TableI watched her from across the table, silently stirring her tea with her straw. I watched the way her hand flexed, pushing, pulling the piece of plastic through the liquid, disrupting the stillness. While stirring, she absently twirled a strand of blonde hair around her finger, watching her tea move. I was busy nursing a scotch, needing the alcohol to help me keep up my courage through the night.Table
“I don’t really think that…” she started, interrupted by the arrival of an appetizer. She sat back from the table dropping silently, heavily into her chair’s back, placing her hands on the arms of the chair. I watched her, ignoring the person b
The AshThe ash falls away from me in an inhalation. It spirals and falls, dancing merrily between us, caught in the wind, given freedom. It looks like a slow, polluted snowfall, scattered and ignored until I breathe in. once that happens, it pushes away from me, my movements to catch it only pulling them between my fingers, just out of reach, though I could touch it if I wanted to. I can’t hold it, only touch. After that, it leaves. Or I do. The wind pushes it, my breath pushes it. When I breathe in, I hold it in rapt funeral amazement, lingering, waiting, coming closer. Finally it takes its place on the velvet jacket she is wearing, my velvetThe Ash
PettingI could feel her hair start to tangle around my fingers as I worked little circles in her scalp. She murred and pushed her head into her pillow. I began moving my hand further and further out, caressing behind each ear, so cold, with my thumb and ring finger. I began stroking the back of her neck with my pinkie, running it up and down the right side, while still working little circles into her scalp with my remaining two fingers. I could see her twist one foot behind the other, entwining her feet and rubbing the soles with the tops of the feet, lifting her calves slightly above the bed.Petting
I had seen this movie before; her reactions were
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"You will NOT sink my cheerio!" -Happy Noodle Boy, JTHM, Jhonen Vasquez
Forgot I was logged in as you, helping you upload stuffs.
Still, yay for deflowering.
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