[i]Not rich enough. Looked like a player? [/i]Duane, with eyes closed and arm around Karmen's waist, smiled to himself, and gave her a little squeeze after she'd responded to Kurt. "Nice story, cuddlepot," he'd whispered in her ear, before leaving Karmen to handle the conversation for the remainder of the journey. By the time they arrived at their destinated, he'd begun to regret that decision. One eye had snuck half-open to appraise Kurt, who'd constantly tilted his head to smile at the soon-to-bride in his back-seat, and Duane didn't appreciate the way the two strangers seemed to be getting along so fine.[i] Stop it.[/i] He'd admonished himself, and wondered if he'd just been struck by a hint of jealousy. No, it couldn't have been, that …show more content…
She was almost close enough to kiss, and the man thought about doing just that as his eyes landed back on hers. Not just a peck either, a proper kiss! However, he managed to restrain himself, and instead laughed. "What's the matter, honeybunch, you don't like sweet talk?" His brow raised, and he scrunched up his nose, before he nodded over his shoulder. "A couple like this, they probably hide all sorts of valuables, but taking advantage of their beds, and hot water is the first thing that came to my mind, too. Of course, that', and their hospitality is not all I'd planned taking advantage of." Duane paused, and turned as he sensed the figure of the woman approaching …show more content…
"Because you're right, you deserve a good, hard pampering, and I'm just the man to provide it." He tilted his head to grin at her, and the arm which had been around her waist drifted down to now what was becoming one his favourite parts of her anatomy. Duane swatted Karmen's again, just as Daisy's words rang his ears, and the fake smile which had been one her face transformed into a real scowl. "Maybe a massage, I've been told I'm good with my hands. Amongst other things." The final sentence was issued in a whisper, and spoken just before Kurt introduced them to his spouse. "This here's Karmen and Duane. They're heading to Vegas to get married. Car broke down, so I thought I'd do the Christian thing, and offer them a bed for the night. They can stay in the guest room." "Uh-oh," Duke muttered under his breath, as the woman's mouth dropped open, and eyes darted between the couple and her husband. "The guest-room? Together? But, Kurt you just said they're not [b]married[/b]" "Uh-oh." Duke muttered
“How am I supposed to know who I had got hitched to, let alone who was dumb enough to pick you two.”
It’s a Sunday morning, and I am getting ready for church. The leaves outside are many different colors and the wind is a bit cold up against my skin. I put on a fitted, off-white, v-neck sweater, black jeans, a short beige trench raincoat, and a pair of pointed strappy flats that are a darker beige color. I paired all this with a light and silky cheetah print scarf. I stare back at myself in the mirror. I look like I am trying too hard. People will glare at me once I get to church.
Kenneth: (tugging on their laced hands) Come dear, lets go ask the lady at the counter so we can leave and go get some sleep. I don’t want to have bags under my eyes tomorrow in front of our Hollywood friends.
“I know that. I mean stop acting as if I’m an idiot. I could have left you at any time, today in the barn or for the past year. I decided to stay and watch. I asked to cut out the heart. Stop pretending as if I had no idea what I was doing or was too stupid to figure out what was going on. I’m not a child.” The painful heat in the middle of Maison’s chest started to spread, making their cheeks
Holden has a respect for women that he views as unnatural. He feels that his sexual desires should be similar to those of his roommate Stradlater and peer, Luce. Holden shows his confusion by saying, "The thing is, most of the time when you're coming close to doing it with a girl, a girl that isn't ...
The Hero’s Journey is a basic template utilized by writers everywhere. Joseph Campbell, an American scholar, analyzed an abundance of myths and literature and decided that almost all of them followed a template that has around twelve steps. He would call these steps the Hero’s Journey. The steps to the Hero’s Journey are a hero is born into ordinary circumstances, call to adventure/action, refusal of call, a push to go on the journey, aid by mentor, a crossing of the threshold, the hero is tested, defeat of a villain, possible prize, hero goes home. The Hero’s Journey is more or less the same journey every time. It is a circular pattern used in stories or myths.
"I love you, Zai." He whispered, holding her deep brown eyes, with his piercing blue orbs, "And, I'll remember this day forever." Not averting his gaze, Kyle fumbled for words. "What you said, last night, that you wanted to be mine?" Pulling her closer, and hands slightly trembling on her skin, the Army vet swallowed hard, then leaned in for a kiss. A kiss that whilst similar to the others, was simultaneously different, filled with a previously unexhibited need. Or that could have simply been Kyle's imagination, brought on by apprehension. "I was thinking we'd leave tonight, and put a few more miles between us and Everglades, before the parcel arrived at Cole's,
As Cliff walks into the Kit Kat club he enters the world of promiscuous uninhibited dancers, and people of the like. Men approach him to dance, and women entice him with their charms. He obviously wasn’t all that accustomed to this kind of happening, but he didn’t shy away from it. The first night he lived this almost unreal experience, he met a woman. Sally was a one of a kind woman of her time, being on her own, making her own living, whether that living be on stage or with a man who suits her interest for a while.
“Well, I know that I’m going to screw Jason, just as soon as his plane touches down in Virginia. As for Boogie, I don’t think I’m going to pursue him after I rejected him already. I am very curious about Diamond, though. I would like to know where they met and how often he’s been with her” I said. “Honey, trust me you don’t want to know about the personal stuff because you’ll never be able to get it out of your head” Latria assured, as she continued to dig in her purse. “What on earth are you looking for?” I asked as Latria pulled out some crumpled
is married he tells her "Consider how natural and how plain it is, my dear, that
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.
“Hey Austin,” I began, looking at him from the corner of my eye, “I dare you to toss some paper into the fireplace!” He slowly turned to look at me, suspicion written all over his face. He looked at the stack of copy paper resting conveniently on a nearby table, then at my wicked grin, then back at the paper.
how much she loved him and he responds with: “Don't come to me with a lot
... got off my shift, they told me what you did at the dinner. I just wanted to thank you.” the words seemed heart felt enough, giving her a nod a grin would slowly creep it’s way across my lips. [color=400000]“Don’t worry about it, some people give shit and some people take it…Then you’ve got people like me who just clean it all up afterwards.” [/color]she would move closer, gripping me around the neck and kissing my lips softly. “You didn’t have to do it though, most wouldn’t have.” she smiled and backed away “Thank you..” would be the last words she said to me before disappearing into the darkness of the parking lot. Still a bit confused by the kiss I just shut the door, locking it once again and moved to the bed. Tucking the handgun beneath the pillow I would lay there a few moments before closing my eye’s and drifting of, maybe the nightmares wont find me tonight.
Vlad smiled, with a sick satisfaction. “The few times you've been in proximity of Jazz, Maddie, or Jack, how you felt a blind trust in them? How you've yearned for some further connection to them, despite the fact that Walter's your family?