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Thread: The Trophy - Cougar Girl & Little Rooster **Concluded**

RE The Trophy - Cougar Girl Little Rooster So he gets turned on at the thought of being naked in front of women. Interesting. Ive come across this before on one of my courses. Art appreciation. In the eroticism class we were shown a picture by some famous French artist of a naked woman sitting among a lot of clothed men on the banks of a river. The teacher asked us to think about lots of questions. How did the woman feel to be naked among all those clothed men? How did the men feel to have her naked among them? How did we feel looking at the picture? The discussion all got a bit too intellectual for me, I just knew that the answer to all the questions was HOT. So, yes, I can understand why he finds this thought arousing. But thoughts are one thing, real life another. Just think about this for a moment, Heath. Is this something you really want to do or just a fantasy? Would he feel the same if he really were naked in a room full of clothed women? Guys brag about showing themselves off, but if it actually happened theyd get all embarrassed and stand there with their little cocks all shrivelled up. Mind you, here I am clothed and there he is naked sporting his fourth erection of the morning. Is that why hes got aroused again or is it just his normal youthful enthusiasm? Come to think of it, Im getting steamy sitting here fully clothed with him stark naked. I hoist up my skirt and climb astride his thighs. Its just about being naked, right? Not about wanting to fuck them or have them maul you? You just want to be on display? If that is all he wanted, he would be best in the drawing class. If my friends were allowed to interact with him, who knows what would happen? Well, I know what would happen and it wouldnt be nice. I saw what happened to a male stripper at a hen party once. Some of my friends wouldnt be able to keep their hands off him. When hed lost all his clothes, theyd be after anything else he had to offer. And he has plenty to offer. Which is why I dont want my friends helping themselves. Thinking of which, I pull my panties to one side, take hold of his cock and slid down its shaft. Hes only himself to blame for getting me aroused again.
Thread: The Trophy - Cougar Girl & Little Rooster **Concluded**

RE The Trophy - Cougar Girl Little Rooster My thoughts go to an old painting I saw in my very early teens, 12 or 13 even. It is called Luncheon on the Grass by the French artist Manet, it always grabbed my curiosity, a naked woman sitting on the grass among clothed men, it always struck a rather decadent and yet innocent tone with me. Is she flaunting herself to try and provoke one or both of the men into desiring her? Is she with one of the men and he is displaying her as some kinky foreplay ritual? As with so much of what I saw growing up, I always wanted to be in the woman's position, except as a man and doing it for women, when I saw Female strippers I wanted to be that, when I saw a woman undressing seductively for a man, I wanted to be undressing in that way for a woman. I wanted to be the source of desire, perhaps because I was anything but desirable back then, the little fat kid who dared not speak or draw attention unto himself lest some call him fatso. Maybe I just wanted to be seen. I take a breath and I explain all of this to Samantha, how it has been my fantasy for so long, how I crave to be displayed as an object almost in front of women who would not be returning the favour. Somehow this unfairness just intensifies it all. Perhaps it is ego or selfishness but I want the spotlight on me, just on me. Yes, I want to do it very much, I have explained my reasons for it, make me your property that you can display on will, show me off, I know you want to Samantha and I am telling you, you can. I can serve drinks before hand even if you like, then you lead me to the centre of the room and undress me in front of them all. I don't think I want it to be an orgy though, I don't want to see them naked, that is rather important to me, are your friends that out there anyway, to fuck like that? Or would it be a little bit of touching? I continue and then realize it is getting too difficult and I too excited to want to do it to care about rules. Look, I just don't want to see them naked, that is all I ask, do with me what you will otherwise I say firmly. Claim me as your property Samantha I confirm. She the grabs my cock and pulls her panties to one side, I am worked up now, enough to cum yet again, it is what I need, I need the psychological turn on, the thoughts and fantasies, I am a fetishist it seems. She rides me. I love that I can't see any of your body Samantha, I know that is a weird thing to say, but I love it I moan as I, once again become a wild beast that fucks her.
Thread: Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners (M/F or F/F)

RE Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners Plot Idea Inside, MF or FF Both props for being an X-files and using the word 'elephantine', you have some interesting ideas.
Thread: Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners (M/F or F/F)

RE Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners Plot Idea Inside, MF or FF And you get props for the Dark Souls reference in your profile picture
Thread: Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners (M/F or F/F)

RE Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners Plot Idea Inside, MF or FF A lady who appreciates Dark Souls, I should send you a cake.
Thread: Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners (M/F or F/F)

RE Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners Plot Idea Inside, MF or FF Or you could propose a game idea to me
Thread: Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners (M/F or F/F)

RE Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners Plot Idea Inside, MF or FF Updated with Skyrim plot!
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RE Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners Plot Idea Inside, MF or FF Nudge nudge, wink wink
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RE Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners Plot Idea Inside, MF or FF Nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat, if you know what I mean
Thread: Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners (M/F or F/F)

RE Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners Plot Idea Inside, MF or FF Update looking for players in a Pathfinder game
Thread: Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners (M/F or F/F)

RE Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners Plot Idea Inside, MF or FF I don't suppose any of your wives or various other spouses happen to be goers?
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RE Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners Plot Idea Inside, MF or FF Bump.
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RE Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners Plot Idea Inside, MF or FF Nudge
Thread: Looking for Literate, Dominant Partners (M/F or F/F)

Very well, I'll take you on with the Star Wars Sith Game. However, to adapt myself and my furry self to the story, I'm your mom at the beginning, then I will roleplay as the Sith lord. There is a complex story behind it, let me try to put everything into words I'm sorry but I'm not native to English, and besides I haven't slept for the last 49 hours. DahVil A deathly ice planet, where only the strongest survive. The interplanetary travels are not an option, the planet is too far away from the main Republic, and only Sith and the Rebels go there for occasional and unwillingly slaves that are later to be used as Death's Meat, the bite for the Wyrm on the Interplanetary loophole. I leave it open because there is a lot to do with this plot, I'm so excited to roleplay with you.
Thread: From the Pharaoh's Daughter to An Assassin (Yuna & danzomcninja's 1x1)

Princess Hasina PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg The city of Alexandria, Egypt, had always been one with some of the most influence among the ancient desert. Like most of the other cities within Egypt, it has it's shares of ups and downs. At the moment, though, it had been going through a prosperous era. The economy was at it's strongest peak, the Pharaoh equal in strength despite his wife having passed away years ago whilst giving birth to their daughter. The now seventeen year old princess was in her room, gazing out of one of the few windows. Even with the peace and success all around her, something had been feeling ... amiss lately. She couldn't pinpoint exactly why or how it was being caused. But she had noted that as of late, it seemed quiet, to the point of it causing her to become uneasy. Normally, silence didn't bother her. But something about it just seemed so very unnatural. Her teeth gripped her lower lip from behind her golden veil, hands wrapping gently along her shoulders to try to calm herself. When the attempts did next to nothing, however, she knew serenity would have to be found in another fashion. When the idea came to her, Hasina's feet guided her to a small temple that had been made for anyone within the palace to attend to. The uneasy feelings only worsened as she saw no one else there, not even a handmaiden or servant. Slowly, she fell to her knees, letting bright hazel eyes glance up towards a statue of Isis, the protector of women. Is something even amiss? Or am I just overthinking? Please, Isis, you've never left me before. Give me a sign, a symbol ... She murmured softly, the soft brown hues gradually closing, hiding themselves away from anyone who may or may not be nearby.
Thread: From the Pharaoh's Daughter to An Assassin (Yuna & danzomcninja's 1x1)

The Pharaoh's guard commander had known something was amok when he found one of his soldiers, crumpled and stabbed at the steps of the palace gate. The intruder's various movements were subtle, and hidden in the midnight darkness. The screams and cries could be heard, however, and guardsmen were topping over and falling off the walls and stairs they were defending. Commander Radik himself was pushed over by a dark figure, and strangely, he was not stabbed. As Radik stepped inside once again, he found that not even the priests were safe. They'd been stabbed and gutted like fish, and littered the insides of the palace. Radik knew he must find his King and protect him. The intruder was sly, killing soldiers without them even realizing he was in here. The second intruder was knocking them out with the same level of stealth. It was clear by the paths, the evidence, which areas were affected by which intruders. And they converged at the Pharaoh's court. Radik almost didn't want to look inside. He had to summon great courage, and finally opened the doors. There was a man standing over the corpse of the King. A sword in his hand. You monster! You unholy bastard! Fight me! Radik growled. It wasn't me... Alexander assured him. Look at my sword, commander. No blood... not from your pharaoh, and not from any of your men... I came here to stop this. Lies! It's all lies, you just discarded the murder weapon. And my clothing too? don't be a fool... I am an assassin. If I was the man who did this, I wouldn't bother trying to convince you, I'd just kill you... The most important thing right now, is Hasina! She is the direct successor! Well then... assassin ... why don't you tell me whats going on here? I don't have time! We must rescue the Princess! Fine... but if you're lying... I'm not lying! Read the evidence, that's your job... I pushed you over earlier... The commander paused, and said nothing else. If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead... Alex added. The pair headed for Hasina.
Thread: From the Pharaoh's Daughter to An Assassin (Yuna & danzomcninja's 1x1)

Princess Hasina PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg A new and abruptly very strong scent finally caught Hasina's nose. It was .. full of iron? Her head tilted slightly, confused. Was this supposed to be the sign? Standing up and getting to her feet, the Princess allowed her feet to guide her out, inhaling every now and again to follow the scent. Her foot suddenly got wet after a few steps and finally, the source was revealed. As her eyes saw the blood and then numerous bodies around her, a gasp of shock leaving her lips. W.... what?! Then again, the 'what' was obvious. The better questions, it seemed, were who, why ... things to that effect. The normally confident hazel eyes quickly turned to a pair of anxious and scared ones. Who was here? Let alone still alive? The thoughts made her shiver. The likely answer was no one ... or just herself and the killer. And if it was the latter, she needed to get out, and fast. Her eyes continued to dart from side to side as she ran, keeping her senses as alert as possible. Besides her light pants, she remained silent enough, hearing nothing else save her heart beating frantically against her chest.
Thread: From the Pharaoh's Daughter to An Assassin (Yuna & danzomcninja's 1x1)

There was a loud clang behind her, just above her head and back a bit. As axe connected with sword, Radik did everything in his power to stop the murderer from killing his darling future queen. Your majesty, the Pharaoh is dead... you are the new Pharaoh! He told her. No... The dark figure retorted. She's my prisoner... The murderer's name was Akar, he was a Persian man from the same clan of assassins as Alexander. His hair was long and black, and his face grizzled with short facial hair that was unkempt and graying. It was clear that he was near the end of his career, but still had a jump to his step. As he stepped back to seemingly take another swing, he instead stomped his foot and a blade emerged from his armored shoe. Radik hadn't been expecting that. Alexander charged Akar with his blade, and for the moment it was two on one. But Akar got the better of his fellow assassin, and managed to throw him to the side with the blunt side of his axe. This winded him, and allowed Akar to go after the queen's soldier alone. Radik fought valiantly, parrying attacks, cutting Akars arms each once - with a particularly bad cut on his left forearm, but ultimately, Akar was the better fighter, and Radik ended up with the toe blade up through his gut, and a beheading as the final strike while he was in shock. By now however, Alexander was back up, and he drove the blade through Akar's back, and pulled it back out. He then sat down, and watched his fellow agent fall and die. He was still taking everything in.
Thread: From the Pharaoh's Daughter to An Assassin (Yuna & danzomcninja's 1x1)

Princess Hasina PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg As steel upon steel echoed in her ears, the Princess turned in time to see the fight begin. Her heart sank. Father .... no .... Her head shook, despair quickly overwhelming her. Everything was happening so fast, she hardly had time to react or contemplate on anything. So many words quickly echoed through Hasina's head, all from the strangers who spoke so close and yet far from her. Your majesty, the Pharaoh is dead... you are the new Pharaoh! No, she's my prisoner ... Her muscles trembled, finding herself unable to run, only watch. No, you idiot! You'll die if you stay here! She inwardly hissed, trying to find the courage to move. But nothing seemed to be working. Blade upon blade continued to land on one another, tears forming in her eyes. Her right hand subconsciously lifted and covered her mouth as the more vital stabs and jabs caught her eyes. When the fight finally did end, only one was still alive. The fight hadn't just driven fear into her, but confusion as well. Who could she trust? Could she even do that with any of these .. men? As much as the future ruler wanted to, Hasina didn't know. This had all happened far too fast for her liking and she was still taking the news that her father was dead in. Uncertain of what more to do, her feet finally seemed to function more properly as she turned on her heels and ran, tears trailing down her face.
Thread: From the Pharaoh's Daughter to An Assassin (Yuna & danzomcninja's 1x1)

Your Majesty, you need to get back here... Alexander called to her. He waited for her to do so. As Radik and Akar layed dead, some form of duty washed over the assassin. He felt like this was his own fault, because he hadn't been able to stop all the bloodshed from happening. He stood up, and sheathed his bloodied sword. His lone kill being his fellow assassin. Your father may be dead, but there's no way you can stay and lead your people. Once my former employer realizes that you haven't been captured, he will send another agent... I'm the only one with enough training to protect you. And if you don't believe me, look at your own Guard Commander. he said, gesturing to CDR Marcus Radik, who layed on the floor, still, and getting colder. I am an assassin, Pharaoh... but I'm not like the man who did all this. My marks, are the other assassins. My mission is to stop them from killing innocents. And I can train you to fight...
Thread: From the Pharaoh's Daughter to An Assassin (Yuna & danzomcninja's 1x1)

Princess Hasina PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg Hasina halted herself, glancing back towards the figure. She knew that technically, she didn't have to move back to the man. But honestly, she was seeing few other options. Her body shook as she slowly obliged, looking anxiously up to his eyes as she forced herself to make contact. ... I ... why? I ... I mean .... Her head shook, her words coming out in the form of stammering more than anything. Tears continued to fall down her face as she glanced up. Her ankles tensed yet again, instincts trying desperately to take over. But even with the strong urge to want to run from him, fear kept her in place. Finally, the last words echoed in her mind and ears, making her look down towards the floor. And I can train you to fight... F... fight?! But ... She stopped, biting upon her lower lip behind the veil. Her? Fight? It was an almost laughable thought. But his words - and the scene - all did seem to prove a point to the Princess. She had to do something and fast. Otherwise, she probably would end up captured .. if not dead. Her eyes closed even as soft sobs continued to leave, her body still trembling. She didn't like the sound of it, not at all. But the more she thought of alternatives, the fewer appeared to come to her. A steady nod left her head as she glanced up. What ... what do we do? Where do we go? She finally managed to ask.
Thread: From the Pharaoh's Daughter to An Assassin (Yuna & danzomcninja's 1x1)

First things first, you need some protection... He told her. He pulled out a small, but elegant sheathed dagger from his home in Sparta. The blade was nothing to laugh at, it was long and it would not hurt her as long as she kept it inside it's holder. Handing the blade to her, he patted her on the shoulder. You're also going to need some attire better suited to the wildnerness, Milady. I will stand guard while you change. Then we will be off, and I shall escort you to Greece where you shall be safe to train with me. It will be a long journey, so expect some lessons on the way as well. I hope your Majesty has some suitable outfits? With that, he crossed his arms and watched her. He knew they would be safe here for a couple hours, at least until Akar's time frame was broken, and his employer knew what happened to him. Akar had been a very good assassin, and was never late. Alexander was a fairly handsome man, very similar in appearance to the man he was named for. Alexander the great. Tanned skin, long dirty blond hair, and an athletic, acrobatic physique that was perfect for his job. Although he couldn't grow facial hair for the life of him, most women's eyes were drawn to his, as opposed to his chin.
Thread: From the Pharaoh's Daughter to An Assassin (Yuna & danzomcninja's 1x1)

Princess Hasina PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg PicsVeiledDancerzps3c506b99.jpg Hasina's teeth found her lower lip and gripped it slightly. Had she really agreed to this? Her head and heart were both racing a mile per second if not minute. Still, no other plans were coming to her mind. She had to do this. There really was no other way it seemed .. and that alone made her heart ache. A small gasp passed her lips as the blade was set in her hands. It wasn't overly heavy though she definitely wasn't used to such sensations either. When the question of clothing came up, her head shook no slowly. Not ... not really, no. I wasn't ... given much if anything appropriate for leaving. Truth be told, she'd never been outside the city. Hasina had always remained behind the walls, inside the once secure palace. But now .. those days were gone. Still, she did indeed have something .. and it was enough to make her leave and go to her room. Slipping out of her more ... erotic and exotic clothes, Hasina came back in a tunic, long skirt, cloak and some sandals. It wasn't the best, she knew, but compared to what she had, it was better. The sheathed blade was still held firmly in her hands. Hasina remained quiet, thinking still on all she'd learned. Finally, she gave a firm and determined nod. I .. suppose I'm as ready as I'll ever be .. She replied.
Thread: A New Pack (V_M & Google)

Vivianna was finally beginning to enjoy life again, the death of her lover and mate had been hard on her and for a while she left on a long trip, uncertain of where she would be going, and now, months away from her former pack and their new packleader she could start a new life, uncertain if there were other packs, but she did not intend to join one after her previous experience with her last. Viv was now coming upon a small village and slowed her wagon and horse with her belongings, wondering if this could be her new home. When entering the village it was rather silent, sure there were people here and there, but seeing new people was not something that these people seemed to experience, although right away she noticed a few that were of her kind and no doubt they could smell that she was one of them, but she said nothing of it and instead headed for an inn to see if there were any homes available outside the small village. What she did not know was that the werewolves here were a part of a community outside this city that had made their own little village with high walls and heavy gates to prevent people from escaping or seeing what happened inside the werewolf village. After speaking with someone she found that someone within the village was selling a house just outside the village walls, only short walk from the village. Vivianna paid what was asked for the home and proceeded to head in the direction of the new home. Once she arrived she began unpacking all by herself until her wagon was empty and was then set aside for use later. Once settled in she began preparing her dinner, wondering if the others would approach her about joining, but she would come to that if it happened. Settling in she got changed into an evening gown she had made herself, with lovely hand embroidery of such skill elderly women with years of experience would be jealous. Viv stood only about 5 foot 5 but was slender, she was what many men would consider perfect for breeding, a C cup bust, slender stomach and tone body, curvy hips just right for carrying many children, and long elegant legs and delicate feet. Vivianna soon sat down to finish sewing a new gown of deep red and silver trim. Her long brunette hair flowed down over her should over her breasts and to her hips in elegant waves while she let her hands work and hummed a sweet little werewolf lullaby to herself, having hoped for children, but it had not happened. She decided tomorrow she would let the village know of her ability to sew and mend, even alter things at low costs seeing as she was new. While Vivianna sat in her dark blue gown she absently looked at her ring finger where her wedding ring still sat on her dainty hand, her violet eyes looking at it sparkle for a moment before returning her attention to her work.