Seeing as though you're going back to prison, I guess that would be appropriate." I shrugged. "Good luck. The authorities are outside waiting for you, so take all the time you need. There's even a vending machine down the hall if you want to taste freedom one last time…Although, since you'll be locked up with plenty of women, I'm sure eating pu**y after the lights go out will taste just as good.

I would never sabotage you, Mya." He wiped away one of my stray tears with his fingertips. "Of course, deep down I did want you to stay, but I had nothing but nice things to say about you. I even said they'd be foolish not to hire you, but - " "But?" I glared at him. "But what?" "But if they thought the low-ass salaries they were offering were good enough for you, they needed to increase them exponentially or move along to someone else. I thought you deserved more." "Is that all?" "No," he said, looking into my eyes. "I also needed to personally interview each of the CEOs myself. Needed to make sure each one was a good fit for you, and that whoever you worked for next was already married." I opened my mouth to ask him if he was being serious, but he beat me to it. "Yes," he said, smirking. "Yes, I 'seriously' did need to do that." "What does the CEO being married have to do with anything, Michael? What if I have no interest in seeing you after I quit?" "You do, so we're not even going to entertain that line of conversation." He rolled his eyes. "If the CEO is already married, I won't have to worry about 'this' happening at your next place of employment, and I can be somewhat less jealous." "How selfish of you." I couldn't believe him, but for some reason I couldn't help the smile that was forming on my face.

This is hardly love."
"Then it's hardly lust."
"Then we'll just call it us.

I'd heard a lot of bullshit in my life, but "I have to be your only one" might've secured itself in the number one spot.

You don't need to like me to fuck me," he said. "You just need to like fucking me." He stepped closer, letting his forehead touch mine. "And from the way you still come every time we meet up, it's clear you still like that.

He pulled me up and onto the bed, locking me in his arms as he kissed my lips.
He ran his hands against my bare back and whispered. "Even if I do like you…"
"I think you do."
"Shut up, Gillian." He bit me. "Even if I do like you - which I don't, you're going to have to come up with a much better reason that that to get me to stop fucking you…

Is the homeless shelter not open today?" I asked.

"I came here to finally give you what you asked for."

"It's a little too early to jump off a bridge."

"I'm being serious."

"As am I." I walked past her and sent a quick text on my phone. "If you jump before noon, the news crew won't be able to run the story during primetime.

For years, I'd never understood what it meant when people said they felt like laughing and crying at the same time, until now. (...) I was waking up every morning - reaching for her, rolling over in bed at night to pull her closer, but she was never there.

One dinner. One night. No repeats.

Subject: Charlotte
How's your week going so far? (Mine is very stressful and hectic)

Subject: Re: Charlotte
This email isn't about fucking. (Emails are only supposed to be about fucking.)
-Jake

Subject: Charlottoe (The Correct Email)
Meet me in Terminal C when you land. Gate 15.
-Jake.

You know what?" I said, snapping out of my thoughts. "I've never been good at describing things. What do you look like?"

"I look like a man who wants to f**k you.

Is there super glue on my floor?

Thank you for your attempt at trying to be thoughtful while stealing shit from me." He picked up a crossword booklet from a chair and tossed it into the trash. "And for filling out my fucking crossword puzzles without me having to ask. I'm not sure how I've ever survived this long without you.

I actually almost went to theater school instead of law school."
"What made you change your mind?"
"A law degree attracts a higher percentage of pussy.

I need to fuck you again. Preferably the second we land in London, but I'm not opposed to doing it after you get finished serving either.

They don't sell friends in stores....

I'm going to miss you... so fucking much.

Stupidity is what happens when you tell someone "I forgive you" (because it's the "right thing" to do), but you secretly hope they drop dead right in front of you and tumble into the seventh circle of hell.

Are your ellipses (...) implying something significant or do you just enjoy abusing grammar for no reason?

I just bet Dad another thousand that you'll be back by this Christmas." - I

"We were too young, but for the record, I'm pretty sure I damn near loved you, too."