The graceful sleekness of her neck attracted him. She wasn’t very pretty at first sight, and he thought her face was somewhat plain anyway. But her skin, so fair and fine, drew his eyes more than he wanted to know.
My neck is warm. the sweat beads form but are somehow non-existent. suffocating.
maybe that’s what’s happening to me.
the feeling is so unfamiliar, so uncomfortable, and yet i feel like i’ve spent time with it before.
you are suffocating me.
My neck happens to be rather long, But his is short and thick, muscly, covered with a couple rather harsh looking scars from all his futile attempts at shaving when he was a wee little middle schooler. That time when I would laugh in his face when he said I took up 15% of his heart. The time I would cry when he did not ask but state that I was adopted no matter how many times I told him he was wrong. For he is never wrong. At least, in his mind he isn’t. And I am never right.
Except for when his lips graze my neck and I have proved him wrong.
For I take up more than 15% of his heart. And my parents did not adopt me.
But I am an in vitro baby so I guess we both got it only sort of right.
I glanced in the mirror as I was dressing, everything looked normal, felt normal except for one small change. There was a slowly fading mark that resembled teeth in the curve of my neck. I tracked my hand over it feeling the indents it had made. I thought of the night it happened and cringed. If only I knew who was responsible.
i once had a neck… but then it got slit… to bad eh?
i guess you can live without it… but only if you dont die
im just kiddin… i never got my neck slit…
neck what does it mean well i think that when you move your head you move your neck. The neck it the most fragile thing in your body why cause if you break it then you could die………………………………. i don’t want to die like that.
he reaches down and touches my neck, its heavenly, but its sinful. he reaches down and places his lips alongside my collar bone, and with a kiss he condemns me. to love, to make love to him. i give in.
I love thinking about kissing my husbands neck. It just gets me going so good. I just can’t wait to be married and I can just do it anytime I want to. I really like how my neck looks with a good necklace on it too.
Her neck was adorned with jewels the colour of bruises. Purple gems behind a cast of white light; stark against the blondness of her hair.
She married a man when she was twenty, and he stitched stories about love and knights from the soil she walked on. It flourished in her heart, seeds planted with the intent to woo; she was left with sorrow, and the numb flesh beneath the handprint on her soul – on her cheek.
the necking of an isotropic material occurs when the applied force causes deformation in the material such that the cross sectional area and therefore the strength of the material is reduced. If the material continues to be loaded, failure will occur.
I’m up to my neck in debt. The hangman slipped the noose around my neck. She had vampire bites on her neck. You have a fat neck. I stuck my neck out for you! The randy young couple was found necking on Lover’s Lane. Stop all your rubber-neckin’! Some people in the south eat chicken necks.
to touch, to feel. a place of comfort. insecurity. intimacy. vulnerability. you get worried when i do this, but pleasured when i do that. it’s an often over-looked area of the body. i wish mine were longer.
i could trace the contours of your neck for hours.
I watch my life trickle down the curves and see why is it I love you so much.
With each trail it brings me closer to your heart.
A heart that I find I grow more connected to with each passing day.
I love you.
necks are attached to heads, a woman’s neck can be very sexy, it is a sensual area and kissing, stroking, tickling, nibbling and biting are all advised.
cheshire cat smile night beaming tobacco leather smoke wrapping around the nape of my neck throwing itself between my knees following around my elbow and kissing my heels goodbye.
Her neck was soft, a little paler than I was used to, but nonetheless lovely. Her neck was like a magnet to me, something that I was drawn to like the sole purpose of my whole existence was to get to touch it. To smell it. To bite it.
i have a neck, it’s awesome, it keeps my head up. my neck is average size, some people have long necks, how about a giraffe’s neck? that’s one long neck. i love to have models with a longer neck, it makes my clothes stand out more against the body when i draw them.
He rubs his neck, nervous. The short, quivering hairs brush his fingertips and he exhales loudly through his nose, nervous. The sound only serves to make him more so. Pressing slightly, he can feel his pulse. At least, he supposes, right now, he is alive.
He traced his lips down the side of her neck, barely touching. She shivered silently. She had wanted this moment for so long that she could barely breathe. As his lips finally made true contact, she closed her eyes and fell in love.
necks are the most vulnerable part of the human body. whenever i first had a dream in which i killed somebody, i continously struck them in the neck, long after they were dead. it’s a human instinct. i discussed it with somebody else and they said they did the same thing. giraffe’s have long necks and are therefore quite unthreatening. sorry about the grammar.
the neck of the bottle was small, making it hard for the drunkard to drink. he tried to sip the ligure. but more spilled down his front than into his mouth. he spewed words at me, but they where so hard to understand..
its attached to the head. simple. slow. nothing to do with anything. theres nothing to type. im doing something stupid. theres no way this is going to mean anything because i am just typing. the world isnt watching or anything cool like that, im just sitting here. boring. god im cool.
it iz attached 2 yer head,yep i noe it sayz dont think write, buht um ya thats all i qot.
SO im a wait till theez 60 secs r ovrr. !
peace ! (:
….waitinqqqq.
…
neck. Oddly, my neck has hurt all week long. I’ve fantasized about getting a massage. Neck used to be the term fo kissing, but I think that’s changed quite a bit. Neck. I stick my neck out frequently. I like that in a person. A person willing to take a chance. Rubbernecking.
My neck is the worst. Even i sleep on it funny it’ll be a horrible experience the rest of the day. But sometimes I wishy head could expand, you know, like a giraffe, and be able to see everything around me. Then maybe my nexk wouldn’t be so bad, until that is, I hafta find somewhere to rest it. Then maybe it’ll be a pain all over again.
tHE neck is the conjoining element between the head and body. It is a great part of a woman to kiss and lick. Also it is a great use of expressions, IE ‘pain in the neck’. Without necks we would be fucked up.
His hands traveled up and down the neck of the bottle. “I just don’t know what to do anymore.”
A bead of water left a trail down the wrap in a suicide plunge.
“Did you tell her that?”
simple supple and alive i change with every breath . my life is here, it is near in through this and of the voice i am exhale’s definiton and the inhales invitation. may i renovate
Your neck holds your head to your body. That is really quite an important function; without it we’d be unable to turn our heads. Imagine, if a blazing meteor shot through the sky and the whole of humanity turned to look, we’d all have to rotate our whole bodies, and that could lead to a lot of nasty bumps.
Madeleine feels Geoff’s breath on her neck as they walk down the sidewalk. She can feel his hair scratching at her jawline. Their shoes pad down the cement, making echoes along the path they leave.
my neck says that i should go to london and have the time of my life and live a life of fancy and richness. the neck is like a knife that has nothing to do but stretch and so i think that i will
The graceful sleekness of her neck attracted him. She wasn’t very pretty at first sight, and he thought her face was somewhat plain anyway. But her skin, so fair and fine, drew his eyes more than he wanted to know.
I’ll see you tomorrow, I hope.
My neck is warm. the sweat beads form but are somehow non-existent. suffocating.
maybe that’s what’s happening to me.
the feeling is so unfamiliar, so uncomfortable, and yet i feel like i’ve spent time with it before.
you are suffocating me.
My neck happens to be rather long, But his is short and thick, muscly, covered with a couple rather harsh looking scars from all his futile attempts at shaving when he was a wee little middle schooler. That time when I would laugh in his face when he said I took up 15% of his heart. The time I would cry when he did not ask but state that I was adopted no matter how many times I told him he was wrong. For he is never wrong. At least, in his mind he isn’t. And I am never right.
Except for when his lips graze my neck and I have proved him wrong.
For I take up more than 15% of his heart. And my parents did not adopt me.
But I am an in vitro baby so I guess we both got it only sort of right.
I glanced in the mirror as I was dressing, everything looked normal, felt normal except for one small change. There was a slowly fading mark that resembled teeth in the curve of my neck. I tracked my hand over it feeling the indents it had made. I thought of the night it happened and cringed. If only I knew who was responsible.
i once had a neck… but then it got slit… to bad eh?
i guess you can live without it… but only if you dont die
im just kiddin… i never got my neck slit…
neck what does it mean well i think that when you move your head you move your neck. The neck it the most fragile thing in your body why cause if you break it then you could die………………………………. i don’t want to die like that.
neck
he reaches down and touches my neck, its heavenly, but its sinful. he reaches down and places his lips alongside my collar bone, and with a kiss he condemns me. to love, to make love to him. i give in.
I love thinking about kissing my husbands neck. It just gets me going so good. I just can’t wait to be married and I can just do it anytime I want to. I really like how my neck looks with a good necklace on it too.
Her neck was adorned with jewels the colour of bruises. Purple gems behind a cast of white light; stark against the blondness of her hair.
She married a man when she was twenty, and he stitched stories about love and knights from the soil she walked on. It flourished in her heart, seeds planted with the intent to woo; she was left with sorrow, and the numb flesh beneath the handprint on her soul – on her cheek.
the necking of an isotropic material occurs when the applied force causes deformation in the material such that the cross sectional area and therefore the strength of the material is reduced. If the material continues to be loaded, failure will occur.
Reminiscent of us… isn’t it?
head body woman necklace dres hair ears long cut redneck kill
I’m up to my neck in debt. The hangman slipped the noose around my neck. She had vampire bites on her neck. You have a fat neck. I stuck my neck out for you! The randy young couple was found necking on Lover’s Lane. Stop all your rubber-neckin’! Some people in the south eat chicken necks.
to touch, to feel. a place of comfort. insecurity. intimacy. vulnerability. you get worried when i do this, but pleasured when i do that. it’s an often over-looked area of the body. i wish mine were longer.
you placed your lips around my neck and whispered “it will be okay.” safe to say i didn’t believe you.
i could trace the contours of your neck for hours.
I watch my life trickle down the curves and see why is it I love you so much.
With each trail it brings me closer to your heart.
A heart that I find I grow more connected to with each passing day.
I love you.
necks are attached to heads, a woman’s neck can be very sexy, it is a sensual area and kissing, stroking, tickling, nibbling and biting are all advised.
When my hands reached out in front of my face, I screamed.
Everything was red- the hands, the knife, his face…
Everything was gone.
If I could only defend myself… I thought.
cheshire cat smile night beaming tobacco leather smoke wrapping around the nape of my neck throwing itself between my knees following around my elbow and kissing my heels goodbye.
Her neck was soft, a little paler than I was used to, but nonetheless lovely. Her neck was like a magnet to me, something that I was drawn to like the sole purpose of my whole existence was to get to touch it. To smell it. To bite it.
i have a neck, it’s awesome, it keeps my head up. my neck is average size, some people have long necks, how about a giraffe’s neck? that’s one long neck. i love to have models with a longer neck, it makes my clothes stand out more against the body when i draw them.
He rubs his neck, nervous. The short, quivering hairs brush his fingertips and he exhales loudly through his nose, nervous. The sound only serves to make him more so. Pressing slightly, he can feel his pulse. At least, he supposes, right now, he is alive.
He traced his lips down the side of her neck, barely touching. She shivered silently. She had wanted this moment for so long that she could barely breathe. As his lips finally made true contact, she closed her eyes and fell in love.
necks are the most vulnerable part of the human body. whenever i first had a dream in which i killed somebody, i continously struck them in the neck, long after they were dead. it’s a human instinct. i discussed it with somebody else and they said they did the same thing. giraffe’s have long necks and are therefore quite unthreatening. sorry about the grammar.
the neck of the bottle was small, making it hard for the drunkard to drink. he tried to sip the ligure. but more spilled down his front than into his mouth. he spewed words at me, but they where so hard to understand..
They were neck and neck, the wind sailing past them as they ran down the track, focused solely on being the best.
its attached to the head. simple. slow. nothing to do with anything. theres nothing to type. im doing something stupid. theres no way this is going to mean anything because i am just typing. the world isnt watching or anything cool like that, im just sitting here. boring. god im cool.
it iz attached 2 yer head,yep i noe it sayz dont think write, buht um ya thats all i qot.
SO im a wait till theez 60 secs r ovrr. !
peace ! (:
….waitinqqqq.
…
necklace
bold
chunky
gold
silver
charm
lost
broken
sorry
hemp
hope
lost
dreams
seashell
desert
and the sand
tied on a string
home
neck. Oddly, my neck has hurt all week long. I’ve fantasized about getting a massage. Neck used to be the term fo kissing, but I think that’s changed quite a bit. Neck. I stick my neck out frequently. I like that in a person. A person willing to take a chance. Rubbernecking.
My neck is the worst. Even i sleep on it funny it’ll be a horrible experience the rest of the day. But sometimes I wishy head could expand, you know, like a giraffe, and be able to see everything around me. Then maybe my nexk wouldn’t be so bad, until that is, I hafta find somewhere to rest it. Then maybe it’ll be a pain all over again.
tHE neck is the conjoining element between the head and body. It is a great part of a woman to kiss and lick. Also it is a great use of expressions, IE ‘pain in the neck’. Without necks we would be fucked up.
His hands traveled up and down the neck of the bottle. “I just don’t know what to do anymore.”
A bead of water left a trail down the wrap in a suicide plunge.
“Did you tell her that?”
my neck is sensitive
i love when his lips, teeth, tongue touch it
or his breath, warm and soft against my neck
I become a puddle.
Her neck was so soft. A few strands loose from the rest which she tied up so it wasn’t in my face. I could feel my breath bouncing off it. I miss it.
simple supple and alive i change with every breath . my life is here, it is near in through this and of the voice i am exhale’s definiton and the inhales invitation. may i renovate
Your neck holds your head to your body. That is really quite an important function; without it we’d be unable to turn our heads. Imagine, if a blazing meteor shot through the sky and the whole of humanity turned to look, we’d all have to rotate our whole bodies, and that could lead to a lot of nasty bumps.
Madeleine feels Geoff’s breath on her neck as they walk down the sidewalk. She can feel his hair scratching at her jawline. Their shoes pad down the cement, making echoes along the path they leave.
my neck says that i should go to london and have the time of my life and live a life of fancy and richness. the neck is like a knife that has nothing to do but stretch and so i think that i will