The Hottest Sex - Original Writing

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.

“He leans down and kisses me, his fingers still moving rhythmically inside me, his thumb circling and pressing. His other hand scoops my hair off my head and holds my head in place. His tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claiming me. My legs begin to stiffen as I push against his hand. He gentles his hand, so I’m brought back from the brink ... I come instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him … then I’m building again … I climax anew, calling out his name.” (pg. 195, 196)

He was the most gentle lover, I had ever known, yet, the simplest touch from him, stimulated every fiber of my being; I felt I would go insane if he did not take me soon… When his mouth lowered to my pleasure place, I immediately climaxed and then cried because it was not what I wanted, not yet. He rose and entered me, causing a continuation of my orgasm that seemed to go on forever; I thought I would die from the immense pleasure he was giving me. His eyes watched me; even as he kissed me, he never closed his eyes. Not, until it was time to let loose his juices. Eye to eye, I watched him. I wondered how it felt for him. Did it feel the same? Did it feel better than what I

Today was my first edge in a hospital how exciting lol. I was at the hospital all night with my best friend who is having a baby so I couldn't quite edge in my bed in the morning. My Master still required me to edge though so I went to one of the bathrooms here at the hospital. I had to put in my plug for the day anyways. Once I got to the bathroom and got into a stall I stuck my hand down my pants immediately. I was already wet what a shocker. I started to push two fingers into my pussy. Fucking it with them. I used the other hand and started to rub my clit while I fucked my pussy. It felt so fucking good like really good. I really wanted to cum but cumming without my Masters permission would not have ended well for me. I was really wet after this so I wiped up my pussy juices and licked them up off of my hand. Again really counterproductive.

The Hot Zone, by Richard Preston, is a non-fiction story about the deadly virus (Ebola) spreading throughout the world. Certain strains of this virus are 90% fatal, and cause horrible symptoms, such as facial drooping, muscle aches, reddened eyes, and puking. The Ebola virus was traced back to a man named Charles Monet. After Monet, the virus spread rapidly, and it was leaving no survivors.

The Hot Zone creates a sense of both vivdness and danger. Author Richard Preston creates an environment that draws the reader into his narrative, making us aware of the “non-fiction” aspect of the book and the consequences its contents might have on our own lives.

The feeling was so completely overwhelming, having both holes filled with the two thick cocks that she could barely move. She began to slowly rock her pelvis, and taking their cue from her, the men began to pump in and out of her.

In The Hot Zone by Richard Preston, the three major themes repeatedly emphasized are predator versus prey, sacrifice, and going against the odds. The book uses the struggle to contain and exterminate the filoviruses to convey these three ideas. It treats the filoviruses as a predator, and the humans as the prey. It enforces this idea over and over again by using animalistic qualities to describe the humans and the filoviruses, giving them both the same amount of consciousness and personality. “The Ebola Zaire strain was nearly twice as lethal as Ebola Sudan. It seemed to emerge out of the stillness of an implacable force brooding on an inscrutable intention.” Constantly, the scientists, veterinarians, and doctors do everything they can

When I get to your pussy I flick my tongue up and down and making it go deep as I can while your moaning my name then you say it's my turn daddy and you start grabbing and jerking on my hard dick while also sucking on it I start moaning your name because your head game is amazing so as I'm about to cum from you giving me head I pull my hard dick out of your mouth and cum all over your face watching it drip onto your breasts I pick you up wrap your legs around my waist and start making you bounce up and down on my dick I can tell you are enjoying it because starting to moan louder and louder so I throw you back down on the bed and penetrate your tight little pussy with my hard cock slowly stroking at first to loosen it up then speeding up as you keep saying faster daddy faster then I start pounding your pussy hard to were the bed is shaking to the point where the head board is hitting the wall then I take my hard cock out of your tight pussy and shove it deep in your ass pounding it til your screaming my name and moaning every time I stroke it then after I'm done with that I pull out and cum all over your breast and stomach watching you squirm and trying to get up and walk but you can't cause daddy fucked you so hard then I start eating you out again because your to tired to do anything else so I get you to sit on my face while I eat your tight pussy to the point where my face is literally dripping your cum from it after that we cuddle then you start giving daddy an attitude on

'Sex Without Love,' by Sharon Olds passionately described the author's disgust for casual sex in which she vividly animates the immorality of lustful sex through the variety of her language. The sarcasm used in this selection can easily be misunderstood and quite confusing if the words and lines are not analyzed with specific construction. Olds' clever use of imagery and frequent uses of similes, to make the reader imagine actual events, makes this poem come to life. For example, Olds describes making love as 'Beautiful as dancers.' (Line #2) in this line, she questions how one can do such a beautiful act with a person whom one is not in love with. Olds also describes sex as 'gliding over each other

With horrifying details and graphic evidence that could scare even the toughest of people, Richard Preston tells the story of any American’s worst nightmare in his nonfiction novel; The Hot Zone. The words on the cover, “A Terrifying True Story”, make it more than clear to the reader that what they are about to read are some true facts that most would be hesitant to believe.

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.

Dr. Tatiana’s Sex Advice to All Creation, written by Olivia Judson, mimics a Dear Abby column in a newspaper, in which her audience, ranges from a honeybee to spotted hyena, write-in and ask for help with their sex lives. She covers a slew of different sex topics, some more pleasant than others, such as incest, cannibalism, promiscuousness, and asexual reproduction. The book is truly a witty yet entertaining excursion of the natural history and the evolutionary biology of sex. Judson’s objective is to teach her audience about biology, specifically sexual biology.

Lmao I 'm not good at this but bare with me! Well if you were home I would snuggle up with you in our bed and of course you would start to kiss on my neck until you make your way down to my breast where you 'll suck and nibble, almost biting(you know I like pain) you 'll then caress and kiss my body making your way down to my inner thighs driving me absolutely crazy! My soft moans will get louder as you rub my clit until my panites are soak and wet you 'll then pull them off and start to eat me out as I moan and scream don 't stop until you unecpectedly rub your body against mines then ram your dick inside of me causing me to feel pain yet pleasure as I continue to scream louder and louder knowing I 'm about to climax as I feel your jerking deep inside of me until you bust. Then we 'll take a shower together I 'll wash your body as you wash mines.

Sharon Olds’ poem “Sex Without Love” wonders at the ability for two people to have sex and not involve emotions or pretenses of love. The poem argues that it is better to have sex without love under the premise that love is a false savior for people, and everyone is all alone anyhow. In other words, the claim is that personal interactions do not serve a purpose other than being a distraction, and they will inevitably end. However, the notion that attachment and love are false hopes for people and each person is all alone does not account for the inevitability of human interactions and the underlying importance of relationships. While the poem does not give its definition of being alone, complete isolation is virtually impossible and leads