Reposted from here. Dani hadn’t realised it could be this cold without actually, you know, snowing. Stuck on a mountainside in April with nothing but a sleeping bag and a few millimetres of the highest tech tent material between her and the elements wasn’t exactly her idea of fun, but here she was. She always
Reposted from here. He bites down and it tastes of wolves, jaws clashing in the deep of the woods, it tastes of soured milk spilled carelessly across stone, it tastes of the copper-coin heave-inducing flatness of his own blood. He bites down, pressing his teeth together, feeling them meet in the middle. Harder, and his
Reposted from here. It’s my first time driving. He’s moving his hands, palms outstreched in opposite directions to show what my feet should do. “…raise your foot up until you feel the bite.” I don’t feel anything bite. The car is full of rank oniony sweat mixed with mint from the Polos he’s obsessively crunching.
Reposted from here. “Bite down.” The voice was far too warm. Not clinical at all. It should have been ice cold, fully devoid of emotion. The voice had bounce. He bit the proffered leather strap. Zzzzzttt. He tried his best to keep his head still, mindful of the consequences should he flinch too hard. Zzzzzzzzzrrrrrt.
Reposted from here. That blissful feeling of a touch from behind. A firm hand in charge. Before it gently grips and tugs them gradually down. Lace lowers slowly and steadily, Reveals a peach. A delight. To bite. Savour. Cold air caress on flesh. Then a tingle between my legs as I open. Show. Reveal a glimpse of our pleasure
Reposted from here. Patrick awoke to a familiar, unwelcome whine somewhere near his ear. It was November, for God’s sake, how were there still mosquitoes in his apartment? A recent bite on his shoulder itched. The little shits. Through the gloom, his bleary eyes made out his tiny assailant, dancing drunkenly not far from his
Reposted from here. Where to start? He was young, tall and terribly good looking. In Risk management Had tried three times to explain his job to me. He’d gone into fathomless depths about ISO31000. Paused only when our starters at last arrived. As he speared a shrimp and dripped thousand island onto limp iceberg my
Reposted from here. You’d left your phone unlocked. I nearly ignored it. But. I think I knew, deep down before I looked. Confirmed my suspicions. It was like when I found Mum wrapping a pile of games one Christmas Eve. I crept into her bedroom as she covered Risk in Christmas wrap. Confirmation. Mix of
Reposted from here. The game. That is all there is. Nothing exists outside the game. No rules. No winners. No losers. Inside the game there is only victory, or death. The greatest heroes in the galaxy all played the game. You don’t get to a position of power and influence without taking a few risks,
Reposted from here. “It’s a nice set up you got here,” Bunger said. “Real nice.” He pursed his lips thoughtfully, and walked around touching things he shouldn’t have been touching. Solomon twitched, but he didn’t say anything. He scurried up behind Bunger, whose oddly long legs had taken him clear across the hydroponic house already.