Just one Line.

My wife should have died the day our marriage did.

Wait, stop.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from this whole ordeal, it’s that anything I write will be taken in the absolute worst possible way by some jackass on the internet.
 
Faye sits down in my seat and picks up my rifle. Coincidentally, she didn't bring her own gun; she has to use mine... the irony behind that fact is so bitter that I have to bite my lip to stifle a scream. Of course she doesn't have her own. She can always borrow one from her best friend. I've never had a problem with her using anything of mine. With one notable exception, but that hasn't exactly stopped her, now has it?

From Range Cold, a Burn The Bastard, LW story.
 
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When you're faced with the great beyond, standing on the edge of that cliff, and looking back at everything that was your life... When you really take a look at what you've accomplished, and what you have left to experience in life... There aren't a lot of people who can say they're content.


A Last Sparkle, WIP.
 
From the current chapter of the novel I've been working on; Random Encounter.
“I haven’t desired a woman so much, since my wife. I can control it, though. I just wish you would want it as much. I have faith that you will be fine if you just try, there won’t be any musical mind control and from what we know now, you shouldn’t have any issues with your instincts taking over.”
 
He can't die quick enough or slowly enough, if you know what I mean.

Me describing my ex brother in law I have to see at my nephew's wedding this Saturday.
 
The first line of my story Passion 3, which is a “How We Got Here” type story depicting fictional characters based on Hollywood actresses dealing with awakening bisexuality-

“It is hard to concentrate when you are being eaten out skillfully by a beautiful redhead.”
 
[Sex was] "Important, to be sure, but why cram it all into now, when the real goal was a lifetime of forevers with Nia in which there’d be plenty of time for that?"

From the upcoming Ch. 23 of White Freshman in IR.
 
From the upcoming installment of Barstow-Plan B:

"No. Anna's not going to be here tonight, either. Into her new girlfriend, mostly. And I think you know she's tied-up with that bondage group."
 
From 'Never Say Never'

This is more than one line.

As I crawled off his lap, he looked up at me and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Just hear me out, okay?" I said, as I dropped to my knees between his legs.

Taking hold of his cock, I closed my eyes for a second just to savor the feel of my tongue sliding over him, as I lapped at the long bead of pre-cum, that was oozing halfway down his thick, hard shaft.

"You make a very compelling argument," he murmured, softly chuckling, as he slid his hands into my hair, while I took my time, licking all around him.
 
The hot wife symbol tattooed on the back of her neck was easily covered by her hair, but when out, Robin would wear her hair up to show anyone interested, that she was willing to be interesting.
 
One more for the LW crowd.

God knows no matter how put off he acted, Mark fucked her pretty hard once she’d used up her latest one night lover. Robin loved that feeling, lying there exhausted, her pussy aching from hard use, the taste of another man’s cum still in her mouth. Sweaty, sticky, tired, and feeling like a satisfied little kitten in the sun while her husband plowed her still sloppy cunt until he emptied his ‘outraged’ balls inside her
 
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