M.K. Schiller Quotes & Sayings

Guess what? You're a MILF too, which in my book means a man I'd like to forget. — M.K. Schiller

Do you think they have ice cream here?" Lanie asked.

Kyle cocked his eyebrow, obviously surprised by her question. "I have no idea. Why do you ask?"
"Because I like ice cream when I'm stressed," she replied, thinking she wasn't just stressed. She was burning up and needed something cold.
"I don't mean to cause you anxiety. Don't worry. I'll get you ice cream whether they have it here or not, if that's what you want."

"Wow, Kyle, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," she replied with a smile. — M.K. Schiller

I think nothing but good things about you. I see it every day, despite how you try to hide it. — M.K. Schiller

The woman at the next table is making eyes at you," Lanie said, whispering conspiratorially.

"Really? What does she make them out of? Cloth? — M.K. Schiller

I dreaded Mondays. They always loomed up before their time, like some quiet, inescapable, energy-sucking demon. — M.K. Schiller

Marley, there are a lot of men who can make you feel good for an hour, or a night, or a week. There's very few that can make you feel cherished all the time. — M.K. Schiller

Fork you, Kyle," she said and took a bite of her duck, chewing it with deliberate slowness.
"Fork yourself, Lanie," he replied, irritated by her rant.
She got quiet for a minute, swallowed, and then said barely above a whisper, "I tried but it didn't work. That's why I have you. — M.K. Schiller

I planned this whole thing. In fact, guess what? The company you think you work for? It's all a fraud perpetrated by yours truly. I created it, so we could have this intimate moment together. The city of Chicago? It doesn't exist. It's part of my master plan to fuck you, Marley. — M.K. Schiller

Rick: "...and we all need tragedy in our lives."
Marley: "Why do you think we need tragedy?"
Rick: "Because it makes us the people we are. It makes us more real. You can't experience the power of healing if you've never been broken, right? — M.K. Schiller

Ice cream isn't junk food, Kyle. It's a staple like milk or eggs. — M.K. Schiller

Because this story is the road to the Pulitzer, something you covet very badly. I'm willing to bet that just the idea of this story is making you harder than the blonde at the bar. — M.K. Schiller

You can't experience the power of healing if you've never been broken. — M.K. Schiller

I'm very attentive, Marley. I want to give it all of the resources at my disposal so it will thrive and flourish. I want to watch while it grows under my nurturing hands. — M.K. Schiller

He slammed her door shut and spun her so she was facing him.

"One more for the road." She stared at him with a perplexed expression but didn't back away. "I want another taste," he said, feeling his heart race. He leaned her against the car and crushed his lips against hers. This time she ran her fingers through his hair, making him moan. He wanted to touch the curves of her body through the thick fabric of her dress, but he forced himself to concentrate all his efforts on her sexy, soft, pouty lips. When he released her, they were both breathless. Her lips were chapped, and those golden eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality. There was so much electricity between them that, if harnessed, they could power the whole damn city. — M.K. Schiller

He utilized my skills during the day and I fantasized about his skills during the night. — M.K. Schiller

Don't worry, baby. I'm going to worship every inch of your delicious body, and then I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight. — M.K. Schiller

A girl by any other name still smells as sweet, and, baby, you sure do smell good. — M.K. Schiller

Sometimes when you get what you wish for, it's not what you want at all. — M.K. Schiller

It doesn't matter if you're behind a locked door under the covers or walking around in the middle of the night. If something's gonna get you, it'll get you no matter what. — M.K. Schiller

I toured with the Dead — M.K. Schiller

He looked down, watching her delicate, soft fingers encircle his rock-hard dick and wondering when a hand job had turned him on so much.

"Tell me what to do."

"Stroke, don't pull," he said, noticing his voice was incoherent, but somehow she understood it. "North and south, not east and west."

"It's huge."

"Don't worry its bark is worse than its bite."

She looked up at home, knitting her brows together and smiling nervously. "It bites?"

He had never laughed so hard and been so hard at the same time. — M.K. Schiller

Why do you have a blanket in your car?"
"In case I need it."
"Have you ever had sex on it?" I asked, staring at the soft plush material with narrowing eyes.
Ethan laughed, "Of course I have."
"Oh, I said, holding the material further away.
"It's my sex blanket. Whenever I'm int he mood, I just lay it on the ground, take off my clothes, and the ladies line up. — M.K. Schiller

Just show a little skin once in a while. You look like a member of a freaking Mormon cult or something. We live in Chicago, not Baghdad. — M.K. Schiller

Son, I know you don't consider me family and that pain I'll take to my grave. Let me just tell you this though, never turn your back on somebody you love, you'll never forgive yourself. -Rick's Grandfather — M.K. Schiller

Stevie: "Oh, Adam, don't let her hurt my pussy. You love that pussy as much as I do."
Adam: "Marley, if you so much as hurt a hair on my future wife's pussy, I'll kill you. — M.K. Schiller

Who did you pray for?"
I stared down at the lake. "I prayed for Mandy."
"That's so sweet."
"Yeah, I asked God to make her less annoying. — M.K. Schiller

Marley, let's get one thing straight. I've seen you in a short skirt. I've seen your bare legs and have imagined them wrapped around me. I've felt the curves of your body with my hands and the way it responds to me. I've tasted the sweetness of your mouth. There is nothing you can do to erase those images from my mind. So understand this, you could wear a Middle-eastern Burka and it wouldn't help me right now. — M.K. Schiller

The kind of face that commanded compensation simply for existing. — M.K. Schiller

To all the girls I've loved before,
To Sylvie, Sophie, Gabrielle and Lenore,
The raven may tap and crow upon my door,
But regardless of any plans of fate, or enticing lures,
I promise to love you forevermore. — M.K. Schiller