Frank handed his credit card to the concession lady, who handed the bucket of popcorn to me. I ate as Frank grabbed the soda we had bought. We made our way to the theatre and found our seats as the trailers began. It has been over two years since Frank and I had met, but he still drove me crazy. I loved him, not like he thought. No, I was in love with him. At first, I brushed it off as nothing, then as just a little crush, but now it was getting hard to ignore. I spend literally every moment with Frank, and it absolutely kills me, knowing he doesn't feel the same. "Gee? Ya there?" Frank asked, waving his hand in front of my face. "Sorry, just... lost in thought." He raised his eyebrows at me, and it looked like he was going to say something …show more content…
We both shoved our faces with popcorn. I reached my hand into the popcorn and lightly gasped when it touched Frank’s. Frank looked over at me and smirked. I blushed and shyly moved my hand back. Frank rolled his eyes at me while I sat there dying from embarrassment. We went back to watching the movie, and after a few minutes, Frank offered me popcorn again. I grabbed more, and before I knew it, it happened again. I gasped, and Frank slowly threaded his tattooed fingers in with mine. My whole face turned a hideous shade of crimson as he squeezed my hand …show more content…
I pulled him out of the cinema, and into the bathroom. I pushed him into the stall, shutting and locking the door. I pushed him against the wall and reconnected our lips, pinning his arms above his head and deepening the kiss. I flicked my tongue against his bottom lip, and he allowed me to slip it into his mouth. He moaned lightly, and I broke the kiss. He tried to reconnect our lips, but before he could, I slipped my hand under his shirt and pulled it up over his head. I licked my lips and ran my hands down his chest. He moaned slightly louder and then unbuttoned my shirt. I slammed my lips back against his, as Frank jumped up and wrapped his legs around my waist. We ran our hands down each other's torsos and erupted in a chorus of moans. I reached my hand down and started lightly rubbing Frank's bulge through his tight skinny jeans. I didn't notice how loud we were being until I saw a pair of high-heels and two pairs of black boots appear under the door of the locked stall door, followed by a loud knock. "Excuse me, sirs, we're going to have to ask you to leave." the female voice said. "If you refuse, I have security here who will escort you
jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He
Because of some of the circumstances that make me who I am, it is hard to say I have any one definitive home. Instead, I have had two true homes, ever since I was a young child. What makes this even more of a conundrum is that my homes have always had little in common, even though they are only a few hundred miles apart. Between the big city of Houston, Texas, and the small town of Burns Flat, Oklahoma, I have grown up in two very different towns that relate to one another only in the sense that they have both raised me.
at him faintly, I couldn't believe he made it. He asked me if as I
He picked up on my bluff and cackled “Your shirt, dude” then ended this off with a shake of his head and a chuckle to signify that I was not the most intelligent and he was basically a much superior human being. At least that’s how I perceived it.
“I had to shut the door to the back passage, they’ve taken over the back part,”
Today is the day that I am fortunate to be sisters with Chloe, who is marrying my first love, Daniel Hills. That is just what I have been telling myself, to be completely honest with you. This will be the most painful day I have ever been alive—besides the day Daniel broke my heart. About six months ago, Chloe offered me to be her maid of honor. As I'm regretting now, I said yes. Daniel was my first everything. I swore up and down to myself he was the one. During high school we had a serious, committed relationship always talking about growing old together, producing beautiful kids, and living together forever. But four years later, here he is promising those exact things to my sister.
There was a magnetic pull between us, only the attraction swallowed me. I became uncharacteristically needy, and it pushed him away.
I sensed Hank’s and Jen’s eyes on me. For a moment I felt ashamed, but Jason simply flung me around. His fingers went in deeper. He pushed me forward so that my body pressed against the wooden foot of the bunk bed. Without warning and with just the softest of grunts, Jason parted my legs and plunged his massive cock inside my folds.
He just stood there kissing me so passionately through the entire song. I could feel his love for me pouring out of him. It was in every kiss he gave me. He made me lose control when he kissed me like this. I was hanging by a thread. When the song ended; he released me. I stood there breathless. I wanted to rip his clothes of off him and take him down on the floor right then and there. I knew he knew that he could do that to me, move me to that place and that he did it on purpose. I held myself and turned away from
I’ve been sitting in that position for the last hour but it’s only felt like 5 minutes. He hold my hand so tight that it warmed my sweating palm and sent the heat back into my body like a water flow. I stared into the blur behind him trying not to look at his perfectly shaped face. With no glasses and and tired eyes, his sparkling smile was the only image
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.
There's No Place Like Home- Personal Narrative. Other than the sweltering heat of the summer in Oklahoma City, the only dilemma is tornadoes. I grew up in the middle of this “tornado alley” and eventually developed a sixth sense for detecting tornadic activity. Even in the 1980’s, tornadoes were known for their violent crime wave, vandalizing neighborhoods and kidnapping children and adults.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.