Just one Line.

“Flat-chested psychopath? Why the hell do people keep calling me a psychopath?!?”
 
Description of a thirty-five-year-old publishing company supervisor who has lost her virginity to another woman over the weekend - and one of her own employees no less.

"While previously she had slouched in every day, now she sort of glided in like Barbara Stanwyck at the beginning of Double Indemnity."
 
"Irina's exact words were that I hit that so deep when I pulled out they should have crowned me King of England."
 
"Your Cowper's Gland should be considered a lethal weapon, DeBourne, now that I've seen the devastation it can wreak..."

- Karen, from 'Mike & Karen, chapter 25' (WIP)
 
"So, the hippy out of her time is not a vegan?" he teased.

"Bacon, darling. Bacon. I'll surrender my virtue for a BLT on wheat toast."
 
"I think…is there a level of wealth beyond 'obscenely rich?' Because that's where we're headed with this stuff."
 
She wants to take his manhood in her mouth and taste herself on him; taste the sourness of his fluids, get him hard enough to fuck her arse. That's what she needs.

Instead she demurely pulls the bell and asks for coffee.
 
"I crashed the party to make Mona's sex awkward and poke fun at dicks, not get smashed in the face by one."

- Lisa, 'Mike & Karen, chapter 23'
 
"I'd like to thank the Missouri DMV, for having no imagination and for taking the path of least resistance."

-- Emily Swindon-Kelley, "Naples, Missouri"
 
About to be published…

“She crouched to her knees and in an almost perfect impression of Robert Duvall from ‘Apocalypse Now’ said, “I love the smell of dried cum in the morning.”
 
Understand what another desires, then make yourself the one who can choose to either fulfill or deny that need.

She'd learned something useful from her father, after all.



Yes, I clearly have no idea what "one line" means. LOL
 
"Yes, Alex, that's it," Virginia said as she let go of my hand, picked up her purse, stood up, and walked out of my life. She never looked back.
 
"Y'stun wee bleekers'll get me clothes fousty..."

- Calli (the Destroyer) Gordon-McDemott, Daughter of the Rock. From 'Mike & Karen' (WIP)
 
From my soon to be live Halloween entry A Trick For Their Treat

"Your husband? You want to tag team me?" Candy's face scrunched up in disgust. "Ewwww, creepy old people!"
 
Stefan was a natural charmer, but much of that sprang from the unguarded exuberance of a youngster who'd been turned loose in a candy store with pockets full of money and no idea what anything in those sparkling glass jars cost, or of the crash that followed a sugar high.


My protagonist has - surprise! - a therapist:

"Ashamed? Lauren, if human beings were not universally ashamed of their feelings I would be learning to pull shots at Starbucks."
 
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Any influence on your title from the Destroyer series by Murphy and Saphir?

Lol, no, she's a disaster-prone girl from Dildo, Newfoundland and that's her unfortunate nickname.

"Ah, jayzus, by, it's Calli the Destroyer! Y'runfer!"

Joel Grey will ALWAYS be Chiun to me, tho. 🥰
 
"We as a society don't continually forbid people to stick their hands into meat grinders because we don't have to."
 
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Bella put her bra back on. The term "lingerie" didn't apply to her underwear. "Lingerie" was flimsy and lightweight. Her udder holster, on the other hand, was industrial strength and practical equipment.

Cruising Altitude
 
"I guess Frank thought the drug would turn me into his fuck toy, and instead he got She-Hulk."
 
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