Just one Line.

That pink tinge again. Almost a cough. Oh, man, the boy has it bad! And the last time he had it at all was for Diane...
I'd better play nice. There are times to take the piss out of Adrian -- practically all the time, let's be honest -- but when it comes to his pain-encrusted, cynicism-scabbed, firmly-locked little heart, he's going to have a hard time dealing with it.
 
“Oh dear, what's that damp patch on your pants? I'm a scientist, let's test it. Mmm... pre-cum. Definitely. I love the taste. Is that all because of little me?”

Your First Time (which is a Pulitzer Prize nominee in the 1,000 word, jerk off category)

I’ve written a lot of “serious” porn recently. Writing some deeply silly porn for a change at the moment. It’s kinda fun 😊.

Em
 
I get up and walk out. I can feel them staring at me, but ask me if I care. I'm so done. I need to change orbit, I need escape velocity. As the door closes behind me, I look back at my colleagues. Behind them, the graphic looms large on the screen, a forest of red teeth pointing all the way down into the dark.
 
She caressed my cheek; that simple gesture hurt more than any blow ever could.
 
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This isn't in a story yet, but I'm guaranteed gonna put it in. This was said in a real conversation between me and my spouse.

"Your pussy technically feels better than your mouth. But I still love putting my cock in your mouth. Why? Because your mouth is on your face... And remember, I fell in love with your face first, before I ever even saw your cunt. I love fucking your pussy, because we both get enjoyment out of that, and I love pleasuring you... But I like putting my cock in your face, because it's a beautiful face... it's the face of the woman I love."

I don't know if I should find that quote insulting or hot, but I'm definitely gonna find a story to put it in.
 
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From an in-progress BDSM friends-to-lovers romance:

“Shh. I know, Fred. I love you, too.” Sometimes self-control isn’t about what you keep yourself from, but what you allow yourself to embrace.
 
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The opening line from a spy-thriller work in progress:

This must be how my hell will be, Murdock mused, taking another sip of bourbon while watching the dazzling lightning strikes spar with one another among the foreboding clouds.
 
“Brothers Appliance Repair, Bob Brothers speaking.” I waited for a reply, knowing the odds were about fifty-fifty I was going to hang up immediately on my first call of the day.

From a story about an unfortunately named washing machine repairman.
 
But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished; he had won the victory over himself: He had loved big brother.

From my NC incest erotica thriller.

I also have one in the works about pigs, and they live on a farm. But those aren't allowed on here.
 
But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished; he had won the victory over himself: He had loved big brother.

From my NC incest erotica thriller.

I also have one in the works about pigs, and they live on a farm. But those aren't allowed on here.
Just change it so they’re anthro. It’ll be fine.
 
“You're not wearing any rings,” she observed. “You never do. Not a jewellery person? Sorry, it's just that most of our clients are so... different to you. You're always so smart and so wonderfully understated. Minimalist. It's... nice. I've always liked it.”
 
He had himself a fine wife, Brenda Thoreau, faithful as his hunting hound Blue, and they had been married five fine years.
 
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