" Y'ARE very snug in here," piped old Mr. Woodifield, and he peered out of the great, green leather armchair by his friend the boss's desk as a baby peers out of its pram. His talk was over; it was time for him to be off. But he did not want to go. Since he had retired, since his... stroke, the wife and the girls kept him boxed up in the house every day of the week except Tuesday. On Tuesday he was dressed and brushed and allowed to cut back to the City for the day. Though what he did there the wife and girls couldn't imagine. Made a nuisance of himself to his friends, they supposed ... Well, perhaps so. All the same, we cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves. So there sat old Woodifield, smoking a cigar and
Two stand in the center, one yearns for the power to not be a burden, the other wishes for the power to lift any hardship, yet both walk together, the strings of many emotions tying them together. As they stand together in me, they stood together outside of me. Mayhaps they, together, might stay here intertwined for a lifetime. Even now, though, a force pushes against my walls like the swelling tide of a raging sea, fully intent on shattering my fortifications, but I shall not let it. I will not let him steal my family.
“I did something horrible...” she paused and tears began to roll from her eyes as she continued. “....a few days ago when I told you I couldn’t hang out I was at Aaron’s house....” before she could continue I said, “Did you guys do anything?” She began to cry even harder.
Stop staring Cassidy. Don’t even look. Ignore his muscular arms and the way he pumps up his team. Ignore the roaring crowd cheering for him. Ignore the wind blowing through his hair, forcing him to comb his fingers through it. Ignore the girl holding up a sign in his honor.
Julie, in her black stockings and new cashmere sweater dress, showed up the cafe in hopes of a great date with the mysterious Brendan. Her friend Raymond had set them up and she was excited to finally meet him. As she walked in, she immediately saw the lanky, brooding boy; he was tucked into a corner table, reading a book with a title she couldn't pronounce if she tried. Walking quickly she was almost immediately in front of him. Brendan looked up at her and was absolutely enamored with the way her auburn hair so drastically contrasted with her pale blue dress. He sat up straight and marked his page all while looking at her.
I am Bennie Cork. My real name is Benjamin Henry Cork, BUT the only people who can call me that is my mother, my “real” father, my great grandmother, or Olivia. If you were to notice me, you are a rare type of breed. I’m nothing special… not extremely tall… not extremely smart...not extremely good looking… and definitely not extremely social, so no one really remembers me. I go through the halls of Glenbrook North High School looking like any other 17 year old guy: brown hair, blue eyes, weirdly skinny, and very very misportional. But, I’m nothing like other guys. I AM A MAN while the other males here's are BOYS! They think it’s funny to go around calling names! “Dorkie Corkie”, “Slenderman”, and “Corkscrew” are their very intelligent way of picking on me. I’m not gonna lie… these names do hurt me, but my dear, beautiful, amazing friend is helping me through all their immature assery. Her name is Olivia… Olivia Baldwin.
He could sense the second he found it, that spot that would tip her over the edge, and Brett watched Elena's expression, entranced. His fingers worked relentlessly inside her as he felt her climax building and when she shivered and gasped, then came for him, he felt a sense of satisfaction, but also another, indefinable, emotion. More than simple lust. Whatever it was, as she writhed in pleasure, it led to him kissing Elena again hungrily, tongue pushing deep into her mouth, sucking licking and nibbling hers with their lips mashed together, and hot breathy pants mingling. "Good girl."
“You can take back your invitation into your home,” Dean’s nose brushed against her wrist as his lips pressed a soft kiss against the skin there, right on her tattoo. “You could take a log off the fire and set me alight, but that would probably kill me. Still between the two of us I would rather you kill me.”
Well it was a saturday night and i was horny i met this guy online he was 36 he loves i was only 18. we talked about dirty things we wanted to try he had experince told me a couple stories. with a couple of boys he fucked they could'nt handle his cock only his old forward from back home and girls. Jay Told me he had a sexy ass boy who teased him and never came threw.
answered the phone with the same uninterested drone, himself a day laborer. He stuffed his cigar in his mouth to free his hand and showed three fingers. His hand signal started a chain of activity on the benches with each man sliding down to fill the vacant seats. He wrote the address on a worksheet and gave it to the three next in line. He returned behind his newspaper as they walked out the door. Billowing cigar smoke rising above the desk was a sign of him.
He took in the calm look on the man’s face, the way his high cheekbones were beautifully illuminated in the orange glow of road lights- making him look almost otherworldly. The faint uptick at the corner of Stu’s lips, the way his stupid blue hair lightly blew with the aircon, the way he drummed his long fingers absently on the steering wheel were inescapable- Murdoc knew.
Ava got to work. The sheets came off the windows, leaving feeble, sheer, white curtains hanging from them. Light burst through the room. She opened the windows so fresh air flooded the room, catching the feather light curtains, blowing around her and suspending her in fresh serenity. A strong familiar scent came in from outside. She inhaled it until it was gone as quickly as it came, opening her eyes in bliss.
It’s October 8th, just a normal Sunday, a work day. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down on the soft, grey couch.The House 51 alarm suddenly started blaring like a song being played over and over again on the radio, calling all trucks and ambulances to several different places, which meant that this fire was going to be dangerous and that it was going to spread very quickly. Everyone chaotically puts on their big black and yellow brush pants, steps into their wide, rubber boots, grabs their safety helmets and piles into the long scarlet red trucks. As we drive out of the house, I hear Main say Gabby’s law office’s address over the radio. My heart skipped a beat as I tried to process what I had just heard. My emotions got the best of me as I felt a single tear come down the right side of my face. It was nothing like I’ve ever felt before, breaking my ankle in the car accident months ago didn’t even compare to what I’m feeling right now, in this moment.
It all started back in April, My friend Chanel began to mess with someone she had no business messing with. From there she knew she shouldn't be messing with this dude once she started to find out more about him. It was all kept from another friend and I because she felt ashamed and embarrassed to tell us. What in your everlasting mind would think this is okay. We didn't end up finding out until about 3 months later.
“There is set crew, props, costumes, lights, and makeup”. At the sound of makeup, Shay perked up next to me. “Shit” I thought. “I can’t do makeup”. “Now hopefully if you had a specific crew you wanted to be in, you reserved a spot ahead of time.” Avery continued. I smiled, knowing that neither Shay or I did. Maybe there would be a chance. “So that being said, meet up with your groups and I look forward to spending the next few months with you!” Applause again rose up as Avery waved to us and walked offstage. Soon the students rose up and started walking to different corners of the room. I turned to Shay. “So what do you want to do?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Makeup sounds fun! But I don’t know if they’d have any spots left.” She frowned, looking over to the makeup crew’s corner. “There’s a lot of people over there.” I started thinking to myself of what to say. Obviously I didn’t want her on that crew because then we wouldn’t be hanging out, but I didn’t want to say that! Acting as calm as I could muster, I slowly said, “Well maybe go and ask? They might still have a spot!” She smiled at me. “And if they don’t, we can do props together or something!” I finished, probably putting a little too much emphasis on together. Luckily she didn’t seem to notice. “Ok!” she bubbled, walking towards the group.