*sigh*
Normally, I have at least one holiday image, whether drawn or Posered, around here.
Normally, I try to draw my own birthday tickle image by my own b-day, since I know (some of) you guys/gals like seeing Khali herself sometimes getting tied up and tickled.
Unfortunately, this hasn't been a normal end-of-year. Not counting normal holiday busy-ness, the wonderful hospital garbage (go to hell, gall bladder) has both taken up time and curtailed what little 'oomph' I had left prior (those of you wanting more info on the 'hospital garbage' referred to, check my last few journals on my DA page).
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However, while I sadly do not have an image fitting either of the above categories this year (thus far), I might have something else interesting coming along fairly soon...
...perhaps a not-showing-much teaser of the full image...
...and an (slightly masked) excerpt of the accompanying short story...
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That was the last straw. This time she was SURE of it...her giggling opponent HAD to be cheating. She made the damn game, after all.
Brushing both a spike of brown hair and a few drops of sweat from her brow, she recalled seeing the other girl's hands pressing a few purely random buttons as it happened, ones that had NOTHING to do with what was happening on-screen...and the result was an instant loss.
She grit her teeth behind tight lips.
"Hee, hee, hee...wow, I really beat the crap out of you that round, eh Legs? Have you had enough, or is this game just too complex for your primitive style of gaming?" the cheater said as she draped her long mane of blond hair on the arm rest, splaying further down the couch.
"Alright, that's it," she thought to herself as she watched the bouncing chest of her opponent heaving with every spiteful giggle. That last bit of trash talking hit a nerve.
Throw a controller and a fit? No, too cliche and too expected of this...
She glanced down at her lap where the other young woman's legs stretched. She barely noticed how they had moved further across her lap with every damned lost match...
"No, there's an even more perfect way to teach her to shut her mouth and cut the crap," she mused, a vile grin forming on the edge of her pursed lips as she eyed the slim form half atop her on the sofa.
The cord of the controller between her hands, she stretched it once quickly to see how taut and tight it could feel. Her blue eyes gleamed.
"I don't think I'm going to listen to this anymore, or lose another round...Andi..."
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Coming soon...
Kh
Normally, I have at least one holiday image, whether drawn or Posered, around here.
Normally, I try to draw my own birthday tickle image by my own b-day, since I know (some of) you guys/gals like seeing Khali herself sometimes getting tied up and tickled.
Unfortunately, this hasn't been a normal end-of-year. Not counting normal holiday busy-ness, the wonderful hospital garbage (go to hell, gall bladder) has both taken up time and curtailed what little 'oomph' I had left prior (those of you wanting more info on the 'hospital garbage' referred to, check my last few journals on my DA page).
...
However, while I sadly do not have an image fitting either of the above categories this year (thus far), I might have something else interesting coming along fairly soon...
...perhaps a not-showing-much teaser of the full image...
...and an (slightly masked) excerpt of the accompanying short story...
-----------
That was the last straw. This time she was SURE of it...her giggling opponent HAD to be cheating. She made the damn game, after all.
Brushing both a spike of brown hair and a few drops of sweat from her brow, she recalled seeing the other girl's hands pressing a few purely random buttons as it happened, ones that had NOTHING to do with what was happening on-screen...and the result was an instant loss.
She grit her teeth behind tight lips.
"Hee, hee, hee...wow, I really beat the crap out of you that round, eh Legs? Have you had enough, or is this game just too complex for your primitive style of gaming?" the cheater said as she draped her long mane of blond hair on the arm rest, splaying further down the couch.
"Alright, that's it," she thought to herself as she watched the bouncing chest of her opponent heaving with every spiteful giggle. That last bit of trash talking hit a nerve.
Throw a controller and a fit? No, too cliche and too expected of this...
She glanced down at her lap where the other young woman's legs stretched. She barely noticed how they had moved further across her lap with every damned lost match...
"No, there's an even more perfect way to teach her to shut her mouth and cut the crap," she mused, a vile grin forming on the edge of her pursed lips as she eyed the slim form half atop her on the sofa.
The cord of the controller between her hands, she stretched it once quickly to see how taut and tight it could feel. Her blue eyes gleamed.
"I don't think I'm going to listen to this anymore, or lose another round...Andi..."
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Coming soon...
Kh
