>
VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, [4] ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 06:46:17 05/06/02 Mon
Author: hunter green
Author Host/IP: clgrtnt9-port-374.dial.telus.net / 154.11.113.120
Subject: oddly alone

leather clung pedals motor lithe, yet brawny physique of young stripling across the club floors, perceivers click into the low sounds of random music 'acts', yet mostly the sound is ignored. cut off from society she slides within a vinyl booth far from other humans, platform booted pedates splayed upon hardwood flooring beneath the wide table-top, upper appendages crossed and lain upon the damp surface; a rather masculine pose. mocha globes survey her immediate surroundings which capacitate nothingness, simply looking over the vacant booths and the stretching bar, finally tuning into the sound of beat. films are kept off other people, preferring not to intrude upon their 'personal lives' by watching as she had often seen others do - even of herself. it annoyed her, so why pass on the favor of annoyance to others? slender digits unfold from within grasp of opposite appendage and sweep through short, dark-chocolate tresses; a tiny jaunt of her skull sending the stick-straight cascadences bouncing out of her visuals. contentedly she remains within her darkened corner, not signaling a waitress or anyone else - not wishing for the horrid attention. too many secrets, not enough time.



[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]
[ Contact Forum Admin ]

Forum timezone: GMT-8
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.