Roxanne Appleby
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Have you ever written a passage that just makes your heart sing? One that makes you think, "This is too good for porn."
Please share!
This could also be from a sex scene (they have those in non-porn also, I've noticed).
My favorite of my own is usually the most recent, which right now is this from my upcoming lesbian incest "epic," and is not really such a big deal but will serve to get the ball rolling:
Joyce poured a glass of wine for each of the others, and then lifted her own in a silent toast. She looked Susan right in the eyes as she did so, and held the gaze until the young woman lifted her own glass.
Then, Joyce dipped her head for just an instant, and her eyes. She raised both again quickly, and returned that steady gaze to Susan, while inclining her glass just a millimeter in the other's direction. The gesture was an acknowledgment of all that Susan had done for her, a "thank you," and a "salute" of respect all wrapped in one. It was heartbreaking in its eloquence.
Susan felt a tear well in her eye, and tilted her own glass in acceptance.
They all sipped the refreshing beverage. Kara sensed that some important communication had passed between her mother and her lover. She did not quite understand its content, but knew it was good. The three women stood in companionable silence for a time, sipping the excellent wine.
Please share!
This could also be from a sex scene (they have those in non-porn also, I've noticed).
My favorite of my own is usually the most recent, which right now is this from my upcoming lesbian incest "epic," and is not really such a big deal but will serve to get the ball rolling:
Joyce poured a glass of wine for each of the others, and then lifted her own in a silent toast. She looked Susan right in the eyes as she did so, and held the gaze until the young woman lifted her own glass.
Then, Joyce dipped her head for just an instant, and her eyes. She raised both again quickly, and returned that steady gaze to Susan, while inclining her glass just a millimeter in the other's direction. The gesture was an acknowledgment of all that Susan had done for her, a "thank you," and a "salute" of respect all wrapped in one. It was heartbreaking in its eloquence.
Susan felt a tear well in her eye, and tilted her own glass in acceptance.
They all sipped the refreshing beverage. Kara sensed that some important communication had passed between her mother and her lover. She did not quite understand its content, but knew it was good. The three women stood in companionable silence for a time, sipping the excellent wine.