Just one Line.

"Tall and athletic, he'd always been around, her ex-husband's pleasant cousin."

Work in progress.
 
"Come on Charlie, you need to get really down there to see what you're doing." she giggled. "Girls aren't like boys. Your ridiculous little wee wee jutting out rudely like that, beyond your control. I think you'll find that my wee wee is perfectly modest and not prone to showing itself off like that." she said smugly.
 
Probably in some tropical language, but certainly not English, there’s a word for the smell and taste of the under-crease of a woman’s sweaty breast.
 
Then I understood; he hadn't lost his control he'd chosen it. When I saw the look on Stacy's face, I understood completely. She was going to fuck him. Today.
 
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From: Dad Takes the Bride

The singer didn't have to remind me, I knew holding Kristy in my arms was like playing with fire. But sometimes the reward was worth the risk of getting burned.
 
I think I summed up the British and Irish mindset here:
Booze prices scare us way more than any crime or terrorism, in these islands.

Also from Interviewed about Indecency:

"They showed you photos of us?" Dan chuckles. "Is that how they identified you, from your cock? Ha! That's what you get for being the biggest slag in south London..."
...
"You didn't have to do a cock ID parade?" He daydreams happily, imagining it.
 
From the hall pass story I’m working on:

I recoiled from the card as if from a venomous serpent. In truth, I would have preferred the snake; a cobra’s venom can still your heart, but it can’t kill your soul. What this damned thing represented could do both.
 
And even their pubic hair, the little bits that escaped their swimsuits, had been the same light gold until two summers ago, when his had darkened and thickened and hers had gone down a softer, wispier route.

From the start of my new slow-burn twincest tale, Back To Normal (Ch. 1).
 
And with that my world shatters. Every muscle in my body tenses and coils for an eternity and an instant.

-From a story I'll never share because it's really bad however I love this line and will definitely fit it into a better story some day
 
Rulk blinked. For a moment the patterns on the blade had seemed to form eyes – cruel eyes, gazing at him from the depths of Hell with promises of power and pain.
 
If only there were some way to get permission from nearly two thousand authors, it would be great fun to string together every line from Lit's 'Just One Line' board, and write one heck of a story!

From a story that will never be written.
 
All in all, he was in a good mood. He had a purse of silver in his pocket, a pair of fine boots on his feet, and a demon dagger in his belt. The world was waiting for him to take it and fuck it up the arse.
 
From a story in progress:
"This dress is beautiful."

"No. You are beautiful. Without you in it, the dress is a rag. It's the setting, but you are the jewel."
Is that technically two lines?

-Annie
 
From a story in progress.

"She lifted her soft tits in her hands and flicked at her nipples, flinging tiny droplets of mother’s milk into the bathwater."
 
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