Just one Line.

“No! No no no! You got me all horny and needy like this, you don’t get to punish me. And I did all your tasks! You know what? Me and Buzz Rightthere are going to have a moment right now!”
 
"I've lost count of how many lives I've taken," Nicole knocked back the shot before fixing Jeremy with a cold stare.. "One more isn't going to matter."
 
"... Between you and your loving approach, and the girls' acumen in both intimate and boisterous sex, you should open a sex college. Really."

"'Intimacy Institute'?" I pose.

"Well, it certainly can't be 'Fuck U.' Already taken."
 
"I am NOT your Dale Arden to be rescued as you please, DeBourne!" Karen hissed indignantly.

- from 'Mike & Karen'
 
One of those times when technically you haven't come, but don't care because it all felt so good. Much better than when someone homes in on your clit to trigger a physical orgasm that's a bit shit because the rest of your mind and body haven't caught up yet.

(Educating Laura: Anal)
 
"Apparently he still had balls. Kicking him there, worked." Grace shrugged off that she had fought a god or demon or something along those lines.
 
From a story in my cue now.

She wore a peach-colored top with some anima character which seemed contorted by her medium-sized breasts, and she sported shorts matching her top. Painted on pink form-fitting shorts, which showed a camel’s toe in front and a round, perfect hand full of matching ass cheeks behind. Athletic shoes with knee-high socks completed her outfit.
 
I know this is more than one line, but it doesn't make sense otherwise. This is from 'Naughty Candy' my one and only submission to LW.

Then we all watched fascinated as he reached for the lube, lubed up his cock and the back of her leg, then bending it at the knee, slid his hard little pecker in between and then went to fucking town on it, grunting and growling, as though screwing a leg was the hottest freaking thing in the world. But like they say, it takes all kinds, but this for me, was definitely a first. Once the little knee fucker was finally done, shaking my head, I grimaced as I read out, "Okay, Vlad who's into anal. I guess it's your turn, and you might have to untie her a little more to get at her ass."
 
Lisa: "Okay, so I'm not good with Egypt!"

Mike: "The Israelis aren't good with Egypt, Heyman."

- Lisa and Mike, arguing over where Cardiff is located (definitely not Egypt)
 
From a just submitted summer story. The guy has a 'goldilocks dick', not too big, not too small.

"Millie gasped and wriggled under him, his cock feeling more papa bear than goldilocks."
 
Laura: "... it's like an instant switch to my cunt."
"I've got you saying 'cunt', now," he observed.
"Yeah. Too laddish and too sexual, me."
"No, Goldilocks. Just right."
We both blushed a bit, there.
 
"Alli, a lady simply does not go around losing gems inside their person. It is just not done."

- Karen, explaining social niceties to Alexa. (WIP)
 
"I mean, I've probably been bullwinkled a few times more than I should've been over the years, but what's a girl gonna do, right?"

- Jeanie (don't ask, because she WILL tell)
 
"Oh, terrific. So I've got dissociative identity disorder but the other personality is a drunk parrot?"

- Untitled late entry to Summer Lovin' 2022 (WIP)
 
From a short story I'm working on for publication in the very near future.

"Another Friday night, Candace Welliver sat alone in a club full of people, trying her best to be part of the scenery. Wallflower, wall·flow·er a person who has no one to dance with or who feels shy, awkward, or excluded at a party. Ref, Candace Welliver."
 
Emily had made it particularly clear. If a woman was groaning, 'Yes!, Yes!, More!', then the man's job was to keep doing exactly that, as vigorously as possible, until he collapsed with exhaustion.

At least Rachel acknowledged that battery-powered backup might be needed.

(ISAYSA: Contrasts)
 
From a "Fixer" work in progress file:

“Jimmy, you’ve been through hell: shot, tortured, severed fingers, and mangled hands; not to mention being kept in a cesspool up to your neck for days — no wonder Jack had me watching you at the VA Center and tracking your situation. Poor bastard,” I thought as I read his military jacket.
 
Here's one I didn't write, but it sends chills down my spine every time I read it. Major Ballou wrote a letter to his wife telling her not to worry if he died in battle, he closed the letter with this:

But, O Sarah, if the dead can come back to this earth, and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you in the garish day, and the darkest night amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours always, always, and, if the soft breeze fans your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air cools your throbbing temples, it shall be my spirit passing by.
- Major Sullivan Ballou, 2nd Rhode Island Infantry, July 14, 1861

One week later Major Ballou was hit by a cannonball and killed at the first battle of Bull Run.
 
A comment by Nora Meara, who tried to be a full-time student and a part-time hooker for ten months, and one of the reasons she gave up the second role:

I had thought that I controlled the customers, when in fact they were controlling me through the money they offered to use my body.
 
Back
Top