#a man with the prettiest most slinky hair

[cherrycolaberry]

Had gay panic at the costgo today

[talesofaclevergirl-blog]

Beautiful Something - I Must Share

She was beautiful. The first time I saw her was at work. We both were employed by a manufacturing giant. The company was so large that you could easily work in that building for ten years and never meet all the people. That is part of why I knew she was perfect. If we hadn’t both been in the same section of the same cafeteria within the same building at exactly that moment we’d have never had the relationship that built up to such a beautiful moment. She didn’t notice me. That was okay though, it just gave me the opportunity to engage with her at the perfect moment. I started out trying to impress her slowly. It began with little post-it notes that I would leave on her desk. Simple things like: ‘You have a beautiful smile’ or ‘Just hearing your laugh can make my entire week’. I would covertly wait nearby each morning for her to read them. She would smile at each one and share what I had written with co-workers. After that I thought the best route to go there would be flowers. I was very excited to see her reaction. I had gotten the most beautiful bouquet of purple lilies for her after discovering through some undercover snooping that lilies are her favorite flower and purple her favorite color. She gave a slight frown when she saw them, which confused me (I thought all women like flowers?) before plucking up the attached note. I seemed to be redeemed by the note though as my confession of her beauty outdoing the prettiest flower I could find made her sweetly upturn her lips. It was perfect…until she gave the flowers to her co-worker. I was a little hurt until she said that she was allergic to flowers. When I looked closer at her I could see her eyes becoming a little red with irritation and hear some congestion forming in her voice. Of course, I immediately understood. I couldn’t possibly blame her for her allergies and plus she looked so adorable all stuffed up. From the flowers I moved on to singing telegrams (that one seemed to embarrass her), balloons, teddy bears, and other small gifts. Eventually, after getting to know her better, I would send much more personal gifts to her home so she’d have a nice little surprise after work. She seemed to enjoy them, even coming in to work one day with a book I’d ordered for her by her favorite author. Things were moving along perfectly. Finally, the big day had come. I was going to show her exactly how important she’d become to me by giving her something that we’d share for a lifetime. God, I can’t put in to words how excited I was for this, the moment that she would be mine forever. I’d practiced several times, making sure that I got everything just right for her. It went just as perfectly as I imagined. There was no chase in this, the catch effortless. I moved silently in the darkness so as not to disturb her sleep. She always slept on her stomach with her hands tucked under her pillow, so it was easy for me to grab and pin them at her back, binding them there with the speed and efficiency I’d gained from practice. When her sleep hindered brain finally processed what was happening and triggered her feeble and rather cute attempt to struggle it was too late, I was already binding her ankles. I picked her up with ease, ignoring her jerking movements to try escaping me while I listened to her sweet voice cry for help as I carried her like my blushing bride to the bathroom. I very gently set her down in the tub and turned on the light. I gazed at her a moment and savored her first look at me, seeing her beautiful eyes light up in terror. I held her eyes just a second more before I turned on the water, setting it to a steamy bath temperature so that she wouldn’t get cold, before taking a small black case from my pocket. The tools had belonged to my grandfather, bless his soul, and it brought me great joy to honor this man I treasured so greatly by having this perfect woman of mine be the first and last to feel them. She shivered as I cut away her slinky little night gown so I leaned forward and caressed her face to comfort her, before tucking a fly away strand of hair behind her ear and gently stroking a fresh tear from her cheek. She held perfectly still then and I watched her spill more silent tears of joy as I paused again to look upon her beauty. I quietly told her that she was the perfect canvas, needing to say this to her but not wanting to shatter the spell of this moment. Coming back to myself I removed another knife from my precious kit and let it lightly graze her skin, just enough for her to feel it without breaking the skin…not yet. She stilled again once more and I got lost again just taking in her magnificence. I’m not sure how much time had passed before I saw her body shudder, jogging my mind back to the present. I nodded in thanks to her and gave her a slight smile, then moved the knife against her belly. Before I could cut she released an emotion, "Why?”, obviously just as caught up in the overwhelming exciting as I was. I considered a moment before settling on the most honest to the depth of my feelings answer I could give, "This is my art...and there's beauty in the drain". She remains my most treasured piece. I worked slowly and meticulously, cutting my designs into her flesh, creating my masterpiece. I wanted it to be perfect for her. I ignored her continued screams of joy and pleas (I assume for me to hurry, she never did specify and true art takes time) until they eventually died out as she eventually came to realization that she’d just have to be patient. The lulling sound of the running bath water soon remained the only sound in our ears. Finally, I was satisfied and I sat back to admire my work. I let my eyes trace each beautiful crimson line so as to commit my 'piece' to memory since I would have to leave her for a while. Since I was done I cut her binds and went to retrieve her cellphone. I dialed emergency services so that she could get some help healing my art into the perfect permanent scars that would forever bind us. As I stepped across the threshold of the bathroom I glanced back at her, letting the love that I felt fill my eyes for her to see before thanking her and making my much dreaded exit. I hate that I couldn’t stay with her. I miss her every day. I don’t even get to see her at work anymore since I handed in my letter of resignation. I did it for her since workplace romances are very frowned upon and I know how much she loves her job. So, why did I have to write this? Well, the reason is two-fold. I saw that my beloved had posted her own account of events and felt it only fair to share my side. I also wanted to answer some questions she had. To my love: I knew that you would be reached in plenty of time for them to help you. I had already calculated the response time of the EMS to your house and I’m slightly offended you could ever think I would play with your life in that manner. I never intended to kill you, my darling. I want to enjoy our bond until our natural ends. You mean more to me than anything in this world and now that I’ve made my mark on you with my art everyone will know how deep the fount of our love flows. Lastly, and what a ridiculous question, of course I’ll come back for you, my sweet. It has been so difficult without you; I am counting down the days with bated breath. I would tell you how many but I want it to be a surprise! Our very first meeting was not our last, my love, it was the first day of the rest of our lives. Anyway, I must run. I was going to create my account to share this with you but wasn’t sure you’d see it so I posted via your account instead (we must think of a more secure password, btw). All my love, NSSA P.S. – I am so glad that we could share the beauty.