Just one Line.

From the shockingly-not-up-for-an-Oscar in-universe film Hurricane Force 11 in my WIP Slippery When Wet. This is right after the brave German shepherd sacrifices himself by detonating CERN's secret anti-matter bomb in the middle of a category-11 hypercane to stop is from destroying 'Murica, the general consoles the hero's wife:
Oh my gawd. Anthy out here writing in 3026.
 
From my Musical Challenge contribution, publishing in like 12 hours!

“Call me Evelyn,” she said, and her nictitating membranes blinked sideways at me, coolly amused by my flailing attempts at holding her attention.

“Oh. Cool. Not what I would have expected your name to be?”

“My birth name is infrasonic, you wouldn’t even be able to hear it.”
 
They don't prohibit you from writing about religion; they prohibit commenting about specific religions in ways that imply evil, the best, the only, so forth and so on. You can write about the excess of individuals in groups in a story.
This is for a story that may not be publishable because of Lit's no religion rule.

Televangelist, Holly Hallelujah, tearfully addresses her flock and worldwide audience.

"In my past, I have committed MANY sins, sins that were immoral, illicit and even interracial..."
 
They don't prohibit you from writing about religion; they prohibit commenting about specific religions in ways that imply evil, the best, the only, so forth and so on. You can write about the excess of individuals in groups in a story.
Thanks for the info; I think I'll give the story a try then.
 
From a WIP...

Mike cupped her face. “I am not in any hurry to set a date for our wedding. That is not why I proposed. Believe me, the last thing I want is for you to lose yourself to the power of submission, where the act of pleasing me overrides your common sense, because you will get lost in the maze of experiencing impact play. But as long as you keep in mind that the inscription on your ring is heartfelt and the future we envisioned does not come with a timetable. Then there’s no reason for you to fear a birthday spanking.”
 
There are so many in 60 seconds (not published yet), but today, I'm feeling this one:

I knew which hole to dig to find my own dignity, and exactly how to resize it and re-sew it to fit my shrinking self-control and morals.

From Black Leather (already published); i love how silly horny this is:

I was already winning by the mere feat of keeping my body longitudinal and having my panties at the right latitude in front of her.
 
Play dangerous games, win dangerous prizes. Once You Go Anthro Ch.08: Tilly WIP, right after pulling the "uh-uh, what's the magic word?" on a very horny Tasmanian devil:
She growled low, claws digging into my hair. “Please eat my cunt, you bloody nointer.”
 
From my Musical Challenge contribution, publishing in like 12 hours!

“Call me Evelyn,” she said, and her nictitating membranes blinked sideways at me, coolly amused by my flailing attempts at holding her attention.

“Oh. Cool. Not what I would have expected your name to be?”

“My birth name is infrasonic, you wouldn’t even be able to hear it.”


why wouldn't the response be "Infrasonic is a funny name. How odd."
 
Last edited:
More than one line from my current WIP, but it goes together (I'm blaming @PennyThompson for setting a bad example):

Neither of them had spoken so much as a single word during this sophisticated ballet. If they had paused to think about it, this was a sure sign that they were a perfect fit. But hormones do not think, and they do not wait.
 
Back
Top