“You shouldn't walk away from something that intrigues you”
―
Lisa Renee Jones,
If I Were You
“I can feel this man in every part of my body and he has not even touched me.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“Taking you to the shower. Me Tarzan, You Jane. Do as I say.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“I've always known we were two puzzle pieces that fit together in a hollow that is our pain. There was a time when I was certain we were too damaged not to destroy each other. Now I think we are saving each other.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me
“Other people’s perfection is a facade we create when we are second guessing ourselves” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“The art does not always mimic the artist. You never know the real person until you slide beneath their surface” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“I'm going to lick you all over before this night is over, Sara, ... Suck your nipples until you are crazy with need, then spread you wide and lick you until you come and then, I'm going to do it all over again. I'm going to make sure you are so thoroughly fucked that being fucked has a new meaning.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“The rush of fear is far better than the defeat of boredom.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“I don't even like horror movies. The world has enough real monsters without creating fictional monsters.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“I decide to turn to my old faithful solution to all that is wrong in life. Coffee.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“Any man who isn't married by thirty-five is either gay or he's got skeletons in his closet.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“Anger surges in me and I stand up. "You have no right -"He's on his feet towering over me. "What if I want to have a right?” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“Losing control and you taking it from me are two different things, Sara. You won't ever take it from me.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“The end of starvation is quite delicious.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“His hand slides to my face. “Look at me when I enter you.”His voice is rough, intense. “See me, Sara.”“I do.”He presses inside me and thrusts, burying himself deeply, completely. “Feel me.”“Yes.”He lowers his mouth a breath from mine. “But do you feel us?”My hands slide around him, holding on to him. “Yes.”“I’m not sure you do.” He brushes his mouth over mine.“But before tonight is over, you will.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me
“Shhh,” he murmurs, kissing away the droplets clinging to my cheeks. “We’re together now.”I shake my head, rejecting an answer that promises only one moment in time. “I have to know that the next time you get like that, we deal with it together, no matter what that means, Chris. I have to know.”“I won’t get—”His denial spikes through me and I try to push away from him, but he holds me. “Sara, wait.”“You will go there again. You will. I’m not about to pretend otherwise. It’s all or nothing, Chris. All the dark, hated places you go, you go with me. You have to trust me enough to love that part of you as much as I do the rest.”“You don’t know what you’re asking.”“It’s not a question. It’s not even close to a request. This is how it has to be.” His lashes lower; his struggle is palpable, and I soften instantly, hurting as he hurts. My fingers find his hair, stroking tenderly. “Let me love what you hate. Let me do that for you.”He presses his cheek to mine, his whiskers a welcome rasp on my cheek. “God, woman. I can’t lose you.”I close my eyes and whisper, “I’m not going anywhere.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me
“You make me feel alive.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“You told me I was making you crazy last night," he reminds me, drawing me out of my thoughts, back to a present I'm uncertain of."You are, Chris.""Well, you are making me crazy, too.""Is this supposed to be making me feel better?” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“How many of us allow others to define us and thus we become what they want us to be, not what we should be or could be?” ― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me
“I can feel this man in every part of my body and he has not even touched me.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“Taking you to the shower. Me Tarzan, You Jane. Do as I say.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“I've always known we were two puzzle pieces that fit together in a hollow that is our pain. There was a time when I was certain we were too damaged not to destroy each other. Now I think we are saving each other.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me
“Other people’s perfection is a facade we create when we are second guessing ourselves” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“The art does not always mimic the artist. You never know the real person until you slide beneath their surface” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“I'm going to lick you all over before this night is over, Sara, ... Suck your nipples until you are crazy with need, then spread you wide and lick you until you come and then, I'm going to do it all over again. I'm going to make sure you are so thoroughly fucked that being fucked has a new meaning.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“The rush of fear is far better than the defeat of boredom.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“I don't even like horror movies. The world has enough real monsters without creating fictional monsters.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“I decide to turn to my old faithful solution to all that is wrong in life. Coffee.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“Any man who isn't married by thirty-five is either gay or he's got skeletons in his closet.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“Anger surges in me and I stand up. "You have no right -"He's on his feet towering over me. "What if I want to have a right?” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“Losing control and you taking it from me are two different things, Sara. You won't ever take it from me.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“The end of starvation is quite delicious.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“His hand slides to my face. “Look at me when I enter you.”His voice is rough, intense. “See me, Sara.”“I do.”He presses inside me and thrusts, burying himself deeply, completely. “Feel me.”“Yes.”He lowers his mouth a breath from mine. “But do you feel us?”My hands slide around him, holding on to him. “Yes.”“I’m not sure you do.” He brushes his mouth over mine.“But before tonight is over, you will.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me
“Shhh,” he murmurs, kissing away the droplets clinging to my cheeks. “We’re together now.”I shake my head, rejecting an answer that promises only one moment in time. “I have to know that the next time you get like that, we deal with it together, no matter what that means, Chris. I have to know.”“I won’t get—”His denial spikes through me and I try to push away from him, but he holds me. “Sara, wait.”“You will go there again. You will. I’m not about to pretend otherwise. It’s all or nothing, Chris. All the dark, hated places you go, you go with me. You have to trust me enough to love that part of you as much as I do the rest.”“You don’t know what you’re asking.”“It’s not a question. It’s not even close to a request. This is how it has to be.” His lashes lower; his struggle is palpable, and I soften instantly, hurting as he hurts. My fingers find his hair, stroking tenderly. “Let me love what you hate. Let me do that for you.”He presses his cheek to mine, his whiskers a welcome rasp on my cheek. “God, woman. I can’t lose you.”I close my eyes and whisper, “I’m not going anywhere.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me
“You make me feel alive.” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“You told me I was making you crazy last night," he reminds me, drawing me out of my thoughts, back to a present I'm uncertain of."You are, Chris.""Well, you are making me crazy, too.""Is this supposed to be making me feel better?” ― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You
“How many of us allow others to define us and thus we become what they want us to be, not what we should be or could be?” ― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me
