Just one Line.

Why am I still talking? Why haven't I run down the hall to the HR office and turned in my resignation and committed seppuku in the parking lot?

From Accessibility Compliance, which one reader in a DM called "oppressive enough to feel too real" 🤣
 
“Fuck!” she heard herself whisper. Her body was ignoring her, and she wasn’t sure she didn’t agree. The demon seemed a far-off threat, and just now a skilled lover was making her skin burn and her blood boil.

- From "The Swallow and the Demon", submitted earlier this afternoon
 
I'm planning to use the following from the Bard of Avon, Richard II to start my latest story.

"Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day"
 
Re-reading one of my older stories and came across this gem.
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Back to the situation at hand, I just walked in on my gorgeous wife with another woman between her legs and they wanted me to join in. Do you really think there is a choice here?

Nah, me either.
 
Inspiration struck a bit earlier, and I'm churning out words for a story I was stuck on for a long time. Avilia and Sligh steeling themselves for a scary encounter:

He stopped and looked at her. Then concern crept into his face. “Vee, my love!” Two strides of his long legs brought him to stand right before her. His fingers found hers. “Vee, you have nothing to worry about. We’ve faced demons together. Sorcerers. We’ve robbed tombs, treasuries and temples. We escaped unscathed from the Imperial Palace.” He squeezed her fingers. “This is just my mother. Terrifying in her own way, but we’re her guests. She wants us there.”

It didn’t make her feel much better.
 
...and then I got her bound in chains from the neck to her wrists.

That's the opening line. I'm currently editing it before publishing. It's a story I've been meaning to write for a while, and I just got into finishing it now.
 
The opening of a story that may or may not be up for sale soon. Close Encounters of the Erotic Kind: A less-than-faithful girlfriend's adventurous weekend.

Tonight’s the night. Thinking I’ve been a good girl long enough to have some fun. Time to let my hair down and have a little strange. A one-night fling that doesn’t mean a thing.
 
“Come on, beautiful, cut me some slack! Trust me, you’ll have a great time too!”

“Oh, ugh.” Brooke sighed when he followed that with the infamous eggplant emoji.

If this were a better day she’d stop replying, but she really needed the money tonight and tried to keep it light and fun.

“My rates are as firm as my ass and barely legal tits, honey. Trust ME, I’m worth it."
 
Reading through some older stories and found this... MMC surrenders his anal virginity to his girlfriend.
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Her eyes bored into my soul, asking the ultimate question. All I could do was nod. Slowly, deliberately, the cool monster invaded me. My masculinity fleeting, I closed my eyes and let out a massive sigh, relishing my defeat, craving my surrender. Both laughing and crying, I submitted completely to whatever was to come as Amy slowly fucked me into oblivion.
 
Reading through some older stories and found this... MMC surrenders his anal virginity to his girlfriend.
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Her eyes bored into my soul, asking the ultimate question. All I could do was nod. Slowly, deliberately, the cool monster invaded me. My masculinity fleeting, I closed my eyes and let out a massive sigh, relishing my defeat, craving my surrender. Both laughing and crying, I submitted completely to whatever was to come as Amy slowly fucked me into oblivion.
K, @MillieDynamite, you laughed. Please explain. 😜
 
Mr Swingum suddenly reached for his tea and drained the cup in one go. Sitting back, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and looked at us in turn. “So you’re saying that a figment of my imagination has come to life?”

“Yes, Mr Swingum.” There was a hint of wryness in the General’s tone. “Come to life, and come to find you. With enough firepower, if we’re to rely on your books, to obliterate the surface of a planet before the weekend.”
 
A brief blurb from one of my upcoming entries for the Summer Lovin' contest called titled A Cabin For Two

Finn dropped his head. "You know, there are days when I wake up and check online to see if the son-of-a-bitch who killed Meghan is dead. Each day, the DOC website still says the same thing: Currently Incarcerated at Forsyth Super Max"

"And what good would his death bring? You know that's not going to bring her back." Camryn put her hand on his shoulder as he began sobbing.
 
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Been working on this story "Once" and just hit this chapter that had me thinking about how betrayal really works. People always imagine it’s loud, yelling, smashed plates, and storming out. But the real kind? It’s quiet. Personal. Familiar. Wrote this:

"People think betrayal comes with broken glass and screaming. Truth is, it sneaks up quiet. Dresses itself in familiar smiles and shared beds. Breathes you in, and when you're not looking, guts you clean."

Still messing with it, but yeah. That one stuck.
 
“Greetings, people of this planet. I am the Empress Noldana, Beloved of the Stars and the Endless Cold Between Them. I seek the Creator. I have faced and overcome his many challenges, and I have proved myself worthy of him. Now I bring him my challenge, to prove himself worthy of me. If I am satisfied, he will rule by my side as my consort.”

Is it cheesy enough? Properly melodramatic? Could you picture Jane Fonda and Brian Blessed playing parts in the movie?
 
“Greetings, people of this planet. I am the Empress Noldana, Beloved of the Stars and the Endless Cold Between Them. I seek the Creator. I have faced and overcome his many challenges, and I have proved myself worthy of him. Now I bring him my challenge, to prove himself worthy of me. If I am satisfied, he will rule by my side as my consort.”

Is it cheesy enough? Properly melodramatic? Could you picture Jane Fonda and Brian Blessed playing parts in the movie?
And a little later:

“You mean–?”

“I mean right now I have to balance your life against all of Earth’s humanity, and you’re coming up a little light.”
 
With visible excitement he twisted around to press his nose into the little bump that she had been repeatedly told was a sin to touch, but then her very existence was most likely a sin to them.

From a short story I'm currently writing.
 
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