Creative Writing: Valerie's False

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

Leon originally suspected John of doing away with Valerie due to their rocky relationship. John even goes as far as to admit to Leon that he was simply ignoring Valerie’s pleas for help the night that she died, as he was experiencing so much exhaustion over her distrust of him. However, Jane’s finding puts Leon on the trail of Jane’s neighbor. As it turns out, however, Jane’s neighbor had only tried to help Valerie, before she became frightened and ran from him, falling to her death. During the investigation, Leon finds his wife’s file in Valerie’s office. He listens to a recording of a therapy session between his wife and Valerie, in which Sonja admits that she still loves Leon, though she suspects infidelity. After seeing how fragile life is and how lucky he is to have a woman in his life who loves him despite his rather obvious flaws, Leon appears to experience an internal change, and the film ends on a note of forgiveness and reconciliation, as it appears that Leon and Sonja will be able to recover and move forward.

Two of the three young ladies, Kiara Rucker and Faith Gordon talked about his give up. Kiara expressed, " If it wasn't for Zaevion, we would've been shot." Faith likewise said that when the shooting finished, she disclosed to him that he could get up, yet he didn't. "I went upstairs, and when I returned to ensure that it was genuine, I saw that he had become shot in the head."

2.) Zander uses Sleep to Escape his situation, or General Stress. He'd Rather be asleep

The rest of the crowd rolled their eyes at the terrible pun. Even Zaelith, once she finally began to find her breath again. She recovered just in time to lose her breath in a startled squeek when a pair of hands grabbed her arms from behind, forcibly pulling her back on her feet. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed her assailant to be the mustachioed innkeeper, his paternal countenence twisted with lustful intentions. Even as her unwilling host recoiled in horror, Zaelith reasserted her control over the body and offered the portly old man a mischevious smile, playfully sticking out her tongue

When Tom lowered his gaze and mumbled, “Yes, Ma’am,” in a submissive tone, Booker’s grin broadened. He had indulged in many sexual fantasies about Tom, and his favorite was the dom/sub role play. But now that he had witnessed Tom’s compliance, he knew the fantasy would be even more realistic than before. At that precise moment he could picture Tom handcuffed to the bed, his naked body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement, his expression desperate to please, and for the third time that morning, his cock hardened. He quickly realized he was heading towards dangerous territory and shifting his gaze, he stared at the admin officer’s beak-like nose. It was the remedy he needed and within seconds, his budding erection wilted. A

Valerie did not start the events that took place, but she did not really stop them either. The shooting was a traumatic event

Starting her first job back after her accident, Melissa was very quiet and did not talk much. Dating was hard for Melissa at first because men would constantly stare at her scars on her arms and hands from the accident and would always ask her about them or be embarrassed of her. After months of a co-worker telling Melissa about her friend Zack McCloud, Melissa finally decided to go on a date with him. On their first date, Zack did not say a thing about her scars and did not even pay any attention to them and this really caught Melissa attention. “I never met a guy like Zack” Melissa said, “when he asked to pray before dinner it shocked me, most guys never do that.” Zack began showing characteristic throughout their relationship that continued to catch Melissa attention and she realized he could be the one.

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

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed 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 respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

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.

"MARK! TEDDY! SOMEBODY!" She no longer recognized her own voice. It had become raw and scratchy after screaming their names over and over. They had maybe an hour of sunlight left and they needed to head back soon since she was injured. On their way back to the plane Arizona heard a very faint grunt. She stopped and Jerry did as well. She stood there for a minute and when she didn't hear anything she figured she was getting delirious. Just as she started moving she heard it again. Except louder. Much louder. Arizona ran—well, limp-shuffled—over to the source of the noise. It was Teddy! Her leg was wedged in between a rock and what looked like part of the plane's wing. "Teddy!" Teddy looked over at her and both of them seemed to let out a sigh of

Melody finds herself smiling at that. She’s no stranger to divas and men with ego’s so large they couldn’t see their own feet. She tries not to make judgments on her clients, it’s not her place to voice her opinion on their life choices, but after doing her research on Tom she expected someone a lot different.

Something breezes against her arm and she pulls away, her breath caught in her throat. She opens her eyes, turns her head and, chest heaving, sees Chloe staring at her; sees her violent blue eyes,

Like with Adrian’s introduction Vanessa did not pay much mind to Victor’s, but she did pay attention when he mentioned security. Pointing her ears Vanessa managed to hear pick up the sound of heavy boots on the polished floor. Vanessa already knew security was doing something, but know she knew for a fact that what ever they were doing it was here. Naturally, Vanessa’s eyes drifted to the one suspicious person, just as she took Victor out and sent him falling onto her body.