He tenderly kissed her on the lips and said goodbye to his wife... forever. She begged and pleaded but that wouldn't stop him, he was going to leave her and no one could stop him.
His erect boner was creating a huge bulge in the grey sweatpants he was wearing.
"Cum for me like the little slut you are" Toji growled in her ear.
His tongue pulsated on her clit with fast motions and ever so quickly stealing glances to look at her fricked face.
She entered the room and to her surprise she saw nothing of suspicion, except the fact that her husband and his girlfriend are hiding underneath the bed.
When she opened the door she was not welcomed with the loving words of her children, but with their corpses reeking of metallic blood, completely devoid of life, and minute nematodes crawling through her son's and daughter's mouths.
As I walked to the back of the class I heard snickering from my fellow classmates, Jane and Margaret to be exact. I turned my head around to see them still laughing at me, once I got to my typical brown desk and chair I slumped in it, due to Mrs. Miku's boring English lesson. But that day I noticed something very unusual, a red dot at the corner of the wooden desk, I grazed my finger over it and smelt it. And to my surprise, it was a drop of blood since no one was watching me I dipped my finger into my mouth and was overflowing with disgust from my idiotic action. My classmate Shizuku scrunched her nose at my disgusting action, "You freak. Why would you taste a stranger's blood?" I didn't reply and only pondered on how I could do such a idiotic thing.
The scent of the two hot bodies was pure bliss for his nostrils as his beloved lay tenderly in his arms.
Priya's long tendrils flew gently in the wind, as a small mockingbird landed on her dainty finger. She giggled gently and it was as if Taehyung had flew to heaven, just be hearing her vocal cords vibrate in joy and complete bliss was music to his ears.
He unexpectedly swirled his tongue around her mouth to taste decadent chocolate still fresh on her tastebuds.
His abs glistened from the sun's rays shining on his wet torso.
His eyes were glossed with crimson undertones.
My fingers twitched to grab the hammer and just as I was thinking it, as if they had a mind of their own I grabbed the hammer and killed him. I reminiscence of this scene all the time it replays in my head as if I was a broken record constantly spinning with no end.
Her flawless facade masked the true realities of her despairful life.
It feels as if all the tears of my heart have dried up and the only thing that is left is an empty void. My sorrow is like the sand however there is no relief to wash it away only wind to spread my anxieties.
Sleeping is just the art of playing possum.
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RandomSentences I made I thought they were good and so I published them end of story #828 Writing #11 Sentences Feb 23rd
