Long Neck Dinner
1 December 2007 15:05![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skonen_bladesShe’s all leg. It’s pretty sweet. The spots on her long neck entice me. She’s a half-jaffe. Her giant brown eyes are looking at me with unmistakable desire. Her stiff hair stands straight up in a broom-brush Mohawk all the way down her spine, bracketed by her backless evening gown.
Her fingernails are a dark brown and her skin is a luxurious orange-yellow. Her hexagonal skinspots remind me hot days on the Serengeti plains. And even hotter nights. The wine is getting to her.
She shakes her head to clear it and I see taut muscles down four feet of slender neck do their work. I’m entranced by her beauty. The bangles in her ears jingle and it’s music to me.
The two little balls that protrude from the top of her head peek out coquettishly from her coiffure. She’s dyed her bangs red.
Her long nose ends in wide nostrils. Her generous mouth twists at the edges in a wry smile. She knows how I want this dinner to end.
She’s wearing six necklaces in a ladder from her strong jaw down to the base of her neck. The last necklace dips towards her spotted cleavage.
Around the restaurant, there are men having dinner with where-bears, wylfen, whore-boars, even some bird-birds. They make me sick. Give me a half-jaffe anyday. They’re tall and worth the climb.
I can hear her tail start to swish behind her. She shoots me a look that says I should ask the waiter for the bill.
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Her fingernails are a dark brown and her skin is a luxurious orange-yellow. Her hexagonal skinspots remind me hot days on the Serengeti plains. And even hotter nights. The wine is getting to her.
She shakes her head to clear it and I see taut muscles down four feet of slender neck do their work. I’m entranced by her beauty. The bangles in her ears jingle and it’s music to me.
The two little balls that protrude from the top of her head peek out coquettishly from her coiffure. She’s dyed her bangs red.
Her long nose ends in wide nostrils. Her generous mouth twists at the edges in a wry smile. She knows how I want this dinner to end.
She’s wearing six necklaces in a ladder from her strong jaw down to the base of her neck. The last necklace dips towards her spotted cleavage.
Around the restaurant, there are men having dinner with where-bears, wylfen, whore-boars, even some bird-birds. They make me sick. Give me a half-jaffe anyday. They’re tall and worth the climb.
I can hear her tail start to swish behind her. She shoots me a look that says I should ask the waiter for the bill.
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