Numb Spot On Back Below Shoulder Blade Novels & Stories

I was sore in all the right places and heck, I needed a damn break! I pulled over my white thin blouse and then chuckled at the sight of millions of hickeys that were all over my body, from my neck, down to my belly. I turned to look at my back and it was just the same. Deep red spots and some teeth marks. I seriously needed a long break from them. After everything they did last night, I was going to split into two if they ever asked for some again.

’ Naivleen interjects. “Okay. So that’ll be a surprise then.” I mutter to myself more than her. I wonder what Gabe’s mark will look like. Will it be as big as mine? I hope it isn’t as painful as mine, which still stings by the way. It has stopped growing now. The tendrils reach the bend of my elbow, stretch across my collar bone, up my neck and I can feel them a good few inches below my shoulder, fanning out across my shoulder blade.

I turned my back to the mirror and looked at it to see the reflection of my back, there were scratches that I acquired earlier when I was dragged on the floor and my shirt had ripped, there was also a claw mark but it was just reddish since the Beta did not really put pressure on it. I applied the balm on my shoulder towards the crook of my nape, massaging the stiff and sore muscles in the area. I placed a bit balm on the scratches that my fingers can reach, and sadly I can’t reach the others, but I guess it is fine already, I would not die from it anyway. I sighed as I stretched my legs and massaged the muscles on my nape and shoulders, reaching out for one larger scratch that went diagonal

Turning my back to the large window over the sink, I look over my shoulder at the damage that was done. Four significant cuts span my back. They are red and swollen, and they definitely look infected. I let out a groan. Osiris will most certainly make me go to the doctor if he sees my back, and I really don't want to explain that I got into a fight with a naked woman because she was trying to sleep with my pretend mate.

"It was a big deal the first time, bullet went straight through my shoulder. It got better during subsequent times." He leaned forwards and turned slightly, gesturing to the upper part of his back. My breath caught as I saw the scar, it was just behind his shoulder, the scar was small and round, the colour a little darker than the surrounding skin. I resisted the urge to trace it with my fingers.

I thought, my plan last night was under the collarbone, but when I remembered your tattoo on the woman in Tagaytay, I really liked it. "Hm .. just like you." I said. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Outer shoulder?" I nodded. "Does that hurt?" "No. It hurts more in the neck." I was left behind. Maybe I'm just there in the design studio buying, I can't think of anything yet e. I just want to. And I will not cover my scar. "Where else is it that doesn't hurt?" "Fingers, arms, lips, thigh .. they say." My eyes narrowed. "They said?"

I groaned and rolled over, blinking so my eyes could adjust to the bright sunlight coming from the bedroom windows. I stretched in the empty bed and looked down once realizing I was still naked. I moved the blanket off me and looked down at the new mark on my skin, starting off at my hip bone and down my thigh, awfully close to my pelvis, in the dip where the hip meets the pelvis.

Nelson turns off the overhead lights and picks up the black light sitting off to the side. Turning it on, he shines it on Cole’s back. His shoulders fluoresce a solid brilliant red with thin lines erratically crisscrossing a slightly duller shade showing me what I’ve known all along, he hasn’t had any dramatic injuries to his back across his shoulders. I gasp as Dr. Nelson starts moving slowly down his back. The tail marks of the whip coming into view as an even duller shade of red than the few scars we saw on his shoulders. Halfway down his ribs the individual hits start merging together making it difficult to determine how many hits he received. Using my hands over my mouth I choke back a

The claw wounds on Steve's back were slowly and painfully healing, each day bringing both relief and unfamiliar discomfort. The deep gashes—three parallel lines that ran from his right shoulder blade to the middle of his spine—burned with every slight movement. It was a first for him, this human-like recovery process.

“Yes, Daddy. I can't reach my lower back, silly. I probably need a lot here.” I point my thumb to the small of my back, that delicious little spot where all my muscles meet together to make a little bowl. I know Daddy's been looking at it, the simple point that draws the eyes, probably because its the indent that leads up to the curve of a girl's ass. Telling Daddy to touch there is definitely something he can't pass up. He nods, “Uh, yeah, no problem.”