the mans collar was up and made him look hotter than he was. When i finally saw him up close I soon realized that this man was in fact old enough to be my father. Without think I ran away as soon as possible, by a huge gust of wind my own collar was forced up.
The first thing I thought of was one of those white starched collars that men in the regency era wore. That in turn gets me thinking about Jane Austen, then Pride and Prejudice, and then Colin Firth, whom I had a dream about this morning.
He turned up his collar and it almost acted like a button which activated his withdrawn state. I could tell by the way his lips set firmly and his blue eyes exuded coldness that he didn’t mean it. Watching him go it struck me how shallow his beauty was.
Choking my neck, sweaty and I want to pull at it. But I sit with my hands by my thighs, still, listening. I shouldn’t even be here, but she’s pregnant and my brother won’t talk to her and she needs to make a decision about what to do.
Well there’s blue collar vs. white collar. You know, the working class vs. the real professionals. But is it really a versus or do they collaborate with one another for the greater good? Let’s ask the blue collars.
my dog wears this, and i can tell when he is about to come to my room to gieve me a goodmorning kiss, because it always rattles when he waddles down the stairs. it really actually stinks, and used to be white, but now is brown. lovely.
A collar is on a shirt. A shirt sometimes has lipstick on it. Red lipstick. Lipstick not from another woman. But from his wife because their marriage is that hot. His heart still quickens at the sight of her.
She was bound to the bed with his leather cuffs as he stood over her.
“Will you be mine for life?” He whispered in her ear.
“Yes Master.” She replied without hesitating.
The collar was fastened around her neck. She then belonged to him.
Property of Master.
The collar of his jacket was flipped up. I didn’t know if that was by accident or if he thought it looked cool. I reached my hand up to lay it flat and he grabbed my wrist. He didn’t know me like that
i put the collar around his neck.
“shut up, don’t speak, don’t breathe.”
he just looked at me with the biggest eyes i’ve ever seen. they were the color of the sea, so pretty against his coconut-brown skin.
the leather around his neck was white, and it shone against him, like my hands did as i painted secrets across his ribs.
He shifted his neck uncomfortably and pulled on his collar while waiting outside the door. The shirt, now crisp and white, had been bleached and starched the previous day for this very special date. He exhaled. Better not mess this up.
I’m on a collar so tight. I’ve been yours for months. The nylon’s digging into my skin. The buckle is so cold. I need to get out. Even if I have to chew my way. I love you.
I broke my collar bone today. It’s kind of a funny story you see. I was on my way to meet a young woman named Sally for brunch. When all of a sudden a loose dog rushed past me.
I fucking hate people who still pop their collars. I never liked it, even when it was trendy. It just makes you look like a douche bag. I’m not sure what else I can write about this word. That was the first thing that popped into my head. Why not Dog Collar or BDSM stuff, is beyond me. I think this site is interesting though. Maybe I’ll get a better word next time. Is this timed? I don’t remember if it said it was or not. Now I’m just stalling…I want a new word. Fucking Collar? Lets have an adjective next k?
how many collars has detective stabler secured? i’m talking about law and order SVU. in private school, you often have to wear shirts with collars. i always hated that. stifling.
Collar; something you see at the top of your breast; or be it a dog, something you see at the neck; nonetheless, I’d have it; if it were on a turkey, or on my chest. Collar, at rest, or just pressed. I like it, best, just the same.
collar makes me think of a professional, tall, black man with a suitcase going up some stairs to work.. mm maybe just work in general. where have i seen this before? The Pursuit of Happiness.
I got up and went to work that day putting on my polo with the fucking “GAP” logo printed on the inside of the collar So I had to wear it popped like dracula or elvis. My life sucks.
the collar of his shirt won’t lie flat
he’s standing there, constantly smoothing it
but it won’t cooperate
he knows it makes him look nervous
but he’s not nervous
why would he be?
it’s only the most important day of his life
then, there she is
white dress and veil
most important day of his life
biggest mistake of his life
I kissed just above his collar; it was astonishing, how soft even he was there. I suppose I expected men to be rougher, deliciously coarser everywhere. But this was such a lovely, downy surprise.
The collar was tight and jeweled, it seemed to hold my head to my body. It dug into my skin, and I healed over it, so that it became a new organ, and every gem a little node. Such is luxury.
It was bright, but it wasn’t sophisticated. It was just the kind that could catch your eye as you saw the proud owner trotting alongside it’s companion. It just so happened to be blue this time. It’s color changes from day to day, depending on the individual wearing it. But this does not detract from it’s ability to make the thought process stop. To kill off ideas, instantly. Oh what some would give to have this ability about themselves! But none receive the affirmative toward their pleas.
collars on shirts make sure you know where your head goes and they come in many shapes and sizes i personally like tshirt collars and v necks cuz v necks make my boobs look bigger! awesome! and also collars can be popped like a pimp. cuz im a pimp.
The dog was walking and all of a sudden his collar broke. He didn’t know what to do so he just kept walking like nothing happened. He felt bad for leaving it so he picked it up in his mouth and went home to return it!!
i like colers. collers are my ferit
the mans collar was up and made him look hotter than he was. When i finally saw him up close I soon realized that this man was in fact old enough to be my father. Without think I ran away as soon as possible, by a huge gust of wind my own collar was forced up.
The first thing I thought of was one of those white starched collars that men in the regency era wore. That in turn gets me thinking about Jane Austen, then Pride and Prejudice, and then Colin Firth, whom I had a dream about this morning.
collars are extremly itchi. i dont like collars.
He turned up his collar and it almost acted like a button which activated his withdrawn state. I could tell by the way his lips set firmly and his blue eyes exuded coldness that he didn’t mean it. Watching him go it struck me how shallow his beauty was.
My collar isn’t stiff anymore. I’ve been out here three months and my shirt is down to mere fabric. It was striped once, but now it is merely mud.
It holds me captive
Attaches me to this dreadful rope
I am pulled
Lead
Stolen away from freedom
Enclosed around my neck
I’m the hunter of souls.
I make my collars and move on.
the collar framed his neck and had traces of color…color that didnt belong there, shade of pink.his wife wore red.
Choking my neck, sweaty and I want to pull at it. But I sit with my hands by my thighs, still, listening. I shouldn’t even be here, but she’s pregnant and my brother won’t talk to her and she needs to make a decision about what to do.
Some people have a peculiar dialect in the US where they pronounce “color” like “collar.” Can’t remember where this occurs exactly though.
Collars. What is their purpose? What comes to mind? Well, personally, I believe they are useless fabric used to distinguish people.
Well there’s blue collar vs. white collar. You know, the working class vs. the real professionals. But is it really a versus or do they collaborate with one another for the greater good? Let’s ask the blue collars.
my dog wears this, and i can tell when he is about to come to my room to gieve me a goodmorning kiss, because it always rattles when he waddles down the stairs. it really actually stinks, and used to be white, but now is brown. lovely.
A collar is on a shirt. A shirt sometimes has lipstick on it. Red lipstick. Lipstick not from another woman. But from his wife because their marriage is that hot. His heart still quickens at the sight of her.
She was bound to the bed with his leather cuffs as he stood over her.
“Will you be mine for life?” He whispered in her ear.
“Yes Master.” She replied without hesitating.
The collar was fastened around her neck. She then belonged to him.
Property of Master.
The collar of his jacket was flipped up. I didn’t know if that was by accident or if he thought it looked cool. I reached my hand up to lay it flat and he grabbed my wrist. He didn’t know me like that
i put the collar around his neck.
“shut up, don’t speak, don’t breathe.”
he just looked at me with the biggest eyes i’ve ever seen. they were the color of the sea, so pretty against his coconut-brown skin.
the leather around his neck was white, and it shone against him, like my hands did as i painted secrets across his ribs.
I looked at my baby brother, then at the dog, then back at my baby brother… It was going to be a memorable Saturday.
He shifted his neck uncomfortably and pulled on his collar while waiting outside the door. The shirt, now crisp and white, had been bleached and starched the previous day for this very special date. He exhaled. Better not mess this up.
I walked up to you
turned your collar down, turned you
back the other way.
I’m on a collar so tight. I’ve been yours for months. The nylon’s digging into my skin. The buckle is so cold. I need to get out. Even if I have to chew my way. I love you.
white collar
blue collar
dog collar
collarbone
clavicle
icicle
I broke my collar bone today. It’s kind of a funny story you see. I was on my way to meet a young woman named Sally for brunch. When all of a sudden a loose dog rushed past me.
collared shirts in private schools, private schools, private rules.
i broke them, and i can break you too.
triple collar shirts are multi-purpose and awesome!
I fucking hate people who still pop their collars. I never liked it, even when it was trendy. It just makes you look like a douche bag. I’m not sure what else I can write about this word. That was the first thing that popped into my head. Why not Dog Collar or BDSM stuff, is beyond me. I think this site is interesting though. Maybe I’ll get a better word next time. Is this timed? I don’t remember if it said it was or not. Now I’m just stalling…I want a new word. Fucking Collar? Lets have an adjective next k?
how many collars has detective stabler secured? i’m talking about law and order SVU. in private school, you often have to wear shirts with collars. i always hated that. stifling.
Collar; something you see at the top of your breast; or be it a dog, something you see at the neck; nonetheless, I’d have it; if it were on a turkey, or on my chest. Collar, at rest, or just pressed. I like it, best, just the same.
collar makes me think of a professional, tall, black man with a suitcase going up some stairs to work.. mm maybe just work in general. where have i seen this before? The Pursuit of Happiness.
I got up and went to work that day putting on my polo with the fucking “GAP” logo printed on the inside of the collar So I had to wear it popped like dracula or elvis. My life sucks.
the collar of his shirt won’t lie flat
he’s standing there, constantly smoothing it
but it won’t cooperate
he knows it makes him look nervous
but he’s not nervous
why would he be?
it’s only the most important day of his life
then, there she is
white dress and veil
most important day of his life
biggest mistake of his life
I kissed just above his collar; it was astonishing, how soft even he was there. I suppose I expected men to be rougher, deliciously coarser everywhere. But this was such a lovely, downy surprise.
The collar was tight and jeweled, it seemed to hold my head to my body. It dug into my skin, and I healed over it, so that it became a new organ, and every gem a little node. Such is luxury.
As she tugged on the collar of our dog, I couldn’t help but picture a small child trying to hang a hammock by shifting one tree closer to the other.
Brilliant and sparkling, you wear your collar like a badge of honor. Listen to the truth, Duckie. it’s nothing but a portable cage.
It was bright, but it wasn’t sophisticated. It was just the kind that could catch your eye as you saw the proud owner trotting alongside it’s companion. It just so happened to be blue this time. It’s color changes from day to day, depending on the individual wearing it. But this does not detract from it’s ability to make the thought process stop. To kill off ideas, instantly. Oh what some would give to have this ability about themselves! But none receive the affirmative toward their pleas.
Brilliant and sparkling, you wear it like a badge of honor. I tell you now, it’s nothing but a pretty cage.
collars on shirts make sure you know where your head goes and they come in many shapes and sizes i personally like tshirt collars and v necks cuz v necks make my boobs look bigger! awesome! and also collars can be popped like a pimp. cuz im a pimp.
The dog was walking and all of a sudden his collar broke. He didn’t know what to do so he just kept walking like nothing happened. He felt bad for leaving it so he picked it up in his mouth and went home to return it!!