Just one Line.

I guess when abundance economics undoes consensus reality and every ultra-high net worth individual gets to splinter off their own little fantasy realm, some of them are going to take the opportunity to live out their long-held dreams of gender-based violence, chattel slavery, and---just going off the uniforms on these guards---kicky daytime dominatrix wear. The interesting thing was that the genius loci of this place was almost certainly a man. No woman would put her fellows in such impractical footwear.
 
It was a pleasure to the whole trio, I assure you sincerely, to circle round the truth with our words, while mutually understanding our mutual understanding.
From "Still Picture", to be published on Saturday.

-Billie
 
This tidbit of repartee will be in “Be Strong For Me” my Halloween 2024 submission I will publish next week.

“If that wasn’t fucking, then what was it?” I asked.

“Don’t you remember what I said Gilana’s worst habit is?” Eevi asked.

“I don’t,” I replied.

“She plays with her food.”
 
I watch his demeanour change back to a confident, happy, and passionate man as he talks.

From the 3rd chapter of my Serenity story
 
Maybe not a great line by itself, but I like the closing line of "Sold". Not brilliant use of language, but I think it's the best last line I've done.

Then she was bundled out to the loading dock, told to sit in the back of a four-door sedan, gruffly reminded to put on her seat belt, and driven off to somewhere.
 
I was surprised at how arousing it was. Just a woman – someone I’d barely considered in a sexual way before – minding her own business, with a glimpse of her pubes on display.
From "The Quiet Woman", an E/V story that announced itself to me the other day, demanding to be written.
 
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