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Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Cum, thick and hot and marvelously masculine smelling shot out and streaked Virginia's face from the corner of her lip up towards the tip of her ear. A drop of it, part of the strand, hung from a bit of her hair and then slipped off to land on the satin of her blouse. The rest of his offering to her spurted past her lips and across her tongue, flooding her mouth with his sticky, slippery essence and tasting so elementally male that Virginia felt herself clench around her own finger. Not quite climax but not far off, it was exquisite and she rewarded Miles by sucking lightly as her thumb caressed his cock, milking all of his cum he had saved up for her. When he began to twitch from the hypersensitivity in his cock after orgasm, Virginia merely held him, not stimulating the poor man further, and swallowed the mouthful of cum she'd collected as her due reward. Once he'd settled, Virginia pushed his chair back, rollers silent on the dense rug his desk sat on, and she emerged. Face flushed, lipstick smeared like a bloody wound of sacrifice, and a dripping line of cum across the side of her face. Her skirt was pulled up and Miles could see the damp spot in her panties before Virginia pulled her skirt over them and smoothed it around her thighs. He could smell her scent on the hand she used to reach out and pull his pocket square from his suit. Virginia sat on the edge of his desk and used the reflection in a framed portrait of Miles and his then much younger wife as a mirror to wipe the cum from her face and dab at the spot on her blouse. Without a word she dropped it on his desk for him to clean up. I was going to let you fuck me, she said, but clearly a little boy that can't show me a man's control isn't going to be allowed to play with a grown up's toys. I'm disappointed in you, Miles. Virginia shook her head ever so slightly and stood up from his desk. Send Candy to get you an onion bagel, she ordered, facing the door, and waited until he'd done so and she knew the younger woman would not be in their shared outer office. Virginia left, shut the door behind her, and grabbed her purse from her desk drawer on her way to the executive washroom down the hallway. If anyone noticed her smudged lipstick they didn't say anything. Of course she had a key to it and Virginia went inside to fix her face. On the way out she popped a cinnamon mint into her mouth and was soon back at work, fingers tapping smoothly over the keys of her modern electric typewriter.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Miles sat in his desk for a while, holding his head in his hands. He had been so good. He had done so well. Candy had not suspected a thing. So he wasn't perfect. What man is? What person is? He didn't deserve to be stripped of a reward because of the tiniest of mistakes in an otherwise flawless performance. Demille would have allowed for worse, for Christ sakes, Miles thought to himself. Then, he made a very certain realization. He didn't make a mistake. He made a deliberate choice. He choose to get distracted thinking about bedding Candy and the triplets without Virginia's permission. And that moment of choice, that moment when he refused to accept the utter control of the woman he depended on, the moment he tried to gain control, was the moment that he actually lost control. That, he decided, was karma telling him that he was right where he needed to be. Under Virginia's erotic thumb. Candy came in and handed him a bagel. He accepted it graciously, then turned to his calendar. He had a lot of work today if he was going to be a good boy, if he was to be a proper man, and it was about time he continued working his way through it.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Virginia remained the perfect personal secretary for the remainder of the day and gave no sign whatsoever that the earlier scene, both under Miles desk and after, had occured. She'd even managed to keep the cum from staining her blouse with a bit of club soda and a very light rubbing with a finger dipped in salt. Of course the Jonesboro girls had signed and, as promised, Miles took Virginia and Candy to eat. Virginia selected the fish, a nice piece of trout in its own skin crusted with pecans atop. Candy had a steak she had no idea how to order much less cut, and spent most of her time making cow eyes at her boss. Virginia neither cared to notice nor corrected Candy as she normally would have. She remained aloof and serene, knowing to whom Miles was really paying attention even if he did have to make it appear that he was humoring, in an avuncular way, Candy. At Tiffany's she selected a simple, small silver compact for her purse while Candy got a new pair of earrings and insisted on getting Miles to put them on her. While Virginia was checking her lipstick in the mirror of her new compact, her back to them, she used it to watch Candy try to kiss Miles on the lips and succeed briefly before he gently but firmly turned his head and eased her back with his arms. Disappointment but delight showed in the girl's face and she flushed, then turned to see if Virginia had noticed. Of course by then Virginia had altered the angle of the mirror and it was as if she'd seen nothing. Later, as the day ended, she walked with Candy into Miles office. We're done for the day, Mr. Sterling. Candy and I are going to the movies to see All That Heaven Allows. Good night, sir. Candy echoed Virginia's comments and the two of them left, headed out for a night of nickel popcorn and a May-December two worlds apart romance with a very sexy Rock Hudson opposite Jane Wyman. Three in the morning, the time when sleep is almost death and only the wicked are about. Miles phone rang.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Miles went through the motions that evening with a bit of melancholy. He had been snubbed by Virginia all day, and it seemed difficult for him to feel his usual self. The attention from Candy seemed to make it even worse. The girl clearly had an attraction for him, perhaps increased by today, but it was she who made Miles lose focus. Not that he let it show outwardly, of course. He was a man's man to the public. And he allowed the kiss earlier as Virginia would have expected of him. It was natural, expected even, for the young secretaries to fall for their boss. It was expected to indulge in it a little, and so Virginia allowed him to keep up that public faade. Yet, the night itself was lonely and sleep evaded him. He tossed for several hours until he finally drifted to sleep at two thirty in the morning. And so, when the phone next to his bed rang just a half an hour later, Miles jolted awake, startled from the first bit of peace he'd had since his orgasm earlier that day. Only three things would cause a call this late at night a client in serious jail-like trouble, his wife getting tossed into rehab again, and Virginia. He reached for the phone, knocking over a glass of water on the nightstand in his haste. He disregarded the mess and put the phone to his ear. This is Sterling.
Thread: Merry Early Christmas

Hello I'm not sure I will be online for the weekend so I just wanted to post and maybe we can discuss holiday memories , I have more then a few I would love to share and I'm hoping whoever sees this will also have great moments from past holiday sessions or maybe a moment from this one would be nice so please don't be shy and lets share , I'm very happy for the Christmas session and the new year so yeah I hope your having a amazing end of the year and cheers to another one 3 post below and tell me your Christmas stories.
Thread: Online Chat Roleplay Tips?

Is there a site that has good roleplay tips for beginners in online adult roleplay chat? Something like . That one is really basic but if there were a directory of such sites that would be helpful.
Thread: Online Chat Roleplay Tips?

Trial by fire. You look at any 'good' RPer on BMR and go back through their posts you'll find mediocre stuff at the start.
Thread: Online Chat Roleplay Tips?

More or less, Sugo's right. When I started RPing, I was only writing 1-3 lines at most. I abused the comma's really badly and the grammar was....well it wasn't as bad the punctuation but it was sorta bad. Then I started trying to RP in threads, so to make the posts longer I started filling the posts with useless fluff. I went back and read some of my first posts here and was in tears at how awful it was. XX I just learned as I went along and that is how most people go about it. Over that period of time you start to evolve your own writing style which you continually keep tweaking and refining. I never saw any kind of guide on how to do it, honestly didn't know that was even a thing? I've just been feeling my way along this whole time. XD
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

When you feel like an ant under the gaze of a giant 'Twas but shortly thereafter--just long enough for Jackson to drift into that semi-conscious dream world that persisted to keep you groggy--a visitor arrived. More accurately, a tourist of the Momono variety, choosing the tall building to roost upon, as to rest. Coincidentally, the balcony she chose, happened to be the one just outside the UNSC soldier's room. So it was, that a Harpy landed her avian feet on the cool flooring of the balcony tucking her arms in to pull her wings back to a more comfortable position. She stood just under 55, with a feathering of a deep, azure blue matching the strangely neat--for something that moves through high winds and vigorous flapping-- shift of hair that hung short to her necksue me, I like Papi. Judging by the moderate breasts, and slim, but only lightly-toned appearance, one could judge she had matured only a year or two ago. Bergundy-gold eyes scanned the room in quick, juttery movements somehow not noticing the sleeping human, as she made her way in. As it was, the sliding-glass door had been left open by the marine a lack of foresight hinging on therein on the lack of sleep he had. Of course, she hadn't noticed him, but seemed attracted to the dim glow of the datapad Jackson had left in the corner of the room. Tilting her head, the female Momono aproached it, and extended one of her handsthose three-digited hand things they have in the crook of their wings, to pick it up. Upon doing so, she maneuvered her other hand over, beginning to tap at the screen. Of course, she was a harpy. Harpies may be scatter-brained. They may be down-right stupid at timesespecially younger ones. But it all culminates... In being a complete clutz. Thus, after just a moment of tapping, it seemed as if every alarm in the damn pad went off. Beeping and whirring, and whizzing, and bopping, and thudding that thing made more noise than a bunch of patriots on a fire truck during the 4th of July. Startled, the harpy exclaimed, Gaaawk! What-did-I-do!? The-fuck-did-I-press?! The-fuck-is-all-this?!, in typical quickly-spoken dialect of a harpy. Meanwhile, she practically juggling the damn thing in surpirse fumbling for the thing in the air with her not-quite-so-applicable appendages. Of course, this made one whole hell of ruckus easily enough to awaken Jackson. On one hand, there was a Mamono in his room. A harpy, nonetheless. And it had his datapad. On the other hand, a naked, vibrantly-colored harpy was floundering about comically with his datapad seemingly oblivious to him.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

It's all good c The first post was just a colorful set-up for the current situation. And you played this Harpy's reaction perfectly, I couldn't stop laughing xD Jackson was so damn tired, that he did not properly secure the only entrance that someone could get into he was so high up and so exhausted that he made the mistake of leaving it open to help vent the stuffy air out, not thinking that one of the Mamono that could fly would by some small chance land on the intact patio. And though he tried to keep his slumber light, the depth of his exhaustion pulled him further and further into dreamland, the messy hair falling over his face a little so as to obscure his rugged features. The sleep was such a depth that he didn't hear her clawed feet touching across the tile floor, didn't even hear her by his bedside nor notice the shadow she cast, for the curtain on the window next to the bed was closed tightly shut and blocked the remaining daylight from this alien world's bright sun. And though she was so close, her feathers shaking about as she played with his datapad, he did not stir. A fact that most certainly changed when she accidentally triggered the alarm function, making the soldier fall off the bed in shock as a loud 'CONK' told of him hitting his head on the floor, gun barely held in his grasp and when he finally managed to shoot back up hearing the voice, he saw what it was A fucking Mamono! In his room! Comical or not, this was not a situation he could take lightly. Naturally, the fatigue almost instantly vanished as he was on the Harpy in seconds, his free hand clenched around her throat as he caught the flailing datapad in his gun hand, thumb pressing the giant red 'SILENCE' prompt on the screen before tossing the device on the bed and making her stare down the barrel of his gun. SHUT...UP he then threatened, placing the muzzle all too close for her to feel against the tight skin of her forehead. Naked as she might have been, the soldier didn't find a damn thing appealing about these abominations. They were rapists, kidnappers and murderers as far as he was concerned. His eyes glared coldly at the bird-woman, gaze deadlocked on her own as he added venomously, You have five seconds to tell me why I shouldn't blow your fucking head off.... Jackson growled, fingers a bit too tight around the Harpy's slender neck he didn't want to shoot, because then there was even more of a chance of him being found out. One...Two...Three...Four... And right at four, his thumb racked the hammer on the gun back, evidence that he was not playing around...Or at least that was the message he was trying to convey.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

I did try my best to make that funny. xD I first read your reply, and my reaction was just, o.o . I guess I'm used to far more light-hearted roleplays. Not that this is a bad change of pace I think I like it. Already, the harpy was startled by the alarms.When Jackson sprang up, and grasped her neck in a tight vice of grip, her eyes shot wide with fright. Indeed, as he promptly shut off the device, and spun her, to press the gun to her temple, the harpy's eyes had bolted wide. The sight of a human alone was surprising the gun muzzle shoved against her forehead even more so. Quickly, her 'hands' came up, to clutch at the one he was holding her with. However, harpies were not technically strong creatures they relied on their raw speed and mobility in combat. Through the use of their flight, and lightweight structure--Jackson could easily lift the female off her feet if he wished--they could transfer their momentum into jarring blows. She squirmed in his grasp, struggling until she heard him count down closing her eyes tightly at the second-to-last number. She began to shake, and cease her struggling, as she choked out, I-I-didn't-mean-to! I-I-d-didn't-know-you-were-here! I-only-w-wanted-to-r-r-rest-on-the-balcony! Then-I-saw-your-glowing-thing-and-just-had-to-touch-it! P-P-P-Please-don't-kill-me! For someone nearly being choked out, it was rather well pronounced. Of course, being a scared-for-her-life harpy, it came out as a near slurr of rapid, strung-together speech. From the corners of her avian eyes, tears began to form.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

Oh yeah...He's not had fun on this world. For him it's kill or be killed...Not knowing that he's not being hunted in that sense xD And right as the soldier about to say five, the harpy girl started squealing and squawking as she begged him not to kill her. Not that it was likely he was going to even if he did strangle her and throw her body overboard, other Mamono would know something was amiss and start to investigate. Which meant having to move hideouts again, not something he had wanted to undergo just yet. And honestly, since her words were rather muted because of his death grip, killing her would only inconvenience him. And for a moment, his grip relaxed, allowing the avian woman to breathe more easily no doubt her neck would be slightly bruised, but at least she would live...For the moment. You mean the datapad you triggered the alarm function on? You trying to get me killed? he snarled, keeping the muzzle pressed firmly to her head. How stupid are you that you don't see me sleeping less than three feet from my 'glowing thing'? was his next crude question, keeping his voice low. He then looked over and saw that the patio door was open fuck, he forgot to close it. Who knew how much ruckus those down below heard, if there were any. His eyes narrowed in contempt, but he soon turned his attention back to her and said, with no less a threatening tone than before Depending on the answer to this next question, I might just have to...When you were flying in, did you see anyone on the ground? Was there anyone else besides you? This was going to play out two ways If she answered yes, she was carrion fodder. If no, he might be inclined to let her go, provided she could keep quiet long enough for him to start packing up.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

Mhmm x3 Even did some Harpy research for this one. The Harpy slowly--not able to stop her light shaking in fear-- lowered her wings to her sides, knowing there wasn't much she could do in this situation. Indeed, the soft skin of her neck was bruised lightly by his grip but nothing that wouldn't heal. She took a breath to stabilize herself, before responding--with a noticeable effort to speak slower--softly, I-I... guess I just didn't see you? It's not mating season, so I wasn't really on the lookout... We harpies don't actively seek out males unless it is that season..., she explained to him, before taking in his second question. After a moment of ponderance--her eyes drifting upwards in a thinking manner, before returning to him--she responded, N-No, I don't think so... not in the immediate area. There were some wolves on the outfringes--in the forests-- but that's pretty normal. I didn't see anyone in the city... Given that most monster girls have no need for concrete or urban environments, most lived in natural locations. To support her truth, at least, in the first explanation, it was well known that harpies were friendly. In fact, before the fighting had begun, a few harpy-shipping business had begun to arrive convenient in short, or long-distance mailing. They were among the first to colonize with humans, due to their mating season, unlike most monster girls, who go year-round. Only after finding a mate do harpies acquire that voracious sex-drive.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

I can tell! I will admit...I do feel kind of bad now xD But at least now she's likely safe from further wrath, haha Jackson's eyes never left the naked Harpy as she explained how it being out of mating season, she wasn't looking for a man. And how there were only wolves in the forests...Nothing he couldn't handle from his high-rise vantage point. In any event, she seemed to be telling him the truth...But he still had the problem of her knowing where he was. And how problematic that could be...Still, if he killed her now, there was no doubt those very wolves would be attracted to the scent of her dead body. And even dealing with them could lead to other issues And after a few tense moments, his mouth pursed into a tight grimace, he finally decided to let her go and pull the gun away from her temple. No matter how friendly she was being, she was still a potential threat. Her answer didn't fully explain why she couldn't see him unless she was just so focused on his datapad that everything else drowned out. For the first time in a long time, he was conflicted about whether to spare or kill. Mostly due to self-preservation...But also a smaller part of him, nearly mute, saying that she was not deserving of death. Alright, fine...I guess you're alright. he finally said, breaking the silence of him staring at her. Besides...I can't have you leaving here in tears and shouting how a mean human could do this or anything like that. Jackson tacked on, going to close the door before pointing to the datapad on the bed. So...Here. Play with this until you're bored, I guess...I have things to do. Whether she took it or not didn't matter he needed to get himself ready to move out, so he began activating his armor suit, already placing the supplies he could carry into every available compartment as well the massive rucksack that was held by straps over the chestpiece.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

x3 It's ok. Since it has been years, after all, it's understandable for him not to know that Harpies are probably the most harmless. Slowly, the harpy relaxed, raising one hand to rub gently at her throat. Truth be told, she just 'happened' to overlook him. Nothing different or strange about it just another part of being a clutz. She frowned slightly at his words, but quickly perked up, when she picked-up on his slight relaxation. Always quick to trust again, the harpy was still scared, but only slightly so. More wary than anything about the male. Any turn-around on an action, though, could almost always be interpreted as sincere. She took the datapad from where it lay after he threw it, and began to--this time with far more careful presses-- play with it. After a short while of both toying with the device, and watching him pack, she spoke up, So...you're the last human, right? I-I mean, I've heard rumors and all, that there was still a male, but I never really believed them.... As she did so, she meandered closer, perusing over his armor and supplies from a distance. It was more curious than anything her eyes held a spark of curiosity, mingling with the excitement that a little danger can bring. Despite being as scatterbrained as any other harpy, she appeared to be quite intelligent especially since there were no further alarms on the datapad!