Personal Narrative: Sliding Down The Razorblades Of Life

Olivia went down first and, “Well”, she fell right away smack on her butt just like I did when I was at the rope.

He came out the shadows after her, making noises again, and she was running and laughing wildly, all her fear sucked up by the thrill. He caught her and swung her around, and she couldn’t breath.

Then it was time for her to go and the nurse pushed her down the River.

“Come with me.” He forced her along until they reached the rocks. Shielded from the curious group, he dragged her against him. No space separated his rock-solid chest from the bodice of her jacket. She pressed her hand against him and Jake snatched the bonnet from her head HOW WOULD SHE DESCRIBE HERSELFletting her stream . hair streamed over her shoulders and the wind blew several strands across her face. Jake’s fingertips slid them to one side.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

He slapped her across the face and she immediately felt blood trickling down her chin as she fell against the desk and then slid to the floor.

To be treated like a whore." His tone lowered, and his hand completely tore away Lexi's bra, before a groan came from his mouth as she took him back in, more deeply than before, and he sank his digits back into her count. The hand left her tit, and he planted it on the back of her head, "Just like you, Lexi. You're fucking dripping. Don't tell me you don't like it, bitch, you fucking love it.". His palm slapped her folds again as her hips pumped up against his digits, and he rammed two fingers back inside her. His arm moved with his hips, fucking Lexi's tight, and now soaked cunt with his fingers as he fucked her mouth. The bed bouncing with the increased urgency, he panted and groaned, and goaded her with each time. His thumb pressed against her clit, then suddenly he gripped her hair, and pulled her head from his manhood, and threw her backwards on the

Sofia was at the desk, and as his mouth dropped open at the sight of her shirt coming off, and girl sinking to her knees with paddle in mouth, he gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head. The only problem was that he'd forgotten about her bra, and ordered her to remove just the shirt. As his gaze unashamedly moved to her cleavage, and Stuart licked his lips, and squirmed in the seat, he considered ordering her to she remove the bra as well, but decided against it. That'd make it appear as if he were a novice, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of her their very first night together. Instead, in a croaky voice that emanated from a parched throat, Stuart Thomson forced another compliment, "Nice tits, bitch," and watched her crawl across the floor toward him with ever widening eyes and shortening breath. A woman was actually on her knees, and crawling. For him? This was so fucking

“Shut up and drink the tea. Don’t get ahead of yourself; ultimately, you are just a mere guest of the many I had previously.”

On June 4, I died. Well, metaphorically speaking. Let me rephrase that— I was reborn.

“You like seeing a girl, do this do you. You filthy pigs. All men are the same. All they want is pussy. well look at my big pussy, look at my big swollen clit.” said Vicki as she moaned and started to gyrate her hips in front of the two young men who were sitting looking at the show.

Gurid moved in. He leaned over her body and with rough, calloused hands, squeezed her breasts too hard. Pain shot through Joan. She’d never been handled like this and it was more awful than she could have imagined, and they hadn’t even gotten to the truly horrible

He stood barefoot on the mat behind her, wearing only a t-shirt and gym shorts. He apologized for startling her as he moved to stand closer to her. She stood mesmerized by his green eyes. "Don't let me stop you. Keep going," the man said in a soft voice. In response, the woman moved her feet apart and bent at the waist, moving her hands forward on the mat. She could sense the man moving closer, but it still took her breath away when she felt him behind her. She closed her eyes and a contented sigh escaped her as the man brought his hands to her waist. She held the pose, her body inviting the man to .... He continued to hold her waist as

One fist coming up far to quickly for the woman to stop. The familar sound of bone snapping could be heard as the woman that had been bitching stumbled back. "See now if you had asked nicely I might have let you join me. But as I said...fuck off." Brenna looked up as gaurd walked in. Water still dripping down her naked body, "Someone causing trouble in here?" the female officer asked. "Nope no trouble at all, she just wanted to borrow some soap." Brenna smiled and turned back to the water. The woman

“Ayyyeee!” yelling, he bent down and gripped her ankles, dragging her across the rugged ground.