Just one Line.

If it was going to happen, there was something sort of apt about it being right there.
 
He closed the shower screen and turned the tap on. He tried to ignore her while he showered, but could see her through the screen, her form blurred and pointillised by the condensation on the glass.
 
From my latest story, It Happened In Vegas

I tried stepping out of them while she bent to peel her yoga pants down past her knees. I lost my balance, stumbled, and nearly fell over. I bumped into Beth, who ended up falling back and sitting on her ass on the couch in front of me, yoga pants at her ankles and a rock-hard cock bouncing up and down right in her face.
 
His mouth did its ritual perambulation of my groin hair triangle, little kisses to all the uneven edges as he went around clockwise, like some Buddhist pilgrim performing a ritual around a temple or holy site.
 
“Damn, girl, you look worn out and sweaty for all the wrong reasons.”

“Yeah, but its to look good enough to ensure the next time is for the right reasons."
 
"I've lived a life not worth living," Magda eyed the oncoming cultists. "The least you can allow me is a death worth dying."
 
“Wah Chiu.”

“Huh?”

“Wah Chiu.”

I rolled over and peeled open one eye. My phone showed it was a few minutes past three in the morning. Who the hell would be calling me at this godforsaken hour just to sneeze at me?
 
“Cassie if you can’t make Kent forget about a piece of jailbait trash then you’re losing your touch.”
 
“Tell me something, mister press secretary, what better way to stick it to a dog like Jason?” she let the coat fall to the floor. “Then sticking it to his wife?”
 
“It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me.”
 
I heard the diesel engine start as she explained, “Sails are great for nostalgia and saving fuel, but tonight the wind’s blowing the wrong way and we’re racing the sun to the limit line.”
 
She awkwardly fished the underwear off her legs and held it in a ball in her fist, pressing back onto the lush carpet and slowly opening her legs so they were splayed, so he could see her.
 
I owe my entry into the pleasures of oral sex to an obscure piece of Victorian pornography.
 
It's both, eraj.
Well, I like my characters to have mental struggles and I love when they come to their own conclusions, sometimes it's a conclusion that is best only for them, they just need to feel it align with them individually. No labels :)
 
"This isn’t a diaper shitting furry’s fantasy, but a fully functional society that has found some truths that you would not even dare to look in their direction."
 
Probably the best villain line I have ever heard is from the TV show 'Scandal'.

"I am the dragon in the old stories, I am the monster under your bed, you DO NOT FUCK with me!"
 
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