So, I just wrote this

[ShelbyDawn57]

Threads like this pop up from time to time and run their course. Inspired by a short paragraph I just wrote, I thought I'd start a new one.
Add a line or paragraph you just wrote that you think is particularly evocative of the emotion of the moment. Show us all what you can do.
No back story. No explanation. let whatever you choose to post stand on its own. Here's my humble offering.

“Take me to bed.” Wrapping my other leg around his waist and my arms around his neck, I whimpered, burying my face in his neck, and covering it with delicate kisses. Any part of me that could or would have objected to what was about to happen was so far from my conscious mind, it might as well have been on another planet. Steve was going to fuck me. I was going to suck his cock. It was going to be both glorious and depraved, and I was going to love it, all of it.


Also, if you'd like to comment, feel free... (Like I or anyone else can stop you. )

 

[Yarglenurp]

In the distance, Celia watched the two from the park observation tower. "That bastard!" she screamed. "You asshole, you promised it wasn't going be like this anymore... I moved us into the middle of the fucking woods and you still cheat on me, you fucking bastard!"

The bears below her observation tower did not understand the words, but they understood the rage and kept away.

 

[TheLobster]

The bears below her observation tower did not understand the words, but they understood the rage and kept their distance.

Considering what Celia had just seen, I think she would not only choose the bear(s), she would chase them.

 

[StillStunned]

Sleep had kept its distance. The nights felt as sulky as we were. Morning was just the point where we gave up and went to shower. Tepid water washed away the night’s grime but brought no relief, no new patience for each other, just the knowledge that the day ahead would be worse than the one before.

 

[KeithD]

OK, this is the paragraph I just wrote for "Balancing Act" just before seeing this thread. "Balancing Act," set in Chicago in 1982, is about a late-thirties guy who compartments his life. During the week he is a construction supervisor at the open steel-beam level of the building of the forty-one-story Crain Communications Building. He has to concentrate only on being able to walk the open beams at the skywalker level. On the weekend, he is the master of young men picked up in clubs, with his encounters with them feeding the Friday and Saturday late-night writing of novels, fueled by the sex he's just had. As thinking of his weekend encounters begins to endanger his balance on the beams high in the sky during the week, a third compartment of his life he's been ignoring comes into play.
- - -

So, once Craig decided this could be the guy for the night, he put the seduction in motion. All it took was having a beer sent over to the lad and then to turn, lean his elbows into the bar top, and give the little guy a full, casual frontal for the young man to pull away from the pool table and come to him at the bar. Craig felt it always was the construction worker boots that did it—that, combined with his muscularity and good, rugged facial features. He wore tight, worn jeans topped by a black mesh athletic shirt revealing his tanned muscularity, and scuffed heavy construction worker boots. He knew the overall package was good, but that it would be the perceived suggestiveness and promise of the danger and bit of cruelty signaled by the scuffed boots that put them over the edge. Let them come. The boots were real. He was up to fulfilling the promise.

 

[StillStunned]

In the distance, Celia watched the two from the park observation tower. "That bastard!" she screamed. "You asshole, you promised it wasn't going be like this anymore... I moved us into the middle of the fucking woods and you still cheat on me, you fucking bastard!"

The bears below her observation tower did not understand the words, but they understood the rage and kept away.

I assume that the context would make it clear that the "bastard" isn't one of the bears?

 

[Yarglenurp]

I assume that the context would make it clear that the "bastard" isn't one of the bears?

...

That's the twist. Werebear romance.

 

[StillStunned]

...

That's the twist. Werebear romance.

Adding a new dimension to that "man or bear" discussion from a few weeks ago...

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

Adding a new dimension to that "man or bear" discussion from a few weeks ago...

Man or bear or bare man…

 

[intim8]

Not quite a single paragraph, but still a very short snippet with no context around it.

One stepped forward, almost pushed by a group of the others. Naked, her posture timid but putting on a brave face. She didn't look like a leader, she looked like a test case, a sacrificial lamb.

When I made no move, she looked up at me. "You take," she said, her hands at her sides, one holding the tiny dagger.

I just stared, not sure what she was saying. She looked around at the scattered bodies. "You take," she repeated.

She was accusing me. Yup, I was guilty. Guilty as hell. We'd just killed every man in her tribe. I could plead self defense if we were back home, but here, I was guilty. "I'm sorry," I said.

She looked at me as if I hadn't said a thing. Maybe to her, I hadn't. She raised both hands to her chest and put them under her breasts. She lifted them. "You take."

 

[lovecraft68]

“There’s one more perk to the position that isn’t listed on there.”

“What’s that?”

Keira untied her jacket.

“You see as of now, you’re getting a dream job, and Jason gets to be governor. But what do I get? Where’s my reward for saving his ass, and my revenge for what he did?”

Grayson’s eyes widened as she eased the jacket from her shoulders.

“Tell me something, mister press secretary, what better way to stick it to the man,” She let the coat fall to the floor. “Then sticking it to his wife?”

 

[Cagivagurl]

“Take me to bed.” Wrapping my other leg around his waist and my arms around his neck, I whimpered, burying my face in his neck, and covering it with delicate kisses. Any part of me that could or would have objected to what was about to happen was so far from my conscious mind, it might as well have been on another planet. Steve was going to fuck me. I was going to suck his cock. It was going to be both glorious and depraved, and I was going to love it, all of it.

A moment that would change both our lives forever. No longer best friends, but lovers. I knew it was the same for him, we had both been trying to suppress these emotions. It was useless, now it was finally happening. The feel of his mouth nuzzling my flesh. His strong hands caressing me, holding me tight. He wanted my cock as badly as I wanted his.

 

[VallesMarineris]

Add a line or paragraph you just wrote that you think is particularly evocative of the emotion of the moment.

I just wrote this:

Gracie leaned back in Damian’s— or was it Devon’s?— easy chair and lifted her legs up wide for him to get better access to her pussy. He was pretty good. He licked all over, getting her wet and hot before he dove onto her clit, and now he was doing her button very nicely. She took his head and rubbed him up and down a bit, giving him the idea of what she wanted, and he responded to her input with max output. She wrapped her legs around his head and squeezed in pleasure, oohing and humming. “More,” she ordered between groans. “Don’t stop.”

First paragraph of a story I'm planning for the Mind Control category. Should be an easy guess.

 

[Lifestyle66]

From my latest story:
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Dad sometimes called it a ‘Mexican stand-off,’ when he watched those old western movies. A group of men, all pointing guns at each other, and waiting to see who would shoot first. Or equally matched gunfighters, staring each other down.

The word “Happy” are the guns Dave and I were pointing at each other, and now we wait. Only one of us can remain standing with a “Happy” gun in hand. The other must back down or pull the trigger. And I know it’s coming!

“If you LOVE me,” he began … as he fired that bullet!
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[Thanatos_X13]

I still need to edit this chapter, but from the raw draft, I thought this was pretty good.

He kissed her upper back between her shoulder blades and felt how she quivered. Her legs parted involuntarily, her body opening up to him. It felt so good. The way he teased and caressed her with his coarse hands, his nimble fingertips. His warm, wet lips softly kissing. Touching her so intimately. No one had ever touched her like this before, and she felt like wet clay in his skilled hands.

“Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice coiling around her like wisps of smoke.

“Never,” she breathed.

 

[StillStunned]

From my WIP "Demon Hunters":

“Who lives alone out here?” Nut peered into the darkness. She could make out light inside, from a hearth fire she suspected, but there was no movement.

“Heddi the Witch.” The voice that spoke in her ear wasn’t Master Andren’s.

Nut almost leaped out of her skin. Beside her stood a tall form wrapped in a dark cloak – green, Nut thought, although it was hard to tell in the gloom. The face, however, seemed to draw every sliver of moonlight to it until it almost shone.

Straight white hair was pulled back from a narrow face, made narrower by the long nose. The mouth beneath hinted at a smirk without actually showing one, and the eyes…

The eyes were black and silver like the stream, and they shimmered like it too. Nut stared, entranced. Her mouth tried to form words, but nothing made it past her lips.

Master Andren stepped in to fill the silence. “Heddi.” Nut detected a trace of warmth in his voice, almost the first she’d heard from him. “My apprentice needs a reading.”

The black and silver eyes drifted to his tall form, and Nut sucked air into her lungs. She hadn’t realised she’d been holding her breath.

 

[M_K_Babalon]

I usually do lil nano fiction things on my twitter. This was something that was dancing around my head while standing at the sink and thinking about my sneaky link, in how to do in about 280ish characters. Got a bit more freedom here.

Standing at the sink, he felt something on him, two thumbs down the waist of his shorts.

"You should spread'em."

He glanced at the much shorter guy standing behind him, easing them down, peering over his shoulder. Shorts undone and dropped, a cock slowly growing pressed between the two... them and his cheeks.

"While I'm washing dishes, though," he asked.

"Yeah...?"

He scoffed and pushed his butt out a little, hearing a grunt, the phlem application, a push deep in him. He wasn't packing as much, but it was enough to feel, and it felt good.

 

[Mastered_again]

From mt current WIP:

“How can you trust the answers…make sure they’re factual?”

I swallowed the last bite of my meal, quietly returned the utensils on the plate and finished the remnants of my vodka tonic. Resting my elbows on the table, I interlaced my fingers, steepled above my plate. Slowly leaning forward coaxed my jacket to open further; my blouse stretched against breasts. I perched my chin upon my hands. “Body language.”

 

[NoTalentHack]

From one of my WIPs, Walkthrough:

If she hadn’t slept with her co-worker, I’d have called our divorce settlement a fair one. People slip away from each other sometimes, and time and stress erode marriages as surely as they do bedrock. We had dug the chasm between us together, moment to neglectful moment and drip by scornful drip. Maybe we could have filled it back in, though, if she hadn’t dynamited it over the course of three liaisons with a slick salesman. I didn't know, and I tried to not care; what-might-have-beens no longer held the attraction that they once had.

 

[StillStunned]

I wrote this for a WIP a while back, but I've just recently returned to the story. Nut, apprentice demon hunter, is brought to Heddi the Witch for a "reading".

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Nut gulped the hot liquid down, slurping it so as not to burn her tongue. It slithered down her throat and nestled in her stomach like a fiery snake. She turned to find somewhere to put the empty cup, and realised her head was spinning. “What was in that?”

“Don’t worry,” Heddi told her, taking the cup. Nut didn’t see what she did with it. “It’s part of the reading.”

“The reading.” Nut had wondered what it meant. “You want to see my palm?”

The tall woman smiled and stepped forward. “I want to see everything.” Her hands began to work at the fastenings on Nut’s jerkin. “It’s your body that tells your tale, dear, not your hand.”

 

[Thanatos_X13]

I wrote this for a WIP a while back, but I've just recently returned to the story. Nut, apprentice demon hunter, is brought to Heddi the Witch for a "reading".

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Nut gulped the hot liquid down, slurping it so as not to burn her tongue. It slithered down her throat and nestled in her stomach like a fiery snake. She turned to find somewhere to put the empty cup, and realised her head was spinning. “What was in that?”

“Don’t worry,” Heddi told her, taking the cup. Nut didn’t see what she did with it. “It’s part of the reading.”

“The reading.” Nut had wondered what it meant. “You want to see my palm?”

The tall woman smiled and stepped forward. “I want to see everything.” Her hands began to work at the fastenings on Nut’s jerkin. “It’s your body that tells your tale, dear, not your hand.”

Sounds hot, I'd read that!

 

[StillStunned]

Sounds hot, I'd read that!

Thanks! To make it even hotter, Nut is a redhead.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

From a WIP I’ve been tinkering with for years, because I have no idea how to end it:

I can smell her on him—the musky aroma of Sarah’s cunt.

As I told her, I don’t eat pussy, and normally the idea of doing it with another woman doesn’t do anything for me, but smelling her cunt on his cock right now is so sexy.

Gingerly, I take him into my mouth. Now I can taste her. This is what Sarah’s pussy tastes like. It’s like I’m sucking Ravi’s cock and eating her out at the same time.