Short Story: Beautiful Girl Murdered By Massie Block

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 this evening, there was a new intimate sensuality intimate that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. Having kicked his boxers completely off, his satiated cock pressed to the warm flesh of her thigh their abodomens melded together as he prised her legs apart with his knee. It was an intimacy that he wouldn't have been capable of describing, and caused a pleasurable euphoric sensation of pure contentment and adoration

“For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection on her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.”

Veronica fell on the bed, closing her tired eyes. Well, what a day it was! She almost became a woman of easy virtue! But how could one blame her, if she had never experienced such pleasure! Maybe her ex-boyfriends did not understand her? In fact, besides caresses, Veronica had never had anything...

Mary Maloney is waiting at home for her husband, who she loves so much, to come home from work. When he gets home, he tells Mary some upsetting about wanting out of the relationship. Mary is very upset and confused by the news and reacts by killing her husband by striking him on the back of the head with a frozen leg of lamb. Mary is not guilty of first-degree murder, but instead suffers from diminished capacity. She does not commit first-degree murder because she does not premeditate the murder, she suffers from many overwhelming emotions causing her to not think clearly, and she is unable to determine right from wrong.

It was just for one night, thought she as she closed the window. The wind is howling and the rain is conducting a symphony of drums against the glass. She turns around and starts walking across the room, the white carpet is soft underneath her bare feet, as she walks to her chair, fixing up her mess of long, beautiful black hair into a messy bun. She has the hair of a Disney princess and the school thought she's one of the most beautiful girls in the entire class, with eyes of ice and a heart of gold. Underneath the mountain of clothes she has yet to put away she finds a towel and hands it to Roman. He takes it from her, their hands lightly touch and he flashes that million dollar, white as snow smile. His dad must be drinking again. Why else

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.

“Who knows, perhaps a lovers quarrel?” He watched her step into her green taffeta dress, the daring décolletage exposing an enticing glimpse of her breasts, swollen from their earlier lovemaking. It was ruthless to deceive her, but he required her prolonged support and the information she passed

Once the alarm went off, both girls groaned wanting to sleep for another hour. Unfortunately, dinner with the Hollis' was happening very shortly. Both girls got out of their bed and walked over to the bathroom to freshen up. Carmilla washed her face as Laura brushed her teeth, vice versa. Once they we're woken up, Carmilla walked over to her dresser while Laura walked over to her closet. Laura pulled out a lovely form fitting black dress that showed off her neck and her toned arms. Carmilla slid into her infamous leather pants, threw on a black tank, and topped it with a black blazer with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. "Hey Laura, can you pass me my red heels?"

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed 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 respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

Seconds had seemed to pass like minutes and minutes like hours. They were addicted, or in love. Neither had been able to distinguish which. He'd spent the days doing everything in his power to find a distraction, pouring himself into his work nine-to-five and then letting a drink, or ten, settle him in the evening. They had tried tirelessly to find a balance but somehow couldn't tune themselves to vibrate on the same frequency. They stood close, cramped up in a corner by clubbers completely oblivious to the energy flowing between them. His surprise to see her was shadowed by the fire in his stomach, he couldn't take his eyes away from her lips, his own tingling with longing for their

He did not want to scare her away. His footfalls are audible in the silent night, reaching out to her, each step bringing them closer together. Their turmoil of emotions rivals a hurricane, fear, fury and rage but most of all love shines in her eyes. Pure adoration is reflected in his. One foot forward, step by step, the space between them ceased to exist. Prowling forward, pushing her backwards into the building and onto the elevator, he corners her. Unnerved, she stands still in disbelief, doubting that he is really here. Staring at his face, his chiseled jaw, the definition in his shoulders, it seemed that wherever he went he had been worked hard. A calloused hand comes up and brushes a strand of hair from her face.

He could feel her next to him, holding tightly onto his hand as they trekked through the quiet city. The sheer beauty invaded every ounce of his being, filling him with a feeling that could only be described as breathtaking, overwhelming joy. Her smile, beautifully illuminated by the lights around them, refused to dull. The world around them seemed to disappear with every small kiss they stole from each

"We made no promises- of writing, or of meeting again. Somehow, our relationship seemed complete and whole; as though it had been destined to blossom for those two days. A courting and marriage and a living together had been compresses, perfectly, into one summer

His steps were light, the smile on his face beamed brightly, and the Army veteran felt giddy as he walked back towards Zai, the last from the effects of the alcohol he'd drunk, or for the woman he proffered his hand to, and requested to dance, he wasn't certain. Most likely the latter. He'd had his fun on the pool-table, and had enjoyed showing off for her, and allowing her to witness a Kyle that she possibly hadn't seen previously. He'd sensed her eyes upon him as he played, and loved every moment of it, the glances and smiles they'd exchanged as with his arms outstretched on the felt, and his eyes lining up the next shot, he'd looked up, and there she'd appraising him. And, in return, he'd done the same when she was unaware.

The look in his eye bared his soul, and she now knew why he left her alone. Loneliness tugged deep, yet she smiled, breathing in the aroma of her home. This is the last time, he said, the last time before I really let go.