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The Story Guy QUOTES

The Story Guy QUOTES

1 " If I were there, Carrie, I would need to feel how soft the skin on the inside of your thighs is, first, how hot it is at that place where your thigh curves into your pussy. I love that place. I would kiss it first, but then lick it, inhale you. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

2 " I will meet you on Wednesdays at noon in Celebration Park. Kissing only. I won’t touch you below the shoulders. You can touch me anywhere. No dating, no hookups. I will meet with you for as long as you meet me, so if you miss a Wednesday we part as strangers… "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

3 " You were the first thing I had asked for, just for me, in a long, long time. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

4 " Story guys are like life highlighters. Your life is all these big blocks of gray text, and then a story guy comes in with a big ol’ paragraph of neon pink so that when you flip back through your life, you can stop and remember all the important and interesting places. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

5 " To have the love of this man, who knows what it is to sacrifice his life for love, I would have waited longer. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

6 " My path is the nice one. The one filled with friends who will smile when I buy their children books for their birthdays. Who will take me out, sometimes, when I call on a random night because I can't settle down. The path with peaceful holidays with my parents, and reasonable work promotions at reasonable times.

The path with nice men, who take me on nice dates where I learn their last names the minute we shake hands at the bar.

A path clear of a man with eyes that drift into some private sorrow. A path that will never lead to a man whose hands shake when he holds my face for a kiss that feels like falling. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

7 " I love you. I couldn’t be more of a mess right now, but I can’t believe I haven’t told you because I have, for so long now, and it’s like I don’t have anything else to give you, anyway. Not time. Not my full attention. Not the kind of boyfriend you deserve. But my heart, such as it is, you do have that.” I am struck by my previous reluctance for regret, as if regret were the worst possible consequence of living. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

8 " I would need … daisy love, you know, pretty love, sweet love that nonetheless was ubiquitous in roadside ditches in the summertime, and instead I would get orchid love. Love that needed misting and replanting and pruning and fertilizing and died anyway. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

9 " I should take his kisses with me and go. But with a seeping, resolute calm, I decide to keep him. I am not losing these Wednesdays, even if I can’t have anything else. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

10 " No picture necessary. I’d recognize you, see you, anywhere. I could fill my life with you. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

11 " But I think, maybe, I won’t look back at what you highlighted, because I won’t need to. I want to read all the way to the end with you. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

12 " My life is cozy, but I'm starting to let myself think I want something wet and aching stabbed through it. I want something substantial. I want to gorge myself. Excess. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

13 " No. I’m waiting because it’s not enough. What’s on the other side of the waiting is enough. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

14 " Did you know that your mouth, your skin, is so soft? All week, every time I’ve thought about it, my hands feel like they’re buzzing. I love your hair. I love that it’s short and so when I put my fingers through it, I can feel your whole nape bust out in goose pimples. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

15 " You dole out these stolen little pieces for yourself. You’ve been doing it for so long that you not only have no idea what you need, you have no idea what anyone else might need, either. No one is all or nothing. Grown-ups don’t need someone to be all or nothing. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

16 " I have never had a first kiss like this. Is it that he’s a stranger? So beautiful? If so, I am ruined for anything but beautiful strangers for the rest of my life. He is so hungry seeming, so explicit with his lips and teeth from every angle he tips my head into. I can feel my heart pounding every place… "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

17 " If I’m broken, the break will be clean and easily mended. If he breaks, I’m not sure if there will be enough pieces to approximate. I can afford to go along with what he thinks will protect him. I can have this, and I can give him what he thinks he needs, even if he may deserve better. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

18 " I can hear you shake,” he whispers. “What are you doing?”

“My hand’s under my blouse, my bra. Very softly, I am brushing my finger over my nipple. It’s—so hard. So tight it almost hurts. I am barely touching it and I’m getting hot all over.”

He groans, and I get inspired. I tell him, “Touch your nipples, too. Like I did for you at the picnic table in the park.”

“Jesus Christ, Carrie. I’m sweating, hot. That feels good, but my cock is harder, please—”

“Touch it, something, Brian.”

“I am—there’s—pre-cum. I’m slippery. Carrie, God, Carrie, are you wet? Tell me. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

19 " If I were there, I’d be holding your knees over my shoulders, Carrie. My mouth would be over you and I’d lick you and taste you and suck you until you were so wet and swollen. And I’d move up to kiss you, so you would taste yourself, but I wouldn’t leave you, my fingers high inside you, rubbing up and out until— "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy

20 " The first book I ever read that made me cry. I was seven and hadn’t realized books could do that. Just finish you like that. I was sitting in a beanbag chair in the school library when the book ended, weeping, looking at all the books on the shelves all around me, and I decided then and there that I never wanted to be anywhere else. "

― Mary Ann Rivers , The Story Guy