His breath reeked strongly of alcohol as he kissed her. The kiss was sloppy but uncensored, his disarrayed and muddy emotions creeping over the wall that had been erected after the incident. Even in this haze of intoxication, she felt the closeness that he had been starving her of, and relished in it. Ignoring the miasma of old whiskey and his feverish grabs, she appreciated the scarcity of the moment. He had, no doubt, driven them here, to this alluring California beach, to announce his pending affair. His mind hadn’t always been laced with adulterous intentions and riddled with seemingly superficial temptations, he had been a rather wonderful husband once. But they had been shoved together by their parents when they were just at the end of their naïve teenage years. There had been no amour reciprocated from his side. …show more content…
To everyone, her included, she and Quinn were the ideal couple. He had shown her respect and affection as any man should, and she had fallen in love. As she was meant to. So now, when his supposed caresses turned to aggressive captures with his hands, she didn’t recoil. Not a single feeble sound left her raw lips. They were perfect, and she was going to keep it that way. The smoothness of her skin and delicate feminine curves were only currency. The sun hid behind the horizon, ashamed of the acts happening in its light. When the frost began to dance on the car’s window, she admired her work. Quinn lay snoring softly, spent by the night drunken endeavors. Glancing down at her lover’s head in her lap, she traced her fingers over the angular curves of his jaw, bringing them up his cheek and moving his sweat stained dark bangs out of his closed eyes. He didn’t stir despite the cold in her fingers and ice in her touch. He was as oblivious to his wife’s thoughts as she was to
3.?Against the dark background of the kitchen she stood up tall and angular, one hand drawing a quilted counterpane to her flat breast, while the other held a lamp. The light on a level with her chin, drew out of the darkness her puckered throat and the projecting wrist of the hand that clutched the quilt, and deepened fantastically the hollows and prominences of her high-boned face under its rings of crimping-pins. To Ethan, s...
She could not help but watch; something about him still drew her to him. Christopher Andrews took the woman into his arms, leaned her back so that her head faced toward Allie, and then kissed her long, and hard; however, his eyes were looking into Allie’s as he did. The kiss was so intense that Allie could almost feel his mouth on
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I jumped and looked around for the source of the eery sound. That’s when I saw It. The door. I hadn’t seen It before. The door wasn’t there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle.
We’ve let out more sweat than we ever have before. Off in the distance we see trees, and where there's trees there's water. Every step felt like we lost a part of our body. When we finally make it to the trees we saw three trailers and a small, covered porch. We approach it not knowing what or who could be in there. We find stale oatmeal, cans of beans, beer and jerky so old it's turned white. We may be able to stay alive for two weeks with this. Everything out here is horrible, I don’t know how anything could live like this but it’s not normal, no animal or human being should have to live in this kind of heat.
He grabbed her hair with a deathly grip and pushed her mouth on his hard cock. He pushed her until he felt the back of her throat, he saw the tears form in her eyes as he knew he was hurting her. But, she wanted to be punished. He kept her there for a couple of seconds before removing her head. He looked down and felt and tickle and warmth.
His breath oozed with airy alcohol. Eleven weeks, and she’d been doing well. But birthdays were hard. This kid in front of her wasn’t even old enough to be drinking, but he was doing it. And she thought it was cute, the way he leaned on the support pillar in the musty basement, which made for a nice dance floor.
From Eddie’s restaurant, site of our scandalous PDA, to my friend Jimmy’s camp was eighteen agonizingly long blocks in the sweltering heat. We had finally arrived at our destination, just as Jimmy opened the door to his camp. As we approached the small gray beach house Jimmy had stepped from the enclosed sunporch onto the freshly painted front stoop and tossed me a cold Budweiser, god bless his soul! The red and white beer can which Jimmy extracted from the cooler only moments ago was icily cold and painful to the touch.
As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.
“That’s a pretty hard drink for this early in the day.” And Sarah was left breathless, watching the man as he ordered an almond passion, smiled at her, and sat down, in the corner where she had planned on sitting. A fellow patron touches her shoulder to request that she move from the counter. Sarah cries out in pain and collapses on the floor, spilling the drink upon herself.
It had been twenty days straight…twenty days this cargo ship braced the ocean. We were now near the horn of Africa and we had all been fatigued of the tiresome journey. On day 21 the dark clouds threateningly hovered above our heads. A big storm seemed imminent.
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.