A Framed: A Short Story

Axel waited and waited, to see her again, the one thing that he remembers the most, was her astonishing aquatic eyes that illuminated the whole town. He has seen all the girls in town, some had beautiful long straight hair; others had perfect plumped lips, but none of them compared to the beauty of this

He pressed in, hands gripping his brother's hips tightly as he thrust flush against him. All the way as he came harder than he had in a very long time. Mephisto's eyes closed tightly, groaning lowly, it seemed to last forever and yet, not near long enough. He wondered, mouth twisting into a cruel smirk in sick delight, if he had come enough to pudge his brother's stomach. It was a silly thought, but it certainly felt like enough. Wether or not his stomach had been or not didn't matter though because pulling out slowly and watching his cum spill out was more than enough. And spill it did, Mephisto watching with lustful eyes as it did, creating such a beautiful contrast against the red of his blood and abused skin. As his breathing slowed he lowered his hand, smearing his fingers in the mess before reached forward, fingers now shoving his way into the younger demons mouth, forcing him to taste it, no caring in the slightest if he was so close to passing

Analysis: “his voice about to break, and his shame great: In the proper place—where my beasts are bedded…God help me, I lusted, and there is a promise in such sweat. But it is a whore's vengeance, and you must see it now.” (Miller 110)

The narrator is immediately consumed by his first taste of desire. Its “sweet flesh” leaves “stains upon the tongue and lust for picking” (5,7). The vivid, sexually charged imagery of the first taste illustrates the seductive nature of desire; the narrator is irrevocably tainted by his first sampling of the

This year, until the heartbreak of her betrayal, he had courted her properly, openly, when her status changed and she'd become a lady of standing being the sister of a knight. He took great pleasure in knowing how much it irritated some of the nobles but had greater pleasure in knowing how much it meant to her to finally be able to follow some semblance of custom, to not have to hide away as if ashamed.

Aida moaned out as she began to finish once more, her whole body twitching and writhing against the admittedly talented tongue of the girl below her. It was always somewhat astonishing to her just how easy it was to use her conquered foes. She played them like a fiddle, and Ava was no different. The dumb brunette was, as her phone displayed, just another in a long line girls who had been reduced to unabashed sluts. The whole idea reminded Aida that one picture of her foe’s humiliation was hardly enough to remind her of just how complete the process had been. As she teetered over the edge of her second orgasm she grabbed a fistful of her conquered foe’s hair, pulling her back just enough to encapsulate her mouth as she commanded “Smile!” before snapping a picture and returning Ava to her place. Looking at the photo, she was pleased at how easily Ava had given in, a wide grin on the

Rae came walking out of her bathroom in time to hear someone knocking on her bedroom door. Odd she thought not even Shadow knocked. “Enter.” Rae watched as River entered her room. He bowed his head before speaking. Every time he bowed, it gave Rae tingles though she was not sure why, but she liked

There was a point in time where I had no intention of getting better. My constant visits to the doctor were not that reassuring either. At this point in my life I had stopped caring about anything and everything. Yet there I was the second—maybe third, time that month waiting for the white slip of paper that got me out of classes. My parents sat on either side of me making sure I did not bolt from the room, as they tried explaining to the doctor how much progress they thought I had made. Though none of what they said was true, I still gave them credit for trying. Their lack of knowledge on my mental state was in no way their fault. In fact it was mostly mine, considering that back then they barely saw me during the day, partially

She took her time in the bath, enjoying the relaxation the scent from the bath oil afforded her. She was going to need to be as calm as she could get when she met him tonight. Even though she looked forward to finally meeting him a part of her was a bit scared.

"If Mameo wants to taste the pleasure of my body for freeing me then I will give him all that he could ever ask for with my twins. But do not blame me once I start to feast on such strong lust. You will not be able to stop with just coming a few times. I will need much more then a simple snack." Lilithmon with the hunger of a beast hidden in her eyes got to her knees as she moved closer to his lap. Her hands reaching out as she grabbed her own breast pulling them apart to warp around his cock. It was clear that the more she felt his throbbing cock beating between her breast the more that she wanted him to play with her. Her sweet and loving mounds started to move up and down the side of his cock. Her lips not being empty for long as she put

It was hard to keep a pleasing appearance when she had so little room to work with. Adeline seethed in solitude, skillfully tying the front of a revealing dress as she paced the distance from the bed to dresser. Her neckline plunged into a deep v, forming around the protruding curves of her breasts. At her waist a golden rose pin held together the sashes of her skirt, which she wrapped around herself artfully so that two slits arose, showing a breath of smooth skin. The dress was certainly more disclosing than anything she would have worn at home, and definitely more lavish than anything she could have afforded before her bargain with the demons. She ran her hands down the soft blue fabric, wistful for what she had left

Couldn't resist but share the charms...it brings memories of the xenophobic attacks. I woke up one morning in 2008 with the television and lights on, thinking what's going on I walked to the lounge and found my father and a couple of adeero.

She had fair skin as soft as snow, with long golden hair that curled in wavy patterns down to the small of her back. Her deep ocean blues mirrored the starry night which shown the moon in the sparkle of her eyes.

It was like Hyperion, the sun god, compared to a lecherous satyr. He’d been so loving to his mother that he wouldn’t even allow the gentle breeze of heaven to blow too roughly on her face. He lifted his hands and blocked his ears as though to shut his father’s memory out. She had loved him so much, adored him, as though the more she had of him the more she wanted him. And yet, within a month! He couldn’t bear to think about it. Women were so inconsistent! Only a month, even before the shoes with which she had followed his father’s body were old, all flowing with tears, she, even she… Oh God! Even an animal that doesn’t have reason, would have mourned longer – ..she married his uncle! His father’s brother, but no more like his father than he was like Hercules. Even before the salt of those hypocritical tears had left her swollen eyes, she married. Oh, most wicked speed, to hurry so enthusiastically to incestuous sheets! It couldn’t end happily. But he would just have to break his heart, because he had to hold his tongue.

There was an air of jaded sullenness in them both, and particularly in the girl: yet, struggling through the dissatisfaction of her face, there was a light with nothing to rest upon, a fire with nothing to burn, a starved imagination keeping life in itself somehow, which brightened its expression. Not with the brightness natural to cheerful youth, but with uncertain, eager, doubtful flashes, which had something painful in them, analogous to the changes on a blind dace groping its way. (22)