The Inside A Long Corridor

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

I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.

I unlock the metal gate and climb onto the front patio. Before me stands a two-story house with newly-refurbished windows and a fresh coat of white paint. I admire the house’s beauty as I stroll past it. I walk through a crowded path of mohintli, white laelia, tithonia, and dahlias that seem to guide me to the real reason I am at this address. After moving the branches of some avocado trees out of the way, I finally find the treasure I am seeking: a small rose-colored house with just two windows and two rooms. With the key my father gave me, I open the doors to enter the rooms. The light switch does not work, so only shadows are present in the room. Giant cracks graze the walls like the markings of a lion. On the ceiling, an intricate flower design shines proudly with the rest of the room, slowly losing its will to decay. Only broken furniture stands in the corners of the room, ashamed to be present in front of a girl from the North. After taking a deep breath to calm my emotions, I lock the door, look to the sky, and walk back to the house I am staying at with my

I took a deep breath as I walked through the doorway. The door was stuck open, hanging on just one of its hinges. It was clear that no one had been near this place in a long time. As I entered, a stench hit me. It smelt sickly sweet, almost like rotten fairy floss. I looked around the room at the faded and ripped wallpaper, and the broken furniture. The air was so thick with dust it was almost impossible to breathe, and everything was thickly covered with dust. The little light there was came from the cracks in the yellowed blinds.

ln Atwood’s essay about Nineteen Eighty-Four, the lesson that was learned is that not everything is not as it seems. Atwood summarizes the book and explains the importance of Room 101, and how it is not only a metaphorical figure. She teaches the reader how the problems that are in Nineteen Eighty-Four are not only issues that are in a book, but how they occur in our world today.

“Oh,” Valerie whimpered as she was caught between a knotting thrust of Serenity’s fake cock and her brother’s equally determined hilting thrust. The feeling of the combined cocks expanding and pounding her body caused Valerie to reach her first peak. “Mhm,” Valerie moaned, as her body tightened it’s hold on the invading members. Dripping her sexual juices onto Serenity Valerie closed her eyes and just let her brother take hold of her. The feeling of her brother’s tight grip on her arms as he continued to plow into her tight tail hole only made Valerie’s orgasm stronger. With Serenity determined to match Zander blow for blow, Valerie’s first orgasm was merely a false summit on her climb to true, overwhelming pleasure.

William picked up the half-pint of Jameson and drained the bottle in one shot. He stood up and made his way out of the office, lacking any vim or vigor in his step. The fifteen minutes of missionary position sex with Mary promised to be as enjoyable as a farmhouse chore. Before he left the office, William texted his security detail to plan on a trip into Hartford early next week. William hoped the prospect of a visit to the massage parlor would fill his imagination with enough prurient fuel to coax his loins into action when he slipped into his marital bed.

“Show me your bear, Logan” she moaned into the tile. The steam of the shower coated her body with dew, and her body slid onto his cock easily. She pressed her body back, sending his cock deep into her pussy. She continued to press her body up and down his cock, hoping his patience would crack, and he would give her what she wanted. She turned her head to look at him, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples into pert mounds of sensitive nerves. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth before she gently sucked her finger into her mouth. She reached beneath her body and rubbed her clit as Logan began to pound into her pussy. She moaned his name into the shower, its echoes urging him harder and faster. He took a firm hold of the back of her neck, and continued his ravishing of her

The chief offered his hand and escorted Dana to the next area. A force field dropped and lights popped on ahead of them, leading down a circular corridor, Dana recognized the place. They were in the old mines. Now, these mines were transformed into sheen tunnels, led to rooms with protected secrets for the future. Her heart pounded faster with excitement plumbing through her veins.

I maneuvered down the dark hall on the second floor until I could no longer hear anything. I pressed my back against the wall eager to clear my head and catch my breath. As I rested I remembered the art room was nearby. It was rarely used and far from the celebration. It would be a suitable place to hide.

A foot long torch sat above me nailed into a large oaken branch. I followed the branch to the left and saw it connect to a gigantic tree trunk. I knew exactly where I was, I just didn’t know why. Once I reached the bottom of the stairs I was consumed with light beaming in from the paneled windows that covered two whole walls on the far side of the room. There in one corner sat my crafting table and my furnace side by side. Opposite of the two block objects, was a 8 foot long wooden chest. On top of the chest there was a brown leather satchel or perhaps messenger bag you could say. Without thinking I grabbed it and slung it over my shoulder and started to look through the

The tip slid in easily, then the rest of the shaft with more effort. She sucked hard, the walls of her mouth clenching tightly around the pole as it elongated inside her. The erection poked her throat as the member stood proudly and instantly in reaction to her warmth and wetness, and it oozed salt and manliness the more she sucked. The delicate flesh near the head almost melted inside her mouth whenever her tongue swirled and twirled around it. Her top lips covered her teeth like a coat, while her bottom lips twisted as she sucked the shaft and felt its pulse. The base of her tongue found itself teasing the wattle whenever the cock stabbed her throat, and the tip of her tongue tickled the head whenever the dragon was retreating to the entrance. Within minutes her face was flushing red, her eyes were teary, and she was panting with a breath full of cock and

This odd creature approaches, scoops Becky up with one-hand, and holds her up so he can look at her better. His hand wraps easily around her. He brings her closer to his face and sticks his tongue out to lap up her juices. It is so large it covers her entire pussy. Her clit throbs with need and she clinches in spasms of need.

There were numerous doors and stairs leading to different places. The place had an unpleasant reek of mold on the bleak walls. The only light source came from chandelier attached to the roof of the building which seemed to be miles away from the ground.

Krakenne slumped forward as he eyes opened and took in the several block wide flood she’d caused and cared little that she was now stomach and chest down in the mess, she noted a few screaming people crying out just before her cum drug them beneath the sticky white waves and she squirmed as she felt her member, pinned against her belly and the ground twitch angrily and give off a few, last thick spurts before she felt the usual post orgasm throbs as it finally came to