#my-thinking-spot

[cabernet-martyr]

Whiskey & Wine;

Standing there in the bathroom mirror, the woman had locked gaze with her reflection mere minutes ago. While changing out of her day clothes she found herself running her auds over the curves of her body, parts left untouched for too long. Running fingers through the honey ginger hair, she brushed it back, strolling back out into the room. The night was still fairly young, and with Joseph gone with youth group on an overnight trip, and her parents taking the children for the night, it left her lonely; aching for attention. That settled it, fishing towards the back of the closet she pulled out two fairly new, and unused things. Slipping them on, she freshened herself up in the mirror before she strolled on over across the way, knocking gently as she waited. @my-thinking-spot

[margaritaxz0ne-blog]

[ @my-thinking-spot Continued from here! ]

As Robert leaned forward, bracing himself against the wall, Joseph instinctively reached out to catch him, stopping himself short when he realized that Robert was just fine. Well, maybe not fine but he wasn’t about to end up face down on the front porch. The way he stuttered, started sentences, stopped them, had Joseph’s concern only further growing, brows furrowed as he tried to work out exactly what Robert was trying to say.

And then those beautiful eyes met his and his own widened because this absolutely could not be happening. This time, when Robert slumped down, there was no reaction to stop him; instead, Joseph stood there, dumbfounded, a hand lifting to rub tiredly at his eyes. Slowly, he closed the door behind himself and moved to settle next to Robert on the steps, heaving a sigh.

“I can’t make you stop thinking about me, Robert. That’s on you,” he murmured, purposely not looking up at him because then who knew what might happen? “I think about you too. But I don’t blame you for any of that. It’s my own fault.”

[damien-orion-bloodmarch-blog]

Dare, i dare you to pants one of your neighbors.

Damien put his head in his hands and groaned softly,

“Oh dear, I’m going to be killed after this…”

He then exited his house and noticed @my-thinking-spot walking. He slowly walked over and grabbed the rim of the man’s pants before quickly pulling them down and beginning to run away.

“Please forgive me!!!”