I've attended the ball numerous times some while on active duty, at times with dates, at times with friends, but today it is with someone special. Today, November 10th, is the 240th Birthday of the United States Marine Corps (USMC), and I am anxious. I've been planning this for weeks, and two days ago I visited my favorite spa at Nordstroms in preparations for today. I had a full body depilation, and a body wrap as well. This morning I returned for a french manicure/pedicure, and deep tissue massage. And while there my mind ran a million scenarios as to what would happen tonight. You see, we have now dated for two months, and I know after tonight, things will change. I've decided to wear my waist length layers hair straight and loose. I feel …show more content…
One hand slides down four fingers under the scrotum, and my thumb on the top side, caressing each of the testes, a soft massage, sliding easily between my satin covered fingertips. I am paying close attention, at to his reactions, as he moves slightly shifting his weight and opening his legs more. I release his hard cum filled sac, as I see precum seeping. "Sweet love," I whisper as I lean in and blow softly at the opening of the tip of the head. My left hand slips under the lengthy shaft, not gripping it yet. My right hand closes and my index fingertip begins it's travels discovering every vein, every ridge, every knot on the way up, the largest vein stopping just under the head. I smile and caress there in circles, putting pressure. I see him gripping the bedspread, his eyes rolling back. I unfasten my necklace and wrap the pearls at the base, my both hands grip them and begin a slow stroke, the pearls massaging from the base to about two thirds up the girth. My lips close to the tip, blowing softly but not touching him. "Fuck baby, you are going to make me cum" he says almost growling at
Tobirama glazed over at his son for a few second to see the enjoyment, then his eyes averted back to you. “Couldn’t sleep?” You nodded, rubbing your stomach. “WHEEEEEE!” [S/N] yelled.
That’s what he does, with too much force just for fun. He kisses her and slips his tongue in her mouth, feeling her shock and her resignation.
"Yes," Kaz chokes out a whimper as he 's roughly stroked, lips parting to make way for harsh breaths. "Well, Miller, I 'll do anything to you that you want. Anything-" Ocelot trails off, Kaz 's cock catching his gaze, all red and leaking, almost painful looking. He 's a bit impressed, he 'll admit, at how well he 's held himself together so far.
he should have shot lennie because if he had not Shot lennie because he has disabilities and it was Not right for him to shoot him. just because of that That 's like if george had disabilities lennie is going To shoot him george did not have to shoot him. Lenny was perfectly fine he just did not know from right or wrong sometimes he just does stuff without thinking sometimes and it 's like if george had a disability and lennie took him to the woods and shot him it would not be Right because he shot someone that had disabilities he could do the same thing anyone else can do it just takes a little time for him to do something and a little time to teach him what to do it And how to do it and what he can do and what he can 't do.
It took 250$ and good deeds to create some doctor like me. Growing up I was the kid who looked at the world with open optimistic eyes. I grew up in a small city called Dora located in Iraq, the middle of three girls. I was born in the late 90s, I have been told that I was born "at the end of the good days". That's when Iraq's political circumstances were not at peace at all, at 2003 another war broke in Iraq.
He got on his face and the alien started to lick his ass hole. “Whatever you do, try not to cum yet!” Asked the alien. “Orgasm denial can make everything a lot more
Being a Veteran means to sacrifice yourself for your country, miss firsts in your families lives, and go on a never ending deathly adventure, you live petrified throughout. A Veteran is someone who is content when they free the world from despair. Veterans suffer traumatic experiences during endless days so we can take for granted our spoiled lives. Contributing service to our country is how we remember veterans, but we must remember them also for their character. I look to my father, the strongest man on earth, wearing his green uniform, walk through the door.
From the moment I was born I was considered a military brat, I was born in Hawaii at tripler hospital because my mom was in the army and stationed there, my biological father was in the marines. When my mom remarried when I was 7, she married a man who was in the Navy. Everyone thinks being a Military brat just means you know more than other people because you 've been more places and seen more things and you get a lot of stuff you want. This is not true at all. Coming from a military background means you never have stability, you are held to a higher standard than all the other kids, and sometimes it makes you want to be in the military and only focus on that.
Life in the war front is completely different than what I had imagined. As a Nursing Sister, or Bluebird, my job never ends, which makes writing in this journal extremely difficult. So many men come in with disgusting wounds, I feel sick just thinking about it even though I have nursing experience back home. I only joined the Royal Canadian Army Medical Corps because father decided to join the war front himself. I understand that as a militant who has aided in previous military acts would feel responsible to join the war but, he also has responsibilities at home.
The Yankees formed us up into a wagon train, planning to take us to City Point. On the way there, I thought about the Union prisons, which is where I was headed. I read from the newspapers that the prisons were filled to their limits with soldiers and most soldiers didn’t even live because they froze to death, had chills and fevers (which killed them), or they starved to death because of the terrible food. I hope what I read was not true because Ma, Sarah and Sam really needed me alive, not dead. To take my mind off of everything that had happened, I started to read my book of psalms out loud.
Verdant hills filled the enormous space near the water bodies with clean and cool blue water flowing calmly. I head over to the window. Lost in the view as I look down, I see the reflection of the crib. Before walking towards the wooden latticed cradle, I felt shivers go down my back because of the mixture of anticipation and agitation. I took a deep breath as if to gain confidence.
Biting her lower lip as she glances around the room trying to talk to you and gather her thoughts. Hands sweeping across her frame from side to
With a little disappointment in his voice and a sense of doubt at my response, he turned to me with a wild stare in his eyes and said he was ready to go at my command. That sounded like topping from the bottom to me. I overlooked
i feel the satiny flight of the butterfly, differently each time. soft pillows to cradle the weight, sleep laden eyes rhapsodize what may have forever been and what may be forevermore. life so short, beauty so fleeting. love of mine, your flame arouses my every flicker. as your flame finds solace glowing in embers eternally warm, i will clasp your hand so tight.