Just one Line.

It was annoying not being able to fly, having to rely on your girlfriend to give you a ride all the time. A few of my erstwhile fiends and malignances had bat wings, but I was not similarly endowed. Bat wings would be fun. I could do that whooshing thing that humans always found so impressive when Lily unfurled her feathers. I could be more intimidating than my 5’1” stature generally allowed; OK 5’3” if you count the horns. Ah well, a girl couldn’t have everything.

  • Heaven & Hole - An Angels & Demons story (forthcoming)
 
Bella put her bra back on. The term "lingerie" didn't apply to her underwear. "Lingerie" was flimsy and lightweight. Her udder holster, on the other hand, was industrial strength and practical equipment.

Cruising Altitude
I will probably forget to credit you by the time I manage to steal this but if you ever see me write the phrase "udder holsters" know that I got it here.
 
Frankly, Emma does go on a bit. It can be enough to try the patience of, well, an angel. I guess I still thought of myself as such, though I’d had my cherubic membership card ceremonially cut in half when found guilty of high crimes and miss-demon-whores.
  • Heaven & Hole - An Angels & Demons story (forthcoming)
 
All that had remained had been the blood that someone had tried but failed to clean out of the threadbare square of carpet in front of the old fireplace. Smeared rather than cleaned, really - my mum's final act of sacrifice that had allowed me to escape and call for help.

I want to read that. Source? @onehitwanda
 
She wasn't sure quite what she had expected when she suggested they bring out these shoes. Not this, though. She felt...what did she feel? Could one be bored by the sight of a strong man literally on his knees kissing one's shoes? It sounded like a humble brag. But as the seconds ticked by, she couldn't help but feel a bit forgotten. As if she were not the unique show piece but merely the pedestal holding it up.

Clothes Make the Masochist
 
From one that's on my 'drawing board'.

Looking up past her heaving chest I was held spellbound. A woman in the grasp of full orgasm can easily be labeled as the ‘Eighth Wonder of the World’.
 
Another from the same.

Paula cooed the soft song women have sang for eons as they were being made love to… being worshiped by their lover.
 
"Shit! Fuck! Stupid gnats!" Cyan loudly complains as she swats them away from her face. "Shit! One went up my nose! I'm going back to the car!"
 
“Fucking Pirates” she said as she spat, naked and bloodied, as the screaming face disappeared into the swirling wash of saliva and sea foam.
 
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