A Short Writing : Creative Writing

"A dollhouse," Leo recited, after a winding autumn breeze. Her voice was flat and quiet, still trapped in the memory. "I loved it very much." Like usual, Benson pressed her for details, but the woman was as deep in her memories as she was willing to go. Any further was dangerous. In fact, apparently, this far was dangerous, and she wasn't even ankle deep.

“He pushed her hair back from her face that was warm and steaming. Her lips were as red and moist as pomegranate seed. Her white neck and a glimpse of her full, firm bosom disturbed him powerfully. As she glanced up at him the fear in her liquid blue eyes had given place to a drowsy gleam that unconsciously betrayed a sensuous desire. He looked down into her eyes and there was nothing for him to do but to gather her lips in a kiss.

With the hand that wasn't cuffed to his, Bailey slipped it between her legs touching herself. She felt how wet she was, how turned on he had made her. Getting her fingers damp she moved them back to his lips and slipped them into his mouth. In that moment she was trying something new, something she'd never done before. All her life Bailey had always been insecure about her body, she had always hidden her body from the world. That was until she had met Calahan, he knew just how to get her to come over of her shell, how to make her feel alive. Calahan had made her see that there wasn't anything to be afraid of, her body was a wonderland, but in her mind it was his. "I want you, too." She spoke as she moved her fingers from his mouth and kissed him one last time harder than

He nodded and kissed her forehead leaving her to smile and walk away towards her third period class, she didn't mind glances, if any, directed to her, Chris had been mature throughout the whole time and it showed his true intentions. Although Annabelle wanted to say those three little words back to him she couldn't, something was holding her back, maybe it was because she was too worried about what the future held and being committed could ruin possible opportunities, but she knew why, she knew because of what, meaning who; Olen. Her

-- The sound of the alarm clock going off rang through her ears as she opened her eyes. Slapping the little box off the edge of the table she groaned as her body ached from the night before. And of course the 5 hours she spent inside the gym training with the man that she had spent the night in bed with. Moving with slowness she heard the knock on the adjoining room that had once been hers. Hearing Jack move across the room as he got ready for the meeting she sat up slipping back into her clothes. Grabbing the pillow she'd brought with her, her eyes met Henry's as Jack opened the door. "ETA 5 minutes. Derek's on his way up. Switch now." Henry spoke as Calyx moved back him and into her room. Throwing her clothing around the room she stripped out of her clothes once more. Climbing into the shower she washed herself clean trying to get Jack's smell off her. Finishing just as that familiar knock came at the door she sighed. Wrapping a towel around her body, she walked out of the bathroom and opened her door. "Morning, daddy." Calyx spoke as she headed back into her room and started to pick up her clothes. Heading back into the bathroom she changed into the pant suit and braided her hair in a side braid. Coming out she took a deep breath while a smile formed on her

“I think you’re about to tell me.” She whispered. And he did. It all happened so quickly. The sound of his zipper as he pulled it down, the teasing and taunting behind his words which made her ache even more for him, Harper started to actually believe he would leave her up there all night long and make her writhe without anything. Simply be left to feel and want so badly that she’d go insane alone from the lack of his touch or the presence of his cock inside of her.

She drew a long breath and exhaled slowly, her narrow shoulders shuddering with a mixture of exhilaration and abject dread. To Garman’s great relief, she said nothing more, but simply leaned back into him, pressing her body into his own. He could feel her heart palpitating, a relentless staccato throb against his chest.

"Lucille" he whispered, the name slipping effortlessly from his lips as he kissed her again. He was off centre now, his lips finding the soft corner of her mouth. He closed his eyes as he did, not from shame but from pure longing. The exquisite ecstasy of the moment, so long denied, washed over him. He breathed her in,

“You’re sure working late?” She spoke her voice heavy with something, lust, desire, whatever it was it heated her words causing them to come out low and husky, but laced within those words was another emotion, one that flashed in her eyes, angry fear. She was angry at herself for not turning away, but she was also fearful for what he might do to her. What disgusted her more was the knowledge that she would probably like

Ethan's hand on her arm was at once a shackle and an anchor. His touch forced her to be aware of the energy she had gathered, her skin burning as she was forced to dump most of it or risk it trying to equalize between them. It also brought her a stillness, a barrier against the flood of fear that threatened to drag her down. She wanted to lean on him, to let his strength hold her up. But, she couldn't. Elisa's bright green eye's jumped from Ethan's grey to the unsettlingly similar gaze of his aunt.

Rose looked down at Mandy who lay, arms and feet spread apart and held by black cuffs and restrains, on the bed. Mandy looked up at her, naked and expectant. Her platinum blonde hair was down now and spread on the bed above her head. Rose liked how she looked, restrained and free at the same time. She wanted to savor this sight, simple and delicious.

Jessica's wrists were bound tightly and lashed to the corners of the four-poster bed, her ankles were similarly tied. She was naked apart from her stockings. A feeling of fear and excitement washed over her, she was helpless, powerless to stop him from doing anything he liked to he soft white flesh. She could feel her skin tingling and her heart rate increase as he stood over her, checking her binds. She could see the bulge in his shorts and could make out the outline of his thick manhood. She longed to taste it, to feel it deep inside her. These thoughts made her slightly breathless and she could feel her crotch getting warmer and wetter by the minute. Steven was standing over her, looking at her, taking in every curve of her sexy body, drinking her in with his eyes. He wanted her, wanted her badly, she could tell. His hands reached out and

Leaning forward, Thomas kissed her cheek. “Now, if you two gentlemen will excuse us, my wife and I have some catching up to do.” Putting his hand on her back, Thomas nudged her forward. Allie never looked back as she and Thomas walked out onto a veranda that faced the ocean; a warm breeze greeted them. When they stopped near the railing, Thomas once again took her in his arms and kissed her; Allie thought for sure she was going to swoon, although she never had before; his lips seemed to suck every ounce of energy from her legs; they were weak and trembling.

Next was all the formal questions about what did what or where this or that was. These were just another formality that seemed quite obvious. Who drove a car around for a year, and didn’t learn at least some of the important buttons, and knobs? Surely you had to use your wipers, signals, heating, and lights every now, and then. You must of, right? Well, I’d guess that someone forgot something important one year, and that single outlier changed the whole system. So now, everyone has to know what every single button does, where it is, and God forbid, if you don’t find it within two seconds, then you're most definitely an incompetent driver. Almost needless to say, Jason didn’t follow in the outlier’s footsteps, and he aced the questionnaire.

I slowly moved my hand toward the handle of the door. As my fingers got closer to it, a subtle perfume filled up the air. It was a sort of redolent glandular scent, a perfume that takes many years, in contact with the very nature of a woman’s body, to transform itself, from just an artificial fragrance, into the powerful and heady essence that touches the soul, and wakes up desires.