Just one Line.

[OldDog_NewTricks]

From a piece I'm still trying to complete.

"You? Uncomfortable with naked bodies? Really? This coming from the girl doing “stuff” on the highway on the way to a nude beach? Please.”

 

[YmaOHyd]

It was loud and it was rowdy, and I’d had to slap away a few curious appendages already. When the time came, I wanted to pick my appendage.

 

[Bodington]

The following passage in one of my stories concludes with one of my best one liners:

Apparently during our conversation at the Läänemets' residence, Eino found me somewhat engaging, such that he invited me out to dinner that evening. I guess I seemed to have charmed him some more during that meal as he then invited me to complete the day by accompanying him to his hotel room. Again, my sensuous allure must have been most pronounced throughout that evening since Ms Noor did not see Eino during those next two nights either. And I suppose Eino must have found me absolutely irresistible as he proposed marriage to me on our third day of our acquaintanceship. Since I accepted his proposal, the luckless Kaisa Noor didn't even get a rain check for her canceled date(s)."

Raimond Kruuse burst out laughing at this witty account. He laughed so hard that he shed some mirthful tears. Finally, as he regained full control of himself, he queried "Is that really true? You actually accepted a marriage proposal after knowing your husband to be for only three days?"

Vivian replied, "As I recall, Eino had calculated that we had only known each other about fifty-five hours, before he proposed. So, it was actually just a little more than two full twenty-four hour days. Mind you, I did take a couple of more hours to deliberate on his proposal, but after I fisted his ass while sucking on his cock, I then accepted his proposal."

Still smiling, but looking at her more in askance, Raimond said, "Now surely that can't be true."

"I take it you've never been fisted by a woman before?"

Raimond replied, "Oh I wouldn't necessarily deny that. I've been known to have a few sexual tricks up my sleeve. But let me put it this way. Perhaps giving head might be considered a harmless unobjectionable exercise in confirming an acceptance of a marriage proposal. However, I daresay not too many would perceive fisting as a form of proper celebration to indulge when one agrees to marry."

 

[designatedvictim]

I'm dying to see the context. My gut is telling me this is part of a first-class incest story.

I'm an... OK writer, so I'd never categorize anything I did as 'first-class.'

Having written that disclaimer, like all writers, I like my stuff and think it's spiffy.

Here's a longer bit from early morning, the same day (say, fifteen-ish hours earlier) of that previous quote:

Fuck! Rie was behind me. That meant…

“Did you just try to poke your sister?” Rie asked.

“Did you ask?” she went on. “Is she awake? Do I have to dig a grave in the back yard today? The neighbors might talk.”

Before I could say anything, Jo chimed in. “Yes, the evidence strongly suggests that he did try to poke her. No, he didn’t ask. Yes, she was awake. The jury’s still out on Question Number Four.”

She didn’t sound mad, most likely because I missed, but she didn’t sound happy, either.

“This will make for some great stories in our dotage!” Rie said cheerily. “‘Do you remember the time you tried to slip your sister the rod while she was asleep?’” she said with a laugh.

“Fun for the whole family!” she crowed.

“’I was there, Gandalf. I was there three thousand years ago. I was there the day the strength of Men failed,’” Rie recited with a smile in her voice.

Ouch! How apropos.

Perhaps the first time I've see Tolkien quoted in porn erotica.

 

[SyleusSnow]

From a possibly upcoming story:

"You went on a date with her? Are you missing any credit cards? Cash from your wallet? A kidney?"

 

[WhoDunIt77]

How about this?

“At that point, they are a well lubed sex machine, Diane has been getting hit with orgasm after orgasm and Lance has been on edge longer than humanly possible.”

 

[Limnophile]

"One of the most exciting experiences of my life was watching a beautiful blonde pay my chesty redheaded mother for sex."

First line of my story "If All Else Fails" which cannot be published on Lit.

 

[onehitwanda]

“Sarang-eun urireul geudaero badadeurineun geos-imnida,” I said, soft and intent, meeting her gaze without fear. Love is accepting us as we are.

 

[yowser]

"I got better things to do than satisfy a bandful of overheated, overconfident, entitled male erections."

 

[YmaOHyd]

“His father was a human and his mother was a minotaur," she said, "so this guy was born with a human face but, like, grew horns and hooves and stuff. And he has a massive horse-cock.”

“Wouldn’t it be a cow – you know what? Never mind.”

 

[redgarters]

Entertaining delusions of actually writing Inspecteur Théodora Swann and the Case of the Crown Jewels, I found this little gem in my 350 word efforts on the Teddy Swann writing exercise forum post.

She was radioactive. I was the disaster zone.

 

[YmaOHyd]

“And anyway," I said, "it’s not like one blowjob is that exhausting.”

“Oh?” She sat up, suddenly full of energy. “Have you given one? Are you holding out on me? Could we have been having hot multi-guy threesomes this whole time? Could I have climbed the Eiffel Tower?”

 

[ChuckWolf]

Mean Mac's inner monologue.

I am NOT a sexual deviant like Hollyweird; this "situation" is a result of my exercise and sleep routines being interrupted, the crazy aphrodisiac shit they're making us eat and drink, keeping us naked, tied up - including our cock and balls and the goddamned, non-stop cockteasing, spanking and motherfucking tickling! The tickling was the worst.

Once I'm out of this motherfucking place, everything will go back to normal, including my dick.

 

[yowser]

I stood there feeling the lovely little frisson that accompanies matters of the groin.

 

[YmaOHyd]

These two chucklefucks... if I ever write a story for the Mature category, it'll probably be about these two, living their life like a Cialis commercial.

Bill and Susan had spent the early seventies roaming all around the south and west in Bill’s creaky old truck (“we sold quite a bit of marijuana in those days,” Susan said fondly, and Bill had added with a chuckle, “grew quite a bit too,”), and settled down in Piney Notch, having fallen in love with the tea shack, just like Rayen would decades later.

 

[anthrodisiac]

She didn’t want to be fetishized, she just wanted to be Iraci.

 

[ADirtyPerv]

She didn’t want to be fetishized, she just wanted to be Iraci.

What does Iraci mean, in this case?

 

[anthrodisiac]

What does Iraci mean, in this case?

It's her name. She's an anthro tamandua, so keeping the name regional from Brazilian Tupi meaning "honey lips." I have a thing for aptonyms/punny names because of my satire background. No one will ever get the references, and that's fine, it's mostly for my own amusement.

 

[onehitwanda]

Oh well, that was life, I supposed. Some people got oranges, others got lemons.

And some of us who were truly accursed got to get roundly fucked by both.

 

[SerenaSteeleMonroe]

From my 750-Word tale for the 750-Word Project 2026. Hum, when do we just put '26 and not 2026?

As to Ivorie, she is more than ready. A virginal, pale, almost albino white beauty with Meg Foster whiteish-blue eyes and platinum blonde hair.

 

[old_prof]

Just one the caught my eye proof reading my sci fi novel. MC just shot a creature with a plasma rifle.

The one she hit seemed to be licking its wounds, metaphorically at least. She did not think it had a tongue.

 

[onehitwanda]

I held her in the darkness, listening to her breathing, knowing in my heart that I was now hers, and that there was no possible hope for me once she tired of me.

 

[Limnophile]

The powerful yellowish streetlights made her curly golden hair glow like an angel’s, but the rest of her image screamed, “HORNY SLUT!”
- from my story "Teaching Hubby's Mistress"
https://www.literotica.com/series/se/348705725

 

[LegendInMyOwnMind]

From my WIP in progress, Goth Girls and Pancakes. Context is at a midnight Goth party at a 24-hour pancake house:

He proceeds to check out Onyx. She looks exactly like Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, would look as a BBW. She's of medium height and must weigh 350. John likes voluptuous women, but this is too much.

BTW, John does not speak for me. My 5'2" now ex-wife topped out at 425, and still turned me on something fierce.

 

[anthrodisiac]

From my WIP On the Origin of Anthros for the 750-word contest.

“Whole planet, probably. Shouldn’t affect every animal. But, for sure fifty, sixty percent. Thank hells it wasn’t a Myrsday — could’ve hit every star system in a hundred-light-year radius. You get in trouble for that sorta thing.”