Just one Line.

An oldie, but I've had a bit of a bump of interest in this story (Thanks, Pink Orchid), so I was looking at it, and remembered that I was pretty proud of this line.

From Oyster River

But she was older now, and summer girls were like summer itself; they glowed for a season, but when the days grew shorter and the nights cooler, they blew away like the first leaves of autumn, and never returned.
 
I just wrote this one. Story's working title is "What Happens in Vegas."

“I couldn’t stay away.” Mike slipped his fingers into mine, stopped and turned to face me. I knew the instant our lips met I’d never let him go.
 
From "Well-Intentioned," about a very young single homeowner taken in (and eventually cast out) by the older homeowners in his subdivision, as they work to shape him into a responsible adult:

Then came Mrs. Baker, the former hairstylist, to tame my mane; Mrs. Alvarez, the retired home ec teacher, to add more dishes to my rotation than mac and cheese and Hot Pockets; and Mrs. Richards, the dance instructor, who just had to come by after she saw me spasmodically convulsing by the window one day in blasphemous mockery of her profession.
 
From my latest story Milf tails: Get Lucky.

"Thank for being here! You're not my customers, but my friends and family, and like my family?" she paused, then winked. "I can only handle so much of you, now get back to your tables and have some fun with the one you're with or maybe that person here you've always wanted to have fun with. Booze isn't free, but after enough of it, the sex is!"
 
"Her eyes fixated on his lips, and she caressed them softly with her finger before straightening."

From my latest, Boldly Cumming. Link below.
 
From my latest story. I like it despite its clunkiness, or perhaps because of it:

"I continued to thrust [my fingers] in and out, feeling full and stretched like I'd never felt before, while my eyes filled with the sight of her being filled with cock and pleasure."
 
Brenda complained about her hair once to Jamie, and he just smiled and told her that it was fine, just looked like Uma Thurman after she'd been in a wrestling match.
 
I'll probably break this up, but I was on a roll....

As for those three walking towards me, I hadn’t said anything about it, but I didn’t particularly like being called a slant-eyed bitch, least of all by some blonde bitch with over-sized mammary glands that she’d be playing football with in ten years time if she didn’t use a bra with more robust structural support, and that wasn’t even mentioning a bubble butt that was going to make the rear end of a Peterbilt look like one of those cute little Mini Cooper’s by the time she was thirty, a single mom, and pushing a trolley around Walmart with a couple of squalling brats from different baby daddies.
 
“This was the most wild, erotic thing I've ever experienced, and I was so turned on to think of anything else but too stunned to take care of that arousal myself.”

From “Tory’s Emergence”:
https://literotica.com/s/torys-emergence

Finally started to put finger to keyboard about what happened the next day….
 
There were a dozen women who would have gladly stopped everything to spend a night with him, but none of them had her silence, the waiting stillness that soothed him when the nights felt like they lasted years and the moon had a razor edge that left him cut up and bleeding inside.
 
Farmer Pinner's voice was hoarse from screaming, despite the sum of all my tincture of Valerian that he'd gagged down between swigs of Nanny Evie's raw peach brandy and the bouts of eyebrow-raising curses he'd shouted at me, his sons and the hapless ox.
 
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