Personal Narrative Fiction

Bass threaded his hands through her hair as he licked her lips. “Always,” he answered, rolling them over. Pulling a leg up over his hip, Bass thrust up inside her, causing Charlie to cry out as she arched her back, offering up her breasts to his mouth. Bass swirled his tongue around her pink, pebbled nipples before tugging gently at them with his teeth. Shifting, he settled more squarely between her thighs, grabbing hold of her knees pushing them

She studied him, her eyes running over his form. “The way you handled yourself with those men was particularly telling. You could have drawn your weapon, but you did not. You are either sure of yourself, or ... .”

Catherine smiled at her reflection and picked up her brush. She slowly began to comb her hair and simply enjoying her new seat. The heat that coursed through his body warmed her backside. She softly rocked her hips, enjoying the feel of her wet sex brushing against his body. Catherine could feel him shivering, but had no intention of easing up on him now.

“Oh, good morning Julia! You slept the whole night. Did you have any dreams?” He asked with a twinkle in his

"What's wrong with me?" She asked, completely astonished. "What the hell is wrong with you, are you crazy?!"

“What?” Jensen snaps, still in a whisper. “And when did you plan on telling me this? How do you even know about it? You know how dangerous and stupid this is? How stupid you’re being by coming here

“ Well, there’s nothing else on. I’m gonna take a nap, you can watch TV.”

He sat down, and fidgeted with his shirt sleeve, then turned to her, "Aww, come on, what does one kiss hurt?

Leering, Landon walks over to me. When he reaches me, he takes my hand into his and rests it on his côck.

“Don't you think I deserve a kiss for my efforts?” he asked. I removed his finger from my

Phyllis, looking for another beer moves closer to the target, slowly taping William on the shoulder. Exploiting a special smile, a little cleavage, and the stage is set, tilting the odds skyrocketing in her favor, all part of a routine designed to render her prey helpless. Once the Black Widow catches his attention he reacts as planned, slurring over his Scotch.

“Yeah, he gets tired a lot. Work must be too much for him” Angela added.

Awakened by her exploration, his hands began grinding against her in a more intense fashion. Jessie had honestly thought that Puck wanted to caress his chest and maybe, maybe, touch him, but this was something else entirely as he felt her fingers closed around him. Shivering, his lips searched for hers, their tongues playing against each other as he drank from her with lustful passion. "It feels very good," he whispered to her between kisses. "You know, just in case

Your breathing was labored; sweat clinging to various points on your body. You knew you had to get out, get away. But it seemed that with every turn you made, the walkers got nearer.

He loosely grabs onto his arm, trying his best not to make it look intimate. “People keep staring at us.. It’s making me nervous..” He let out a dissatisfied sigh over Akira’s shoulder. (-- removed HTML --)