Just one Line.

I can't do just one because one would mean nothing without the other...sooooo:

"Oh god yes! More of that! Are you going to eat me?"

"Like I would a 7-course dinner, slowly and completely." He replied.

Comshaw
 
From what may end up being my entry in @ChloeTzang Hammered challenge.

"Oh, and one more thing," Nicole increased the pressure on his balls, forcing another choked groan from him. "Tell your boss that if Chelsea turns up dead I'll leave his head on her grave instead of flowers. Got that?"
"Y...yes, ma'am."
"Good," Nicole drew back her fist and struck him in the temple, bouncing his head off the hood the car. "Let's see if you can remember it."
 
"The fairy tales have it wrong. When you kiss The Prince, he turns into a toad."

Stephanie voices her hotwife regret after the fact. From 'Three's the charm, Part 1', just out in Loving Wives. Currently being hammered hard by those who don't like cheaters or cuckolds, but I reckon the story will stand up okay in the end.
 
Oh, that kiss. She tasted like snow and coconut and smiles; she tasted like love and flowers and the first rays of the sun after the endless dark. She tasted like happiness.
 
I could feel a faint shift in a faraway place. A current of unknown consequences was on its way, moving towards me like an unstoppable wave of fate
 
I just binged Yellowjackets, which makes your lines so, very, extremely disturbing!!!
I can see where that could be after watching that. Damn it! Now you have me thinking about the book I read a long time ago: Alive: The Story of the Andes Survivors

Thanks a heap. :mad: You put a limp curse on an old man's daydream. Now I can't ever look at that passage the same!

Comshaw
 
It still baffled me how a man who always wore bright pink silk panties could’ve been the least understanding of all my ex’s about my desire to be tied down and railed like a doll.

From a short story I'm writing about a very kinky woman and her not entirely human boyfriend. I'm still debating if this particular line will make the final cut or not.
 
From my WIP:

My breasts were the size of grapefruit, and in those days almost as firm, and Errol Flynn once told me that he liked to stand near me at parties, because he could set his drink down on my ass.
 
From my newest 750-Word tale, The Fire Below, for the Event, Challenge, PROJECT, or whatever. This is the second paragraph.

"Of all the women’s clothing stores… in all the towns in all the world… she walked into mine. Artemis fully formed and graced with physical perfection. Statuesque. Six feet tall if she’s an inch, made taller by her spiked heels. Sable skin, long locks of silken, raven hair, golden-colored eyes."
 
I like this paragraph from my latest story

It was my mum who finally pushed me to sort the house out. She was threatening to do it herself. She is now in her mid seventies and complained bitterly to me the other week that my house was a death trap. To be fair, she had a point, she had just tripped over the hardback copies of the first two stories of Richard Osman’s Thursday Murder Club.
 
"Go ahead," Lorena nodded to Gino, "Attack her, your bodyguard can help if you need it."
"Lady, that's your damn daughter!" Butch gasped.
"If those two succeed in killing my daughter, then she deserved to die." Lorena shrugged. "You may proceed."
 
From the story I'm currently working on. I decided I needed to add some space between two events and that led to this line. It may be one of my best:

“Just slow.” I smiled up at him and opened myself to his advance. It was just that, slow, slow and delicate. We made love, we didn’t fuck. I didn’t know where we were going, but I knew it started here, and here was perfect.
 
"I will not do as you cowards do," Abigail leaned back in the chair her fingers linked in front of her, the tattooed runes glowing a dull red. "I will not sneak up behind you and shoot you. I will not attack you in numbers, I will not put a bomb in your car." She shook her head, her dull black eyes reflecting the fire place behind Marcus. "I will tell you when I'm coming, I will come alone, knock on your door, go through it if need be. I will kill anyone between us and then I will make your death so slow and agonizing that the hell I'm sending you to will seem like paradise."

She put her hands out, mimicking his former gesture and smirked "Do you capisce?"
 
She put her hands out, mimicking his former gesture and smirked "Do you capisce?"

She put her hands out, mimicking his former gesture, and smirked. "Capisce?"

"Capisce" already means "do you understand," so adding "Do you" is redundant.
 
She put her hands out, mimicking his former gesture, and smirked. "Capisce?"

"Capisce" already means "do you understand," so adding "Do you" is redundant.
Only in 'proper grammar' not in actual dialogue.

And refer to my opening post in this thread, this is not to shame or judge.

Also, there's always this.

https://www.literotica.com/authors/Plathfan
 
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