Just one Line.

Avilia strode into the room, blades in either hand flashing almost as brightly as her eyes. “Get off my man, bitch.” Her voice was low and flat. Deadly.
 
Avilia strode into the room, blades in either hand flashing almost as brightly as her eyes. “Get off my man, bitch.” Her voice was low and flat. Deadly.
"About time, bitch," Madera cackled, returning Avilia's slight as she reached for her cutlass and climbed off the obviously ravaged man bound to her bed. "I was wondering what it was going to take to get your attention."
 
"You're saying these men had nothing to do with your worthless pack of hyenas?" Abigail snapped her fingers, and Seth opened the bag. dumping the severed hands onto the floor. "I believe those V's tattooed on their decaying flesh stands for Vitelli."
 
I staggered into the en-suite and hung on to the shower door until joining Dale as he was rinsing his hair. After pulling the shower door closed Jessa exclaimed from in front of the mirror, “Oh fucking hell! You both gave me hickeys?”
 
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"About time, bitch," Madera cackled, returning Avilia's slight as she reached for her cutlass and climbed off the obviously ravaged man bound to her bed. "I was wondering what it was going to take to get your attention."
The man is shackled to a wall, and Avilia's going to be handed over to a sorcerer as his plaything. But perhaps in another story...
 
"Please don't be an asshole to me, because if you do then I'll have to be an asshole to you in return... and I'm MUCH better at being an asshole than you are."
 
From Anal Sex Etc: A Scientific Approach:

Richie's sister had once informed him, "There's men who women want to fuck just because of what they look like. That's Keanu Reeves, and about three others on the planet. Then there's the nice-looking few who just have to not be dicks: they maybe make up a quarter of your options. And then there's all the ones who have to win you over on personality, but then they start to look more attractive. That's most blokes!" She'd rolled her eyes, unexpectedly fierce, before continuing, "The amount of men too ugly to ever score? About zero. It's always their attitudes and them being fucking twats."
 
"And by the way, there's some scholarly debate about whether Loki is really the God of April Fools' Day."

"Has this scholarly debate been published somewhere, Astrid?" she enquired.

"Um, no, it was down at the pub after our Norse mythology class," I admitted.

"Well, finally we're getting some use out of your Arts degree."

from "Mirror Twin"
 
From a semi-standalone WIP April Fools story that should be done today:
You can only pull wrapping paper off an otherwise-empty box of Styrofoam peanuts so many times before it stops being funny, if it ever was in the first place.

While the story isn't based on a real-life experience, that line certainly is.
 
From my WIP Origin Story:

Little Flower nodded thoughtfully and then he waited until she’d placed a big chunk of meat into her mouth before mischievously asking, “What about you? What would you like to do if you could?”
 
From a somewhat demented work in progress I've been working on for a while.

EDIT: that was kinda too long to fit "one line" so I've cut it down a bit.

"He was in a car crash as a kid and the whole thing got minced." Now that got everyone's attention. "Seriously gnarly leg scars, too. They dug out a piece of metal that came within an inch of piercing the femoral artery, which..."

"...would have finished him faster than my ex." Said Rowan, face even paler than normal, and oh my if that didn't go a long way to explaining the New Boyfriend Situation.

"Precisely."

"That's awful." Daisy whispered, so I clarified before the mood could get too dark:

"Don't worry, he liked to laugh about it. And he could still cum; he wasn't always wearing the strap. Besides, his voice was so high he could hit every note on I Believe In A Thing Called Love."
 
From a new story posted: JoJo Thought He Was a Loner.

"April from… Jamaica… felt his firm glans press, bounce, press, bounce, push… Her mouth shot open in shock as the massive cock poked her rosebud wide open—it was just inside, throbbing."
 
In my WIP fourth chapter of my ongoing romantic series, the narrator has had to go clothes shopping for summer work outfits outside his normal comfort zone:
The last thing I wanted was to pick her up for our first day of work looking like Doctor Granola the Yoga Clown.
 
Xunaxa led the way, eyes flicking from side to side, seeking out the smoothest path on the uneven rock. Arivor was close behind her, so close that her imagination told her she could feel his hot breath on her neck.

Then she realised that she was feeling it in truth, only it wasn’t the knight’s breath. “We’re close to the hot spring again,” she murmured over her shoulder. Suddenly the memory returned, and she felt a blush flood her cheeks.
 
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