Just one Line.

[StillStunned]

The small body clung to her, trembling, writhing, bucking, hard fingers almost tearing at her skin, breath coming faster, hoarser, desperate, and Dunia willed her lover on, closer and closer to the edge, murmured soft words of encouragement, and then Catha’s breath caught and she stiffened, spasmed, spasmed again and she threw her head back and gave a loud wail, still bucking against Dunia’s fingers, but slower now, slower, more gently, as her body shivered and her breathing steadied, and she pulled herself against Dunia again and kissed her neck.

 

[StillStunned]

She looked so contrite, and so beautiful, that Dunia felt something tighten in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but what came out was a giggle. A silly, girlish giggle that burst past the clenched teeth that tried to keep it inside, and crawled down her nose, and took her breath with it so she had to open her mouth to draw more in, but this only let more giggles escape.

 

[Bazzle]

More of a paragraph

As the afternoon moved on the wind started to whip up, the normally calm crystal clear blue sea had turned murky grey with a hint of dark green, topped off with the bright white horses. It looked extremely angry. What had been the gently lapping waves against the golden sand started smashing white water against the rain soaked, seaweed covered beach. The deck chairs that would have normally been all laid out for residents to use had all been tied together, and then tied down the best they could. The island streets were deserted as the trees started violently dancing, swaying side to side, discarding leaves and branches as the wind whistled between the now deserted buildings.

 

[onehitwanda]

He skulked off; I didn't bother to watch him slink away. He was beaten, and anyway, men held no fear for me. The worst thing another human can do is kill me, after all.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

From the next chapter of my Sci Fi thriller, First Contact: No Good Deed Unpunished

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There is a universal understanding that evidently extends out into the galaxy; when you’re naked and someone points a weapon at your face, you stop and do what you’re told.

 

[Actingup]

"It feels strange to me to be getting comfortable being nude around you without being intimate," Tony said.
"We are being intimate," said Grace, surprised. "We just haven't had sex. Yet."

From Remembering the Storm (and pleased that a reader quoted it back to me in the comments.)

 

[Kumquatqueen]

I smile back. Submission and kink are great stuff, but there's no substitute for simple intimate sex like this.

From the final chapter of Bad Brat Girl.

 

[yowser]

The whole thing went south the moment I thought about putting my penis up Wendy's shmundie.

 

[WCSGarland]

She hoped that soon he would not take his rage out on her; be more husband than tormentor; more father rather than sperm donor for their daughter.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

"It didn’t hurt that I could touch my nose with my tongue."

 

[Plathfan]

"When we fall in love, the brain's critical lens dims, blinding us to our partner's shortcomings. Nature's design binds us together long enough to create life before we realize we can't stand each other."

 

[yowser]

I was relieved to have come home in one piece, and my chances of surviving the next several months in New Jersey were far greater than crouching at the edge of a tropical rice paddy and getting shot at.

 

[StillStunned]

It was stupid, but I couldn’t help it. Thick woollen tights, and those bulges under her sweaters. Tiny little hands, tiny mouth, big eyes. I’d had a few fantasies about her. More than a few, actually.

I’d had one under the shower, in fact.

- WIP: "Dirty Old Man"

 

[Areala-chan]

I've stopped shuddering, and am now in that liminal space where every touch doesn't send fire racing up my back, but I'm still kissing my taste out of her mouth. She rests her weight on me like the galaxy's best blanket, and together, we breathe life back into my spent nervous system.

From Dead Space: Kendra.

 

[AlexIce]

“Well, duh! And I still think that’s true of you.” She giggled. “So…aren’t you going to ask me why I’m really here?”

“Well, you said you flew out here to see my speech, but I’m guessing there’s more to it than that?” Paul felt his heart racing.

Farah softly nodded at him. “The real reason I came out is here is to ask you if… you still loved me?”

From a story I'm writing with the tentative title "Cipher At The Top"

 

[Plathfan]

"Descendants of unhappy people are destined to hate. Descendants of vacuum-skulled people are destined to annoy."


And cheer each other on while doing it.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

"Signal was a secure messaging app, used by journalists to talk to sources in totalitarian regimes and multi-national corporations."

Not mine, but I'm pretty sure the source wouldn't want to be credited in anything I wrote.

 

[WCSGarland]

She just let the wind play with the hem however it wanted to without a thought as to what might be exposed.

WIP - Another Door Opens

 

[Plathfan]

"The teachers we remember are those who leave a lasting mark, sometimes with a single sentence. I once had a Bible teacher who said, 'Growing up is taking a hammer and smashing all your childhood dreams.' As a teenager, her words struck me deeply, not because they were literally true, but because of the deeper meaning they conveyed: even if we achieve our dreams, we will never be content."

From my Eat Shit and Die series.

 

[sinfantasy]

"I don't know if I should call him brave to face his death in front of them or selfish to make them suffer along with him."

From my Amorous Goods: The Collector's Tale

 

[Plathfan]

"A smile can accomplish much, but a smile paired with a gun can accomplish even more."

 

[WCSGarland]

Jessa returned to the kitchen, still barefoot, but wearing a silk halter mini-dress in scarlet that accentuated the hardness of her nipples and clung to her curves like a lover’s caress; a picture of lust personified.

WIP - Another Door Opens

 

[lovecraft68]

"The question isn't can I love you, Dana, its whether or not you can love yourself enough to let me love you."

 

[lovecraft68]

"I'm not returning home to make a deal with the mafia, Lydia," Abigail's back remained to her aunt as she watched the restless waves crash over the rocks below them. "But to rule over them."
"You really want a war?" Lydia felt she knew the answer even as she asked. "We can still bargain with them, get what we want, and no more blood needs to be spilled."
"Tell me," Abigail turned to her, her ebony eyes now reflecting the flames from the bonfire behind Lydia. "Does the cat bargain with the mouse? Did the lions bargain with the Christians? The answer to that is my answer to you."

 

[LiterallyLiterate]

From an as of yet unpublished chapter in my Would You Like To-series:

Revenge is a dish best served limp.

Even though the chapter is only in its first, rough draft, that one stays, no matter what.