Jarring Sex Quotes

“Her pouting lips pressed into mine—the sour of beer on them, her still wet hands knit into my hair—gave me no option. I did not want one. I had offered others my submission—or the pretense of it—but she demanded my surrender.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“My mother was never comfortable with the idea I was a sexual being, even before I made explicit this sexuality involved being facedown between a woman's legs.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“Men had more threatened than offered to fuck my ass. My retort had always been that they could try, but I had to do it to them first, which defused the situation. Men tended to take this as a profound insult to their masculinity, as though they would become mincing the minute my strap-on hit their prostate.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“I do not want you to have me softly. You don't have to ask me to confirm if I say harder and faster. If I can still offer intelligible speech after you go harder and faster, you are not yet hard or fast enough. Test how much I can take. I'm confident it is more than you think, but please surprise me. You should call me whatever names you like. Your social conscience requests you refer to me as a 'liberated woman' or a 'sex worker' when your cock means 'slut' and 'whore.' Call me those. It won't offend me coming from your mouth. You should cum in me. I'm on birth control now, and that's what my kitty is for. You can cum elsewhere if you must, as long as doing this will be hotter for you. Don't cum somewhere out of courtesy—though not in my hair, please. I promise you that it is a trial to clean out fully.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“You've slept cuddled in a tangle of bedsheets after sweetly making love. I bet you cooed pillow talk. But fucked them? No. Absolutely not.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“To me, loving women exclusively was the only logical narrowing of my sexuality. I could get shivers holding the right woman's hand in the light rain [...] Beneath a guy, the tingles barely grazed me, his pubic bone never figuring out it could press against my clit.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“Your job is to let me be a mess, keep me from deciding I'm not, urging me against getting my messiness over others.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“I cannot reenact my trauma and think it will make me hurt less. I can’t bleed on people who didn’t cut me.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“I'm letting myself unapologetically be a mess.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“Josh stepped back like I had pulled the pin from a hand grenade. Emotionally, hadn't I? Our friendship was shrapnel-flecked.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“I would meet someone, and the risk of hesitation would outweigh what it would take to try to love her.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“The world froze, every second stretching to contain my trepidation. In these miniature eternities, I sought to find any way he was not saying what I could no longer deny he was. Their expressions slowed as in the moment before some epic disaster, blooming in fractions.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“I wanted to be fucked so hard I couldn’t walk tomorrow. I craved to know that my kitty so bewitched a man that he tossed me about the room if only to get a little deeper, to start a session on the bed and end on the floor, such was our passion.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“I'd want someone to talk me out of it. No cock is worth this, trust me. I've sat on a few that made my life hell.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“You can be a Pyrite Star and get toxic when you get hot.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“I accepted the edict I was in control of my body and didn't have to adhere to societal beauty standards. I happened to like the feeling of shaved legs under fresh sheets.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“Makeup was always a dicey topic in the lesbian community, where any trace of femininity could be a betrayal of dykiness.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“I called every therapist my insurance claimed was accepting clients, most of whom were not—a few specialized only in children. One told me she only spoke to dying people and did not think it clever to retort we were all terminal cases.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“He had shown himself to be homophobic, transphobic, and, I could hazard a guess, misogynistic if he felt my body was a commodity I spent in receiving pleasure with someone I loved.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“That we did not have several unplanned pregnancies a year was a testament more to God's grace than effective family planning.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“My students' families did not allow them to be children a second longer than necessary, and not when they were supposed to be getting educated on their parents' considerable hordes of dimes. Public school teens could wander through their empty hours to find passions. My children were not teenagers but burgeoning scions with corner offices awaiting them.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“Apologies are banned from this household. We are sorry for nothing. We are bold explorers, sexual anarchists.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“I guessed queer women could smell my brokenness over the internet. Men only saw my high cheekbones, oval face, and the suggestion my body would not resemble that of a rhinoceros.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“My toys [...] were ribbed, corkscrew, glittering, but never quite phallic or close to human flesh tone until now. My mind and heart belonged only to women, but it would be obstinate to pretend evolution had not designed my kitty for a firm prick.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“Before I could stand, his cock was in her mouth. I loved her a full fifteen seconds as I watched her swallow a cock that I feared would be meant for me.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“Like a Baptist at a liquor store, my greatest urge was to avoid being seen.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“One imagined dankness, but every corner of this store was brightly lit—and why shouldn't it be? They sold vibrators and edible panties, not the Hollywood ideal of a seedy porn store.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“It was not the pain itself I craved but something I refused to articulate even to myself, whose true nature I feared to know. It sufficed, leaving me sweating, spent, and fractionally closer to being strong.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“The burn of my muscles felt like relief, as though I could purge the tension within me through microscopic tearing,”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“He is clueless how to fuck anything. Not even just a woman. Anything. A Fleshlight. I bet he can't masturbate without giving himself carpal tunnel and rope burn.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex