Emily noted this featherlight touches Dr. McHugh was giving her. Beyond comfort, she knew. Barely restraining himself. The touches went on and on, fingertip and nails tracing along the surface of her skin. “You’re really telling me to give in to these urges, doctor?” the last word was a breathy sigh, letting him imagine how her voice might sound if she called out his name in a moment of passion. “Guess I am just surprised to hear you say you think I should be intimate with someone. Let another man inside…my heart.” The pause was intentional, inviting him to fill in his own ideas, his own desires, his own cock in his fantasies of her.
“I suppose there is merit to the idea,” she considered, looking down at her nails. Was this really the adive he gave all sexual assault victims, or just the ones he wanted to bang? “I just wonder. How will I find someone who will be tender and patient with me? Who isn’t going to judge me for my past, who isn’t going to pity me for what I went through? I mean, everyone at school knows. Besides, the boys I go to school with…I’d just be another conquest to them.”
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Her fingers, ghosting over his knuckles “If I did open myself to someone, again…it’d have to be someone I could trust. Someone I knew had my best interest at heart. Who cared about me, and my recovery.” Finally, she met his eyes, still biting her lip. She was so close now, she could practically taste his breath on her mouth. “But I will think about this, doctor. And I’ll try not to do anything too stupid in the
It has been too long since I last wrote to you, so I thought I would inform you on momentous events that happened in my life in the last little while. The previous time I heard from you was when Gabriel turned three. I can’t believe he is about to become a teenager now. My goodness, time flies by so fast. I was so ecstatic when I saw your prior letter arrive in my mail.
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
thoughts delving into our minds to make us reflect upon feelings or experiences that we neglect in life when awake. Connie often flirts with her feelings about sexual encounters. In fact, Larry Rubin believes that “Connie’s intense desire for a sexual experience runs head long into her innate fear of having such an experience” (58). Connie’s tendency to eventually dismiss these fears forces the reader to make the connection between her experience wit...
But in the reality of the book, this manipulation makes the patients feel down. The only upside of this manipulation is that it keeps them in line. It keeps them in line because this does not help any of the patients progress and it stops them from thinking like any normal person does. This is her method for mistreating and emasculating them. By doing this, she has full control over their manhood.
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
The patient was more beautiful than she realized. If only she could see it for herself. The color from her dainty face had drained to a sickened green tint and her eyes widened in fear. The walls of the clinic exam room were ordained in calming colors, but offered the young woman no comfort. She continued to blink rapidly as if she would awaken from the nightmare; her long eyelashes could not fan the health worker’s words away. She thought it was harmless, just a night of fun. It made her feel valuable and attractive. Yet being desired now left her alone, crumpling to the floor screaming between sobs and desperately reaching to the empty air around her. She couldn’t grasp any security. Not only did that harmless night of fun result in her becoming
As the time passed, it was clear to both of them that their relationship will not turn into a sexual one, but into something much more profound. He did not want it to be compromised by carnality. The urgent appetite they felt for each other could not be satisfied by mere adhesion to lust. They had to deal with their souls, hearts and minds, as well as their bodies.
Of the 58,148 killed in Vietnam, sixty-one percent were under the age of 21. Mark Wright had just turned 20 the day he was killed. A land mine turned his beautiful face into a mess of brain matter and skull fragments and his once strong body into nothing but indiscernible pieces. I watched him die the first week we got to Vietnam. He was my best friend. We grew up together, went to school together, we went to war together, and we almost died together. Religion and superstition weren't really my thing until I was drafted. I found God in those short days before I left. Day in and day out I prayed. I prayed for me, I prayed for Mark, I prayed for anything to stop that God forsaken war before I had any participation in it. My research hadn’t
As Macduff trod fourth mournfully from Cawdor Castle, he looked to the sky. The vast clouds and darkening horizon only added to the bereft mood living both in and out of castle walls. Their King was gone; his callous murders, killed in Macbeth’s rage. Suddenly, Macduff did not know which was stronger, his sense of loss, or the distinct sense that something unusual was brewing. No sooner had the thought slipped into his mind, than he noticed a peculiar vitality building in the air around him. Drawn north, he felt virility pouring into his bones the closer he came to the darkest point in the growing storm clouds. Entranced, he did not stop until he came at last to gate, leading into a park not far outside the confines of the tavern. About to
A soft darkened sky draped across a blossoming landscape riddled with life that were homes to more than one.
...ove) " My echoing song; thenworms shall try that long perserved virginity/ And your qaint honer turned to dust/And into ashes all my lust". He is talking about rough sex. He wants to be involved with her physically instead of love which is lust thus stated in the last qoute.. Finally we come to the concluding point where feminists would call this guy a creep. Pleasure is the speaker's main concern. The body is definitely the speaker focus. He makes references to parts of her body. He talks about her eyes, her forehead, her breasts, the rest and every part.
The reader can almost visualize the deep love the narrator bestows upon his mistress through the inten...
It was a warm midsummer's day in a small village just outside of Wales. The village was quaint with not even a hundred people. Like any small village everyone knew everyone and things never changed. Everything remained the same from the crops grown to the people who lived there, except for one man. His name was Nathaniel Daly.
“Your daughter will be just fine,” Dr. Monroe smiled, his eyes averting back and forth between Garrett and me.