Lines that make you want to kiss yourself

filthytrancendence

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Sometimes something comes out on the page that feels so good you just need somewhere to share it. This was mine today:

“If only lawyers were as good at fucking as they are at ratfucking.”

I'm sure I'm not alone. So what's made you want to kiss yourself lately? I think it'd be nice to share our small victories, too.

Part of why I love that line so much is it hearkens back to my favorite line from one of my favorite characters in one of my favorite books (Chrisjen Avasarala, "Calaban's War", James SA Corey)

“They’re all fucking men,” she said.

“Excuse me?” Soren said.

“The generals. They’re all fucking men.”

“I thought Souther was the only—”

“I don’t mean that they all fuck men. I mean they’re all men, the fuckers. How long has it been since a woman was in charge of the armed forces? Not since I came here. So instead, we wind up with another example of what happens to policy when there’s too much testosterone in the room.”

(An incredible sequence, significantly improved by reading it in Shohreh Aghdashloo's incredible voice & accent)
 
We've had at least one other thread like this, but it was a while ago, and I'm happy for another opportunity to share this, from a never published story:
"It was something at first sight. Not love. No, not that, but something."
 
Not a line, but - based on observation / discussion - I believe this paragraph to be broadly true of its subject gender, YMMV.

Many years ago, I had reached an uneasy accommodation with myself upon the subject of scrutinizing the female form. I apprehended that I was a mere man. My sex was, perhaps cruelly, programmed to do just this. The weak justification I made to myself was that this tendency was simply part of being male. My rule was, it is fine to look, to enjoy looking, so long as it never veers into intrusiveness. A convenient rule, I freely admit.

This was part of my trying [and mostly failing] to mimic aspects of Fitzgerald’s style. Something that was way too ambitious an experiment and consequently rather poorly received.
 
This was part of my trying [and mostly failing] to mimic aspects of Fitzgerald’s style. Something that was way too ambitious an experiment and consequently rather poorly received.
We certainly learn a lot more when we have the foolish courage to let our reach exceed our grasp than we do to just keep on grasping what's in front of us.

I like it. If you take gender out of it, it is a person wrestling with the ethics of voyeurism. If nothing else, I think that's an interesting and under-explored topic.
 
That is pretty great. Evocative and begs a lot of tantalizing questions.

I'm curious if you ever elaborated on what the something was?
I did, but it was one of those efforts where I was writing instead of recording a fantasy. I was making stuff up. It lacked authenticity. I never published it.
 
"Do you know why are you here?"
"That's a rather deep question I'm afraid I can't answer, mistress. If anything, you should be teaching me that."

Opening lines of Day 183 out of 365 from 'Writing about the same thing for a year.'
 
I particularly like lines with some kind of wordplay. For example:

I thought Stella was going to explode. I thought he might, too, but he managed not to.

The first sentence is a reference to anger, the second to ejaculation.
 
There is another thread 'just one line', but I'll play here too.


As Heidi and I headed out the door, she said bluntly, “Oh, I’m good for breakfast too!”



Still in progress and I haven't decided if that's the last line of if I'll add on.


I kind of left that open to interpretation ... is SHE good for breakfast (morning delight) , or does she make a good breakfast?
 
One that I still like - a First Time story, and after 8 pages our female protagonist has managed not to have a panic attack over penetrative sex, and actually had sex and likes it:

Yes, this was a huge breakthrough. One small thrust for a man, a giant leap for my mind.
 
More than a line, but a completely silly exchange:



“You know what else I like? You’re talking to me, looking at my face and not staring at my tits. It’s like I’m not even naked.”

“What? You’re naked?”

“Well, you have my dress in your lap and my nipples are getting erect from the cold air, so, yeah I guess I am.”

“Oh yeah, I guess so. I mean, you do have a terrific body and I’m trying not to stare, but it’s hard.”

“Is it? Let me see it! Stand up.”
 
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