Absentia Monologue

Often I am mistakenly perceived as perfect by my classmates because of my accomplishments of being a multi-sport Varsity Captain and All City scholar athlete holding a 4.5 GPA. However, I’ve never discussed how imperfect my life actually is. To this day, I’ve kept the secret of the true extent of my childhood poverty from everyone, including my closest friends. Growing up, I’ve lived in a one bedroom apartment with five other people, slept on chairs until I reached the age of five, and only had two-pairs of shoes. One for play, and the other for church, both replaced only until the holes were large enough to the point that my shoes were falling apart. I dislike speaking about the effects poverty had on my life as I fear people treating me

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.

I Stood there at the door not sure if I should come in or to turn and walk

I loved Louis and craved his touch… wished he would hurry home, but in the same thought desired Boudreaux… I wanted to be with him; my body burned with desire for his touch. I stood quickly and told Angelique that I must leave; I needed to rest before the Feast of Ghouls that was to take place in the Place d' Armes later that night.

The soft moans from your mouth could no longer be contained as Jimin’s hands continued to rub at the nub in your pants. His mouth lingered on your neck, taking small bites in all the places he knew would turn you on more. He loved hearing your voice as it turned from soft and whispery to loud and raspy and, if he could, he would change it everyday.

They were still chatting about the Baroness and Laveau but seemed much more amiable. I watched Myles and the Baroness while listening to their cheerful banter. They were talking about something that happened when they were in their early twenties as if it was years past when actually it was only four or five years past. When I heard Louis say, ‘Mona Lisa’s Pleasure Palace’, my ears perked up again; I had to know more about this, “Pleasure Palace” they were speaking of; both were surprised when I asked about it. First, Boudreaux gave me a ‘do not ask’ look - and Louis turned pink with

The night was pregnant with ambiguity, the air thick, heavy with secrecy. It seeped in and surrounded every cobbled stone and each alleyway we passed as we strolled leisurely along the boulevard toward the Place d’ Armes, which was at least seven or eight blocks away. Wearing the masks, we easily blended into the crowd of folks walking toward the river; our anonymity pleased me until it did not! I almost lost Boudreaux in the crowd because I had let loose his hand and then could not recognize him among the others.

The feel of his strong manly body against my flesh stirred an ember into a flame. I kissed his arms, his chest, and his lips, moved lower and suckled his manhood in an act of submission, clinging to him as if a lifeline and he responded- slowly at first and then with a need matching my own. Our bodies consummated our desire for one another in perfect unison, our sexual organs pushing and pulling until that final glorifying act of orgasm that completes the cycle. I thought my body would consume him with its need but gratification came easily.

Any thoughts had disappeared, however, when she felt the peak of pleasure, intensified by his lips teasing her clit. It felt so good that she hadn't even realized her own earlier reactions, body relaxing but mind becoming more alert once he rose to his feet and gave her that look. "Was it? I don't think so. I don't recall saying your name." she was quick to deny it, although she couldn't help but break into a smile a moment later. She could

And I cum, gloriously, around his finger, and he ejaculates. Cum shoots up and lands against my thigh. The warmth from the liquid on my thigh shocks me a little; I like this feeling of Rhett on me like this. He cums as I clench around his finger.

When I entered the “Petit Salon”, everybody was there, with the exception of Juliette, the young daughter of the Baron de Valfort. All the faces reflected a strange and eerie anticipation, their eyes, glowing like flames that turned yellow at the final stage of their burning life. Sadly, the hope that the Baron was still alive, had not completely left those present in the room. They looked at me as if they were expecting a report on his health, when unfortunately, I couldn’t even present them with a guess about the nature of his death.

I gave myself to the sensation of being penetrated. Every cell, every synapse in my brain belonged to T… as he pushed inside me. Slowly, he filled me, and I reveled in the stretch the feeling of being joined with him- being one with him. He touched my face and held my hand; he kissed my lips, my jaw, my neck.

His mouth covered her lips, Morgan’s tongue invaded her mouth as a man starved for what she planned to yield to him. He flooded her senses with his spicy, exotic taste and his exciting masculine smell made her think of fresh ocean breezes. Morgan plucked at her lips with his teeth and then moved to her neck downwards, placing fiery tantalizing kisses. He took his time making his way to her large pink areolae. She moaned as his tongue came out to circle her erect buds while he showed skill at tormenting her sensitive tips. Morgan alternated between raking his teeth against her pebbled peaks and hungrily sucking her swollen nipples. All the while his huge hands cupped her full firm breasts caressing each one bringing her closer to her release. No one had ever had such an effect on her, she felt hot slick wetness pool between legs.

By the Gods, she was perfect. He moaned appreciatively and trailed kisses from her neck to her chest. He continued to do even more delicious things with his tongue and teeth. After she felt it could get no more mind-blowing, he then pressed a hungry kiss between her legs, his breath warm and wet near her swollen bud. His tongue peeked out for a taste. She gripped his hair tightly, her hands fisting over his head. He ran a finger along her folds, and then gently prodded at her entrance. She moaned when he went deeper, causing a satisfied grin to appear on his already smirking face.