Trapped In Louis-Personal Narrative

What started with the intent to be nothing more than a peck soon became a total makeout session. By the time he’d carried me to the bedroom, we were both rock hard and full of desire. Before letting myself sleep, we got intimate.

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

From across the room, I felt his eyes upon me. Louis had us seated at a table near a window overlooking the slow flowing muddy river. Myles Laveau sat across the room, his dinner companion’s back was toward the room and to me- I was seething with a need to view her face. Why was I feeling this way, he was not mine… I had no right to be angry. I had Louis to my left and Boudreaux to my right, but wanted what was out of reach- at least for the moment. I knew I could have him again; Myles Laveau affected me the same way the flame-haired woman had, but unlike her, he made himself available. The simplest touch from him sent quivers through my pleasure place; just the touch of his eyes upon me had me quivering with desire for him, and

The sensation of a moist tongue swirling around the indentation of his navel woke Booker from a restful sleep and groaning softly, he opened his eyes to the sight of Tom's brown hair bobbing in front of him. A lazy smile played over his lips, and he lovingly ran his fingers through the soft peaks of his lover’s mussed-up tresses. “Mmm, you should wake me up like this every morning.”

I loved Louis and craved his touch… wished he would hurry home, but in the same thought desired Boudreaux… I wanted to be with him; my body burned with desire for his touch. I stood quickly and told Angelique that I must leave; I needed to rest before the Feast of Ghouls that was to take place in the Place d' Armes later that night.

Paul hushed him with a gentle kiss, never tiring of the sensation. He rid himself of his own pants, now as revealed as the other. Joseph took the fingers that were cupping his face into his mouth, rolling his tongue over each of the digits diligently. Paul let out a deep groan “My god Warren, one day I’m gonna have to put that mouth of yours to good use.” Joseph smirked around his fingers, running his tongue along the side of his middle finger. The fingers were pulled away and his mouth was busied with kissing along Paul’s neck. Paul pushed his legs out wider “You still wanna keep going?” He asked softly, because if they were going to do this, they both had to want it. Joseph nodded quickly “Oh god yes. You have no idea” And with that, Paul slid a finger in slowly, making sure to make it more pleasurable than painful. When Joseph was comfortable he added another finger, stretching him out slowly. Joseph arched his back, moaning at the unfamiliar sensation and trying to adjust to the odd feeling. Paul stroked the smaller man’s cock gently as he spread his fingers, Joseph rocking into his touch, so lost in the feeling, he almost didn’t notice the third finger slide in next to the others. Once he was open enough, Paul slicked himself up and pushed in slowly, rolling his hips. Warren clung to him, eyes clenched shut in pain and

His hand moved to caress her face with light, gentle strokes, his hand glided around to cup the back of her neck. He angled her face to the position he desired, his firm mouth insistent and relentless in his passionate attack on her senses. He licked her sweet lips in slow, luscious strokes savoring the taste of this woman that inflamed his desire beyond reason. His tongue lightly probed the sealed seam of her lips till they parted with a slight sigh with his gentle

“I don’t want us to stop seeing one another,” I whispered. “I need you, Boudreaux.” and I did need him. It was as much my fault as his that we had become lovers, and no matter what, I did not want that to change. I loved Louis, but I also loved Boudreaux; I knew that. Setting there touching him… his scent surrounding me, I wanted him badly. I was glad I remembered to bring the jar Marie had given me- for if my calculations were correct, I would need it to prevent pregnancy.

He adored the way the light fell upon her loose blonde curls, how the blue of her eyes nearly lit up the room like a lit candle. Everything about her radiated perfection of the finest degree. Even as he stood there upon the dock, his thoughts wandering to the one night he had shared with her before being whisked off into the frenzy of war; he could feel the very tips of his fingers buzz with pent-up electricity. It was as if his body had memorized the way her soft curves felt, hands aching to trace the small of her back, the dip of her hips… She was intoxicating him, like two glasses of the finest wine money could

The pink glittery ink shined on the napkin against Louis’s dark blue ink. The I’s were dotted and the T’s were crossed. The deal was that if Louis and I were still single when we were thirty then we would marry each other. Louis had recently turned thirteen, so he was afraid of being alone forever. His pimpled face was one that the girls around us did not find attractive. My braces were almost as repelling as the cat graphic t-shirts my mom bought me.

We were drinking wine as we strolled, as was most everyone else, and the wine had relaxed my body and my mind to the point were I was swaying, sashaying along without a care in the world. However, the wine caused holding Boudreaux’s hand to be a sensual affair. It had me wanting to throw him on the ground and rape him- his appeal was so strong, I could study nothing but him. Fear gripped my stomach when I thought him lost, but then he was beside me holding onto my waist. I collapsed against him and hugged him to me. I could feel the heat generating from his body and turned my face up to looked up into his eyes. For a moment, I felt it was not him, but figured it was the mask - then I looked at his hair - his blonde mane was moist with dew but I knew it was he. We walked

her senses, but he refused to let her go. He pulled her closer to him

Three years ago, a sixteenth birthday gave me a 1998 Buick LeSabre to call my very own. Extremely grateful as a young teenager, I drove it everywhere becoming a close companion with it. As the years have past, the excitement began to wear off, growing into a love-hate relationship with the now high-maintenance car. It constantly asks for more money to be spent on it, such as gas or new tires, and it has driven us apart. The LeSabre was my first, but I do not know if we are right for each other anymore; so I began looking at other cars. Concerned for the future, hybrid vehicles seduced me into its consideration. Alluring promises to help save the planet with its independence of fossil fuels, and to save money with lower gas consumption, gave

I breathed deeply and began again. “If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, / Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch, / If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you . . .”

As soon as I said those words he grabbed me and passionatly kissed me so aggressive but sensual all at the same time. I could feel myself melting into him, as if he was sucking my soul right out of my body and into his. All that time exchanging e-mails created a huge build up that was finally released. He backed up and said "hmmm your lips taste so sweet". I didn 't even have a chance to reply when he pulled me back in for another soul sucking kiss. I start ripping off his clothes as we continued to kiss. Trying the best I could , I felt like I was panicing just grabing and pulling off whatever I could. He then spun me around, grabbed my hips very firmly and pushed himself into me and whispered in my ear, "you feel that? hmmm? You want that?". "Yes" I softy said. He grabbed the back of my hair, gently tiping my head back and said "I didn 't hear you, say it again". "YES! YES! YES!", I shouted. "Good girl", he answered "how bad do you want me to fuck you" he said then ran his tounge down my neck , pulling my hips into his even more. "Bad, really fucking bad", I said. He moaned a bit , with one hand holding on to me and the other running over my whole body like he was trying to memorize every inch of me and said "Yeah?" He then bent me right over the end of the bed and pushed himself inside of me. The amount of ecstay I was feeling at that very moment was astounding. I haven 't felt like this so long, the excitement, the rush, the pleasure , the lust. As