Just one Line.

[NuclearFairy]

I've actually found that plastic butter knives are far more likely to cut through skin than a metal one.

Clear plastic "butter" knives also make decent steak knives in a pinch.

 

[yowser]

She would wear long floral or pastel dresses and skirts to work, and the way her hips moved whilst walking would set the Aeolian harps to a trembling quaver.

 

[NuclearFairy]

The corpse had been removed, and the blood cleaned up, although the stain would remain there, a silent testament amongst the other stains within the stone slabs.

 

[old_prof]

The corpse had been removed, and the blood cleaned up, although the stain would remain there, a silent testament amongst the other stains within the stone slabs.

This makes me think of a mall in suburban Pittsburgh we would go to 30 years ago. (It's probably torn down now.)

It had a fountain at one spot that was architecturally odd. Then I found out why. The old zombie movie Dawn of the Dead was filmed partially in the mall, which was about to open when the movie was made. (Pittsburgh has a history of zombie movies) The fake blood they used stained the marble sufficiently that they couldn't get it out in one place, so they installed a fountain over top of the staining.

 

[NuclearFairy]

Beaming now that he had the other orc’s full attention, the gossipy baker gleefully explained, “Oh yes, he’s fuckin’ dead alright. Can you believe that bitch was having our little ones killed?”

 

[YmaOHyd]

“What do you think it’s like?” she asked.

“What what’s like? Dancing like that?”

“No,” she laughed. “Having six tits.”

I paused for a moment to consider, then said, “the boob sweat has got to be ferocious.”

 

[yowser]

He always said there ought to be some word in English for the smell of an under-boob, that sweaty, sometimes sticky, scent he professed to love in me.

 

[NuclearFairy]

Sitting down, Larry looked around at the expectant orcs, before her eyes landed on the overly twinkly eyed old woman taking the seat in front of her.

 

[big_cane_sugar]

Not in response to any particular line but to quite a few of them:

Some o' y'all weird.

And I do mean that as a compliment.

 

[LegendInMyOwnMind]

One more from The Only Man She Can Trust
Her 'yes' was purely wordless, but unmistakable. She walked over, hugged me, and kissed me as she did when we made love. The sadness, hurt, and loss left her eyes. The fire outshone the sun, but the love outshone the fire.

 

[YmaOHyd]

I've got a sexy redhead for StillStunned!

What I remember most was his hair; straight, slicked back and parted in the middle into two neat wings swooping across his forehead. It was dyed warning-light red, but a natural orange showed through at the roots. It looked ridiculous, and I started to laugh.

 

[LegendInMyOwnMind]

From The Melody in my Heart, my current WIP, A description of MMC's and FMC's first kiss:

I took her face in my hands, and my lips found hers, and my tongue found hers, and we kissed with all the passion we had. It was somehow fierce and tender at the same time. That kiss seemed to last forever. The whole world fell away, leaving two naked souls kissing in an empty universe.

 

[VerbalAbuse]

She has taken Mike's cock deep in her mouth and bobs her head on it, but hasn't stopped looking up at the camera for even a moment. Rather than answering him right away, she goes on to give a demonstration of her not inconsiderable talent. "It's called dedication to the job," she finally says, cock out of her mouth and breathing noisily.

 

[OddLove]

When Danny saw the bars and anxiously smiled at Kim, she gave him a naughty smirk as she explained, "One is for legs and waist, and ones for wrists and neck," then she let out a small yet sadistic giggle as she teased, "I'm gonna spread you out like a dissected frog!"

 

[lovecraft68]

"Don't look at her," Laura snapped. "Ignore that cunt and get back to licking mine!"

 

[LegendInMyOwnMind]

A funny one from my WIP:

Dad wanted me to work at his ad agency. I did that for a year as a paid apprentice. I found out I hated working on figuring out how to sell blue handled widgets and battery-operated firecrackers.

 

[lovecraft68]

"I love you!" Nicole screamed into her brother's battered and bloodied face. "I love you too much to watch you turn into our father." She drove her fist into him once more, causing his head to bounce off the concrete floor. "I swear if you hit your wife or those kids one more time, I will fucking kill you." she leaned back, struggling not to hit him again. "Just like I killed dad."

 

[LegendInMyOwnMind]

Clear plastic "butter" knives also make decent steak knives in a pinch.

A friend of mine spent some time in jail in LA for drunk driving. He was in the exercise yard, a few feet from another inmate. He saw that the inmate being stabbed to death with a plastic fork in the carotid artery. Never underestimate plastic cutlery.

 

[LegendInMyOwnMind]

Another from my WIP:

After the conversation settled down, we set to work eating. No doubt about it, life was not going to be boring. I just hoped it didn't involve whips and chains. Well, maybe whips, but no chains. Now I was thinking freaky stuff myself. Must be contagious.

 

[designatedvictim]

This probably needs more context, but in the spirit of the original post, I'll drop this from my rapidly nearing its end WIP (one tiny paragraph... so a long line):

Rie thought about that for a brief moment, putting two and two together, then her eyes widened. She turned to me and half-yelled, “You licked your sister’s asshole, too?”

 

[LegendInMyOwnMind]

Rie thought about that for a brief moment, putting two and two together, then her eyes widened. She turned to me and half-yelled, “You licked your sister’s asshole, too?”

I'm dying to see the context. My gut is telling me this is part of a first-class incest story. BTW, the only reason I didn't lick my sister's asshole or anything else she wanted licked IRL is that I don't have any sisters.

 

[anthrodisiac]

From the upcoming chapter 4 of my series Once You Go Anthro:

Abeni was right—there was no way I could ever go back to human sex. Just the sheer variety and sensations from the four anthros I’d been with—each unique, each appealing in their own way. Plus all the extra appendages and textures. Heavenly.

 

[KittyOfSteele]

"By the time I got to the subway station I didn't know where my panties were, my pussy dripped, and my nipples almost cut through the shirt."

Day 359/365, which begun as an idea for a joke story, but now I see more value in it as a stroker rather than an attempt at writing something funny.

 

[ADirtyPerv]

From the upcoming chapter 4 of my series Once You Go Anthro:

Abeni was right—there was no way I could ever go back to human sex. Just the sheer variety and sensations from the four anthros I’d been with—each unique, each appealing in their own way. Plus all the extra appendages and textures. Heavenly.

As I was reading this, I was like "Oh, @NuclearFairy would love this" and oh look they beat me here.

 

[YmaOHyd]

“Anyway! It’s our last night together, and we’ve got promotions to celebrate. Mehari’s the only one left behind, so she gets to pick the bars.”

“I wonder which one has the best synthfruit juices,” I said pensively.

“Okay! New plan! Mehari’s an idiot, so I get to pick the bars!”

“That’s probably better, Berles. We want to have fun tonight.” Caler clapped his hands with authority. “Go take naps. Berla and I will do the mission planning. Pre-mission briefing is at 2100 hours. Dress code is club attire, we’ll jump off at 2200 and be back in quarters for our shuttles by 0700 at the latest.”

“0700?” I groaned. “Caler, I can’t stay up all night drinking fruit juice with you.”

“So don’t drink fruit juice,” laughed Berla.