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329.
"Knickers?"
"We're in England, I'm trying to fit in."
"Yes, of course, everyone floats around 10 feet in the air in England, you're doing a wonderful job. Keep up the good work."

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330.
"I'll see your 2 small blondes and raise you a Spanish virgin."
Kennedy looked up open mouthed. "You're bluffing!"
Faith smirked at her, she laid her cards down with a flourish.
"Shit." Kennedy slammed her cards down in disgust. "How many Spanish virgins did you win in the big house?"
"well, you know, we didn't really trade them as such."

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331.
"You ever make out in a haunted house, Buffy?"
She giggled. "No. Did you?"
Faith lowered her head to Buffy's chest. "Oh yeah, any minute now

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332.
"We thought Buffy was being murdered." Dawn tried sheepishly.
"Jesus, I thought we'd been through that. I'm really over killing your sister, Dawn."

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333.
"I don't imagine any of you have ever carved anything more intricate than a cheese toasty before."
"Actually in prison they taught us how to do soap carvings, it was a little difficult as they wouldn't let us have anything sharp, but we managed ok." Faith said proudly.
Willow scoffed at her. "Imagine that, no sharp objects, how ever did you relieve the tension then?" She asked sarcastically.
"Same as everyone else, carved it into a dildo, took the edge off nicely."

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334.
The first time she tried it was when she stole a bottle I had already taken a sip from.
"Can I have some?" she opened it and took a long drink.
I just stared at her. "What Faith? I don't have coodies."
"Well... uh, nevermind."
"What?"
"Nuthin'."
"Faith, just hurry up and tell me!"
"Nothing. I don't think you can spread oral herpes through sharing drinks, can you?" Silence. "B?"
Silence. "Hey, B, you ok?"
I couldn't take it anymore. I started laughing so hard my eyes began to water. "I was only kidding, honest B."

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335.
She’s the kind of girl men pin on their walls. You’re happy just to pin them on your bed. Where ever that happens to be at the time.

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336.
Rage burns like desire, and she's never really been good at drawing the line between the two. She's not entirely sure there is a line between the two.

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337.
she just radiated this energy, like spotlight was shining only on her. Her energy was kind of dark but very, very strong. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wearing a black tank top and leather pants, her long brown hair swinging around as she danced. Believe me, they don't grow girls like that where I'm from.

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338.
“Come on, What I want to do to you requires the use of a bed. A big bed.” She pulled Willow off of the car and chuckled.
“What?”
“We dented the car.”
Willow looked over at the rather obvious dip in the hood and started to laugh. “Gives it character.”

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339.
Teaching kids about homosexuality will make them gay... like how teaching them French will make them foreign

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340.
Prison was never silent. There was always noise, someone screaming, someone crying, cumin’ or dying. But never silence.

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341.
She was all breathless. I love her breathless. I’d love her more spread out naked on the ground and breathless.

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342.
“You’re still psychotic.”
“Depends on who ya ask."

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343.
"You're so transparent, Buffy, I can see right through you. Which is a good thing, cus I like what's behind you. Hey, Faith. YOU'RE looking good. Been working out?"

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344.
I feel like such a chick suddenly.
Wow.
That rarely happens. Not that I feel like a dude, but I rarely feel like this. Even when I bottom during sex, I'm really not. I still have a sense of control and my partner knows it. I may be receiving, but I'm still the aggressor.

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345.
Faith, I'm just gonna open up this blue box for a second. If that's okay, keep snoring."
Permission granted.

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346.
You'll do ok on the psych test, as long as you don't check the box which says "I occasionly like to kill people"

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347.
When Buffy turned back to look into the living room, she saw that Faith and Missy were making out on the couch. It was by-far the hottest thing that ever transpired in the history of the universe.

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348.
"Looks like we're both in hell here," Faith said. She hesitated for a moment. "Only you're missing the boys and I'm surrounded by sexy girls that are all straight," she added.

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349.
"Well, she's from a rich family and I'm, well, a juvenile delinquent."

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350.
"Girlfriend? As in.." she frowned, "boyfriend, only a girl?"

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351.
she makes it feel less like reading, more like living: an unforgettable experience.

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352.
the grand thing about areas that have illgalised gay marraige is
this: as you just mentioned, a marraige licence is a legally binding
contractual document. and as you may or maynot know, a contract is a
contract, no matter what it says, where ever you are in the world. you
get married in one place, you're married everywhere.

kinda like how if you get married in vagas, you're married everywhere.

so fuck it, go to boston, or san fran, or canada, or amsterdam, get
hitched, and then you can rub it in your states/country's face saying,
in a very adult and mature tone: nah nah nee nah nah..


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353.
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354.
"Where were you?”
“I got busy.” With your girlfriend. He thought. “Sorry… it couldn’t be helped.”

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355.
Knowing that she's a virgin to women, I didn't want
her first fuck with a girl to be in some smoky club with a bunch of
horny dykes watching. I'm considerate like that.

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356.
"Would you like to come inside and have some coffee or something?"
*God, can you be anymore obvious in offering yourself to her?* I might as well have said "Coffee, tea or me."

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357.
Trying to stay in control of my hormones is really
difficult for me. Restraint is not something I usually practice;
unless of course it involves ropes or handcuffs during the act.

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358.
sue, is the fingersmith... maud lives in a big house in the country with her uncle... a guy called gentleman (a fraud artist) wants to marry maud for her fortune... he sends sue to be maud's maid (to help convince maud to marry him) lots of double crossing ensues... and sue and maud fall in love

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359.
My plan was to call her yesterday, the official day 3. You know the game. Call on day 1, you're fuckin' desperate. Call on day 2, you're fuckin' needy. Call on day 3, you're fuckin' cool.
Now it's day 4, and I'm just fucked.

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360.
well i wouldn't want you complaining that i made u tired again.... but keeping a lady up all night and her being tired the next morning.... well i'd take that as a compliment

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361.
"I know you can talk Faith."
I HAVE TRIED. DOESN?T WORK. HOW COME?
"It is a symptom of your condition." She said.
BEING EVIL PSYCHO SLAYER IS A CONDITION NOW?

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362.
one cannot give up half of their soul to someone just cause they ask nicely. Seems it can only be a selfless act from one soul mate to another. Funny that.

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363.
"Eat me, rug-munchkin."
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"I'd rather kiss your mother,"

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364.
She was being kissed for the sake of kissing, touched for the sake of touching, by someone who quite obviously knew how. It felt very, very good

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365.
you're talking in donuts. Round and round, nothing in the middle

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366.
"if you've stopped reducing me to a singular consonant, you must really like me."

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367.
Not glass half empty, the glass is on the floor in fucking shards and all of us are dancing right through them. It hurts. It hurts so god damn much.

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368.
"you sound like you mean it. Like there’s hope.”
“You want me to start punning on my name?”
“Not if you want me to keep taking you seriously.”
So I hold back for the moment on the ‘keeping the faith’, cos it does sound a lot like bullshit.


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369.
I know nothing. As in the kind of nothing that equals zero. It’s not a heck of a lot.

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370.
Just a dyke whore who cant keep her hands out of other girls' pants

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371.
“You wanna take this to the bedroom?”
“I wanna take you in the bedroom.”

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372.
"I guess congratulations are in order for you two, but if you hurt her I'll beat you to death with a shovel."

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373.
Buffy had been amazed when she walked out of the upstairs bathroom. She was in her full Faith glory. Her make up was thick, her clothes tight in all the right places. She was the Slayer, and she was pissed. Buffy wished for the millionth time that morning, that all of this would go away and she could spend the day in her room, naked, with Faith. She shook her head, chastising herself. Buffy had to concentrate. There was a little evil brewing, and she needed to be on her game to stop it.

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374.
"So?" Willow asked softly, when Buffy came up beside her.
"Huh?" Buffy asked, distracted.
"Well?" Willow nudged her with her elbow.
"Well what?" Buffy asked, pouring some coffee for herself.
"You know." Willow said, still whispering, rolling her eyes.
"You are wigging me out!" Buffy exclaimed.
"My best friend joins the 'family' ? I have to know Buffy. How was it?"

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375.
She was trying to kill me. I was dying and going to heaven, and it was at the hands, or rather tongue of Buffy Summers. I always knew this girl would be the one who killed me, never thought I would love the way she sent me there.
For someone who played Miss-Straight-America she was doing things I had only read about, playing my body like it was some sort of instrument.

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376.
“HEY! You guys going for seconds in there?”
“No Cor, thirds… give us a minute okay?”
And now laughing as she rolls her eyes at me.
“I guess we should go.”
“Hell yeah B, this day just keeps getting better and better, I thought it was perfect before, now it just wicked perfect.”
“Wicked perfect?”
“Sure thing, look it up… it means really good.”
“You are such a smart ass.”
“Hot ass.”
“That too.”

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377.
“So is the offer to stay, still on the table?”
“You wanna stay on the table?”
“Cute.”

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378.
“I like a girl with nice manners, all please and thank you…”
“Oh Jesus, you like girls with hot asses"

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379.
“I asked why you didn’t wanna share the shower?”
“Oh, right. I did… but you know, with the nakedness factor… the wet factor…” And she drops her towel. Just like that. Showing me naked, showing me wet. “…the you factor.”

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380.
Knowing that her sister gets her naughty on, it isn’t the worst thing ever… at least I have a pulse, right?”
“Yes, Faith. You have a pulse… plus a great pair of breasts, a hot as hell ass… I’m sure her counsellors will be ecstatic, I’ll get sister of the year.”
“You like the breasts B? And the ass?”
“You’re missing the point!”

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381.
I’m gonna have to watch you, threatening my virtue.”
“You’re an ass.”
“And you wanna kiss me, makes you an ass kisser! Are you proud?”

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382.
"Don't be jealous, just because she said that my dick's bigger than yours."
"Regardless of what you might think about yourself......You don't have a dick."
"Exactly!"

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383.
She doesn't taste like honey, or nectar, or any of the things you read in a cheesy romance novel. Kinda tastes like every other girl I've gone down on, except not. Tastes kinda like me, actually.

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384.
"I didn't catch your name."
"I didn't throw it."

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385.
"Ya like em...lose them," She growled referring to the 'my skin isn't that tight' black leather pants.

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386.
her verbal skills vacated the premises swiftly.

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387.
Besides you have to know your girlfriend is gorgeous and everyone likes looking at her. But only you...have her

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388.
It's my life, my decision."
"Damn straight."
"Nope...and neither are you."

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389.
"if you were in the kitchen with me...I would probably burn corn flakes."

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390.
"you didn't see the shape she was in when I saw her."
"Oh so she looked cold and lonely and slightly less whorish than usual so you said 'Ah what the hell'?"

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391.
I guess it would be right to call me a lesbian writer, as I'm a writer who is herself a lesbian.

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392.
I look down at my feet to make sure one of them doesn't suddenly find itself in my mouth.

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393.
"So you're gonna teach the woman who's trying to kill you all your moves so it doesn't take her as long to kill you?"

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394.
Chicken soup for the suicidal slayer's soul

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395.
I know most couples get into fight and all but I'm pretty sure normal people don't resort to hand to hand to resolve their differences.

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396.
I almost kissed you and… well you almost let me

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397.
I think your amnesia has affected more than just your memory

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