Frisky the Snowman Quotes

“Does that feel good, my snow princess? Do you like having two carrot cocks inside you?”
― Lauren Biel, Frisky the Snowman

“Do you like how my tits feel, Frisky?” I moan. “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to ride your long, hard, orange cock?”
― Lauren Biel, Frisky the Snowman

“Fuck, being inside you when you come is incredible, but witnessing you like this is indescribable. The way you writhe and bend from pleasure. The way your lips spread as you scream out. It brings me so fucking close. I want to fill you with my come. I want to see it dripping out of you. My naughty little snow princes.”
― Lauren Biel, Frisky the Snowman

“Yep, it’s peppermint,” she says as she licks her lips. “You never have to worry about me spitting.”
― Lauren Biel, Frisky the Snowman

“Jesus Christ, Frisky! Is that . . . peppermint?” Her eyes narrow for a moment. “That’s what was on my sheet that morning! You dirty fucking snowman,”
― Lauren Biel, Frisky the Snowman

“But nothing! You have my fucking dream dick attached to you! It’s like I created my perfect man. Strong, sexy, chiseled, but with a carrot cock.”
― Lauren Biel, Frisky the Snowman

“fuck myself with carrots the other nine months out of the year, but it’s not the same. I’ve tried.”
― Lauren Biel, Frisky the Snowman

“I step back and stare at the man I created. My big, white snowman with a nice-sized carrot dick.”
― Lauren Biel, Frisky the Snowman

“But he already has a nose,” I whisper, tapping the carrot across my chest. “What could he possibly need another one of these for?”
― Lauren Biel, Frisky the Snowman

“Before I put it where it belongs, I stop to straddle the first mound of snow. The hard-packed ice freezes my slit as I rub it along the friction-filled surface. There’s something about snow for me. I’m obsessed with the stuff. Most people find building a snowman fun, but I find it erotic.”
― Lauren Biel, Frisky the Snowman

“It takes so little out of me to squeeze just a bit harder, cutting off his airway completely. His face reddens and nearly goes purple—a stark contrast against the pure snow. Something in his throat crunches, and red liquid bubbles from his mouth. Once I’m sure he’s dead, I drop him in the snow.”
― Lauren Biel, Frisky the Snowman