bouncing by with a number for the juke box (cuz in a perfect world, there’d be juke boxes with music to match a sky like that!)
it just feels like the right vibe
~s~
Jack Ingram, Miranda Lambert, Jon Randall - In His Arms (from The Marfa Tapes)
bouncing by with a number for the juke box (cuz in a perfect world, there’d be juke boxes with music to match a sky like that!)
it just feels like the right vibe
~s~
Jack Ingram, Miranda Lambert, Jon Randall - In His Arms (from The Marfa Tapes
How have you been?
tip of my tongue licking pink lips‘ may i.., please?
mmmmmmm
loving your touch
as it looks in your eyes
one hand goes to your knee
lifting up your leg
Taptaptaps your ass with the cane.
Then lifts it of and brings it whistling back full force to bury itself into your assflesh, flex and rebound
Count, pig.
Happy Happy Birthday !!
dace=face..this not my day..lol
eyes huge
hearing the tone in your voice
~yes my Goddess. pig is sorry my Goddesspigs ass mindlessly staring to twerk from the pain
feel the cane brushlooking up at the Duchess
slips quietly onto the floor and covers myself with blankets........tries to get some rest.
thank you dear
bending forward
to stroke your hair
really? lol hides dace
comes over kneels by youyou look lovely
What, no avatars?
Well HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Fenix Arsenal
Oh, yeah that wasn't ominous at all. Not a single bit."I suppose I will. I need a brain-condom or something to get into it?"
Well she wasn't being literal, but the protocols were there to sequester, self-sanitize. It wasn't perfect, as a matter of fact she was a walking, talking, [somewhat] living example of the long-term side effects of such memory manipulation.
"I'll stay ready, be good to activate in minutes if it's go-time."
IRIDIA settled with the last dregs of her soda when the topic shift, taking a much more easy seat where she used the laid napkins from earlier to clean off the table, folding the stained paper into a rough facsimile of a large, wrinkled, dirty origami crane.
"Sentiment is the one thing some machine can't generate, some clever Engi can't make with spare parts, some datamancer can't fake. It's logical to cherish it."
And naturally, her response was bittersweet. For every joy that someone else flourished, it was only natural to draw comparisons. A girl could be jealous. A person could be a girl-shaped receptacle constructed entirely out of different flavors of jealousy.
"…mmhm," And a shrug to accompany. It was a trash answer and she knew it, but she didn't know how to speak the Cure-Code to disengage your heat-seeking concern.
"I'm convincing myself I don't care," she finally relented. "…like about all the secrets or mystery. Maybe it's okay to just run with it, uh… like to take this as a second shot. It's a reckless way to go, but it's better than being my own prisoner just worrying about it. So yeah, that's how I'm doing."
Reaches for My own, favorite thin cane.
Grins toward SadoBitchOh, I enjoy using ginger root.
Loved Your use of the nettles and thornsTurns back to the pig and lightly brushes the cane across your ass to let you know what is coming
Tomorrow, July 17thwe have a Birthday!!!!
Please follow me to wish best of Birthday to:
~lil wild gurl
hugs
v
oh - good evening
Not to muchJust laying low. Staying quiet
Belches."Thanks. What's up, buddy?"
Smiles up at you.