gynotikolobomassophile
gynotikolobomassophile
267 words; pg
junsu/liyin
gynotikolobomassophile
(n.) one who likes to nibble on women's earlobes
He had a specialty. A talent he was amazingly good at, or as he would put it, a natural talent he was born with. The discovery of it was an accident-it had been one of those nights where he was in the mood and had a woman by his side to present this certain skill.
Talent? What are you saying, it's a nasty habit.
He begged to differ. Where did they end up two nights ago because of this nasty habit?
It wasn't sexy, he admits, it didn't give much of an adrenaline rush compared to necks or jawlines-places he found sensitive to his touch-but he liked this part of her the most, he liked-
No, you like it. Don't put it on me.
Alright fine, but she never said the dislike towards it either. Doesn't anybody know this part was the softest? It's as soft as a newborn's butt. But he doesn't think of it that way, he thinks it'll falter his talent if he puts into mind a buttocks while having his lips latch onto his favorite area of her skin.
What are you doing? Not now, oppa.
Perhaps she was right, it was turning to a habit, but nothing nasty. It's not his fault why he always caught her alone, giving him the advantage. And so he continues to moves closer to where she sits, preoccupied with her phone. Why she had her fringe behind her ear, exposing that sinful prize, he wonders-was it on purpose? Maybe, but it doesn't matter.
You're such a tease.
Yah, be thankful.
Author's note: I wrote this all in my phone, haha! It was one of those days where there were no customers and I was standing at the registrar doing nothing at my part time. This was pretty much writing while not thinking, or no outlet for what's supposed to be happening? I rarely get those moments and when I do it's a weird outcome...
267 words; pg
junsu/liyin
gynotikolobomassophile
(n.) one who likes to nibble on women's earlobes
He had a specialty. A talent he was amazingly good at, or as he would put it, a natural talent he was born with. The discovery of it was an accident-it had been one of those nights where he was in the mood and had a woman by his side to present this certain skill.
Talent? What are you saying, it's a nasty habit.
He begged to differ. Where did they end up two nights ago because of this nasty habit?
It wasn't sexy, he admits, it didn't give much of an adrenaline rush compared to necks or jawlines-places he found sensitive to his touch-but he liked this part of her the most, he liked-
No, you like it. Don't put it on me.
Alright fine, but she never said the dislike towards it either. Doesn't anybody know this part was the softest? It's as soft as a newborn's butt. But he doesn't think of it that way, he thinks it'll falter his talent if he puts into mind a buttocks while having his lips latch onto his favorite area of her skin.
What are you doing? Not now, oppa.
Perhaps she was right, it was turning to a habit, but nothing nasty. It's not his fault why he always caught her alone, giving him the advantage. And so he continues to moves closer to where she sits, preoccupied with her phone. Why she had her fringe behind her ear, exposing that sinful prize, he wonders-was it on purpose? Maybe, but it doesn't matter.
You're such a tease.
Yah, be thankful.
Author's note: I wrote this all in my phone, haha! It was one of those days where there were no customers and I was standing at the registrar doing nothing at my part time. This was pretty much writing while not thinking, or no outlet for what's supposed to be happening? I rarely get those moments and when I do it's a weird outcome...