Constance felt the horrible emotions swirling in her chest boil even hotter as Jacob thrust himself painfully deep, his thick shaft hurting her as it stretched her open, and his words wounding what dignity she had left as he whispered about her ass being perfect, like some package of meat in the butcher's section. "As if you have any right to judg...." Her word cut off with a squeal of pain that she clamped off with a bite of her lip at the pain of him in her, fully deep, his body pushing her legs back even harder and making the angle that much more painful and awkward. And her breath that much shorter. Worst of all was the look of joy on his face, like he'd converted to her religion and gone to heaven by sending her to hell. She could see …show more content…
She whispered between pained gasps, not even waiting for him to stop, denying his words as fast as he could spew them at her. "No... ohhhhh, no... not my fault... you are ohhhhhh.... you are an evil man that's .... ohhhhh.... that's why! I would never be your good little girl, never would marry a man like ohhhhhh.... like you... and if I did I would have suffered like this anyway...ohhhhhh never would... I would never ohhhhh" The rest of his words were too lewd to even try to understand and rebel against, the image he painted to crude to possibly describe her, and she just turned her head aside, carefully staring away from the side where the phone was, her hair in her face and staring at her ankle beside her face, his big hand gripping it, seeing the muscles rippling in his forearm as he held her down on the …show more content…
Don't give him the satisfaction. Constance winced and grimaced, gasping with each deep thrust because she no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't control it completely, but stifling the yelps of pain, hating him silently with her eyes and her heart without calling him an uncaring jerk again. Only he moved, still holding her down but shifting his body against her a little until his grip on her ankles pulled her legs together against his chest so he could wrap one strong arm around her ankles and calves and as much as she squirmed still couldn't get
As a female slave, Jacobs has a very different story than that of a slave man therefore, her narrative is uncommon in the tales of slavery. She stresses that just like any male slave, women were also hit, starved, or made to work in the hot fields. But unlike men, the women suffer from sexual harassments from their masters as well as the loss of their children to the cotton production. In repeated accounts, she depicts the anguish of mothers whose children were sold and the humiliation of slave girls who where sexually abused by the white man. For the slave women, these experiences were just as hard as any physical punishment the man received, if not more so.
In the book Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson we learn about Melinda’s depression. Melinda has an event occur in the beginning of the story that causes her to become very depressed and it leads to self harm. “I open up a paper clip and scratch it across the left side of my wrist”(Anderson 87). Melinda does this when she is home in her closet. Melinda is a teen the struggles with depression which is common for many teens. Melinda does not handle her depression well, she keeps it to herself and resorts to self harm by cutting and by biting her lip. Melinda, like most of teens, needs to find someone to talk to and to let someone know what is going on in her life. In Laurie Halse Anderson’s book Speak you learn about Melinda’s depression and
A dark intensity shone from his eyes, and ducking his head, trailed his tongue over the firm edge of Booker’s jawline. Their lips met, pressing and caressing, savoring each other’s flavors with sweeping tongues and hungry mouths. But Tom wanted to explore and curbing his fervor, his lips left the sensual curve of Booker’s mouth and moved slowly along his stubbled cheek until he found an earlobe. Using his teeth, he lightly nibbled the smooth flesh. Sensing Booker wanted more contact, he buried his face in the crook of his lover’s neck, breathing in the warm, masculine scent of scotch and aftershave before brushing a kiss over the sensitive spot just below his ear. A soft murmur caught his attention, and smiling against the taut skin, he continued his exploration, his tongue trailing a wet path down to the hollow of Booker’s throat. His mouth nipped and sucked at the firm, inviting flesh, moving slowly downward until he reached a nipple. He grazed the nub with his teeth and was immediately rewarded with a moan of approval. His tongue flicked over the raised mound, teasing the tight skin before lightly mouthing over the warm flesh. Taking the nipple into his mouth, his soft lips sucked the brown areola, the tender caress eliciting an excited moan from above. When gentle hands entwined in his
Jones, Gayl. "Breaking Out of the Conventions of Dialect." Zora Neale Hurston: Critical Perspectives Past and Present. Eds. Henry Louis Gates, Jr. and K. A. Appiah. New York: Amistad, 1993.
He knew she was worried, angry, and euphoric all at the same time. It wasn't the first time he had deflowered a virgin. His cynical attitude found her stupid and uninteresting. How could she have been so gullible? Yet he couldn't deny he had been touched by her beauty and by the way she had yielded to him so easily. This girl wasn't coy, she was real, and she was going to enjoy her pleasures.
More than the moist warmth of Pucky's mouth, or the sweet caress of her tongue against his manhood, Jessie loved the bobbing of her head the most. It didn't make a lot of sense, but then again not much did when it came to arousal or sex. A light shiver ran down his spine as she locked eyes with him, and for a brief moment, he thought that things were about to get more relax for her as she seemed totally in control. I took a moment to see the small crest between her eyes, alerting him that the wheels in her head were back to spinning and he understood that perhaps he was wrong about that part. What could she be thinking about? He wondered. Wow, she's got me in her mouth and she can't stop thinking, what's wrong with her? A voice said in his
... proved to be just as difficult for them to endure. In Birthing a Slave we can see the brutal physical side that slave women are facing during this time, but we can also see the psychological horrors that they are facing hand in hand with it. Similarly, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl gives a clear image of the trials of mental abuse that slave women are facing. With sexual abuse and fear of losing their children, slave women are being psychologically tortured and unable to achieve fulfillment in their lives. Jacobs’s account of the mental and psychological difficulties that women slaves face can best be described when she explains her feelings when having a daughter, “Slavery is terrible for men; but it is far more terrible for women. Superadded to the burden common to all, they have wrongs, and sufferings, and mortifications peculiarly their own” (119).
Anna and her mother looked up from making their hardtack to find Adam, Anna’s brother, writhing in pain with tears streaming down his dirty face. Horrified, Anna looked at what had caused the screech of pain, which was a hefty wagon crushing Adam’s short, skinny leg.
Adrian’s grip on Vanessa’s breasts caused her to whimper slightly, though she did not shut her mouth, for the mixture of pain and pleasure was not enough to keep her from doing her duty. Vanessa had done this more times then she could remember, so she was able to time her strokes perfectly, so that Adrian’s cock erupted as close as she could get it to her awaiting mouth. With her mouth open Vanessa caught rope after rope of Adrian’s pearly cum. Once Adrian had finished panting her chest and face with his seed, Vanessa turned her head upward so that Adrian could watch as she gulped down the seed he had spilled into her mouth.
Emily noted this featherlight touches Dr. McHugh was giving her. Beyond comfort, she knew. Barely restraining himself. The touches went on and on, fingertip and nails tracing along the surface of her skin. “You’re really telling me to give in to these urges, doctor?” the last word was a breathy sigh, letting him imagine how her voice might sound if she called out his name in a moment of passion. “Guess I am just surprised to hear you say you think I should be intimate with someone. Let another man inside…my heart.” The pause was intentional, inviting him to fill in his own ideas, his own desires, his own cock in his fantasies of her.
Cadyn would stand quietly as he observed the feline. Clearly, since she still seemed so relaxed and focused on the fireplace, she mustn't have been aware of this fox's presence. He listened to her humming over the crackling of the fire. The humming seemed quite pleasant to him, and it must have relaxed him so that he shifted his body weight to a more comfortable position. However, it could not have been anything other than this shifting of his weight which had exposed his presence to the cat. Another possibility was that she was quite attentive so that she was cognizant of his ubiety in the room all along; but, Cadyn promptly dismissed this possibility because of the way she so abruptly stopped her humming.
There was a girl name Ellen. She was Jewish but her friend, Annemarie wasn’t. During the world war two, Nazis came to take Jewish people. That’s too bad for Ellen. It was very late when Annemarie’s mom heard a knock at the door. It was the Nazis here to check if there were any Jews hiding. Annemarie noticed that Ellen had the Star of David on her necklace. Annemarie tried to get it off but it would not budge. The Nazi soldiers checked inside the room and the two girls froze. Ellen and Annemarie’s hearts were beating so fast as the Nazi soldier told the girls to step out into the light. Suddenly, Ellen started crying and right away the Nazis looked at her and her necklace. The Nazi soldier took Ellen by the arm out the door. Annemarie’s mom gets slapped in the face trying to grab Ellen’s arm away from the soldier.
Louise was an orphan whose parents died when she was very young. So the only thing she hated very much was separation. Her parents left an ancestral gemstone ring for her, which suited her very well. She did not sell it for money, instead of which, for more than ten years, she earned her living as a tailor assistant. She hoped one day she can become a designer and make really beautiful clothes. Her ultimate goal was to design soldiers’ clothes since she really admired soldiers due to their heroic spirit and machismo. Now, since she was eighteen years old, she reached the age of marriage. Hearing the kindness and braveness of the General, Louise felt that she fell in love with him even if she had never seen him before. So in order to see the General, Louise worked day and night. She wished in the near future she can be interviewed by the General and get his praise because of the nice clothes she designed. Moved by her determination, a fairy decided to bring the General in front of Louise; however, because the magic was low, the meeting could only last 7 days and the General would forget what he experienced during the seven days. For Louise, she was so sad about the fact but she also knew she was lucky.