Have you ever had an ice cream dropped behind the collar of your shirt? You know, the sensation of chilling snowball where you least expected it. And then you feel how it started to melt…sliding down your spine…at first still cold, but because it’s moving very slowly, the icy touch doesn’t bother you that much…time it takes to reposition itself few inches down, gives you an opportunity to get used to the chill…then the melting speeds up…the snowball is no longer crawls down, but rather slides like a snail, leaving slimy trace behind…it is no longer cold on touch, but opposite, feels hotter then you might imagine ice cream should be felt…melting rapidly now until totally disappears towards the bottom part of your spine. Until just the yucky trace of sticky slime left. At first you’d be making movements, trying to shake off uncomfortable feeling…after you realise that the more active you move, the faster it melts, bringing you to the state of discomfort in the end. So you would just try to stay calm and not to provoke more of the yucky stuff to stick to you…Hmmmm…wouldn’t want more of ice cream for some time after that, I suppose…Just a variation on a thought...
MissTick
Thingish Things
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- From:IsolatedHell (Legacy)On:Fri Feb 24 2006~smiles~
Personally I love that feeling, but only in the right circumstances.~wiggles eyebrows~ - From:Nibbles (Legacy)On:Fri Feb 24 2006This sounds like a sex game.
Miss Nibbles - From:Kordelle (Legacy)On:Tue Feb 28 2006alright misstick this is a metaphor for our first snowfall in a while
remember that dry xmas I described in this journal well here we are with snow sliding down our collars
chilling out for capricious spring