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Thread: Taylena {darkest_fate&Demie}

Taylor's actions drew more appreciation from the little brunette. Taylor could feel Selena giving more, responding better, though she couldn't say with anything like certainty what she'd done to deserve it. She did notice the slight flinch as her fingers drew near Selena's sex and, despite her nearly insane drive to start fingering her friend, she actually pulled away, mentally insisting not to let her fingers get anywhere near a danger zone again. Taylor wanted Selena to want this, and the Latina wasn't going to if she kept freaking out. A grind, sex upon sex, Taylor just holding back from making too wanton of a noise, again not wanting to freak her friend out. She had pulled away, looked into Selena's eyes. Taylor's blue widened at Selena's response. A part of her wanted to confirm, to make sure, but that part had been given to the fire. Taylor was way past done playing nice her hunger for this soft female eclipsed her desire for propriety or to scare her off. Taylor did hazard a quick look at the camera. Selena wanted to be seen nude, to be sure, but she probably didn't want her cute little pussy caught on camera. The other rasped words had drawn another response, and Taylor looked up at Selena. The blonde could not hide her surprise at the brunette's words. Surely Selena didn't mean them literally she definitely did not want Taylor to do what she... what she wanted... right? God, how Taylor wanted to take advantage, to just feast upon her friend's sex till Selena screamed her joy so loud but... but she couldn't. It nearly tore at Taylor, but she just couldn't, not a friend, not to Selena. She could, however, hook her fingers along the scandalous undergarment. She locked eyes with Selena, staring deep, her gaze equal parts reassuring and want. Then Taylor nodded and slowly, gently, slid the pantie down Selena's body. She stared at the sex as it became bared, almost enraptured, forgetting for a moment to move. It just looked so pure, almost sweet and innocent, reminding Taylor in some ways of her own sex before this had all started. She licked her lips and gently nudged Selena's lower half, urging Selena to raise her hips to make it easy. Then, without a word, Taylor bend down, her blonde head going between Selena's thighs. She gently pursed her lips and placed a single solitary kiss, a very sweet gesture of affection, directly upon the brunette's likely trembling sex. Taylor's blue eyes looked up at her friend all the while, wanting to see the reaction, to gauge just how far gone Selena was, to see, to feel...
Thread: I thought I was the summoner (Lounger x gentleguy)

Aric was tired of being bullied in the Private Boarding School that he attended. He was pretty much bottom of the 'food chain', the target for every bully, every prank. For the past few years his life had been made a living hell. Well after tonight he was going to change all of that. He'd had enough and finally he had found something to do about it. Under normal circumstances, he never would've been as desperate to try something as ridiculous as this, but at this point he was willing to try anything, absolutely anything. That was why he had drawn out the rather complicated circle on the floor of his room, just as it was described in the book he had found. Of course the ink he had used in the circle was mixed with his own blood. Ok....it's done... Aric nodded to himself, stepping back in order to light the candles he had spread around the room, then looked at the book one last time before he started chanting. The words were strange, a long dead language, but he was pronouncing them as best he could. He was going to do this....he was going to summon a demon to do his bidding and take revenge on those bullies.
Thread: 25 M4F - Inter-Racial, MILF, Gangbang Scene

RE Seeking Playful, Kinky Detailed RP Partner Scene Ideas Inside Hello. I am interested ... I guess I will send you a pm or something, but yes I do not have much limits and this sounds really fun.
Thread: 25 M4F - Inter-Racial, MILF, Gangbang Scene

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Thread: RP: LOST: Affected ( Horror_Show & Worldeater)

How is she? Ben asked looking at an unconscious young female who was lying in a bed with an IV hooked up to her arm. She looked like she had survived a plane crash and in fact she hadby luck. It was only two weeks ago that she had been board an oceanic flight 815 when in mid-flight it hit turbulence, split in half and crash-landed on separate parts of the island . There was always a saying that said dont mistake coincidence for fate. It was a miracle that the plane had crash and landed exactly on the island. The young female, known as Nora had been one of forty-eight survivors. She had survived only with a sprained arm, a lot of bruises and a gash on her forehead. Fortunately but not so much, was the fact that she had been kidnapped and taken in by a group of scientist that already inhabited the mysterious island. She was the only teenager on the flight and it was vital that she was taken. She was terminally ill and if any place could cure her, it was the island and the scientist of Dharma. Shes sick sirthe blood test came back positive. A man said looking concerned and Ben nodded as if in thought. We keep her for nowshe will be under Ethans care. She will be administered mind-altering drugslets make her stay welcomed and pleasant, keep her comfortable. Perhaps this is her lucky day. She said handing a manila folder to the man who nodded. Three Months Later Ethan would watch Nora sitting cross-legged on the grass playing with a golden retriever her pale skin reflected the bond fire. They were having their monthly picnic and the sun had set and the members of Dharma were relaxing. They resided in barracks that was made like a very small little town. The barracks were built sometime in the early 70s, not long after Dharmas arrival on the island they were used to house the scientist, support staff, and their families. The barracks were designed to be an entire utopian community or the small town with all the amenities they needed. He would admire her almost in a paternal matter but he knew he had crossed that line three weeks ago and closed his eyes remembering looking at a test strip from hours ago. A test strip that confirmed the nineteen year old was exactly three weeks pregnant. She was healthy besides her illness, which was being managed and treated she would be cured in a couple of months if the treatment continued. The baby wouldnt be harmed. It was a relief to see the test strip be positive, it meant he had reasons to keep her, to save her. He knew Ben would let them keep her knowing she was pregnant. It would give him enough time to cure her and also run experiments on the pregnant as the dharma initiative, they had a hard time reproducing thanks to an incident that had happened years earlier. The worst part about all of this is the poor innocent girl had no idea she had been kidnapped, been imprisoned to this community, had been raped. If you technically called it that, she had been heavily drugged, and been willing. Ethan tried not to let that night haunt him. But all that mattered now was her life, she was safeshe would be considered one of them soon enough. Song I used lol
Thread: The wall

Catherine walked slowly, barefoot, as quietly as she could. The raindrops on the grass felt cold against her skin. The early autumn was chilly at night, but her petticoat, thick dress and thick jacket kept her warm. She arrived at the wall and traced her hand against it as she kept walking. The wet moss felt soft, the wet stone felt hard and rough. Catherine stopped and pressed both her hands against the wet stone as hard as she could and turned them slightly. The delicate skin on her palms felt the pain, but was unharmed. The water softened the roughness. No skin was broken. Catherine didn't expect more. She only did it to remind herself she was alive. Thirty more steps. She kept walking. She arrived at the hole. At that spot the ground was lower on both sides of the wall, fifteen feet in length, seven-and-a-half on each side of the wall, and three feet wide, almost like it was dug that way. But the grass grew over it, if it had been dug, it had been a long time ago. Catherine peeked through the hole. Where was he? After a long time, his blue eyes appeared in the hole. Frank! Where were you? I'm sorry, I had to be careful. I think they're getting suspicious. They had met like this many times. You know our families wouldn't approve of this. I know. But I love you. A tear rolled down Catherine's cheek. I want to feel you. The hole was big enough for their hands. Okay, Frank said, sliding his hand through the hole. Catherine slid her hand to meet his. They locked fingers. In that moment, they both felt something sting their hand. It was so painful they let go of each other's hands out of fear only to see each other's frightened eyes through the shadow of a scorpion's tail. Scorpions didn't live this far north. Quick, give me your hand, Frank demanded. Catherine slid her swelling hand through and grabbed Frank's. It's our fate, Frank continued. Catherine nodded, silent. She knew Frank couldn't see her, but it's all she could do. They stood there, feeling more stings rain down their swelling hands, until they let go. The force of their falling pulled their hands free and they reach fell into what would become their grave. Throughout the autumn, leaves and sand kept being blown around by the winds getting ever more harsh. They filled the holes where Catherine and Frank lay. Then came the winter and the snow. In the summer, maids from each house noted the bald patches next to the wall and with the permission of the masters, planted grass and flowers. Without any sort of planning, the flowers on Catherine's side were red and the flowers on Frank's side were blue. If you ever find an old, old wall and red flowers growing on one side and blue flowers growing on the other side and you see a hole below your eye level, you'll know who are resting under the bed of flowers on each side. The flowers may have spread out and the wall might have lost some stones and the houses might not stand anymore, but Catherine and Frank still rest there, only an arm's length from each other, forever separated by the wall, but forever connected by their love.
Thread: The wall

I enjoyed this and found it rather interesting. I think if I saw the scene you described at the end that I would think of this story. My only issue was the physical format of it, spacing out the paragraphs would just make it easier to read.
Thread: The wall

Prisa said I enjoyed this and found it rather interesting. I think if I saw the scene you described at the end that I would think of this story. My only issue was the physical format of it, spacing out the paragraphs would just make it easier to read. Click to expand... I'm sometimes bad with that. I spaced them out. Did I make too many paragraphs? No matter. now you have them. I'm glad you liked it!
Thread: The wall

Ahh much better, no I don't think it's too many paragraphs.
Thread: I'M Looking For Exotic/Fandom Female Characters....

Anybody?
Thread: I'M Looking For Exotic/Fandom Female Characters....

Anyone?
Thread: I'M Looking For Exotic/Fandom Female Characters....

Bumpage for 2015.
Thread: I'M Looking For Exotic/Fandom Female Characters....

Anyone at all?
Thread: I'M Looking For Exotic/Fandom Female Characters....

Anybody at all?
Thread: I'M Looking For Exotic/Fandom Female Characters....

Near 2 months later, anyone?
Thread: I'M Looking For Exotic/Fandom Female Characters....

Bumping a long time later.
Thread: The Van Leugen Chronicles - Empire - (R0NIN x Jolie)

The Van Leugen Chronicles EMPIRE It was Friday night at Nocturne , and that meant many things. Friday meant people. Mobs of them. Hordes. It meant lines stretching for blocks - throes of scantily clad women and eager men waiting hours in the October chill for just the slightest chance that they might be admitted to the most prestigious nightclub in Van Leugen. Most, of course, were turned away at the door. An individual had to be either exceptionally good looking or in possession of an exceptional amount of money to be admitted into Nocturne. For those that made it inside, Friday meant pleasure. It meant the finest entertainment the city had to offer. Patrons were treated to the finest liquors and cuisines from all around the world. Live shows performed by the city's hottest women and men kept the masses entertained. The dance floors were flooded, ravers blending their bodies together in chorus to a throbbing baseline. And of course, as with all things in Van Leugen, Friday meant sin. As the business wheels of the nighclub turned, the criminal cogs of its operation turned with it. Drugs traded like handshakes. Shady figures talked business and made deals at quiet tables. High-rolling guests were taken into the back by various dancers for 'private' sessions. Friday night meant Nocturne in its prime, and Nocturne in its prime meant Van Leugen in all its lustful glory. Passion. Raw, unadulterated passion. That was Nocturne. It was a tribute to the human animal, a kingdom of lust and sin in the gothic jungle of the city ... a kingdom wherein Nero reigned supreme. He lounged in a private booth removed from the noisier parts of the club. In one hand he nonchalantly swirled a glass of liquid black as pitch. In the other, he held up a copy of Epictetus' The Enchiridion . Two beautiful women in blouses sat on either side of him. They were going over paperwork. Darya will be finishing with her dance soon, won't she? he asked without looking up from the book. His voice was rich and oiled. Yes sir, one of the girls nodded, checking her watch, in about five minutes. Send her to me when she's done. Yes sir. She pulled out her phone and relayed the message to one of Nero's men. The guard checked the text before quickly pocketing his phone and heading to one of the club's larger stages. He waited in the back of a sizeable crowd, watching Darya in the middle one of her dances...
Thread: The Van Leugen Chronicles - Empire - (R0NIN x Jolie)

The freeks come out Friday nights, Darya thought as she worked the pole. The Nocturne had a central glass boxed cage with pole for its star dancer and she was working it now. But why did guys even like seeing a girl bump and grind in a cage or in Darya's case, a glass box? Sweat dripped off her forehead and her feet ached as she finished her last appearnce for the night to the sound of R. Kelly's Cookie, which Darya thought of more as a lap dance song, but it didn't stop her stripping down until all that remained was her tattoos, piercings, and pink fuck me pumps with six inch heels. The club was packed and people were moving to the sound of the music, guys staring at their girls or Darya up on the stage. As the last beat faded, Darya hustled off the stage, sweat dripping off her body. Mark, the bartender, had a ice cold bottle of water waiting for her. Thanks Kool Aid, she said taking the bottle and twisting off the cap. She didn't know why Mark was called Kool Aid and didn't really want to know. As she spoke, one of the weekend warriors who had somehow made it into this club slid his hand up her ass. Darya didn't even turn around and within seconds, a bouncer was hustling the man back into the crowd. You want to touch the ladies, you pay for a private dance, was the firm, but clearn message sent by the six foot six inch Samoan. Mark leaned in close. Ghetto penthouse at nine o'clock. Shit, Darya said as she put the now empty bottle down on the bar. I owe you. She tried to hustle off as she had no real desire to hang with Nero tonight, but Bobbi, another stripper caught her. Nero wants you. No one ever really wanted face time with Nero. You always left feeling like you were lucky to be alive. But you also didn't ignore a command performance. Be right there, she told Bobbi. Heading toward the private booth where Nero held court, she felt a need for some yayo powder to get through the night. God damn, she thought as the ache hit her. Time for another meeting with her sponsor. Ignoring his entourage and the guards surrounding this power booth, she slid into the booth next to Nero, wearing only the loose robe she had pulled on after her dance and rubbed up against him, saying, Baby I here you need me and you now I always need you. She felt cheap and dirty as she flirted with her boss. But it was her job to keep close to him.
Thread: The Van Leugen Chronicles - Empire - (R0NIN x Jolie)

Hannah, known as Darya in the clubs, had little shame left. She'd been through too much in her nearly twenty-four years. Her hands gently teased Nero and she nuzzle his neck, her warm nearly naked body practically attached. When he finally pulled out his cell phone and told her what he wanted, she paled. The last man she had given a special dance to ended floating in the bay. Grimly, she gave a little nod. Sure Nero, I'll make him happy. Was that man Nero's accountant? She knew she'd seen him before and planned to check her notes when she got home. In the meantime, Hannah had no intention of helping Nero kill another man. God, if Nero just wanted her to fuck the man, she'd have pushed down her nausea and done it. But she couldn't have another man's death on her conscience. Too much already rested there. Sliding off the chair, she pulled her silk belt tight and began to move across the club floor. She was quickly swallowed by the crowds, leaving Nero and his crew behind. Graceful even when not dancing, she twisted and turned avoiding contact with anyone as she made her way to the front of the club. Her target pervesely wasn't the obese, balding man in the striped blue tie, but the second blue-tied younger athletic man. She hadn't realized he was a cop initially. But from the way the bouncers acted as he entered and the way Dudley Do-Right, as she labeled him, moved with that aura of authority, everything screamed federal agent or state cop. Sliding up to the man, Hannah reached up and slid one hand down his shoulder. Hey stranger, she said in a low voice. When he looked down, she knew what he would see. A girl with three obvious facial piercings, multiple tattoos, and long straight black hair. Her eyes were probably her best feature, a deep mountain lake blue. Wearing six inch fuck-me-pumps from her dance earlier, she was at this moment nearly six feet tall and her body was incredibly toned from her rigorous dance schedule. Do you want something special tonight cowboy? The man whom she would later learn was Michael probably didn't realize she'd just gently insulted him. When Hannah was in prison, they called new guards cowboys. Backwards, cowboys spelled Yobwoc or more specifically, 'Young, Obnoxious Bastards We Often Con.' Clinging now, so close he could likely smell her floral perfume, a scent hand mixed from Egyptian oils. I'll give you the ride of your life bucko, in our special VIP room. The man that Nero had actually pointed out, not the blue-tied young cop, had noticed her approach. Most men did. And he had interrupted his flirting to stare blatantly at her barely covered body. She mouthed over Michael's shoulder. Nero will kill you. If he didn't understand or take the hint, there was little else she could do.
Thread: The Van Leugen Chronicles - Empire - (R0NIN x Jolie)

Despite being halfway drunk, the man was no fool. He saw Hannah's message, maintained his composure and didn't do anything suspicious, even continuing to flirt with his current girl before feeling for something in his pockets that wasn't there. He mumbled a pained excuse and left the nightclub. Michael, meanwhile, was startled as Hannah embraced him. For a moment, he froze, unsure what to do or say as she clung to him. She was beautiful, certainly. Gorgeous face, lithe body ... piercings, a feature that Michael usually didn't like, looked good on her. In her pumps she was nearly as tall as he was. Her attractiveness bothered him. He fought a blush, preparing an apology and scrambling with some awkward piece of conversation that would excuse him from her embrace... ...and then he remembered the whole reason he was there. This wasn't some drunk bar girl trying to hook up with him down at the local pub. This was one of Nero's girls. He should be blessing his good luck. Here he was, worried that he'd be shut out by the criminal aspect of the club, and the very next moment he was being openly solicited. It was perfect. He tried to think of something flirty and clever to say, but managed to find nothing. He fought back a scowl. 'Charming' just wasn't his M.O. Sounds good, he settled with it, trying to at least appear slightly more relaxed. Why don't you uh. Do that for me. He cleared his throat. Lead on. I'll follow.
Thread: The Van Leugen Chronicles - Empire - (R0NIN x Jolie)

Hannah suppressed laughter at the man's so obvious discomfort. Without knowing his name or looking in his wallet, she had him pegged as a new federal agent, probably with a pretty young pig-tailed wife he had met in high school, and an eighteen month old toddler back in some white picket fenced suburb. Taking his hand, she squeezed it appreciating the masculine strength she sensed. Okay, Hannah thought, he was probably a jock in high school, track and field in the spring and maybe golf in the fall. Tugging at his hand, she led him around the edge of the club toward the VIP room. Her plan was simple. Keep this blue-tied fed occupied, let the fat man slip away safe and sound, and then when Nero or some of his thugs burst into the VIP room when they thought she and Dudley Do-Right were getting busy, plead ignorance and mistake. Oh, you meant the other blue-tied man. I'm so sorry, she would say. The VIP room had two couches lining the sides where people would sit and do drugs. In the center was the chair, where the girls would tease a man mad. They also had a Karaoke set up that included loud pulse pounding speakers. A lot of Korean ganster types would come here on the weekends and spend tens of thousands of dollars on expensive liquor, strippers, and prostitutes. The strippers and prostitutes not necessarily being two separate entities. Walking in, she let Dudley take a look around as she closed the door. So cowboy, she asked. Tell me what you want and be very explicit. She reached out and tugged at his tie, undoing it. This looks uncomfortable. Don't you want to be comfortable. She was so close her breasts brushed against his chest and she could feel his belt buckle against her belly when she took a breath. Just want a dance ... or something that will blow your mind? I'm Darya by the way.