Famous Person Descriptive Writing

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.

His lips landed roughly on yours, stealing the air from your lungs and leaving your mind empty, devoid of all thoughts except one. Your hands tangled in his thick hair, tugging as you felt your body burn with sudden heat. His teeth nipped roughly at your neck before his lips lavished it with attention, making your body demand his. You could feel his smirk against your skin and you sighed in sweet resignation. You hadn't seen him in three days and it looked like he had missed you as much as you had missed him.

I rose up on mah elbows and turned her face to mine so that I could see into her emerald green eyes and said “The words that bind us and make ye mine. Three small words that hold so much power over me and bring me more pleasure than I could have hoped fur.” Mah mouth covered her sweet pouty lips with tender kisses.

You were yelling at him as his body enveloped yours, hugging you tightly to him and the skin on skin contact made you heat up in more ways than you already were as you felt the warmness of his skin and you feel like you're gonna have a great stroke any minute.

Pointed teeth brushed against a kiss-swollen bottom lip, a small gasp, almost inaudible, drifted from parted lips. A whimper soon followed as the teeth sunk into his lip, just enough pain to remind him that this is real. Callused hands tugged at the hem of the shorter's shirt before pushing it up one centimeter at a time, tracing intricate patterns along the taut skin. Pants escaped pink lips as warm metal brushed along his neck. Black hair ruffled fluidly when it's owner tilted his head back, silently pleading for more.

deep. She didn't touch me except with her mouth. Her hands I could feel near me on the

The feel of his strong manly body against my flesh stirred an ember into a flame. I kissed his arms, his chest, and his lips, moved lower and suckled his manhood in an act of submission, clinging to him as if a lifeline and he responded- slowly at first and then with a need matching my own. Our bodies consummated our desire for one another in perfect unison, our sexual organs pushing and pulling until that final glorifying act of orgasm that completes the cycle. I thought my body would consume him with its need but gratification came easily.

Suddenly Roland slammed my back against the wall, encaged me in his arms, and kissed the edge of my jaw. I tossed back my head, permitting him easier access to my neck, and I slid my hands up his back, one clutching at the fabric of his suit jacket, balling it in my fist, the other knotting in his hair. He nipped

He tipped her chin so that their eyes met. Her eyes were dark with desire. The man tenderly brought his hand to her cheek; moving his fingers along her jaw. She closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his touch. He moved her hair away from her face, stretching out the sexual tension until it was almost unbearable. She pressed herself more firmly against him, and he finally lowered his head to kiss her. His lips barely touching hers at first, teasing and taunting her. She whimpered her need, and used her tongue to part his lips. Her tongue savored the taste of

He sang along with the song. He pumped his hips to the beat of the music. Each beat of the bass he shoved deep inside of me until he hit my cervix,

His hands moved down to the bottom of his shirt, gripping the fabric and pulling it up and over his head, revealing his natural bronzed skin leaving, you had seen him shirtless before, but now it was breathtaking. You watched him eagerly as he pushed himself back off the bed, standing at the edge as his hands wandered down his torso almost teasingly to the button on his jeans, popping it open before pulling the zip down.

Memories of his hand pressed against my cheek last night, move through my mind, making my cheeks warm. I’m about to look away, but his eyes catch mine and it’s too late.

My body felt limp and useless as his hands traced the outline of my arms, making my skin shiver with delight. His fingers felt delicate against my soft skin, and I soon felt my eyes fluttering close as I let myself relax. There was a first time for everything, wasn't there?

“Welcome to my arms,” he said as his arms were stretched out to welcome me. I knew what kind of night I would have. Sex with him was usually the same, about five minutes of foreplay and then he’d take me from behind before falling off into a deep sleep. I didn’t complain because I knew he was usually tired from meetings. But for once and after my entire hard work I’d like to see his face when we made love.

He'd come through the window and climb into the warmth of my bed and just snuggle with me. He'd be wearing jeans and I loved the cold texture as I ran my bare legs over his until he stripped them off. I'd be wearing some pajama shorts and a sweatshirt, and he'd be wearing a loose V neck and his boxers.