William Shakespeare 's ' Hamlet '

He turns her around and when she wouldn’t look into his eyes he tucked his finger under her chin and made her look directly in his eyes, “I can’t give you up. I don’t give a damn what the arrangement says.

“You are more than suitable; you are stunning and I’ve been shifting and hiding my arousal since the moment I walked into the room. Today, I think of no woman but you. That’s a promise. Most men would happily trade their lives to have a night with you, and I am aware of my good fortune.”

His eyes remained locked on Sophie's face as his ministrations turned increasingly frantic, and the room filled with the lewd sounds of him tounge-fucking her sopping slit until, eventually, with her juices glistening on his face, he withdrew, panting for breath. "Mmm, you taste so damn good."

She sat up from the bed still laughing at his exaggerated annoyance. She could still feel where his hands were on her. “I suggested

The rest happened so fast. He bolted the door and wrapped his hands around her throat, squeezing. “Shut your dirty whore mouth, or I’ll choke you to death. Understood?”

“Watch out Hippie Girl,” he cautioned, “I’m not a man you want to tease.” He wrapped his other arm around her waist, roughly yanking her further into his body. Oh, she had aroused another kind of emotion in him, and it was pressed against her abdomen.

“Good. Very good,” mumbled Arthur, before he moved his mouth up that last inch, gently spread Guinevere open, and took that first long, luxurious lick of her core. Guinevere gasped, but Arthur kept going.

Then he released his hold on her hair and returned her earlier favour by gripping the flesh of her throat between his neck, kissing and biting it, leaving his mark, before his mouth found hers again. "Or maybe it's just my ego. I want to better than those men, make you cum like they can't. Or it could be that you're different than the other girls, you don't soak your panties and simper to your clients simply for no other reason than the wealth and influence they possess. That makes you one of a kind."

Her eyes widened for a moment; an expression which she used to her advantage. She looked up at him, the picture of innocence as she took his cock in both hands, warming it gently with soft strokes. She opened her mouth, still keeping her eyes on him, and extended her tongue to lick slowly with from the base to the tip.

As they stood in the shallows and kissed with abandon, Perceval allowed his lips to fall to Joan’s neck, and she sighed. Her body shifted a little lower, and there was no mistaking it this time; Perceval knew she felt his arousal pressing against her. Perceval met her eyes for a moment and wondered what would happen next. He’d leave it up to her.

His body tensed up at the mere idea of having her in such an intimate way. Adam knew it would be something of dreams, or so it would seem to him as he had been dreaming of her all his life. "I've been told its quiet...pleasurable." he explained as gentlemanly as he could. "I like that, we are each other’s savior." he spoke as his hands gently stroked over her warm curves. He kept them on her and side, but the urge to explore further was still there. Thankfully he had enough control to not spoil the moment, "Then let us spend the rest our time together feeling what we can. I admit I may be slow in that regard. I have not felt anything in such a long time; it is hard to remember what these feelings are. Hard to explain them, but I don't want them to stop." he admitted as his lips brushed over the curve of her ear as his sense took in all they could, if only to keep him from forgetting anything about

It is said that Hamlet was written four times throughout history. However, William Shakespeare’s Hamlet was written between 1599 and 1602. During this time, England was in the midst of the English Reformation. This caused a religious debate and warlike tendencies between Protestant and Catholic people.[3] Through Claudius’ soliloquy in act Ⅲ, scene Ⅲ, Shakespeare used culture, religion and social reality to capture the Elizabethan audience.

In William Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Hamlet is a unique character due to his unpredictability. He is attempting to discover the truth in a way that no other character of Shakespeare’s has done. We find Hamlet in a state of deep melancholy due to the death of his father, as well as the very sudden and lewd marriage of his uncle and his mother. Hamlet is inspired by the player giving the speech about Hecuba witnessing the massacre of her husband, Priam. He goes off on his own, and he is bewildered at how this player can show an enormous amount of passion to something that doesn’t exist. Hamlet contemplates on the reason of how he has not been able to act yet, and he feels like he has stalled for far too long. Hamlet’s main issue isn’t that he is a coward, but a truth seeker. He is skeptical about what is true, and that is what plagues him with his duty to avenge his father.

“Stop it!” Joan insisted, crossing her arms over her chest. “I won’t cooperate if you hurt him.”

Hamlet directed by Michael Almereyda took a modern approach to the classic Shakespearean play. The modern version is set in the year 2000 in New York City a big stretch from the original play. Denmark is not a country anymore but instead a corporation. The movie still follows the original plot in the play. With the evil uncle now becoming CEO of the company, after his brother's sudden death. He marries his widow wife while his son Hamlet begins to see his father's ghost.