Banter!

He complains, "I don't know why you can't let her go. We were good together."

"It's not me, Zach. She is free to have relationships with anybody she wants. That she chooses to be exclusive to me in the context of an intimate, loving relationship is entirely on her. I happen to love her back, very much. That's how it works."

"But we had sex. Lots of sex. Lots of great sex. I want her."

"Sex and a relationship are two different things. We understood it was 'just sex' when we agreed to have you do the bronze of her, in support of your talented artistry. That it turned out you wanted more than 'just sex' is your thing, not hers."

"You haven't seen the last of me."

"I'd be careful about that if I were you, Zach. Have a safe drive home."
 
Excerpt from a chapter featuring a late night shock jock interviewing Abigail Lefay in her club the Black Flame.

“Do it again.” Brock grabbed a menu from the table. “Here, burn this.”

“I’ve proved myself once. I won’t do it again.”

“But you had control of that. I’m asking you to do something you weren’t prepared for.” Brock pointed out. “So you can’t do it, because it hasn’t been rigged.”

Boos rained down on him from around the club, but he lifted the menu again. “Go ahead, set it on fire.”

“I won’t.”

“Because you can’t.” He smiled smugly, tossing the menu on the table.

“A person with true gifts always leaves room for doubt,” Abigail told him. “That’s where faith comes in, Brock.”

“Sure.” Brock had regained his nerve. “Room for faith is a way of saying I can’t really prove my supposed power.”

“If that’s how you wish to see it.” Abigail shrugged. “Must be sad going through life not believing in more than you can see.”

As she spoke, Seth made his way from where he’d stood near the edge of the stage to stand behind her.

“And who’s this?” Brock asked.

“Miss Lefay’s personal bodyguard,” Seth rumbled.

“That’s your name?”

“No, the only way you get my name is if Abigail calls it out.” Seth paused before adding. “You don’t want to hear that name, friend.”

“Wow, awfully protective even for a body guard.” Brock looked from Abigail to Seth. “Do I detect a little ebony and ivory action going on here?”

Seth looked as if he were about to reply, but noticed Lydia making a cutting gesture across her throat and simply stared straight ahead.

“Okay, well, let’s start over. So here we are with the infamous Abigail Lefay. The king of late night and the queen of the night together at last.” He tapped his chin in thought.

“You know the king outranks the queen, right?”

“I know the queen is the most powerful piece on the chessboard and the king cowers behind it.”

“Good comeback,” Brock answered. “Before we start I have to say, you certainly live up to the hype. You’re an imposing figure. Kind of creepy actually.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Those tattoos are amazing. Where do you get them done?”

“Nightmare’s Reality owned by my brother in faith Damien Lefay. He’s located in New Orleans and well worth a trip to see him.”

“And that look. I swear even Irish girls aren’t that pale. Are you an albino?”

“I’m a Lefay, it’s hereditary.”

“And your eyes. Albinos generally have pink eyes, you wearing contacts?”

“I assure you, my eyes, like everything about me, are real and spectacular.”

“Doubt they’re real, but I get it, you want to lead by example here.” He turned in a circle looking around as he did. “Isn't that why you started this club to surround yourself with people just like you to feel better about yourself?”

“Dismiss this idiot,” Seth whispered in Creole from behind her.

“You mean like how you surround yourself with people you pay to act like you’re funny?” .

“And the witch has jokes!” Brock grinned into the camera. “I better be careful or she’ll turn me into a toad.”

“Looks like God’s already done that,” Abigail spoke with a straight face.

Behind her Seth snickered, but Lydia sighed in her mind. “And now you’ll egg him on?”

“Right, I’m the freaky looking one here. Sure.” He smiled, but she could tell she’d ticked him off, vain prick.

“You said God. You believe in him?”

“My father’s a devil. If there is a devil, there is a god. Has to be a balance.”

“Makes sense. But I assume you believe the devil is stronger?”

“Can’t say for sure; it’s not like god shows himself to fight.”

“He cast the devil out of heaven didn’t he?” Brock prodded.

“In the book of lies, and only in that book, does that story exist.” Abigail folded her arms over her chest.

“Okay so if they never fought how do you know which side is…”

“My father is present, Brock. Lucifer Morningstar is present. All devils and alleged forces of evil are present. They allow their children to feel them, sometimes see them, and they bless us with wealth and power. God let’s his children suffer and wallow in poverty. The excuse is to test them; the truth is he doesn’t give a fuck.”

“Whoa, good thing we’re not on regular TV.” Brock shook his finger at her. “Language, Abigail.”
 
"So, are you giving me two-week's notice, again?"

"I don't want to. I like our time together."

"You know what I told Ray, when he wanted his fuckbuddy to move with him."

"You're not a fuckbuddy to me. I like being with you."

"Are you saying you won't be able to stop thinking of me? Or maybe you can't stand the thought of being away from me?"

"I guess,"

"Okay. But you know... I'm like Barbie. That bitch has it all... And I want it all,"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, come on! I know you have a great memory. That's why you can pass your courses so easily. You don't forget anything!"

"So?"

"This bitch wants it all. I'm waiting..."

"Okay!... I love you!"

"Now was that so hard? I love you, too, my geek."

"So, you'll move with me?"

"Of course not! You've only made it through step one. Next?!... The bitch is waiting..."

"... Okay, bitch! Let's get married."

"But I'm 'your' bitch!... It's close enough, from my geek, and the answer is 'yes!'... Now, here's what you're going to do..."



From “LIFESTYLE CH. 03: TOGETHER AGAIN
 
"Hey, girlie! You're looking a little rumpled there. Uh huh," I mock-scold. "I thought I told you..."

"Just an appetizer, Stevie-boy," is her retort. "A quickie in the parking lot. You can have security replay it for you if you want. We parked under a camera."

Thad laughs.

"So, so bad!" Amber chuckles.

"You're on!" I grin. "I'll have them save the clip for my family album!"

"Or your jerk-off folder!" Jen teases.
 
Dawn glowered at me a moment and then walked up behind Stanley. I clearly heard her whisper. “Tilly says you’re into me. That true?”

Stanley swiveled his chair and looked over at me. I just gave him a thumb’s up. “Uh, um, well, y-yeah. I think you’re really cute. I’ve never really understood—“

“Really cute, huh? I guess we can start there. How about you and me go up to my room and relieve some of this uncomfortable tension?”

Stanley looked utterly bewildered. “Uh, like a massage?”

“Yeah,” she said sweetly. “Like a massage. You down?”

“Well, uh, sure. If Tilly is okay with—“

“Have fun!” I said, waving.

“Come on,” Dawn said. “I’m going to massage your fucking brains out.”
 
In the spirit of the OP, I removed all dialog tags and context:

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"Thank you. I may be your bitch, but I still appreciate that you open doors for me or hold my chair."

"A lot of women today resent men doing things like that."

"That's their loss. We both know I can open my own doors. But I think it's like you're showing me a little courtesy and respect by allowing me to go first."

"You know, sometimes I only do that so I can watch your ass."

"Of course. And I'll start worrying when you don't want to watch my ass."

-------

"You're wet enough.”

"Use a lot. You're going to fuck me in the ass. … Go slow until it's in. You're bigger than he was, and I might not be ready for this. … Ow, ow, ow! Don't stop!... Do it! I need to do this! I need YOU to do this with me. Fuck me in the ass, right here, right now!"

"I don't want to hurt you. You're not ready for it."

"I wasn't ready that first time, either. Push forward, or I'll back you up against the door! Ow. Ow. Ah. Don't stop! Ahhh. … Now fuck me hard in the ass and make me cum! … Ah, Ah, Ah!"

"I'm almost there. I'm going to cum in your ass."

"That's it. Call me your slut!"

"Take it in your ass, slut. You want me to fuck you in the ass, don't you? Tell me you're my tight little slut.... Say it!"

"Yes! I'm your ass slut! Cum in my ass."



From “LIFESTYLE CH. 11 - DEMONS PAST

You'll need to read the story, if you want to see the context.
 
Another installment (all context removed) from my favorite character and how she thinks:
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"So, you wouldn't be mad at Eric if he fucked me?"

"When we got married, you said that's my pussy and this cock is yours. So, no, I wouldn't be mad at Eric. You would be the one who broke your promise by letting him use that pussy you gave to me!"

"Okay, Ted. ... I'm trying to figure out where your head's at here. It would be alright with you for your friend to fuck me ... as long as you know about it? Do you mean knowing ahead of time? Or do I need your permission?"

"As long as you're taking care of my need for sex ... "

"You know I always take care of you, and I always will,"

"As I was saying, ... and I won't accept double standards! We both have to play by the same rules. So, if you want my permission to fuck Eric, then I have your permission to fuck another woman, too."

"You can't just go fuck any other woman. Like Eric is your best friend, it would have to be Marlene, my best friend. And she's married. So, that's not going to happen."

"Well then, I guess it's a moot point. … So, you're still not fucking Eric."

"I guess not. … What about if I ask to fuck some other guy, not your best friend?"

"Again, then I'd have your permission to fuck someone other than Marlene."

“… What if Eric fucked me in the ass? My ass wasn't part of that marriage promise."

"Then I'd get to fuck another woman in the ass."

"No. That's not how this works. That's still my cock you have. So, you can't shove it in another woman's ass or mouth without my permission. But I guess you could have someone fuck you in the ass, too."

"Now YOU'RE being weird, bitch. That's not going to happen. Maybe we need to renew and revise our wedding vows."

"Why would I agree to giving you control of my ass, too? What do I get? And I don't care about controlling your ass. So, I'll need to think about what I want in return."

"Wow. You really are manipulative."

"You knew that when you first proposed, geek. I love you."

"And I L-word you, too, bitch."



From: “A DIFFERENT PROPOSITION - PT 02
 
A man with a heavily-tattooed chest and shoulders, plus one tattoo on his leg, his wife, and a friend:

"...he's mine, he's got a cute body, and an exceptional cute arse, so I can decorate it how I like. It's sort of a share of his body, given we're married so legally his body is half mine -- he gets to say how he decorates the top half of his body, I decide the lower half..."

"Seriously? Is that seriously why you don't have any more tattoos below your waist?"

"Ha! No, just you have to stop tattoos somewhere, right? Besides -- I like the look of cane marks and bruises. So no ink on my arse, or they wouldn't show up."

"And he already had pierced nipples when we met. I just suggested the rings."

"I remember. But if you're married and both own each other's bodies, dies that mean he gets a say in yours? Or doesn't it work like that?"

... "I'm a man of simple tastes. I just encourage Cat to show off her tits. Or should I say, 'I assist my Mistress to put on corsets which enhance her stunning assets.'"

"And so you should! I should fit you with a ring gag, though, the amount you already drool over my breasts..."
 
MMC texting to three of "the gang" not with him and the rest of the group in their bar:
Me: "Hey, guys. Cuddle night in 509. Leaving the bar early."
Amanda: "Thanks, but usual problem :("
Me: "Understood. CU Friday?"
Amanda: "Yeah 🍆!"
Me: "So bad."
Hannah: "Amanda wants your ass 🍆🍆🍆"
Me: "Not news. Don't tell T. 🤪"
Thad: ":poop: Asshole"
Amanda: "😇"
Me: "Can you two make it? Foursome with Cheyenne and me?"
Cheyenne is following the chat with me. She smiles and nods, whispers, "(But you first. Please.)"
I whisper back, "(We won't see 'em until after 11. Just you and me for a while. Okay?)"
"(Yeah.)"
Hannah: "Up for it. T?"
Thad: "👌"
Me: CU then!"
 
"Way to get my hopes up."

"Hey! Wait a minute, Katsu-Kun! What are you talking about?"

"Oh nothing. I'm disappointed you're here for my English and not my good looks and cool personality."

"I'm here in spite of your good looks and cool personality."

"Oh? Would I be too distracting, Shiro-Chan?"

"You already are."

"Sweet!"

"Seriously though, I do need help with English."

"I'll do my best, but I can't promise you'll get anything done-"

"Because of your good looks and cool personality, I gathered that much."


From Home Run 01
 
I’ll try again. The speech-to-description ratio is much higher this time. It’s from Part 2 of “Kendra and Sam Set Boundaries.” They wake up in their apartment, the morning after their separate, extremely naughty, and securely videoed bachelor and bachelorette parties.

https://literotica.com/s/kendra-and-sam-set-boundaries-pt-02

Kendra inhaled deeply. “Whaaaat a niiice smellll!"

“Huhhh?”

“Anything that isn’t condom lube.”

Sam’s laugh shook his chest, and her head. He asked, “Wasn’t any of yours flavored?”

“There was one that was like cough syrup. Diane used it when she blew Draco, the rest of us hated it.”

He turned his head her way. “First name basis, huh?”

“It was a long night, I had to give specific orders to three men. What, did you just call them Whore 1, 2, and 3?”

“Certainly not. They are well-regarded artistic dancers, who deserve to be addressed by their stage names.” Then, before she could challenge him, “Rampage, Tsunami, and Robin.”

She sat up and stretched. “Breakfast now, then a watch party. My period will start tonight, and I want to get in our last bang as we share our porno.”

He blinked. “The last...until we’re married?”

“You got it. I’ve planned this out for months, and my cycle has cooperated. This may make me the zillaest of all Bridezillas. Next Saturday, water weight gone, skin perfect, lady-business open for business. And hungry!
 
Text messages are in bold italics:



'I've come down with a bad cold and don't have any energy.'

'Oh, you poor girl. I hope you start feeling better.'

'I feel bad for him. Sam's leaving for a two-week business trip tomorrow. And I won't be able to take care of him.'

'Oh, the poor guy. I know Ted gets really stressed if he's denied my attention for a few days.'

'Can you take care of Sam before he goes? Please!'


"What? She wants you to fuck Sam alone?"

"You're interrupting me. I'm not done. I already sent this:" 'Of course! Tell Sam to stop by tomorrow on his way, and I'll see if I can help him relax.'

"You agreed to fuck him? And you didn't discuss this with me?"

… "I just texted Sam:" 'Two weeks is a long time to be without Sally's comfort. Stop by tomorrow morning, and I'll see if I can help.'

"You set up a date with Sam! And without Sally?"

"Sam and I won't be alone together, you'll be there. Remember? We have a same room rule."

"So, this is payback for me fucking Sally last Sunday morning while you were still in bed?"

"Payback's a bitch!"



From: “Lifestyle Ch. 07: Threesomes
 
"So what might you want to be talking about, Bren? Money? Family stuff?"

"Nope, little more complicated. About Jamie."

"Some troubles? Jamie doesn't seem like the type to get mean or contrary or anything."

"No, it's a little more personal."

"Oh, now you got my interest, girl. Some straying eyes? Or worse?"

"No, no, just that he wants something from me."

"What a surprise. You show me a guy who doesn't want something from his wife and I'll show you a flat brain-scan. I take it he wants somethin' you don't want to do."

"Yep."

"So what, my dear? He aiming to put his thing somewhere you don't want?"

"No, he's hit about everything in that department at this point."

"Oh my, I suppose I should have guessed that. So what's up?"

"Jamie wants his balls licked."
 
"And don't let them con you into paying any more for the ring. You can be naive sometimes ... My best friend, Marlene said she'll set up my Bachelorette Party with the theme; 'No Holes Barred'. You can get your friend Eric to do the same for you."

"You planned this? You didn't even know I got a job offer, or that I would propose!"

"I knew you were smart enough to get a good job. And I saw the signs you were hooked on me. I just waited and reeled you in."

"And what's this 'No Holes Barred'? You're going to fuck other guys before we get married? And take it in your ass, too?"

"Probably not, but you know how wild Marlene can be. So ... maybe. And Ray fucked me in the ass sometimes, so it's not a virgin hole. But if you do fuck anyone at your Bachelor Party, use condoms!"

"You never told me you took it in the ass."

"You never asked! ... “



From: “A Different Proposition – 750 Words.”
 
"I read in 'The Joy of Sex' there's a sensitive spot under your balls I might stimulate with my tongue. Take off your pants. I want to find it."

"Just like that? 'Take off your pants!' What about you? We usually start by undressing each other."

"You've seen me naked before. And will it really matter if I'm down between your legs sucking under your balls?"

"Well, when you put it that way ..."


From: "Lifestyle Ch.01: A Geek Beginning"
 
"They have more audio books in libraries than real books now, Mike! This is so wrong! A library shouldn't have audio books!"

"You're just not familiar with the Dewey Decibel System."

"... I cannot begin to tell you how much I loathe you, sir."

"Maybe not, but I have every faith that you'll spend your life trying."


(An exchange between Lisa and Mike, based on a real interaction I had the other day)
 
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From a soon to be published Valentine’s Day story:

“Remember that line from Rocky Horror Picture Show?”

“Uh, no, which one?”

“Antici….” he paused a few seconds before finishing, “…..pation.”

“Well, you get to anticipate, too. FYI, I haven’t got a stich on and I’m rubbing lotion all over my body. Right now, I’m working on my breasts and next will be my upper thighs, you know, on the inside right below the promised land. And once I’ve finished using lotion, like I said, all over my naked body, well, then I plan on using a more natural lotion, if you get my drift, to take care of another part of my body.” She smiled thinking about how this might affect him.

“You are so damned cruel,” he groaned, “I might take back my invite.”

“No, you won’t and we both know it,” she laughed. “Look, you can tell me the details of the trip later this week over coffee but right now, well, right now I’m pretty busy, if you know what I mean.”

“Sherry, you’re evil. Gonna run. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Dylan?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t do it. Take a cold shower instead,” she laughed as she hung up the phone.
 
From an Off Campus VI installment; release timing yet to be determined:

"Well, good. Another rescue from the precipice, Steven. You know what that means."

"Ally warned me. You have lunch plans?"

"I do now."

"Where?"

"My house. I just had that taller fence installed around the pool. We can skinny-dip and fuck and all that goes with it without scandalizing the neighbors."

"Again," I laugh. "However, I'll bet old man Perkins will be disappointed. He spent a lot of money on those big binoculars."

"Maybe we should install bleachers for him, Steve. Your thing. Bring Amber and Ally. It'll be fun to leave snail tracks on the deck."

I laugh. "Okay... so?"

"Yeah. What's next?"

"I got nuthin'."

"Me neither. Feels good, doesn't it? One o'clock?"

"One'll be good. We'll pick up a couple of pizzas on the way. And I'll call Perkins for the heads up."
 
"I don't know what you think it is we're doing here, but all last night was was some fun. We don't have a lot of fun anymore, you and me, and I figured I'd stand half a chance of you liking it if it was outrageous enough to get any response out of you at all. But it's over, okay? I want you to give me the key, and we can talk about this like adults."

"Okay. So you didn't do any thinking at all. I guess I should've figured you wouldn't."

"Give me the key, Rachel."

"Earn it. Strip."


[...]


"I want you to think about how you would feel, if I had just done what you said. Maybe even right now, you think you'd just be grateful. You could go jerk off, treat this as a one-time freak accident. We go back to normal, the thing that's become normal for us. Then you turn thirty-four, and I play nurse. I turn thirty-four, you play police officer. You turn thirty-five, thirty-six, and then we're in our forties, hunting around for something to entertain each other with, and doesn't it all just swim by so fast? I think you're gonna realise, sooner rather than later, that every part of you desperately craved me telling you no. And now we're gonna find out everything else you desperately crave, and that I desperately crave. All because you were a good boy."

"Rachel--"

"Ah. But first we need to fix this talking thing. Hold on."


Into the Dog House Ch. 04
 
"Hey, you wanna join me? The water's so cool and refreshing, it's really helping to beat the heat, especially on a scorcher like today."

I thought about going back in and putting on my swim trunks, but decided, what the hell, if she wasn't shy, then neither was I. I tugged off my shorts, pulled my T-shirt off over my head, pushed down my boxers and kicked them aside.

Her eyes popped as she looked me over, giving me the naughtiest smile. "Whoa, look at you, standing straight up in the air."

I looked down at my erection and chuckled. "Yeah, he gets like that, around naked women."

"Well, I think you two should come in for a little swim."
 
"The Buddha said that change is never painful. It's only our resistance to change that hurts."

"That's a big 'only.' Like saying that being hung from a gallows only hurts for a minute."

"Or three. It can take three."

"I feel better. Good talk."
That may depend upon the Executioner.
Someone like Pierepoint, it's measured in seconds.
Master Sgt Woods ? Could hake a long time.
 
“We’re not done with the chores. I have too many toys, and some of these don’t work. I’m going through these and getting rid of the ones I don’t want anymore.”

“You didn’t bring out the Hitachi wands or the glass anal rods.”

“Oh, I’ll never part with my Hitachi’s. And I didn’t clean out for the anal toys, so don’t get any ideas of fucking me in the ass tonight.”


From my next story for the 750-Word Challenge in Feb 2023, with tentative titles: "A Geek's Busy Day" or possibly "Toy Time".
 
Text exchange:

“Mamma wants you and me to come for dinner Saturday ok?”

“Is Gina coming?”

“I think so, why?”

“Need to know how much wine to bring ;)

“lol she’ll cut your balls off for that comment smartass!”

“That would be ur loss”

“Ur lucky ur so hot, asshole! <3”

“I’ll be there, with balls on”

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Phone call:

“Can you make that Chicken Piccata? I kind of have a taste for that… among other things.”

“You are so, so naughty. I might have to punish you repeatedly… with my tongue.”

Alyssa’s laughter rang out. “That’s not punishment, Nate!”

“Maybe I’ll get a tongue stud and you’ll change your tune.”

“I like the stud I have now.”

“You know, now my pants are going to be uncomfortable for like the next hour.”

“Then I’d better get them off quickly later!”
 
Another from a future Off Campus VI installment. This one the MMC ("the boss") calling his (very hot) FMC lawyer teeing up a business acquisition:

=====

"Hey. What's up?" Cheyenne picks up.

"Called Joseph. He's working on the numbers for us. Has some cockamamie law firm I never heard of."

"Ohgawd. 'Abbott and Costello'. Yeah, I know 'em. Out of Topeka. They're okay. Tom Abbott is their business guy, so we'll probably be negotiating with him in the mix."

"Pretty risky name for the firm. 'Costello and Abbott' wouldn't draw the snickers. Makes me question their judgment."

"Everybody has the same reaction, but it's like me braless in the courtroom, a distraction to knock everybody off balance. They're competent."

"And your tight skirts with no panty lines for the really serious cases, right?"

She laughs. "I don't hear you complainin'!"
 
"Can anyone tell me why the pyramids are located in Egypt?" the fourth grade teacher asked.

Alex put up his hand. "Because they were too heavy for the British to steal?"

"Alex, please have your parents call me tonight after they get home from work..." the teacher muttered.

- a flashback to look at what a pain in the ass Alex was even as a child.
 
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