Just one Line.

I’d say I regret what I did, but regrets are for people who can hope for forgiveness. For the rest of us, we just push on and through, putting the damage we’ve caused behind us as best we can.
 
As she pulled back on the linen cloth a small figure was revealed. To her amazement she was looking at a completely naked garden gnome, which was, evidently, left in the attic by the previous owner.
 
"I believe in being inclusive," Abigail expertly twirled the knife in her hand, the silver skull on the hilt flashing as it caught the light. "regardless of your skin, everyone bleeds red."
 
She might not have got her tongue on - or in - a woman before, but she knew men, people. Men and women aren't so different.
 
This one's from an EC I'm working on. Yeah, I know it's cheesier than Kraft Macaroni, but it came to me:

"Neither one of us knows what the future holds ... so why don't we hold each other just a little longer."
 
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"When people picture death, they think Grim Reapers, they don't think of death having blonde hair, blue eyes, and epic tits," Jericho explained. "That's why Nicole never fails. They're too stupid to think she's dangerous."
 
"You think this is my first visit to this part of cousin fucking America?" Nicole fixed her icy gaze on sheriff Winters. "Bet it pisses you off I have this," she tapped her forged FBI credentials. "Let alone this," she eased her blazer open to show off the Glock holstered beneath her arm. "And I'm not barefoot and pregnant like you prefer your sisters," her lips curled into a smirk, "I mean wives."
 
"You lost girl?" Derrick gave Nicole a disdainful look. "You know what goes on here?"
Nicole's eyes shifted from both of the men behind him then to Derrick before replying.
"I'm guessing its not weight watchers."
 
Richards tried for a disarming smile; he was lucky I didn’t have a weapon, because I’d have been glad to give it to him.
 
"Nothing says 'Your Mommy loves you' better than her licking your asshole as she strokes your dick."

- from my story "Anything ch.1 - For Mommy's Boy'
 
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“You dress like that in case you get lucky? Some guy comes on to you thinking he can warm up the nerd, then he unwraps you and finds out you’re the whore he was looking for all along?”
 
"As he walked and remembered he began to realize the memories were like glass shards glittering in the sun, which turned sharp and harsh like the sound of walking on broken glass as the reality pushed out the memories."

Comshaw
 
"A cock cage isn't a substitute for a personality," he observed, with a sideways glance at the man in the corner.

(Jake from 'Strength is a Caged Cock' gets a sequel, My Love is Like a Red, Red Arse)
 
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