He kissed my neck. All at once I felt so at home, I was sure having found the one and only love of my life. And he still kisses my neck. It’s really him!
she always loved being bit there. i hated it. it made me feel like a vampire and i’m not a big fan of vampires. i loved making her happy though. she loved it. so i did it. just to see her smile. that smile could drive me to do some crazy things. and it did.
Her neck was long and thin. Slender, like the blade of a knife. Not a very strange comparison to make, given the situation: she had a knife at her throat, he had a knife in his hand, pressed against the slight bulge of her Adam’s apple. She deserved it, that was for certain. He had justice on his side, goddamnit.
Sally rubs her hand up the nape of her neck again. It’s there, that little lump protruding agressively. She was sure that it hadn’t been there yesterday. Her heart beats faster for a second as she thinks of what it could mean for her.
A neck is an interesting thing. It can be long or short. It can be skinny or fat. It can be like a lollypop stick or like an elephant leg. the problem is, you never have any choice in the matter. I would much prefer to have a popcicle stick neck, yet i was born with about a thigh-size kneck. not like fat thighs, just like the thighs of a skinny girl.
His eyes fled from her neck as she glanced up at him, golden curls falling nicely in front of her face. Averting his eyes, he pretended to be fiddling with the clasp of his watch.
I think necks are pretty fascinating. Attractive. Especially the collar bone, if you counts as a part of the neck, which I do. Sometimes my neck hurts a lot though, due to an injury a few years ago. It doesn’t hurt right now. Right now my head hurts, though. Necks must be pretty strong: they hold up the head, and they also carry serious blood supply.
I hate my neck. It creaks and never feels comfortable. Ever. In fact, I twist and turn it so often, attempting to relieve the air pockets between my vertebrae, that I look like Voldemort in Harry Potter when he does HIS neck cracky thing.
katie has a strange mark on her neck. she keeps trying to convince me that it is a rash, but we all know that it is a hickey. she is a liar. but maybe she sleepwalks to the frat houses and hooks up and doesn’t realize it the next day. that would be awful. what a mystery.
Neck’s can be long, lean and beautiful. Or chunky, stumps leading to a blob of a body. A commonly over looked body part, they can share much about an individual.
on my neck there is a love bite. on my neck there is a necklace. do it up for me? god my neck is stiff – i hate working and it makes me sad. what do you like about me? my neck is like an ostrich’s – long and gangly.
I miss when we’d lie in my bed together, your chest to my back, one arm draped over my waist and the other tangled in my hair. You’d press your nose to my neck and sniff loudly. I’d laugh cuz your breath was tickling me and ask what you were doing.
this is the subtle yet divine place to rest ones lips when disclosing to a lover your trust and lust for them. Nothing is so comforting to an equal partner.
it hurts, its long. if only it didnt look like a saggy vagina. i hate it. i feel as if i am a 50 year old woman who cant wear anything but a turtle neck.
Turtle neck, why must you hold my skin so tight?
i cant breath. it hurts.
oh neck.
My neck is so stiff and twitchy. I wish there was a way I could hold my head up without having to use my muscles. I can never relax. My neck hurts. My ex boyfriend held my neck up for me once.
He wished he had a neck. Other people have necks, but he didn’t have one. He wasn’t a fat man. It was just a twist of fate that his normal sized head sat on his shoulders, with no neck support.
I just wanted to hit him as he snatched the neck of the bottle away from me. I knew though I would get him back as he hadn’t realised I had actually filled it with soapy water. I think its time to walk away.
my neck is like no other it exceeds and surpasses everyone who obtains. it holds my huge head from falling to the ground and rolling away. I Love my neck for this reason and do not take it for granted.
she had a long slim neck and around it there were some stairs that would go up to her eyes in which there were a pair of mirrors that reflected the moon.
Neck and neck, they raced down the speedway, sweat pouring down their faces. The engines roared, but the crowd was louder, drowning out any breath that the racers might have heard in their own ears.
Encircled with a rope of pearls, attached to a head… aw screw it this is hard talking about someone’s neck without sounding creepy. Seriously, a neck? Face or even a toe would be wayyy easier than this. And usually I’m better at writing than this =P
a thing that holds your head up. some can be long and attractive, but also short and not. animals have necks, especially a giraffe whose neck is long. so legit. also a word for getting your kiss on.
coffee brown delicious fantastic stimulant . I love coffee so much it hurts. I would one day like to marry a woman made entirely out of coffee. I would love her for ever. I take mine with one cream it is delicious. sugar in coffee is gross.
my neck has always been longer than other peoples’. the apostrophe after peoples’ gave me trouble for a second. i never rememember just where to put it, or the silly rule. try saying how i spelled remember. tis fun.
Around her neck was draped a simple strand of pearls. It was the perfect finish to an otherwise imperfect silhouette. Her figure was no longer the perfect hour glass, her hair had touches of gray.
He kissed my neck. All at once I felt so at home, I was sure having found the one and only love of my life. And he still kisses my neck. It’s really him!
giraffe. they use it to get what they want on the trees. it’s their most useful tool!
she always loved being bit there. i hated it. it made me feel like a vampire and i’m not a big fan of vampires. i loved making her happy though. she loved it. so i did it. just to see her smile. that smile could drive me to do some crazy things. and it did.
Her neck was long and thin. Slender, like the blade of a knife. Not a very strange comparison to make, given the situation: she had a knife at her throat, he had a knife in his hand, pressed against the slight bulge of her Adam’s apple. She deserved it, that was for certain. He had justice on his side, goddamnit.
Sally rubs her hand up the nape of her neck again. It’s there, that little lump protruding agressively. She was sure that it hadn’t been there yesterday. Her heart beats faster for a second as she thinks of what it could mean for her.
neck is great for separating the head and body.
A neck is an interesting thing. It can be long or short. It can be skinny or fat. It can be like a lollypop stick or like an elephant leg. the problem is, you never have any choice in the matter. I would much prefer to have a popcicle stick neck, yet i was born with about a thigh-size kneck. not like fat thighs, just like the thighs of a skinny girl.
His eyes fled from her neck as she glanced up at him, golden curls falling nicely in front of her face. Averting his eyes, he pretended to be fiddling with the clasp of his watch.
My friend has a neck which is exceptionally strange: it is mostly dark and smooth, with occasional missed wiry hairs and a large cord of a vein,
Neck.
the foot of my head, the snake I gulp the food, nothing else
I think necks are pretty fascinating. Attractive. Especially the collar bone, if you counts as a part of the neck, which I do. Sometimes my neck hurts a lot though, due to an injury a few years ago. It doesn’t hurt right now. Right now my head hurts, though. Necks must be pretty strong: they hold up the head, and they also carry serious blood supply.
I hate my neck. It creaks and never feels comfortable. Ever. In fact, I twist and turn it so often, attempting to relieve the air pockets between my vertebrae, that I look like Voldemort in Harry Potter when he does HIS neck cracky thing.
I have a rash on my neck right now. So mine isn’t so beautiful. But they can be so elegant. They say more about an individual than you’d think.
katie has a strange mark on her neck. she keeps trying to convince me that it is a rash, but we all know that it is a hickey. she is a liar. but maybe she sleepwalks to the frat houses and hooks up and doesn’t realize it the next day. that would be awful. what a mystery.
Neck’s can be long, lean and beautiful. Or chunky, stumps leading to a blob of a body. A commonly over looked body part, they can share much about an individual.
on my neck there is a love bite. on my neck there is a necklace. do it up for me? god my neck is stiff – i hate working and it makes me sad. what do you like about me? my neck is like an ostrich’s – long and gangly.
I miss when we’d lie in my bed together, your chest to my back, one arm draped over my waist and the other tangled in my hair. You’d press your nose to my neck and sniff loudly. I’d laugh cuz your breath was tickling me and ask what you were doing.
“Nothing,” you’d say. “Just drinking you in.”
this is the subtle yet divine place to rest ones lips when disclosing to a lover your trust and lust for them. Nothing is so comforting to an equal partner.
it hurts, its long. if only it didnt look like a saggy vagina. i hate it. i feel as if i am a 50 year old woman who cant wear anything but a turtle neck.
Turtle neck, why must you hold my skin so tight?
i cant breath. it hurts.
oh neck.
My neck is so stiff and twitchy. I wish there was a way I could hold my head up without having to use my muscles. I can never relax. My neck hurts. My ex boyfriend held my neck up for me once.
He wished he had a neck. Other people have necks, but he didn’t have one. He wasn’t a fat man. It was just a twist of fate that his normal sized head sat on his shoulders, with no neck support.
I just wanted to hit him as he snatched the neck of the bottle away from me. I knew though I would get him back as he hadn’t realised I had actually filled it with soapy water. I think its time to walk away.
I like necks they are good and without them my head would be falling over the shop. So in conclusion I am happy for my neck.
i am gay
neck
my neck is like no other it exceeds and surpasses everyone who obtains. it holds my huge head from falling to the ground and rolling away. I Love my neck for this reason and do not take it for granted.
she had a long slim neck and around it there were some stairs that would go up to her eyes in which there were a pair of mirrors that reflected the moon.
above the head
i see not one neck but a few of many people. each stretching out in a sort of offering, i don’t know how to take it, what to do with it.
Neck and neck, they raced down the speedway, sweat pouring down their faces. The engines roared, but the crowd was louder, drowning out any breath that the racers might have heard in their own ears.
“I can’t believe it! They’re so close!”
“I know, it might be a tie.”
“I can’t blink!”
Encircled with a rope of pearls, attached to a head… aw screw it this is hard talking about someone’s neck without sounding creepy. Seriously, a neck? Face or even a toe would be wayyy easier than this. And usually I’m better at writing than this =P
what you stick out when you’re in fear of the decision or sure of your position
holds up your head
is the epidemy of a woman! as the man is the head and the woman moves the man anywhere she wants
a thing that holds your head up. some can be long and attractive, but also short and not. animals have necks, especially a giraffe whose neck is long. so legit. also a word for getting your kiss on.
testing
I wish my neck were long and thin and graceful. Instead it is almost nonexistent giving me a toad like apparence.
coffee brown delicious fantastic stimulant . I love coffee so much it hurts. I would one day like to marry a woman made entirely out of coffee. I would love her for ever. I take mine with one cream it is delicious. sugar in coffee is gross.
my neck has always been longer than other peoples’. the apostrophe after peoples’ gave me trouble for a second. i never rememember just where to put it, or the silly rule. try saying how i spelled remember. tis fun.
His neck was stretched to the limits, and he still couldn’t get a glimpse of her.
Around her neck was draped a simple strand of pearls. It was the perfect finish to an otherwise imperfect silhouette. Her figure was no longer the perfect hour glass, her hair had touches of gray.