Justine Elyot > Quotes

“We should be able to time travel," he said. "Back to an age when society was kinder to the Rubenesque woman."

"Hmph." I wasn't able to say much.

"I'd love that. I love softness. Love curves. The more, the better."

"D'you really?"

"Why wouldn't I? Think of all the words associated with a bit of extra flesh. Generous. Ample. Voluptuous. Bountiful. Beautiful, sensual words. Contrast them with their opposites. Mean. Insufficient. Meager. Miserly."

I snuffled into his velvet jerkin or doublet or whatever it was and looked up at him. "You should be a professional morale booster," I told him. "You're very kind to say all this but --"

"Kind?" he burst out. "No, I'm not kind! I don't feel sorry for you. I want you.”
― Justine Elyot, Curvy Girls

“I don’t usually bother with subs over size eight but I might make an exception for you if you’re fit.’ Deleted. Ten dom bottles hanging on the wall. ‘Suck my cock, bitch.’ And if one dom bottle should accidentally fall…”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“Good girl. Or rather, bad girl. Flaunting yourself in that bar and taking strange men home for kinky sex. You need a sound lesson, young lady. Believe me, your slutty behaviour will be dealt with.”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“Even to identify oneself as a person with an interest in the kinky side of things is a risk many prefer not to take. We lurk behind the vanilla lines, looking wistfully over at the dungeon parties on the other side, getting our thrills by internet proxy.”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“he knew how to direct. He was a man who understood the mechanisms of control, using his voice, his stance, his body, his hands …”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“Be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a deviant.”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“I’m not a nice girl,’ pointed out Lou. ‘Not like you.’ Oh, if you only knew.”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“So what were the tears for?’ he asked, circling a lotioned fingertip around the hot spots. ‘I think … gratitude,’ I said. ‘I’m doing things I’ve only dreamed of and finding them even better than fantasy. I expected it to be sordid and awkward, but it’s even more powerful than I imagined.”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“Not going to put my cock up there, am I? Just a finger. Or two. Just give you a taste … of how it feels to be double-penetrated. Don’t you want to know?”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“Like having his hand wrapped around your neck all night. His mark on you. Me: (gabbling) Are you a possessive type, then? Him: Oh yes. Not particularly jealous, though, and certainly not in an abusive way. But if a girl likes to feel possessed, then I’m happy to oblige.”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“I should just accept that my sexuality, my kink, was always going to be taboo, sordid, disgusting, sleazy. But what could I do? I’d tried vanilla, and it hadn’t worked. Was I going to have to settle for a life of self-love?”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“His lips quirked, and his hand fell a little harder on my quivering bottom. ‘That’s right, Cherry. A bad girl. And what do bad girls get?’ Good sex. ‘They get punished?’ ‘Try adding a “sir” to that.’ ‘They get punished, sir.”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“The crack of leather on willow.’ I had to stop. Leather. Willow. Mmmm. Leather.”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“all in the room knew that you liked a big cock, a hard, forceful fuck and plenty of clitoral stimulation.”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“I’m over your damn knee?’ I hazarded, with an irrepressible snort. Oh dear. It seemed I was discovering a hitherto-unknown minxy side of myself.”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match

“If you are under 18 or offended by alternative sexualities, please leave now.’ I wasn’t under 18, and I certainly wasn’t offended by alternative sexualities, but my finger was positively shaking over the “Enter” button, as if I expected a flashing light to go off at the local police station the moment I pressed it. ‘Pervert alert,’ the desk sergeant would say”
― Justine Elyot, Meeting Her Match