Descriptive Essay - Original Spelling

Not far down the road, I had made Anna stop at Bluegrass Creek insisting that we needed to talk. At first she protested, saying that whatever I needed to discuss with her could wait. That, we needed to be on the road because we had half a state to travel if we were going to get to… and that’s when I said, Deerfield, and the surprise of me already knowing where the gathering was had silenced her instantly.

It was an unusual quiet evening at my favorite diner. I always loved meeting my beautiful wife here after a long day of work to get some of Chicago’s best coffee. Upon opening the front door, the welcoming smell of freshly ground coffee fills my nostrils as I take a deep breath, but at the same time, I lose my breath as I spot my stunning wife waiting for me. She was wearing a vibrant red dress, as she knows that it’s my favorite, while her hair shimmered in the light.

Beginning a 12-minute journey, leaving my residence Piedmont North A; I headed to Starbucks. From the speed of the wind to the coolness of the air, I could tell that the season of Fall was finally beginning. The falling leaves of the trees were starting to leave a trail, and as I was beginning to approach the establishment, the aroma of coffee beans was lingering in the air.

He walked into the quiet coffee house on Main Street, while I was there reading the classic How to Kill a Mockingbird when I saw him. Dressed in some dark washed jeans with a basic white T-shirt that went so utterly well with a creamy peach leather jacket he had on although a jet black color would have looked edgy. Meanwhile, his cologne was a strong Calvin Klein aroma that filled the coffee house and it smelt similar to the clean and fresh laundry detergent just with a bit of a manlier smell to it. It reminded me of walking into my brother’s room when I was a toddler. After I concluded my reminiscing, I noticed that he was swiftly making his way to the counter I noticed that the way his walk was off centered but balanced. While ordering

Looking further across the room, a structure for a bar was built against the wall. His eyes opened in surprise to behold an actual person amiss his midday nightmare. Having put a freshly-lit cigarette between her ruby lips, the woman gently looked across the room to him beckoning him to join her as she sat on a stool and reclined against the bar’s side.

As we sit and enjoy dinner the discussion run the gamut from work, fashion, politics, and men. We always have a good time and a good laugh together. As Shauna is speaking, something to her immediate right catches her eye and she stops midway. Dani and I both have to look to the left as we are sitting across from her. Dani let out an audible gasp and I became transfixed and couldn’t move. Dressed in a navy blue suit, blue and white pinstriped tie, and light blue undershirt stood perfection. He had light brown skin, curly hair, and stood well over 6 foot. He perused the surroundings I guess to get an impression of where he and his friends would be seated. All of a sudden his glance landed on our table and he smiled. Instinctively, Shauna made sure there wasn’t a hair out of place and Dani’s right hand came to rest at her throat to feel her raging pulse. I simply lowered my head and looked away. Then, Dani nudged me

“I’d love to get coffee, but I have class in a few minutes. Would you take a raincheck?” She smiles up at me and I see her bright emerald eyes. I can feel a blush growing on my face. She’s actually pretty cute.

I started by smiling. “Good morning!”, I exclaimed as I gave my order. Roz seemed to shrink away from me the more boisterous and friendly I became. Strike one.

As soon as I said those words he grabbed me and passionatly kissed me so aggressive but sensual all at the same time. I could feel myself melting into him, as if he was sucking my soul right out of my body and into his. All that time exchanging e-mails created a huge build up that was finally released. He backed up and said "hmmm your lips taste so sweet". I didn 't even have a chance to reply when he pulled me back in for another soul sucking kiss. I start ripping off his clothes as we continued to kiss. Trying the best I could , I felt like I was panicing just grabing and pulling off whatever I could. He then spun me around, grabbed my hips very firmly and pushed himself into me and whispered in my ear, "you feel that? hmmm? You want that?". "Yes" I softy said. He grabbed the back of my hair, gently tiping my head back and said "I didn 't hear you, say it again". "YES! YES! YES!", I shouted. "Good girl", he answered "how bad do you want me to fuck you" he said then ran his tounge down my neck , pulling my hips into his even more. "Bad, really fucking bad", I said. He moaned a bit , with one hand holding on to me and the other running over my whole body like he was trying to memorize every inch of me and said "Yeah?" He then bent me right over the end of the bed and pushed himself inside of me. The amount of ecstay I was feeling at that very moment was astounding. I haven 't felt like this so long, the excitement, the rush, the pleasure , the lust. As

I was on my way to a New York , but i passed a little town before i got there and though that i should stop and rest. I walk into the inn older lady greets me her dull brown eyes meet my green eyes. She looks at me like i was crazy for coming in at 10:40 pm for a room to rest in , or it might be that i look like someone crazy person with a red wild mess on my head that i call hair. The older lady finally spoke after a long silence.

Knowing I can’t stand here acting like a total idiot any longer, I turn around. Mistake. I come face to face with a solid, broad chest only a few inches away. Mistake number two happens when I decide to look up at the man. A chiseled face covered with yesterday’s growth, deep blue eyes dancing with… amusement, I think, look down at me. I recognize he’s the same man I met at that club a few nights ago. From the way he’s looking at me, I’m sure he remembers me too.

"I hope you like espressos," he said, picking up his coffee glass and taking a sip.

That night, I was tired but awake, wondering about the woman at the teahouse. It was odd, the brief time we looked at each other felt so genuine, like I could already confide in her without knowing her name. Her name. I wanted to know her name. How was I going to know? I decided that I would visit the teahouse more often, to get glimpses of her and eventually talk with her to get to know her.

“Hey, Ashley. Do you mind if we talk for a minute? I have to do an interview for a class. We could go grab some ice cream or coffee.”

Right to left right to left, her rapid eye movements were like the shutter of a camera; glancing back and forth between the four of us as if she was trying to read us like Sunday’s paper. Shannon was curled up in the chair as to distance herself from us, but she looked comfortable. My eyes darted to her jet black hair with fresh roots coming in, leopard print flounce shorts, and a bic lighter poking out of her ill fitting tank top. Introductions were short, and we soon fell into friendly conversation.