Personal Narrative: A Person's Life Before Dying

It trailed, followed by his kisses and licks, over her chest, then between the valley of her breasts. He allowed it to sit there, melting further, and cupped a firm breast in his palm. His mouth, cold from water, followed, and he ran it over Elena's breasts, moaning against them and taken first one, then the other into his mouth. He lifted his gaze to lock on her face, and wrapped his lips around an erect nipple, blowing hot hair against it then flicking and licking with his tongue, before he moved onto the other.

"That's more like it," he says before biting my neck. He strokes me slowly. I can feel myself getting hard. Why must my body betray me? I keep telling myself "No, you don't like this" but it does and I just let it. "My naughty boy" Just when I was about to come he stops. I let out a wanting moan. Wait, I like this? What the

His kiss finds freedom, his reservations are slashed at the throat, and his morals buried. I know now that he’s always wanted me. This kiss tells me so. In the way he lets it all unleash. In the way he holds me tight to him, as if he’s afraid I might slip through his fingers. In the way his heart pounds against my bosom. He’s been starved for me. All this time.

His soft, gentle, fingers trailed a flame down my arm as he let them trace it down to my hand that lay across my stomach. I sighed, content in our lovemaking. Myles’ blue eyes showed his satisfaction in having pleasured me so well. We both knew that it would not last long- it never did. Just his eyes upon me, initiated pleasurable pulsations that began deep in my pleasure place and then traveled through my body. When he licked his lips, I felt it down there… He knew I would soon want him inside me again and the curl of his lip showed his pompous, superiority over all things sexual. He leaned over me and let his tongue trace around the nipple of my left breast before he nibbled at it with his lips and then suckled tenderly. When I began to moan softly, he took my mouth with his and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring the depths of my desire. His hand left my breast and traveled down to the soft fleshy mons between my thighs. Slowly and gently, he probed until he had me begging him to penetrate me. I wanted his large phallus inside me, but he continued to tease, his lips trailing fire over my body; he wanted me to beg for it.

“holding to life, genitals like violent hands clasped tightbarely moving, more like being closed in a great jaw and eaten, and the screaming “

The cool night air played over her body as she leaned back, the moonlight causing her skin to glow. And Alduin lips trailed down her heated frame, leaving a trail of goosebumps down to lush breasts. She sucked in a breath as he bit down on the tender flesh as she practically purred with pleasure. The tension melting from her body as he took her hardening nipple into his mouth. Her hands gripping his shoulder as a shutter rushed through her

Paul hushed him with a gentle kiss, never tiring of the sensation. He rid himself of his own pants, now as revealed as the other. Joseph took the fingers that were cupping his face into his mouth, rolling his tongue over each of the digits diligently. Paul let out a deep groan “My god Warren, one day I’m gonna have to put that mouth of yours to good use.” Joseph smirked around his fingers, running his tongue along the side of his middle finger. The fingers were pulled away and his mouth was busied with kissing along Paul’s neck. Paul pushed his legs out wider “You still wanna keep going?” He asked softly, because if they were going to do this, they both had to want it. Joseph nodded quickly “Oh god yes. You have no idea” And with that, Paul slid a finger in slowly, making sure to make it more pleasurable than painful. When Joseph was comfortable he added another finger, stretching him out slowly. Joseph arched his back, moaning at the unfamiliar sensation and trying to adjust to the odd feeling. Paul stroked the smaller man’s cock gently as he spread his fingers, Joseph rocking into his touch, so lost in the feeling, he almost didn’t notice the third finger slide in next to the others. Once he was open enough, Paul slicked himself up and pushed in slowly, rolling his hips. Warren clung to him, eyes clenched shut in pain and

The pain hurried through her for just a moment before being replaced again by his caresses. It felt shocking good and was successful at making her listen to his next words. There was no hesitation as she nodded her head quickly, digging her nails in sheets a little as she restrained herself. There was always the natural urge to disobey, to take the control back but it went out like a light when the length of

We don’t find many of you around here.” He pulled out of me. I reached for his cock. He straddled my face and put the head of his cock on my lips and exploded on my face. The guy beneath me pushed and I rolled off of him and onto my stomach. He continued fucking me in the ass. He got me into a doggie position and pulled my long hair back. He rocked in me and moaned and pulled on my hair.

Her body smashing against his, and their skin slapping together, as she slammed her hips down tome and time again, Richard couldn't hold on for long. Eyes still locked on Lexi's face, he saw her mouth open in a silent scream, and simultaneious he reached his release. Nails digging into her skin, he reached up, and tangled his fingers in her hair and placed his other hand on the small of her back. Crying out as his body thrashed and writhed, he shot his load inside her, and pullled Lexi's body down so that her breasts mashed against his chest, and kissed her as her pussy milked the remaining seed for his cock.

He'd go at it for hours, pumping and stroking but recently he couldn't push himself over the edge, leaving bitter disappointment in the end. It wasn't helped by his dreams being plagued by soft bodies, plump lips, and wet cunts, all the things he rarely got. Then there was his cell, a place that lacked warmth in all every way of the word. Finally there was the fights themselves, bitter spats that lacked the glory of days past.

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.

Tyler whimpered softly as the cold air pressed against his legs. With his jeans off, it was obvious Tyler’s thighs were much thicker than presented in the skin tight jeans he wore, much to the delight of Zach. Tyler, with much hesitance, wrapped his legs around his lover, his bulge now pressing against Zach’s stomach and teasing Zach’s growing erection. “You’re killing me with all this playing, Tyler...switch positions, or I’m really gonna ravish you,” Zach commanded, swirling his finger around and releasing a menacing breath of air through his teeth. A soft whistle enacted into the air.

Teasing Calahan had always been a joy for Bailey. She loved to make him ache for her as much as she ached for him on a daily basis. Even when they were fighting all Bailey would want was for him to take her in his arms, tell her how much he loved her. Though most of the time that didn't happen and she'd go to bed angry over something. Yet now? There they were on the verge of once again fucking for not the first time, but second time in only a few short hours. Watching his face as she stroked his hard cock with her hand the rest of her body ached for him. Everything inside of her ached in that moment as she felt him rock her hips against him. Removing her hand from his cock she climbed off him as a smirk appeared on her lips. Climbing up the bed she opened his nightstand drawer, pulling out a pair of his handcuffs she moved back to him. Holding them up she tilted her head letting her blonde hair flow around her face.

He makes her scream and writhe under red silk sheets atop a sprawling California king-sized mattress, all while their moans catch and echo off the canopy above in the blackened back room of my mind. Although it’s uncertain if Kate’s aware of my forced voyeuristic presence, it’s dawned on me that Bjorn, however, is not only cognizant of my upset gaze, he’s flat-out reveling in it. His smile upturns, becoming snake-like as he proceeds to give her exactly what she’s after again and again and again. The bedposts seem to give under the weight of her pleasure and the iron grip with which she takes hold. He builds up and she lets go one last gasp, one last grope and they finish in a seismic wave that manages to rattle me awake, releasing me from the darkest depths of the hellish nightmare I had just