the neck is the gateway to the most erogenous zone for most. north of the clavical.
lulu
I want to place my lips on your neck and taste the alchohol in your perfume. Yummmy! Better alcoholy tha dirty or sweat, I guess…. I just lost my erection. :( This sucks. I’m no good at erotic writing.
M. Ryan Goss
her neck is beautiful She’s got a short haircut that shows it off, and many people admire the graceful curve of her throat. She often wears a silver locket on a matching chain, and the charm rests in the dip between her collarbones.
Kenna
Neck in neck the camel sought to win the most pressing race of his life. Yes a camel is indeed what I just said, for you see the camel was also the greatest mathamatician in the world. You wouldn’t believe what this poor fellow could do. he figured out the math mathical equation to make his neck grow longer.
Detia
a surprisingly sensual part of the body.
nikon
I want to kiss it.
I want to touch it.
I want it to belong to me, all of it to all of me.
And sometimes…
Dam
i have one its short and stumpy. not like a giraffe’s. i wish mine was like a giraffe’s. then i could peer over things but then i would look super strange like that one group of people..somewhere in asia where they stretch their necks with a slinky thing and they have super long necks. i dont want to look like that.
jam
whats going on? im so confused! ah its a neck! im thinking of guilitines form the french revolutioon. you know, cause they disconnected the neck and the body? it would be kinda cool if the body like kept moving after the head left. like a zombie type-thing! ah god thats reminds me of 2012 when the world is supposed to end!
Kelsey
the neck is a place of passion. a kiss is planted and it means so much more. the neck is more than just a body part is a symbol of attraction.
anita shah
some people have goiters on their necks. i don’t know what a goiter is, or if i even spelled it right. i definitely wouldn’t want to have one though… they are creepy looking. like a huge nasty tumor.
bari
The star-shaped pendant wrapped around her neck is the prettiest thing she has ever seen. It was something that she gave herself as a constant reminder of the stars in her life that brought her happiness and meaning.
ac
it aches. it turns, and aches more. I lay in bed, and the pain in my neck does not cease. It just pulsates through my entire body. Not from anything specific. Actually…that would be a lie. which is not my first sin.
Lauren
from her neck
to her shoulders
to her arms
to her legs
it was different.
she was different.
not noticeable
from the outside.
but on the inside,
she felt something
that someone else
could be feeling.
the love for someone
pumping through
her veins.
love for someone
she couldn’t ever
have.
hannah
I kissed her neck. It was smooth and soft and firm. I relish every chance I get to kiss my lovely Melanie’s neck. There’s something calming and peaceful about it. I love her to death and hope I never lose the chance to kiss that gorgeous neck.
Nic
i love to be kissed on my neck. its a very sensual place. i hate when i feel my wet hair on my neck. i love to be massaged on the back of my neck. and i love when i crack my neck.
brooke
Standing in front of the mirror, my head tilted back, my fingers traced the marks he left. They were familiar, but sad.
Trish
the neck is a weird part of your body. giraffes also have ridiculously long necks, and it kind of makes them look funny. i suppose it makes them unique as well, kind of like how scorch marks make toast look unique. like hello kitty burn marks on toast, they give the impression that the toast is just incredibly feminine and cute! but referring to the neck, lots of weird stuff goes down on that part of your body. just so you know, you can always tell who did what the night before. wink wink.
Cammie Warner
I remember the scars on his neck. I was terrified of him, even though we were made of the same fabric. Suicide, that’s why we were there. His method was just more visible than mine. That was the second time I realized that I didn’t really want to die.
racheal
he touched her neck softly, soft, gentle, hot breath against cold skin. She cringed in pure ecstasy and a soft sigh escaped her lips.
Camila
the bridge between flesh and emotion, the caustic end to almost any relationship. the wasteland of pale, rippled skin, too delicate to break, and too harsh to care for. a brittle thing, much like an angle.
peach
neck, beck, peck, wreck, bleck, trek. rhymes are useless in a world of contradictions and assholes. my neck keeps my brain tied to my body, what a silly thing. let my brain free!
natalie
Most of the time, when I see my parents, and they won’t allow me to go out with my friends, I get creative on what I can do with their necks. I want to snap their necks and spit on them, but as soon as I close my eyes, I snap back into reality and realize I don’t want to kill them anymore.
WHIRLWIND
slim or fat. short or tall. neck holds all.
katey
bone kiss love the way you move about the room in the dark in france with a tophat and a monkey belt laughing while kissing her neck. she was eating spagetti I was eating her out hahah neck pizza in the dark side of the mooon.
Andy Mack
I’ve been told I have a neck like a woman in a Mogliani painting. It’s long, almost swan-like. Funny thing though, the rest of me isn’t. I’m short and curvy like a Ruben painting. If my neck were normal, I’d be only 5 feet tall.
Andie
the arch of the neck as it meets the ear drives me wild. little beads of sweat linger there on hot summer days and make me imagine how I could make that person sweat in other ways.
it’s also the part that is slit when slaughtering a chicken.
sarah
Giraffes have very long, delicate necks. I imagine that they would often get very sore, and, not having hands, if you be very difficult to receive a massage to sooth the pain. Giraffes must be sad…Unless they cannot feel pain.
Elle
necks are cool. some are long some are short. phineas and ferb their sister has a long neck in it. and she gpot to be in a fashion show as a result. i like necks. they are dandy. they make me giggle when people have a double chin and they hide their necks
Natalie
My neck has wrinkles, too many in fact. I wish that it was slender, not that turkey neck thingie going on. Ah, where did my youth go?
April Grady
A neck is attached to your head and torso, connecting the two. It is a common place to experience sexual arousal and to adorn yourself with jewelry and clothing.
Ashley
Neck is a neck and neck i spelled like neck and neck has 7 bones so a nech is short but a girrafes neck has 7 bones and is long so i dont know what
POLICEWOMAN
i have a neck and it is connected to my head wich is connected to my body which has about 206 bones and 206 is alot and our neck has 7 bones just like a girrafe whos neck is shortert so i dont know what wlseto write about.
jonisa
Her neck was long, and thin, and all things he expected a neck should be.
She wore a thin silver chain, so small and delicate that only the light dancing on it made him notice it clinging there, the pendant hidden beneath the folds of her jacket.
Her eyes were kind, and green, and all things he expected eyes should be.
She had dark, fluttering lashes; the kind that no amount of makeup could replicate, the kind that made the bearer look perpetually wide-eyed and owlish. She wore no makeup, save for the smear of chapstick on her lips, and he didn’t think she needed anything else.
The girl was laughing, and gentle, and all things he thought a girl should be.
But that did not change the fact that she was taken.
The Chain
I throw my arms around his neck, squeeze, his body tight against mine. I breathe in his scent, so familiar but it had been so long he had been almost gone from my memory.
mischa
Necks are sensual; eery touch is a tickle, every sight a pleasure. There’s a reason some women hide their necks, and that’s that they don’t want to get bitten.
Hannah
Giraffe why are you so far away? You are weird and awesome yet are not in the same country as me. This makes me sad, all I have is dogs and sqquirrels where I survive.
Daniel Starie
i’m gonna break your neck. i like to kiss you on your neck. i want to bite your neck. i want to give you a hickey on your neck. i also want to pee on you. :^)
mikeo
go figure
in the eights
the vines
in which you found her
distillate joys
down the twining
valleys
pressure points,
muse in waiting
wuthering dance
passion play
pastoral
littoral
convincing
amulet.
paschal
yeah like that effron chick, i’m becoming sad about my neck. Turning 40 and all this year, ugh, the mirror is showing me that I look 40 and frumpy and puffy necked. No, saggy necked.
Sarah Swordfern
neck it’s a kissing place motuh fluttering over smooth skin, bite down, John she says and its gone. Death brusies bites markings. His, all his, a possession in a dream, dreams that live forever because of his mark. His his his gve me more, she says.
His. All his and no one else, marked by the neck.
the neck is the gateway to the most erogenous zone for most. north of the clavical.
I want to place my lips on your neck and taste the alchohol in your perfume. Yummmy! Better alcoholy tha dirty or sweat, I guess…. I just lost my erection. :( This sucks. I’m no good at erotic writing.
her neck is beautiful She’s got a short haircut that shows it off, and many people admire the graceful curve of her throat. She often wears a silver locket on a matching chain, and the charm rests in the dip between her collarbones.
Neck in neck the camel sought to win the most pressing race of his life. Yes a camel is indeed what I just said, for you see the camel was also the greatest mathamatician in the world. You wouldn’t believe what this poor fellow could do. he figured out the math mathical equation to make his neck grow longer.
a surprisingly sensual part of the body.
I want to kiss it.
I want to touch it.
I want it to belong to me, all of it to all of me.
And sometimes…
i have one its short and stumpy. not like a giraffe’s. i wish mine was like a giraffe’s. then i could peer over things but then i would look super strange like that one group of people..somewhere in asia where they stretch their necks with a slinky thing and they have super long necks. i dont want to look like that.
whats going on? im so confused! ah its a neck! im thinking of guilitines form the french revolutioon. you know, cause they disconnected the neck and the body? it would be kinda cool if the body like kept moving after the head left. like a zombie type-thing! ah god thats reminds me of 2012 when the world is supposed to end!
the neck is a place of passion. a kiss is planted and it means so much more. the neck is more than just a body part is a symbol of attraction.
some people have goiters on their necks. i don’t know what a goiter is, or if i even spelled it right. i definitely wouldn’t want to have one though… they are creepy looking. like a huge nasty tumor.
The star-shaped pendant wrapped around her neck is the prettiest thing she has ever seen. It was something that she gave herself as a constant reminder of the stars in her life that brought her happiness and meaning.
it aches. it turns, and aches more. I lay in bed, and the pain in my neck does not cease. It just pulsates through my entire body. Not from anything specific. Actually…that would be a lie. which is not my first sin.
from her neck
to her shoulders
to her arms
to her legs
it was different.
she was different.
not noticeable
from the outside.
but on the inside,
she felt something
that someone else
could be feeling.
the love for someone
pumping through
her veins.
love for someone
she couldn’t ever
have.
I kissed her neck. It was smooth and soft and firm. I relish every chance I get to kiss my lovely Melanie’s neck. There’s something calming and peaceful about it. I love her to death and hope I never lose the chance to kiss that gorgeous neck.
i love to be kissed on my neck. its a very sensual place. i hate when i feel my wet hair on my neck. i love to be massaged on the back of my neck. and i love when i crack my neck.
Standing in front of the mirror, my head tilted back, my fingers traced the marks he left. They were familiar, but sad.
the neck is a weird part of your body. giraffes also have ridiculously long necks, and it kind of makes them look funny. i suppose it makes them unique as well, kind of like how scorch marks make toast look unique. like hello kitty burn marks on toast, they give the impression that the toast is just incredibly feminine and cute! but referring to the neck, lots of weird stuff goes down on that part of your body. just so you know, you can always tell who did what the night before. wink wink.
I remember the scars on his neck. I was terrified of him, even though we were made of the same fabric. Suicide, that’s why we were there. His method was just more visible than mine. That was the second time I realized that I didn’t really want to die.
he touched her neck softly, soft, gentle, hot breath against cold skin. She cringed in pure ecstasy and a soft sigh escaped her lips.
the bridge between flesh and emotion, the caustic end to almost any relationship. the wasteland of pale, rippled skin, too delicate to break, and too harsh to care for. a brittle thing, much like an angle.
neck, beck, peck, wreck, bleck, trek. rhymes are useless in a world of contradictions and assholes. my neck keeps my brain tied to my body, what a silly thing. let my brain free!
Most of the time, when I see my parents, and they won’t allow me to go out with my friends, I get creative on what I can do with their necks. I want to snap their necks and spit on them, but as soon as I close my eyes, I snap back into reality and realize I don’t want to kill them anymore.
slim or fat. short or tall. neck holds all.
bone kiss love the way you move about the room in the dark in france with a tophat and a monkey belt laughing while kissing her neck. she was eating spagetti I was eating her out hahah neck pizza in the dark side of the mooon.
I’ve been told I have a neck like a woman in a Mogliani painting. It’s long, almost swan-like. Funny thing though, the rest of me isn’t. I’m short and curvy like a Ruben painting. If my neck were normal, I’d be only 5 feet tall.
the arch of the neck as it meets the ear drives me wild. little beads of sweat linger there on hot summer days and make me imagine how I could make that person sweat in other ways.
it’s also the part that is slit when slaughtering a chicken.
Giraffes have very long, delicate necks. I imagine that they would often get very sore, and, not having hands, if you be very difficult to receive a massage to sooth the pain. Giraffes must be sad…Unless they cannot feel pain.
necks are cool. some are long some are short. phineas and ferb their sister has a long neck in it. and she gpot to be in a fashion show as a result. i like necks. they are dandy. they make me giggle when people have a double chin and they hide their necks
My neck has wrinkles, too many in fact. I wish that it was slender, not that turkey neck thingie going on. Ah, where did my youth go?
A neck is attached to your head and torso, connecting the two. It is a common place to experience sexual arousal and to adorn yourself with jewelry and clothing.
Neck is a neck and neck i spelled like neck and neck has 7 bones so a nech is short but a girrafes neck has 7 bones and is long so i dont know what
i have a neck and it is connected to my head wich is connected to my body which has about 206 bones and 206 is alot and our neck has 7 bones just like a girrafe whos neck is shortert so i dont know what wlseto write about.
Her neck was long, and thin, and all things he expected a neck should be.
She wore a thin silver chain, so small and delicate that only the light dancing on it made him notice it clinging there, the pendant hidden beneath the folds of her jacket.
Her eyes were kind, and green, and all things he expected eyes should be.
She had dark, fluttering lashes; the kind that no amount of makeup could replicate, the kind that made the bearer look perpetually wide-eyed and owlish. She wore no makeup, save for the smear of chapstick on her lips, and he didn’t think she needed anything else.
The girl was laughing, and gentle, and all things he thought a girl should be.
But that did not change the fact that she was taken.
I throw my arms around his neck, squeeze, his body tight against mine. I breathe in his scent, so familiar but it had been so long he had been almost gone from my memory.
Necks are sensual; eery touch is a tickle, every sight a pleasure. There’s a reason some women hide their necks, and that’s that they don’t want to get bitten.
Giraffe why are you so far away? You are weird and awesome yet are not in the same country as me. This makes me sad, all I have is dogs and sqquirrels where I survive.
i’m gonna break your neck. i like to kiss you on your neck. i want to bite your neck. i want to give you a hickey on your neck. i also want to pee on you. :^)
go figure
in the eights
the vines
in which you found her
distillate joys
down the twining
valleys
pressure points,
muse in waiting
wuthering dance
passion play
pastoral
littoral
convincing
amulet.
yeah like that effron chick, i’m becoming sad about my neck. Turning 40 and all this year, ugh, the mirror is showing me that I look 40 and frumpy and puffy necked. No, saggy necked.
neck it’s a kissing place motuh fluttering over smooth skin, bite down, John she says and its gone. Death brusies bites markings. His, all his, a possession in a dream, dreams that live forever because of his mark. His his his gve me more, she says.
His. All his and no one else, marked by the neck.