The first paragraph

[Cagivagurl]

My gaze could be described as nothing more less than Desire. I looked on enthralled and intensely invested.
The young girl danced sensuously on the footpath, her body swaying seductively. Her hips undulating like rolling waves splashing, lapping upon a golden beach.
The guitar in her hands shone, glistening in the midday sun. She writhed to the sounds of her personal rhythm. her fingers danced, sliding up and down the fret board
Her head back, eyes closed. Her voice echoing like melting caramel on ice cream.
Lost in her song, she drew us into her magical world. My heart beat in time, my foot tapped, and my hips, much like hers, started top sway.

 

[anthrodisiac]

I run a talon through my feathers and nervously pat them down as they anxiously crest. Big date tonight. That hunky utahraptor from the company picnic has been chatting me up for a couple weeks, but I think I've done a good job playing it cool — the blasé archaeopteryx who could stop a charging triceratops at twenty paces with a smouldering grin of the snout. But now that it's almost time, I'm all nervous giggles, hissy awkward squawks, and my damn tail won't stop fidgeting and bumping against every damn thing in the apartment, making me fix the muss and get my plumage under control. Gods, I hope he finds it charming, doesn't realize what a dorky little dino bird I am. Or that he does, and it makes him want to take me in his lanky-ass arms and run his claws through my feathers until I'm a puddle begging him to put a clutch in me. Oh boy, don't bring up laying eggs, don't bring up laying eggs... This can't be Terry all over again.

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From my upcoming tell-all, Diary of a Clutch Slut

 

[Rob_Royale]

Muriel opened her front curtains and looked across the street. She was surprised to still see four cars parked there. The previous day she had watched a forty-ish woman and three men move in there. The men had ranged from twenty-five to forty and based on their varied sizes and skin tones, the odds that they were related was low. She had assumed it was a mature couple and some friends. When the garage door began opening, she paused and watched her new neighbor and the oldest man of the three walk out and kiss affectionately. The woman was still in a nightie and the man was dressed for work. As he walked towards a car, a second man, a tall mixed-race fellow walked out and the scene repeated itself. As the second man walked towards his car, a third, the stocky ginger, dressed in just a pair of boxers, appeared at the door and pushed the button to close the garage door as the older woman walked back toward him. Oh, I'm gonna have to meet these folks, Muriel thought.

Okay, technically this should have been two paragraphs. Sue me.

 

[StillStunned]

It's hard to say for certain, but I'll try. When it started. When it ended. Why. All those moments that meld together over time. Years of memories, some real and some imagined, born from thoughts, hopes, misunderstandings. Happiness and letdowns. A confusion of feelings that make up the rise and fall of a marriage. The one constant in my life that, looking back, shifts like sand under my probing touch.

 

[BladeSeanchai]

I leaned back from my workstation, every vertebra in my back was protesting my movement or lack thereof. My neck was as stiff as high-tension wire. My phone blinked at me: 23:25, way too late to call my massage therapist. Too late for anything but surrender, a bath, a glass of Duckhorn and the need to start over again.

 

[Andreas_Kreuz]

This was the best time of the year, when spring turned on the heat and finally let loose the free spirit of summer. The walk back to the office was like watching a fashion runway.
My eyes were treated to the delectable sight of beautiful women sashaying in their short skirts and what my eyes could never get enough of, gorgeous ladies sauntering in their tight jeans and revealing tops, stretching modesty to tan their skin in the warm sun. Summer girls, I dubbed them in my mind and ogled them unabashedly.

 

[Lifestyle66]

There was a time when I was younger, when jealousy or an egotistical need to prove myself would have driven me to rage if my wife even looked at another man, and she knew it. Any suggestion that she found another man attractive would have me quickly taking her to quench her desire with my own. But with age came the wear and tear on my body which I can no longer ignore. It’s tough to maintain an erection with the interruption of a sudden shooting pain in my knee or lower back. Now wary of those pending mood killers my sexual needs are declining, and I wonder what she’s really thinking or hesitating to say out loud. Are any unspoken desires now a kindness out of love for someone who can’t be repaired?