Log A Short Story

Even a few minutes earlier when they stood outside the house, he would not have dared to think of kissing her (43). But since he had seen her lips in the lamp light he felt that they were his. Ethan is a victim of his own personal choices and temperament, because in the book it says, and I quote, “Get up,” he ordered her. It was the tone she always needed, but she cowered down in her seat, repeating vehemently, and I quote, “No, no, no!” “Why?” “I want to sit in front.” “No, no! How can you steer in front?” “I don’t have to, we’ll follow the track.” They spoke in smothered whispers, as though the night were listening. As I quote, “Get up! Get up!” he urged her, but she kept on repeating, “Why do you want to sit in front?” “Because I - because I want to feel you holding on to me,” he stammered and dragged her to her feet (123). The answer seemed to satisfy her, or else she yielded to the power of his

Eventually, he planted a final kiss on each and moved his ministrations lower. Both of Brett's hands moved to her waist, and he grinned up. "Think I make you scream, Elena, or should I stop? Maybe just fuck you, right now, or should how I find out how you taste? Afer he asked, he pressed his lips to her stomach, and glided his palms under her body. Brett's nails lightly raked her back, and the tight globes of her ass as he continued, planting kisses and nibbles on her stomach, and sucked the cold cube back between his lips, smiling up at

“He cannot stay here, you know that. Take him somewhere or leave the house!” His voice harsh, his face was red and angry.

“Yeah, I will grab her right no--” That was when the bloodcurdling screams started. “Brooke, Brooke?” Jackson knew that the screams were coming from his girlfriend, so he took off in the opposite direction of Ethan’s house. Leaving Ethan completely alone in the middle of his corn field. Ethan knew that Jackson was going to get lost, but he also knew that following Jackson into the maze would definitely lead to trouble. After deliberating and fighting against every logical thought he had ever had, he made the

Ethan is emotionally weak; he fights constantly for what he wants. He is bound by the shackles of silence and isolation.

She took Frank’s hand and laid it on top of her dog’s back. “Feel right aroun’ there an’ see how soft she is” Frank’s big and meaty fingers fell to stroking her dog’s hair.

He lightly blew warm air on Elena's as-yet barely touched, clit and lifted his head from between her thighs to lock eyes with her. "Unless you plan on begging me to make you come, and I might oblige." He smiled, in a position of full control now ; if only Elena didn't notice that notice that, having just released, Brett already sported another throbbing rock-hard erection and would soon be aching to come again

He turns towards Randy, "This is why you should not let your emotions get to you. This is always you should not rush into battle, He who rushes into battle, loses. Remember that,

Y/N can't help, but smiled at him, "God, you're so cheesy, Summers." Then she leaned in and kissed him, his lips feels feather light against her own. She then kissed his cheek, her lips skimming his skin until she reached his jaw where she pressed another kiss. His chin was next, and Scott closed his eyes as her lips trailing on his neck, leaving kisses here at there.

His skin was sun kissed and gorgeous. His smile was contagious and she fought the urge to grin at him like an idiot. She watched the slight pink of his tongue show between his teeth, how the very apples of his cheekbones turned a sweet ruddy red as he struggled to control himself.

His eyes remained locked on Sophie's face as his ministrations turned increasingly frantic, and the room filled with the lewd sounds of him tounge-fucking her sopping slit until, eventually, with her juices glistening on his face, he withdrew, panting for breath. "Mmm, you taste so damn good."

Both of them stood frozen in place before straightening themselves out once Rachel stepped between them, crossing her arms as if scolding a couple of children. Logan’s ears turned bright red at her glare while Noah couldn’t stop himself from staring. What was this feeling? He had never felt anything like it before.

He brought the red skin up to his mouth, kissing them lightly and them, before pulling the blanket up over the both of them. Then he kissed her, slowly and passionately, until she lost all track of time and focused on only his lips. Nana was close to being catatonic when they broke apart, though spasms were still moving through her body.

“What?” He looked back at the rest of the group, cocking his head to the side. “Is there something-” That’s when he heard a noise behind him, and a grip on his neck. He immediately began to kick, desperately struggling to be freed from what was holding him.

Buffy pulled back from his mouth, his kiss. Bruised, tired, miserable; hard vampire kisses from a big, dumb, sexy vampire were last on Buffy’s Need List, she was positive. She pulled his mouth back to hers and delighted in feeling him gasp for air he didn’t need.