Sleet Banshee Quotes

“You make me feel like a whole person. Like someone worthy of love. You make me a better man. Like I could take on the world and win.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“My friends get nicknames like Kitten and Sugar. And I get Banshee. #NotFair”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“They always say the most dangerous things come in the prettiest packages.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“I force out a laugh and hope it doesn’t sound as fake as it feels. “Sebastian, please don’t give me the it’s not you it’s me speech. You’re the man, of course it’s you.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“I like you.” The words themselves are positive, but his tone is heavy.  I swallow, waiting for the but.  “But I need to focus on my career. I’m not in a place where I can have a serious relationship. I want to see you, spend time together, but I need you to know where I’m at. I don’t want to lead you on, make you think this is something else. Something that it’s not.” I squeeze my eyes shut and nod. Now the hug feels less like a gesture of affection and more like something to hide behind. But I’m grateful for it, since it means I don’t have to look into his eyes while he tells me he wants me, just not like that.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“I like Meghan. I like spending time together. And I definitely want to spend more time with my cock buried deep inside of her. And unless I’m reading this entirely wrong, I think she’s down for all that too. But I haven’t asked her. Because I’m a giant pussy.  I’m not worried she’ll slap me when I tell her I want to fuck her again. But I think there’s a good chance she’ll smack me when I tell her I don’t want a relationship. It’s nothing personal, I just don’t have the time right now. Or the desire to mess up good sex with a bunch of complicated feelings.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“I can’t believe I’ve lived to see the day when you have an actual girlfriend.” I toss my hands up. “She’s not my fucking girlfriend. I like her. She’s hot. I’d like to sleep with her again. End of story.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“You really want to know? You’re that damn curious?” “Yes, I want to know.” His voice, ugh, it’s so sultry. So confident.  Time to put him through the Speak Your Mind Test. “I was thinking about the size of your cock. Wondering if it fits in your big hands or if it’s teeny-tiny and you have to daintily grip it every time you whack your weenie.” Smiling sweetly, I let go of his hand and skip away.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“So you see, when I told this girl that I didn’t want a relationship, that was my fear talking. I was afraid that a girlfriend would distract me, affect my game, take my focus. But I was wrong. Loving you doesn’t make me weaker, it makes me stronger. I’m done pretending that I don’t need you, because I do. I need you, Baby. I need you in my life. By my side.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“Nothing will stop me from getting what I want. And I want a filthy-mouthed redhead.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“Then she pats my foot and shocks the shit out me by saying, “Don’t fuck this up.” Samuel and I just stare at her. Never in my life have I heard Mom use the F word.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“watch him skate around a bit before he drops down into his stretches. The hip rolls he’s currently doing affect me more than ever after this past weekend. I finally got under him, and it’s all I dream about now. I want his hands on me. I want to feel his big strong body against mine again.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“And as far as what I said last night, I don’t regret it. You’re mine, Baby. You got that? Mine. You can run and force me to chase, or you can just let me catch you. Your choice. But I will get you. Because you're my Banshee.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“But, gah! Sebastian looks like sex on legs. He looks like the Devil. But like a sexual Devil that will tie you up and do orgasmic things to you until you beg for him to put you out of your misery. So, like, a good Devil.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“I smirk. “Pretty sure you have better things to do with that mouth than talk.” She laughs, but then she wraps her lips around my cock just how I want her.  I thrust, a little rougher this time. “Good girl.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“She shrugs. “Figures. Oral skills don’t seem to be all that important to the males I’ve known.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“I sigh. “Yeah, well, there was this one time… ” “At band camp...” my sister chuckles.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“Keep running, little Banshee. I’ll always find a way to hunt you down.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“Using the back of his hand, he brushes a lock of hair away from my face. “They always say the most dangerous things come in the prettiest packages.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“There, there, sweet girl," he pats me on the head with one hand while the other hand spans my back, holding me in place. “I’ll protect you from the scary high school kid with the gardening tool.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“I have large boobs. Large enough that they are usually more a pain than a pleasure. But Sebastian’s giant hands are my titties’ Goldilocks; they're just the right size.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“Oh Heavenly Father of Dicks, I want to feel this one inside of me.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“Sebastian, the demented bastard, grins. “I think I’ll call you Banshee.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“Baby, you’re gonna want to stop wiggling that sweet ass against me if you don’t want to find out just how not teeny-tiny I really am.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“What kind of Santa titty-twister hell hole is this?” I shout at the elf’s face.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“Look here, jackhole. You are not sending me in first like a sacrificial lamb. Get your big sexy ass in there and clear the way.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“Fuck me, this man is my new wet dream.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“Hush. I got you, Baby," a deep voice rumbles into my ear. The octave is so low that I feel the vibrations dance across my scalp like a mating call. It’s a voice I’ve heard before. One that I’ve already started to fantasize about. “Sebastian?” I croak out. Real fucking sexy, Meg.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“I don’t care who you are, sleeve tats on a burly Greek god are always a Yes, Please!”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee

“His last name sounds French, but his olive skin, black wavy hair, strong jawline, and five o’clock shadow deep enough to crawl into, make him look all Greek. I don’t know much about the Greek, but I do know they make finger-licking good food. So throw this man on a platter and call him a snack, because I. Am. Salivating.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Banshee