Just one Line.

Cheating a little. I've seen this phrase used in a story, but it has also been heavily memified. Still love it though.

"How does it go again? 'I'm sorry, Daddy, I've been a bad girl'," She grinned.
The priest sighed. "It's 'Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned'."
 
Cheating a little. I've seen this phrase used in a story, but it has also been heavily memified. Still love it though.

"How does it go again? 'I'm sorry, Daddy, I've been a bad girl'," She grinned.
The priest sighed. "It's 'Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned'."
"Hey, do you know what the priest gives you in confession for giving a blow job?"
"Last time, it was a snickers bar."
 
“Gigi…” Zach muttered feebly, though his hands found their way to her arse. My god, if this is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
 
"Yeah, not to be rude, but your eau de vie tastes like dragon barf."

"That'd be Eau da viing."

- Alex, clapping back on a friend (from 'Mike & Karen') (WIP)
 
"My hair is brown, my eyes are brown, and if you think brown is boring then go fuck yourself, 'cause you just blew your chance at fucking me and you will regret that for the rest of your life."
 
"My hair is brown, my eyes are brown, and if you think brown is boring then go fuck yourself, 'cause you just blew your chance at fucking me and you will regret that for the rest of your life."
OH, my God, what a flashback. “….you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.”
 
She smiled photogenically, or at least as photogenically as a girl could with strands of cum across her face.
 
Despite valiant attempts at training, I had not found a single girl, not even Melanie Russell with her smooth talented fingers, who could play my penis - my Magic Flute, my Kosmic Kazoo - by hand as well as I could.
 
"For me, the sexiest cologne a man can wear is Premium Unleaded 96 with a dab of engine grease."
 
"I am NOT accepting scientific critique from someone who learned about the principle of the Cartesian Diver by watching The Hilarious House of Frightenstein!"

- Karen, telling Mike off in 1987
 
He’d said he was in good shape, and she recalled the wad of money he’d removed from his pocket. More than she’d imagine a kid his age would have. Rich mommy and daddy, or…Christ, was he dealing? Did he need a runner for a ‘transaction’? Lexi, the middle aged drug mule!
 
If anyone happened to glance at me, they would see just another drunk cowboy who was almost asleep at the bar. His head down, the brim of his cowboy hat almost touching his glass, barely moving
 
She stopped when she heard the 11h30 alarm, and took a picture of her kissing the magic wand’s head as she lay blissed out on the bed, the towel moistly clinging to her butt. “You and me, Buzz Rightthere. To infinite orgasms and beyond.”
 
Cheyenne, I think, is trying to slow down the action.

"Hey... oof! ... Jon... oof!... a... OOF!... than!... ohgawd!... You... oof!... need... OH!... to... mygawd!... pace... oof!... your... AGH!... self!"

😆
 
An exchange, not a line, but I just wrote it, and what the hell.

"Hey, girl, come sit here?" Bart patted his leg.
"Don't think I can," Nicole replied. "Chair's broken, it won't hold us."
"There's nothing wrong with this chair, baby."
Nicole lifted her leg and drove it down, her heel striking the leg of the chair, snapping it, and spilling Bart onto the floor along with the chair.
"Bitch!" he leapt to his feet, "You want a fucking beating?"
Nicole smiled coolly. "Your leg looks broken too."
 
I was now a woman who loved being fisted. Loved a woman's hand in my cunt.

There was no way I was going to ever give this kind of thing up, to settle down with a nice normal chap for a nice weekly dicking.
 
The mage couldn't stand to work on those just yet. "Jeez, I could out there raiding lairs for good loot, but no...I'm looking for curses in anal bead collections and old texts of pleasuring Bullywugs...Still gross."
 
I'm cheating a bit by posting a paragraph instead of a sentence - from 'My Smoky Ladies' https://www.literotica.com/s/my-smoky-ladies-ch-01
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My beautiful fiancée sucked a puff from her cigarette, then asked me a question which was totally unfair, due to my powerful fetish. "Imagine you catch my daughter Sherry smoking. What would you do?" I asked her for the additional information I would obviously need. "Regulars, 100's, or those sexy long 120's you like? What is she wearing? And do I have my QHD camera handy?" She was totally flummoxed and stared at me in disbelief, then threw the engagement ring at me. "OUT! OUT! Never call me again! GO!"
 
"And then you know what she did? My own daughter began having sex on top of me with her girlfriend when she thought I'd gone to sleep! Can you believe the cheek?"

- Lady Jenny Penrose (The Queen of Cheek)
 
Technically three lines, but it's worth the setup:

"Yeah, but, Bethany. I guess it's easy enough to wing it with blowjobs, but from what I've read and been told, deep-throating takes practice."
She stands up and lightly slaps herself like she's dusting herself off.
"Kosher hotdogs. You know, the circumcised ones."
 
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