Just one Line.

I wanted to ask more, but she'd made what might've been the hardest admission of her long life, and I wouldn't make it harder.
 
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Some of the young people here think it can get a little dull. . . . No one's on Tinder; it might get around. An orgy would mean too many thank-you notes."
 
“Somewhere there’s a white nationalist rally missing its keynote speaker,” Hephaestus immediately responded towards Ares.
 
Angie suddenly looked uncomfortable. "You know, new batters don't just go up and hit triples. Unless they're politicians. And then they sometimes get thrown out."
 
“Seriously,” she scolded her reproductive system, “three pregnancy scares in college while I was on the pill, and now that I’m being raw dogged you can’t let one of his swimmers land?”
 
Nicole's panties slide down her legs the way my good Irish whiskey should have slid down her throat.
 
Julia gazed down at the Venetian costume mask in wonderment. It was fashioned in the shape of a woman's face, the finish a pale white, with a hint of blush red on the high, sculpted cheekbones. There was a space left for the mouth and chin and the hollow eyes glared in empty blackness. Around the forehead of the mask was arrayed a dazzling corona of peacock feathers, their spots resembling a myriad of intensely blue, staring eyes, hypnotic in their effect. A small black dot above one side of the mouth, a beauty spot, made Julia think that Joe had ordered this expensive item to be specially made for her, the mark being in the exact same position as the little mole on her own top lip.

Sorry, I know that's a paragraph rather than a line... I just didn't want to split it up...
 
I tried to sound casual, but if she had asked me to meet her in the Mojave Desert I might have checked the Amtrak schedule to Barstow.
 
I slowly pulled my skirt up, an inch at a time, until my uncovered quim faced him, its canyon already slightly parted, and well dampened I knew.
 
"I've never gotten busy in a Burger King bathroom, but there are several In-N-Out's that I'm no longer allowed to frequent."
 
"Fuck, Howie, if I'd known you're packing that, I would've done you decades ago."
 
"Mmmmm, I dunno. It's a nice light grey, but I'm looking for something a little more sensual. Have you got anything in a Sasha grey?"

- Jeanie, 'Freja & Jeanie', Chapter 4 (WIP)
 
"Fine then! How would YOU stop a platypus from ruining your plans to rule the Tri-State area?!?"
 
I felt her hand tighten on my breast and my nipple responded by hardening; that familiar ache making my heart flutter and my breath catch.
 
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