Just one Line.

Great story. I read it and gave it a 5. Now you just need two more.

Provided your vote doesn’t get scrubbed somehow. Thx!

From “The Rendezvous” series (specifically Chapter 4)-

“Bisexual. I think I’m definitely in that group. The same for you two also, right?”
 
From a WIP with the working title "Lacrimare"

"I drifted, spectre-like, moving from light to shadow and back again in a manner that would have been hauntingly beautiful had I had an ounce of style about me."
 
In which the FMC explains why she retired her sex playlist:

“Problem was, the first song on there was Bela Lugosi’s Dead…So most of the guys I was fucking never made it to track two. Made the whole thing a bit of a waste.”

For context, the full version of Bela Lugosi’s Dead is just under ten minutes long. The MMC will opine that it’s probably not a great choice for a sex playlist either, at which point girlie will comment that he “sounds like someone who’d never make it to the vocals”.

(I’m reusing a generically gothy girl I put in a story a while ago, and figured I should establish that she’s actually goth instead of just having her dress in black)
 
From a WIP, Barstow: Another Road Trip! Pt. 4 -
"Holy Mother of God, you're gorgeous!" Emily exclaims in the sudden realization that the voice comes with a very handsome gentleman, probably in his mid-30s. Gym-toned body. "Wanna fuck?"
 
"You just know that lightning and thunder are what happens when you're with your family, and you can't separate bad weather from love."
 
"Look, LaMonte, it seems to me your phallocentric worldview has some intrinsic deficiencies.”
 
“I am a killer, Miss Devereux. I make no excuses. I lack the... finesse of your ability. I don't have your Knack. But I do have my own, and I am good at it. Together, you and I might find this child of darkness before his shadow grows any longer. Find him for me. Find him, or her, or it so that I can end this.”
 
“I am a killer, Miss Devereux. I make no excuses. I lack the... finesse of your ability. I don't have your Knack. But I do have my own, and I am good at it. Together, you and I might find this child of darkness before his shadow grows any longer. Find him for me. Find him, or her, or it so that I can end this.”
I like this, it's along the lines of a scenario I created where there's a group that features hunters and killers. The former with all the skills to find anyone anywhere, the killer goes in and does their thing.

I shamelessly admit the idea came from Koont's Watchers with the Dog and the monster that followed it.
 
"I'm not afraid of dying," Nicole stared into her drink. "But the idea of just getting shot from behind or picked off from a distance. Even a stupid car accident, any death that I don't get a chance to go down swinging or shooting, that's what scares the fuck out of me."
 
Another from the current WIP

"My best friend was nearly naked in my bedroom, offering herself to me, and here I was turning her down. I came to the conclusion that I was insane."
 
“I remember one, but none of the people in there had particularly notable jigglies.”

That title given to the motherly airbags amused Phoebe enough to provide a grin.

Two lines, but I feel like they are of value together.
 
From my new story I'm working on right now. It won't go here for a while, it will be up for sale next week sometime I hope, but I undress, I mean digress.

"Allow me to shed light on a lesser-known aspect of cuckolding—a bull’s perspective. You have the cuckold telling you every detail, with either ecstatic joy or pained detail. The hot wife babbles about how much better the bull is. She either reinforced her husband’s approval or humiliated him with excruciating quips about his real or imagined shortcomings."
 
One two, I cooked that specially for you
Three four, you'll be dead before you hit the floor
Five six, because I laced your fix
Seven eight that needle sealed your fate
Nine ten, I just killed again.
 
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