Just one Line.

From my last story, Kidnapped, in the Summer Lovin’ competition. Spoken by the heroine to the young man she’s just rescued.


"Clever boy! Sorry, I didn't mean to sound patronising but in my line of work death is just a way of life. That's why the men who were holding you when I arrived are dead."
 
'It was quite by accident that I met her at that pub north of Cambridge, but of course accidents are ubiquitous and enliven the world unmercifully.'

From Infernal Fornications
 
Samantha's dress fell to the floor, Justin's jaw followed suit.

From: That's What Friends Are For
 
From Exceed My Expectations

This feels more like a mission than a date. Just an agent sizing up her mark. What a tedious effort for a guy whose only contribution to saving the world is recycling water bottles.
 
" Another reason to never drink and drive again she thought ruefully, you might wind up being owned by a fitness nut."

From "Office Servitude"
 
From my last story, Kidnapped, in the Summer Lovin’ competition. Spoken by the heroine to the young man she’s just rescued.


"Clever boy! Sorry, I didn't mean to sound patronising but in my line of work death is just a way of life. That's why the men who were holding you when I arrived are dead."

Sounds like my kind of woman.
 
A conversation with Simone Rod Adventures CH 13

"So a lesbian then?" She steps out of her trousers and stands naked, tall and proud looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes.
 
What is wrong with that red-headed friend of yours, Lisa? Stumbling into me, dressed in that absurd outfit before turning puce and squeaking. How would she like it if I wore some ridiculous costume, rolled up to her, turned puce and squeaked?"

- Jonathon Blackwell, to his daughter Karen. From "Mike & Karen (WIP)
 
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From my upcoming Christmas story:

"Visions of your sugar plum are dancing through my head.”
 
"The first thing Heather noticed about the man who opened the door was the machine gun he had pointed in her direction. In all fairness, it was the most important part of her predicament."

It's a story I've been writing on and off for months now. Who knows if I'll ever finish?
 
Promises Made and Promises Kept Pt. 04

With a look of innocence that would have put Jesus to shame, mom said, "I have no idea what you're talking about, dear."
 
I'm going to be greedy and post a couple...

These are from the story I submitted last night:

The orgasm roars through me, like Godzilla destroying Tokyo, like the H-bomb taking out bikini island. I lose myself completely.

~and~

I realize that I haven’t actually melted into the floor, nor am I floating near the ceiling. It’s a rather disappointing realization.


(not bad for a one page stroker that went from idea to submission in a few hours, imo.)
 
"Her legs wrapped tightly around him as they kissed with the fury of a dying sun."
 
“You do know this isn’t a fairy story? I’m not sleeping beauty awaiting the kiss of my prince.”
 
She enjoyed preparing for work, the heavy leather duty belt, the hard black polycarbonate of the Monadnock PR-24, and the Glock all felt powerful and comforting.
 
"You sit there thinking you're some hotshot rookie who should be walking out on the court to Hell's Bells when you couldn't even swing Laffy Taffy."
 
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