What are you doing right now? (besides online & on Lit.)

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She shivers more as whispered words dance across it.

Only slightly...I'm always cold unless its 80 degrees out....but no...not so cold that I'm shivering...

A soft sigh escapes her lips as the ear is tugged..
 
Curious hands find nothing but skin beneath the hoodie, a gentle rise and fall of her chest. The rhythm changes just slightly as the tongue snakes along her ear. Eyes fall shut, a heart skips a beat..

You are too kind...but don't say it unless you mean it...because I'll keep coming back to ninja leech your warmth...
 
A sharp breath is sucked in as teeth find bone, a fresh wave of shivers sent traveling down her spine. Her back arches just slightly, pressing a lean form further into another's. Her hand raises, a feather light brush of fingertips across the smooth skin at a slender throat...

No...but you might change your mind when my almost always cold hands find your skin...Most do...
 
A lean body freezes, a head tilts back with no resistance, exposing the smooth curve of her throat, as that tongue finds her neck. The sharp point holds her there, though the simple attention to her neck alone would have done it. The pulse beneath it picks up, fast but steady. Fingertips travel up from a neck, threading into locks, cradling gently....

Gave a...fair warning...
 
Fingertips curl tightly into strands of hair, a body tensing as most conscious thought slips from her mind the moment teeth sink down, the effect seeming to only deepen as the pressure does. A free arm wraps around shoulders, nails slowly trailing down a back. It takes her a moment or more to find words...

A beautiful woman has her teeth in my neck....It's a justifiable distraction...
 
Waking up to freaking Spongebob, wth? o_O Oh, I have to change the channel. Where the hell is the remote?
 
Words were lost. A head falls back further, tilts to the side, further exposing the area where those teeth sank deep. A soft moan flutters from her lips, breathing coming in slow, shallows gasps. A knee rises in between thighs as nails dig into skin at a lower back, an attempt to ground herself...to hang onto...anything as she looses herself in the pleasured pain...
 
A little less oxygen brought in with each gasp, pushing her mind further and further down. The hand tangled within locks tightens, a slight pressure as she pulls. Hips find the rhythm, matching another, keeping pace instinctively as nails slowly begin to drag up, turning skin a beautiful trail of crimson in their wake.
 
Working on a mansion post, being distracted by my co-writer there, watching the news and having my first cup of coffee.
 
A body arches, bucks beneath a pleasurable weight as the growl pours down her ear. A sharp breath would have been inhaled, but was partially cut off, a sweet increase in the pressure at her throat, a hand clamped down, holding her there. Eyes flash open but seeing nothing. She turns her head in, cheek nuzzling against cheek as the mark slowly starts to blossom on her neck. Greedy hands travel down, catching the hem of a shirt in attempt to free the woman of it.
 
Her head follows the subtle commands, turning, capturing lips. She drank with hunger, a rush of a unique flavor. Her lips curve in a slight smile as teeth capture a bottom lip and tug. A mind slowly returns to focus, and hands began a lazy exploration of gentle brushes and harsh nails over the soft skin of her back....her sides...every inch she had access to.
 
Working on a mansion post, being distracted by my co-writer there, watching the news and having my first cup of coffee.

Promising not to distract anymore

Unless mental thoughts can distract across the sea

Stops talking to Cait and just decides to give her a shoulder and neck massage
 
Cleaning up the mess I made from spitting soda after seeing the new summers eve ad.
"Hail to the V."



Also, recalling the terrible pun made on my first name by a goofus last night.
 
Waiting for my daughter to get home so I can go visit DJ (if she is home) for a few hours.

*sighs*

I would like to be writing. Alas, scatter brain that i am, writing does not seem to be in the cards, right now.
 
Waiting for my daughter to get home so I can go visit DJ (if she is home) for a few hours.

*sighs*

I would like to be writing. Alas, scatter brain that i am, writing does not seem to be in the cards, right now.

*drive-by hugs for the lovely lupine lady*

Oh, and I've found this to be useful for rounding up scatterbrain.

*passes her a butterfly net with the word "thoughtcatcher" inscribed on it*
 
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