Essay on November: Part of a Narrative Story

"If I were you," he said, "I'd go home quietly." Then he tapped her breasts with his baton. Gently. Tap tap. As though he was choosing mangoes from a basket....

Music echoed through the club, lights flashing, bodies close together. The two were in total sync that one night. Both were in a good mood; Hyejung had scored a bonus at work and Hyesun snatched herself another sponsorship. She wasn’t the usual type to dance and when she did, Hyesun couldn’t help but gasp at the sight in front of her. Her hips moved smoothly to the beat with a bright smile on her face, she wanted to see more of

We both connected on the floor and started dancing together. At the beginning it was rough. We were both getting used to each other’s bodies and energies, but there was a moment where it clicked for both of us. Neither of us was moving. We were just listening. I remember following her breath with my torso and moving to the tempo her exhalations had set. There were moments when we were interrupted by other dancers trying to join our duet. However, they quickly left the duet without attempting to dance with us. We had a strong connection that closed the door for others to join. We were not being unwelcoming; it just felt ok to be alone together. The most satisfying moment was when we both knew it was time to stop. None of us said a word, we lay next to each other and I felt the energy of her body hold the space. Although she was not moving, I could still feel and imagine how much space she was occupying. Although I was not moving, I was still active listening to her breath, feeling her energy, and holding the space. I remember feeling content with the decision of staying next to her. This is when I recognized how difficult it is to follow your intuition, but the feeling of satisfaction it brought was beyond

But puddin'. " I cried out, the corners of my plump lips curving under into an expression of disappointment. I pushed myself more onto his lap, my slender arms draping across his broad shoulders. One touch was simply magic,

"Stay down, bitch." He obviously considered me his enemy, but that would never change even after I did what I knew he expected me to do. He let go of my hair and moved his hand to his waist. As soon as he let go, I slumped onto my right side.

Chiyoko was finally alone on the warm deck. In the solitude her feelings of happiness on which she had been pondering constantly all morning, became complete. ‘He said I’m pretty!’ ‘He said I’m pretty!’ Chiyoko repeated yet again the refrain she had said over and over to herself how many hundreds of times since that moment… That’s really what he said to me. I must satisfied with that and not expect him to love me too. He-he has someone else to love… And yet he repaid my wickedness by saying im

Seriously, I’m going to steal your stylist. And Joff, aren’t you looking handsome tonight?” She said with a wink and squeezed his hand. For the first time tonight, Joffrey looked something other than entirely disinterested.

You walked into the casino cautiously, your arm looped through your friends. Somehow she had convinced you to join her. She loaned you one of her dresses, the tight silk hugging your curves, making you feel confident yet exposed. The plum color bringing out your complexion. Of course once you two were seated at the bar she found her next target and pulled him to the dance floor, leaving you alone.

The startled model acts coy as she seduces her intruder, slowly trapping him to the bed with handcuffs, and when she has him cornered and in her grip…..

“Contestant number twelve” a judge announced into a microphone, echoing all over the auditorium. I let go of the velvety curtain and clung to my satin blue dress instead, picking up both sides, making sure not to trip over the dress while

It’s Thanksgiving Day and I am really excited because this is the time where we all give thanks to each other and I get to have my Grandma’s delicious homemade pumpkin pie! Mmm, delicious!

The shrill irritating buzz from my alarm clock signaled me to drag my sore, overworked body out of bed early on a Saturday morning. Before I even went to the kitchen to make tea, my stomach had already been in knots thinking about the dance festival and how the rest of this day would play out. I overthought everything somehow reasoning that this very performance would determine the fate of my future in dance,

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.

He lays both his hand on my waist and my skin begins to itch. I can feel him getting close, real close, close enough where he can probably smell my perfume. My heart is hurting me from all the pounding it’s doing. I felt bad, wrong that I’m standing here with Noel best friend that’s expecting a dance from me, and I can’t do anything about it because I told Sky I’ll do the lap dance. I’ve done this before, I’ve given a lap dance with no hesitation, but this is way different because of the person in this very room with me.

“ you’ve never SEEN me dance. how do you know that ‘m not great at it ? ” the seesaw between their conversation’s temperament has his head spinning. ( or maybe it was downing almost half of the BITTER drink in his hand. ) if he wants to, he could pass out right now. close his eyes, relive the amount of SHIT that’s hit the fan in his life and go to sleep thinking about it. wake up with multiple kinks in his neck and a SOUR attitude to match. he won’t. can’t. not with jason here with him. shoulder bumps back into jason’s but he keeps himself leaning towards him. the warmth is pleasant and the physicality reminds him to keep calm, stay grounded.