Just one Line.

“I know you’re in an unusual position here, but that’s no reason why we can’t have fun."

From a story I'm currently working on and will be posting soon.

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“Reduced down to the fact that I get wet instead of hard. No one ever said organized crime was a progressive workplace.”
 
"A thousand a scene?" Dana grunted. "Hey, I'd only have to do 35! Instead of a go fund me, maybe I could start a come fuck me!"

From my soon to be released Nude Day entry The Next Milf Porn Star
 
“In other words, I want to believe that humans, on the whole, want to fuck each other more than we want to press the button on World War 3, now that we have nuclear warfare."

-La Kajira. I have no idea why this one stayed with me somehow out of the entirety of that story, but it did.
 
"You've swallowed so much cum, your bloodstream's got more salt than the ocean. If you donated blood somebody might get pregnant."
 
From one that I am currently writing:

The Good Lord had blessed that girl. Only 18 years under God’s sun and as full of low lying fruit from the fuckme tree as any purdy young fillie in these parts, and I had that ripe peach bendin’ over touching her toes, naked as a jaybird, with her cute little sundress up on her back.
 
Sometimes I think I have preferences for how I like being sucked off, but such plans never survive contact with the enemy; any time I'm getting blown, that's how I like it.
 
"Hannibal, you can NOT keep misplacing the peers! How many times do we have to go over this?!"

- Karen, to her cousin, Hannibal (WIP)
 
"An American woman who does not shave can be saying many different things," she continued.
 
"Hannibal, you can NOT keep misplacing the peers! How many times do we have to go over this?!"

- Karen, to her cousin, Hannibal (WIP)

Did you spell that right? What does "peers" mean? Are we talking about members of the British nobility who are lost? Or is someone looking for people who pee?
 
Her favorite British author turned out not to be Bronte or Shelley or Keats, but a prolific Victorian who'd signed their work "Anon."


(Cross-reffing another topic, I just used a contraction in narrative.)
 
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“ And then I think that if we could perfect VR interrogation, we should have masochists program the simulations because it's truly a terrifying thought.”

-Nightmare Master :)
 
She was leaning on her left arm facing me, her breasts still winning the battle against gravity, her pink nipples hard, undoubtedly from the cold water, her belly showing just the slightest sign of an endearing paunch, her right thigh crossed downward over her left, not quite covering her hairless vulva, one bare foot resting in front of the other. It was a perfect recreation of some of the famous “reclining nude” paintings of the past.

From a pending story, "Morning Beauty." Sorry; I felt the short follow-up sentence was necessary.

Richard Wark

Wark2002

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' The cock she had just sucked so vigorously and was now buried in her cunt was attached to her younger brother.'
 
* Diego took particular exception to my defense of Márquez' magical-realist approach, insisting, quite illogically, that this interpretation disguised the Colombian writer's innate "sexual and ontological confusion."
 
'Fearing the worse, an exasperated Clarissa turned to Antonio. “It was only supposed to blow his bloody balls off!'

I like riffing on lines from movies
 
“I wouldn’t dare insult Mistress by comparing her to Venus in Furs, when Wanda was an insecure bitch and Sacher-Masoch was an asshole for giving me that bullshit ending.”
 
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