Snippets

[TadOverdon]

I've spent the last six months or so abusing the Just One Line topic by posting whole paragraphs or dialogue exchanges from work in progress.

I should stop that.

So, this topic is for paragraphs, or conversational trains from WIP that we want to share and get some occasional feedback. I found that so helpful while writing my last novel. I guess some others of us do, as well.

New book is a good time for a new leaf, I guess.

Bethany and Veronica Gallegos:

"I'm forty years old, and I -"

"You're thirty-nine, you won't be forty for eight months. Why do you do that?"

"Add a year? I don't know, I just always have. What difference does it make?"

"What difference? We're twins, Beth. I'm not forty."

"Fine, then. But when you decide you're thirty-six you're on your own."

 

[NotWise]

From my in-progress April Fool's Story, "Every Girl in Edgarville." It's 1975 in a small town in western Nebraska, and Abner is at the diner telling a story from his youth. His old friend Peg, who owns the diner, and the new girl, Jeanie, are listening.

“I worked Saturday at the Coast to Coast, and people probably thought I was some kinda idiot ‘cause I couldn’t think of much but what I was gonna do. I hopped the westbound freight after work, and the damned thing didn’t even stop in Edgarville. I had to jump off, and it rolled me in the dirt by the stockyard.

“Dusted myself off ‘til I only smelled a little like cow shit and then went lookin’ for girls.”

“Eew,” Jeanie said, and wrinkled her nose. She pushed herself back from the counter and picked up the coffee pot. “Be right back.”

 

[SamScribble]

Talking first-time sex without talking first-time sex:

My mother was a competitive equestrian. She used to say that the first time with a new horse always had the potential to be a bit of an adventure. For both horse and rider. I’m not suggesting that there was anything horse-like about Gillian, but first times are still first times. Learning where the buttons are, and how they like to be pushed, can make for the odd nervous moment. Nevertheless, we managed an almost clear round and ended up back at the first jump with broad smiles on our faces.​

 

[SimonDoom]

From my daftest story, Teddy Bear: one of the most fun to write:



She stared at Teddy Bear, propped up against a kitchen cabinet.

She pushed her hand against his heart.

The deep voice rumbled in response.

"I'm Teddy Bear, and I want to fuck you."

Eleanor screamed and backed up, almost stumbling, mouth agape.

 

[MrPixel]

From a future chapter of "Off Campus", Q&A with hotel staff:

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"Are you and your lovers still going to be on the fifth floor?"

"Straight and to the point. I like that. Welcome to my world. Yes. The entire residential wing will be ours. The newest addition to our fun family, Ms. Thompson here - raise your hand, Amber - has bought 507 and will be living here with us. We're still hashing out what to do with 509. It won't be sold as we had previously planned."

"Dungeon!" shouts somebody. I smile and glance at Ally.

"Will the carpets be chocolate syrup-proof?" from somebody else, obviously in housekeeping. Oops.

 

[ElectricBlue]

I often write what nobody else writes. This is the opening paragraph from The Fantastic Hotel, Part Two:

The mantis stepped down from the tram and leaned casually against a wall, directly across the street from The Fantastic Hotel. He'd come across the river, shaken in the old tram with a crash and a bang and sparks from the wire as it lurched around corners. He'd been gracious to old ladies and charming to young ones, with a grin and a joke and a twirl of his fancy moustachios.

 

[dmallord]

Current 'hook' for my work in progress

Thank you Tadoverdon...I noticed that tendency in the one liner thread as well. My reticent nature didn't allow me to make a verbal note of that. But, I am glad you have atoned for bending the barrier and created this special place...One liners are just so hard to adhere to!

The opening 'hook' for my current work in progress:

"At the thirty minute mark from the Mexican border, I turned off the Phenom aircraft’s transponder and went dark; while losing altitude to avoid radar detection. I had crossed that line—the one of no turning back. At 340 miles per hour and at this altitude; the ground rushes past you faster than the feel of a careening rollercoaster. It taxes your mental ability to its limits; requiring split second adjustments to the horizon lines. There is no room for error. Smacking your ass into a mountain side at 340 mph—doesn’t allow for a do-over. Damn, this is going to be some three-hour white knuckle ride!"

 

[Lifestyle66]

Here's a scene from my up-coming "On The Job" story:

When we got into the elevator, Jan pressed the button for the top floor with the penthouse suites.

“That’s not our floor,” I said. “We’re on the 7th floor,” as I reached to press the button.

Jan stopped my hand and pulled out a hotel room keycard from under the gown over her left breast. “I ran into Darren when I went to the lady’s room. He suggested we join them for … a drink? I thought it was rather sexy when he handed me his hotel room card. I sort of encouraged him with a little flirting. And I hope you don’t mind, but I suggested his wife could use you any way she wants.”

“So, you pimped me out to the boss’s wife?”

“He’s not MY boss. He’s just one of the company V.P.s in a different division.”

“The things I have to do to keep you happy,” I said and laughed.

 

[MrPixel]

Elevators can be fun:

Cheyenne and I are on the sixth floor in one of the newly rehabbed suites. I call a car, we step in and the doors close before the others make it to the elevator lobby. Haven't fixed the elevators yet, so we have too many seconds to kill during the ride up. I reach to hold Cheyenne in my exhaustion, but in the process of doing so the tensions of the day are breaking their bindings and the urges take over into the idle hands so quickly stripping her naked. Sweats are great for that. She goes for my belt and zipper trying to retaliate, but too late, the doors open...

...to that couple Ally and I were talking to at the front desk earlier.

"Oh shit!" we blurt, and huddle in a corner.

 

[Lifestyle66]

After their elevator ride to the penthouse suite and they go in:

She unfastened and removed her gown, tossing it onto the back of the couch. She was now naked and walking toward the bedroom as I followed.

“Where are your panties?” I asked.

“Oh, my panties are in his jacket pocket. I traded them for the keycard. Don’t worry. No one saw us when he took them off me.”

“Did he fuck you?”

“Not yet. That’s why we’re here!” Jan reached to my neck grasping the loose ends of my bowtie and tugged. “Let’s go see what fun Denise has in store for you.”

 

[yowser]

She was wearing those tights, or leggings, or whatever you call them that the hot, little prick-teasing wenches wear to high school these days, that leave no crevice of the anatomy bereft to the imagination, plus a loose cotton cropped-top that left her navel bare. I could tell there was no bra on underneath and had to stifle my urge to push a hand up underneath the front to verify. Was she tarted up for me or was this normal dress?

 

[JuanSeiszFitzHall]

This is from a work in (I hope) progress. It’s the journal of a single young American woman who has gone two years without partner sex.

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His cock felt like it was everywhere in my pussy, touching each cell, but for all I know, right then, I might have cum on a crayon.

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[SimonDoom]

This is the ending of my story "In the Hallway." The conceit of the story is that a lonely man meets a lonely woman in the hallway of an office building, and he decides by chance to take advice he'd read online the night before never to ask, but to tell a woman what to do, and the woman has taken the advice she saw online the previous night not to say "no." They both find that they take unexpected pleasure in assuming these new and risky roles for the day. It's a light dominance/submission play story. Things progress during the course of the day until, well, you can guess.

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"How do you feel?" he asked.

Janna started at his question. It was the first and only question he had asked her, since their chance meeting in the hallway a few hours earlier. She pursed her lips and furrowed her brow in disapproval. Then she arched her back and looked up at him. She spread her legs wider, and she could feel his cum dribbling slowly out of her as her eyes held steadily on his. She cocked her head to the side just a bit and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly in a sly half smile.

Even the best masters must be reminded to play their roles correctly from time to time.

"You tell me," she said.

 

[MrPixel]

From an in-progress chapter of the "Off Campus" series:

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I start the car and hand my phone to Cheyenne.

"Could you please call the hotel and let them know we're on our way. About five minutes."

She makes the call.

"They appreciated the heads-up, Steven."

It's 6:15 a.m., so we're not too far off my wild-guess estimate from the road, nine hours ago.

It's a short drive on city streets. Rounding the corner I spot the drive-up and entrance.

"'Appreciated the heads-up' is understatement! Look, everybody!"

There is a veritable army at the curb waiting for us. As I pull in the gathered crowd is applauding. I stop and shut the engine off, and six bellhops rush to open doors and unload luggage. Cheyenne is right, we are celebrities now. It's a rush. It's fucking scary. I wish we were here under better circumstances.

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[Comshaw]

He knew he could try to brake to a stop, but instinctively knew he was going way too fast to stop before he hit one of the vehicles. To the left of the two cars, a sheer rock wall extended to the edge of the road, blocking any chance of passing on that side. On the right, a guard rail lay next to the road, blocking his way. He gauged the space between the two cars, not sure if there was room for the bike to pass. A micro-second later, he twisted the throttle wide open and let out a wild, defiant scream.

The bike's speedometer read 75 MPH as he flashed between the two stationary cars. A blurred kaleidoscope impression of faces, chrome, mirrors and other vehicle parts assaulted his senses for the micro seconds it took him to pass between the two vehicles. He felt a tug on his left arm, then he was past, around the next corner and out of sight of the cars.

 

[yowser]

Her breasts were held in by the most precarious confection of fabric, two tiny white triangles, flesh overflowing. The side of one was exposed, and her shifting movement while traversing the uneven slope would have provoked an erection in a dead man.

 

[NotWise]

It's 1975 and middle-aged Abner is sitting at the counter in a diner, where the young waitress, Jeanie, convinced him to tell his first-time story.

Shirley had my dick in both hands and snuggled up real close. It was kinda cold in the room but her breath was hot. Her lips touched my ear, and she asked, ‘You brought a rubber, didn’t you?’

“’Shit yeah!’ I was glad I finally did something right. I squirmed around to reach them out of my pants on the floor, and fell right outta bed. Made her laugh.”

“Dork,” Jeanie said and put the pot back on the Silex.

Abner peeked over his coffee cup at her, “You’re fly’s open.” Jeanie checked the front of her jeans, and Abner laughed. “Made ya’ look!”

“Dork,” Jeanie said, and chewed her gum a little harder.

 

[Comshaw]

It was late summer 1994. Seth's dad and step mom had left that afternoon for a week. They had left Seth's stepsister Molly in charge. At 18 Seth didn't believe he needed anyone in charge. That and the fact that Molly, who was only a year older at 19, was a bitch to him every chance she got, made Seth really pissed.

As soon as their parents were gone Molly grinned at Seth and said, "Ok you little shit ass, do every thing I tell you and I won't have to report to our parents about all the bad stuff you did."

"What stuff?" Seth replied, puzzled, "I haven't done anything!"

"Yea, but I have a very fertile imagination and I'm sure I can come up with a list of things that will keep you in hot water with them for a month!" Molly replied with a snicker.

"You're a stone-cold bitch!" Seth yelled at his stepsister.

 

[XerXesXu]

WIP.

‘When I dance naked, the pervert guys lick me with their eyes. I can feel their looks, like little kisses on my skin. It’s so exciting to know I can make them hard. They are happy. Some smile so big and rub their bulge; I like that, I get slippery. I know one will fuck me, but not which one. I’m the lucky girl, but who will be the lucky guy? I choose. The one who asks first, the one who finds me most irresistible, but I tempt him to ask. I will be his dream-girl tonight … but one day … for one pervert … forever. I’m so lucky I found this career.’

Tom enjoyed licking her body, every part, toes, tits, anus; but especially her anus, the locus where, physically, their piquant addictions culminated, hers, to expose for admiration, his, to admire that exposed.

 

[Comshaw]

“Horseshit!” Frank snorted, “Cock’s are made for that purpose! Fingers could never do as good a job, or even come close!”

Colin swallowed the bite he had taken, smiled and replied, “In my experience they can. And I use them on frequent occasions to do just that. Now I grant you the tongue is an even better instrument to use, but fingers can do a wonderful job.”

“Oh for fuck sake! Tongues? Fingers? Really? Nature made a cock to fit in a pussy. It stands to reason that a cock is the best thing to make a woman cum. Besides, any other way isn’t real sex, it’s just a substitute!”

 

[MrPixel]

Another from "Off Campus". Scene is in the car with a new lady driving the protagonist to their dinner date:

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She unbuttons her jacket. No blouse.

"Nice tits. The girls will like those, too. Are we going to make it into the restaurant, or are you going to take me in the car?"

"Tempting. Not many guys get me worked up this quickly."

"Happy to be of service. So... why are we going to dinner?"

"Socially-acceptable foreplay, Steven."

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[Handley_Page]

The reflections of the streetlights flickered in the puddles on the wet, wind-blown pavement at that time of the morning. The last bus had long since departed the square and traffic was getting less. The light beams from the car headlights cast weird shadows in the shop windows as they drove past me.

You could almost hear strains of Earl Hagen amid the desultory sounds of street traffic.

 

[TadOverdon]

Okay, trying to get this novel started. WIP, first draft, all my usual disclaimers and excuses invoked:

At 9:30 on a Tuesday morning in June, Doctor Bethany Gallegos of the University of DeSoto received a call from the school's Office of Sponsored Research, confirming funding approval for her psychology research study. Ten years of an uphill battle for professional recognition in her field had paid off at last.

At 2:45 that afternoon, she waited in Dean Reynolds' outer office. She had a three o'clock appointment to review her proposed methods and protocols. Her work was controversial. "Some members of the Board still have concerns," was all that he'd told her.

At 2:50, she received a text from a student named Gage Matthews. She knew Gage all too well.

At 3:27 Bethany Gallegos was unemployed and facing an uncertain professional future. She struggled to hold it together on the streetcar ride up to the rented Iron Hill townhouse she shared with her twenty-year-old son, David.

When she walked through the front door her day did not improve.

Beth stood in her foyer looking into a carnival mirror. The kind that made you shorter or taller or fatter. Her smiling reflection was ten pounds thinner and wore only a white bandeau swimsuit, high-heeled sandals, and a deep all-over tan.

"Sis!"

"Ronnie." Swell.

Veronica Gallegos' smile faded. "Eight years of missing me sure show on your face."

"Uh, Aunt Veronica, all we've got is Chablis," David called out from the kitchen. He emerged into the foyer clutching a red plastic cup. "Comes in a box."

David looked startled and a touch disappointed to see his mother home unexpectedly early. "I thought you had some big meeting."

"Huge meeting, and a short one," Beth muttered. David's eyes shifted back and forth between the sisters. Beth understood his curiosity. He hadn't seen his mother and aunt together since he was a kid. But she could have done without the way her son's gaze lingered on Ronnie's all-but-nude figure. Damn it, but this family was six kinds of just not right.

"Thank you, darling. That'll do fine." Veronica craned her neck up to give her nephew a peck on the cheek as he handed her the drink. Taking a sip, looked at the cup and wrinkled her nose in distaste. "We're drinking out of pong cups, Beth? Really?"

"I'm not drinking."

"You look like you could use a stiff one."

 

[lovecraft68]

“Let’s put it this way.” Donna leaned over so her face was inches from hers. “If you walk out, I’m going to catch him and have him tell me where his motel is, and when I get off in a couple hours, I am going over there to fuck his brains out.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Hon, my mouth is watering just thinking about having his cock in it. I told you, I’ve gone young a few times and never regretted it. You want to waste that, that’s on you, but if you do, that boy is going to be on me.”

 

[Beta_Krogoth]

I'll drop in the start of the orgy/milking scene in chapter 4 of Sweet Venom, i'm getting it drawn soon too. I've got story stuff I could drop but I really enjoyed how this played out, its a shame these characters won't come together like this for a while again but Diego's still got Seeth and Plasia with him.

Sweet Venom chapter 4 can be found here - https://literotica.com/s/sweet-venom-ch-04
Pre-warning, SV continues alien futa characters, great fun though.

"Do you know what you're strapped to, hero?" Moltezz remained close to his face, staring deep into his eyes. "This is a milking table. You're going to be milked." She sounded half threatening, half enticing. "Everyone in this room is going to do exactly what I say or I will make you suffer. But if you do what I say, when I say it, I promise you-" as she spoke, the room began to warm intensely. "-You will cum harder than you could possibly imagine. You think you know pleasure? You know nothing."

She stood and returned to her alien companions, whispering something to Seeth before grabbing the blue ones leash quite firmly, who looked rather scared but still couldn't stop watching him.

"This is Plasia. She is unstable and difficult to work with, but she's in a submissive composure at the moment. Both you and her are the cattle today, Diego. But you are more important than her, she will serve you for now." She reached down and gently squeezed the girls face, smushing her pretty lips together and making them purse outwards. "Look at these kissable, fuckable lips Diego. Isn't she gorgeous? Plasia is such a softy, I can tell she has a huge crush on you."