“On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with red roses? … Yes… I bet you say that to all the boys.” The midnight black ‘85 Mustang roared down the two-lane blacktop known as Route 365 just outside of Rome New York as we headed to Sylvan Beach for one last hot August weekend. Meatloaf’s “Hot Summer Night” blared loudly through the speakers reverberating throughout the car and I glanced over at her as I lit a cigarette. Her arms flailed wildly over her head to the rhythmic beat of the music. Her lithe body deeply tanned, toned, and topless, undulated lewdly as she mercilessly teased the boys in the car passing beside us. I reached over to her then and began to gently caress her left breast, softly rolling her strawberry-tipped …show more content…
I slowed down, turned right, and slid into an available parking space directly opposite the midway. It was then that I stole a glance at Amy*, smiled at her, and shook my head. She caught the motion and turned her gaze to me inquisitively, “What?” she cooed in a playfully whiney voice and I couldn’t help but gaze longingly at her. Her long silky hair, black like the crest of a raven, shone brightly in the sun and gently framed her face in a loose curl. I pulled her to me and kissed her wantonly, savoring the feel of her soft cool skin pressed to my body and the light hint of her cherry lip gloss as it clung fast to my lips. She broke the kiss, slapped me playfully on the arm and giggled “behave”, as she reached down to retrieve the neon blue top to her bikini. I sat in the car and smoked a bowl of weed as she donned her top, reapplied her lip gloss and fixed her hair. As we stepped from the car I took Amy’s soft, delicate hand in mine and our fingers intertwined tightly about one another. While we walked on I inhaled deeply, savoring the myriad of scents that had begun to assault my senses. There is something about the smell of the beach, that “salt air” smell you get by the water, mixed with the heady aroma of vanilla and coconut tanning oil that to this day still elicits a powerfully emotional …show more content…
From Eddie’s restaurant, site of our scandalous PDA, to my friend Jimmy’s camp was eighteen agonizingly long blocks in the sweltering heat. We had finally arrived at our destination, just as Jimmy opened the door to his camp. As we approached the small gray beach house Jimmy had stepped from the enclosed sunporch onto the freshly painted front stoop and tossed me a cold Budweiser, god bless his soul! The red and white beer can which Jimmy extracted from the cooler only moments ago was icily cold and painful to the touch. I had watched as small rivulets of sweat formed along the can from condensation, ironically matching the small rivulets of sweat that had formed on my brow from the incessant heat. I cracked open the beer and hungrily consumed its contents; the ice-cold amber liquid, cool and refreshing had quickly quenched my parched throat. Jimmy looked at us perplexed and asked, “Where’s your car bro?” I pointed back down the road in the general direction of the midway and replied, “I left it in front of Castaway’s.” The blonde, bushy, nesting badgers he called eyebrows shot up a good two inches and he shook his head “you walked here… You stupid bastard!” As we all entered the beach house I extended my middle finger and flipped him off, letting Jimmy know that he was number one with
This one night at Greasy Lake wasn’t as typical as the other nights. A series of events happen at Greasy Lake that would change the narrator character after all. First after just throwing “two dozen raw eggs at mailboxes and hitchhikers” (par 4) the narrator friend Digby decides to play a practical joke on, what looks like someone he knows car, by leaning on the horn and turning the high beams on to t...
Outside in the exercise yard a loud siren wails. The incarcerated men all gather together to get a look at the new prisoners that have just arrived. Reds' first impression of Andy Dufresne was, " That one looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over. That tall drink of water with a silver spoon up his ass." Little did Red know, at this time, but the two men would develop a strong bond. The mutual friendship Red and Andy would cultivate, caused them both to grow an inner strength which helped them deal with prison life.
One week after Lennie's death, George sits in the dark corner of a bar. The room is all but empty and dead silent. All the windows are shut, through the small openings come beams of dull light that barely illuminate the room. George stares at his glass with an expressionless face, but a heavy sadness in his eyes. The bartender comes towards him and asks if he would like something else to drink.
T. Coraghessan Boyle published “Greasy Lake.” in 1985 along with several other short stories. T.C. Boyle writes about a group of young teenage boys who are trying to see what kind of trouble they can find on a cool summer night. Little did these young rapscallions know trouble would find them sooner than expected. By analyzing the language and tone of “Greasy Lake” we not only create an image of this eerie lake, but a better understanding of the authors’ attitude towards the story.
One year I took a trip to Florida with my mother and brother, we met new people, where we encountered further affairs. My family and I met this gentlemen that got us into a water park for free and this relates to this text when he says, “ The turquoise pool rose to meet us…”.(Connolly 1). At the water park the water was surrounding us, as if it was a greeting my mother, brother, and I. The sun stares down at all of us while we run around having the time of our lives. In this written work he writes, “...then loosened thin bikini straps and rubbed baby oil with iodine across sunburned shoulders…”.(Connolly 4). While being at this water park sunburns were a given. The sun shined down, piercing
For many people there is a sweet scent, an inviting image, the familiar sound of laughter that bring them back to a place full of childhood images. In “Once More to the Lake”, author E.B. White longs to bring his audience back to one of the most memorable places in his childhood, a camp on a lake in Maine, starting in about 1904. He shows the reader how he feels he has replaced his own father and is playing the same role he played nearly forty years earlier.
The Kings of Summer is a warm hearted, humorous coming of age film; directed by Jordan Vogt- Roberts, it follows the journey of two teenage boys, Joe and Patrick who have run away from their irritating parents, along with their odd new friend Biaggio. They decide to build a house, like a home away from home, they visit a building site to study building techniques and make their own home from recycled building materials.
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.
“Ish wake up, we’re here!” Gary says as the bus pulls over to the side. I open my eyes and -Yaaawwwwwwnnn. I’m not a morning person, especially on Saturdays. I stretch my arms and wait until I can follow everyone off the bus. Gary bounces up and down like a maniac. I guess I can’t blame him. Who wouldn’t get the jitters on a day like this? He is half my height, has a square-ish face, and has dorky smile. However, appearances can fool you. The little devil is slippery to catch and I felt bad for anyone who was going to guard him. As I stepped off the bus, I was met with an immediate blast of cold wind. Woah, it’s supposed to be hot today, it’s the middle of June! Apparently, everyone else also had the same shock as me because they were all shivering
The novel The Sun Also Rises, by Ernest Hemingway, is about a journalist, named Jake, and his friends with their complicated relationships between them and the love interest, Brett. The short sentences try to convey the small talk between them and talking about food or wine while also giving insightful information about the characters. The longer sentences are more about deeper memories or trying to forget their past memories. In the novel, Jake and his friend, Bill, go fish in the countryside of Burguete, Spain while their other friend, Robert Cohn, waits for the others at the train station. While they are out fishing, they bring chicken, eggs, and two bottles of wine so that they can eat lunch while fishing. During the fishing scene, Jake and Bill get really drunk off of the wine, which causes them
I stood there for a good ten minute’s until I heard a woman’s voice peep through the curtains. Katy stood at about 5’7 where a very theatrical costume. We exchanged a few handshakes and smiles, until suddenly all my words flew out. I was fortunate enough to spend twenty minutes with her. I purged out all my feelings and how much of an impact she’s had in my life.
With each movement, she could feel it rubbing against the raw walls of her pussy. James put one hand on her breast, twisting her nipple and forcing her moans to grow louder, while the other massaged her clit. He used his fingers to separate her lips, exposing her nub, and then he rubbed the tip while occasional giving it a gentle twist. He could feel her walls holding on to his cock and it was driving him crazy, the way they held onto his thick rod and how the walls seemed to quiver against him.
As we walked I looked over at her wearing light blue skinny jeans with a single hole at the knee and a black flowy coat kind of apparel with a white tank top underneath. She had decided that it was too cold and forced her arms around mine to keep warm. This making the walk more of a swig sag sway down the brightly lit street. She smelled of vanilla, which is one of my favorite, and she her lips reminded me of apples fresh from Walmart. As non-exhilarating as this was these are probably my most enjoyable and realistic feeling moments. As great as she looked, I in comparison was wearing a green t-shirt and cargo shorts. I had yet to do anything short of running my fingers through my short messy
Have you ever had a terrible experience at the beach? It is very hard to, unless a case of bright red sunburn is in the future. To me the beach, specifically Belmar Beach, has been the place to escape to and have all the worries melt from me like a popsicle that has been left in the sun. It is the place to let my soul fly like the seagulls that fill the blue sky above. Whenever a problem inflates in my life a trip to the beach has always been the answer. It is like as soon as my bare feet step on the rustic sand all my worries and obligations are just erased. My head begins to clear just like the ocean. Millions of memories engulf into my head as soon as the smell of salt fresh air fills my lungs.
The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few minutes to treasure the moment of silence and peace. As my girlfriend and I got out of the car to get ready for the picnic, she happened to be distracted by the water; a rhythmic ongoing resemblance of rhythm in her heart. The water was clam and beautiful in every aspect. To me she was like a wave, never stooping to catch attention or go unnoticed. Before doing anything else, we began setting up the picnic. By the time we ware done, her temptation was unbearable and was finally unable to overcome it, consequently she eagerly ran towards the water pulling me right behind her. Each step was like an imprint in my heart, a fossil that would always remain the same and special inside me forever.