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Thread: Spider of S.I.N. (how_is_you//Major Mario)

I think I've told you about that spicy Chinese officer and her little kitty toy, right? Juri made her way up the stairs with Jason- it seemed that her actions, thoughts and demeanor would pick up a lot more once things heated up, or at the very least, there would be more elboration. Mmm... Now, there's two girls you should compete with. One's got a massive, squishy rack and the other has ass for days. You've got your work cut out for you, J-Boy. Really, it might have been better for Jason to go second up the stairwell. Being the gentleman in public was all well and good, but to see Juri walking in front of him- those thighs and hips going to work framing her ample posteriour... Well, let's just say that he had better times. But soon the good times would come rolling in once Jason lead Juri to his room.
Thread: Spider of S.I.N. (how_is_you//Major Mario)

Jason grinned as she explained to him the special someone. He did know that she had said something about the two of them sometime earlier, but he couldn't recall the details aside from the two that she had given him, the rack on the former and the ass on the latter. When she said that was some competition, he grinned a bit, licking his lips as he slotted that small bit of jealousy away in in his mind to focus later. However, he did decide to let her know he was thinking of that little bit. Challenge accepted, Miss Han. He looked behind him and winked, chuckling a small bit. They soon reached his apartment, and he casually unlocked the door, pushing it open and entering. He waited for her to pass, gently pinching her ass before he closed the door behind him. She had been into his apartment before, and knew where his room was, but he figured it would be safest for him to keep close and not let her disappear. Little miss assassin was good at that. So, he walked in front of her again, moving to his bedroom and entering. His bed was made neatly and his TV was still on, displaying the paused screen of the game he was playing before going to the mall. He turned the monitor off, at least, and spun around to face Juri. Now...whatever shall the two of us do together... He grinned and grew close, his body already responding to the idea of fucking her like she had been only once before, to his knowledge.
Thread: Spider of S.I.N. (how_is_you//Major Mario)

Oh Jason, practicing like always. Juri enjoyed it when he took charge of things, especially in their relationship. For so long she was used to being the dominant one, the one who had to move the ball forward and all the jazz. Sure, most of her partners were erm... unwilling at first, but that wasn't a good enough excuse to not take life by the balls and reach up to grab her tits! C'mon people! To Jason's credit, Juri let loose a shrill cry of delight when she felt him pinch her ass- even blushed in response. Oh, how she wanted him to do so many more lewd things to her... To give her the attention she desired! Y-you wolf! Hehehe! Once inside of his room, Juri went right to the bed and sat down upon it- curling her legs up just enough to make her look enticing as usual. She licked her lips and stared up at her boyfriend with such a lustful gaze that it was a wonder how she managed to control herself around him. Oooh... I don't know what two grown adults could ever do all alone... Maybe we should talk about boys, hmm? Another sultry expression and Juri continued with, Why don't you come over here and treat me right, big boy?
Thread: Spider of S.I.N. (how_is_you//Major Mario)

Jason grinned when she walked right past his approaching form and sat on his bed, making her body enticing as always when she sat down. The look up to him that Juri gave wouod likely give any man chills, but he himself had seen it so many times on so many different occasions that it brought some odd form of courage. He knew that she liked a man to take charge, that she adored the balls Jason had on him to do half the things he did and not be afraid of the consequences of them when they came to Juri. Sure, it got him in some hot water at times, as it had back on the drive home, but he did them, and sometimes, that turned Juri on more than a man treating her like porcelain. He walked forward, his form looming over her as he pressed his chest into hers, her large rack squishing into him as he touched foreheads with her. He was ready. She was ready. Time for one more comment be free the fun started. The black widow tamed by a lone wolf. How romantic, don't ya think? Without giving her a chance to respond, he tilted his head back a bit and met her lips with his own, kissing her roughly like he always did, mashing their skin together in a symphonic lust. His hands instantly roamed her body, grasping at what he could and then some, somehow taking hold of her ass despite the fact she was sitting on his hands. Removing his palms from that position, he placed them on her shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed, still making out with her.
Thread: Spider of S.I.N. (how_is_you//Major Mario)

Juri was a good kisser, though that was an understatement. It was so strange to think that she was capable of that, yet there she was, mashing her plump lips against Jason's own with all the sweet, succulent flavor imaginable. Thanks to her tongue, they were already so moist. Lust was a good moisturizer, it seemed. And being thrust into this submissive position with a man who liked to take action was just the right thing to make her all hot and bothered- the mere fact that he had the courage to was just the thing she needed. Juri tilted her head just a bit as well, just enough to get at the right angle as she kissed back and wrapped her arms around this man she considered her boyfriend. Mmhph! A little mewl of pleasure and delight rumbled in the back of her throat when she felt those nimble hands worm under her thighs and cup her ass. Though she was more used to 'breast worship' and having men and women give them the attention they deserved, Juri loved it when Jason touched her butt like this. It wasn't soft or sensual- just rough and domineering, as she liked it to be. Oh, if only he would knead and do some prime finger work around that area! For a brief moment Juri would back out of the kiss, but only to get some air before heading back in. Her breasts felt nice at the moment, yet that wouldn't dare compare to how they would be once Jason's attention was fixated on them- all glorious and out in the open for his touch!
Thread: Spider of S.I.N. (how_is_you//Major Mario)

While Jason's movements and touches were rough and domineering in nature, there was a small bit of worship worming it's way in. Sure, he was hard, intentionally pressing hard into the softer parts of her body, at the moment her ass, but soon other areas, but there was certainly a deliberate nature to it all, to let Juri know for sure that he cared for her pleasure just as much as he wanted it reciprocated. While he definitely wasn't as hog wild with his attention as someone who intentionally fixated on her breasts or her legs or something, as he was a more 'whole package' sorta guy that took all assets into account as opposed to individual pieces, Jason did make an effort. And that sort of attention to detail was what he felt led to her thinking of him as a boyfriend, and, if he were a bit more honest with himself, he would think of Juri in a similar sort of way. However, right now, his primal lust was coming through in his kisses and gropes. He gripped, not fondled, and while that may be a turn off for some, the fact that her body was aching for this sort of attention made it all tue more enticing for him to explore her body more. That enticement led to his hands forcing themselves between the pair and squishing her breasts, his fingers sinking into her massive rack as he did so, making him pull away from the kiss so he could savor her expression. His hands went behind her back and undid the clasps on this...well, piece of cloth covering her breasts, and set them free, allowing him to assert his will unto them as well. His lips descended, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. The gamer boy sucked on it, nibbled on it, did everything he could think of to make her brain shoot pleasure through her body. Meanwhile, one hand was on her other breast, groping it and playing with the spare nipple as he focused on the one he was. His remaining hand didn't know what to do with itself, so it ended up resting beside her, supporting his weight so his chest wasn't pressing to hard on her abdomen.
Thread: Let's Play

was interested in incest and or the playing dirty idea. would like to know more about what everything she desires entails. kind of a double standard though can't pm and can't respond here. must want email i suppose.
Thread: Let's Play

Hey there, any interest in a Father X Daughter role play where the two grow a little too close after the mother's passing?
Thread: Let's Play

My apologies. I had not realized I had unchecked the box to receive PMs. That has been rectified.
Thread: Let's Play

Playing Dirty is no longer available.
Thread: Let's Play

Besties is off the table as well. Feel free to contact me with other plots along similar lines if the one you want is taken.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation (Rave & darkangel76)

Slick, warm, slippery. Ellis just barely touched the shadow, but the warm wet was unmistakable as she brought her thumb and forefinger together. She let the liquid slide over her finger tips, painting them dark as she attempted to study them. She took another step forward, the pull so utterly strong. But something was off. Something was wrong. A shiver ran along her arm causing her entire body to tremble. Just then, the shadow grew, a hulking mass looming over her like an angel of death. In that moment, her heart turned to ice, air refused to fill her lungs. She faltered and then a hand was wrapped around her throat. Ellis gasped, desperate for air, as her hands feebly tried to pry the ones off her neck. Large fingers squeezed, her feet lifting off the ground as she began to violently thrash. She tried to scream, to shout. But her air was cut off, the words couldn't come. As Ellis' vision clouded with shadow, strange thoughts moved through her head. Twisted thoughts, dark and sinister and drenched in blood. She saw herself with someone, his face hidden as if her thoughts purposely tried to hide his identity. Did she know him? She must! There was a familiarity as she saw herself walking with him, sitting with him, his large hands gripping her protectively. The swirling images faded and she suddenly felt his lips trailing over her skin, her naked body arched against his. He buried his face between her breasts, feasting, relishing the soft mounds as an ache began to grow between her legs. Growling, he spread her legs wide, his weight heavy upon her tiny body. I...I... Ellis rasped, her blue eyes wide, wild with terror as her body responded to sensations unknown. If only she could answer. If only she could find the one in the visions! Terror laced her lurid thoughts, snapping her back just enough, only to tease once more as her clit swelled and cunt gushed, soaking her panties. I...I... But it was no use. She couldn't speak. She couldn't breathe! Sputtering, choking, she knew there'd be bruises, blooms of blues and purples, while she fought for precious air. Her body thrashed, the darkness growing. It was becoming too difficult to fight. As she slowly succumbed to the velvet of night, she felt her body grow warm, radiant heat swallowing her whole.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation (Rave & darkangel76)

This little creatue, was the one that caused the hair on his back to stand. She was...small. Fragile. A simple hold and she was dying in his hand. Why would they send this? This wasn't a threat to him! This was a joke! It had to be-- she was confusing. She was...he didn't know. He didn't know anything but the basics, as his body pivoted and he slammed her back against the wall behind her, hand holding her up where it was. She was fragile. He knew this. She looked Human. He knew this. She was dying. He knew this. He was so drawn and attracted to the woman he was killing that his fingers were giving way, despite his desire to snap them. He knew this, too. Suddenly, it all hit him at once. A scent-- one of arousal. One of...need, from between her thighs. She was getting wet, and his mind shut off. His body reacted on its own, a hand running forward to slip two fingers between her legs, and run them up against the drenched jean shorts, right against the wet cunt, if seperated by a little fabric. The moment he touched it, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Images...visions, they were being shared. He experienced suddenly, what she was experiencing. Every thought. Every scene, in which she was in his arms. In which she was laid down before him, legs spread and high, with his cock buried deep within her womb. He saw it all, while killing her-- and had he had the visions a minute later, she would have been dead in his arms. When his eyes rolled back, the pressure on her neck suddenly eased. She was no longer being choked by his fingers, only held. Slowly, he leaned forward. Slowly, the single ray of light from the window at her side would shine on his face. Little by little, his image would reveal for her. He, was the man in her visions. He was the one she saw. He was the draw. And not a moment later, did she find his lips suddenly smashed against her own in an aggressive kiss, without precedent nor warning. His mind was not at work here. This draw had taken over his body completely. His entire being was telling him what to do. Telling him to hold her tighter. Telling him to push his hips against her own and grind the quickly rising shaft between his legs against those drenched shorts. The sudden lust and draw were so strong, he could barely think-- and when he did, they were thoughts of those visions. Thoughts of her. His free hand quickly reached down and tore at the drenched fabric keeping him from her, be it his own, or hers, until tatters were left to hang around her thighs, and his manhood sprung up to replace that fabric as shelter against her slit's wet lips.
Thread: Battlestar Valhalla : Zero Hour

It has been forty years since the end of the Cylon War. Peace has spread throughout the Twelve Colonies over the intervening period, with the Cylon threat fading to a distant memory spoken of by aging veterans. The Colonial military has continued to develop, but few think that there will ever be a need for the new battlestars and Vipers. But, if the Cylons ever were to return, they would face technology the likes of which they never anticipated. With hardened computer systems that were unhackable, how could the Colonial Fleet ever loose? It was that very hubris that served to be the doom of not only them, but seemingly humanity itself... - - - - - - - - - - - - - Battlestar Vallhala, located between Helios Delta and Helios Gamma, en route to Scorpion Fleet Shipyards - - - - - - - - - - - - - The void drifted by, uncaring of the passage of the old warhorse that plodded along slowly through it. The Battlestar Valhalla was on it's final voyage, one that should be marked with triumphant fanfare. But instead the old battleship was facing a shameful end, being broken up for scrap at the very shipyards where it was created. At one time the ship had been spotless, a shining example of the strength of the Twelve Colonies. Decades had passed since then and with each passing year the Valhalla had been neglected more and more. Updates were put off, just enough maintenance was done to keep it flying, the most skilled members of it's crew reassigned while the dregs of the fleet had been shipped off to rot just like the ship they were assigned to had been left too. The once glorious ship, one that had fended off Cylon raiders and Basestars, was going to have a torpid send off, her skeleton crew barely enough to get her to her destination. Valhalla's crew meandered about on their ship, seeing to their assignments as they should, preparing their ship for it's ignoble end. Already the ship had been emptied of most of the fuel, ammunition and food that would be needed for her normal operations. The Vipers that had once flown from it's decks were mostly gone, save for those that were not deemed fit enough to fly. There were only enough Raptors aboard to help ferry the last of the crew away in a few trips. In short most of those aboard who had served on the Valhalla for some time saw the ship as dead already, a zombie that was lumbering along, leading a false life with no purpose. Little did all of those aboard the vessel know that a purpose was being born for them, just as millions of the people they had sworn to protect died. Aboard the Valhalla none knew yet that the attacks had just begun. On the Colonies a massive assault had commenced. The Colonial Fleet was faced with an assault the likes of which they had never expected. All of this was occurring with those aboard the old vessel not yet knowing, unaware that their destiny was about to change. For those aboard the Valhalla would represent humanity's last hope...
Thread: Battlestar Valhalla : Zero Hour

XO Quarters Aurai slipped off her shoes and curled up onto her rack bed and read her orders for about the third time today. Assigned to the staff of Rear Admiral Anthon Barrows... A staff position at her age and rank might as well have been a death sentence, death would have been more merciful as far as she was concerned. While she had no great fondness for the Valhalla, she suddenly felt somewhat of a kinship with the old relic, they were both being disposed of as ignominiously as possible. She poured a small neat shot from her bottle of Hawryliw, setting the bottle down carefully before picking up the glass. She drank it quickly and with a well practiced efficiency and poured another before easing back to ponder her fate once again. She wondered what young Lt. Barrows would think of her history with her old man, she had never spoke of it with the young officer and thought it best to leave it unsaid. She knew this assignment was no coincidence, a final disgrace probably intended to force her retirement. She wondered if she should give them the satisfaction as she downed the second glass and felt the potent liquor warm her body. It had been difficult enough serving aboard the Valhalla whose current Commander was perhaps most responsible for the downward trajectory her once promising career had taken. Of course she had opened herself up to it back when she was young and brash with a nice tight ass. It was more likely the later than the former that had attracted the attention of Titus Faulkner on her first posting. He seemed larger than life and she had fallen hard for him. The sex was terrific but unfortunately it had come with a steep price. It wasn't long before half the officers in the fleet had seen pictures of her in some very un-officer like poses. It was hard to get sentimental about her time on this ship, she just hadn't thought it could get any worse, but now she knew. Hanger Deck Listen Chief, I know these crates belong in a museum but we still got to fly them. Seren brushed back a few stray strands of her short red hair, a tell the Chief would easily recognize as a sign of the Lieutenant's bubbling anger. She was trying to maintain a calm and professional attitude but it felt like she was in the same conversation every day. She knew it wasn't really the Chief's fault but unfortunately he was the only one who could fix these flying death traps so it was her job to keep on him. If it makes you feel better, I'll give you a hand. She unzipped her flight suit and shrugged her shoulders out until she could tie the arms around her waist. She wore only her black sports bra above her waist now, her pert but small breasts showing a bit of femininity which contrasted with her well toned and muscled arms. Seren wasn't necessarily a whole lot of help to the Chief and her crew but her presence there would at least keep them focused on the task at hand. Besides, it would keep her mind off of the shipwreck she felt her marriage was becoming.
Thread: Battlestar Valhalla : Zero Hour

Medical Bay Major Dr. Doniel Oliver Conroa, usually just Doc Conroa or Doc to the crew, Don Doniel to his friends, no one called him that though so he wasn't sure if he really had any true friends. He guessed the closest thing was the Ships commander, whom he was on good enough terms to talk frankly with, not much more though. To anyone whom he didn't know or work with though he was Major Conroa. Doc liked being a doctor, he really did, it was the patients he didn't like so much. He used to like patients. up until the events that had him banished to the Valhalla. That same incident had gotten him a metal for valor, but the one man he didn't save had very powerful parents who were glad to pin a medal on his chest and then quietly reassign him to the Valhalle to slowly rot away like every other person on the ship. Because of that he didn't like patients. He had stopped liking people long before that but that was what sealed the deal, and was the reason that the only people that knew much anything about him were the ones who bothered to dig into his record, which wasn't to many. It seemed like his exile would finally be over though. He was being assigned to the Colonial Medical College as an instructor. That was something he was actually looking forward to. All he had to do was see Valhalle to the end of her finally crews, and do the best to make sure the lovely lady got the send off she deserved. For him this ship was the only patient he liked, because it never complained or whined, or talked. She was a good old ship that kind of reminded him of the one he grew up on. He would almost miss it, almost. He moved over to the nearest medical locker and stuck his key into the lock. He sighed when he opened it and started to note down what they were short on, which was everything accept for birth-control and multivitamins.