“Clang! Clang!” protested the knights’ swords, as they were each stopped by the metal wall of the other.
She tucked her bra-length hair away from her eyes.
John craved Stella’s lips like an infant rhesus monkey craved cloth mother.
My man has a voice like a lion eating dark chocolate.
The sun set over the southern Italian hillside like a meatball rolling off a plate of spaghetti.
She was fair and young, like a ball of fresh mozzarella cheese.
I awoke to find sunlight shining through my bedroom window, like it was the middle of the night and thousands of flashlights were outside my window.
Maria’s love pricked me, like an EpiPen pricking an enchanting diabetic woman.
I slapped open the door with the haste of a black mamba.
McGreer smirked at his stunned opponent on the floor. His hands that would be for helping are for hurting now.
Warren softly wept over the tender brests that contained the now unbeating heart of his wife.
Thog stretched luxuriously, the morning light brushing hungrily over her luscious prehistoric breasts.
“Yum, oof, argh!” My friend was having sex, as I could tell from the noises.
Jennie’s heart was pounding, her hymen trembling, and Mike was shy to infiltrate both.
I tried to fix the you-shaped lacuna in my heart with a cadre of vacuous women and vacuous pussy.
When he first saw her, blood rushed into his head, and not only his head, but also his pants, and then there was this wonderful explosion, not of blood, but of the juice of life.
As I walked briskly into the crowded and steamy room, I could feel the vagina inside my head dripping in anxiety.
Madilyn Jenson’s blood type was O-positive (the tastiest for vampires), but to the dismay of Jake and his vampire friends, she guarded it like a prized possession.
Richard was haunted by the ghosts of his past, and unlike Slimer or Vigo the Carpathian, these were not so easily busted.
Though his half-ape, half-android DNA made him immune to dying and poison, there was one thing Number 2229 wasn’t immune to—fire.
“KRAKOW!” went the bolt of lightning as it struck my 3 bedroom 2.5 bathroom house, burning it down.
“Dammit! The perp’s getting away!” shouted Officer O’Malley as he revved his 2015 Ford Transit Connect Wagon LWB XL into gear.
Little Jessica pondered how to seat her ten playmates around the table, but none of the 181,440 arrangements (ignoring rotations and reflections) seemed quite right.
Try as he might’ve to resist (Nxg7+), Birgitte castled and captured (Kd8 Qf6+! Rde1!! Nxa2+ Qc1) her way to checkmate John’s king; but not his heart.
The human body is over 95% water, and so too is the human family.
The little mermaid went on land to kiss a prince, but everyone was wearing masks, because (and she didn’t know this) it was COVID times, and so her fantasy quest begins.
Though his science lab had vanquished many a bacterium, Doctor Edgar knew not a vaccine for the heart of woman.
In an already trying year, we were forced to take our work home—even the murderers.
“I guess it’s just Bell Biv now,” murmured Special Agent Lance Bass, squatting over the lifeless DeVoe.
Hope Wolfwood… If women were men, she was Superman.
Shawn Hardwick stood anxiously in his room, disassembling and reassembling his gun like he learned how to in Seal Team Six training.
Jennifer gawked in awe. Every last one of the three men was more handsome than the last.
The farmer sprayed his crops with neonicotinoid pesticides as he filled his lungs with the paleonicotinoid nicotine.
The children flowed through the class door as my mind registered them—brown, black, brown and golden haired Luci.
The moon shone her pock-marked visage earthwards, casting her imperfect luminescence on the frolicking youth below.
A father washes the dishes. His hands tighten with the tightness of someone who had lost grip of something precious years ago, maybe his wife.
“The time is nigh!” The words zoomed from synapse to synapse as Seth clutched the baton from his teammate, determination oozing from his sweat glands.
Kendra knew in her heart that her struggles were first-world problems, but she tackled them with third-world tenacity.
I used to be a detective, with my hat and my desk, until the war.
Priscilla, the greatest friend of my heart… has stabbed me in it.
The surface of ale in your mug reflected stars through the windows of the dark tavern.
I’m a Joe Blow who works in a mine or a coal plant or, fucking, you know, a coal energy plant or a metal factory, you know, a metal refinery or a metal shop, and I’m sort of interested in text adventures.
When he parked at the casino a half hour later, Jimmy had no idea that he was being watched and filmed by a shadowy man with a heart as empty as a cave.
Craig vaguely stared at his ceiling while wave after wave of Post-Traumatic Stress washed over him. This is what mental illness feels like, he mused.
In this Los Angeles neighborhood, police helicopters are common, but traditional bank loans are not.
She was living in Kyoto, studying indigenous Japanese religion. She was supposed to be working on a scholarly book about her research, but started writing intensely erotic Batman fan fiction instead.
The boy swallowed milk and kisses.
The shaft of the penis is familiar to many.
Forty may be the new thirty, but try telling that to your ovaries.
Any time you’re going through a door, you don’t know what’s on the other side.