Taste Quotes

“When I asked you, ‘what about us,’ you said, ‘There is no us. There’s never been an us.’ I wanted to show you it wasn’t true. That there’s always been an us.”
― Melanie Harlow, Taste

“It’s almost worse, knowing that kind of love exists, but worrying you’ll never find it. Like maybe if I hadn’t seen it in real life, I’d think it was only in fairy tales and I’d be willing to settle for less. But I’ve seen it. And that’s what I want.”
― Melanie Harlow, Taste

“Afterward, I felt as if I really had just washed up onto the beach. Breathless. Damp. Exhausted. Shipwrecked. Stranded.”
― Melanie Harlow, Taste

“imagined him unzipping his pants and reaching inside them, taking out his cock and starting to stroke it with slow, deliberate, artistic bends of his wrist, his flesh growing hard and thick as it slipped through his fist. Veins would appear. His breath would come faster. Maybe he’d moan softly, his voice raw and deep. Except that I moaned. Out loud. “You okay?” “Huh?” I looked up, startled. My pulse was racing. “Are you okay?” he repeated. “You made a weird noise.” “I was . . . singing.” I reached for the volume on the radio and turned it up.”
― Melanie Harlow, Taste

“Anyway, what do you have against getting a solid ten inches tonight? Sounds like a good time to me.” “Spare me the juvenile dick jokes, please.” “Does that mean I can make adult dick jokes?”
― Melanie Harlow, Taste

“When things start to get serious, I just get fidgety or something. I feel like it’s time to move on, so I do. I’ve never felt like this is it, this is the one I’ll want forever. It’s not just with relationships—it’s with jobs, apartments, cities. It’s like I’m never satisfied with where I am and always need the rush of a new thing.”
― Melanie Harlow, Taste

“Gianni,” I whispered. “I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and like you, okay? So maybe you could just be selfish for a minute? Just fuck me like you don’t care? Better yet, fuck me like you hate me.”
“Jesus.” He looked down at me. “Say that again,” he demanded.
“What?”
“Tell me how you want it.”
This time I put some venom into the words. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
― Melanie Harlow, Taste

“I really want this.”
“Sex can ruin a friendship, you know.”
“Then it’s a good thing we’re not friends.”
― Melanie Harlow, Taste