Imprisoned

While I am more well known for my argumentative papers I'll give it a shot .

I don't know what y'all think but I like to write in first person sometimes so here goes


I sat in my cellar awaiting nothing, for surely that was all that was to come. The world has had its way with me, and cast me into this wretched prison. I cannot remember how long I have been imprisoned here, as it is dark at all times. In a regular prison I could at least count the hours, see the floor, but in this prison I am utterly lost. Wherever I am, it is completely black. I often wonder what I myself look like after all this time. I lie on what I think is a stone floor, cold and miserable and then a sound occurred. It sounded like a door but still nothing was to be seen. Light footsteps drew closer to me until they stopped right beside me.

"Is someone there? Help me."

I lunged out at the source of the footsteps and fell face forward on the stone floor.

"Please!" I cried.

"Let me out of here!"

I heard the door shut again and my eyes widened in horror as I thought about what happened. I had scared off the only contact I had come close too in years. I cried to myself, rolling into a ball pulling my hair out. Then something reached out and touched me. It was a gentle feeling around my shoulder. I could only assume it was a hand, and it turned me over onto my back. I instantly sat up on the floor and backed away, but the hand held onto my shoulder and I as I pulled away I pulled the hands owner into my lap. It was the first warmth I had felt in years and I grabbed it with all the strength I could. It twitched slightly, as if it was trembling in my arms.

Something spoke, "It's been some time hasn't it? Since we last touched?"

Memories erupted inside my skull. The voice was unmistakable. It was my wife I had been taken from all those years ago in our hometown.

"Why are you here?" I said, wishing I could see her face.

"I couldn't live another moment without you. I need you," she cried in her soft voice as she dug her head into my chest.

I squeezed her tighter, soaking in every feeling I could get. I wasn't dreaming. My one hope in my life had come to me.

"Oh how I've missed you," she said as her hands reached my face.

"You're cold," she smiled as she tuned around so she was sitting in my lap with her back against my chest.

As I kissed her I ran my hands down her sides massaging her, and began to pull up on her shirt. I needed more of this feeling, this wonderful sense of passion. As I removed her shirt from the top of her head the warmth of her back against my chest overwhelmed me. I still needed more. I moved my hands up rubbing around her breasts and squeezing her lips against mine.

"Mmmm," was the only sound uttered from her sealed lips.

She then released her hold of me and felt her hands down to my pants. As she removed mine I did the same until we were both completely bare. From where she sat in my lap I stuck my head under her arm and began tracing the side of her breast with my tounge. Her soft hair fell alongside her breasts and her head slightly raised as I continued massaging her.

"It's been too long for just this," she smiled.

Although I could not see her face we both knew we were smiling. With her back still against my chest we both spread our legs wider. My shaft was already hard and sticking under her passage.



I feel the blunt tip of his sex probe my moist femininity. He pushes inside me, stretching my wet channel with a purposeful stroke.He suckles one of my breasts, pulling and tugging on the nipple as he moves inside me. Turning to face him I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles around his ass and pulling him deeper. One of his hands grasps mine and guides it between our conjoined bodies. His fingers cover mine, coaxing me to touch myself. It’s an odd and pleasurable sensation, being filled and being led to the edge of bliss. I cry out, welcoming the waves of pleasure as they wash over me. I twitch in his arms and he clamps my hips with his hands in a vice-like grip, pounding into me and growling as his release claims his sanity.



I am reluctant to release her. The warmth of the aftershocks of her body is a haven I wish never to leave. Still in her embrace we lie here in darkness, no longer caring or waiting for anything, Only happy that we will forever be together.














Well that's a first for me. leave ops I guess. Thanks!

Not bad at all. The progression of events felt very natural, and I really liked how you handled their reunion. The only thing I would have to say is that the change in viewpoints (when you change from the man's narrative to the woman's narrative and back) felt rather awkward.

Nice one shot, though I do agree, the points of view switching suddenly, and so abruptly, throw the mood off a tad. Maybe some indication it was a different point of view other than the double lines would be best. Anyway, keep writing, it's great.

I agree with Raze and Arren to some extent with the switching between perspectives. I quite liked the two different viewpoints, but I think the transition could have been done more smoothly. The change was somewhat sudden and a little confusing at first.

Also, I don't think that 'ass' was the right word to use when the woman is describing the situation. It's is too... Harsh and profane a word among all of the rest.

Otherwise I think it was well-written and I have nothing against stories told in the first-person. All I care for is a good story and you have provided me with that.

ur right ass is alittle too harsh but can u think of a nother word thats better(not trien to be an ass..im jw) but i liked it alot =] thats for the read

butt.

PS

Maybe you should put something like:

Mans POV

Womans POV

something like that. Though I already did understand even without those, it kinda got some people confused.