1. Doesn't doodle in her notebook even in the fourth hour of listening to bureaucrats ramble. 2. Favors her right knee just a little bit more than the left. You can tell because the heel on that stiletto is worn down more on that side. Gives her an extra sway in the hips when she walks. 3. Wears lipstick that doesn't come off on the side of a glass. 4. Undershuffles the middle of the deck.
With clothes off: 1. Likes having her fingers inside your mouth. 2. Is only a little bit freckly for a redhead. 3. Has a boss who pages her every thirty seconds or so until she picks up the phone, which you should take as your cue to start kissing your way down her chest and stomach and points beyond while she grips your hair tries to pull you off her because your tongue, tracing over her her stomach, tickles. She flips over, thinking this is going to keep you from going down on her, and you get to hear her say, in the most exasperated tone, "Ton --" and break off because you've just licked the small of her back.
Since you come closest to being a gentleman in bed, you don't put a finger into her until she's saying a very firm goodbye.
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I SUCK AT WRITING IN THE MORNING.
Date: 2008-07-01 12:09 pm (UTC)1. Doesn't doodle in her notebook even in the fourth hour of listening to bureaucrats ramble.
2. Favors her right knee just a little bit more than the left. You can tell because the heel on that stiletto is worn down more on that side. Gives her an extra sway in the hips when she walks.
3. Wears lipstick that doesn't come off on the side of a glass.
4. Undershuffles the middle of the deck.
With clothes off:
1. Likes having her fingers inside your mouth.
2. Is only a little bit freckly for a redhead.
3. Has a boss who pages her every thirty seconds or so until she picks up the phone, which you should take as your cue to start kissing your way down her chest and stomach and points beyond while she grips your hair tries to pull you off her because your tongue, tracing over her her stomach, tickles. She flips over, thinking this is going to keep you from going down on her, and you get to hear her say, in the most exasperated tone, "Ton --" and break off because you've just licked the small of her back.
Since you come closest to being a gentleman in bed, you don't put a finger into her until she's saying a very firm goodbye.