Alrighty everyone, we've got a new Kuroshitsuji thread and a new Harry Potter thread. Which means they might need a little bit of help getting the ball rolling.
And because I know first hand just how hard it is to get that one perfect pr0ny sentence, I've come bearing inspiration. Behold; 7 lovely 1sentencepr0ny quotes from a number of different published authors that I enjoy & some that I've passed by. I hope you like them?
"As if kneeling in prayer, Belimai bowed down and took Harper into the soft heat of his mouth." -- Wicked gentlemen by Ginn Hale
"Harder and harder I grew, and bucked and pumped beneath his head and shoulders as he lay on my backside, as he held tight to the organ, and then into his slippery fingers I gave forth in violent unsurpassed spasms a great gush." -- The Vampire Armand by Anne Rice
"Holding her hands above her head on the snow, he tore her open like her dress, in three ramming thrusts." White as snow by Tanith Lee
"Daily their minds are terrified and enlightened by the continuous performances of apocalyptic dirges for fornicating siblings and only the executioner himself, because there is nobody to cut off his head, dare, in the immutable privacy of his leathern hood, upon his blood-bespattered block make love to his beautiful daughter." -- The executioner's beautiful daughter by Angela Carter
"His face, my breasts, our lips and skin grating together - all the bleeding, all the noise, all the decorations, all the esoteric and aesthetic niceties of seduction became inconsequential when we were making love." -- A by Alice Joanou
"Oh yes, I'm no saint, I fuck other women, but I detest myself as I always feel compelled to evoke images of you when I am with these others, to help me stay hard inside them, to furnish me with the rage to plough my furrow of infamy inside their bodies." --The K.C. Suite by Maxim Jakubowski
"As the car leaves the road, leaping and bounding with naive zest, they'll pull each other closer and hold on, seeing the lovely sky in each other's eyes, tasting the sage and salty sand on each other's skin, hearing the surge of velocity in the other's shouted or breathless laughter, feeling the tug of joy in their guts, in their vigorous appetites." -- Between signs by Cris Mazza
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