The soft words were enough to harden Booker’s cock, and grabbing Tom by the hand, he pulled him into the bedroom. He watched with growing arousal as Tom removed his boxers and lay on the bed. As he quickly undressed, he could feel two dark, soulful eyes watching his every move, and a shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to his flesh. However, he knew he needed to be patient and let Tom set the pace. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten him by coming on too strong.
Throughout the world, there are many cultures who have their different beliefs. In the short story “Lullaby” by Leslie Marmon Silko, Ayah and her family are a part of the Navajo culture. As Ayah had struggled to keep her culture and family together, she let her husband, Chato, and herself
He stood, breathless, with the love of his life held between his arms, and his gaze alighted on hers, the lingering taste of her lips from the kiss upon his, and his mouth curled up into a smile. A grown man, who'd been through the hell of Afghanistan, and survived it, a man who'd also survived the destruction of his marriage, a man who could kill without compunction or remorse, nor a seconds hesitation, yet here he was, as nervous as a schoolboy on his first date. And, it wasn't because of a lack of confidence in himself, or in Azairah, or that, even though he'd not made love in so long, but that he didn't want to bring back any bad memories, for her, or that he considered sex like Cole Douglas and his ilk, an act purely for the man's pleasure,
William watched Tabitha climb out of the hot tub. He took in a long, full look at her ass. She stood at the edge of the hot tub, wringing water from her ponytail. Droplets of water trickled down over Tabitha’s chest and stomach. William watched Tabitha’s body steam in the frigid air, the night’s icy fingers tickled her body, tightening her flesh and firming her nipples. She walked around the side of the hot tub and sat down next to William, dipping her feet into the water. William felt the flesh of her thigh rub against his shoulder.
“What’s up daddy,” Roxie asked ALI. “You… ALI,” shot back. Later, he offered her a fat joint the good shit, rode it out for a minute. She accepted. He placed Roxie in an unmarked black van. He kissed her passionately – felt on her tits and stuck his thick fingers in her stinking wet pussy. She groaned and with the greatest of ease.
"You look so fucking sexy when you cry." Of all the taunts and insults Tom Ross had thrown at his wife, and the acts he'd so far perpetrated in this 'pretend' rape, - the harsh slaps, throwing her like a rag-doll, welting her ass and thighs with the whip, tearing
"Look at you, you weak bitch. On your knees, where you fucking, belong." He laughed, a cold, merciless sound that matched the expression on his face as he slapped her, almost tauntingly with his meat again, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud in the night air, and then forced her head back, and her body to arch with the impetus with which he jerked on her hair. His feet moved forward and he planted them either side of her shoulders. "That's right, you're going to do anything I want." She'd had more than ample opportunity to utter the safe-word he told himself, as the whip arced again, this time cracking six inches above her thigh, before the leather tails struck skin and curled around her thigh, and simultaneously the string of the corset was ripped, rather than pulled open, and Lila Ross's tits feel free. A large rough hand quickly grasped one in it's palm, and Tom stepped forward, swinging the whip again as he squeezed, and stepped forward; his raging and throbbing manhood at the woman's eyes level. "You don't want me to hurt you, then open your fucking mouth and beg for me to screw it, like your husband wouldn't
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
Derrick had come up to her, smelling like heaven and aftershave and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone – he knew that drove her crazy. He’d whispered that she looked nice in her dress, smiled at her in that charming way and she’d gone weak at the knees, it was also late.
Remy Star is a bright young lady on her way to college with a very bright future ahead of her, but when things don’t go her way and she finds herself falling in love with some she said she would never even take a second glance at, that’s when she
Based on Lullaby lab research, students yawn 10 times per hour. Then lullaby lab does the investigation to 101 students from different schools to find the cause, and finally they found causes of yawning phenomenon.
She was a hot woman; it was not hard for her to find a good lay. She was tall, with long legs. Her body was tan, and toned to perfection. She had long wavy brown hair perfect for grabbing from behind, and striking sapphire blue eyes. She was a damn catch, and she knew it. She knew that the bartender was just as attracted to her as she was to him. His stunning emerald green eyes were glazed with desire, he might as well be drooling. She loved having that power over men. Although she could not be pretended that she wasn’t just as turned on by him. He had shoulder length black hair that was simply begging for her to run her hands through. He wore a tight black tank top that emphasized his massive pecs and delicious abs. She licked her lips as she watched his firm ass walk to the other end of the bar in his well fitting jeans. She wouldn’t let him fall through her fingers tonight.
“Honestly! I just can’t.” he said with puppy dog eyes. I smiled and kissed him. “I can’t resist those eyes.” “That tends to happen once in awhile.” he smiled. “We have to go. It’s seven forty.” “We have time. All the time in the world.” “No, we don’t.” I said, running Bailey slid his hand from my knee to my upper thigh. I grabbed his hand and pushed it away. “Stop!” I said with a smile. Everytime he touched me, it felt like he was touching every nerve on my body, like he had sent lightning all over my body.
“She was an old woman now, her life had become memories” (Silko). Lullaby is a tragic story telling about the hardships endured by Native Americans, told by the author Leslie Marmon Silko. The story is based on the life of a Native American woman named Ayah. Ayah is harshly affected by a hard time in the history of the Native American people. Ayah experienced so much tragedy that her life seemed purposeless. With the best of life behind her, Ayah’s best moments are in the past rather than present. Ayah lost so much in her lifetime and has many memories of her children and her people. The woman has her children stripped from her by the hands of Americans who are attempting to do away with the native people. Everything that Ayah knows is abruptly taken from her. American agents take her children away by contract. She also loses her son, Jimmie, who died while serving the U.S. military in a helicopter crash. In addition to all of this tragedy, Native Americans were suffering at the hands of the white people who were causing sickness, death, and dependence on other people (Silko). This story takes place in 19th century New Mexico on rocky terrain, which is crucial in the story. The natives are left destitute by the Americans who caused so much loss within their family, culture, and independence. They have had to give up everything they have ever known and their lifestyle was destroyed. Throughout the story told by Silko, the audience is reminded just how valuable life is and
She kicks her long legs faster, the cold breeze blows up her short skirt, and it makes her shake. She remembers now. His hands. Cold as ice against her thigh. By that time it’s too late, a tall, well-built figure blocks the way out of the alley. She knows him. She was just having dinner with him, for the third time. She freezes before him. Even though she was terrified, the scent of his cologne stirred something deep inside her. Lust.