Show us a favorite nugget from your stories

[A_Little_Show]

I just wrote this one:

"The experience splashed in her imagination, flooded her libido, and overflowed her reservoir of fantasies."

It's cumbersome, but to me, it succinctly conveys emotional reaction better that almost anything else I've written.

What's your favorite nugget?

 

[A_Little_Show]

My lover just laughed at my sentence and said, "You tripped into my arms, tumbled into my bed, and fell in love."

 

[A_Little_Show]

Lover is on a streak, "She pulled up anchor, cast away his affection, and sailed out of his life."

 

[LaRascasse]

All from the same story...

This one is an image of angst riddled sex.

“Every man I ever met only wanted one thing. Once they got it, they threw me aside.”

Fiona never expressed herself. All the taunts she heard, the people who used and abused her, the nights she cried herself to sleep. Every night, she found a way to lock all of it behind a door and wake up with the audacity to hope for something better in the morning. The door creaked and lurched, struggling to hold back all her demons. After Lincoln raped her, something buckled. The door reached its limit and tonight, it gave way.

“I cried all alone on so many nights. Sometimes I cried just so that my parents would listen to me, but my Dad always said that it was a desperate attempt to get his attention.”

Fiona pumped her fist in and out of the young lawyer. It was not with the sadistic pleasure which her rapist had shown while pounding into her. It was not with the rage which her father had shown when he threw her out. It was not with the disdain, condescension or apathy people had shown her all her life.

It was her subconscious finally giving way to a lifetime's worth of trauma bursting at the seams of her mind. It was a soulless, desperate anger that knew no reason or purpose. It was an anger that had lived too long in the shadows of her mind.

“I have taken too much all my life and I just can't take it any longer.”

Finally, she let the shadows out.

And this is the orgasm on the next page. The most poetic orgasm I have ever written.

Her body was taut like a stretched string and her senses blacked out, letting go of reality to be swept by a tidal wave. A tsunami of orgasmic bliss coming from a bottomless sea of arousal. It caught her and sucked her into a vortex of sinful pleasure, pulling her deep inside itself. The feeling engulfed her, permeating her skin all the way to her molten core. Every nerve ending in her body burnt itself raw to cope with the sensory overload. Pain and pleasure melded into one entity before overwhelming her brain into the airy nothingness of sexual nirvana. The world changed colour to a psychedelic whirl and glared into her clamped eyes.

 

[MSTarot]

From 'the Perfect Perfume'

It's funny who would have thought a little blue flower would bring about the end of the civilized fucking world.


From Brass Beds

"Okay, old lady ready to work. We going to make a porn movie here or what? Do I need to get out my crochet needles? I'm getting bored and my nipples are getting cold."

more latter.

 

[Zeb_Carter]

Just starting the story, this is the opening paragraph...I used this in another thread.

Death.

Death would be a solace, but I can’t worry about being comfortable now.

Death.

I was fighting for my life. Breath in, exhale. That was my existence.

Death.

Oh how I wish it would come. Perhaps there was a better place on the other side of life.

Death.

He approaches, yet I still run.

Can you guess the Title?

 

[MSTarot]

from 'The Desert NIght'

A warm night in the desert. A beautiful woman, the smell of her so exotic, the taste of her lips... that of forbidden fruit. The heat of her as I entered her. It drove away the chill of the desert night. Her panting moans as I moved inside her body, the sharp gold leafed nails biting into my back as we of different faiths found heaven together.

 

[RejectReality]

As Dark in the Halloween LST3K "Witch Season":

Beware the fun-sized Snickers of Lucifer!

and:

Grab a seat and dip into the complimentary bowl of candy. Fill up on candy corn until you're tweaking like Cornholio. Stay away from those peanut butter kiss things. I just know they've been sitting in the back room at Wal-Mart since last year, because nobody except those blue-haired old ladies that can't see over the dashboard of their Cadillacs is demented enough to buy them. I don't care if they say they're made of real peanut butter, they smell like old feet and have the same texture as plumber's caulk.

Ghost of a Chance as Les has another one I'm really fond of, since I'm on a Halloween kick anyway.

"So, there you have it. I know you can't hear me. I'm a ghost, after all. I just thought it was fair to tell you, since we're living in your spare bedroom. Don't mind the ectosplooge, it vanishes in sunlight."

 

[8letters]

I don't have anything poetic like the other writers, but I liked this bit in Cycling Weekends with Sis:

"Last summer, I was on a hundred K ride" - a hundred kilometers or sixty-two miles - "and I was in the lead pack. We climbed this hill in two lines on a little, two-lane country road. When the leader got to the crest, I heard him yell, 'Cow!'"

"Cow?" asked Julie.

"Yeah. I came over the crest and there was this cow fifty feet in front of us in the middle of our side of the road."

"What did you do?" asked Julie.

"What could we do? The left line hauled ass past the left side of the cow while the right line zipped by on the right. Bossy gave us a good-bye moo and we kept on going."

 

[Bramblethorn]

"Well, that was a pretty memorable first last night."

"Oh? Never been to the Isle of Sappho before?"

"Ha. Yes, but —" She stalled as I scritched extra-hard, melting her brain for a moment, as deliberately as I might reboot my laptop. "Um. Yes, but only literally."

I'm fond of the passage where my protagonist tries to distract herself from sexual thoughts by thinking about cricket, but it's a bit long to post here.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Rose stood behind Jack, pressing her tits against his back; he felt her hands on his ribs, then felt them slide up to his chest and down his abs to his belt. “Think he’ll ever leave us alone?” She whispered in his ear as she eased the shirt-tail out of his pants and pushed her hands inside the waistband of his briefs, and down.

“You got me,” he said.

 

[PennLady]

So I like this one, from Rhythm & the Blue Line (Ch. 6). The male lead (Brody) has just walked the female lead (Ryan) through making a lasagna; Ryan doesn't cook.

At last, it was in the oven, and Ryan huffed out a breath as she leaned against the counter and surveyed the mess. "I hope this is worth it," she said. "It's a lot less work to buy it frozen."

"This is better for you. And now comes the fun part." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh, really?" Ryan turned towards him, one hand on the counter, the other on her hip. "And what's that?"

"Well, now that we've made a mess, and we're all sweaty . . . ."

"Yes?" Ryan bit back a laugh as he stepped closer.

"We're going to need a few things."

"Such as?"

"Some water . . . some soap . . . ." His body brushed up against hers.

Ryan laughed and slid her arms around his waist. "Sounds good so far."

"You think?" He lowered his head and nipped at her earlobe; she jumped.

"Yes, I think so."

He kissed her once, hard, then stepped away. "So, you want to wash or dry?" He held up a dishtowel.

 

[soflabbwlvr]

This is tough. I have several that I would like to post, but that would be boorish. I'll go with this one from Desperate Measures: The Baller.

An overconfident playground hustler loses his girlfriend's car when he doesn't have sufficient cash to cover his bets. The girl begs the winner for the car, and he tells her to suck his dick. Having no other choice, she complies:

The crowd erupted in applause. Yesenia snapped out of her daze, realized that she was on her knees and topless, and hurried to cover her breasts. She picked up the towel and wiped her face.

"Can I have my car now?" Yesenia asked.

Sergio tossed her the keys.

"And the title?" she added.

"I'm keeping the title," Sergio responded.

"You said if I sucked your dick I could have my car back!"

"I said you could drive it home. I'm still owed $12,000.00."

 

[StrangeLife]

From Did She Cheat?...


"Woof."


A deeply profound statement that illustrates the current inner turmoil and conflicting emotions of the main protagonist in an indirect yet unmistakably and clearly defined manner. For a long time I considered going with "Arf" or "Yip" but it just wouldn't have been the same, nor would "Growl" have done the trick.

You may have experienced this too - that during the writing process you suddenly realise that only one specific word will work. Only one word or expression can truly do justice to the scenario in your tale. It's almost as if you could start by writing that particular word and then construct the rest of the story around it in the same manner as a pearl that begins it's creation as a grain of sand. Like the literary equivalent of The Big Bang.

This - I feel - is such a word.

 

[YDB95]

It's tough to choose just one tidbit, since I'm pretty fond of all my stories (if I don't like the way they turn out, I don't submit them!), but I was particularly delighted with this bit from Elizabeth 3...

"It certainly is one reason," Jonathan said, breaking into a nervous laugh. "Elizabeth, I am so sorry I let my insecurity get the best of me. It is only that I want so much to give you all you wish of...well, you know."

"All I want?" Elizabeth winked and sauntered into Mr. Thompson's office. He had a wonderfully comfortable leather couch in one corner.

"You are not suggesting...!" Jonathan followed her, and arrived in the office just in time to see her settle herself on the couch.

"Jonathan, you know when he goes downstairs for 'a drink,' that will turn into at least three drinks," Elizabeth reminded him. "The office is ours for at least an hour and a half. And you know, I did come prepared." On that note, she spread her legs and lifted up her skirt to reveal that she had removed her panties back at her own office.

"Elizabeth..." Jonathan tried his hardest to sound serious, but she could see from his trousers that his resolve was slipping.

"It will be a reconciliation we'll never forget," Elizabeth offered.

"Indeed," Jonathan conceded.

He stepped up to the couch still looking conflicted, and then Elizabeth sensed a change of heart. He knelt down before her, and she waited for him to unbutton his trousers. But he did not unbutton anything. Instead he gripped Elizabeth's thighs and dove in.

"Jonnnnnathan!" Elizabeth yelped. "Oh you, full of surprises!" His tongue found her clitoris immediately, and in no time she was writhing about on the cushion as he worked his magic. Soon he also had two fingers nestled inside her, swirling about to her delight. Mindful of the office setting, she tried to avoid voicing her pleasure too loudly, but she found that too frustrating and grabbed a bolster cushion from the couch to cover her mouth and muffle her joyful screeches. Her hands feeling restless with all the sensation, she pulled her skirt back down over Jonathan's head and shoulders and rubbed it back and forth across him as he brought her ever closer to the brink.

When she came, Elizabeth thrust her head forward and knocked the pillow away, so her full-throated orgasm rang out through the empty office. In the beautiful afterglow, she reminded herself never to seduce Jonathan in public in the summertime, when the windows might be open! After he slid his fingers out, and ran them playfully through her bush, and emerged from under her skirt, Elizabeth sat up and announced, "Now, what can I do for you, darling?"

"I'll tell you tonight," he said with a grin as he pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his fingers dry.

I do put a lot of effort into all my stories, but the Elizabeth series is truly a labor of love!