Welcome to Hell.

You're only as sexy as you feel. AND sexy boots can be hidden and you still feel sexy when you wear.them for you. Plus when you sit they become a tease. People will want to see more. Thats yummy all on its own.

Lol I never feel sexy. But I do know vaguely enough to try to play to my strengths....But what I perceive that to be is probably flawed....Which I can say intellectually but it doesn't change the emotional reaction....if emotional is the right word. I'm not sure it is. The boots might still be waiting for another night. I'm kinda feeling like rocking tennis shoes tonight. :)
 
Lol I never feel sexy. But I do know vaguely enough to try to play to my strengths....But what I perceive that to be is probably flawed....Which I can say intellectually but it doesn't change the emotional reaction....if emotional is the right word. I'm not sure it is. The boots might still be waiting for another night. I'm kinda feeling like rocking tennis shoes tonight. :)

-giggles-

I know what you are saying. I feel the same way most of the time.

I most go. The cookies are done and cubs need tending.
 
a voice, belonging to a certain mischievous Tess, drifting down into the depths,

Cookies?
 
a voice, belonging to a certain mischievous Tess, drifting down into the depths,

Cookies?

Grins and lets her whispered words carry upon the shadows to where a hidden pretty lays lurking

Mmhmm.....I'm betting if you ask the succubus bartender, she'll get you some...
 
You're only as sexy as you feel. AND sexy boots can be hidden and you still feel sexy when you wear.them for you. Plus when you sit they become a tease. People will want to see more. Thats yummy all on its own.

Twin speaks truth.

The nails, the teasing lips....her mind empties and she just falls into the sensation. Small crimson lines form on pale skin where the nails traced. Beneath feather light touches, muscles tense for a moment, goosebumps rising. Her head tilts just slightly, naturally finding a meeting of lips...until slender fingers entwine with damp locks. She freezes just a bit, whispering back softly

Okay..

Husky giggle which is felt upon lovely flesh.

Good.

One last kiss, a tug of damp hair, release.

Knowing smile-

Love you just as much.

And that need... We both have it. It's not an itch that you can scratch or fuck away your self.

Again, the Twin speaks true.

I am scared, you know? Terrified really and happy sick excited.

An odd combo.
 
Twin speaks truth.



Husky giggle which is felt upon lovely flesh.

Good.

One last kiss, a tug of damp hair, release.



Again, the Twin speaks true.

I am scared, you know? Terrified really and happy sick excited.

An odd combo.

She shivers...then straightens and reaches up to the table and picks up the chosen jeans and tugs them up. No belt, since that would defeat the purpose of wearing said jeans. They rest low on lean hips and she collapses back on the couch, taking a breath or two, turning her gaze to a wolfling.

When you do that, I find that I give you anything you want.

Tugs mostly black cross training tennis shoes over her feet.

And that feeling? Odd, but extremely common. Usually means good times are coming. Good times that are going to be painful, but oh-so-awesome. So....odd...but good combo

Nods sagely
 
Three of the most beautiful and wonderful women ever to be crazy enough to talk to me all in one room. Not sure if I should dance, or run away.

grins, hugging Luna, Ivory, and Nina in turn.

Figured I would wish all of you good night. :kiss:
 
a voice, belonging to a certain mischievous Tess, drifting down into the depths,

Cookies?
Mhmm.... Chocolate chip.
I am scared, you know? Terrified really and happy sick excited.

An odd combo.
You know what?

That just makes me want to tackle you when I see you.

-nods-

I think i will.
Three of the most beautiful and wonderful women ever to be crazy enough to talk to me all in one room. Not sure if I should dance, or run away.

grins, hugging Luna, Ivory, and Nina in turn.

Figured I would wish all of you good night. :kiss:

You shouldn't run or dance. The hugs we're actually the correct thing to do.

-grins big big-

:kiss:
 
Slow foot steps lead a boi to her heart home, the other one. Her brain is no where near normal and her mind won't stop with the unconnected thoughts that end with blood, spatter, gore, tears, screaming.

A return to Hell is mandatory.

So, brown skinned one enters and heads for the huge fire pit located near the far wall. A chair pops into existence, just as she reaches the pit and she falls into it's comfortable confines with barely a sound.

She owes words...so, as soon as her brain stops tormenting her, she will get to work.

Honey brown eyes close...
 
Home...well almost home. There are so many pieces owed. SO many words due. She has to crack the whip upon her own back, just to marshal the words into some sort of order.

And that is bad.

It's coming up. The anniversary of her mother's death...and she already KNOWS it will be bad...

because it's starting earlier than usual and that means definite bad times coming.

Fuck.
 
Home...well almost home. There are so many pieces owed. SO many words due. She has to crack the whip upon her own back, just to marshal the words into some sort of order.

And that is bad.

It's coming up. The anniversary of her mother's death...and she already KNOWS it will be bad...

because it's starting earlier than usual and that means definite bad times coming.

Fuck.

The silent guardian that creeps in the shadows is sent, carrying strength, a presence. That big, black cat slips into Luna's shadow...and stays there, until the Cat it serves is satisfied it is no longer needed.
 
The first bit is written. Not here...but else where, for a big Cat. Slim fingers pull up the list for stories owed HERE before all movement stops. A guard from big Cat. A wolfling feels it and sighs, quietly, before hunching her shoulders and getting back to work.
 
I can not take any more of this at all. Not even a little bit.

All of this fucking screaming and arguing and yelling and stupidity and for what? I don't know.

And now my son is talking about moving out...and he hates me.

Fuck...

I don't know what else to do.
 
I can not take any more of this at all. Not even a little bit.

All of this fucking screaming and arguing and yelling and stupidity and for what? I don't know.

And now my son is talking about moving out...and he hates me.

Fuck...

I don't know what else to do.

He doesn't hate you, love. He's angry...

Wraps arms around, holds close...
 
sighs and snuggles down

I had a good visit with kitty Twin, gods I wish I could have just stayed there.

Snuggles back, wrapping limbs around a little frame

I know, gorgeous...But things will look up. They don't stay down forever. More vacations and visits to plot and plan..and look forward to.
 
Snuggles back, wrapping limbs around a little frame

I know, gorgeous...But things will look up. They don't stay down forever. More vacations and visits to plot and plan..and look forward to.

gives a slow bob of a curly topped head and murmurs

I just hate stupidity for no apparent reason. And it seems like it has been a constant case of stupid ever since my return to Maryland.

touches full lips to a fragile seeming neck.
 
gives a slow bob of a curly topped head and murmurs

I just hate stupidity for no apparent reason. And it seems like it has been a constant case of stupid ever since my return to Maryland.

touches full lips to a fragile seeming neck.

Shivers just a bit, but nuzzles gently, kissing the top of a head.

That's because stupidity breeds like bunnies! Or a zombie virus..*****bably more like the virus...Bunnies don't kill people...stupidity can...in many ways. You're just immune to the zombie stupidity virus...and are stuck watching all the idiots who are not :-(
 
Sighs again and strokes slim fingers over a slender back

Concentration is utterly shot.

Am trying to focus for PGoD. I know where I want the story to go. I know what my post NEEDS to go...I just can't get it to work.
 
Sighs again and strokes slim fingers over a slender back

Concentration is utterly shot.

Am trying to focus for PGoD. I know where I want the story to go. I know what my post NEEDS to go...I just can't get it to work.

Strong, capable, knowing fingertips find the muscle in shoulders, and high up on a slender neck. She pushes and pulls, draining those muscles of their tension, eating it up to help the wolfling find a small sense of peace.

Knowing the direction is more than half the battle. The words will come. You just have to be patient. They always manage to find you, love. Now won't be any different.
 
Strong, capable, knowing fingertips find the muscle in shoulders, and high up on a slender neck. She pushes and pulls, draining those muscles of their tension, eating it up to help the wolfling find a small sense of peace.

Knowing the direction is more than half the battle. The words will come. You just have to be patient. They always manage to find you, love. Now won't be any different.

Nodding, sighing, tension dripping from muscles.

How are you, by the way?

I find myself having less time for gossip than before...and I hate when I miss friends due to my real world drop kicking me in the face.

Tell me...


something good...
 
Nodding, sighing, tension dripping from muscles.

How are you, by the way?

I find myself having less time for gossip than before...and I hate when I miss friends due to my real world drop kicking me in the face.

Tell me...


something good...

I'm not too bad. Trying to get over some stupid respiratory infection thing. It's been keeping me from my fitness, which sends my head dark places. But other than that, just busy at work. How about you?

And the real world does a lot of face kicking. But we'll still be here. Waiting patiently. We all do that. We all know the real world can suck monkey balls.

She leans in and softly whispers...

I'm signing the lease for a new apartment tomorrow....and going to a Zombie Prom up by you....
 
head tilts, capturing the soft strains of a voice, delivering smile making news.

I am sorry you aren't feeling well, love. Even sorrier that your brain decides that being ill is NOT enough and must pick at you insanely.

A small grin

Congratulations and dammit zombie proms are the bestest.

I haven't had a day off since I got back from vacation. sighs and leans back

Probably why I am stressing getting some words done today.

Small fingers reach up and back to trail over a cheek, a chin, a neck before drifting along soft skin toward the nape and straight hair that requires tugging.
 
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