Personal Narrative Essay

So engrossed was he in the music and whispered conversation that, unusually, for Kyle he missed the way her eyes scanned his lips, and the subsequent kissed surprised him. The first he knew was when he felt her soft, warm lips pressed against his, and his eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, he just allowed it, without responding, then, he returned in kind. A soft, unurgent melding of their lips against each others, before she pulled away, and he laughed. Not a mocking laugh, but one of encouragement, and understanding. "See, I told you, you

“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.

Even through the layers of cloth the tips of his fingers found her nipples, lightly squeezing the tender nubs with the tips of his fingers as he palmed and massaged her breasts. His hips pressed forward, briefly trapping her hand between her soft, heart-shaped rear and the hardening rod trapped in his jeans. He wanted more, they both needed more, but Leo wasn't even willing to pull away long enough to unzip her dress. Instead he let one hand find its way back down her front, the merciless fondling of her breasts never ceasing. When he finally let his mouth pull away from her throat he could see the red mark his teeth and lips had left behind; perhaps later he would wonder how long it would last and how difficult it would be to hide, but now he only cared for this proof that they were

"You can keep trying, pet.” One hand cradled her neck, keeping their mouths close, and one hand held her middle, keeping her chest and hips flush to his; against him she was grinding and twitching in an uncharacteristic loss of control he loved on her. “I showed you mine, love.” He prodded her gently until she pulled her shirt over her shoulders and tossed it aside. His eyes lingered over her the cups of her bra; his jaw ticked- feeling satisfied and predatory and just the tiniest bit evil. Grabbing his shoulders she slammed his back and head against the wall, hard.

From that first moment, she felt like she was on fire. His touch was gentle, yet insistent and pleasing. When he focused his work on her tight center, she couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp. Pleasure washed over her from head to toe. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, Perceval spread her open gently and swirled his fingers right in that perfect spot. Joan groaned savored his touch and groaned.

From the way his body held onto hers, grasped hers, Evelyn felt as if he was taking all of her. Every inch of her body was his, every soft, gentle curve. Every supple inch of her silk like skin was his to roam over, to claim. The female’s back arched forward with every touch to her swelling mounds. She couldn’t get enough of him. As she heard his familiar, deep tone a slow, cheeky smirk crossed over her lips as her hues almost glistened with intent. “I’m yours?” She repeated softly, her lips open and waiting for his. Except, he didn’t continue their kiss. Her gaze drifted down as she saw him force his way into her, parting her to fit him within her. A satisfied groan escaped her as she felt his lips meet hers once more, her own were already crushing ferociously against them within seconds.

The paper on my lips was replaced by skin, and his hands only pulled me closer. We toppled onto the bed and my legs and arms splayed atop him in places I did not tell them to go. He whispered I was beautiful and I only smiled in return before we rolled over and I saw it. I saw the smirk. I felt my shirt being tugged and unbuttoned and pulled from beneath me. His hand touched my thigh and I held my breath. I held my breath and dug into my purse with one hand, fingers wrapping around a blade before he bent his head back down to mine. And so my hand moved in response.

Cecilia tilted her head, pressing the edge of her lips against Vivian's cheek, as if she tried to tilt the other woman's head upwards. Lead her, to meet her lips, without taking full initiative herself. Seconds later, she let their lips meet. Her body was

His grip unshakable, he closed his mouth over her finger. “Oh-oh, sweet goddess…” She rose onto her toes, squirming and biting her bottom lip. She tasted warm and salty, and he wanted badly to suck the soft flesh of her lip into his mouth—maybe bite. Smiling inside at her stifled groan, her uneven breathing—he tensed when she pressed against him and cupped his balls.

In all of her life, Knight had never witnessed someone move with so much grace; even the Prima ballerina of the Russian Ballet didn’t move like Colin did, even that alone had made the young woman squirm visibly beneath her robe. The moment he touched her, when his hands held both sides of her face, she could swear that she had felt a shock of electricity shoot through her and awaken every single cell. The gentle massaging of his finger at her temples with drew a long, shuddering sigh. As he spoke, she nodded her head slowly, trying to will her wild heart to slow to match his own: it didn’t work quite as well as she had wanted. The tickling brush of his breath against her skin

He pressed her naked body up against the glass. The word humongous came to her mind, he had to stand six-four or so, broad shoulders and muscles which put a strain on his dress shirt. Pinned to the sliding wall as if she was the new prized trophy to an entomologist’s collection. She didn’t care as long as he continued to make her experience this all-consuming pleasure he aroused in her. It had been too long she denied herself the enjoyment of a man’s body. Laid bare to his eyes; a scorching passion filled her with desire as she saw his need was as intense as her own.

I ride my bike around my neighborhood five times every Sunday afternoon. I enjoy the routine of the same distance, at the same time, on the same day. It’s calming. Last night was different though. I wanted to push myself to the absolute limit. I wanted to ride until my legs burned, and then some. It’s the only time I’m ever alone with my thoughts, you know? Last night, something caught my eye as I rode by the trees that separated two roads. There was a brand new shoe in the road. I hopped off my bike to go look at it and noticed the second one a few feet in front of it. I went to check that one out and saw a couple pairs of shoes in a pile up against a tree.

Savannah had settled back in behind her brother, one hand at his waist and the other sliding down into his boxers. She kept the waistband up on his hips, but reached down until her fingers curled around his length. Her breath shook slightly against his skin as she felt his bulge fill her hand perfectly. "Oh, god..." It was a moan, but barely audible. In fact, Josh would hardly hear it as she gently used her other hand to help pull his cock from his boxers. She couldn't help but to curl herself around his body, eyes catching a glimpse of him before she disappeared behind him again. Her hands still sudsy and perfectly slick, she

Now he felt the rhythmic motion of her pussy wrapped tightly around his cock, the up and down, the slippery warm movement, her breathing, and the man could only close his eyes and pray for some escape from this place, from this moment, from her.

I quickly located the room where he was awaiting my arrival and scurried from the car, not wanting to be late. I flung my bag over my shoulder and began to climb the slippery black rusted steps, all along hoping I wouldn 't end up flat on my ass at the bottom. Silently swearing at him under my breath, already vaguely irritated that he hadn 't requested a room on the first floor. My agitation quickly resolved as he opened the door and smiled at me. His smile always captivated me, that perfect smile that never failed to send my heartbeat roaring in my ears. I stood for a moment admiring his bare chest, the chest that my mouth and hands had explored so many times in the past. From his broad shoulders down to his sculpted abs and beyond. I looked further down at how his khakis hugged his flawless ass and wanted to see them bulge with wanting... I felt a tremble run straight down to my pussy and I started to feel my wetness dripping against my thin black thong. I watched him as a smug, yet amused look crossed his face as he opened the door further and allowed me to pass.