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Thread: What Started Out Fun...

Winry's screen name was what had originally attracted him to her, the idea of a dominating woman fascinated him. Mike had always been the dominant partner in the relationship, and his wife, although kind and loving, was not adventerous. This woman seemed to know exactly what she wanted and how to take it, and he had spent nights wondering what it would be like to have her in bed. All he could picture was a fight for control, not just some continuous thrusting and the occasional moan, but real unchained passion. His screen name did not give away as much about himself, as Last Light sent her his usual greeting. He had picked the name as a joke to himself, always the last one on the computer in the office, but of course he never told anyone but Winry this. After a few normal questions he finally got the resolve to write her. 'Look Winry we can't do this anymore. I think about you all the time, I want you, I want you more than my wife. And that is not right.' He was admiting to her what he had tried to keep secret, that deep down he wanted to cheat, to have a real adventure. 'My wife is a good woman, I cannot hurt her, so I will have to end this with you. No more fantasizing about what could have been or what still could be, do you understand?' He leaned back with a sigh as he posted this last question, wondering what would happen next, and really not knowing what he wanted her to say.
Thread: What Started Out Fun...

He greeted her as the same person, like hed always done. He treated her no different. She thought that they would continue where they left off, her putting his head between her legs telling him to lick her pussy, commanding him to suck her nipples and call her Mistress. Having him throw her onto the bed her giggling the entire way down him pouncing on top of her like the lion that he was and having her plant kisses all over his body, lustfully, wantingly, needingly. Her turning the tides and then flipping him over on his back her breasts in his face and then her dripping cunt begging for sweet penetration Lastlight We cannot do this anymore She was stunned at the computer screen as he typed. The moment he typed what she did not want to hear thats when she intervened. Mistress Lust Stop Stop Just Stop, I want to hear no more. How dare you! No, I will NOT just leave you alone! You are mine, you belong to me and no one else. Youre wife! How dare you tell me about your wide when we were just talking about us! She was furious, she was mad about the whole endeavor and she wanted what she wanted.
Thread: What Started Out Fun...

Mike ran his hand through his hair, she was not taking this well at all. He knew it was an online relationship but he couldn't just turn off the computer and disable his account. He had been foolish, telling her about his work and admitting that they lived close enough to fuck each other if they really wanted. As he stared back at her refusal his anger was covered up by a smirk. She was so used to getting exactly what she wanted, and he could not help but get satisfaction in denying it for her. He did not type another apology, just adding that that was that and that they would not be talking for a while. Mike soon logged off after that, standing up and walking around in frustration as he stared at his computer screen. Even after that he knew she would have been fun in bed, and he could not help but picture if they had had that fight face to face. The screaming soon followed by rough grabs before he would throw her up against the wall and ravish her body. Knowing that before they were done she would ride him like the mistress she claimed to be. By the end they would be covered in marks proving their love and desire for each other...but that was another life. Mike now reached into his pocket to check his phone. So far Winry had not messages him, he was safe for now.
Thread: What Started Out Fun...

Or so he thought, she didnt log off, she didnt turn off the computer and she didnt just walk away. She sat there, see Winry was indeed spoiled and to some extent naive. In her mind he did not just tell her off, this was his game this was his game to her. Winry told him how aggressive she was and in turn he told her about all his fantasies that he had had with them ravaging each other, screams of lust, slaps and smacks here and there it all sounded so deliciously evil to her. He was never one to give in to demands so easily but that made her want him even more. The fact that he always said no before an encounter and then when she took it how he denied her, something was erotic about it. No didnt mean no in her mind, it meant try harder, go for it, and Take it! It is yours, its always been yours everything is yours all you have to do is reach out and grab it, want it, need it. She logged into her email, no messages from him, no pictures from him, not even the fun erotic little chain letter that they sent back and forth to each other. She opened up a new email and hit compose. Then she began her rant. Dear Lastlight, I will forgive you for your arrogance my Innocence. I know that this is your way of seeing how much control you actually have over me and I will let you know something, I am the one in control here, I am the one calling the shots and I say that its not over it is far from being over it is just beginning. You know you want me, you cant deny me, I see it when we type to each other, I know you lust after me just as much as I lust after you. You want me to beg ? You want me to get on my knees and tell you that I am all yours? You want to see who is the dominate one in this relationship? I have you know the only time I will worship you is on my knees with your dick in my mouth! The only time I will let you dominate me is when you are thrusting behind me, pulling my hair and slapping my ass. The only time you will control me is when you are on top of me and chocking me into an orgasm! I want you, I desire you, I need you, and you will be mine . Tell me you can deny this It was a picture of Seduction in her bathing suit, the one that she said she would wear when they went to that famous private beach they always talked about. A beach for just the two of them and they would have the water all to themselves. There they would be truly alone and would have no one to interrupt them, sitting together watching the sunset looking into each others eyes and making love into the night.
Thread: What Started Out Fun...

He did not open his email for a while, having turned to his work to distract him from any lingering thoughts of Winry. Yet that was pointless since he first turned to her because he was so bored at work. So in order to distract himself in a new way he figured he would check his email, maybe see something from his wife to confirm that he had made the right decision. Yet of course the first email that he saw was Winry's, they knew each other too well. At first he tried to ignore that as well, but the temptation was too great, she really did have a hold over him. When he first clicked open it was the picture that his eyes fell on first. No matter how angry she made him, or how determined he was to end this, that picture made him rock hard. Mike bit his lip, resisting the urge to stick his hand into his pants, especially as he remembered all the things they would do when he would have met her in that bathing suit. He tried not to picture it being torn off of her, of her cries of surprise turning into cries of pleasure and lust. The onyl way to discract himself from the picture was to read what she wrote, and he had to read it three times to process what she had just told him. Somehow she deluded herself into thinking this was just another one of his games. It was true that he loved to play with her, when she met him she had told him how she dominated her last few partners. And Mike was not the kind of guy to let that happen, breaking her down was his favorite game in the world. But if she really couldn't believe that this was over, then he would just have to win this game of hers. Quickly he hit reply and then furiously typed, Dear Winry, You do not get it, you have lost. I am done with you and you will just have to move on to another man. You want to break me but that is impossible, I was always in control, and I will always be in control. I know the begging will soon follow but it doesn't matter, from now on I will not lust over you. You can think about me at all times but I am stronger than that, you cannot seduce me anymore. After he sent the email he made sure to delete the one she sent him. In fact he cleared the inbox just to be safe. Yet he did make sure to save the picture before deleting the email, hiding it in a secret folder under a secure password, realizing that he might need it from now on since he did not have her to play with anymore.
Thread: What Started Out Fun...

Oh how arrogant he was. Oh how rude he was. He was playing the bad boy, the rebel and the one that wanted her to leave him alone. She opened her message and saw the email she smiled because there it was another email from him. He had to be apologizing he had to be saying that she was his Mistress and that he loved her and would do anything for her, these are the thoughts that ran through her mind. This was what she tricked herself into believing. She clicked the envelope twice and it opened up to reveal everything that she wanted not to hear. Yet as she read it she creepily smiled. Her hands went from the keyboard to her breasts, her nipples were so hard, her breathing was now labored and she moaned with intensity. This was getting her off? His deniel, his arrogance, the fact that he said no to her, this was making her wet, making her hot. She wanted him and she wanted him in the worst way. She licked her lips and then her sticky hands, now licked went back to the keyboard. She moaned and bit her lip as she typed. Lastlight my love, I adore how devious you are. I love how you try and convince yourself that you are rid of me. I love how you tell me that you will not do this and you will not do that like you are in control of your actions. You are so naughty, so nasty. I like it so much. I envision you pushing me up against the wall telling me that you cannot have me, that you cannot do this to yourself, but you know you want to you know your dick gets so hard when you imagine me, you stroke your dick to the mere mention of me or an image of me. You think you can rid yourself of me my Innocent? You think you can just walk away from this my love? No, no you cant. Imagine me naked straddled around your waist. Imagine us naked intertwined into each other, you whispering that you cant do this, that you dont want me but your dick says something completely different. He says that he cant wait to be inside me, he cant wait to plow inside my tight, wet pussy. You know I am a squirter baby, you know I will make the bed wet, you wet. You will have a line of cum drooling from your beard as I sit on your face and command you to eat your pussy. Yes, and I want you to watch me as I deepthroat that cock of yours. As I lick and suck on your balls. Say you dont want this say you can wean off of me. You know I am as addictive as Johnny Walker my Innocent. I will have you You will be mine. Closing the letter she hit the send button Her determination knew no bounds and her cockiness was like a vice eating away at his conscience.
Thread: What Started Out Fun...

The worst realization as he read the email was that she was right. That despite all of his best efforts to fight her off she was exactly what he wanted, and he wanted to do everything she described and more. Yet she did not have to know this, she did not have to know that half way through reading her email he undid his pants and jerked himself off under the desk. How he had written an email back like usual before quickly deleting it and telling himself to close the laptop for the night. On his way home he decided that he would ravish his wife tonight, to make sure that he got rid of all of his desires for anyone but her. Yet when he got home his wife was busy, and although he eventually convinced her to get into bed with him, the sex was not what he needed. It was quick and dull, and he wanted more. So getting up the next day he knew he would have to avoid his laptop. Mike made a promise to himself to not check it until after work when he would have no other choice. If she wanted him that badly then the long pause would drive her crazy, just hopefully not crazy enough to actually meet up with him.
Thread: What Started Out Fun...

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, hours morphed to days. She checked her email, she checked her chat box, she even checked her mailbox. Nothing. Nothing and still nothing. Was he actually serious? Was he this stubborn? Was he really determined to rid himself of her so easily? Slamming the mailbox and hissing to herself she decided that if he would not be in her virtual life then she would be a part of his real life. She started with what she knew about himShe knew that he had gotten his new job as assistant professor of Economics at the University. So she decided that she would start there. She put on her black dress and glasses. She had connections with the Dean over there and she knew that she could easily get a job as an Assistant. She knew much about Chemistry so she knew she could try her hand at being a Chemistry Assistant. Getting her things and her resume she headed out the door to her new job. This will be fun She said as she pulled up at his University. She headed for the double doors of the place where her love worked and headed to the Deans office.
Thread: What Started Out Fun...

Mike was halfway through his day before he realized that something was wrong. He was just getting used to the idea of not having to feel guilty around his wife when he saw her. Well to be honest all he saw was a curvey woman in a nice black dress walking in the opposite direction, but he had stared at that ass long enough to know exactly who it bellonged to. Even though he was already heading to one of his classes Mike quickly changed directions and followed her. She appeared to be leaving the Dean's office, which caused a wave of panic to crash over him. Maybe she had shown his boss the emails he had sent her, maybe she had come here to ruin his life in revenge for him leaving her. All of these thoughts filled him with more anger and frustaration than anything else, and he soon caught up with her right as she turned down a not so busy pathway through some trees. Mike reached out and gripped her upper arm with a firm grip, stopping her in her tracks as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, What do you think you are doing here, didn't I tell you we were through? His lips brushed up against her ear at those last words, finding that he wanted to be this close to her even with his anger. His eyes stared into hers now, showing the mixture of lust and hatred, that perfect mixture that would make a quick fuck up against the nearbye tree unforgetable.
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Coming out of the Deans office she had her transfer papers in her hand. She was now the new Chemistry Assistant for the college. The Dean was rather impressed with Winrys resume and offered her a position to be a teacher, however with Seductions heavy schedule and the fact that it would take up time that was meaningless and being as thought Winry was never fond of children that were rather rambunctious she just decided to take the position of assistant. Winry walked out of the office with a smile on her face. Classes were shifting and so were the students. She was about to make her way to the other end of campus when a hand that grasped hers stopped her in mid stride. His voice was deep and commanding. When he turned her around she finally got a chance to look into those eyes. Those eyes, she so desperately wanted to be focused on her. For a moment she was lost in his being, that moment in time was all she needed to know that she wanted him and there was no way that she would give up. Well now Innocent, what do we have here You are even more handsome in person. I am on my way to class. You see my Innocent you are looking at the new Chemistry Assistant. So it looks as if you and I will be working together She pulled him close to her and whispered in his ear. Try not to mix business with pleasure unless you want to. She let her lips brush against his cheek very slowly.
Thread: LaGann's Short.

If you're willing to consider roleplaying over PM, I'm interested
Thread: Spot filled

RE A request for Vevays Private School -Bump-
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RE A request for Vevays Private School I am interested in this RP. The plot idea sounds rather inventive and new. I'd be willing to play it if you're still interested.
Thread: Spot filled

RE A request for Vevays Private School Back-Alley Shadow said I am interested in this RP. The plot idea sounds rather inventive and new. I'd be willing to play it if you're still interested. Click to expand... Thank you. I am still interested however before it begins we'd need to hash out our characters and other points of the RP.
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RE A request for Vevays Private School Well, I'll send you a PM then.
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RE A request for Vevays Private School Back-Alley Shadow said Well, I'll send you a PM then. Click to expand... Thank you hon
Thread: Been Craving Recently

Are you willing to rp through email? If so then I can do the stepbrotherstepsister parring. If you are interested then email me at animeroleplayguyyahoo.com I check my emails more often than this site, so if you pm me or reply back I might not be able to check it for a while.
Thread: Looking for a specific  FxF

Hump day? Nope. Bump day!
Thread: Looking for a specific  FxF

Bumpy!
Thread: Looking for a specific  FxF

Would Virginia do? She's a character who's Rabbit Hole is linked in my signature. For this RP, the magic element could simply be nixed if you'd like.
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Sounds like a sweet RP I'm in!
Thread: Post Apocalyptic Fun.

The wasteland was a barren place. A horrid place. A place where nightmares roamed. It was not a place for the faint of heart. Somewhere in the distance, a red scarf was fluttering, and spurred boots were clinking against the ever shifting sands. It seemed like yesterday. Hell on Earth. Not by nuclear bombing, but by some fanatical Satanist, trying to bring out the devil himself. Well, lot of good that did. Behind the man with the scarf and spurs, a Russian by the looks of his uniform, nine-tails swayed in the wind. Ears were hidden under the red barret. Three pistols in three different holsters, surrounded by rounds of ammo jingling together. A.... Russian cowboy? Well, hell did break loose, and hell did contain quite a bit of madness. The man chuckled to himself, running the narration through his head. Russian cowboy. He liked that. It had a nice ring to it. People called Devlin demented ever since his ninth tail grew in. Because one tail made SUCH a difference. He tilted his head, his green eyes suddenly filled with thought. Come to think of it, he might be a tad touched in the head. Pushing the thoughts aside, he pulled out one of his beloved revolvers and began twirling it around his hand deftly, nimbly. Ah.... such a nice day for a stroll. Honestly, I kinda miss all the human hubbub. Damn fanatic relgious people. All he had to do was say the incantation wrong, and that wimpy little bastard would've been bitten hard. But NOOOOO! He had to go do his research! He sighed, shaking his head, using his pistol to break one of the first floor windows to a run down appartment. Well, maybe there's some kind of entertainment in one of these buildings. Nobody said being a kitsune would be this bo- Oh hell no! You aren't going to think the word boring! He pointed at himself, then nipped at his finger. Don't you point at me you little bitch! He sighed, shaking his head. When you hold a conversation with yourself, you know you're bored.
Thread: Post Apocalyptic Fun.

Samantha slowly made her way into the building. It was scary how quiet everything was. Not a single sound was made except the occasional shifting of rubble outside. Upon approaching the building, Sam looked around once more before slipping in the door almost silently. She slung the M16 on her back. It was too big of a weapon for such tight indoor conditions. She then pulled out one of her pistols. Pointing it out in front of her, she clicked the safety off before continuing onward. She went to the first door, finding it unlocked. She crept through the apartment, quickly finding the kitchen before tripping over something. She caught herself before she fell completely and kept moving, opening the cabinets and such she found that there were only a couple cans, but they seemed to be good. She smiled at her small success. She only hoped the other apartments were like this. She looked around the apartment a bit more, finding a backpack and she put the cans inside, slinging the thing over the shoulder opposite her rifle. And that's when she heard it. A window shattering and then someone talking to themselves. The sad part was he even admitted it himself. She ducked down behind a sofa, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. It sounded like it was coming from the apartment next to the one she was in. So instead of trying to escape, where he would surely hear her, Sam decided she would stay in this apartment and lay low until he left. She slowly got up, and started backing into the back bedroom with her pistol pointed at the door. But of course backing up wasn't such a good, especially with the pistol in her hand and the safety off. As soon as she tripped, she fell flat on her butt with a dull thud and her finger twitched, pulling the trigger, causing the gun to go off with a very loud bang. Now not only had she probably gotten his attention, but her ears were ringing and she couldn't hear properly. So she just stayed put and kept her gun pointed at he door.
Thread: Post Apocalyptic Fun.

The ringing in his ears subsided, and Devlin slowly rose from behind the counter. A gunshot had torn through the sound barrier in the appartment over. God fucking damnit, if that's you Drake, I'm going to kick you so hard you'll wish that ogre you met had fucked you in your ass! He kicked the door open, drawing his second revolver. Honestly, how many fucking times do I have to say that just because I'm bored, he smashed through the other door, unknowing it had already been opened. Does not give you the power to randomly shoot...... why hello. He tilted his head back, sniffing the air. Human. Interesting. In his mind, human plus gunfire equals lack of boredom. Drake, I know you're around here you little midget! He holstered one of his pistols, deciding to search the kitchen first. Maybe behind the counter? No? He grinned, pulling back the hammer. Come out you little leprachaun devil. I just wanna kill you. He chuckled, making his way to the living room. Hm...... maybe behind the TV set? He shoved his boot through the screen, jolting as power coursed through him. Oh.... you are sooo dead you little imp! He put three rounds into the TV, looking around before shrugging and making his way out. As he left, he started singing 'When the Saint's go marching in.'