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Thread: NeonColorPocky x Hawkril) What did you want?

Damien was slowly letting sleep take him to the far-off reaches of the nether, no one ever bothered his dreams, except for those goddesses whom would try to whisk him away for their own torturous games. Like he had done to them, so many times, he would take a random female goddess, and promise her sweet love. Then use that love against her by making it turn into lust, and with the lust came many transformations as well as things to come that usually made them shun him after. No one truly appreciated his sense of creation, and even the one who he had recently turned into a naga did not approve of her body. Damien had been forced relucantly to change them back, but had to do it before being smitten by the King of Gods, however, he would change that. After having been successfully smitten by his own loved ones, supposedly, but in a sick, twisted way they were. Even if the 6'2 slim, rather muscular figure attracted a lot of attention, there was also the fact that he had quite the flawless tan skin. Almost to the point where such a mind as his was corrupted, but he had a plan, yes, a very flawless one. Surely anyone would recognize it from a mile away, but the workings within his own mind left almost anyone dumbfounded when they thought they knew what he was thinking. High cheekbones easily accentuated the features of his face, and full lips pursed in gentle concentration before finally opening those blue eyes of his. Slowly waking up and then stretching out within his bed, he tossed the covers off, the impressive, flaccid length flailing a little while he pulled himself together, and yawned out loud, stretching out inside his room. Not bothering to get dressed for the day, he was now sauntering slowly over to a wooden table and sat down on a rather comfy leather chair, black in color. Slipping on some boxers as he took a seat, the lean, muscular legs now twitching a bit as he tapped his foot almost irritably. Being almost fourteen inches long when hard, was enough to make any other man shrivel in fear or terror at his size, except he could control it to make it whatever size he wanted. Altering other people's forms was also another specialty he had, but was forbidden with the god's realm, which is why he was now starting to watch the humans on Earth. They had a particular culture that was rather rumbuxious now-a-days, and normally any pair could be seen fucking each other almost daily. It didn't disturb him, however as he was sitting at the table, there was a crystal ball in the middle. Now, normally none would think anything of this so-called ball, but within it, mist swirled around, then slowly a human female's figure appeared. Oh yes, one of the most beautiful women he had seen in a while, yet she lived in a small neighborhood, that looked quite dangerous. Noticing she was out in her yard with barely any clothes on made Damien's length slowly started hardening a little, due to the swell of her beautiful body. Yes, she would be his...soon enough..
Thread: I simply must ask...

How many of you have tasted the sins of the flesh, made the beast of two backs. or whatever you kids are calling it these days? And if you have, feel free to share with the class anything you like about the incident or just the act in general.
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-Raises hand- Guilty.
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What...? I've never eaten human flesh. D But I have had sex before, if that counts for anything.
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no not the consumption, you children know little of the subtlety's of the English language. Personally due to my age i probably have more experience then anyone here. however in THIS body i only recently lost my V card
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Tainted Deity said no not the consumption, you children know little of the subtlety's of the English language. Personally due to my age i probably have more experience then anyone here. however in THIS body i only recently lost my V card Click to expand... How did that go?
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Well, you never know with the people who hang out on this site...
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I lost my virginity at a Halloween party, to a 16-year old girl, when I was 20. She was dressed as a devil, I was dressed as a viking. I got to put it in her butt. It was awesome.
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Did you scream BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL while you came?
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I went SHAAZAM!
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ZOMBiiE said Did you scream BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL while you came? Click to expand... He-Man isn't a Viking. I screamed FOR ODIN! P.S. I didn't really scream FOR ODIN!
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I hear that screaming Norse Gods during orgasm grants you their favor.
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I'm gonna state right now that I hated this thread on Darker and I reserve the right to mercilessly taunt selfrighteous virgins.
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I welll lets see..I lost my virginity to well..a mexican..when I was drunk in his car..and I was only like 16..
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I'm still a virgin. Had a chance to bang a girl, but she was more into me than I was into her. Didn't really care for her too much, so I passed at the chance. Other than that I'd say I'm not really a virgin by choice. I'm too much of a coward to talk to girls, and when they make the first move, I always freak out and say we should just be friends. Inferiority complex and whatnot. Gah, I'm pathetic. C
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Trygon said I'm gonna state right now that I hated this thread on Darker and I reserve the right to mercilessly taunt selfrighteous virgins. Click to expand... Guys who are proud of being virgins and say so just confuse me. I'm proud to be a virgin! that's like saying your proud to have never set off an atomic bomb but in reality you've never even been CLOSE to an atomic bomb let alone touch it's smooth, sleek chassis.
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Life on Mars said Trygon said I'm gonna state right now that I hated this thread on Darker and I reserve the right to mercilessly taunt selfrighteous virgins. Click to expand... Guys who are proud of being virgins and say so just confuse me. I'm proud to be a virgin! that's like saying your proud to have never set off an atomic bomb but in reality you've never even been CLOSE to an atomic bomb let alone touch it's smooth, sleek chassis. Click to expand... Mmmmmmm, atomic bomb
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I'm a virgin. whimper
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I lost my virginity when I turned seventeen. Twas my birthday present to myself. Since then, the longest time I have gone without sex is a month. If that. Was usually everyday, if not two...three times a day. That stopped two weeks ago. I'm going to try a bit of abstinence for a while. Should be interesting.
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Life on Mars said Guys who are proud of being virgins and say so just confuse me. I'm proud to be a virgin! that's like saying your proud to have never set off an atomic bomb but in reality you've never even been CLOSE to an atomic bomb let alone touch it's smooth, sleek chassis. Click to expand... This is at once a terrible analogy and the best analogy ever.
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lost mine last year to a DJ XD i guess that was expectedbut hey, i might be able to snag him fuuuut X3
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I lost mine when I was 14 or so. ...really crappy experience entirely, mostly because the girl I was with suddenly decided that after we were done, she didn't want to lose her virginity and started sobbing uncontrollably.
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BR45 said I lost mine when I was 14 or so. ...really crappy experience entirely, mostly because the girl I was with suddenly decided that after we were done, she didn't want to lose her virginity and started sobbing uncontrollably. Click to expand... That's when you use the tears as lubricant.
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I lost mine when I was close to turning 18, so I was still 17 at the time XD It was to my GF, my brothers say I'm a wuss for waiting I wanted to make sure it was with the right girl, me and her are still together too! mrgreen mrgreen My brothers all dumpedwere dumped by the girl they lost theirs with. They now say that girl was a bitch, I say HAHA!
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My first time was when I was 17 and a half. It was in the summer and with my BF at the time. I guess the only interesting thing about it, was it last 3 hours and was outside. The guy I'm with now lost his virginity to me, we're still together too. It feels weird being the one to take that XD. I'm use to it being the other way around. lmao.
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This implies that you have a regenerating hymen, Anjeru.
Thread: The Call of Duty (Autumn x Alkaline)

Brian coughed softly as he hunkered down in the little outpost, his eyes gazing over the wreckage of what was left of Berlin. It may have just been over a year and a half since he'd been drafted, but he sure had picked a good time to join up. He's been there for just about everything. The storming of Normandy, the liberation of Paris, and now the fall of Berlin. Still, he was happy that the Soviets had taken care of the majority of the work. It had been one hell of a battle, but to finally have it conquered, to have defeated the Nazi regime... It was relieving. With a sigh, Brian slowly sat back again and dug through his stuff until he found a cigarette, lighting it up before beginning to pace back and forth again at his post. He was a tall boy, just over 6 feet tall, with dark brown hair, and light, honey brown eyes. His whole appearance was rather rugged though, mostly due to the extreme conditions they'd been put through. His hair hadn't been cut in months now, and fell just to his eyes, and he had a scruffy, short beard just visible on his cheeks. Brian wore the typical army fatigues, and a helmet that sat rather loosely on his head. On it was scribbled a few obscenities, mostly by the other men in the troop, and what appeared to be a few dark patches of dried blood. He carried an M16 strapped over his shoulder as well, and a German Lugar tucked under his belt which he'd picked up when the fighting had finally subsided on D-Day. He'd been convinced it was good luck, and made sure to keep it close by at all times as well. Despite the calm in the storm, Brian was growing rather anxious. Just standing around and waiting for what seemed to be a rather impossible counter strike bored the hell out of him. Either send him to the Pacific, or let him go home, he thought. With a sigh though, he readjusted the rifle and turned back, suddenly seeing a young girl coming down the road. Fuck... fuck... he muttered under his breath as he tossed the cigarette back to the ground and stomped it out. Rubbing his face off with his sleeve, he tried to get the grime off, and finally turned back towards her as she neared, standing straight and put on his best smile. Everyone else seemed to be conquering the foreign ladies as they made their way across Europe. Why couldn't he at least have one little tussle in the sack, he thought? He'd held out for so long because he assumed that Jenny would be waiting back home for him. Of course, her last letter said something decidedly different. He couldn't let that get to him though, and just put on his best American smile as he leaned against the outpost. Hello Ma'am. What can I help you with? he said with confidence, his hand reaching up to straighten his helmet a bit frantically as he looked into her eyes.
Thread: The Call of Duty (Autumn x Alkaline)

Elise Schlink had been born to middle-class parents who ran a successful bakery in Berlin. She was the eldest of two daughters, having just turned the tender age of twenty. Her family lived comfortably in an apartment above their bakery. That was, until the war caught up with them. In the blink of an eye, their world had been turned upside down. Germany was ripped apart by a madman, hardly anyone safe from his fury and destruction. Many of her friends had been murdered simply because their hair was dark, their last names were foreign, or their religion didn't fit into his views. The fall of Berlin held extreme significance as it was also the end of the life she had known. Her family's business was destroyed, leaving them in poverty. Her parents could no longer afford to support two daughters, thus Elise was reluctantly forced out of her home. As nothing short of a miracle would have it, an elderly couple and their son ran a general store that agreed to supply to the American troops. They took Elise in, giving her shelter in a one-roomed flat situated above the store. She worked as a delivery girl, and though the pay was not much, she had a roof and a small source of income that was sent to her parents and sister. Just before closing, the old woman received a request for bread and potatoes. Normally, she would ask her son to make the bigger deliveries, but he was already at another location. Elise, you take ze goods to ze Americans, ja. She stated in broken English, a language that everyone she knew was trying to learn. Emerging from behind the counter was a young woman in a yellow dress that fell to the calves of her shapely legs. Flaxen hair fell to her shoulders, strands glittering from the fading rays of sun shining in through the window. Dark brown eyes peered through long, chocolate lashes set upon a striking face with an elegant bone structure. She was around 5' 7 in height and thin in frame, though she was quite healthy. She picked up the sack of potatoes and the bag of bread, kissing the woman on the cheek. Only offering a smile as a response, she walked out the front door and mounted an old bike she borrowed from the owners' son. Legs pedaled down the road, passing out of the city and to the base camp of the troops. It was hard to balance the bike with the potatoes heavily tipping it in the basket and the bread hanging off the handlebars so she was extremely grateful when she approached the gate. Every German girl feared everyone else, whether they were native or foreign. She was cautious when she reached him, terrified of his gun. Hallo. She spoke quietly, her foot propping into the dirt to stop the bicycle. Getting off of it, she pushed out the kickstand. The bag of bread was slung onto her shoulder as her arms lifted of the heavy sack of vegetables. I have your. . . bread and ze. . . She couldn't remember the word for potatoes so she held them out to him. Delivery. She spoke, her accent thick.
Thread: The Call of Duty (Autumn x Alkaline)

Brian couldn't help but smile as the girl skidded to a stop. He could tell she was nervous though, just like they all were at first. Of course, he couldn't really blame her. They'd come in and torn their city to shreds, killing more than a few innocent civilians along the way. Still, at least they wouldn't fear death as much, or so he figured. While they may not have been the most polite group, they wouldn't kill due to religion or race. The boy simply smiled though as he watched the girl climb off the bike, before suddenly shaking his head and looking back over to the supplies. Oh, umm... please let me help you with those! he said, quickly grabbing his rifle and setting it to the side, although the rather careless movement would have certainly startled more than a few people. Before she could even protest though, he was jumping over the barricade and taking the potatoes from her arms. You managed to get these here by yourself? he said, obviously trying to make conversation just a little bit as he carried them in his arms. As he looked over the beautiful girl, he couldn't help but smile a bit more as he pulled the bag in tight to his chest. She hid the pain well, and had it been any other city, he would have assumed she was the happiest girl in the world. Of course, he knew better than that, and finally looked forward as he turned to face the camp. Come on, let me show you where to bring these, he said, this time a bit quieter as he brushed his arm against hers, tilting his head a bit and motioning down the road a bit.
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When the gun was set down, Elise jumped, her heart skipping in her chest. His eagerness created anxiety, mostly because she didn't understand everything he was saying to her. She tried to focus her dark eyes on his face, to discern his intentions and his character. When he took the potatoes from her, she gave him a shy smile. Head tilted downward, fingers lifting to tuck her straight hair behind her ear. I bring you um big-, she paused, her arms extending to show a wide gape, big. . . ger supplies, but truck is with son. She appreciated his attempts for conversation, but the crease in her brow indicated she didn't understand how quickly he was speaking. With the bag of bread on her shoulder, she smoothed her hands through her wind-blown hair and down her canary-yellow dress. It's okay if I leave bicycle here, da? She motioned to the bike, hoping he could decipher what she meant. Her mind processed her own thoughts, wanting desperately to speak to him in her native tongue. I make deliveries by myself because only son work for ze. . . owners. Is only me and no drive automobile. She stood next to him, eyes lingering on her bike. She didn't trust the Americans, no matter what good they were trying to do. They were from a big and powerful nation, and every man in that camp could harm her if he wanted and no one would care. She was hesitant to enter, her head shaking. She looked back at him, slight fear in her eyes.
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The soldier smiled softly, as he saw the girl jump a bit, glancing back towards the gun and holding out his hands just a bit as he shook his head quickly. I'm sorry... I didn't... he said softly with a sigh before realizing the girl was probably lost. He had a tendency to speak quickly no matter what, yet for someone who could barely understand the basics, it must have seemed like a blur. Still, he smiled when he saw her nervously look towards the ground, and reached up to take his helmet off, his fingers brushing through his long hair a bit in a attempt to make it look a little more respectable. When her soft voice broke free again, he couldn't help but smile more as he watched her motion the words out as well. Nodding quickly, he leaned back against the barricade and tried to encourage her. Well, we're more than happy to have these, he said, patting the bag and giving a thumbs up. Thank you, very much, he said softly. Scrunching his nose up a bit, he took a quick peek inside, smiling again as he saw the fresh food. It would be nice to have something other then the army supplied rations for once, even if it was something as simply as a potato. Brian turned around after taking a few steps, and bit his lip when he saw the girl shaking her head nervously. He'd heard those stories as well. When you get a few men together, especially when they've been through hell and back, they'd do just about anything to get a little bit of pleasure. Still, he wouldn't let her think that these men were going to be like that. Or at least not him. It'll be okay... I'll protect you, he said softly, biting his lip as he tried to think of a way to explain it. Setting down the bag though, he took the girls bike and lifted it over the barricade. Scrambling around a bit, he finally found a tarp to cover it with. There... now... Umm. No one knows the bicycle is there but you and me, he said, pointing back and forth between the two of them. Slowly he turned and picked up the bag again, this time staying close as he reached out and gently took a few of her fingers in his own hand, tugging on them just a bit before tilting his head towards the camp. It'll be okay, I promise.
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This American soldier didn't know how devastating this war was. Sure, he'd probably seen the line of fire, maybe even witnessed or caused people to die. But, he was a foreigner in her native land. He didn't know what it was like to have his home destroyed or his family ruined by the spoils of a war in which they had no involvement. Her life centered around constant fear and instability, never knowing when what moment could be her last. Other German girls in her age group whose lives had taken a similar turn were eager to mingle with the troops, hoping that just one of them would take enough interest in her to protect her. Elise wasn't like that. She was built on morals and faith, even when her country seemed to have none left. She understood his words and though she could find nothing in his demeanor that alarmed her, she simply wasn't that trusting. When he lifted her bike, she threw out her hands to protest. Stop, please! She called out, though she quickly realized he was only trying to prevent it from being stolen. Oh. . . thank you. When he took her hand, she had no choice but to let him. Still carrying the bread, she stayed close to him. Geld? She asked, realizing she'd spoke in German. Money? Who have money for me to take to store? It was, after all, a business transaction and the profits gained by the store ensured that her family could eat another week. To make conversation, she nodded her head toward the gun. You use gun often? Eyes fell on his uniform, searching for a name badge. If she knew his name, she would feel calmer somehow, linking him as a person and not just a soldier.
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Brian let his fingers softly interlace with the girls for just a moment before letting it slowly slip away, his eyes turned ahead. He'd felt a little bit bad about the sudden reaction he'd gotten out of her, but when she caught on to the fact that he was just trying to help, he smiled and gave her a little wink. It'll be safe, he said softly before turning back towards camp. Walking slowly, he waited for her to catch back up to his side before answering the next question. Our sergeant will have the money for you, I'll make sure he gets it before you leave too, Brian said softly, his eyes turning back to the girl as he watched her follow along. When she mentioned the gun, however, he bit his lip and hesitated, his eyes kind of searching over the girl again as he tried to figure out whether or not the truth was something he should even tell her. After a few seconds, he finally looked back towards the ground and tightened his grip on the bag. Ummm, yes I have. More than I'd like to admit, he said, his voice rather quiet though as it seemed to be something he'd rather not speak about too much. Eager to change the subject up, he turned back to the girl and smiled his best. He caught her glancing over his uniform just a bit, and figured she must have been looking for his name. Oh, I'm Brian by the way. What's your name? he asked as he readjusted his bag and gun a bit, his arm draped across his chest as well. Biting his lip again, he kind of glanced towards the girl for a moment. Do... umm... You have a safe home still? he asked, knowing it was a rather awkward question for small talk, but wanting to try and pry a little more information about her life out of her. It never hurt to try and understand what they were going through at the least.