Creative Writing: Krake

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he fell on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and their climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a new intimate sensuality intimate that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. Having kicked his boxers completely off, his satiated cock pressed to the warm flesh of her thigh their abodomens melded together as he prised her legs apart with his knee. It was an intimacy that he wouldn't have been capable of describing, and caused a pleasurable euphoric sensation of pure contentment and adoration

The feeling was so completely overwhelming, having both holes filled with the two thick cocks that she could barely move. She began to slowly rock her pelvis, and taking their cue from her, the men began to pump in and out of her.

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

Duboius savoured the way in which the veins in the woman's neck pulsed increasingly faster against the tips of his fingers as he violated her ass, and she fought for breath. The last sensation she'd ever feel would that be of hot seed shooting into her ravaged hole, and the moment he pulled out, victorious, she'd be dead. "That's it, scream for me, bitch. Scream." His body slapped against hers, as he arched her back, and further constricted Lila's larynx under his digits until her breathing appeared to cease. Too intent was he on his mission, and the pleasure built up inside him, that Mark didn't see coming the hands that ripped him off the half-conscious woman.

Time is seen as the best medicine, and for Klara after her 20 years of mourning of Eamon she is still traumatized and scared by her past. However, she is starting to make progress getting over the loss of her first love Eamon. Wanting to go to Vimy Ridge and carve was her first plan of doing something she loved and had pleasure doing ever since the death of Eamon, and the reason she wanted to go was to finally have closure and to finally be able to cope with the loss of him. Klara tells her brother Tilman she hears about the monuments being carved at Vimy, “I want to work on that monument… You know how to travel.”… “I can’t get there myself, Tilman, I don’t think I can do it, (Urquhart, 255). This was the first part of Klara’s movement to

Leaves glistened in the moonlight, as the wind howled in despair. I found myself alone, in the darkness, as I noticed a slim figure walking towards me. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, as the individual walking towards me appeared to be a stranger. As the silhouette came closer, I realized that it was my dear aunt. Her face beamed with excitement, and she grabbed me into a tight embrace. “I am moving on,” she informed me as the corners of her mouth pulled into a genuine smile. She then turned around and began to gracefully amble out of the hinterland, as her shadow disappeared within the ominous darkness. I became aware that I was merely in a dream that was only a product of my subconscious mind. I became lucid, as relief washed over

Thunderous snores rung out. Olivia tossed and turn to its effect, determined to reach climax. However, the opportunity escaped. She slid herself up in the king-size TempurPedic, glaring into his face. It was dirty and streaked with dry slob. She upwardly rolled

This odd creature approaches, scoops Becky up with one-hand, and holds her up so he can look at her better. His hand wraps easily around her. He brings her closer to his face and sticks his tongue out to lap up her juices. It is so large it covers her entire pussy. Her clit throbs with need and she clinches in spasms of need.

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.

that held me. The more I struggled, the tighter the tendrils gripped her, and soon the pulsing from the crown returned me to my calm state. Soon, I felt myself being lifted up into the air a little, my smooth pussy free to the open air. "The rubbery grip of the tentacles seemed strangely desirable, the crown told me this is how it was supposed to be. A large mound of the goo rubbed against my pussy, causing me to let out a big moan, involuntarily rubbing back against the gel. "The mound of gel suddenly collapsing without a trace, leaving me slightly suspended in the air by the tendrils. I whimpered as I noticed my pussy was soaking wet, though by the residue of the gel or my own enjoyment was impossible to tell; but it was enough for the blue

Fastidious as ever, he bent over and reluctantly untied and took off his shoes, then neatly set them on the curb. He rolled up his pant legs; unfortunately, not far enough. The rising mud ruined his trousers as he sank deeper than the two lightweight explorers. He looked down at the muck working its way up his legs and sighed, then waded in determined to come get us before the rain increased.

Karl leaned over, "A weak whore, that's all you are. Can't stand up to your Father, can't stand up to me." As he hissed the words, he stepped to the side of the bed, hooked his fingers into her hair at the nape and shoved her head down so that her cheek was pressed to the mattress. Simultaneously, he drew back his arm, and a moment later the crack of leather striking denim filled the room, and bounced off the walls. "Look at you. On your knees, allowing yourself to spanked like a naughty fucking schoolgirl", Karl

She's standing across the battlefield, face straight as ever. Her Arcanine is absolutely towering over Green and his growlithe at a little over 7 feet.

Gurid moved in. He leaned over her body and with rough, calloused hands, squeezed her breasts too hard. Pain shot through Joan. She’d never been handled like this and it was more awful than she could have imagined, and they hadn’t even gotten to the truly horrible

screaming. The waters quickly destroyed houses, stores, cars, and people. It covered everything. It was like the videos Isaiah watched online, but only ten times worse, and in person. People in the apartment started screaming. Isaiah heard the sound of footsteps, “thump, thump, thump.” People were probably running for their lives, and warning others to run for theirs. Isaiah opened his door and went to the lobby. He looked out the window, and saw the wave. It was coming closer to the apartment. Isaiah stood there traumatized. He snapped out it when a man yelled, “RUN!”. Isaiah hurried up the stairs.