Mickey Miller > Quotes

“We’re a couple of fucked up souls in our own ways, but together we’re a beautiful mess.”
― Mickey Miller, The Lying Game

“We’re like Jim and Pam from The Office. And she just broke up with Roy.”
― Mickey Miller, Five Day Fiancé

“Our generation lost its way to real love. We’re obsessed with sex for starters, and we want everything to be perfect and easy, and if it’s not, see ya later. We’ve got easy access to porn whenever we want it. Pretty girls and handsome guys I know have booty calls that are just a text away at all times. We’re all about indulging in instant gratification. But are we happy? No. We’re always just on the lookout for the next best thing. Never fulfilled, always hungry. What happened to fighting for a love you believe in, even when it’s not easy?”
― Mickey Miller, Kiss King

“Ask a question you already know the answer to, smile, nod, and listen to the person’s answer. A true man will simply admit he doesn’t know. But an insecure man, or an idiot for lack of a better word, will try and answer, simply to appear smart.”
― Mickey Miller, Hate Mates

“Don’t let ghosts of the past kill dreams of the future.”
― Mickey Miller, The Lying Game

“I scooch my body over so I’m on the bed, and we’re head to toe. She’s lying next to me. “Sixty-nine,” I say with a smirk. “Oh. I’ve never done that.” “Hop on. Don’t be shy.” She doesn’t hesitate, and the next thing I know, my tongue is on her again and my cock is taken in by her magical mouth. I love the weight of her tits on my abs as she bobs up and down on me. I wrap my arms around her waist, and as much as I want to see what she’s doing that is making me feel so amazing, I love how I can make her wiggle in this position. Her body shudders again, and I wonder if she’s coming. I damn well hope so. I feel some combination of her hands, mouth, and tongue on me as she slides up and down, slick hands on my rock-hard erection. I gyrate up and down a little, rocking my hips into her. Our bodies press together in an explosion of sixty-nine heat and sweat and sex. For a moment, I pull her hands behind her back, forcing her to sit up and on my face. She’s hesitant at first, but I think my enthusiasm overrides any shyness she might have, and she’s twisting into me as she comes again. I know because she tells me, even though her words are barely a whimper at this point. She lifts her body up and off me, then kneels between my legs and pushes her hair behind her head. “D, tell me how you want me to finish you,” she says as she runs her hand up and down on my cock. I bite my lip. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck your tits.” “Well, I’m glad you’re not lying.” She looks down. “Fuck these things? And how would you do that?” I narrow my eyes. “You’ve never done that?” She shakes her head. “Never.” “So I get to take your boobs’ V card?” I exclaim. “Let’s not make a big deal out of it.” She lies down on her back and I position my legs on either side, straddling her upper body. I slide my cock between her breasts, and just enjoy the beautiful view for a moment. When I lean back with one arm for balance, I find myself fondling her clit again—instinct—but she grabs my arm. “Nah-ah. This is about you, now. This is about D.” Grabbing my cock, she pulls me toward her face and leans forward at the same time, then takes me to the back of her throat, leaving me nice and slick. She puts my cock between her tits and then presses them together. “You like that?” she asks, and I nod vigorously. “Very much,” I grit out. “Good. I like watching you do it.” Her eyes flicker with excitement and that turns me on even more. I press her boobs together myself and she grabs hold of my ass and slides her hands around my hips. It’s so damn hot and this is goddamn reckless abandon, and I feel like I can do anything sexually with this woman, like I’m free and she’s my toy and I’m hers, too. I pump my cock between her tits again and she lets out a moan that puts me over the edge. “Gonna come,” I growl. “Where should I come.” “My tits, baby,” she says throatily, and next thing I know I spurt ropes all over her breasts and neck. By some miracle, none gets on her face. When it’s all over, both of our hearts are racing. She looks down at her chest, and then up at me. “Wow.” “I would say sorry, but that would be a lie.” She touches a tiny bit of the liquid with her finger and taps her tongue. “You taste good, actually. I mean, I already tasted you before.” I laugh as I unstraddle her and go grab a towel. “I’ll let you taste me as much as you want, babe. By the way, let me just say you kind of look hot as hell right now.” “Thanks.” I wipe her off, wipe myself off, and then lean down to kiss her. I envisioned a peck, but it ends up being a long, lingering kiss that promises more. She takes my hand and I stand there for a minute, next to her.”
― Mickey Miller, Hate Mates

“Coach, it was six thirty-one—” Farnsworth overthrows Luke again, and Coach turns to me. “Yes. It was. And practice starts at six thirty. Be in the locker room by ten before. On the field five before. It’s not hard.”
― Mickey Miller, Hate Mates

“It’s not even twenty-four hours into my college experience and I think my blood pressure has already risen to angry Donald Duck levels.”
― Mickey Miller, Hate Mates

“Good guy’ and ‘Carter’ are two words that don’t belong in the same sentence. I’m willing to admit that. ‘God’ and ‘Carter,’ however. Those two shall hereafter always be said together.”
― Mickey Miller, The Lying Game

“Don’t let the ghosts of the pasts kill your dreams of the future.”
― Mickey Miller, The Lying Game

“As I near the locker room, I see Coach Sal—AKA my dad—out there with his clipboard, and he waves me over. “Dennis, what the fuck?” “Morning, Coach Sal.”
― Mickey Miller, Hate Mates

“The immutable law of exes: just when you are moving on from your ex, they sense it and get back into the picture, giving you a little breadcrumb of hope and attention so you can’t move on.”
― Mickey Miller, The End Game

“Good girl,” he says, pulling out. “Bring your eyes up to me. I want to see them.”
― Mickey Miller, The Lying Game

“It’s a hot September day, and there’s a buzz about the”
― Mickey Miller, Hate Mates