The Wedding - Original Writing

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

She felt the strength in his arms as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. His hands gripping her back side as if he wanted to commit every last curve to memory. But it was the kiss that send her mind spinning. She moaned and met his passion with her own, her teeth catching his bottom lip and tugging as her body pressed firmly against his.

The pain hurried through her for just a moment before being replaced again by his caresses. It felt shocking good and was successful at making her listen to his next words. There was no hesitation as she nodded her head quickly, digging her nails in sheets a little as she restrained herself. There was always the natural urge to disobey, to take the control back but it went out like a light when the length of

With the hand that wasn't cuffed to his, Bailey slipped it between her legs touching herself. She felt how wet she was, how turned on he had made her. Getting her fingers damp she moved them back to his lips and slipped them into his mouth. In that moment she was trying something new, something she'd never done before. All her life Bailey had always been insecure about her body, she had always hidden her body from the world. That was until she had met Calahan, he knew just how to get her to come over of her shell, how to make her feel alive. Calahan had made her see that there wasn't anything to be afraid of, her body was a wonderland, but in her mind it was his. "I want you, too." She spoke as she moved her fingers from his mouth and kissed him one last time harder than

A fire burned within Virgil as her crimson lips pressed to his as he leaned in for the first kiss. She was sitting on the soft cover of the bed, even smaller than usual, and he had to bend down to kiss her, carrying her back slightly as he pressed forward. He was not forceful but he was insistent, any uncertainty banished from his mind as the guilt over what they were about to do was subsumed by the actual doing of the deed.

He wasted no time in lining his engorged member up with the slit desperately waiting to receive it. The smell of her was in his nostrils, sweat and need and desire, and his shaft throbbed in time with his heartbeats. He swiftly mounted her from behind, allowing his talons to rest on her shoulders while he leaned forward. Gravity and his own weight did the rest of the work, allowing his member to bury itself inside her warmth from its triangular head to the protruding knot at the base. They moaned in unison as they were joined, she from the sensation of having the aching emptiness inside her filled and he from the pleasure as her inner walls clamped around his cock.

He could feel her saliva lubricating him, allowing him to push further into her waiting throat, he loved the way she looked up at him as she sucked his cock, she had such a filthy look in her eyes it drove him crazyShe felt his big cock sliding in and out of her mouth and throat, she was powerless to prevent it, it was a huge turn on and she felt her already throbbing pussy, grow warm and wet. She could tell he was loving it by the grunts and groans he was making, she longed for him to cum in her mouth so that she could taste his sweet juices, she knew he was close as the pace quickened and the thrusting more intense. At the last second he pulled back shooting hot streams on to her tongue, her lips and faceSteven was breathing hard, his cock still hard, glistening with a mixture of Jessica's saliva and his own juices. He walked around the bed, looking intently at Jessica's tied ankles, following them up to her spread thighs, and exposed pussy. His eyes savored her soft pink lips, moist and inviting, following them up to the tight puckered bud of her

“One thing you never do is tell a person thank you when they help you out. Please don’t talk to my daddy about this because he’s doing me a favor not you.” Mike felt a little funny about her statement because of the things Luke said about her. “What’s wrong Mike?”

As soon as he stepped into the alcove, two hands were upon his chest, fingers gripping his shirt and pulling him forwards. Then he felt her breath against the nape of his neck, heard her voice low and husky on his

I understand you, i know you love her too much but what would you get by this all ?...rather then messing up your whole life , why don't you move on?. Life is not in a girl , think about your family . Trust me, i am doing nothing. I don't call her at that time, i told her every time not to come at my house at night. i know its really feel bad but you have to talk to her rather than talking to

It only continued to build however until she felt a soft yet strange vibration moving over her, that was all it took for her to finally give into all of this. Her back would arch upwards slightly, her stomach tightening as her insides contracted as the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced shot through her body sending a string of ah's and mm's from her lips as it moved through her. She could feel her fluids gushing from her as she climaxed her body in an almost constant motion from her toes curling to her body shifting forward as she buried her face into the covers once again mufflings her moans. It wasn't long before she would come back to earth, that wonderful feeling not lasting nearly long enough. Breathing heavily as she tried to regain her composure refusing to even look back at him after all of this, she was so ashamed but despite that, she still found herself craving more. She finally gained the courage to push her upper body from the bed and turn to face him, eyes meeting his for only a moment before diverting away. Her cheeks were flushed feeling a bit lost in all of this as she sat waiting for him to say something vulgar or degrading automatically assuming the worse. It didn't feel natural to her, maybe because she had never experienced anything like that before or maybe because he was a vampire but it caused her to feel so

Three tier with white frosting. Just how she wanted it. Her family was setting up the chairs. The spring blossoms made a wonderful ---- at the end of the isle. George will arrive soon. As well as the guests. Hearing a knock on the church room’s door she goes to answer. It’s the pastor who will wed them. A friend of her family for many years. “What a lovely sight.” “Oh, thank you.” She blushes. “We’ll be ready soon.” She tells him. “Very well. I’ll seat the guests.” “Thank you pastor.” She replies. Going back to her room, she admires the white dress lying on the bed. Her mother insisted she make for her. Her long white veil was the same one her mother wore on her wedding day. Once her dress is on, her mother comes into the room. “Beautiful.” Is all she says. “Really?” she asks. “George is a very lucky man.” Her mother says. Standing in front of the mirror, she looks at herself. She did look beautiful. Her mother walks up to her. “Now the veil.” Pinning the veil into her hair, she lowers it over her face. “I’ll go find my seat.” With one last hug, her mother leaves. “You look just like your mother.” She turns to see her father standing in the doorway. She smiles. “I’m ready.” “Very well then.” He holds his arm out to her. They walk to the door that opens to the aisle. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and imagines the future George and her will have. One where the love for each other grows even more every day. The children their bound to bring

Her knees went weak and her body cold as this man pushed her to the floor, her hands snagging on her china as she went down. Soft tears welled in her eyes and dropped to the floor, mixing with the blood of her hands. Tears now spilling down her face, she wiped her hands across her top, across the railing as climbed up the stairs. She shuffled into her room, slamming the door behind her. She could hear the leather, pounding up the stairs after her, moving quickly to the door she stood behind, stopping for a moment as the handle turned and the door swung open. His expression was so kind, so familiar, for a moment she forgot the blood on her hands, on the railing, and on the floor. For a moment, she felt safe, her prince charming here to save her. But as his bare knuckles struck her flawless face, her shoulders hitting the cold ground, she came to the

For the revision of The Wedding, I used the rubic and the instructor’s critiques. I changed the opening into an attention getter suggested by the instructor. I also chose the perspective of the main character to add more depth to the poem. I took the dramatic tension and gave more life to that so I could tie it into the character’s perspective. I changed the ending to make it more effective for this poem using the thirteen ways of looking at revision.

"Whats for dinner, Mom? " I couldn 't help the smile that broke out on my face upon hearing those words. The last-meal-of the month had become an eagerly awaited family adventure and I 'll admit, I enjoyed the challenge.