Vivian's Life-Personal Narrative

Pinching a rosy pink nipple between his fingers and twisting, Adam cracked his palm hard enough against her butt cheek to leave an imprint on the taut flesh. "My teenage slut. Can never get enough, can you, not even after last night. Should I stop Sophie, or do want me to screw you like the dirty whore you truly are?" The man smirked, "If that's what you want, then beg for it. Let me hear how bad you need a cock shoved in your tight, little cunt." With his challenge hanging in the air, Levine's head dropped again, and his mouth, lips and tongue went to work on her clit, to urge her on

Tom lowered his body so he was sitting on Booker’s thighs, but his lover’s finger remained inside him, gently massaging his prostate and the double stimulation had him panting with hot desire. “I’m close… I’m close,” he gasped, his body squirming with pleasure. “Oh, God… oh, fuck… oh oh oh oh OOOH!”

“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.

He slowly began to spread her open with his tip and, in a voice husky with arousal, and tinged with humour, whispered next to her ear, "I love it when they beg." Then, with his shaft slick with Lexi's own juices, he pressed his hips forward and forced the first inch of his cock past the resistant ring of muscle. Karl was so close already, and aware that he'd not be able to last long. That was probably the only relief Lexi had to look forward to; the final act of degradation was but a minute

When the older man's hand moved to Lavi's cock he flinched, shuddering as pain wracked his body. Sheril's other arm wrapped around the teen's waist to pull him close, moving his lips to Lavi's neck and running kisses along his collarbone. Lavi felt heat flood through him Sheril assaulted him and reflexively started pushing at the older man's shoulders. As futile as he knew it was, it still worked to stop Sheril from going further, though Lavi realized then that he probably would've been better off letting Sheril do whatever he

She groaned lewdly as she felt his fingertips brush up against the puckered ring of her ass, teasing the tender hole with a small, circling rhythm. The hand pulled away for a moment, and when it returned the digit was covered in something warm and wet. Saliva, she figured. Her body tensed up as she felt the finger pushing up against the opening, wiggling back and forth as it sought to penetrate the virgin hole. Zaelith had always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock pounding her from behind, stretching her ass and filling her bowels with a hot load of cum, but this woman had obviously never tried it. Her body was instinctively clenching up, trying to push out the invading finger and turning it into an almost painful experience. Well, if Zaelith had anything to say about it this body would be a perfect fucktoy by the end of the night, ready and willing to accomodate a man in any

Every man needs a strong woman. In the novel, A Lesson Before Dying, Vivian, Grant’s girlfriend, is more than just a “strong woman.” She knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to express her feelings. Although the majority of the novel’s attention is directed to Grant and Jefferson, Vivian as well deserves attention because she is a complex and well—developed character. Yes, Grant and Jefferson have their issues that need attention, but everyone has their problems and needs someone to lean on at least once in their life. For example, Grant says, “Let’s go somewhere and spend the night. Baton Rouge, New Orleans—anywhere,” only thinking of himself. However, it’s not and what he wants; it’s what she needs, what Vivian needs.

I walked the halls of my building office, my assistants following me like lost puppies. "Leave" I commanded and they did so. I, Viviana Maria Dian, will not have people follow her around, it is absolutely annoying. I am not like the rest of my family, they love having people admire them and follow them, see, they're one of the richest people in the United States. I want people to fear me, they now do, I do not wish to inherit the family business, I have my own, I do not want to break down my walls, it's pointless. I am a cold blooded killer.

“Finding Vivian Maier” is a documentary about a nanny who took photos prolifically. Her stunning photos were not fully appreciated until right before her death. She was a quiet woman that kept to herself. Some were afraid to approach her and thought she was left of center. Still, she was non-threatening enough for her to get close to those she photographed.

Before she could turn around, he pressed forward, forcing her against the side of the mule and making his needs clear. She teased and pushed against him with her hips and in a swift movement he entered her.

His fingers hooked through the belt loops on her jeans as his tongue swirled around her stomach and she brought her fingers to his hair, not wanting him to stop. Instead of sliding off her pants and she expected, he sat back unto his knees, pulling his own shirt off.

First performed in 1995, Margaret Edson’s play, W;t (Wit) journeys into the mind of Doctor Vivian Bearing, a scholar of Donne’s Holy Sonnets and terminally ill cancer patient. In her final two hours of life, Bearing reflects upon her attempts to reconcile the disease and her impending death along with her life as a professor (Edson). Edson’s literature introduces us to the abstract concept of pain. While enlightening, words alone cannot sufficiently communicate the transcendental idea. Fortunately for us, Wit was adapted into a movie several years after its debut. This format enables us to visually conceive the physical manifestation of pain, allowing us to create a stronger connection to the work as a whole. It is essential to note that

Nyame tried to stay still, just barely halting herself from grinding against him like she wanted. But his denial, those words stroked her pussy to a building pitch that was making her want to disobey. Her hips were wiggling when she felt the sting of his slap and there was a sharp cry out before she smothered her groan in the sheets.

Addison gawked at the stockings, gathered them into a tight bundle, lifted her head and stared at Megan with her mouth agape. She swallowed hard and licked her lips as her breathing accelerated, aroused in ways she had never before experienced.

Bass threaded his hands through her hair as he licked her lips. “Always,” he answered, rolling them over. Pulling a leg up over his hip, Bass thrust up inside her, causing Charlie to cry out as she arched her back, offering up her breasts to his mouth. Bass swirled his tongue around her pink, pebbled nipples before tugging gently at them with his teeth. Shifting, he settled more squarely between her thighs, grabbing hold of her knees pushing them