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Thread: A Neighborhood Romance [Arjayoh & Amaranthine]

Laughing a little as he closed the glass door, he first walked over to the couch to grab his phone that he'd thrown earlier. He was welcomed with three more texts, long ones about how Lydia wished he had the time to text her back and how she assumed he was with Paisley at the time like he always was. It wasn't too far from the truth, to be fair with her. Getting to the bathroom, he pulled off his loose fitting tank top from his body that had become slightly damp due to the humid weather outside making him sweat. Groaning, he stretched and felt his muscles contract and ache after yet another night of bad sleep. He picked up his phone again and started to type. I guess I've been missing you too. We moved together across the country to live in my home town and I feel like things ended way too quickly for us to truly be done. I don't know exactly what you want from me or the relationship but you know where to find me, he said, pressing send before he'd really had time to think it over. Despite the fact that Paisley was more like a sister to him than a friend or a romantic interest, he couldn't pretend that he never got jealous when men would hit on her in bars or when she decided to go on a date instead of hang out at home. Something inside him knew he'd need to get past that if anything with Lydia were to work, but he didn't know if he truly could. Completely undressing, he closed the bathroom door and started to run the shower, waiting for the water to steam before stepping in and relaxing under the hot stream of water as he washed himself, thinking about the dilemma he now found himself in.
Thread: A Neighborhood Romance [Arjayoh & Amaranthine]

Paisley was left with no clue at all that Ryan was messaging Lydia back - nor did she truly have a reason to be bothered if she had found out that he was. The rationality of it all didn't matter much, but even though she laid no claim on the man who had just walked away from her, she kind of hated the idea of him talking to her. She didn't stay in silence as she waited on the balcony for him - instead, she had turned on her phone and opened Spotify. For a while she sipped at her beer until she finished it - and then she did exactly what she had said she would and waltzed inside like it was her own home to grab another from the kitchen. If she went through many more, she would buy him a new pack in the morning - Pais could be trusted to at least keep even. He bought one time, she the next - even . ---- Meanwhile, on the other side of town at her mother's place a young woman was sipping wine out on the deck, watching a German Shepherd run around the fenced in back yard. All the while, she eyed her phone. Lydia had a few drinks in her now and maybe that was why she felt so desperate to get in touch with Ryan, but over the last few weeks she had grown to miss him more than anything in the world. She swore a reply would never come - had resigned herself to that even. Just as she had been about to put her phone on silent and walk back inside, she had the place to herself tonight, it rang from its spot on the table. One message was enough to make her smile. In the end she just sent off one more simple text I just want a chance to be able to do things right.
Thread: A Neighborhood Romance [Arjayoh & Amaranthine]

Out of the shower, he saw the text that lit his phone up and sighed, groaning a little in to the towel as he dried his face and hair. If that wasn't enough of a sign that things should maybe stay as they were, then maybe it was right that he learnt the hard way. Drying off, he put his underwear and shorts back on but strolled through the living room to his bedroom to retrieve a fresh shirt, seeing Pais and smiling as he did so. Returning to the main area of the apartment, he joined her in the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He knew better than to continuously text Lydia if he was going to keep drinking, but he figured when Paisley left later, that's exactly what he would find himself doing. So, what do you wanna do? Drink and smoke cigarettes? He asked softly, chuckling a little as that's what they seemed to be best at recently. He didn't care too much about what they did or where they were, as long as they were spending the time together. Something probably should have clicked in Ryan's mind at that moment that maybe bringing Lydia back in to his life wasn't such a great thing, especially when Paisley stood right in front of him and their connection clearly ran deep. Nonetheless, it did not, and his mind continued to swirl with ideas about how he'd even approach the topic with either women. Come on, he gestured as he walked to the back door again and grabbed a couple cigarettes from the pack in his pocket.
Thread: A Neighborhood Romance [Arjayoh & Amaranthine]

Way to call me out, Paisley joked as Ryan returned to the balcony, freshly washed and just as handsome as ever. She couldn't deny that she had peeked as he had walked across the apartment to his room lacking his shirt. Maybe it wasn't on purpose - but there was also that little piece of her who wasn't sure, and whose mouth had watered as Ryan's lean body crossed her sight. Paisley might not ever say out loud that she found him attractive, but she also didn't mind that she thought it. While it may have been a secret it wasn't one that she felt bad about - and some underlying attraction didn't have to mean anything. Besides - he was complicated, messy as if she was any better. Eventually they would retire - which probably just meant laying on opposite sides of his couch as a movie played in the background and they continued to sip at beers. It wasn't quite time for that, though - she'd watched the sun dip beyond the horizon while he had been gone to clean up, but just because night was settling down didn't mean that they needed to just yet. If anything, it meant that they should just be more appreciative of what they had. Just 'cause of that I'm taking both of these, she quipped and then reached towards him, snatching both the cigarettes he had pulled out between two of her own fingers. Her smile was devilish, teasing - she had started and finished a drink while he had been inside and the alcohol was starting to hit her just enough that she felt light - happy, even, like she was allowed to simply exist and for that moment as she stood with her favourite person of the moment, nothing else seemed to matter. It was good to feel free for one or, for her, every night that she spent drunk at his side.
Thread: A Neighborhood Romance [Arjayoh & Amaranthine]

He laughed in a bit of a shock as she grabbed the two cigarettes out of his hand, but he knew she was a feisty individual, and she'd no doubt give him a cigarette in a few days when he didn't have any left and didn't want to go to the store. He grabbed another out of his pack and then set the pack down on the deck, watching out as the sun burnt the sky a beautiful orange as it made it's way down the horizon. If you take this third one I might have to call your parents and tell them you have a problem, he teased before realising he didn't have a beer. Setting his cigarette down on the pack, he walked back inside and grabbed a couple, one for each of them as usual. Seeing he was running low, he hoped she would have some over at her place, where they'd presumably migrate to anyway. He had Netflix, she had Hulu, and for some reason they'd never shared the login details so they could watch either anywhere. Do we need to go to the store for more beer? He asked as he walked back outside, a light breeze forming that made the day much less groggy and humid. If you don't have any then we might have to, he said as he twisted the caps off the two bottles and handed one to Pais. Sipping it, he sighed softly. He knew he'd have to reply to Lydia eventually, maybe even that night, but he was so content there with Paisley that it seemed he should have never texted her back in the first place. Nothing ever seemed to end well when Lydia was involved, especially when Paisley and Lydia were involved.
Thread: A Cruel Dominant Woman Looking For Subs and Switches. FXF

I am still looking for some rp partners! Don't be shy.
Thread: A Cruel Dominant Woman Looking For Subs and Switches. FXF

I am still looking for a deliciously dark rp.
Thread: A Cruel Dominant Woman Looking For Subs and Switches. FXF

Looking once again.
Thread: Blackmailed!  (Jack Stalker and Crazy Writer)

Rosamund listened as he discussed dominance and control over her and that she needed to by obedient if she wanted to stay out of jail. He indicated he had been watching her for months and that she could still be reach and stay out of jail where she would be destitute and a whore. She was both reading and listening to the taunting that was clearly a large part of this his ability to taunt and control her. Clearly she had bested him in the firm and he was out to get his revenge. She also realized he was smart and would be unlikely to make a mistake in these early planning stages. She had an idea who it might be there were only 3 or 4 men in the firm who she did not have black mail material against who were smart enough to pull this off but it didn't matter for now. She could tell from his voice that while he was enjoying the control he was also very turned on by the power and what he saw. Then Rosamund heard the voice say she was disappointing. She listened to the voice closely and bent down and pulled out the box. She opened it as instructed and took out items 2 and 6. She also looked at the other items and wondered if her blackmailer intended for her to use all of these. Based on the items in the box he was something of a depraved individual. She then stood up and turned around so she was facing the back of the couch. She then pulled her dress up to her hips as instructed although it took a couple of tugs because it was tight on her ass already. She then bent over and placed her feet in the spots as indicated. She was now clearly on display for him. She hesitated for a second and then pushed the panties aside as instructed and grabbed item number 2 and inserted it. It was a difficult insertion with out any lube and since she was not instructed to use lube she didn't use any. She wiggled a little to get it to go in securely. Next she grabbed item number 6 the paddle and started to spank herself. It was difficult to get a really big swing but the smacks made noise and her ass started to redden. She was taking swings in time with the beat. She continued to swing wondering when the beats would stop and wondering if it was timed or did the blackmailer control it manually. So far he hadn't criticized how she was swinging the paddle so perhaps the red on her nice round ass was convincing that she was really making an effort.
Thread: Blackmailed!  (Jack Stalker and Crazy Writer)

As she was standing by the sink he stepped out behind her. She was startled by the mask but the size confirmed who she thought it was and when she heard him say Rosamund. Very nice. However I gave no instruction for you to pull down your dress. his voice confirmed it was Hugh. She was both scared and relieved by this. Relieved that she had guessed right and it was someone from the office and not someone who had hacked the office but she was also nervous since Hugh was very smart but also as had been shown tonight already a mean son of a bitch especially to anyone he considered beneath him who had not power over him. Although she thought it unlikely she really hoped it would be someone from the office other than Hugh. He told her to pull up her dress that had fallen down a little as she walked and to place her hands on the mirror . She did as she was told and wiggled the dress over her hips. He went on to taunt her again his voice alternating between cruel and lustful. He called her a whore and told her she deserved to be fucked in the bathroom. He asked her a series of self affirming questions. She needed and said yes when he asked about her cunt being wet and the same when has asked about her ass being stretched. Then he asked quickly and with an edge in his voice Your reward will be to choose where to be fucked. Your hand, your mouth, your cunt, your ass... they are all up for selection, aren't they? So tell me Rosamund, where do you want to be fucked for your first instalment? Tell me. She started to quickly think about the hand job bet she assumed what he shot he would expect her to lick up and licking cum off the bathroom walls and floor did not see fun. She definitely didn't want him in her ass or her mouth really so that left only one place and besides it would make him happy she thought. As she was about to talk he jabbed at her again Come along Rosamund, the obedient little whore gets to choose how she is fucked this evening. You did come in here to be fucked didn't you? She thought about his comment about first installment meant there was likely more and she factored this in as well and it actually made it an easy decision. No I didn't come here to be fucked Hugh. I came her because you ordered me to as part of your blackmail scheme. That is why I am here. As to your question of which way I expect that if i say hand you are going to make me lick up every shot. drip or drop. Hugh's face confirmed that this was part of his plan so she went to the other option. Well based on everything so far I pick my vagina. So where do you want me?
Thread: Blackmailed!  (Jack Stalker and Crazy Writer)

sorry not sure how I missed that you wrote this but I did Rosamund stood there and listened as he insulted her more. He seemed to really enjoying verbally degrading her. She listened since she had no choice. He wanted to know whether she was a good fuck to someone who knew what a good fuck was. He really wasn't looking for an answer and any answer she gave was going to just be taunted back at her. She could seem him in the mirror and watched as his gaze dropped to her ass where she still had the butt plug. He seemed to enjoy this as a smile briefly passed his lips. She felt him pull on the small panties she was wearing as instructed and then she felt them dig into her before they released and she could feel the rip as they did. He tossed them on the counter. Well at least he didn't stuff them in my mouth Rosamund thought to herself. She felt a slap to her ass as he explained that she was right about the hands and mouth but not really because to do that she would need to disobey the rule about hands on the glass and this was also true for the blow job. She heard him chuckle as he said ...and that would have made you a bad, disobedient, little slut. Now wouldn't it Rosamund? And we know that you don't want that, don't we? At least not yet. She shivered slightly at that last comment. She knew he could simply change the rules if he wanted and punish her for not knowing he was going to change them. From there he was on to calling her names again. Just as he was entering her he said Offering me your ass would likely mean a fast fuck, men can rarely control themselves for long in a womans mouth or ass... but the cunt, because you don't have a vagina Rosamund, you have a cunt... well, that means fun for you, doesn't it? It means that you want me to make you cum, that you think you deserve it? Well. we'll see. Remember Rosamund, you don't get to come unless I allow it. And with that she felt his cock push into her. Damn he was large it was not just the mirror. Again she thought about responding but figured whatever she said would be ignored or turned against her. The best thing she could do now was trying to be a good fuck so he would shot his load and hopefully been done with her. She felt him kick her legs wider and his cock go in deeper. She could see in the mirror his face was a combination of joy and anger. There was an internal battle between hating her and loving fucking her. He was clearly in control and enjoying it immensely. Still he couldn't help himself and had to talk so more. He told her to use her body to make him cum. Her hips and body to urge him on. She started to push back into him and started to clench down on his cock as she did pushed into him and then eased it as she pulled away. Then she spoke to him softly but trying to sound sexy. Come on Hugh show me what you really have. A real man could fill me up by now and be good enough that even in this weird situation I would enjoy it. You claim to be a real man Hugh why don't you and your cock prove it. She hoped that pushing him like this would get his pride up and make him cum. She wasn't sure what else to do.
Thread: Blackmailed!  (Jack Stalker and Crazy Writer)

Rosamund felt his cock continue to drive into her but her talking didn't seem to urge her own. She noticed a different look on his face as he was hammering her and she wasn't sure what it is. Then she saw him reach out and grab her panties and he yanked her hair and as she started to yelp he stuffed her panties into her mouth. He really seemed to enjoy this as he told her to shut her mouth and cum when she was told to. She just nodded in agreement. She was noticing that he was pushing into her in a way that forced her hips to barely ride on the counter and her pelvis and her clitoris to start to push against the marble surrounding the sinks. He was pounding her but it wasn't to cum as much as it was punish her for whatever things he thought she had done wrong in the past. He started to get into a rhythm and she tried to match it. Even though she didn't want to she was starting to actually get excited. While she would never tell him this she would have to admit that his cock was actually starting to feel good and turn her on. While the slamming into her thighs did not feel great she was getting a rush from the rubbing on her clit and the swing of his balls up into her. She could see in his face that he was getting close to coming. At least she thought he was. Then she saw him start to talk. He started in calling her names again as he gave her orders as to what to say. She tried to be convincing. Yes Hugh that is what I want. I want you to fuck me with your big thick cock. I want to get your hot sticky cum inside me Hugh. I want you to fill me up with your cum. I like serving you and doing what you want you order me to do and paying off my debt by using my body to amuse and entertain and excite you. Let me be your little whore and cum all over your cock making it all wet with my cum. Rosamund concentrated on finish her orgasm She had been played with all night so it wasn't that hard to let herself focus in on the powerful feelings. She let herself go and with the push of his cock deep into her she started to feel it tighten up. With that she started to call out Come on Hugh oohh faster and deeper Hughhhhhh oh yes make me cum like the uhh whore you uhh think I am. Rosamund could feel the tension build and she started to quiver as the wave of passion started to wash over her.
Thread: Information BMR Site Chat and You - Configuring and Disabling

So on the plus side, we know this five-year old server can handle over a hundred people in chat at once. On the downside, it's not exactly lightweight. I've disabled some more obnoxious things but you may want to know how to disable, enable, or move it. To Disable Chat To Choose Where Chat Belongs Putting it in the forum index is generally best all around, and I've moved it there for the default. If you really want it everywhere, however, you can do that. In other news, like I said I do plan on building a Discord bridge, so you won't be missing out if you use one or the other. Eventually. Sorry for the disruption people may have had. Enjoy, everyone.
Thread: Information BMR Site Chat and You - Configuring and Disabling

I do not have the option to Disable chat. I have that exact same drop menu, but the only option missing is that one.
Thread: Information BMR Site Chat and You - Configuring and Disabling

DarkMinds You need to go to the widget, not the chat page. For some reason it's not included there..
Thread: Information BMR Site Chat and You - Configuring and Disabling

Vekseid said DarkMinds You need to go to the widget, not the chat page. For some reason it's not included there.. Click to expand... GOT it. Done. There's no way to get rid of notifications? Even with chat disabled, it still seems to be updating.
Thread: Information BMR Site Chat and You - Configuring and Disabling

It doesn't do any polling at all when disabled... What do you mean notifications updating?
Thread: Information BMR Site Chat and You - Configuring and Disabling

Vekseid said It doesn't do any polling at all when disabled... What do you mean notifications updating? Click to expand... Fixed it. All good.
Thread: Information BMR Site Chat and You - Configuring and Disabling

DarkMinds what was going on?
Thread: Suggestion Show avatar icon of partner in private conversation inbox.

It seems like the private conversation inbox shows the avatar icon of the individual who started each conversation. Since I tend to reach out to my partners first I was on the site six months or so before I even made a request thread and since I also tend to write the starters for our roleplays, my inbox is largely an unending sea of my own face, making it difficult to track down conversations with specific individuals. I suspect I'm not atypical in that the vast majority of my private conversations are with a single other member of the forum. Is there any way to configure the inbox to show avatars from other people in the conversation instead of your own? With great appreciation, Aldebaran
Thread: Suggestion Show avatar icon of partner in private conversation inbox.

Oooh, good idea. Will see if I can work this in. I'm almost done with the first pass of the conversation rework adds folders and better search capabilities, so I'll see if I can get to this while I'm getting the rest of it tested.
Thread: Suggestion Show avatar icon of partner in private conversation inbox.

Yeah, actually, folders search for private conversations would probably alleviate my entire problem, though I wouldn't say no to the other thing if you can find the time to fit it in. Thanks again for all the work you've put into this site over the past several months!
Thread: Suggestion Show avatar icon of partner in private conversation inbox.

I made it so that if the last person to reply wasn't the originator, the last responder would have a mini icon like you see on threads you've posted in here. Not exactly what you asked for but it was easy and breaks up the monotony a bit.
Thread: The engaging Non-Binary threads. (looking for a FuXF or others, Discord is available.)

Back from a kinda short hiatus! real life been a bitch
Thread: The engaging Non-Binary threads. (looking for a FuXF or others, Discord is available.)

I am back from an Hiatus and is offically looking for more Futa Rps!
Thread: The engaging Non-Binary threads. (looking for a FuXF or others, Discord is available.)

Have been forced into another Hiatus. School was keeping me busy! but I am now available!
Thread: The engaging Non-Binary threads. (looking for a FuXF or others, Discord is available.)

Still looking for some Rps!
Thread: The engaging Non-Binary threads. (looking for a FuXF or others, Discord is available.)

Bumping this up!
Thread: The engaging Non-Binary threads. (looking for a FuXF or others, Discord is available.)

I am back once again!