Stuff Seth Says Quotes & Sayings

That's what you wanted me for," he all but growled. His dick was going to cuss him for a bastard if he didn't get inside her. But he'd just have to take it. This was about leaving her wanting more. "Wasn't it? To get you dirty. That's why you know you're going to let me do it. After I leave and you cool down, you'll tell yourself you won't. But one day, you'll beg me for it, because you know there's more, and you know I can give it to you. — Cherrie Lynn

Where you trying to go, huh? Come on me, Macy. Come on me, or I'll take you outside and make you scream right there on the front lawn for the whole fuckin' neighborhood to hear. — Cherrie Lynn

No, you goof. I meant are you decently attired such that we might go into public without getting arrested — Cherrie Lynn

There are some men who lift the age they inhabit, till all men walk on higher ground in that lifetime. — Maxwell Anderson

Of course the Devil is laughing at folks for believing it [Big Bang, etc.]. But hey, it works, it sends 'em to Hell, so he'll use it. — Kent Hovind

All that can accurately be said about a man who thinks he is a poached egg is that he is in the minority. — James Burke

You've been fucked before, huh?" he asked, angling her so that his piercing slid over her G-spot when he entered. "By the time I'm done, you'll have reassessed your definition — Cherrie Lynn

You want me?" he breathed. "You want my mouth on your pussy, sucking it until you scream, or my cock back inside it? Tell me how you need it, and I'll give it to you. — Cherrie Lynn

Two women, one nigra and one white, whose voices were part of me, whose hands had comforted, soothed, and taught. One a pine-knot torch and the other a scented beeswax candle against the darkness of my ignorance and fear. Both gone. — Ann Rinaldi

It is a sure evidence of a good book if it pleases us more and more as we grow older. — Georg C. Lichtenberg

It's not the number of years that makes you old, but the idea that you are getting old. — Emile Coue

He doesn't back away from the darkness; he wades into the murkiest shadows with me. We share a need that blends everything into one long grasp for the improbable. It's a healing to a tear, a filling of a void, a bending to a demand for more. And I give it all to him, laying open every remembered tear, every void, every demand to make it his own, our own. — Willow Madison