The Chinal Pearl Inn part 8

[sharingfantasies]

A small giggle.
"That's fair. I think I misunderstand the typical tired symptoms; like right now, my eyes burn, but I'm like: 'well, heck, BT, it's only 4:50am, you can do better than that.' I'm not sure why I make it a competition for myself, or if I'm just procrastinating going to sleep... truth be told, I hate sleeping; I feel like it wastes too much time, but I'm an odd duck, as they say."

Sounds like a youngster who is afraid if they sleep they will miss something. LOL

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

She looked up from her tracing and nodded to SF.
"Yeah... hubby works third shift; for the life of me, I take forever to get to sleep when he leaves, but when he's home and sleeping I can't sleep longer than 3 hours because the sun's still up. My brain is a fickle blighter; I'm lucky to get get 6 hours, most days."



Her eyes shifted from SF to Firmhanded_Daddy; an appreciative evaluation of his presentation curled a coy smile at the edges of her lips. She felt her cheeks grow rosy as her eyes darted back to her absentminded swirling fingertips on the hardwood of the bar. Her long, mousy-brown locks curtained in waves in front of her face, as her timidity took over once more.

"Pleasure to meet you, Firmhanded_Daddy," she said in a small voice. "And thank you for the welcome."

Aside: Carolina, eh? Same.

He could not help but smile a hint more broadly. The smile touched his emerald eyes, framed by a pair of black metal glasses. He found her shyness to be quite endearing and in someone he knew a bit better he may have teased her a bit for it just to accentuatethat charming blush. Instead he extended his hand to her properly. He was broad in most every sense. Thick muscular hand, well muscled arm, broad chest, and more broad shoulders. He did not break his eye contact with her, but he spoke more gently with a touch of knowing sympathy.

"The pleasure is mine. Feel free to call me Fd. Most fo. It is quicker and for those who dont feel comfortable addressing someone as Daddy it solves that problem too. I know how you feel I have pretty severe social anxiety and am uncomfortable around most people. I am just really good at taking it until I make it " He let out a warm, rich, deep laugh.

yep Nw tip of SC.

I don't have the Cherokee, but I fry instantly, once the burn peels off, there is tan underneath. Must be the German and Scottish skin. You needed Cherokee skin instead of blood, it would help more when it come to sunburns. LOL

Yeah it would be nice! I usually retain my color well into the winter months. At least that was a thing when I lived in Wisconsin and Illinois where there actually was winter.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Yeah it would be nice! I usually retain my color well into the winter months. At least that was a thing when I lived in Wisconsin and Illinois where there actually was winter.

Winter does have a way of messing with tans.

 

[BeautifulTrauma]

Sounds like a youngster who is afraid if they sleep they will miss something. LOL

"Story of my life," she shrugged. "Ever the wanderlust, regardless of what treachery finds me on the road ahead; ever the destination addict, even when the terminus ends up worse than the hell I left behind. Sleep takes me hostage, and I must obey, but if I close my eyes, who's to say I'll wake up again?"

She looked up at the ceiling of the CPI and let out a sigh.

"Well, that was darker than I intended."

He could not help but smile a hint more broadly. The smile touched his emerald eyes, framed by a pair of black metal glasses. He found her shyness to be quite endearing and in someone he knew a bit better he may have teased her a bit for it just to accentuate that charming blush. Instead he extended his hand to her properly. He was broad in most every sense. Thick muscular hand, well muscled arm, broad chest, and more broad shoulders. He did not break his eye contact with her, but he spoke more gently with a touch of knowing sympathy.

"The pleasure is mine. Feel free to call me Fd. Most do. It is quicker and for those who don't feel comfortable addressing someone as Daddy it solves that problem too. I know how you feel I have pretty severe social anxiety and am uncomfortable around most people. I am just really good at taking it until I make it " He let out a warm, rich, deep laugh.

yep Nw tip of SC.

As he approached her with outstretched hand she took in his appearance fully: the glint in his emerald eyes, the broadness of his torso. Tentatively, she reached out her own hand, which seemed almost dwarfed by his wide palm, to grasp his. In comparison, their skin almost matched in hue; even being shut in for the majority of the early spring with the wacky weather, her complexion held the lore of a summer beneath the sun the year before.

Although nervousness gripped at her throat, she nodded and shook his hand gently. Dewy caramel orbs peered through thick-lens glasses that accentuated the shadow of her cheekbones. At the apple of her left cheek a dimple presented itself as her lips broadened into a toothy grin: small, straight, pearly whites gleamed in the low light of the CPI.

"FD, it is," she replied with a nod. "Maybe one day I'll gather the gumption to call you Daddy."

Her cheeks immediately flared a ruddy tint, and she laughed at herself.

"But, yes, social anxiety is a very real thing that I, too, deal with in my life beyond the net. I spent the last six-or-so months stuck in the house because I couldn't even deal with being around my best friend without going into several panic attacks."

Her eyes fell to their hands, which she had not released. She slowly pulled her hand away and placed it in her lap.

"Sometimes it bleeds over into my creative space, sometimes I can keep it at bay. But, hey, now we're acquainted. That's a good step in the right direction, regardless."

Western NC, here; in the heart of the blue ridge, a sleepy little town full of tourists and trains.

 

[BritSal]

Glad to see you still working hard Sal. If you see Supergirl tell her FD says hello. I have not been on in a while.

Hi FHD,

Long time etc. Supergirl is in Paris with her boyfriend until Friday. So I’m all alone

 

[sharingfantasies]

"Story of my life," she shrugged. "Ever the wanderlust, regardless of what treachery finds me on the road ahead; ever the destination addict, even when the terminus ends up worse than the hell I left behind. Sleep takes me hostage, and I must obey, but if I close my eyes, who's to say I'll wake up again?"

She looked up at the ceiling of the CPI and let out a sigh.

"Well, that was darker than I intended."



As he approached her with outstretched hand she took in his appearance fully: the glint in his emerald eyes, the broadness of his torso. Tentatively, she reached out her own hand, which seemed almost dwarfed by his wide palm, to grasp his. In comparison, their skin almost matched in hue; even being shut in for the majority of the early spring with the wacky weather, her complexion held the lore of a summer beneath the sun the year before.

Although nervousness gripped at her throat, she nodded and shook his hand gently. Dewy caramel orbs peered through thick-lens glasses that accentuated the shadow of her cheekbones. At the apple of her left cheek a dimple presented itself as her lips broadened into a toothy grin: small, straight, pearly whites gleamed in the low light of the CPI.

"FD, it is," she replied with a nod. "Maybe one day I'll gather the gumption to call you Daddy."

Her cheeks immediately flared a ruddy tint, and she laughed at herself.

"But, yes, social anxiety is a very real thing that I, too, deal with in my life beyond the net. I spent the last six-or-so months stuck in the house because I couldn't even deal with being around my best friend without going into several panic attacks."

Her eyes fell to their hands, which she had not released. She slowly pulled her hand away and placed it in her lap.

"Sometimes it bleeds over into my creative space, sometimes I can keep it at bay. But, hey, now we're acquainted. That's a good step in the right direction, regardless."

Western NC, here; in the heart of the blue ridge, a sleepy little town full of tourists and trains.

Seems like lots of people have issues of some kind or another. Another way you fit in with us. My sister is in Rowan County. That area is very pretty.

 

[BeautifulTrauma]

Seems like lots of people have issues of some kind or another. Another way you fit in with us. My sister is in Rowan County. That area is very pretty.

Her smile remained.
"It's good to know I fit in, just fine. As for Rowan county: I haven't been east of Charlotte, to be honest; I'm a transplant in this area, originally from sunny ol' FL (seems to be a common theme up here, really)."

 

[sharingfantasies]

Her smile remained.
"It's good to know I fit in, just fine. As for Rowan county: I haven't been east of Charlotte, to be honest; I'm a transplant in this area, originally from sunny ol' FL (seems to be a common theme up here, really)."

That is similar to the AZ, UT, CO, NM area which is getting over run by Californians looking for affordable housing.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

"Story of my life," she shrugged. "Ever the wanderlust, regardless of what treachery finds me on the road ahead; ever the destination addict, even when the terminus ends up worse than the hell I left behind. Sleep takes me hostage, and I must obey, but if I close my eyes, who's to say I'll wake up again?"

She looked up at the ceiling of the CPI and let out a sigh.

"Well, that was darker than I intended."



As he approached her with outstretched hand she took in his appearance fully: the glint in his emerald eyes, the broadness of his torso. Tentatively, she reached out her own hand, which seemed almost dwarfed by his wide palm, to grasp his. In comparison, their skin almost matched in hue; even being shut in for the majority of the early spring with the wacky weather, her complexion held the lore of a summer beneath the sun the year before.

Although nervousness gripped at her throat, she nodded and shook his hand gently. Dewy caramel orbs peered through thick-lens glasses that accentuated the shadow of her cheekbones. At the apple of her left cheek a dimple presented itself as her lips broadened into a toothy grin: small, straight, pearly whites gleamed in the low light of the CPI.

"FD, it is," she replied with a nod. "Maybe one day I'll gather the gumption to call you Daddy."

Her cheeks immediately flared a ruddy tint, and she laughed at herself.

"But, yes, social anxiety is a very real thing that I, too, deal with in my life beyond the net. I spent the last six-or-so months stuck in the house because I couldn't even deal with being around my best friend without going into several panic attacks."

Her eyes fell to their hands, which she had not released. She slowly pulled her hand away and placed it in her lap.

"Sometimes it bleeds over into my creative space, sometimes I can keep it at bay. But, hey, now we're acquainted. That's a good step in the right direction, regardless."

Western NC, here; in the heart of the blue ridge, a sleepy little town full of tourists and trains.

He took her hand in his and offered it a gentle squeeze, then released it. His hand did indeed dwarf hers as they made contact, and as he gently released her, he looked at their intermingled hands. Then his eyes returned to her face.

He took note of the dimple and listened intently to her words. It was obvious that while she was speaking he was not only paying very close attention to what she was saying but also studying her. He was studying her body language, the cadence of her speech, the fluctuation of her voice, where she placed her eyes. When she spoke that rapt attention seemed to shatter for just a moment and he tensed, eyes flickering intensely as if she had stumbled onto something but he quickly recovered and nodded his head

"Feel free to addess me whatever makes you most comfortable. I am a low pressure kind of guy."

He listened as she explained her struggles and he nodded in sad understanding. Frowning he reached out to gently squeeze the hand he had just released. He hoped it was not an intrusion.

"I never had a panic attack until I was 35. Then I went through a string of them. They are absolutely horrible. I get what it is like to have anxiety bleed through and destroy your desire to do the things that you love and enjoy. It is why I am just now finding my way back here as well. I had to take time off for my physical and mental health. I know you don't know me from anyone else, but as someone who is also an introvert and gets somewhat of what you deal with if you need someone to talk to or just bounce ideas or frustration off of, or whatever my inbox is always open."

Then he released her hand, not wanting to invade her space overmuch.

(I am about an hour south of Ashville. I kinda sit right on the border where I can go to any of the adjoining states within an hour or two)

Hi FHD,

Long time etc. Supergirl is in Paris with her boyfriend until Friday. So I’m all alone

Sorry to hear you are all alone Sal. Sounds like you are still kicking it in the butt though!

 

[sharingfantasies]

My niece runs down to Myrtle Beach all the time. In fact, I think she is there right now.

 

[BeautifulTrauma]

That is similar to the AZ, UT, CO, NM area which is getting over run by Californians looking for affordable housing.

My niece runs down to Myrtle Beach all the time. In fact, I think she is there right now.

"Oh, what I would give to see a beach one more time... I've been meaning to go to Myrtle, but college has been consuming me--I've been going non-stop for the last couple years. This is the first summer I've had off in a long time."

He took her hand in his and offered it a gentle squeeze, then released it. His hand did indeed dwarf hers as they made contact, and as he gently released her, he looked at their intermingled hands. Then his eyes returned to her face.

He took note of the dimple and listened intently to her words. It was obvious that while she was speaking he was not only paying very close attention to what she was saying but also studying her. He was studying her body language, the cadence of her speech, the fluctuation of her voice, where she placed her eyes. When she spoke that rapt attention seemed to shatter for just a moment and he tensed, eyes flickering intensely as if she had stumbled onto something but he quickly recovered and nodded his head

"Feel free to addess me whatever makes you most comfortable. I am a low pressure kind of guy."

He listened as she explained her struggles and he nodded in sad understanding. Frowning he reached out to gently squeeze the hand he had just released. He hoped it was not an intrusion.

"I never had a panic attack until I was 35. Then I went through a string of them. They are absolutely horrible. I get what it is like to have anxiety bleed through and destroy your desire to do the things that you love and enjoy. It is why I am just now finding my way back here as well. I had to take time off for my physical and mental health. I know you don't know me from anyone else, but as someone who is also an introvert and gets somewhat of what you deal with if you need someone to talk to or just bounce ideas or frustration off of, or whatever my inbox is always open."

Then he released her hand, not wanting to invade her space overmuch.

(I am about an hour south of Ashville. I kinda sit right on the border where I can go to any of the adjoining states within an hour or two)

There was an obscure familiarity to him that she couldn't quite place. Had they crossed paths in her former life, here, she couldn't rightfully recall, but his warmth and genuine interest in conversation with her put her at ease. Her otherwise stiff posture lessened and she leaned comfortably against the bar stool she took up residence on. When he suggested calling him by any name she made a mental note of his kindness in acknowledging her eccentricities. The word Daddy hung at the edge of her lips, which slowly faded into a small half-smile, but she resisted the urge to divulge, silently supposing if there would be a right time, or any time at all. She averted her eyes as she pondered that longer than she meant to, the warmth of her cheeks radiating now across the bridge of her nose.

When he grabbed her hand again to explain how their lives seemed to be on a similar track, by way of mental health, a protective sensation rose in her chest. She knew well what he spoke of, she had been placed in a state hospital because of her anxiety and other various ailments that correlated around it. Nodding as he explained himself and offered his ear, she decided to oblige the same: there was something comforting in crossing paths with someone whose struggles mirrored her own. She started silently mused at the notion of how people's lives are strange, and how, at 27, she had experienced the triggers of her diagnosis for a little over four years.

After what probably seemed like an eon of silence, her lips curled back into a bright grin and she nodded.

"Thank you, for your kindness, and offering an ear; I will likely take you up on the offer once I find the courage to. I'm strangely awkward when it comes to speaking someone first, so you may have to give me time, or reach out first. What I mean is... The door swings both ways, if you need a confidant."

As he pulled his hand away once more she allowed her fingertips to linger, trailing gently against his palm: a sensation that felt warm and appreciative to her, though admitting such things would probably seem silly.

(Ah-ha! I'm about an hour west of Asheville; it's good to know we're equidistant from that city.)

 

[sharingfantasies]

"Oh, what I would give to see a beach one more time... I've been meaning to go to Myrtle, but college has been consuming me--I've been going non-stop for the last couple years. This is the first summer I've had off in a long time."

I hope you will take the time to smell the roses or, in this case, visit the beach again. I lived near the ocean most of my life but got so busy working that I hardly went near it. I should have taken more time for that.

 

[BeautifulTrauma]

I hope you will take the time to smell the roses or, in this case, visit the beach again. I lived near the ocean most of my life but got so busy working that I hardly went near it. I should have taken more time for that.

"I intend to; I have to visit the famed outer banks, too (it's on my bucket list). I have a lot to do in the next two years before I make my ultimate move out west to pursue publishing. I just have to keep reminding myself that self-care is required before I fall down the rabbit hole of career advancement. Wish me luck (I'm horrible at self care--tehe)."

 

[sharingfantasies]

"I intend to; I have to visit the famed outer banks, too (it's on my bucket list). I have a lot to do in the next two years before I make my ultimate move out west to pursue publishing. I just have to keep reminding myself that self-care is required before I fall down the rabbit hole of career advancement. Wish me luck (I'm horrible at self care--tehe)."

That was my downfall. Ahh, if only one could go back in time. LOL Of course, I probably would have done the same thing. I am not a fast learner.

 

[BeautifulTrauma]

"Well, ladies and gents, I suppose it is that time of the morning where I vanish into the aether for a couple/three hours. I bid you all ado; please feel free to message me if there are things left unsaid. It's been nice chatting with y'all."

 

[sharingfantasies]

"Well, ladies and gents, I suppose it is that time of the morning where I vanish into the aether for a couple/three hours. I bid you all ado; please feel free to message me if there are things left unsaid. It's been nice chatting with y'all."

It was nice talking with you also. Time for me to try for some sleep. Sat here so long my arm is stiff. Hopefully, you will sleep well. Night.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

"Oh, what I would give to see a beach one more time... I've been meaning to go to Myrtle, but college has been consuming me--I've been going non-stop for the last couple years. This is the first summer I've had off in a long time."



There was an obscure familiarity to him that she couldn't quite place. Had they crossed paths in her former life, here, she couldn't rightfully recall, but his warmth and genuine interest in conversation with her put her at ease. Her otherwise stiff posture lessened and she leaned comfortably against the bar stool she took up residence on. When he suggested calling him by any name she made a mental note of his kindness in acknowledging her eccentricities. The word Daddy hung at the edge of her lips, which slowly faded into a small half-smile, but she resisted the urge to divulge, silently supposing if there would be a right time, or any time at all. She averted her eyes as she pondered that longer than she meant to, the warmth of her cheeks radiating now across the bridge of her nose.

When he grabbed her hand again to explain how their lives seemed to be on a similar track, by way of mental health, a protective sensation rose in her chest. She knew well what he spoke of, she had been placed in a state hospital because of her anxiety and other various ailments that correlated around it. Nodding as he explained himself and offered his ear, she decided to oblige the same: there was something comforting in crossing paths with someone whose struggles mirrored her own. She started silently mused at the notion of how people's lives are strange, and how, at 27, she had experienced the triggers of her diagnosis for a little over four years.

After what probably seemed like an eon of silence, her lips curled back into a bright grin and she nodded.

"Thank you, for your kindness, and offering an ear; I will likely take you up on the offer once I find the courage to. I'm strangely awkward when it comes to speaking someone first, so you may have to give me time, or reach out first. What I mean is... The door swings both ways, if you need a confidant."

As he pulled his hand away once more she allowed her fingertips to linger, trailing gently against his palm: a sensation that felt warm and appreciative to her, though admitting such things would probably seem silly.

(Ah-ha! I'm about an hour west of Asheville; it's good to know we're equidistant from that city.)

An introvert he may be, but that simply helped make him a better empath. He could nearly read her emotions as they flowed through her. He nearly tasted her mischiefand that placed a broad smile on his lips. There was a natural kinship between the pair. Shared experiences; especially shared pain bonded people.

"As I said before I am lose pressure, but if it makes it easier for you to talk for me to open the door first I can handle that I will also be happy to reach out if I need the assistance."

At the touch of her fingers dragging over his skin stimulated his skin he let his eyes shut and he let out a deep, heavy sigh of content. As he felt her maintain the contact he stopped just short of breaking away from her. For the first time he seemed totally immersed in something; that something was her touch.

 

[The_gladiator]

e wanders in and smiles, "It looks like I missed all the fun last night. What a wonderful thing to have a new old face rejoin us. I feel like I should know her. time shall tell if I did or not."

He wanders to the bar and lays a hand on FD's back, "I have walked a long path with mental health also my friend. I believe I've spoken to you about it. I am trying to not let it rule my life though."

"You asked earlier how I was doing, I start my new job next Monday, so that's pretty cool, nervous as hell but I'll be trained extensively I believe, so there's that."

 

[Bjerget]

*lurks* Hi everyone. Boy you guys post a lot when I'm not around.

 

[The_gladiator]

*lurks* Hi everyone. Boy you guys post a lot when I'm not around.

pounces and hugglefucks her behind the bar.
"Hey my friend, been a while."

 

[Bjerget]

pounces and hugglefucks her behind the bar.
"Hey my friend, been a while."

Hugglefucks, eh? And here I was thinking you didn't like me anymore.

You never called me again, after all.

 

[The_gladiator]

Hugglefucks, eh? And here I was thinking you didn't like me anymore.

You never called me again, after all.

We've both been crazy. didn't ever know you were available. Don't make me bite you.

 

[Bjerget]

We've both been crazy. didn't ever know you were available. Don't make me bite you.

Well I mostly am. So there xD

And where ya gonna bite me? I prefer nipple nibbles myself.

 

[CFMB_fan]

She stumbled into the establishment and glanced warily around.

"Erm, hello."

An involuntarily cringe struck her form as she waited for a reply. She began ringing her hands within themselves--a nervous tick she never could break.

Welcome BT, I saw your two posts on my email at work earlier and am intending to read, the two posts looking for SRP ideas.

Evening all, decided to cycle the long way home tonight, at 18 miles.

So 28 miles today.

 

[The_gladiator]

Well I mostly am. So there xD

And where ya gonna bite me? I prefer nipple nibbles myself.

I'll tell you once I think of a place you won't enjoy