Top 100 Alice Clayton Quotes
#1. My shirt bunched up around my waist, and the feeling of his hi-there against my hoohah was indescribable.
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#2. Beneath the sheet - which was already lower on his hips than should be legal
He
Was
Still
Hard
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#3. He was everything I'd ever wanted, and everything I hadn't even known I needed.
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#4. Twenty-four year olds were my new favourite thing. I needed to tell Oprah to put them on her list.
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#5. He is always Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected. The only time he was remotely this excitable was when they announced they were making the Lord of the Rings movie.
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#6. Before I eat your bagel, we should be formally introduced, don't you think?
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#7. Babies were born, old people died, stocks were traded, and someone faked an orgasm. All in those five seconds.
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#8. Dream Caroline and Dream Simon were some naughty kids.
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#9. You gonna bang my walls, Simon?" I laughed.
"You have no idea," he promised.
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#10. I moaned like a whore in church.
To be fair, I'd never actually heard a whore moan in church, but I had a feeling it sounded a lot like the unholy sounds pouring forth from my mouth.
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#11. I wouldn't say I know him, but I'm familiar with his work.
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#12. That's the only reason," he said. "Have a good night. Sweet dreams.
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#13. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I knew it was him. My skin told me.
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#14. Caroline, I love the shit out of you. So calm down and just tell me what you need. No more holding back. And then I'll tell you what I need, and we'll figure out how to work it out.
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#15. I scrambled backward on the bed, moving toward the headboard.
"Where you going, sweet Caroline?" he asked, crawling across the bed to get to me.
"I wanted to hold on for this," I quipped, arching an eyebrow and my back as I grabbed on to the iron headboard.
"That's my girl.
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#16. Don't you see that I'm trying to do exactly that? How in the world can I grow up if I continue to do as I'm told, smiling and nodding like some pretty robot? What kind of a life is that?
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#17. His eyes were so blue, it was like looking at two angry oceans.
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#18. We have to stop, this is insane. I literally cannot handle anymore. I think I've lost brain function. I can actually feel myself becoming stupid"
...
"Not possible. Let's test it. What's two times two?"
"Orange?
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#19. I didn't think I could love you more, but I really kind of do.
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#20. He lifted his head and opened his eyes. Singularly focused, dark, and of one mind-set.
Simon was about to fuck.
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#21. Get your sweet ass back here. Room 2104.
Don't make me come looking for you
I will make a scene.
I will identify this motherfucking redhead.
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#22. I was struck by how easy this was, how comfortable it was. There was no onion to peel here; Clark was an open book. Easy to read, easy to predict, he'd tell me anything I asked him. No holding back, no games, no bullshit.
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#23. Did I arch my back when his gazes finally made it to my chest? Of course I did. And was rewarded with a nostril flare, the equivalent of a facial boner.
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#24. But my parents were there when I needed them, always there. The idea that I would someday have to walk the earth without their anchor and misguided guidance made me wince ...
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#26. Wrapped around each other but now clad in a pink nightie and a pair of sweatpants. To be clear, I wore the pink nightie.
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#27. I will play Truth or Dare, you sucker, until you can't tell your truth from your dare. -CAROLINE
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#28. I turned to kiss his fingertips. He stared into my eyes again, those sex sapphires doing their voodoo that made me a puddle of voodoo goo. For him to woo. See what he did to me?
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#29. The irony that Simon was literally trying to run away from pussy was not lost on me.
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#30. Oh , God, the British Have landed, Haven't they?
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#31. So what do we do next? Y'know, as people in a relationship after they've solved a conflict."
"Pretty sure a blow job should follow this," he said seriously.
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#32. Sleep hair, or the speedbump abs. Practically.
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#33. But when you go weeks without that same 190 pounds in your bed, the truth is, it felt kind of nice to sleep underneath that. Or at least, off to the side just a little bit. I loved him, but I loved my kidneys too.
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#34. I panted like a whore in church. The Church of Simon ... where I was dying to kneel before him.
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#35. My mouth had sought his, and his had grown as eager as mine. There was no fairy-tale music, but there was something there. And it had quickly hardened against my thigh.
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#36. There's all kinds of stuff on the internet. You could've Googled it." he stated. still moving his hand closer. I could feel the energy between us begin to hum again. "I think that you should go Google yourself, Brit boy. I'm not interested in Googling you .
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#37. Stop it. If you say sorry one more time I'm gonna go find something of yours and pee on it, I swear.
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#38. The beginnings of carpal tunnel were threatening to set in as I tried desperately to get myself off. But O was on seemingly permanent hiatus. And I don't mean Oprah.
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#41. His eyes were on my behind. And when caught? Didn't even have the decency to blush. Naughty boy.
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#42. Give it up, mister! No sex for you!" I yelled at the wall as my girls cackled maniacally.
"Tons of sex for me, sister. None for you!" he yelled all too clearly through the wall.
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#43. I got in trouble for fondling buns, he whispered.
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#44. I'm a practical romantic. I can actually see some appeal in having a guy who travels a lot, because, frankly? I like my space. I also take up the entire bed, so it's difficult for me to sleep with anyone.
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#45. Pushing thoughts of spanking and Simon from my mind, I went back to my DVDs. Spanking Simon. What a great name for a band.
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#46. And then I tasted nothing but his sweet lips, pressed firmly to mine, as I kissed him like it was my job.
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#47. The tension was so thick in the room, it was too much. He was too much. I couldn't take the pressure, so I panicked. Sexy and in control Grace left and twelve-year-old Grace took her place. "Heh, heh, you said nuts," I burst out. My self-edit button was now turned off for good.
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#48. Was this Cowboy Hank? Oh my, yes, it was. Because his belt buckle told me so .
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#49. Dressed in black pants, a white button-down, and a leather jacket, he was sophisticated but cool. A man about town, a globetrotter, a secret cat whisperer who would sell his soul for an apple pie. And he was mine.
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#50. You can't misinterpret the sound of a good spanking, and someone was receiving one next door.
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#52. Well, I drank enough to sustain a small Spanish village, I haven't had an orgasm in a thousand years, and I will probably die old and alone in a beautifully designed apartment with all of Clive's illegitimate children swarming around me ... How do you think I feel?
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#53. He pushed me back up against the door, slamming me against the doorbell. I heard it ring out.
"Coming!" I heard Holly say as she clicked across the floor to the front door.
"Not quite, but she's close." He chuckled, removing his hand and leaving me breathless and rosy cheeked.
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#54. -"Wow,are we becoming friends?" I asked.
-"Hmmm ... friends." He appeared to think carefully and examined me and my state of blush.
"Yes, I think we are."
-"Interesting. From cockblocker to friend. Not bad." I giggled.
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#56. Rang out from the kitchen, and I grinned in relief.
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#57. He was the yin to my yang, the frick to my frack, the melba toast to my Chex.
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#58. Her skin glowed, her hair was luxurious, her eyes sparkled, and her tits were even more fantastic.
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#59. Peeling apples, just peeling apples. Didn't feel your boobs. No, no, not me
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#60. I'm a reasonably attractive young gal, great rack, nice legs, and never had any complaints in the sack. But I'd never been - cue sad music - in love before. And no one had ever been - cue sadder music - in love with me.
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#61. Fucking gorgeous man. And the best part? The way he looked at me. Like I was the prettiest girl in the room.
"Hey, baby."
The man was a poet.
"Hey."
I was too.
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#62. I breathed in, he breathed out. We traded actual air.
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#63. You sure about this, Sugar Snap?" ...
"I'm all in, Farmer Boy.
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#65. No way, buddy. I'm not machuuing your pichu now. Huh-uh
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#66. The eyes and the hair were a package deal, the hair was falling across his eyes in a careless way that said Hey, girl. I've got peas on my shoes, but who cares, because I've got these eyes and this hair, and it's pretty fucking great.
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#67. If I was going to have a life of air and nothing, I'd at least like a big fat dick to bounce on.
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#68. Maybe you'll show up at my back door with your nuts again.
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#69. I'm gonna try to steal home."
I smiled. "Silly Simon, it's not stealing if I wave you in
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#70. But sometimes you have to pretend to be feeling better to actually feel better. It's why new workout clothes make you feel like you want to work out. I was still waiting for that one to turn out to be true . . .
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#71. You realize we are two smart women who are not acting very smart right now,' she said.
'Huh?'
'We know better than to try to figure out what a man is up to. This'll get worked out when it's suppose to.
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#72. Dark chocolate was supposed to be good for you, right?
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#73. Fucking Wallbanger," I hissed, frozed on the spot.
His grin slid off as well as he played place-the-face for a moment. "Fucking Pink Nightie Girl.
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#74. Cheese. Cheeeeeese. What a thin, flat, nasal-sounding word for such a luscious, rich, gorgeous thing. Hard. Soft. Ripe. Grainy. Creamy. Often stinky. I'd yet to find a cheese I didn't adore.
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#75. His gaze grew wistful, and he looked so young. 'I don't want to put things off, even though we haven't been together a really long time. I don't want to wait
you never know what can ... Look. I adore you, and I want a home. Again. With you.
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#77. I tend to lose control when pie crust is involved.
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#78. You smell like tequila and sexual repression, Caroline.
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#79. So, how is the British invasion going? Has he invaded your hoohah yet?
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#80. I'm waiting for the magic word." "Um, now?" "Really?" "Asshole?" "Come on." "Clark!" "Vivian." "Oh, fine. Please help me, Clark. Please, please, please?" I managed, gritting my teeth. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" he smiled, his face lighting up.
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#81. Sweet dreams and thin walls ... Mother of Pearl. He'd heard me.
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#82. Wait a minute, hold up. Stop everything. His name is Barry -" i started. "-Derry?" Mimi finished. We collapsed on the floor howling amid chopsticks and soy packets. "Silence, whores, silence. Besides, Reynolds, you dated a guy named James motherfucking Brown," Sophia snapped back.
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#83. Of course the girl who meows when she has an orgasm is afraid of cats.
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#84. I don't care what you all think you want on paper. In reality, you're doing it all wrong.
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#85. Was I seriously awake at, let's see, one
sixteen a.m. and attempting to discern the national origin of
the woman getting plowed next door?
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#86. Just because we didn't work out as a couple didn't mean we couldn't work together, right?
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#87. It doesn't always have to be so hard. Sometimes falling in love just means turning around and seeing what's right in front of you.
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#88. Always good when what you need and what you want are the same thing.
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#89. Hi, pot. It's me, kettle," Sophia snapped back.
"Hi kettle, you have about thirty seconds before this pot kicks your ass.
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#91. I told her you were lovely, but the truth is, you're more than lovely,
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#92. Get your ass over here right now, you motherfucking scary movie pusher.
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#93. To things staring you right in the face, I echoed, our eyes locking over the rims.
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#94. I'm outside.
Oh.
And I can hear you.
Ohhh.
You said my name.
Oh. My. God.
Let me in
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#95. I literally could not feel more cozy right now if I were actually inside a marshmallow
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#96. Why ride a cowboy when you can ride a librarian?
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#97. Here's the thing about a spit take: In the movies, they're hysterical. In real life, they're just messy.
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#98. So if you think for a second I'm going to let you end this without giving me a legitimate reason, you are truly crazier than I thought. I'm in this thing with you, a willing participant, and you can't decide for both of us. Not anymore.
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#99. Dirty talk is an art. Do it too often, it becomes routine. Never do it, and you're missing something. Simon did it just right. He was like a perfect bowl of smutty porridge: just right.
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#100. I'm hardly just someone. I think I rate a little higher than that,
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