Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that blooms in deepest of night, His corset ringed in far too tight.Panicked beats in his heart race;Clownish colour adorns his face,His heart and sleeve are wreathed in lace.***"Halloween" -->Based on. I was trapped in a cloud of love and tenderness. I was feeling so safe and secure and horny all at the same time. My feelings seemed to be way stronger than any conscious thought I had, my feelings were overwhelming, my feelings were calling the shots, while my mind was numb and regressed, expelled towards the back seat, just a helpless observing passenger is this vessel that was my body. This vessel that was succumbing to all the pleasures and arousal. He slipped his finger inside of me and. He slowed, becoming cautious. It was possible that this was a party of males, fishermen maybe, possibly armed. He was strong and skilled at hunting, but he didn't take chances either.He crept closer, moving silently. Then he almost laughed. Standing in front of the fire, looking out into the darkness, was a woman. A single woman, who wasn't even as large as the mother. He looked around. The quarry must be hiding in the old house. If that other woman stood aside, well, maybe he would let her. " she started."Carrie," he interrupted."What?" You've been through so much. There's no way that you can bounce back from all of this right away." But I want to start living again. I want to have a normal life!" she cried."You can and you will. Just know that there is no quick fix for this." I know," she continued to cry.Tom pulled her down onto the bed and she ignored her first instinct to jerk away from him, when he pulled her into his arms and he held her and stroked her hair. "Don't worry..Read More
