comicfan

LOL. Well I figured this was one story to fit the bill of taking the blame. Hate to admit it has a foothold in reality. I shouldn't be allowed to drink if I know your secrets and you are pissing me off.

Well it was about describing nipples. lol. I had fun with it.

Hmm. I'll have to see what I can add to make her live more than. Thanks for the comment Cia.

Thanks Cia. I didn't have to look to hard to find an idea for this one. It is close to home for me as well.

I like relationships that you can toy with. I think men and women get that way when the person they love is sick. They just want to take over. But the thing to remember is while they might be sick they are still the same person you have always loved and they still need to live their lives.

Thanks Cia. I will go back and do that. Although now it should be more fun since I will be writing the prompts. lol

Well I just think that it doesn't have to be shown to be sexy or for you it to be explicit. Glad you liked though Cia.

Would you like me to bake you a cake?

This picks up later in the story. Death thanks him for the help remember.

I'm always glad when a story helps to inspire someone write more.

elasmobranch

He had to keep pushing me and then wondered why it all went wrong. So he was getting married for the second time, big deal. Did he have to keep ragging on me. "Don't worry, Rip, everyone will eventually find someone. Now just help me finish up so we can get to the party. I'm so going to be god damn late as it is." Sure, he will be late. Me, I get to take the blame and keep another of his god damn secrets. Does he care how I feel? No, of course he doesn't. I am just th

I admit that I am still one of the old ones who loves the feel of pen and paper. I will sit down to write postcards, letters, and cards to friends. I am insomniac and it helps me stay in touch with people. Today however was different. I literally sat down and wrote out 18 postcards, three cards, and two letters. I sat and wrote these things out. I've had people ask my why I don't just email them to the people involved. To be honest, because I personally enjoy getting mail. I might get lazy and not check my email but I always check the mailbox. There is something about getting mail that isn't a bill. I enjoy so much finding a letter from a friend telling me what is happening in their life. The postcard of someone traveling who takes that moment to fill me in. The joy of getting a birthday card, Christmas card, or any other card is one I can't always explain to people. I send cards for any occasion. You are pregnant, expect a card. I find out you are sick, here is your get well card. You and your partner have an anniversary, I'm so happy for you and yes here is the card. Christmas, Easter, Halloween, St. Patrick's Day, and even the 4th of July are just excuses to sit down and play catch up with the people I care about. Some live too far to just hop in the car and visit. So for me mail is still an important option. Sending along best wishes, photos, and putting stickers on the envelope are all part of what I do. Then today I have to admit to indulging in my other favorite pursuit. I found some new recipes of my mother's in a back drawer while cleaning today. I made copies into my recipe box so that I don't lose them. This year at Christmas when I send out the holiday cards I will be asking my family for their favorite recipes. I figure I will gather them all up, type it up, put it into a book, go down to Staples, have copies made, and send a copy of the book to everyone who contributes. I know i have forever lost some of the recipes my mother made because well she never wrote them down. I am hoping this encourages family members to go get these favorites before they are forever lost to them. Then we can all share them. So that has been my day today. Not too bad. Now to get back to my chapter.

Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?

I sat watching Ted sleep on the beach towel. A fly landed and walked across his chest till it seemed to be drawn to his nipple. I couldn't fault the fly, I too was obsessed with his nipples. Slightly larger than a quarter those little peaks of delight had often acted as a siren's call to me. Most of the time they were flat, smooth, and would occasionally smell of his musk and cologne. Flicking my tongue over those sensitive pleasure points I would see the skin swell and little peaks or pyramids

Oh I so do agree. They have so many uses and are such and important part of childhood.

I don't know if it was torture or sex play but they admit they got themselves into it either way. The cold blue eyes gave me the chills. Going to be a long night for the one in chains either way you look at it.

I remember reading this prompt. The idea of being without sight is not something I willingly like to consider. Then you add salt to the wound with your ending. OUCH! Poor victim you have there. But wonderful read.

I just couldn't stop giggling. Death by dust bunnies. OMG. Things couldn't have gotten any funnier. Just wish it was the cheater instead.

That was a nightmare. I don't know of any parent that wants to go through the horror of their ex taking the child. I felt so bad and lost for him. Rupert is going to take on such new meaning for him. Poor teddy bear.

You got that one right. Not wanting to come out., being out, the fights, the insecurities. Wow. Wouldn't want to do that again if you paid me.

I remember reading this in the forum and thinking to myself, god, I don't know if I could do that. I love how you have her deal with it. I tried this story too but went a slightly different route with it.

I love family scenes. Things like that really warm my heart. Loved how you handled it all Cia. The little girl was just going to have her mother's prejudices. Sigh.

Now that was an unusual tale Cia. I loved it. No one knows what someone is worth, or even what an animal is worth to someone. He may have made a terrible clown but he was an incredible protector of his friends the cats.

Well usually I'm working but the rain was an excuse to knock off doing everything. Just like a little kid I can rest and relax with the best of them.