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Thread: The Impossible Program (me and Magikazaam)

One thing about the program that had confused Jess well... beyond the obvious aspects, of course was that the copy-paste function defaulted to one of the thumb buttons on her mouse. She'd been meaning to find the part of the options that would let you change key bindings but had never gotten around to it the previous night. It wasn't so much a copy-paste feature either, but a duplication. Had Kath still been looking at the screen, she'd have seen an extra popup for setting where the new cock would be in relation to the first either in an over-under layout, by default, or adjacent. While Kath had been playing with the program, Jess had surreptitiously removed her shorts and tossed them behind the far side of the bed where she wouldn't see them. Her top was long enough to hide their absence and she figured they would just be getting in the way sooner or later. As the now-familiar tingling sensation started just above her clit, she figured she'd made the right call. A bulge quickly appeared under her top, growing rapidly until the source was long enough to be visible under the shirt's hem. Jess smiled as she saw the clearly-male appendage start to emerge. Guess she found those options after all, she thought to herself, before she realised why it looked slightly off. There were two of them, one above the other, and from the rate they were growing, Jess guessed that they would be big . Leaning back on the bed, she groaned at the sensation of both cocks growing and hardening, soon just dropping to the bed as she wrapped a hand around each length which soon became too thick for her fingers to encircle. As the sensation finally passed, she took stock of her new equipment. Both shafts were hard as rock in her grip, which was struggling around their coke-can-sized girth, and towered a good foot-and-a-half above her while copious amounts of precum were steadily flowing from the heads. Well, not quite what I was expecting, she joked, looking back at Kath to see her reaction.
Thread: The Impossible Program (me and Magikazaam)

Kath watched with glee as she saw something happening beneath Jess' shirt, the top starting to push out and bulge. It was happening, it was really happening!! Though even Kath was surprised as she saw not one, but two, letting out a slight gasp. Whoa...! She glanced back at the screen, noticing that she had made a slight mistake, but quickly looked back to Jess in order to continue watching Jess' new cocks growing and growing, unable to help licking her lips at the sight, barely able to hold back from outright drooling over the sight. So uh...how do they feel...? She watched as Jess grasped onto them, though they were still growing, soon too big to hold properly. Oh man...so big.... She licked her lips again, finding herself scooting the wheeled chair closer towards Jess. Even seeing it...oh man...so hard to believe...not the only thing that's hard though it seems
Thread: The Impossible Program (me and Magikazaam)

OOC Sorry for the slow reply allergies kicked my ass yesterday and it's a little difficult to get in the mood to write something like this when your nose is doing its best impression of Niagara Falls. Her hands slowly slid up and down the massive pillars, fingers occasionally tracing the prominent veins bulging across their surface. Mmm... they feel great, she sighed. The look in Kath's eyes just made her even more eager to put them to use. I hope you're not just going to sit there and watch, she joked, gently squeezing both cocks for a moment before aiming the upper one towards her own face, leaving the head just inches from her lips, otherwise I might have to take care of things myself. She punctuated the remark by gently flicking her tongue across the giant head, eliciting a deep moan and sending a shiver through her body, both growing stronger as a dollop of precum landed on her lips.
Thread: Bill Paxton dead at 61

Man, this sucks. Complications from heart surgery is what I see listed. That man had a great range as an actor, he really did, and is often severely underrated. He leaves behind a huge body of work and some utterly awesome characters. He'll be missed.
Thread: Bill Paxton dead at 61

size-2Surgery performed on the heart, liver, kidneys brain, etc.. don't often in success. May he rest in peace.size
Thread: Just a simple quickie to get back into writing. [Abduction RP]

Hey! I can't send you PM's, you have just your email option... or I can reply to your threads... Anyway, I would be interested playing one - or a couple of - girl, who was kidnapped by their teachercounselordoctor on said person's last workday. You could bring a male or a futa, and I can play futa or female in the case of multiple females, only one of them could be futa. Have more to this idea, please, PM me.
Thread: Just a simple quickie to get back into writing. [Abduction RP]

Sorry about that should be fixed now, I'll PM you shortly!
Thread: Just a simple quickie to get back into writing. [Abduction RP]

Well I suppose I'm looking for 2 more at the moment.
Thread: Just a simple quickie to get back into writing. [Abduction RP]

I'm turning in for the night, looking once again!
Thread: Just a simple quickie to get back into writing. [Abduction RP]

Well here we are again...
Thread: Just a simple quickie to get back into writing. [Abduction RP]

I'm getting better will be looking up a real story soon.
Thread: Just a simple quickie to get back into writing. [Abduction RP]

Squeek!
Thread: My Request Thread

Suggestions for plots have been made and I'll add a few that I promised to lay out details for later tonight
Thread: My Request Thread

Bumping
Thread: My Request Thread

Bumping, have room for another scene
Thread: The more depraved and intense the better tonight

Hi, I only just joined Blue Moon but I am an experienced roleplayer for over 8 years now. I am a 28 year old 100 lesbian living in UK and I am also submissive by nature in RL and in my roleplays. I want to make it clear from the outset that I am not interested in short roleplays, no matter how sweet they may be! I am looking for a long-term RP with a good writer. I like all I have read in your request post particularly that you are an experienced Mistress. I am also intrigued by your RP idea in which you speak of priding yourself on training submissive females. Although I have been a lesbian submissive since I was 14 years old, I have never been trained and I would love to be! I have very few limits, the usual no kids, no bestiality, no snuff or serious violence and, most of all, no men in ANY sexual scenes. If you would like to see a more detailed list, please see my F-List at I am online most days for several hours minimum and can therefore respond to posts daily and often several times a day. I love to write lengthy posts and I also love finding pictures to illustrate my posts. I write third person and am happy writing in threads, PM, YIM or email, to suit my co-writers preference. Although I have referred to just one of your plot ideas, I am happy to share any of them, indeed I would simultaneously write several with you if you wish. I assure you that I am open to pretty much anything if it is within a lesbian relationship. I am happy writing any age from 16 upwards 16 is legal age in UK but I know your legal age is higher but I confess that I get very very hot at the thought of being dominated by a girl younger than myself. I really hope I shall hear from you. Your post has whetted my appetite and I am really hoping we can write together. Thank you for taking the time to read this, Amanda
Thread: The more depraved and intense the better tonight

Bump this one
Thread: The more depraved and intense the better tonight

I just wanted to bump this
Thread: A Tale of Two Roommates (Davian_Veq, Tomboy)

David woke as smoothly as ever, to the soothing strains of birdsong and his alarm clock. He groggily levered himself upright, stretching and stumbling across the room to his desk. A nearly unconcious tap, and the gentle racket ceased. Slept through that, huh? David muttered glancing at his new roommate, conked out, fully dressed, on top of her bed on the other side of the room. I have a feeling you might be difficult to live with, Sam. Her unconciousness did nothing to change his sensibilities, however, and he crept away towards the bathroom to actually get dressed. The eternal call of the coffee pot, however, put paid to David's musings, and as the kettle boiled, and the black stuff of goodness brewed, he casually regarded the stack of boxes piled haphazardly in one corner of the kitchen. Ah, more work. No, I'm sure she'll do her part. At the pouring of a cup of the deepest darkest espresso, a thump and slurred grumbling could be heard from the shared bedroom on the other side of the wall. A measured thought had David quickly pouring out a second cup for her, alongside the traditional hangover bottle full of water he had prepared since Sam announced her intentions to go clubbing last night. A flick of a wrist, and the stove was on, the frying pan and saucepan at the ready. A quick rummage produced eggs, bacon, and some thyme from the carefully cared-for plant on the windowsill. Well, I may as well make a good... uh, second impression. He mumbled as eggs were broken and bacon began to sizzle.
Thread: A Tale of Two Roommates (Davian_Veq, Tomboy)

It didn't even take her an entire day before falling back into her usual pattern of spending the night out in the city and sometimes returning just when the birds started to sing. And she HAD sworn to herself she wouldn't do that for the first few weeks but here she was, lying on top of her bed, snoring and still very much clothed. Torn grey jeans, high combat boots that made her look even taller, a red tank top and her leather jacket serving as a makeshift sheet Sam lay there before one clumsy move made her tumble off the bedside and meet the floor. David might have been able to hear the faint cursing of Sam grumbling, rubbing her forehead as she brushed a strand of black hair out of her face, tucking the somewhat short hair away as her nails scratched through the short stubble on the left side of her head. Damn, so much for first impressions. Sam mumbled, letting go of a sigh as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Raising her head she managed to make out the familiar smell of someone cooking, making her remember just how hungry she was after an entire night out. Getting to her feet and unceremoniously throwing her jacket on her bed Sam trudged her way to the kitchen, yawning as she raised an eyebrow at the sight of David cooking. Mornin'... Sam remarked, eyeing David before taking a seat, grasping the cup of coffee he prepared for her.
Thread: A Tale of Two Roommates (Davian_Veq, Tomboy)

Good morning! Was the reply shot over his wide shoulders, slightly too loud. A quiet wince was the first response to his words, and David grimaced slightly. A hangover was no laughing matter, as several previous friends had taken pains to remind him. Tone it down a little, then , he thought. So, how was your night? Oh, and how do you like your eggs? A pan of water was swiftly moved to the hob, a dash of vinegar added and it quickly began to bubble. Fried, scrambled, poached, boiled or spanish fried? I usually like them poached myself, and oh, do you like toast with them? Oh god , thought David, I'm babbling already. He turned around to look at Sam, slouching over her coffee. David was not a small man. At a solid 6'2, he loomed over many people with the large frame of somebody who liked both exercise and food. A short lock of his messy brown hair fell in front of his glasses, and he hurriedly reached up to brush it back. David moved to the cupboards, with his neat collection of tableware, and carefully retrieved another plate for Sam, large hands gently moving the delicate tableware.
Thread: Smut in the School (Machiavelli x Searching4shadows)

Ding ding dong The chimes bellowed through the scratchy PA system signalling the end of the break period. How they could call forty five minutes lunch had never seemed to add up for the eighteen year old. Gathering up her books and bag from the tired and worn outdoor furniture that dotted the free spaces within her enclosure, she heard a familiar voice call out from behind her. Hey Rhon-daa! See you in drama, girl! Yes Sir, mister Captain of the guard! she called back playfully. The other girl replied with a big grin on her face as she walked past briskly. Don't call me that! You know I hate that! Rhonda knew full well the reason for Stacey's walking speed. It wasn't to get to class quickly, like some of the teachers believed. It was to try and get in one more smoke behind the sports shed. Standing slightly and smoothing out her white and navy polo shirt and navy skirt that they deigned to call a uniform, it occurred to Rhonda that she pretty much got along with everyone. From the football team, to the science club, and even to the kids that experimented with goth, her petite frame and nonjudgmental attitude made her a non-threat. Which in high school meant that she was seen as a friend to all. She turned to the red head sitting beside her. We'd better get going Loz. Wouldn't want to miss 'Princess Sarah's' daily 'performance', she said, sarcasm dripping with almost every word. You haven't heard? She's not here today. Some sort of stomach bug, Rhonda's friend Laura gleefully informed her as she rose from her seat. Her eyes lit up as she allowed the comment to sink for a moment. The bitch wasn't going to be in class! Life was good again! YESss! Rhonda cried out. Is there any better way to start the weekend, she rhetorically commented as the two made their way to class.
Thread: Smut in the School (Machiavelli x Searching4shadows)

Nicholas Varric, or Nick, as most called him a few girlfriends called him Nicholas, and he had long since noticed that ANY girl into him did the same thing, was not overly popular within the high school. Certainly, people knew him, and he got around, but he didn't have a cliche that he hung out with, but rather knew a number of people. Admittedly, he was an athlete, a swimmer, with the tall, lean physique and the mid-length black hair. His bright green eye caught the attention, and that, evidently, was just one of the reasons the drama teacher had selected him for a lead role in this play of theirs. Evidently, he was a bit of an actor as well. He and his friend Rhonda, who he had known for a good deal of time had taken this class as somewhat of an easy A, but it quickly turned out that he wasn't just going to drift through. Conscripted in, he had begged Rhonda to be involved too, not wanting to be alone in this. Thankfully, she had agreed. He arrived into the auditorium, where the drama classes were held just moments before the bell rang, dropping his bag to the floor and lounging back into a seat next to his female friend. Oh excellent, I'm on time for my co-star's daily delivery of demeaning dialog. He quipped with a slight chuckle, scanning the room for said offending actress. When his search was futile and came up empty, he raised an eyebrow. Missing, hm? He smirked slightly, clearly pleased. Excellent. I could use without commentary about how fantastic she is and that her acting is being brought down by my existence. He chuckled, unbuttoning the top button of his white dress shirt. The teacher called the class to order and began to issue out assignments to any students not directly involved in the play, before calling the cast to the stage.
Thread: Smut in the School (Machiavelli x Searching4shadows)

Rhonda could see why most of the girls in her year had a crush on her friend. Not only being tall and handsome, he was also humble and a genuine nice guy. As Nick scanned the room looking for the thorn in both their sides, Sarah Silverman, she was reminded of how they'd become friends. Funnily enough it was Sarah that had brought them together. Sarah, wanting to cause her usual brand of chaos, started an ugly rumour about the two of them during their freshman year. When the air had cleared, Nick and Rhonda became instant friends. As the teacher spoke to the class, Rhonda whispered to Nick, yeah, apparently she's sick or something. We finally get a stress free rehearsal. MISS Jones, the teacher scolded, catching Rhonda whisper. She quickly apologised, and he continued. As I was saying, today we'll start with act three. So if we can have all our actors on stage... Have fun your highness, she playfully teased Nick as the actors started to make their way up the front. She pulled out her phone and settled in for a long double period. The play itself wasn't so bad. It was a twisted take on the Cinderella story, where instead of the Prince searching the land for his mysterious love, he thinks that someone has bumped her off and accuses poor Cinderella of murder. Rhonda's role in the play was the palace messenger who only appeared in the first act. So knowing she wouldn't be called on, she wanted to make the most of her time. Barely past the first level of her game, Rhonda heard the teacher calling her name. Rhonda! We need you to fill in for Sarah, now come on, up you come! Dread instantly flooded her senses. Me? Seriously?! There's gotta be someone else! There IS no one else, the teacher replied slightly exasperated. B-b-but I don't know the part! She stammered as she climbed the stairs. The teacher thrust a script into her hands before one of her classmates cuffed her in medieval looking plastic handcuffs. Look, you just come in when we tell you to, kneel before the Prince and read off the script. Places! Everyone!
Thread: Smut in the School (Machiavelli x Searching4shadows)

Oh thank whatever gods have blessed me this day. He muttered under his breath to his friend, a soft chuckle punctuating the end of his sentence. As said friend teased him, he shot her a mock frown, an expression very much resembling a haughty noble insulted by such a statement. Then he broke character, his face flashing a quick smile, ascending the steps to the stage, two at a time. As he moved to the position at the foot of the throne, center stage, he heard the teacher call upon Rhonda to take the place of his bratty costar. With a laugh, he crooked a finger to her, smirking. Have fun, your highness. He teased her back, his eyebrow quirking upward in a playful motion, his expression one of amusement, the classic 'got you' smirk. He was obviously found her new role wonderfully amusing. As the teacher called places, he once more took up the pose at the throne, his stance changing from one of simple amusement to one of confident power as he leaned back, lounging in the faux gold chair, his posture relaxed and sure of himself. Admittedly, this role was rather written for him. The prince was a strong, driven, dominant character, and he fit that type more than anyone realized. He was, as one might imagine from his physique and general pleasantness, most certainly not a virgin, and had been exploring sexuality for a while, trying to find what he liked. And just a year ago, with his last girlfriend, he had discovered just how much into dominance he was. How he loved to be in charge, control, take the helm and lead, even more so sexually. That soon led into a world of blindfolds, straps, handcuffs, and gags. He had since broken up with that girlfriend, but the memories and desires remained. Somehow, when Rhonda wore those handcuffs, he was reminded of such kinky debauchery, and he smirked slightly on his fake throne. Bring her! He called, voice commanding and sure, and the scene commenced.
Thread: Smut in the School (Machiavelli x Searching4shadows)

Rhonda looked over as she waited for her queue, and saw Nick smirk just before he called her over. It was only slight, but she saw it. She often noticed little things about him, things that other people couldn't see. She had never really thought about it too much, and just put it down to the fact that they were close friends. And as he called her over, she noticed something else. His voice had somehow deepened. It had become more commanding and authoritative. She also noticed that a small shiver ran down her spine. The two teens appointed as guards grabbed her, one on each arm, and led her to the throne, before dropping her unceremoniously to kneel before the prince. Ow! she cried out, glaring at them. There was a sudden pause as all eyes turned to Rhonda. It was her line, and she'd already stuffed up. She looked down at her script, realising that she had a line while the guards had brought her over. She giggled, oops, and read from the script drily in monotone, no, no, there must be a mistake, please you need to listen to me. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the teacher slap his forehead and shake his head with disappointment. She rolled her eyes slightly and looked down at the script again. This time as she read her line she tried a little harder. Your highness, please there must be some mistake-
Thread: Smut in the School (Machiavelli x Searching4shadows)

Nicholas played along with her little blunder, resisting the urge to make joke and tease her. Her first attempt at reading the script was abysmal, though he had to forgive her - she had just been thrown into this. He pursed his lips, still entirely in character, shaking his head slightly. He gave her the second attempt, and her acting was much better, then the scene continued. As per the blocking, he rolled to his feet lithely from the throne, pacing slowly down the steps from the dais and looking her fiercely in the eye. You will kneel when addressing the Crown Prince. He said, his voice not angry, but laced with a command and confidence that he didn't usually express. You may attempt to explain yourself, but know this you have been charged with murder, and the murder of my beloved at that. Your words alone will not sway me, and you have little else to offer. It occurred to the teenage male at this point that if this were a very different kind of production, it would be at this point that things would start going a very different way than their script dictated. Biting back a smirk and the thrill at the idea, he almost laughed, but held the expression of mirth and a little desire back. Curious that he had never thought that with his other costar... Granted, she was a total bitch, so there wasn't exactly sexual tension there.
Thread: Smut in the School (Machiavelli x Searching4shadows)

As Nick stepped down from his throne, Rhonda felt her heart skip a beat. Looking up at him from her kneeling position, she felt the shiver that ran down her spine, now travelling further south. His commanding tone seemed to stir something deep within her. And she liked it. The more she looked at him, the more breathless she became. What was happening? She thought she might have been having an allergic reaction. As he continued to speak, images started to flash through her mind's eye Nick roughly taking her by her ponytail and kissing her passionately Nick standing her up and lifting her cuffed hands above her head and pressing her against the dungeon wall Nick- No! She had to concentrate. She knew she had a line coming up and looked down at her script. Without even thinking she kept her head bowed, and completely entrusted herself to the moment. She knew that Sarah would normally highly dramatise the scene, clutching her chest and starting to cry aloud, but Rhonda felt to do the opposite. Your Highness, Rhonda spoke softly, a slight catch in her throat. It is not my intent to cause you further pain. But please believe me when I say, the woman you grieve for... she lifted her head and looked him square in the eye, with all the sincerity she could gather ...she is still alive.