Lip sync

stray from their focus on the beauty that spelled him so. Hesitation, if only a moment’s worth, was nearly cause for panic. He offered another smile in an attempt to sway her confidence on the proposal at hand with a gentle nudge of encouragement. Lips, although unmoving, drew in calculated breaths to soothe his nerves without drawing attention to the fact that his certainty on the timing…

As it pertains to our group dance project, I could not be happier with the outcome. I am on a team of like-minded people who all strive for success while also knowing how to enjoy the experience. Kloe, Nick, Maddie, and myself connected within the first few days of the course, united by our own novice background in ballroom dance. As our skill set grew, so did our companionship, and we were eager to work cooperatively on this final project. We were a bit worried when everyone was called to split…

The green boy fell beside the pale girl, panting with a smile on his face. “How was that, Rae?” He asked. They had just finished having sex in the missionary position for the millionth when the girl turned to him smiling. “It was great Beastboy, but don’t you think it’s time to try something new?” Panting as hard as he was, she smiled looking into his big green eyes. Both of them had matured a lot since the Teen Titans had formed. “Although I think I’m getting abs on my abs,” Beastboy chuckled…

I came to Hope Orientation in August of 2016, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, fresh off of a summer at SpringHill Camps. My enthusiasm to begin college was matched by over 100 individuals in matching orange t-shirts and I was enthralled. While the other freshman in my group were hesitant to take part in the child-like games, I thrived. Though I didn’t understand the method, I loved the madness: the over-the-top skits, meeting 200 people over the course of one hour, and my favorite, icebreakers.…

It was an inferno of a day when I arrived at the UCO campus, where the seminar was being held. I was tired, hot, grumpy, and extremely anxious about being away from my family for a long period of time. The idea of having to meet so many new people made me want to throw up. However, from the second I met the first HOBY volunteer I knew everything was going to be okay. As if to spite my fears and initial bad attitude, HOBY was informative and entertaining. Everyone was kind and I felt safe and at…

View Profile Personal Message (Offline) Re: ADRIFT || Thawnolan & Akrem || (alive until dead & rhev) « Reply #33 on: August 17, 2015, 11:20:15 AM » Quote Akrem’s body moved in sync with Olan’s. At first he was holding her, bucking his hips upwards, driving his thickness upwards into her even as she ground her hips against him. Her hands behind his head, her arms on his shoulders, supporting herself even as he held her up with his hands and speared her on his dick. She…

Mark Erndt Jr was born june 29th 1997. He came out of his mother at a whopping 11lbs and 2 feet long. He attended Mount Forest elementary for kindergarten and 1st grade, then switched schools to St. Michaels elementary for 2nd-3rd grade, and finished 4th-6th back in Mt. Forest. In elementary he was a very smart child, doing very well in all subjects and showing intelligence greater than the majority of his peers. He did not have many friends in elementary, he only had his best friends Dylann and…

twenty teenagers and one instructor. The instructor rallied us all together. She gave a great big welcome and thanks for coming speech. After the speech, I played the mirror game with my soon to be best friend. It was a tremendous thing. We were in sync with each other. I then…

Journal Entry 1 – Descriptive Entry (Act II - Proctor) Diary, Although I had promised myself to never open and write in this book again, I can’t help but feel that today’s events should be recorded in here so I can set them away from my mind. If the memories are remembered in here, I wouldn’t to hold remember them in my mind. I had just come back home after a long day of planting and tending the land. I placed my rifle down beside the fireplace as I was welcomed in by the wave of warmth, a…

It was then that I noticed a sweet lullaby, one that was ever so quiet, from the room upstairs. The familiar voice had belonged to Elizabeth. It was the song she’d sung to the children since they were only babies. The melody was strung perfectly in sync with the flickering flame and the fire so flawlessly repeated the music. Yet, I failed to feel any…