Analysis Of The Book ' The Great Gatsby ' By F. Scott Fitzgerald

Tom sat up and pulling a cushion onto his lap, he hugged it protectively against his chest. “You were staring at me,” he mumbled against his trembling fingers.

Taking Tom’s hand in his, Booker brought it to his lips and lovingly sucked the salty fluid from each finger. “Mmm,” he murmured, “Tommy flavor.”

An affectionate hand stroked over the top of his head. “Are you okay, baby?” a voice whispered from beyond the realm of Tom’s thoughts. “Do you wanna

Although the truth of Booker’s statement had him faltering, Tom was not about to let his friend off the hook. “That doesn’t mean I gave you permission to paw me like a fucking oversexed pervert! It was barely even a kiss, Booker, it was—”

Placing one hand behind Booker’s neck, Tom leaned back and steadied himself on the other. “Suck me,” he moaned as his hips thrust steadily back and forth.

What is the real world and how do people react to the situations involved in life’s difficulties? The real world is a place where we all are forced to live sooner or later and people tend to react to life’s difficulties in various ways. In the quote, “Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone. He told me, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had,” (Fitzgerald 1); demonstrates how the narrator, Nick Carraway’s father described the real world to him as a young boy. Different people react to the situations throughout their lives differently.

“Ye—” you started before you were interrupted by your own scream. A rush of stinging pain passed throughout your entire body, leaving you feeling exhausted and sore. You were gasping for breath and Scott was watching the wound. You assumed he was waiting for the black blood to come oozing out, signifying that your body had rejected the venom, but it never came.

Of all the taunts and insults Tom Ross had thrown at his wife, and the acts he'd so far perpetrated in this 'pretend' rape, - the harsh slaps, throwing her like a rag-doll, welting her ass and thighs with the whip, tearing her expensive corset to shreds, and mockingly laughing when he violently fucked her mouth and forced her to choke on his cock; that was the one, if he'd had his wits about him, he would have immediately taken back. How could a loving husband ever enjoy the sight of his wife's tears, elicited by obvious mental and physical distress.

"Look at you, you weak bitch. On your knees, where you fucking, belong." He laughed, a cold, merciless sound that matched the expression on his face as he slapped her, almost tauntingly with his meat again, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud in the night air, and then forced her head back, and her body to arch with the impetus with which he jerked on her hair. His feet moved forward and he planted them either side of her shoulders. "That's right, you're going to do anything I want." She'd had more than ample opportunity to utter the safe-word he told himself, as the whip arced again, this time cracking six inches above her thigh, before the leather tails struck skin and curled around her thigh, and simultaneously the string of the corset was ripped, rather than pulled open, and Lila Ross's tits feel free. A large rough hand quickly grasped one in it's palm, and Tom stepped forward, swinging the whip again as he squeezed, and stepped forward; his raging and throbbing manhood at the woman's eyes level. "You don't want me to hurt you, then open your fucking mouth and beg for me to screw it, like your husband wouldn't

“You’re insatiable and I’m hungry,” she remarked while jumping out of bed before Ray had time to grab her. Heading for the bathroom, she turned her head to see him drop back down on the pillows putting his hands behind his head with a satisfied smile.

“Who’s gonna make me?” he smirked as he reached under my tanktop and squeezed a certain way. I gasped sharply and instinctively arched my back as I went from a playful seven year old to the constantly horny twenty-five year old I really am. Liam removed his hands from under my shirt and jerked away as I arched towards him. “Whoa, are you alright?” he asked, the playful look on his face instantly replaced with

His skin was pale and raw, shackles attached to broken chains were wrapped around his neck and wrists.

A cocoon can represent the kind growth and change called metamorphosis in Biology class. This symbol is good for Scout who shows her personal growth from a naïve tomboyish girl to a more well-informed and sophisticated young lady. In many incidents, she discovers how she should behave as she grows up during the story. Although Scout is a cute girl in hearts of her father, Atticus, and her nanny, Calpurnia, it is obvious to people that she is a quite unusual girl in their small town, Maycomb. She is unusually intelligent because she can read before she goes to grade one. However, her teacher, Miss Caroline penalizes and scolds her for this advanced skill. She is unusually brave and confident because she not only plays

He would more than readily admit how nice this actually was. He hadn’t been expecting to enjoy it. But then, he also hadn’t expected the clawed fingers to tug him closer, for one to lift and cradle his face, the other continuing to hold him so tenderly to Gilbert’s chest that he almost thought the other thought he’d break. He had had no idea a demon would even be capable of being so gentle and sweet, and he had to confess, he found himself wanting more. His own body pressed back against the pale chest, his tongue trying to mimic the others much more experienced one.

"Very well than, now the next time you want something a bit rough ask for it. I girls much more suited for that sort of thing." the queen waved her hand and released the spell, "though something tells me you would do better for a bit of punishment yourself." she laughed as the man scrambled for his clothes and gasped for some much needed air.