Personal Narrative Fiction

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

Thinking back I had no idea what time it was, three, maybe four in the morning. My black pajama shorts and purple Pensacola Florida tourist shirt were scattered across his white tiled bedroom floor. I closed my eyes as tight as I could trying to place myself somewhere else, anywhere else. While he was on top of me I kept telling myself “if i don’t see it, it didn’t happen. If I don’t see it, it didn’t happen.” I pushed as hard as I could, but his weight far overpowered mine. I kept thinking about what I had done wrong and what possessed him want to do this to me.

I've been so caught up in Armin that I've forgotten about the intense throbbing happening in between my legs. As Armin lets his hands slip in between my boxers and my jeans i let out a loud moan from pleasure. Armin begins to stroke my cock from the outside of my boxers and i rub against his hand, wanting him to touch me more and more. I flip us over so hes on top and I disconnect our lips. "Show me what those lips can do baby." I tell Armin, gently letting him slide onto his knees below me. Armin blushes as his hand begins to shake as he pulls down my pants. I look down at him as his eyes widen at my arisen throbbing cock that has sprung out of my boxers. "E-eren. You're so big." He says, eyes popping out of his sockets. "I don't know if i

Mah brother and I wer walkin’ through the field of apple trees in the evening before the funereal—recalling this and that or that thing that had happened in this or that place, flippin’ over the memories after the fashion of the Apple family who gather again in the place where we wer all born—trying to make sense of the fillies we once wer and of the members who wer once with us.

She couldn't understand why she was letting herself fall for this, she could have easily fended him off if she wanted to, but she didn't want to. Her body betrayed her as it ached for his every little touch, begging for it actually as she found herself soaking wet from the juices that left her. She needed to feel him in every way she possibly could regardless of the fact that her brain was screaming at her to stop. This was a total betrayal of everything she had been taught growing up, he wasn't a man he was a monster but at this very moment, she may as well have been a monster herself. She hardly had time to prepare herself when his tongue buried itself deep inside her sending a gasp followed by a pleasurable moan from her lips, her hands

The more I fidgeted, the tighter his grasp became. “Sharjeel, what the fuck are you on?” At this point, I felt his boner against my backside; when I used my free arm to push his body away, I accidentally touched it. I hated myself in that moment. I felt helplessly submissive.

My hands gripped the sheets tighter as his mouth made his way up my chest. When he reached my mouth and I could feel his breath lightly over my lips. The feather light touch killed me. I wasn't expecting it. His touch was so gentle, I honestly felt like I was going to fly out the window if it wasn't latched shut.

“You said you’d be right behind me. Why weren’t you?” I whispered to myself, trying to reign in my emotions. “Why weren’t you?

All of the sudden, a familiar hand wrapped around my torso, and I began to ascend. My eyes popped open to see he secured me in his arms.

Footsteps echoed through the pitch black room, cold sweat trickled down my nose, my hands itched from the rope which tied my hands to a metal chair, and my body shook with such an uncontrollable speed. I wanted more. I didn’t understand what I wanted, but everything around me was useless, I didn’t want more. No, I needed more. When suddenly, I had felt something press into my arm. That was it. I felt incredible, the begging stopped, and I enjoyed the euphoria which I so desperately wanted minutes ago.

All of a sudden out of nowhere he kissed me and i fell backwards, i was startled my bully kissed me. His lips were soft and he slid his way on top of me. His weight pressed against my chest it was almost painful, but somehow i enjoyed feeling the weight of him on top of me. Before i knew it we were making out and my shirt was off, my back itched from the leaves. He sat up on top of me and started to unbutton his plaid shirt. He was so muscular, i wanted to take a bite out of him. His rough callused hands slowly slid up my body and caressed the side of my face.

His name escaped my lips and forced itself out of my mouth with the desire to reach him fuelling it. Tears rolled down my non-existent cheeks, and I lunged forward to embrace him. His scent remained the same as always and danced in my nose. As if my very being were not there, my hands slipped through his. The warmth radiated from his touch once before it was no longer there.

Thomas stood awkwardly at my door, shifting his weight from left to right. His hands hung loosely at his side. Expectation stood between us, pulling us in. His blond hair flopped into his eyes; I leaned forward and brushed it aside. My thumb brushed his forehead, and lingered there. Reading this as a sign, he leaned in. Eyes closed. I waited. His lips touched mine. As an after thought I clenched my fists. But he did not yet pull away. His lips moved again and again, lapping away at me. I willed my lips to move in time with his but musically challenged me couldn’t find the rhythm. Maybe I was doing it wrong? I didn’t want to be branded a bad kisser. With every movement his lips tried to open my mouth more. My body tensed. One hand found my waist, the other tangled in the hair I had spent hours straightening. He used these hands as a lever to pull me in, not trusting in his own gravitational force. What was wrong with me? Wasn’t I supposed to like it? But slowly I found his rhythm, and we moved together. My hands started to uncurl. Suddenly my mouth seemed to move of it’s own accord, my brain reduced to backseat driver. My hands

I back away from the window, heading over to Adam and I rub his toned, muscular shoulders. His sweet-smelling cologne fills my nostrils, a smell I have grown to love. His dark, wavy hair falls down the sides of his face, obscuring his view but he pushes it back. I run my hands down the front of his neck towards his chest and he pauses. He violently grabs my hands, holding them tightly and aggressively digs his nails into my flesh. I wince in pain, my lips trembling and my eyes watering. He looks up, intentionally avoiding my eyes and shakes his head. I get the message, I am distracting him and he wants me to stop. He lets go and continues on with his work. I run to the bedroom and curl in a ball on the bed. Tears uncontrollably spilling from my eyes. He’s not always like this. It’s okay, I love him. I remind myself.

He hitched his hands on his hips and a desire to touch him whelmed within me—no just to the heat of his flesh but to explore the dangerous grooves of his torso with my fingers. Follow along his spine , follow along the edge of his spine through the small of his back where a valley started to form the separation of his cheeks. But since I couldn’t touch him, I looked away.