Just one Line.

[LegendInMyOwnMind]

From my current WIP. Some background. FNC is recovering from a major SA trauma, but is still a virgin. The MMC is not a virgin but has had an emotionally traumatic first time. MMC is FMC's step-brother, raised together since 12, they are now 20. MMC is a principal actor in helping her healing process. Eventually, she asks him to be her first as he's now the only man she can trust. He agrees primarily in an honest desire to help. The line:

Before we sat on the double bed, I took one more look at her. I realized that her acquaintance with grief had enhanced rather than marred her beauty. When we sat down, I studied her face and saw the love and trust in her eyes, but also the fire and the naked need.

More excerpts will follow.

 

[NuclearFairy]

I curled up in bed, watching the little white kitten curled up on top of the bright pink monkey, and we both drifted off to the steady, soothing sound of a mechanical heart.

 

[ADirtyPerv]

I could almost hear the dissatisfied sigh through the imperfect soundproofing, could almost hear him grumbling before the familiar bass line rumbled out. It was his go-to, to clear his mind -- a palate cleanser.

He described it as “The Imperial March, but slutty.”

 

[Actingup]

I'm not sure if she was being original, but a one-liner from a friend cracked me up this morning. She was telling me that she and her partner had just started painting the house.

"You're doing it yourself?" I asked.
"Oh no, we're not those kinds of lesbians...'

 

[LegendInMyOwnMind]

Another excerpt:

We came to her final moment as a virgin. I put the head of my dick next to her entrance. "Lauren, I can see your answer in your eyes, but I need to hear it from your lips. Do you want me to be inside you?"

Her answer was a simple, "Yes." The fire in her eyes blazed so brightly it nearly blinded me.

 

[LegendInMyOwnMind]

A more humorous excerpt from the morning after the first time.

Mom didn't know the half of it, and I vowed she never would. If she found out, I feared what she would do. Probably try to send Lauren to a convent, though we weren’t Catholic. As for me, I might come out alive with my genitals intact, and I might not.

 

[calmlikeabomb]

From a story I hope to publish over the next couple of weeks:

Until the bitch wife betrayed him. Now, he was stuck in this godforsaken mansion, with godawful internet, while his wife took selfies with Donald Duck.

Everything was unfair.

 

[YmaOHyd]

I’ve sat on this bench before, many times. I rest my eyes on the river flowing by, and on the wood-and-steel obelisk that rises ten feet from the grass. The pillar opens into the Africanized face of Janus, framed by green glass. I’ve never walked to the other side to see if, like Janus, he has two faces. With this one, I suppose, he watches us come and go. Perhaps with the other he gazes upon the endless rolling of the river, the thaws and floods of spring and the ice of winter.

If he has another face.

Maybe I should get up and check. It’s the last time I’ll walk this way, I think. Another of those things that must end so something new can begin. But maybe I’m happier preserving the mystery.

I have no idea where this is going or what it means, but I like that I wrote it.