Jackie Quotes

“Not stupid. Overly trusting, maybe, but that reflects on his lack of trustworthiness, not on your intelligence.”
― Tammara Webber, Easy

“Davy lets fly an oath and storms out of the hold. We hear his fist hit the wall as he leaves.
you really are an evil girl, says Jaimy.
I know, I murmur. I shall have to pay.”
― L.A. Meyer, Bloody Jack

“I can't believe you didn't tell me you have a phone."

"It is a penis move," said Ethan agreed in a stiff voice.
"Dick move, baby," said Remmy”
― Jill Myles, Succubi Are Forever

“Put a hat on the soldier. The soldiers don't need to have an egg for breakfast, unless you want to buy breakfasts, lunches, and dinners for the next eighteen years. Let's have fun, but keep it safe.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“JACKIE. I swear to God: Being in love with Veronica - it's like feeding your love to Godzilla every morning, and every morning you go "Yo, 'Zilla, these shits are very delicate so please chew softly", - and every morning - the motherfucker just goes crunch!”
― Stephen Adly Guirgis, The Motherfucker With the Hat

“We kissed again . . . . My clit began to twerk.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“He dropped his towel. He showed me what I had gotten myself into, what wanted to get into me.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“His sexual movements were smoother than warm butter, creative, musical, and right away he became a conductor who directed the performance and moans of his one-woman orchestra with his dick. I sang like a choir.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“You're a pretty woman."
"I'm almost as pretty as that silver wedding ring on your left hand.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“Eye contact creates wars, creates fights, but eye contact also creates arousal. I felt the weird, pointless tingles, and I read his face and his smile. I tried to look inside him, see what he was feeling, while at the same time guarding myself.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“My hand slid into his. The warmth of his hand surrounded mine and made me wish Carson Boulevard was miles more than six lanes wide. He let my hand go when we made it to the sidewalk.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“He asked, "May I kiss you?"

I stopped blinking. The six lanes of traffic stopped moving. That question made the world stop spinning. A chill ran up and down my spine. My hands opened and closed a thousand times.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“I let my towel drop to the carpet. Nakedness stared at nakedness, and nakedness smiled.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“My sounds encouraged his tongue to torture me. . . . Without embarrassment he sucked me like I was a man . . . . Glanced up at me as I looked down at him. . . . Then put all of his tongue deep inside me again. I lost it. People in planes, and on Century, Sepulveda, and Airport boulevards, heard my sexual pleas.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey

“He tongue swiped my sex like was licking the frosting off a cupcake. I called out to heaven again. . . . My sounds encouraged him to torture me.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“He carried me, my legs wrapped around him, and moved in and out of me, stroked me as he walked around the room.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“His rod, his staff, it comforted me.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“I felt it coming and it felt so good, the hollowness inside my belly, a rising savageness, a sensation of hunger that I wanted to run from, yet embrace; control, yet submit to; and all I could do was squirm.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“. . . Your hair--it's kind of wavy. Indian in your blood, or are you a hypocrite and texturize your hair?"
He hesitated, appeared uneasy, then said, "My mother is black and my father is white."
"Your a brown-skinned Drake and didn't vote for your cousin Obama?”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“. . . I looked at him, at the debonair man in the suit of all suits . . . . I wasn't in clothes on the level of his, but I wanted the hotel staff to regard me with respect. I grabbed my bag, hoping he wouldn't say anything about me carrying so much, but. I wanted it to look like I was arriving as a guest, not as rented coochie.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“I held his energy in my hand. When it was firm, when it was rising, I let it go, eased it down to his inner thigh, watched it spring back up”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“He . . . took his wedding ring off, as if he had meant to do it while I showered, then put it on the nightstand, as if that was all it took for a married man to become unmarried . . .”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“He made himself comfortable on his back and I climbed him, straddled his face . . . and leaned toward the headboard so I could keep my balance and stay in control, so I wouldn't fall on his nose.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night