Just one Line.

The walk back to the cabin, a mere five minute stride, seemed to take an hour as my thoughts bounced around the inside of my head like that little ball on a roulette wheel.
 
"You should come up and visit me sometime," she said offhandedly as we started walking again.
 
He stopped for a moment in the doorway. "Do you know how beautiful you look right now?" he said.
 
From a chapter I'm working on in Neptune's Blessings;

Clara deposited Mathias against a tree and bit into his neck as she told him in a soft growl, “The women at the flock are nice, but they’re too sweet. Show me how wild and savage you can be.”
 
From an unnecessarily complicated piece I'm writing that is both a research thesis on the psychological motivations of monster erotica enthusiasts, and also a story about fucking The Mothman :LOL:

"She’s always telling us to take more risks in our writing… I’m not sure this is what she had in mind, though. I’ll probably have to go back and re-write everything in the proper Academic Passive Voice, sanitize the naughty words, and take all the fun out of it."
 
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She’s always telling us to take more risks in our writing… I’m not sure this is what she had in mind, though. I’ll probably have to go back and re-write everything in the proper Academic Passive Voice, sanitize the naughty words, and take all the fun out of it.
If there's anything on the planet less sexy than Academic Passive Voice, I hope it gets fucked to death by a never-ending army of bolded and italicized semicolons.
 
From an unnecessarily complicated piece I'm writing that is both a research thesis on the psychological motivations of monster erotica enthusiasts, and also a story about fucking The Mothman :LOL:

She’s always telling us to take more risks in our writing… I’m not sure this is what she had in mind, though. I’ll probably have to go back and re-write everything in the proper Academic Passive Voice, sanitize the naughty words, and take all the fun out of it.
The subject's face was observed to be flushed... additional stimulation was applied, calibrated to measured auditory responses.
You can still get there with a bit of work.
 
The musicianship was phenomenal, and I kind of wanted Chris to appreciate that as I danced before him, but there was one particular role I had in mind for him during the song. Like I’d said, the phone speakers weren’t giving me enough bass.

from 'Letting the Sunshine In' (forthcoming)
 
The musicianship was phenomenal, and I kind of wanted Chris to appreciate that as I danced before him, but there was one particular role I had in mind for him during the song. Like I’d said, the phone speakers weren’t giving me enough bass.

from 'Letting the Sunshine In' (forthcoming)
If only they had the rich, surround sound experience of Dolby Atmos™...
 
I do so love writing accepting parents for Trans girls finding their way.

From a current WIP:


“We could tell. Just do us all a favor and keep the heavy stuff upstairs. Nancy and I both I know there’s no way to stop you two if you decide to have sex. All we can ask is that you be safe, and maybe be a little quieter.”
 
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"...and a smile that changed to match whatever mood she was in at the time."

Part of a description of the main character in a series that I hope to finish someday.
 
More than just One Line and maybe a littel preachy, but I just feel like sharing this right now...

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We moved to the kitchen table and just talked. I told them how I’d always wanted to be like Emily, pretty and dressed in frilly dresses and soft colors. She was two years older than me, and I’d been borrowing her panties and things since I was five. So many instances of disappearing and magically reappearing items were me playing dress up in her clothes.

“All those people on TV and on YouTube talking about how wrong it is to be like me, that it should be illegal, that it’s a sin; I was afraid of getting you and mom in trouble. I didn’t know what to do, so I just kept quiet. When I turned eighteen, I thought it would be different, but those same people are still out there telling everyone how awful it is to be like me. I thought you would hate me if you knew. After this morning, I understood it wouldn’t have mattered. I’m so sorry I kept it from you.” There was no way I could stop the tears from falling, and I wasn’t alone in that either. Not any longer.
 
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From a WIP I'm trying to finish for Nude Day.

She looked at me with a smirk. “So, Jack. It’s been nine months since I’ve done this with a guy, and I may need some guidance from you.”
 
“I love you, Hester, but you do not have a light touch when it comes to that sort of thing.” Daniel’s voice was nearly maternal as he finally poured his own omelette into the skillet with a rushing sizzle.

“Well, nobody likes me for my light touches, do they?”

Daniel turned back to him, a bashful smirk on his face. “You know what I mean, you beautiful, naughty man.”
 
Dating myself with this one.

"I have a degree from Harvard, you learned all you know from schoolhouse rock, what does that tell you?"
"That I'm way cooler, and a lot smarter than you."
 
Within the first sentence of conversation I was just like your regular fox hound, dying to get a good sniff of her crotch.
 
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