Take My Hand

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

I signed my name again on the pad and she Vivian replied, "that's more like it".Vivian ask me what test was I there to take and I told her. Vivian then asks me to place my hand on the machine with my palm in the center. I placed my hand in the machine put Vivian had to keep doing my hands over and over she said I was not placing my hand in the machine correctly. I did not know what to do differently. I had my hand on the machine with my palm in the center and my fingers were not overlapping

My Personal History According to my birth certificate, I was born Austin John Penny to my parents, Julie and Charles Penny. My birth occurred at 1:25 A.M. on April 19, 1996. I was born at Spalding Regional Hospital in Griffin, GA. My pediatrician who took care of me was Dr. Jim Dunaway, Sr. My personal choice of athletics is golf. The Legacy Yearbooks of Strong Rock Christian School document my golf. My first year playing for the school in a team sport was in 2007 when I was in sixth grade. I played

“Please, Daddy,” I voiced. Lefty places his hand on my chin, gently tilting up my face and says, “I am going to bury myself so deep inside of you it’ll leave you feeling empty when I’m not with you.” A flood of lust and desperation came over me as he spoke those words. An inferno smolders deep within me with every look, every touch, all it takes is his kiss to cause an explosion of desire to consume me. I lick my lips, impatient for more as I whisper, “I have been a very naughty girl, Daddy. Teach

responsibilities. I had a new task at hand and it wasn't only to delegate the staff members, but my advisor as well. I was going up the ladder each upcoming year. I started off as a staff member, I became an editor, and finally I was now becoming the advisor. My past experiences in yearbook, led me to take initiative when I heard the advisor ask, “Who wants to be Editor-in-Chief?”. Such an important role was going to be determined by a raise of hand. I was not only raising my hand for an editorial position,

I can feel the sand between my toes, it is warm, gritty, and small in size as a move my toes around in the sand. The calming sound of the waves colliding with the compacted, wet sand on the beach. The sound of the water rolling back out to sea to be thrown back at the beach again. It was like a dream, the hot sun beaming down upon my dark skin rejuvenating me, my long blonde hair flailing around in the warm breeze. I feel relaxed as I take in my surroundings and my muscles loosen their tension. I

could only hope knows exactly what he is doing, has my life in his hands. When I found out that I would be taking a helicopter to prom instead of a nice car, I honestly believed I was having a nightmare. The one entity in the entire world that scares me the most will be my transportation of choice for the ultimate night of my adolescent years. I feel like vomiting the morning of what should be one of the most epic rides of my life. Knotted, my stomach twists and turns in ways a stomach never should

it, and clean up my mess. My son Jason will remain in the kitchen with me as a protective measure. I stand in the middle of the kitchen while the blindfold is applied to my eyes. Immediately, it is dark. My first thought is what is the easiest to get for a bowl of cereal. I decided to get a bowl from the counter. I rely on my memory to guide me to the cabinet through feeling for the counter top to the left of my position, then I reach up to grab a bowl. I feel around with my hand to make sure that

we...should stop..." I caught up on my own breath as he did the same, but I was more embarrassed than him, he appeared relaxed and normal... I was blushing like crazy then he apologize immediately. "I'm sorry... I don't want you to think that I'm pervert... Can you forgive me, pretty?" He grinned, and I did as well. "Of course I do... It wasn't all your fault you know, I let you kiss me..." He touched my chin and said. "You're adorable, I can't take my eyes off of you." "Oh! stop, you're making

The Eternal Hangover I feel something hard under my back. I think it’s an empty beer bottle. The front of my blue tight jeans is wet and the fly is open. I don’t want to open my eyes yet. The light that I can see through my eyelids is already too strong for my eyes to handle. I know I need to get up but I feel like I’ll throw up if I do. Once again, I know that I shouldn’t have gone drinking, but I also know that I’ll do it again in a few days. I don’t know how I’ll get off this treadmill.