Elodie Hart > Quotes

“I need to claim you and corrupt you and venerate you and revere you all at the same time. When I treat you like a whore, I’m paying homage to you in the filthiest way I know how. ‘You are so fucking beautiful and innocent. You’re Eve’s fucking apple in the most delicious skin I’ve ever, ever seen. You’re immaculate. I want to put you on a pedestal and admire you from afar just as I want you on the floor, writhing under me as I fuck you. ‘I knew the first time I saw you that I wouldn’t rest until you were on your knees in front of me, but I also knew you’d bring me to my knees. And look at me. You’ve done exactly that.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“Because as soon as Zach’s girls saw the logo and identified me as a fellow Swiftie, we were instant besties.”
― Elodie Hart, Undulate

“I’d give anything,’ he says, ‘to take you home with me and curl myself around you all night.”
― Elodie Hart, Undulate

“There are people in this life who are takers by nature, and that makes them drains, and those are the ones we avoid, hmm? But there are also truly good, wonderful people who have so much to give when they’re in a good place, but who may end up draining us all the same when they’re struggling, without either party being remotely aware of it.”
― Elodie Hart, Undulate

“It was amazing. Honestly, like porno Disneyland.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“Nobody gets to tell you what to believe. Nobody gets to own your mind, your heart or your body. You own them. You get to decide.”
― Elodie Hart, Undulate

“Sleeping with a nice, sensible guy after being fucked by the animals at the club is like trying to sate yourself with a cosy mystery after reading the most disgusting dark romance you can get your hands on. In a word… Underwhelming.”
― Elodie Hart, Unveil

“After all, I suppose signing up for a programme like Unfurl and selecting the most risk-averse, safe, vanilla sex possible would be like visiting the world’s greatest buffet and avoiding everything except the green salad.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“faces brush. The smell of him. Herbal with a generous dose of pheromones. God. ‘How are you doing?’ he asks softly, and I nod. ‘Okay. Good. Yes.’ He grins, and those dark eyes crinkle. ‘Good for you. Would you like a sharpener?’ ‘Absolutely. One hundred percent. White wine, please.’ ‘Coming up.’ He seems amused by my nerves, but he puts a hand lightly on the small of my back and guides me between the stools to the bar. I’m vaguely aware of Maddy and Gen introducing themselves—I have a feeling those two will hit it off and Maddy will probably be a fully paid-up member by the end of the night—but, honestly, I’m far more aware of the heat of Rafe’s palm through the thin silk of my dress. I wish it was just me and him tonight. I wish that so badly. I shouldn’t have signed up for this. I should have just got hammered and shown up at the door to his flat and begged him to have sex with me. What the hell am I doing here? And then his mouth is against my ear again, and, miracle of miracles, his hand is still on my lower back. ‘You look beautiful tonight, by the way. Even more beautiful than usual, I mean.’ I risk a glance at him. His face is so close to mine. ‘Really?”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“they’re always completely in charge. I’m always their plaything. Deliciously at their mercy.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“You can do whatever the fuck you want. You’re a grown fucking man, and you have the right to march into anyone’s office and tell them who you really are. Just promise me you won’t ever, ever ask their permission.”
― Elodie Hart, Unstitch

“Catholicism is so defensive. It’s comply or die, seriously. The church demands absolute conformity, and it feels like any kind of attempt to think for oneself is blasphemy. Or an outright attack, basically. So the only options are wholesale surrender or wholesale rejection. That’s how it feels, anyway.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“I mean, who needs facials and massages? Last night was like someone pressed the reset button, restored me to my factory settings, and I feel fabulous this morning.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“It’s the urgency in her words. The hunger. And the fucking please. The please that tells me she’d be as desperate for everything I’d give her in this scenario as I would be.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“He shoves his boxer briefs down and Jesus fucking Christ, I have bitten off more than I can chew, because that’s not a dick.”
― Elodie Hart, Duplicity

“At its most elementary, the market that fascinates me is the coming together of two people who both want satisfaction. But satisfaction is a base concept. A transactional one. I can do better than that. The ultimate market-making skill is bringing together two people who each have a currency the other wants. A currency that can bring the other not mere satisfaction. But transcendence. Alchemy. This perfect pairing of currencies is regularly on offer in my exclusive club. The experience of one party. And the innocence of the other. There’s nothing an innocent craves more than the assurance of being in safe hands. Of being cosseted in the proficient cocoon of a veteran. A pro. Shown the ropes, as it were. Figuratively or literally.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“I’ll feel better if she knows some of her neighbours when we’re away, she said. She didn’t mention her precious daughter was every man’s darkest fantasies in human form.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“I’m thirty-six. That makes her fourteen years younger than me. If she was four years younger, she’d be half my age. Jesus.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“I have to say,’ he says in a conversational tone as his hand goes to the bow of my robe and halts there, ‘it’s criminal that no man has touched you before.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“You’re probably familiar with the three main stress responses: fight, flight and freeze. There’s a fourth. Fawn. And I’m a major fawner. Apparently, it’s a proven response among people who’ve grown up in a household with an emotionally unstable person in it, particularly an adult. I placate. I smooth over. I bend over backwards to keep the peace, because the cold dread that washes over me when someone loses their rag is as irrational as it is real,”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“I also know that former Catholics are some of the kinkiest people I know. Just an observation. There’s something about all that shame and guilt they teach us, all that repression they practice, that has us enjoying the pleasure of letting go more than most other people.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“I have a confession to make,’ he murmurs in my ear as our heart rates return to normal. I close my legs together, clamping him inside me for as long as I can, not wanting him to leave me empty and bereft. ‘What’s that?’ ‘I’d give anything,’ he says, ‘to take you home with me and curl myself around you all night.”
― Elodie Hart, Undulate

“I love that you can just shove me to my knees whenever you like, or prop me up on your desk and play with my pussy for hours while you make calls, teasing me and teasing me, but I can’t make a sound. Or that you can lock your office door and get me on my hands and knees and fuck me, literally whenever you want. And my absolute favourite thing would be being your trophy.”
― Elodie Hart, Audacity

“You’re Taylor Swift in this scenario, and I’m Travis fucking Kelce. You understand?”
― Elodie Hart, Untether

“That’s my good girl. Now,’—he gets to his knees surprisingly nimbly for a guy his size—‘let me show you the killer part of my pitch.”
― Elodie Hart, Duplicity

“I bet she’d want to tell them every day that their mind is their own, that their observations and beliefs are valid, that the things grownups try shamelessly to pass off as facts and rules and foundations of stone are in fact as ephemeral as air. Subjective beliefs. Shaky social constructs. I bet she’d teach them to nurture their own worldview and to accept those of everyone around them without feeling threatened.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“One more thing. You harm my friend, physically or emotionally, and I will take great pleasure in skinning your balls with a rusty butter knife. Do I make myself clear?’ I have no doubt she means every word. Just as I have no plans to harm a hair on her beautiful friend’s head.”
― Elodie Hart, Duplicity

“It’s specific. To you. No matter how fucked up my home life still is—and believe me, it’s a total shit show, no matter what it looks like from the outside—my brain is so fucking full of you I can barely hold it together. All I can think about is doing unspeakable things to you. The whole. Fucking. Time. So for the love of God, please stop fiddling with your hem, because I can’t look away.”
― Elodie Hart, Undulate

“When you’ve spent your entire life being told something is wrong—and by wrong, I mean bad, wicked, sinful—there are two obvious ways to respond. You can abstain from said wicked path. Avoid it, fear it, like it’s the plague itself. Like it has the power to tear you apart. To destroy all you know to be good and pure. Even to kill you. Or you can become fixated on it. For wasn’t it the apple’s forbidden nature that tormented Eve so cruelly, rather than any inherent qualities concealed beneath that rosy skin? In short, you can grow so fixated that the desire to experience this evil path, to know it, consumes you until you fall headlong into a life of sin.”
― Elodie Hart, Unfurl

“She was unhappy with her circumstances, and she was unhappy with the person those circumstances made her, and she took action to change those circumstances.”
― Elodie Hart, Undulate