Create A Distraction Part 2 Novels & Stories

I would have to find a way to distract myself so I didn’t spiral. I walked back into the living room to grab my phone from the table. I unlocked it and opened my notepad app. I put a title at the top: “Things to do during my suspension.” I watched the cursor blink, patiently waiting for me to start the list. Several minutes went by without a single idea coming to mind. The oven beeped, indicating that it was preheated and ready for me. I closed out of the app and slid the cookie sheet into the oven. I set the timer and headed back to the living room to wait it out. TV would be a nice distraction for now.

I sat on the bed, exhaling as I reached for my phone. I needed a distraction. I scrolled aimlessly, not even paying attention to what was on my screen. Then— A message popped up on my phone.

I also couldn’t obtain coloured contacts, so I’m hoping that by using some dark sunglasses, I can distract from my nose while concealing my eyes. Disguises work best in one of two ways. The obvious is to become invisible. This means making yourself so plain; so unassuming and average that you become forgettable. You want to become someone who can walk through a crowded room and have no one even realise you’re there. The second is distraction. It’s not just about looking different; but about adopting a different persona and embodying it from head to toe. When you don’t want people to observe you too closely, the key is to distract them. You can do this in one of two ways. Create a focal point

And just like that, the thought of going back began to lose its grip on me. Not completely, but enough for me to breathe again. Enough for me to think clearly. I exhaled deeply, running a hand through my hair as I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees. “I need something else,” I whispered. Something that wasn’t him. Something that didn’t revolve around him. Something that was mine, completely. I need a real distraction, that way I could think less of him, that's the only way I could survive this journey. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head like a small spark flickering in the back of my mind, then it became more clearer.

Looks like I'm done with task number two. SWEET.

“Doing work is the only thing that keeps me distracted me from everything.” “I should do this instead.”

Brandon cursed whoever created this damn seductress. “Well, I couldn’t sleep, why are you still up?” Brandon asked, he was trying to distract himself with work but that was not going to happen now since she was there. “it is too early for me to sleep, what do humans do to enjoy themselves or to distract themselves from boredom?” they avoid the hell out of distractions and temptations like you. Brandon wanted to say but he did not say it, instead, he replied. “They do many things but unfortunately I don’t have time to show you some of the things we do. But you can watch tv to distract yourself until you feel sleepy.”

I can't fucking concentrate, I am patiently waiting for 2 o clock, I click my fingers impatiently on my table. Why can't I concentrate? Her picture keeps flashing in my eyes like a video and that is successfully distracting me from my work. Its only five minutes after one o clock. I pick up my phone and dial Fredrick. "Fredrick come pick me up in five minutes, I don't want the escorts with me" I cut the call. I think that's the only thing I can do right now, staying here and waiting for two o clock will keep me idle, coz I can practically do nothing.

Then they’ll see me like this. But Dax assured me no one would come in and I believe him. I let out a long breath, my body still trembling as I reached for the mouse to start working. This should help take my mind off the humiliating situation I’m presently in. Unfortunately, I couldn’t focus on anything aside from the fact that I’m naked right now and the fact that I’m still aroused. After trying even harder to concentrate on my work for about twenty more minutes, I decided to give up. Before I could stop myself, I placed my legs on the desk and began to touch myself. I’ll be quick, I just need to get myself off cause that seems to be what’s distracting me the most. After I get off, I’ll ce

He's completely here. "You're making me nervous. I can't concentrate on what I'm doing. I keep almost cutting my fingers. You're a distraction. You're a beautiful distraction. You're the best kind of distraction." "Good. I like being a distraction. I like being the reason you can't focus. I like being the reason you can't think." "Why? Why is that good? Why do you want me to be nervous? Why do you want me to be distracted?"