Quotes About Provocation

You sure you wanna piss me off? I just pulled my dick out of a willing woman's mouth for you, so it's not like I'm in a good mood to start with.

What are you going to do?" I asked, glancing between them. Their faces were completely blank. "You can't actually kill him. You know that, right?" "We don't kill people," Ruger said, his voice calm and almost soothing. "But sometimes assholes like him have accidents when they aren't careful. Can't control that—it's a fact of life. Show us where he is.

This bitch and her gorgeous rack had been making my life a living hell for the past six months, because she was the last think I needed in my life and I'd never wanted to fuck anyone more… And that was a problem.

If you look at me like that for even one more second, I'm gonna throw you down on that bed and fuck every part of you, starting with your tits. Unless that's on the menu, you need to grab your shit and leave while you still can. This is the only warning you'll get.

Peaches Taylor had crawled under my skin when I was seven years old, and by now, I was addicted to the sensation. Sooner or later, I'd bend her over that bar for real. Until then, I'd just have to get off by torturing her.

Still think I'd be prettier if I smiled?" she asked, the words intense and full of hate. "Yeah," I replied, licking my lips. A wave of heat surged down my spine, and I felt my hips shift restlessly as my cock throbbed. "But pretty is boring. I like you better when you're pissed off. Makes me want to push you down over that desk and fuck you.

He gyrated his hips suggestively and the rest of the guys snickered. Horse turned fast, punching him in the stomach. Mohawk man doubled over but managed to stay standing as Horse grabbed my arm and jerked me out the door.

I suspected that she was an inch away from running around with her shirt off too.

Call it art, you can get away with anything.

Arrest the meek! Reward the obnoxious!

Because of my underpants?" Ivan asks. "Chiefly because of Pontius Pilate." [from Bulgakov's The Master & Margarita ]

Unless you were dealing with the immensely stupid, which I wasn't, it was best to muss things up, to crease things, to leave tea stains, to place a small but partial muddy footprint, not exactly in the middle of the issue, but slightly to the side of, and hopefully suggestive of and incidental to the issue.

How very dare you!

She kicked me off the bed!

why human males would train a female to shoot a gun and then tease her into being angry enough to shoot them.

Once I would not have believed this, but now I understand too well that there is in all of us, even the most pacific and composed, an enormous capacity for rage, asleep maybe but present nonetheless, waiting for the single thing that will uncage it. A

I watched her peel off the slip, The bra closed in the front like the other. Ah, my teeth clenched seeing her tighten the clasps, breasts gathered like that. The she smoothed the flesh into the cups, lifted each breast, dropped it, her fingers casual, rough. I got hard watching it. Then the panties came up stretched sheer over her pubic hair. I could see the silk seal itself over her secret lips. Little crack. Hair a dark shadow underneath.

What happened to you? Did you finally annoy someone enough to have them beat the shit out of you?

Who shot you?" For a moment he looked annoyed. "I fail to see what that's got to do with anything. Reading assures me that anyone who's ever met me would have reason to shoot me, so I must admit with all candor that I have no idea. Was it you?" "If I'd shot you I wouldn't have missed," she said. "Was that wishful thinking or are you in fact a practiced shot?" "Desire would have made up for lack of expertise.

I feel a sin coming on.

She would show HIM naughty...

Il se peut qu'un tel récit provoque de l'irritation, ou de la répulsion, soit taxé de mauvais goût. D'avoir vécu une chose, quelle qu'elle soit, donne le droit imprescriptible de l'écrire. Il n'y a pas de vérité inférieure. Et si je ne vais pas au bout de la relation de cette expérience, je contribue à obscurcir la réalité des femmes et je me range du côté de la domination masculine du monde.)

Miss Runcible wore trousers and Miles touched up his eye-lashes in the dining-room of the hotel where they stopped for luncheon. So they were asked to leave.

My dear, I should like to stick you full of barbed arrows like a p-p-pin cushion...Where do you lurk? I shall come down your burrow and ch-chivvy you out like an old st-t-toat.