Post the name author of the Best Dialogue in an Erotic Story. Also include the dialogue you are nominating. Nominations only - Discussions can take place in the Author Hangout...
[This message has been edited by Laurel (edited 12-17-1999).]
"I want to make love to you on a deserted beach under a full moon."
"Oh," I said, trying to hide my surprise at its mildness. Wow, I thought, Penthouse
doesn't have a number for that one. Only Harlequin has a number for that one and I
think it's only a fraction. "That sounds . . . nice," I said. "We'll have to do it."
"Ya, that would be nice," she said with little enthusiasm.
"Ya, nice," I said with even less enthusiasm.
As Beth and I began to rock together and our breathing accelerated she said, "Do
you really think that making love on a beach is my favorite fantasy?"
"Uhhhh . . . ," I stammered as I realized that this was one of those no-win
questions that wives are genetically programmed to ask. If I said 'yes' and the real
answer is 'no' then it implied that I thought that she was boring, and if I said 'no'
and the real answer is 'yes' then it implied that I was disappointed in her and
thought that her earlier confession was a lie. I answered the way no 20-something
could, ". . . it depends."
With a surprised look on her face, Beth added, "You're right." I melted inside as I
realized how close I came to catching that bullet. "I forgot one small detail . . . I
want to make love to you on a deserted beach under a full moon right after I just
made love to another man. And, by the way, the deserted beach and the full moon
are optional."
Greg heard the soft moans coming from the girls room. He quietly crept to the bedroom door and peeked inside. Wow, Marcia was eating Jan's pussy, and Marcia's bare ass was facing him. He could see her soft pink cuntlips as she wiggled her hips. Greg's cock began to grow. He unzipped his bell bottoms, and began stroking his hard 8 inch cock. While stroking himself, he slowly entered their bedroom. Neither Marcia nor Jan were aware of his presence. Greg was only inches from Marcia's hot naked ass. He held his cock by the shaft and quickly with precise aim, shoved the pink head deep inside of Marcia's hot box.
Marcia let out a loud squeal. She looked behind her and could see Greg standing there. His cock was already half way inside of her juicy pussy. "God, Greg, get a life" Marcia told him.
"You know you like it, Marcia" Greg told her, shoving himself all the way inside of her.
‘I think it’s hard to select best ‘dialogue’ – most of it isn’t much without the supporting scene. Tough to recall particular dialogue. So I’m gonna go with this in a cinematic sense (that’s basically a cop-out saying ‘I don’t remember what was said, I was too busy cleaning up my mess ; )
Best ‘scene’: Curioser ‘You like strippers, do you?’
[Lights, bright, hot spotlights glaring down from overhead. Heat, the rush of heat, sweat pouring off her body, rivulets of it running down between her breasts to her belly. Her pussy, so nasty, soaked-through white panties. Hair hanging in sweaty strands over her eyes.
When it hits her, it hits in long rolling waves that seem to actually originate from the crowd around her, as though their excitement washes over her body and sets off the orgasm. Then every cell, every muscle and fiber and bone and every bit of flesh and blood inside her suddenly shrieks for release and there is a voice piercing the night, it's her own, head thrown back staring at a 600 watt bulb above her. She screams. "FUCK! THE! WORLD!" And yes, she sees it now... yes, the big phallus between her legs is sunk deep into the crack of the planet plunging with relentless driving pistoning fucking force into the great gaping wet open cunt of the world, fucking the world, fucking the world, fucking...the...world.