Charismatic Man Descriptive Writing

I need to go right now, he looks nothing like his picture he had on tinder, Turns out his real name is Burt, not David. ;He has food all over his fingers and his face, I just smile and try not to puke. He’s eating hot wings, pasta, and tacos! I hope he really brought his wallet because I have nothing. I have to go to the bathroom to fix my makeup. As I walk out of the bathroom I see a very handsome man sitting a the bar, he is so cute!! So I try to look cute and walk by him plenty of times to see if he see’s me. He won't turn around. So I just stop trying and go back to

I didn’t know if Dale and I were out on a date or just spending time with each other. opening doors, holding out my chair, me snatching him back before he walks into a light pole, in front of a moving car, or trip over the sidewalk all because he kept looking at me. I didn’t know if I was flattered (highly) or frighten (highly as well). When hours or days go by and with me only remembering him opening his car door on a bright sunny day as I was getting into and… Dale opens the car door for me at night to getting out, what girl wouldn’t be a bit spooked. I knew I was in love with Dale and not just because of his good looks, had blinding smile, or his lips kissing me felt… Let’s leave the turning my legs to soft dough out of this conversation. What girl wouldn’t fall to pieces the way he lifts my leg. However, but something just didn’t feel… right. Tonight we were having dinner at his house and then to the movies.

With that letter it’s noon and I’m most likely to find her at Sammy’s. I see her a little ways up the street, and I start to run towards her. She turns around because someone starts to talk to her. Once I reach her I spin her around, and kiss her. Her reaction feels shocked at first, then she kisses me back once she realizes who it is. After the kiss was over I notice her crying I ask “Why are you crying beautiful?” She says to me “It’s been so long I thought you would have forgotten about me.” I look at her with tears welling up in my eyes and reply “I could never forget about the girl of my dreams, the girl that I love, and the girl I can’t live without.” I then decide that this moment is the perfect moment. I then with no second thought got down on one knee. With no words in my mouth to say she still understood what my gesture meant. She then with no words in her mouth to say nodded yes. I then stood upright, and tilted her back a little bit. I kissed her yet again, but this time more passionately with more meaning. I knew deep down inside of me that this is my girl, my everything, and here shortly she will be my wife and the mother to my

Exploring the idea that all men are born sinners, O’Connor demonstrates immoral indulgences entertained by various characters. Readers are introduced to grandmother, an elderly woman whose consistent unscrupulous behavior exhibits her inner motives. Grandmother uses subtle, indirect confrontation to get her way until she is faced with The Misfit, a runaway criminal who believes that crime is a justifiable. In “A Good Man Is Hard To Find,” Flannery O’Connor uses characterization to display a loss of morals, imagery to portray evil in society, and symbolism to emphasize the struggle of obtaining grace to prove how life is nihilistic without religion.

In her book, “A Man Without Words,” Susan Schaller describes how the eighteenth century French philosophers continually exercised speculation as to how much of human nature was "given" and native, and how much was dependent on language and culture. She encountered Ildefonso, a Mexican Indian who lived in the most unique form of isolation, who was born deaf, and had never been taught even the most basic language. She set herself the challenge to make contact with this man, and introduce him to language. Ildefonso not only lacked any language but lacked any idea of language: he had no conception, at first, of what Schaller was trying to do, yet Ildefonso had a yearning to

Machismo is a rather popular Spanish word meaning strong or aggressive masculine pride. I know this word so well that we could basically move in together because I have seen it take life before my own eyes for years now by my no one else but my father. This word has brought pain and suffering to my mother and by doing so has also inevitably harmed me. This word has shown me the ugly and the mean. But, this word has also shown me what I am and what I will not be and for that, I am grateful.

I wanted to thank him for being there, but my heart was damaged, with no space for gratitude. My lips were slightly cracked, my fingers were worn down from the constantly holding onto his apparel. Abruptly I lifted my face to his, speaking to him the only way I knew how. My lips intermingled with his, he didn't move, even I was unwelcome there. Impossible stillness. For a moment there was a suspended second of nothingness before colliding again. I didn't care if he didn't want me the I wanted him, I needed to feel the sensations I had felt with him before. I only cared about myself, how everything would affect me, but I let myself fall back on his lips. He was uncertain as I guided his fingers to the lining of my face. His stubble scratched at my skin gently, unraveling my itch for him. His faithless lips responded to mine. He staggers foward, pulling me closer, placing me on his lap. My mouth opened in slight shock, but it is greeted with his lips again. I safely lean my back against the steering wheel, cautious not to sound the alarm. He kissed me until the space between his lips drew out the blue in my blood. With a slight tug, I easily came tumbling down onto him, warm sugar huddled at his fingertips. My precious bag had fell to the floor, but I didn't care enough to notice. His body was pressed against me, firmer than I had imagined, which frightened and excited me. One of his hands stroked my upper thigh, my body

My words came out like melted chocolate to Jimin’s ears, he knew ive always been a very sex positive person, but never truly tested my limits until now. “Park Jimin, you know exactly how I am, or at least knew how I was” This time as I said those words I leaned in closer to him, still a bit sore from the fall but nonetheless giving him a full view of my cleavage which caused him to gulp as he tried to maintain eye contact. I pressed myself against him making sure that he could feel my breast while I whispered into his ear. “I don’t want to be foolish, and I don’t want cause any heart break between us, so if you really, really want to try being friends with this health care benefit you speak of, we need to set some ground rules” I could hear Jimin begin to breath just a little heavier, while he pushed the strands of hair that laid on my face back to then rest his hand on my neck. Jimin looked into my eyes and bit his lips giving me enough confidence to straddle him, which made me feel his growing bulge almost instantaneously. I knew I had to set the rules straight before proceeding with another action but my lips went straight to his instead. His hands made their way down from my waist to my bum, lightly squeezing my cheeks, which made me moan in his mouth. The moment was getting heated but we were still in the living room so Jimin separated the kiss to say “We should go to my room don’t you think?” without second thought I got up from his lap and he sprung up almost

The ending of The Storyteller is contrasts the rest of the story in quite a few ways. It has quite a deflated tone as it ends with tension between the aunt and the bachelor. The bachelor makes a prideful comment on his ability to entertain the kids better than the aunt. He also makes observations about the aunt's character and amuses himself in the knowledge that he’s changed the children and their new expectations for stories they may be told in the future.

His kiss finds freedom, his reservations are slashed at the throat, and his morals buried. I know now that he’s always wanted me. This kiss tells me so. In the way he lets it all unleash. In the way he holds me tight to him, as if he’s afraid I might slip through his fingers. In the way his heart pounds against my bosom. He’s been starved for me. All this time.

He was the most gentle lover, I had ever known, yet, the simplest touch from him, stimulated every fiber of my being; I felt I would go insane if he did not take me soon… When his mouth lowered to my pleasure place, I immediately climaxed and then cried because it was not what I wanted, not yet. He rose and entered me, causing a continuation of my orgasm that seemed to go on forever; I thought I would die from the immense pleasure he was giving me. His eyes watched me; even as he kissed me, he never closed his eyes. Not, until it was time to let loose his juices. Eye to eye, I watched him. I wondered how it felt for him. Did it feel the same? Did it feel better than what I

Lefty trots me around once more to say goodnight to everyone before escorting me to his truck. Once inside I gaze at him, eyes full of passion and lust, he simply smiles as proceeds to drive us back home. We come back home, depart from the truck and go inside my house. I am exhausted from the day we just had, but also ready for more of Lefty. “What do you think?” Lefty asks. “They all seem like great people. Your mother wouldn’t stop telling me how pretty I am,” I respond. Lefty chuckles a bit as he says, “she isn’t wrong.” Happiness gleams from my face as Lefty strolls towards me. He places on hand in my hair and the other on my hips while seductively probing, “prepared for round two of your

Senior year of college, Theresa, myself, Ryan and Michelle were the returning four on the cheer squad. We were at the football field getting ready to start practice when the players came out of the locker room to start there practice. I was scanning all the familiar faces then there he was. Just as good-looking as he was last year, and he was staring right back at me. I smiled at Ronnie until one of his teammates slapped him on the shoulder and turned his attention back to the drills they were getting ready to start. His tanned broad shoulders and muscles cut so perfect my fingers tingled at the thought of caressing every inch of him. “He’s single you know?” Theresa said.

It all began last Tuesday when this guy named Ryan met a beautiful girl walking along the pier. I know this just sounds so romantic right? Trust me it gets better. This beautiful girl, well, she didn’t have a name, but let me tell you she was one beautiful person. Ryan, being the typical guy

There is heavy, grey fog in my eyes. There are shadows in the haze and an occasional flash of light. Everything is numb as I stumble my way along, chasing after shadows. There is constant susurrus. The world is static and dull as I move along, going nowhere and feeling nothing.