Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

While walking nearly to the edge of the village I noticed something extraordinary, there was an astonishing man. He turned to face me, and started walking towards me. The man had some dissimilar characteristics. I felt as if I was going to be in jeopardy, I could not

The reader can tell that this man is not just some neighbor, but instead something that was not completely human and something peculiar.

By using the first-person present tense—I am here; you are not—and guarding specific scenes and emotions, Levi actively distances readers from his narrative. This, the book tells its readers, is not your narrative; you are not characters in this story. As readers, we are forced to recognize that we do not speak Levi’s language; we do not know what it truly means to be “cold,”

My arms snaked their way around his back, and I fell asleep to the sound of his voice, and the feeling of his hand tangled in my hair.

Lust drummed through our systems. Kylar’s body hovered over mine as his lips set on mine, hungrily demanding with such a fierce passion as I withered under him, his knees had been placed either side of me caging me under him, his lips left mine to close on the skin of my neck. My head rolled back on its own accord as a loud moan left my lips, hands travelling down his chest before wrapping around his neck loosely, nails lightly pressing into his skin as I tried to resist squirming due to his attention.

Alex holds you to him as your head is pressed against his chest, your groaning from the warmness that seemed to cascade over you as he leans down to press you against the mattress, arms still tightly wrapped around you as his face nuzzles into your neck, kisses being pressed to the skin of your neck and you're not sure how Alex can tolerate being pressed this close to your sweaty body.

Your hands tangled in his hair as you felt his lips trail down across your chin, over the span of your throat, nipping gently on the skin of your neck. Alex felt you gulp, felt the quickening of your pulse and you did snap, letting out a throaty moan, so goddamn needy for him and he hasn’t done much more than kissing, he felt so lucky to be the one to make you feel like this.

'What are you doing! What is wrong with you!?' my conscience repeatedly screamed at me in my mind, 'Pull away! Your insane!' The vicious voice faded out as I focused on what I was happening around me. Jacobs body was tensed, as my hands rest around his face. I hold the kiss, as I began to move my lips against his. Jacobs body relaxes, as I feel his hands snake around my waist and hips. He began to move his lips against mine in a slow motion, my mind was completely blank, feeling his grip tighten around me. Standing on my tippy-toes, I place my arms fully around his neck pulling him closer to me. Jacob slips his tongue into my mouth, leaning into me. As our tongues dance blissfully, I feel a slight pressure erupt from my inner thighs. A soft

Goosebumps cover my body. My heart rate picks up. Unable to keep from doing it, I squeeze my eyes shuts, lean over and kiss Beau. Is it selfish to enjoy the way he makes my body feel? I press my lips softly against his and tease his mouth open with my tongue. The kiss is gentle. Different from the others. He breaks first. “What are you doing,” he asks, his voice hoarse.

I kissed him, slow and sweet. He sighed happily against my mouth and I smiled. It felt warm and tingly.

The feeling of his fingers working on your clit and his thrusts sent you over your edge, reaching your high you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, moaning out his name one final time as he continued to thrust inside you, chasing his own release.

It took three hours to relax enough for sleep, but once I did, I kept waking from a recurring nightmare. Charles’s eyes staring at me. Changing colors. Blue. Green. Amber. Violet. The crackle of an electric storm detonating his eyes. I kept hearing his voice. “You are my match.”

The paper on my lips was replaced by skin, and his hands only pulled me closer. We toppled onto the bed and my legs and arms splayed atop him in places I did not tell them to go. He whispered I was beautiful and I only smiled in return before we rolled over and I saw it. I saw the smirk. I felt my shirt being tugged and unbuttoned and pulled from beneath me. His hand touched my thigh and I held my breath. I held my breath and dug into my purse with one hand, fingers wrapping around a blade before he bent his head back down to mine. And so my hand moved in response.

Jerking out of his daze, he turns his focus back on me. “Alright, Precious, alright.” As he leans down to take my breast, I arch my back and meet him halfway. Despite the enveloping warmth, my nipples turn hard as his tongue circles and flicks, first milking, then nipping before turning his attention to the other one.

By the Gods, she was perfect. He moaned appreciatively and trailed kisses from her neck to her chest. He continued to do even more delicious things with his tongue and teeth. After she felt it could get no more mind-blowing, he then pressed a hungry kiss between her legs, his breath warm and wet near her swollen bud. His tongue peeked out for a taste. She gripped his hair tightly, her hands fisting over his head. He ran a finger along her folds, and then gently prodded at her entrance. She moaned when he went deeper, causing a satisfied grin to appear on his already smirking face.