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the second is not.


I rarely do things out of spite.
you tried to touch me when I didnt know you.

Actualy I merely threatend to touch.
And true we did not know each other. But I only touch uninvited if its a matter of life and limb. ie first aid or selfdefence. Thats not to say I dont enjoy giveing back and leg rubs.
 
"Alright..."

She pours the perfect absinthe, blue flame licking at an elixir of pure sugar and anise. Okay, that's a lie, normally graceful fingers trembled enough to slide the burning cube prematurely into the alcohol and almost put the whole thing to flame. A sheepish grin recovered.

"Here.."

Hay Ive done that.
 
ahhh crap.... trying to write... um sucks.

Watching the girl think as she tried to make her hands graceful brought a smile to waiting lips. Fingers touched fingers long enough to make sure the fey new it was with purpose before taking the glass and tipping the liquid over her tongue. Breath sharply inhaled as licorice woke tastebuds rarely used and unmelted sugar tickled a soothing path. A swallow and lips parted once more waiting.
 
ahhh crap.... trying to write... um sucks.

Watching the girl think as she tried to make her hands graceful brought a smile to waiting lips. Fingers touched fingers long enough to make sure the fey new it was with purpose before taking the glass and tipping the liquid over her tongue. Breath sharply inhaled as licorice woke tastebuds rarely used and unmelted sugar tickled a soothing path. A swallow and lips parted once more waiting.

Those bashful fingers had steadied, taking encouragement; touch was soothing like that. She smiled. Her eyes rose tentatively, absorbing the subtle cues of reaction to absinthe's sweet spice. It was this spice that now paired with the truffle's bite- a bitter note surrounded and soothed by deep, dark chocolate.
 
Those bashful fingers had steadied, taking encouragement; touch was soothing like that. She smiled. Her eyes rose tentatively, absorbing the subtle cues of reaction to absinthe's sweet spice. It was this spice that now paired with the truffle's bite- a bitter note surrounded and soothed by deep, dark chocolate.

-A glittering smile... Dark melting into bitter sweet. The wish to chase fingers with teeth is strong but eyes close as lips do. Her breath purrs as she fades into the night-

Sleeping at the keys... does no one anygood.
 
flops down on a couch, on her front, legs bent with feet kicking in the air behind her lazily as she scrawls notes in a notepad every so often

Hello to anyone who might be lurking.
 
I find the word lurking very ugly...Much prefer observing or watching quietly from behind the bushes.
 
I find the word lurking very ugly...Much prefer observing or watching quietly from behind the bushes.

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True.
But then if you think about the definition of lurk...it's not the prettiest thing to be doing.
Although I meant it in the 'internet forum' sense...to those 'lurkers' who might be reading but not contributing.

waves

Anyway. How's your day going?
 
giggles

True.
But then if you think about the definition of lurk...it's not the prettiest thing to be doing.
Although I meant it in the 'internet forum' sense...to those 'lurkers' who might be reading but not contributing.

waves

Anyway. How's your day going?

My day's pretty OK...just browsing tumblr perving (Not perving, admiring) at pics, trying to sort the finre details on some rp's.

You?
 
My day's pretty OK...just browsing tumblr perving (Not perving, admiring) at pics, trying to sort the finre details on some rp's.

You?

Pretty darn awesome actually. For many reasons...

bounces a little and just grins wider

It's been a very good day!
 
GGooood morning campers! Is a balmey 3.8889c or 39f depending on where you went to school. And I dont know what the weather man is calling it but when the wet snow comes up over your boots and over an inch or 2.54cm over our pants leg then were calling it deep enough. about 4.5 in/11.43cm. Thats right folks the s___ is geting deep here so enjoy your weather for me and be safe out theree.
 
You need binoculars to be a voyeur...that's the rule, right?

Or am I confusing it with peeping-Tom?

The starship Voyeur. aint that the name of a startreck parody? Well it should be.
And peeping-toms need binos. and normaly a tall tree, or second story window.
 
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