One Night Quotes

“The most jealous and insecure are the ones who are guilty of betrayal. The ones who are the angriest are those who are pulling cons themselves, only to find out they’re being conned as well. A thief hates to be robbed, and a cheater always wants you to be loyal while they are being unfaithful. When suspicions arise and the questions start, they are always defensive, always volatile. A thief takes being robbed personally, the same way a player falls apart when he finds out he is being played.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“Lust is a master showman who disguises himself as love, and love is a mythical creature who keeps habitat with the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and other lies we have been fed.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“Put a hat on the soldier. The soldiers don't need to have an egg for breakfast, unless you want to buy breakfasts, lunches, and dinners for the next eighteen years. Let's have fun, but keep it safe.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“His sexual movements were smoother than warm butter, creative, musical, and right away he became a conductor who directed the performance and moans of his one-woman orchestra with his dick. I sang like a choir.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“He dropped his towel. He showed me what I had gotten myself into, what wanted to get into me.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“We kissed again . . . . My clit began to twerk.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“Trojan is a no-blow-job- condom. The flavor is horrible. Someone should come up with a barbecue-flavored condom for the hood. But greedy bitches would probably start chewing dicks.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“We all give up part of ourselves to be with anyone. Relationships change our trajectories.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“Marriage is hard work, and you have to show up in hard hat and boots every day of every year.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“And you’re sitting here, waiting on him, looking like a lost puppy.” I shrugged. “It was a good month. I’m hoping for more five-cups-of-coffee moments.” “Five-cups-of-coffee moments?” “You know. That serious high you get after you’ve had five cups of coffee.” “You have to keep feeding love what it needs to keep it feeling like love. Drink a lot of coffee every day, and you’ll need to drink more coffee to get the same effect.” “Caffeine and love. Both are drugs. You become dependent. It starts to own you.” “Your relationship with Chicken and Waffles sounds as miserable as my marriage.” “I’m not hooked. We’re just ships docked at the same port for now, that’s all.” “You’re restless. Aggravated. Your expression says you’re in pain and ready to jump.” I frowned at my phone. “Hurts when he doesn’t call or text me back.” “The guy you’re chasing . . . is Chicken and Waffles the type of man you’d want your son to be?” “I’m not chasing him. I’m not chasing any man.” “Play the game. What you have described to me is an abusive relationship.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“I felt it coming and it felt so good, the hollowness inside my belly, a rising savageness, a sensation of hunger that I wanted to run from, yet embrace; control, yet submit to; and all I could do was squirm.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“His rod, his staff, it comforted me.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“He carried me, my legs wrapped around him, and moved in and out of me, stroked me as he walked around the room.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“He tongue swiped my sex like was licking the frosting off a cupcake. I called out to heaven again. . . . My sounds encouraged him to torture me.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“I let my towel drop to the carpet. Nakedness stared at nakedness, and nakedness smiled.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“He asked, "May I kiss you?"

I stopped blinking. The six lanes of traffic stopped moving. That question made the world stop spinning. A chill ran up and down my spine. My hands opened and closed a thousand times.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“My hand slid into his. The warmth of his hand surrounded mine and made me wish Carson Boulevard was miles more than six lanes wide. He let my hand go when we made it to the sidewalk.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“Eye contact creates wars, creates fights, but eye contact also creates arousal. I felt the weird, pointless tingles, and I read his face and his smile. I tried to look inside him, see what he was feeling, while at the same time guarding myself.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“You're a pretty woman."
"I'm almost as pretty as that silver wedding ring on your left hand.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“Tonight I was stealing the time of another woman.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“Yup. Every black girl has to have a white Barbie doll. Black girls will get a black Barbie, but they have to have a white Barbie. The black Barbie never really seems like a true Barbie, not like the queen.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“black woman in the room feels invisible.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“He made himself comfortable on his back and I climbed him, straddled his face . . . and leaned toward the headboard so I could keep my balance and stay in control, so I wouldn't fall on his nose.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“He . . . took his wedding ring off, as if he had meant to do it while I showered, then put it on the nightstand, as if that was all it took for a married man to become unmarried . . .”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“I held his energy in my hand. When it was firm, when it was rising, I let it go, eased it down to his inner thigh, watched it spring back up”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“Drunken women in very sheer catch-a-cold-or-catch-a-man dresses were acting like they were on spring break in Cancún. Inebriated men in dark suits were . . . making passes and grabbing asses and refilling glasses.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“. . . I looked at him, at the debonair man in the suit of all suits . . . . I wasn't in clothes on the level of his, but I wanted the hotel staff to regard me with respect. I grabbed my bag, hoping he wouldn't say anything about me carrying so much, but. I wanted it to look like I was arriving as a guest, not as rented coochie.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“There are some nasty bitches out there. If they don't dab the front end, they probably don't wipe the back end. That's women of all colors and races. Guess what? I'm not one. I smell nice at all times.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“. . . Around the time Solange went mortal combat on Jay-Z . . .”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“. . . Your hair--it's kind of wavy. Indian in your blood, or are you a hypocrite and texturize your hair?"
He hesitated, appeared uneasy, then said, "My mother is black and my father is white."
"Your a brown-skinned Drake and didn't vote for your cousin Obama?”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night