Whitney G. Quotes & Sayings

I'd heard a lot of bullshit in my life, but "I have to be your only one" might've secured itself in the number one spot. — Whitney G.

Are your ellipses (...) implying something significant or do you just enjoy abusing grammar for no reason? — Whitney G.

My cock has been in every inch of her mouth. — Whitney G.

You agreed to the terms, but I'm going to re-iterate them in more serious and final words for you. Until this ends, my cock is the only cock you're allowed to have, your mouth belongs to me, and if you're ever wet and in need of pleasure, you'll wait until I'm available to give it to you. — Whitney G.

I quickly decided that he was bipolar, — Whitney G.

And can you please have the janitor check my floor for fucking superglue?" ~ Andrew Hamilton — Whitney G.

Spare me the goddamn ellipses." He hissed. — Whitney G.

They don't sell friends in stores.... — Whitney G.

Because you're bipolar. — Whitney G.

But you don't own me. — Whitney G.

Thank you for your attempt at trying to be thoughtful while stealing shit from me." He picked up a crossword booklet from a chair and tossed it into the trash. "And for filling out my fucking crossword puzzles without me having to ask. I'm not sure how I've ever survived this long without you. — Whitney G.

You don't need to like me to fuck me," he said. "You just need to like fucking me." He stepped closer, letting his forehead touch mine. "And from the way you still come every time we meet up, it's clear you still like that. — Whitney G.

Do you normally talk as you get dressed?" I cut her off and took a seat on the bed. "I'm pretty sure it's something that doesn't require conversation. — Whitney G.

Are you for real? You can't use another friend? We can't be 'just friends'? - Liz. Hell no - Thoreau. — Whitney G.

See? This is the type of fuckery I have to listen to (with a straight face) for hours on end. — Whitney G.

Oh, Gillian..." Her voice was soft. "You are a disappointment. But that's okay. Everyone can't be great and I love you all the same. It's not the end of the world if - " I — Whitney G.

I just bet Dad another thousand that you'll be back by this Christmas." - I — Whitney G.

Her pussy just fell on your dick? — Whitney G.

And the dress she was wearing, a highly inappropriate one that hugged her thighs a little too tightly, rose up an inch every time she took a step. — Whitney G.

Are your ass cheeks touching my desk right now?" "You don't even insult me the normal way that you used to," she said. "I actually miss that." I pulled out a box of Clorox wipes. — Whitney G.

I need to fuck you again. Preferably the second we land in London, but I'm not opposed to doing it after you get finished serving either. — Whitney G.

I invested in a box of paper bags today." ~ Andrew Hamilton — Whitney G.

We'll always be fucking, Gillian" He smiled, biting my lip before tossing me onto the bed. "That's the best part of us. — Whitney G.

Are you still interested in hardcore? — Whitney G.

Somewhere between us hating each other back then, you became my first real friend, my first and only best friend, and I didn't realize it until last summer, but you've actually been my first everything." "You were my first kiss, my first date that I actually enjoyed, and the first woman I fell in love with - the first woman I actually made love to..." he said. "And you're still the only person I can talk to twenty times a day - whether it's via letter, email, text, or phone call, and still feel like it's not enough. — Whitney G.

WHAT. THE. FUCK! — Whitney G.

Subject: Charlotte
How's your week going so far? (Mine is very stressful and hectic)

Subject: Re: Charlotte
This email isn't about fucking. (Emails are only supposed to be about fucking.)
-Jake

Subject: Charlottoe (The Correct Email)
Meet me in Terminal C when you land. Gate 15.
-Jake. — Whitney G.

One dinner. One night. No repeats. — Whitney G.

Is there super glue on my floor? — Whitney G.

Thank you, Professor Weston... - How about those ellipses? Did they fit there)
- Gillian — Whitney G.

You're a goddamn thief and a liar, Gillian..." he whispered against my mouth as he slid his hand between my thighs and tore off my soaked panties. "A goddamn thief and a liar. — Whitney G.

Karma is one hell of a bitch! — Whitney G.

For years, I'd never understood what it meant when people said they felt like laughing and crying at the same time, until now. (...) I was waking up every morning - reaching for her, rolling over in bed at night to pull her closer, but she was never there. — Whitney G.

You can ride my cock until you're not mad anymore, and I can tongue your pussy until you can't think anymore. — Whitney G.

I honestly think you're the most insane and infuriating woman I've ever met. I knew from the moment you gave me a tour of my own goddamn apartment that you were a special brand of psycho. — Whitney G.

Are you fucking someone else?"
"We haven't spoken in weeks." I grit my teeth. "I haven't seen you in weeks, and this is the first thing you ask me? How about, 'Hello, Gillian. It's been a long time since we last spoke. How are you?'"
"Hello, Gillian." He mocks me, locking his eyes on mine. "It's been a long time since we last spoke. How are you?" He doesn't give me a chance to answer. "Are you fucking someone else? — Whitney G.

This is hardly love."
"Then it's hardly lust."
"Then we'll just call it us. — Whitney G.

I'm going to miss you... so fucking much. — Whitney G.

We need to be far more careful. There was a video of us kissing in the hallway via security camera."
My eyes widened. "Do you not hear yourself, Jake? Is that not the perfect reason to end this?
"No, and I'm still waiting for you to give me an acceptable one. Are you finished?"
I was silent for a few seconds. "I'm not attracted to you anymore."
"A reason that doesn't insult my intelligence." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Tell me the truth."
"I like you."
He blinked. — Whitney G.