T.S. Snow > Quotes

“Could a person die of embarrassment? Asking for a friend. Me. I was the friend.”
― T.S. Snow, Hectic

“The guy needed to be locked up and studied because he was clearly out of his fucking mind.”
― T.S. Snow, Erratic

“I was cock-notized. Hypno-cocked? Dick-tinized?”
― T.S. Snow, Erratic

“I had a bad feeling there would be no WiFi waiting to connect with my phone inside. Somehow, that was a million times worse than the creepy haunted house appearance.”
― T.S. Snow, Hectic

“I only rewarded good behavior. Bad behavior had to be punished early in the relationship, before we settled. Sheldon had managed to condition Penny, so I didn’t see why I couldn’t condition Andres either.”
― T. S. Snow, Ecstatic

“You’re late,” he said. Well, hello to you too! You walking penguin. But did I say that? No I didn’t, because I was doing a good job at the whole adulting thing. One star. Did not recommend”
― T.S. Snow, Erratic

“There was hate-fucking someone to get the edge off, and then there was fucking someone only to hate yourself.  I was all for the first, but the latter was just plain stupidity.”
― T.S. Snow, Deadly Illusions

“Like a bad fungal infection that you just couldn't get rid of no matter how hard you tried, he came back.”
― T.S. Snow, Hectic

“I took advantage of his proximity and calming presence to take two big sniffs of his scent before I patted his lower back. I was rocking this being bros thing. The temptation to squeeze his butt had been real.”
― T.S. Snow, Frenetic

“Oh, Char, I’ve waited far too long to have you like this to allow you to rush any of it.” He spoke in between open-mouthed kisses on my neck, and the neck-to-clit response was on point. Seriously, what even was this sorcery?”
― T.S. Snow, Erratic

“The more I poked at this shitstorm, the more it would stink, and it was just not worth it.”
― T.S. Snow, Hectic

“In my next life, I wanted to come back as a dog—a very spoiled, adorable house dog whose main concern would be whether to sniff my own butt or take another nap. No more dating, no more having to juggle men and their demands, no more emotional rollercoasters. It would be just me and my treats. Maybe some belly rubbing too.”
― T.S. Snow, Frenetic

“This orgasm denial thing was overrated. I wanted multiple orgasms. Many orgasms. One after the other. An orgasm collection. Hell, I wanted the damn orgasm figurines so I could put them on my shelf or something. I was greedy, dammit.”
― T.S. Snow, Frenetic

“Every place I looked had yet another crazy surprise, and it was equally horrifying and fascinating. Like the literal white elephant statue in the room we passed that had been hidden by the couch, but that stood proud, with his trunk raised, and honest-to-Goddess anal beads wrapped around the trunk like some kind of mental decoration.”
― T.S. Snow, Erratic

“I really, really wanted to see every single inch of him. Up close. With my mouth. Wait. No. Can’t see with your mouth, Charisma. You want to lick every single inch of him after you closely examine it all with your eyes. Yes. Good plan.”
― T.S. Snow, Erratic

“A sudden pinch on my nipple had my eyes flying open again, and I focused on the sexy beast on top of me. “Good. You’re back. I’m doing some of my best work here, so the least you could do is pay attention.”
― T.S. Snow, Erratic

“sometimes twice a day. Jess”
― T.S. Snow, Chaotic

“Why, oh why, is it so hard to people?”
― T.S. Snow, Chaotic

“I’m going to come,” I warned, right before I fell off the cliff. I exploded in a pleasure so intense, I thought I might’ve seen the Goddess herself smiling down at me. It was a religious experience if I’d ever had one.”
― T.S. Snow, Frenetic

“I don’t want to point fingers, but this is all of your faults,”
― T.S. Snow, Allure: Part One

“just wanted to play possum and keel over, buy myself some time. That was the adult, responsible thing to do to deal with things you didn’t want to deal with, right?”
― T.S. Snow, Erratic

“When backed into a corner, hiss or fake your way through things. Mailbox Opossum motto number twenty-seven.”
― T.S. Snow, Erratic

“I hated phone calls. There was nothing that needed saying that couldn’t be delivered with a text. It also cut down on the social interaction time and all the bullshit small talk.”
― T.S. Snow, Deadly Illusions

“the whole reason I put myself through wearing the tight leather pants was because I knew how great they made my ass look, even if—and I’d die before I admitted this to anyone—they were actually leggings just made to look like leather with the help of some well-placed illusions. After all, it was much, much easier to walk and fight in leggings than real leather. No reason to look badass but be uncomfortable when I could have both comfort and badassery.”
― T.S. Snow, Deadly Illusions

“sudden pinch on my nipple had my eyes flying open again, and I focused on the sexy beast on top of me. “Good. You’re back. I’m doing some of my best work here, so the least you could do is pay attention.”
― T.S. Snow, Erratic