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Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

Mike was about to say that if she was willing to give a few struts a go, he'd really call up his people and have them fix her up. She was being so high and mighty about herself that Mike was sllightly getting annoyed by her confidence but then again, after a careful thought, he realized how alike they were, in a way. So much pride in oneself that they're not willing to let anyone trample them down. How interesting. The thought almost pulled the sides of his lips if only the girl didn't suddenly go on hysterics about the time. Who the hell panics at 445pm? It was too early for anything exciting to actually happen. At first he was unaware of what to do. He never really entertained other people here before, and especially not one who treated him like a regular human being. She was panicking, that was for sure, and her panic rose after a few scavenges from her bag. Mike pulled himself away from the counter and looked closer. Is umm... everything alright? He asked. He awkwardly glanced left and right before scratching the back of his head because, hey, what was he to do? Juliette's panic was mysteriously seeping out of her body and into his and now there was a feeling of responsibility inside him, like, if something were to happen to this girl, he would be blamed. The last thing he wanted to see on tabloids is him having a girl grounded because of his inability to help in an obviously crucial situation. When his brain decided to work again, Mike took his phone from his pocket and handed it to her. There was no act on his face. Instead, there was concern and panic written all over it. Go ahead, he said. Call whoever it is you have to call. Don't worry about getting a cab. I'll have the driver prepare the car. The last statement seemed to have flowed out of his lips without the pure intention to say it that even he was surprised about what he just said. What surprised him the most is how genuinely concerned he was. It was a sensation he hadn't felt in a long, long time. Take it already, Mike insisted. He took Juliette's hand and forced the phone on it before walking to the intercomm system to have his driver do the necessary preparations. He kept his free hand inside his pocket and his fingers opened and closed in on his palm. Juliette was supposed to be a tutor. He was supposed to act nice and not be actually nice. But there was something about how she treated him that made him feel like he was Mike Romanov, a regular graduating student, not an internationally renowned model whose masks have already defined who he was. Julio, prepare the car. I'll have my friend head down there in a while. Take her to wherever it is she needs to be and pick up Alexandria, wherever the hell she is.
Thread: Come Play With Me (Plot & Smut plz) :3

Hello, Im new to this forum but have been rping for a long time. I para rp and am good with long term plots. I love romances no matter were they lead to and action as well x3 I dont have any extra messangers so we would have to do it on here.
Thread: Come Play With Me (Plot & Smut plz) :3

Just updating with an idea that I have kicking around in my head A high tech facility that houses, against their will, mutant humans with abilities and powers I'm thinking like x-men type stuff that the scientists try to forcibly control, harness, suppress, test, and generally mistreat the mutants. Your character would be a person of intelligence and confidence that wants to extort a certain girl there.
Thread: Come Play With Me (Plot & Smut plz) :3

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Thread: Second Life Anyone? *Discussion*

I sometimes tell people if they ever get curious that I obtained a lot of my role-play experience outside of BM from a simulation game called Second Life that's been known to be well known amongst certain role-players. At first I was hesitate to post this here, only because my view on Second Life is a bit dumbed down in terms of what's in character and what's out of character. I know people don't just use it for role-playing and it has other even larger audiences that really do the justice in keeping it alive today but for how much longer?s. Anyway I am gonna be straight to the point of this, only because I wanted to see if there was anyone else who either came here from there or alters between the two like myself. I won't go as far as to post my user name on here, since I prefer to get to know people before I sort of allow them onto my friends list just to be safe there's a lot of weirdo's out there you know, but I wouldn't mind reaching out to anyone else who may be from the community on similar grounds as myself. So anyway, are you from SL? If so what is it about it that reeled you into it in the first place and are you still there now? I'd love to hear your thoughts Blissy.
Thread: Second Life Anyone? *Discussion*

I've tried it a couple of times but the other players were just too into 'being' their avatars for me. They seem to seriously take it as a second life . I mean... literally . I enjoy role playing characters in stories. Building a house, getting money and creating a body are all real life things that I do in real life I didn't have any desire to do it virtually when I could do it for real. Now I know that there are people who have made a real life income selling things in the Second Life universe but that wasn't for me either. There was one woman in particular I think it was a woman who was really mad at me for referring to second life as a virtual life she insisted that it was as real as what I called 'real life'. She was probably right - I was simply trying to differentiate between 'flesh' life and 'virtual' life. I much prefer the ability I have in role play forums to play multiple characters and to have several stories going on simultaneously. Second life seems like a great platform for those seeking to have another identity, but for me it was too much. It reminded me of the Bruce Willis movie Surrogates . If I were disabled I'd probably love a virtual world like that where I could walk, fly, dance and fuck, but since I'm not I prefer to do it in my own skin.
Thread: Colder than Cold (Alpha and namedsara)

Three days ago Jason Grave had been sitting in a cramped, un-air-conditioned office somewhere in midtown DC, reviewing information on local religious sects, trying to determine if any of them could prove to be occult threats to national security. Without warning he was jammed onto a red eye flight to Langley, given a briefing and an operations account with a figure that was more than he could ever imagine needing then packed onto another flight to a cluster of small islands making up a tropical resort in the Caribbean. A hot breeze drifted through the open balcony door of the hotel suit, the curtains billowing out to dance to some unheard tune. Jason leaned against the railing of the balcony, looking out towards the setting sun, a cigarette teetering on the edge of his lip. He had arrived at the hotel to find the closet full of tailored suits, slacks and shirts, all of it far fancier than he was used to. The cigarette sailed from the balcony, a trail of smoke disappearing along with it. He turned on the heel of one shoe, stepping briskly back into the room. A folder sat on the low magony coffee table a long with leather shoulder holster rig, a well maintained .45 Colt nestled in it. Jason was in his early thirties with a dark hair slicked right back and steely grey eyes. His fingers moved deftly, doing up the buttons of the white shirt he wore before sipping on a tie and shrugging on his holster before picking up a tailored jacket from the back of the couch, shrugging it on before stepping in front of a full length mirror and adjusting his holster to ensure the weapon was hidden then paused to shake a small charm bracelet loose around his wrist. He was to meet his contact, some agent the Brits had sent over. He slipped from his room and down to the elevator. The hotel bar was on the roof, an glass roofed structure with palm trees growing inside of it, small groves set up to provide privacy to the people mingling over drinks. Jason took a seat at the bar, flagging down the bar man he ordered himself a scotch on the rocks and dug his cigarettes from inside his jacket, firing a fresh one with a faded old Zippo and settled in to await his contact.
Thread: Colder than Cold (Alpha and namedsara)

Evanlyn wasn't given much information about her newest mission, partly because it was confidential even for her rank but also partly because the British didn't have the information for her. It was an American based mission and as such she was told that she would be briefed further when she met her partner on the other side of the world. Evanlyn was needed based on her skills and expertise, though skeptical due to the lack of intelligence, she trusted her superiors enough to fly off the next day. The clear skies and tropical atmosphere of the resort surprised Evanlyn when she arrived. Used to the gloomy, grey weather back home, she felt as if she were on holiday. The service and treatment of the hotel were as expected, with both expensive dresses for fancy dinner parties and leather suits for more covert operations. She had until the evening to meet her contact and used the time to try out some of the dresses. Evanlyn played around with the combinations of dresses, high heels and boots at her disposal until she found a simple but elegant black dress that came up to the middle of her thighs. The black dress complimented her long blonde hair, which she kept straightened instead of the popular fashion of curly hair. The dress was short enough to reveal much of her body but not skimpy to the point of looking like a slut. Keeping to the simple but elegant theme she also chose a pair of small black heels to go with the dress. She didn't put on much make-up, only the bare essentials before heading to the bar. She also chose not to take any weapons with her save for a small knife in her purse. On the roof she managed to catch a glimpse of the Sun before it moved below the horizon and moved towards the bar. There she found a man who fit the descriptions she had been given and sat in an empty seat next to him. She ordered a pint of lager, enjoying the slightly confused look the barman gave her. Evanlyn watched the man sitting beside her and greeted him. You must be Jason, I'm Evanlyn.
Thread: Colder than Cold (Alpha and namedsara)

Jason felt the presence of the woman before he saw her, the hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up and the charm bracelet around his wrist sending a shock up his arm that left his skin tingling, a sign that she was something other than what she seemed. He kept his eyes forward, watching the mirrored wall behind the bar. He could see she was drawing attention, stares from most men in the room and a few of the women, eyes glazed over as if under some hypnotic spell. His .45 stirred under his jacket and he reached slowly for it, undoing the safety catch before returning his hand to his drink. The smoke from his cigarette trailed upwards, twisting around the blades over the over head fan that did little to dispel the evening warmth. As she sat down beside him he felt a wave of something hit him and he tugged slightly at his shirts collar, as if the temperature had suddenly gone up several more degrees and the tingling in his arm intensified and he found himself fighting back the urge to bend her over the bar and take her right there in front of everyone. He slugged back the rest of his drink and settled his hands across the bar top, fingers tugging at the bracelet and forcing himself to focus on one of the bottles on the glass shelf in front of him. He waited until after the barman had severed her and departed until he spoke, Well, its nice to see our friends across the pond decided to send someone who doesn't waste time getting down to business.
Thread: Colder than Cold (Alpha and namedsara)

Evanlyn smiled as they spoke, she noticed his obvious discomfort around her and only leaned in closer to him to increase it. She played with her hair, twirling it around her fingers and replied, I was told you were going to brief me about this mission in more detail. Just so you know, I don't know what we have to do or why I was sent, just that my expertise were needed. she didn't want to play around the bar for hours teasing this man. As nice as the tropical atmosphere is, she was flown here on a day's notice and not in the mood to waste time on silly foreplay with the American. She watched him closely and deduced before he spoke that he was more likely to be her partner than an informant. The way he dressed and acted told her that he was an agent like her, but his small movements which showed his discomfort also revealed his lack of experience. She unconsciously licked her lips at the prospect of working with him, thinking of the fun she could have teasing and playing with him. Very few men were able to resist her charm, which is what lead to her mostly working alone. Maybe she shouldn't be in such a professional mood and in such a rush to get down to business, maybe she should have some fun, maybe later.
Thread: Colder than Cold (Alpha and namedsara)

Her warm breath spilled across Jason's skin, images of naked, sweaty heaving flesh twisting and writhing in pleasure filled his head as the the woman spoke. He could feel a flush creeping up his neck, he reached up and loosened his tie. What the hell was going on, who was the woman and why was she setting off his defensive wards. When she mentioned a briefing he glanced quickly around the bar. The place was heavily populated. They needed to find somewhere to get away from prying eyes so they wouldn't be compromised. He flagged the barman down and got a refill on his drink which promptly vanished just as his previous one had. Damnit, why was he having so much trouble focusing on the task at hand. She was asking for a briefing the most logical thing to do would be to take her back to his room, show her the files, well, the ones he was cleared to show her at least, and take it from there. He was still waiting to hear from the support team that had been sent up from Arkham. The charm barclet was starting to burn a violent warning into his skin but he pushed it aside, Not here, he replied, snubbing his cigarette in the bartop ashtray, and pushing away from the bar, suddenly becoming aware of the erection straining against his slacks and praying no one noticed it, I've got all the files locked in the safe up in too!. We can talk there privitly.
Thread: Colder than Cold (Alpha and namedsara)

In Evanlyn's eyes, him loosening his tie and slight lack of concentration in their conversation screamed that he was still a rookie. Any veteran of the scene should be able to resist her charm, as enemy femme fatales were one of them top reasons for deaths of male undercover agents. He would have to learn if he wanted to survive in the thick of the current espionage war. Maybe he was doing this on purpose to test her, but still the signs were too natural. Evanlyn came to the conclusion he was genuinely attracted by her and not pretending to be, but kept her guard up nonetheless. She waited patiently for him to get another drink, coughing softly once he finished as he still seemed preoccupied in his own thoughts. It made sense to talk privately about sensitive information like this, but Evanlyn sensed there was something more behind this. Regardless, it would be weird to say no so Evanlyn went along with it, Let's go then. she replied and got up from her seat, half a pint of the lager she ordered unfinished.
Thread: Colder than Cold (Alpha and namedsara)

There had been silence throughout their trip back up to his room. Jason caught site of his reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator, noticing the deep red flush that had crept its way up his neck and into his face. What the hell was wrong with him? There was no denying the woman with him was attractive. There was something almost unnatural about her beauty and he had to wonder if maybe before they got into anymore business if she'd slip out of that dress and they could have themselves some fun before business needed to get in the way..... No, no what was he thinking, he was here to do a job, not make hanky panky with agents from other agencies. What had gotten into him? The elevator chimed and he lead her out onto his floor,fumbling his room key from his jacket pocket, missing the lock several times before managing to get the key in and the door open. Protective wards had been placed on the room, standard operating procedure for field operatives. Simple protective charms that could cripple an intruder both human and non, and once through the door his head cleared, the layers of protective spells filtering out whatever had been playing with his head and leaving him feeling more clear and level headed. Clear and level headed enough to feel threatened by this woman and his hand slid slowly his jacket to grasp at his side arm.
Thread: Colder than Cold (Alpha and namedsara)

A small smile crept onto Evanlyn's face as she followed Jason to his room, she had been through the same scene countless times. A bit of drinking at the bar as she seduced her target, which lead to them going into a room in private where she would extract information from them with any means necessary. More often than not, a bit of heavy kissing and touching wasn't enough, which is when she would have to restrain them, or just hold them at gunpoint. That usually works. Normally there would be a lot more intimate action in the elevator, but the American across from her is supposed to be an ally. Still, that has never stopped her from seducing a fellow agent for a one night stand. Evanlyn blinked out of her thoughts when the elevator stopped and the doors opened. There had been silence the whole way. Maybe it was an awkward silence for him, but for her it again confirmed her thoughts about who he was. She waited silently as he fumbled his keys. She looked down the hall and saw no one around, the fumbled keys again a familiar scene whenever she seduced men back to their rooms. Finally they entered his room, nothing seemed out of the ordinary as she followed him in. So... do you want to tell me what the mission is? Evanlyn paused, Or did you have something else in mind?
Thread: Cunning Friend (Celeb and Sin)

Stacy loved going over to her friends' house. Not just because her best friend was Selena Gomez, but because she loved hanging out with her and often made Selena feel as a normal girl with the things they would do. But this time Stacy wasn't as excited since Selena had called her and was very upset at the fact that her boyfriend had just broke up with her. Yes it was Justin, and he did it in a text message and is now ignoring her calls and texts. Hey I'm pulling up now, I'll let myself in. She texts Selena after pulling around the driveway and parking behind Selena's sports car. Where are you at? She calls out before hearing some noises in the kitchen. Finally the chubby friend finds Selena and sighs as she looks at her. I am bigger than him, I could smash his pretty boy face in. She exclaims as she walks up to her friend and gives her a soft hug while wearing a yellow sun dress, her cleavage ample and soft cock snugly tucked away within her panties. So what do you want to do? Open a bottle of Jack and talk shit? Perhaps burning his stuff in the fireplace? She suggests while walking around Selena and getting the bottle of Jack anyways. Meh, a shot will do anyways. She adds as she grabs the shot glasses and pours themselves a couple shots. I can't believe he would do it in a text. I doubt it was even him, it was probably one of his macho bodyguards since he's do much of a bitch to fight his own fights. She adds while handing the shot to Selena as she holds her own.
Thread: Cunning Friend (Celeb and Sin)

Selena was in the kitchen which was bigger than the home she grew up in. She didn't look her best, not because she had no make up on, she was beautiful without it, but because her clothes were baggy and did nothing to help her figure. Loose pyjama pants and t-shirt which she had just lounged in all day was her clothing choice, not that she had to go out anywhere. Giving her friend a hug when she entered the kitchen, her light blue top and pink pants creased against the bigger girl. I don't think getting drunk would be a good idea, plus it is only afternoon Selena replied, not that it mattered much as the glasses were poured and then offered. I don't care who it was, I'm not going back to that creep now. Seeing the shot glass handed to her, she just poured it past her pink lips in to her mouth and swallowed it with the tilt of her head. Once finished, the singer wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and coughed. I'm lucky to have you
Thread: Cunning Friend (Celeb and Sin)

Stacy down her shot with a tilt of her head before sliding the shot glass onto the counter. You are lucky to have me. She comments as she puts the lid back onto the bottle. I'd ask if you wanted to talk about it but I doubt that would help. She adds as she leans against the counter with her soft hips. Maybe a dip in the hot tub will help? Or perhaps getting all pretty and making him regret he ever crossed you? The chubby girl suggests while looking at her bestfriend. Or we could just keep drinking until all memory of anything bad is drunk away. Stacy shot out one more idea before stepping up to Selena and giving her a soft hug. But it's whatever you want to do, you name it and I'm up for it. Whatever it takes to make you feel better I will do. Stacy was a real friend since she would go to all the corners of the Earth to find a way to make her bestfriend feel better. Stacy often treated her friends this way and only Selena has ever showed the same friendship and compassion that Stacy shows. I could always put cornrows in your hair, that would be fun! The large breasted woman suggest although she figures a no would be quickly followed and hopefully a laugh or two.
Thread: Cunning Friend (Celeb and Sin)

She listened to her choices of what they could do, none seemed really fun although the last did. Why don't we get drunk as you do my hair for me? Maybe do some on the side of my head? That way I can cover it up if it is that bad she joked, smiling at the chubby girl who was almost double in size. Well? How does that sound? Once everything was agreed, Selena held some bottles of Vodka and Jack Daniels as well as some cups as she made her way in to the living room. She happy sat down in front of the sofa, allowing her friend to get behind her when sitting on the furniture.
Thread: Cunning Friend (Celeb and Sin)

Corn rows and getting drunk? How could I ever say no to something like that. Stacy comments as the larger girl climbs behind Selena and before she can lower down she has to adjust the hidden member in her tight hugging panties. After finally sliding down behind Selena she has to adjust her dress before she could finally begin to run her fingers through Selena's hair. I love your hair, it's so soft and silky. The chubby girl compliments while looking over towards the bottles. Pour us some drinks, woman. I want to get drunk. She adds while stating to put corn rows on the right side of her head. Of course it was going to look goofy but it was fun and something to get her friends mind off of her ex. So any up and coming tours or television shows? She asks with the plan to get Selena thinking and talking about something other than her ex. Or photo shoots? You should pose for playboy. Stacy teases while slowly putting in the rows since she wants to take her time and draw out this day as long as possible. Hold on a second. Stacy leans over and grabs the remote to the entertainment system before putting on some music for the two to enjoy.