After being stifled, controlled, and dominated all my life at home and in school, I was attracted to the opposite. Though Walt was still my boyfriend through the mail, we had been separated for over four years. He kept in touch with letters when I moved to Florida, but we slowly drifted away from our plans to marry some day. A year later, Walt wrote and said he had finished college, was out of the service, had bought an MGB GT convertible, and planned to drive to Florida to pick me up to get married. He expected me to go back to California with him to start our new life together. He said he was offered a great job with big pay because of his college credentials so he was prepared to offer me a good life with a $700-$900 paycheck. It …show more content…
Slow dancing naked with my young, firm body pressed firmly against his hairy chest and groin was inexplicable in the state I was in. He held me tightly in his arms and kissed me better than anyone had ever kissed me before... passionately, tenderly, yet with a sweet tasting, deep tongue probing, which gave me a sexual high I had never experienced before. His kisses were delicious and he was by far the best kisser I had ever experienced. Captivated into a complete state of euphoria, Wil threw me down on his king size bed that evening next to Jim, who was already fucking the entertainer's wife and mounted me with the confidence and dominance of an equestrian trainer mounting his prize mare for a horse show. I memorized every detail while it was happening and wanted to remember the experience for the rest of my life. Wil's athletic torso pounded me long and hard for a ride that seemed like an eternity, yet lasted too briefly, but forever it will be embedded in my mind's memory vault. A trip like that is something you can't …show more content…
One night I was invited to go with Dannie, an acquaintance, to a university campus dormitory in Miami to meet a friend, not knowing she was going there to buy some drugs. As I waited in my car, I became freaked out watching college students hanging over the railings outside of their dorm rooms, swaying back and forth to music by Led Zeppelin and the Doors which was bellowing in unison while they were tripping on psychedelic drugs. After ten minutes of observing this daunting movie set, Dannie returned to the car and asked me to go trip out with her! I said no way, and fled off the campus, leaving Dannie behind to find a ride home when she was finished tripping. I was driving my father's company car, so I had to get the hell out of there and get
I remember it was Freshman year [in high school] and all the upper class lacrosse girls told us to meet at one of the girl’s houses because we were going to go to a party. We met up there, and got into three different cars and started driving. The van I was in had 6 other girls in it and I was pretty good friends with the senior driving it so it didn’t take long for the senior to tell us that we weren’t really going to a party – and that we were going to go visit an abandoned insane asylum. I had never heard of Glenn Dale Hospital and the entire trip, we were told of how many unexplainable deaths used to occur at the hospital and how if you go there today, you can still hear the screams of the patients throughout the halls. I don’t remember what road we ended up on, but next thing I knew – it was all of us freshman walking through a long field seeing a large building in front of us. The closer we got… the slower we walked. We started talking about everything we had heard in the trip up. One girl mentioned that there are still bodies and papers left in the hospital and that the place was abandoned after the workers refused to keep working there after so many inexplicable deaths. Another mentioned that there are always cops patrolling the place and you can get arrested for trespassing. Ironically, as soon as the girl finished talking about the cop, we heard a loud voice from the other side of the building.
that he got my mom pregnant and I was on the way. He couldn’t get a job after he
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every moment afterwards left you wanting more. When I wasn’t with him, my mind traveled to him. The thought of being surprised that his feelings were mutual had always stuck out. All of his charisma, and quirkiness piled together to make him. Being himself,
I got up out of my uncomfortable makeshift bed that I made from some sheets that were in my cell. I went over to the other side of the cell where there was metal bars. The person who brought me in this god forsaken place put me through those bars to get me in here. It was a tight squeeze and I hated it. The person walked by my cell looked at me deeply and said “I'll call you Lizzy”.
The dizzying laser lights flashed in synchronicity with the pulsating bass of the music that bounced off the psychedelic warehouse walls. As my boyfriend and I mentally attempted to organize the chaos surrounding us, we pushed our way through the crowd of spasmodic lunatics who contorted their bodies in time with the music and lights. We located a couch in a room covered with cartoonesque, hyper-graphic graffiti. An androgynous man sat himself at my feet and began massaging my thighs, while a girl with her eyes rolled back into her head demanded that my boyfriend give her a massage. Just then the deejay laid his head in my lap, told me he was in love with me, and placed a bitter pill on my tongue. This certainly was the most bizarre method of earning three graduate credit hours I could imagine.
The car stalled, snapping me forwards, but I barely noticed it through the raging torrent of emotions and memories coursing through me. The lake. Her face. The taste of her lips. The feel of the grass against my back.
I reach the Edmont Hotel and I take the elevator up to my room and an elevator operator named Maurice offers to send a prostitute up to my room for $5. I was feeling really depressed and lonesome and not to mention really flustered, so I accepted the offer. It was only $5 after all. He kept calling me chief and all, it was kind
Of course things weren’t as bad for me as it was for Michael because I wasn’t having marriage problems or health issues. But I understand what it is like to be left with nothing when you had it all. Simply just going on my own with no job I then started to focus on my school and I got a phone call from a women ( who has gotten my contact form someone I know) asking if I was interested in a
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
My tie flew in the morning wind. The only thing that I hoped was that I would not be late to work, I had been warned a couple of times about me being late. Luckily the bus too was late as usual. As I was boarding the bus I looked up for a vacant seat. What I saw then was quite unbelievable.
Amy’s excitement and anxiety about kissing ignited a rush of memories. How I used to romanticize about first kissing someone! I thought that I would be in a long flowing gown, and the handsome young man would bring me flowers, and ask to court me. Our kiss would be done on the porch, under an encouraging moon and a harmony of stars. Or maybe I would be in a MacDonalds, and the most good-looking guy I’d ever seen would come to my table, buy me a hot fudge sundae, and he give me a kiss when he walked me to my car.
Burrrrrr! It was a shivery October night. My friend and I were all ready for the performance that we have been practicing on for about two weeks now. The performance was on the trampoline for Halloween. As we were practicing we were like should we really do this. October 31st was the day of Halloween. Me and Nessa, my friend was gonna be babies for Halloween. As we were jumping on her trampoline, we heard sounds not just any sounds it was creepy laughs from something, and boom! We fell on the trampoline. We look around to see who was there. We turn our heads and see… Keep reading to find out.
We finish what we start. This was the motto that kept me going during the strenuous training period for a marathon. But prior to that, I must confess, I wasn’t an athlete. I was never interested in playing sports, except for recreational badminton. During gym class, I would walk three quarters of the time when it time for the dreaded mile run. I preferred staying indoors and sitting on the couch and watch movies. The first time I had heard about a marathon training program, called Dreamfar, in my school, I thought to myself, what kind of crazy person would want to run a marathon? Never did I realize, eight months later, I would be that crazy person.
As an adolescent, my single mother decided to marry a drug addict. The attention was not on me but on him to feed his addiction. Soon enough, we did not have money to pay the electric or the water bill. My mother had to cash in the savings bonds my grandmother would send me every Christmas to make ends meet. The bonds did not last and we were forced to live in the dark and without water. I was forced to get ready for school in the dark. I remember vividly having to wash my hair in the sink with a gallon of water. I remember having to bathe myself in a rag when not months before, I had a hot shower every night. This was my first encounter with poverty and I thought I would never leave.
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.