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Vail_Indigo
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fingertip running from tip of her chin...down the soft skin under her palate...down her throat
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My index finger circles lightly on the inside of her wrist, making only the slightest contact.
Not at all. I have learned a lot since I came here and still have much to learn.
Smiles softly, though I do not move.. wondering if I will scare him off if I do..
Moi aussi. I have learned so much in my time here, as a writer, a person. Who I am and where I am going. In the end all that matters is that I take something from my time here.
Widening the circles, my fingers continue playing over the soft skin with the lightest of contact. I continue to watch Vail and my little girl.
I hope my experiences here are as good as yours.
The circles make me just a little jumpy, and I bite my lip.
I've been here over a year and LOTS have happened since that point... some good, some not so good... but in the end.. worth it. Afterall..
My eyes flit to Vail and her actions over Sixxy
I am hers.
The circles make me just a little jumpy, and I bite my lip.
I've been here over a year and LOTS have happened since that point... some good, some not so good... but in the end.. worth it. Afterall..
My eyes flit to Vail and her actions over Sixxy
I am hers.
*eyes locked on Dr J's smiling proudly* and I am his
fairly oblivious to all goings on save the task at hand
I feel the flesh the slight tremors and see you bite your lip at the periphery of my vision. My fingers stop briefly.
I think it is that way with most things.
I know.
My eyes move to Sixxy.
And she is mine. should I stop?
sighs happily, enjoying her soft touch
gives Vail a soft smile, but shakes her head gently as if to say 'nope, not there'
The choice is entirely in your hands. I could push. But rather am curious with where you plan to take this.
reaches over with my free hand and drags my nails lightly up the inside of his arm, just barely, and I smile.
smiling...thinking the girl might be trying to deceive me...back down then...now along her collarbone...up to the crook of her neck where it meets shoulder
No farther than yours does with mine.
The hairs on my arm stand on end. My fingers return their journey along your arm.