Cheesy lines you have written that amuse the Hell out of you

EmilyMiller

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In a Taboo-adjacent story I’m working on for Dark Fairytales (no actual blood relatives involved - rather the new husband of a young woman’s step-mother, because of… reasons) I ended up writing:

I seemed to be taking to my femme fatale role like a fuck to daughter.

And I’m still grinning.
 
I came up with one today that I really want to use in a story. "Some days you're the demon, some days you're the tormented soul screaming into the infinite blackness."
 
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Oh, I have cheesy lines everywhere. It's a fact o' life when writing dialog with humor undertones.

"You knew the job was dangerous when you took it!" is one of my favorites. From a scene where the FMC pantsed the MMC in the hardware store is one such occurrence.
 
I dunno if it's cheesy, but it amused the hell out of me when i wrote it.

The setting: Cozbi the She-Demon is about to fuck an inexperienced God (aka Alpha) doggie style:

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Alpha moved into position behind me. I anticipated his thrust but instead, he paused, hesitant.

"Which hole was it again, my love?"

I couldn't help but giggle. "The pink one, hun. Although if you want the brown one, that's fine, but we're gonna need some lube first."
 
I don't think it's cheesy as much as devastatingly witty, but in response to some thread somewhere about some practice or other I wasn't into, this popped into my head:

If it's going to be a bone of contention, my boner isn't going to be in contention.

I was ridiculously amused with myself. It's practically Oscar fucking Wilde.
 
I had written my prose 'NaN' for the AI human connection challenge. (https://www.literotica.com/p/nan-2) I wasn't happy with one line which was "Few bars". It had to do with a network connection. So I took a walk in our local park. As I was sitting on a bench, I noticed a chihuahua vigorously humping a woman's leg and the owner was yelling "Bad WiFi. Bad WiFi". I giggled and then I knew that was the perfect line.
 
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We need examples…

The story started as a joke in the coffee house. All of the characters except two (Danielle Foussard, granddaughter of a character in To Catch A Thief and the real life Princess Stephanie) are either characters from stories here are parodies of author's here, focusing on the people involved in the original joke.

I originally described it as Thomas Crown retold in the style of Rocky Horror with a taste of The Little Mischief Theater. It is also gaining a bit of a flavor of Airplane! in its sophistication of humor.

Probably the worst joke in the whole story so far -- but I am still adding more so there is not a floor yet. Danielle Foussard and Hyunna Song are discussing a restaurant in Monte Carlo during their plane flight to Paris.

“Will we go there?”

“Certainement! It is one of the reasons we are coming.”

“I thought we were coming because our hands were in each other’s pussies.”
 
In my story "what a difference a day makes" two newly minted lesbians are using a double-ended strap-on for the first time, and the one wearing it cums really quickly, squirting as she does:
"Marama, babe, did you just prematurely ejaculate?" she giggles.

"I swear, it's never happened to me before," I say.

"I thought being with a woman would mean I wouldn't have to put up with this sort of thing."
 
Let’s get it out of the way before anyone gets their bridle in a twist, my horsefriend and I are both of age and intimacy is consensual. Yes, he is, “hung like a horse.”
The number of times I hear that old joke, sometimes I think it’s jealousy. What is not in any doubt is that Connor of the Wild Mountain herd is an attentive lover, and handsome with it.

Female human character, and an Anthropomorphic Stallion.
 
I wrote a short BDSM story. For some reason I wanted to flirt with Shakespeare. The story ends with:


His cock was hard again, raging for action as he watched his wife twitch on the sawhorse, bindings still holding her in place. As Romeo laid his crown down upon her rosebud, one last question came to his mind.

To lube or not to lube?
 
I wrote a short BDSM story. For some reason I wanted to flirt with Shakespeare. The story ends with:


His cock was hard again, raging for action as he watched his wife twitch on the sawhorse, bindings still holding her in place. As Romeo laid his crown down upon her rosebud, one last question came to his mind.

To lube or not to lube?
The Bard has become a dynamo 🤣
 
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