Valentine Glass > Quotes

“He wants to use my body, to take advantage, and I want to let him. I want to be someone’s one night stand, some blithe slut... I want to allow myself to be like all those women I pretended to look down upon all my life, but whom I secretly envied for having the guts to have their legs spread by strange men in smoky bars.”
― Valentine Glass, Finding the Best Man

“I want you to press into me until you drive me wild with desire. It won't be difficult. I'm so ready to feel you.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“Conspicuous lesbians abounded—it's hard to miss teenage queers who have yet to figure out subtlety—and, though I can’t deny that I like my girls a little rough, most leaned so heavily on the dyke archetype that they looked like a Timberland truck crashed into Lilith Fair.”
― Valentine Glass, Between Kay and You: A Bisexual Girl's Cumming-of-Age Confession

“I want you to know ... you are my slut. I need you to know that you deserve every moment of giving yourself to me.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“I pulled my dress to my hips, bunching it there in a way I was sure must look awkward, but there was no other way to move my legs apart. I considered unzipping the back and slipping it off to seem less ungainly, but I intended to give him not an inch more than he paid for or deserved. I had no illusion of modesty, but I was well aware of my worth as a commodity. If he wanted to see the curve of my back—and certainly if he wanted another look at my tits—there would be a price tag attached.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“As though I had displeased the gods with my erotic hubris, I managed to be the only bisexual girl in the history of colleges who failed to arouse the interest of the campus queers immediately upon setting foot in the dorms.”
― Valentine Glass, Between Kay and You: A Bisexual Girl's Cumming-of-Age Confession

“Within a few seconds, women know if they would ever sleep with a man. With Reed, it seemed every seven seconds that I wanted him between my legs a little more.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“In retrospect, I didn’t really want to be a slut. What I wanted and needed was a therapist who would consent to fucking me, but I doubted my parents’ insurance would have covered that. I had a lot to figure out for myself and I did that by making poor decisions that summer. If some wise, authoritative adult could simply have explained why I wanted to do these things and then done some with me, I think I would have refrained from most of my sexual misadventures...”
― Valentine Glass, Between Kay and You: A Bisexual Girl's Cumming-of-Age Confession

“I had never stripped for a man before. Of course, I had been naked plenty but crossed the space between being dressed and nude as quickly as possible to make good on the lack of clothing.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“Anyone who tells you they only drink wine old enough to have been bottled by their grandfather is an insecure snob who has never had the sublime pleasure of a box of wine at a barbecue.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“Neil leaned forward, his own breathing strange, a look on his face I could not understand. It was how I looked at sunsets or fireworks, my expression on the edge of the Grand Canyon.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“It wasn't the sort of horniness that lingered only in my cunt. I efficiently dealt with that sort after a session with my vibrator. It was the horniness of looking out into the horizon and knowing I wouldn’t get fucked anytime soon.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“Like a blushing virgin unaware of what this older man had in mind, I fluttered my lashes, a pout on my lips.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“My mother was never comfortable with the idea I was a sexual being, even before I made explicit this sexuality involved being facedown between a woman's legs.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“Then I am going to sit in that chair. Until the moment you crawl over there—I will have to insist upon your crawling—you can still say no and turn back. Once you are on your knees for me, I need you to know you are giving yourself to me until I am satisfied. Say you understand.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“Her pouting lips pressed into mine—the sour of beer on them, her still wet hands knit into my hair—gave me no option. I did not want one. I had offered others my submission—or the pretense of it—but she demanded my surrender.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“I know my father blamed himself, since he is the one who discovered me pawing through his pornography in the basement as a child. Even then, I marveled at the strangeness of the women in the magazines, their hair feathered in a style I struggled to believe was ever in fashion.”
― Valentine Glass, Between Kay and You: A Bisexual Girl's Cumming-of-Age Confession

“With every foot I bridged between us, I screamed more loudly at myself to turn back and deny him, but I could only manage to come closer.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“Good and safe" are all I have been during my romantic career, keeping myself virtuous outside of relationships never putting out before I had a commitment and a half dozen dates under my belt.”
― Valentine Glass, Finding the Best Man

“It would be an understatement to suggest I disliked him at once. To claim I was nevertheless captivated against my will would also be minimizing. Here was a man who had my attention in under a minute and whom I wanted to tear to shreds.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“The distance between my home and here is a fraction of the emotional distance between here and inside.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“Even if we married, I might always be second fiddle to his cello, his mistress as he devoted himself more to his music.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“I do not want you to have me softly. You don't have to ask me to confirm if I say harder and faster. If I can still offer intelligible speech after you go harder and faster, you are not yet hard or fast enough. Test how much I can take. I'm confident it is more than you think, but please surprise me. You should call me whatever names you like. Your social conscience requests you refer to me as a 'liberated woman' or a 'sex worker' when your cock means 'slut' and 'whore.' Call me those. It won't offend me coming from your mouth. You should cum in me. I'm on birth control now, and that's what my kitty is for. You can cum elsewhere if you must, as long as doing this will be hotter for you. Don't cum somewhere out of courtesy—though not in my hair, please. I promise you that it is a trial to clean out fully.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“She cheated. She confessed. I forgave ... Emboldened by this, cheated more broadly.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“I don't have much practice sitting in men's laps ... outside mall Santas when I was a little girl.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“Men had more threatened than offered to fuck my ass. My retort had always been that they could try, but I had to do it to them first, which defused the situation. Men tended to take this as a profound insult to their masculinity, as though they would become mincing the minute my strap-on hit their prostate.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“You've slept cuddled in a tangle of bedsheets after sweetly making love. I bet you cooed pillow talk. But fucked them? No. Absolutely not.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“The sweet-talking is not necessary ... I am doing this because you are paying me, not because you charm me.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“To me, loving women exclusively was the only logical narrowing of my sexuality. I could get shivers holding the right woman's hand in the light rain [...] Beneath a guy, the tingles barely grazed me, his pubic bone never figuring out it could press against my clit.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“He smells of secondhand cigar smoke and a brew of perfumes from his bachelor party, but it would be enticing foreplay to shower him fresh before sullying him anew.”
― Valentine Glass, Finding the Best Man