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Thread: The Resort

Posted for Lucid Lucid sighed as he his boat neared the island, luckily he informed his imployers that he would be arriving late today or he would of been screwed. As th boat pulled up to the dock he hurried to get off the watery deathtrap, and also so that he wouln't hear any complaints from his bosses. As he rushed to the bar he couldn't help but feel out of place in the lush suroundings in only his faded blue jean shorts, a dark blue and white band T, and black flip-flops. When he finally reached the bar he searched frantically for the bartender whom he would be working forwith.
Thread: The Resort

wildkat said Summer followed the girl dragging micah. Summer giggled and closed the door behind her. She looked at Micah making him self at home and grinned. She walked over to the girl and asked shall I help you get more compfy. Click to expand... Josefina smiled, undoing the button on her blouse. She took a deep breath as her breasts were freed. I could use some help with my boots. Micah untucked his shirt, sitting down in an overstuffed chair.
Thread: I've been craving a mom son RP

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Thread: I've been craving a mom son RP

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Thread: I've been craving a mom son RP

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Thread: I've been craving a mom son RP

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Thread: The Resort(Profiles.)

This is the thread for the profiles of the rp Resort. Just post you character here, and have fun. Thread Profile. Name Age Turns on Turns off Sexuality Bio Appearance
Thread: The Resort(Profiles.)

Name Kenji Masturmoto Age 26 Turn on's Strong willed women. Curvy bodies. Turn offs Piercing on bodies, unhealthy habits. Sexuality Straight Bio Kenji was born in Sasebo Japan to a South Korean mother, and a half American-Japanese father. As such he had a hard time fitting in with the other children. It also didn't help the fact that he was tall, fat and clumsy as a child. Of course that changed when Kenji was sent to live with his aunt. His aunt quickly set him to work, and within in a summer the young clumsy fat boy was a giant figure of muscle that would put any man to shame. Kenji quickly used his new found body to his betterment. First the young man trained as a bodybuilder, but after he found out how much steroids. So the young man went on to mixed martial arts. Where he had the record of 2 losses, and 63 wins. After that Kenji worked as a strong man, till he married Amari. It was only a week later that Kenji got the announcement that he had won a trip to an island set up for couples. Appearance Kenji NameAmari Masturmoto age 20 Turns on Strong powerful bodies. Spanking. Turns offs Weaker or smaller guys. Sexuality Straight Bio Amari was born in Tokyo to a father who worked as an accountant and a mother that worked as a sectary in the same building. As such at an early age Amari was pushed into higher classes and business clubs as a way to set her up for her future. It was doing her second year that Amari had her first real boyfriend. Yasuba was kind and sweet, but he was very wimpy and to soft. Aft him, Amari went and dated another guy, but it was just the same. After leaving to go university Amari and her friend Outsu went to a local strong men competation. There they met Kenji, and the rest became history. They married only a few months afterwards. Amari was overjoyed at the news of their prize trip to the island. Appearance Amari
Thread: The Resort(Profiles.)

Name Zuko Higurashi Age 23 Turn Ons Strong and beautiful women. Turn Offs Clingy Women Job BartenderPool BoyBouncer Sexuality Straighter than a ruler. Bio Born in a small fishing village who's name escapes him off the coast of japan he had always been brought up a hard working young man. Ever since he could remember he had worked, when he was a meager age of ten his father had taken him out on his boat where they went fishing. When his father became ill, Zuko took over the ship and became the captain working hard to make his father proud. When his father passed away, his mother did not a month later. Being left alone, the town became all to much so he moved. He had received a letter asking for him to work at the resort, it was a nice picture he had seen. Literally saying fuck it, he had gone over. He became the first worker at that time, being the bartender, bouncerguard I guess you could call it and pool boy allowed him the most face to face time with the guests, as well as the ability to show off his body. Afterall, thats the main reason he was hired in the first place. Appearance Don't mind if I do
Thread: The Resort(Profiles.)

Name Micah Brewster Age 23 Turns on Intelligence, fashion sense, humor, open-mindedness, romance, cleavage, exotic women asian, native, hispanic, etc Turns off unintelligence, grunginess, serious people, closed-mindedness Sexuality straight Bio Micah Brewster was born to middle-class parents in a small town. Anchorage, AK to be precise. When he was sixteen, on top of a small invention, he earned an inheritance from a relative. In three years, he went from a common, McDonalds-working teenager to the top 5 richest in America. Unlike most people who got rocketed so quickly, he managed to stay at the top, eventually purchasing a black-marble mansion outside L.A. Rumors said the house was haunted, and who would be surprised? With black marble inside and out, ruby-eyed skull knockers on the doors and identical torch sconces on the walls. Worst of all, moving a large statue in the foyer revealed a pentagram built into the floor. He loved it, and it became the center of monthly wargames that took place on the estate. Appearance Name Josefina Perez Age 18 Turns on strong but gentle men, open-mindedness, multi-linguism, curvy women Turns off roughness, smugness, stupidity. Sexuality bisexual Bio Josefina Perez was born mute in Marcona, Spain, to wealthy plantation owners. She went into puberty early, at seven years old, and stopped growing at 10. Because of all these factors, she was always picked on at school, and so took to martial arts. With her talent for dancing and soccer, she soon mastered Capoeira, a rare thing for women. When she turned sixteen, she left home for transfer schooling in America. That was where she met Micah Brewster, who served as her host. Appearance Height 4'9. Build athletic. Measurements 28DD-26-32. Skin Tone pale. Eyes large, liquid, chocolate brown. Hair Color black. Length waist. Style Loose. Other thick, straight, silky.
Thread: The Resort(Profiles.)

Name Yukie Hasegawa Age 19 Turns on Strong women, curvy women, nice butts, spanking and pegging Turns off Rude women, stupidity Sexuality Straight Bio A young student at one of Japan's most famed universities, Yukie Hasegawa has a brilliant mind and a calm personality. Born in Sapporo, Japan, to a wealthy family, Yukie was a loser in school, often bullied to no end, but in high school, decided to strengthen himself up and stand up to his adversaries. He worked out and trained himself in martial arts, but sharpened his mind alongside his body. Now he is in college, thanks to good grades and his father's deep pockets. He is friends with the Matsurmotos, and tagged along with them. Secretly, he has a crush on Amari. Appearance Yukie is extremely tall and somewhat slender, but by no means a skinny weakling. He is toned and muscular, but not overly bulky or with bulging muscles. His face is feminine in appearance and he has very little body hair, but despite that, carries an aura of strength to him. His hair is jet black and silky, and his eyes are a dull brown, he has well-toned, but pale skin. Appearance
Thread: The Resort(Profiles.)

Namesummer Jones Age19 Turns onhot men and sweets and sexy girls Turns offthe smell of fiable and ugly guys and ugly girls Sexualitybi sexual Bio summer lived on a ranch but she was more into sex and stripping then helping her family with horse breeding. She told her parents she wanted to be a dancer so she was taking dance classes but that was a lie to cover up her working out at a strip joint. Apparence Eyes light blue Hairlong down the middle of her back and blonde .she wears it down. Skin.white with a nice tan ClothsA black lather jacket with a purple low cut tee with dark blue jeans. Shoes black leather boots that go to her knees.
Thread: The Resort(Profiles.)

Name Haven Age 19 Turns on men who take control, spanking, large penises, nice boobs, foreplay Turns off ignorance, brute force Sexuality bi sexual Bio As a child haven grew up in a small town. She was one of the most gorgeous girls and was always hit on by the local boys. One bot got a little to sure of himself, but when she tried to decline his affections it turned violent. She couldn't call it rape exactly since she took to much guilty pleasure from the experience. Since then she has been an adamant member of many different strip clubs. Appearance
Thread: The Resort(Profiles.)

Name Daniel Taylor Age 22 Turns on when the girl squeezes the guy's back, Turns off Scat, Gore Sexuality straight Bio He is a massage therapist working at the resort, taking particular pleasure in erotic massage of the female guests. Appearance Black hair, blue eyes, blue boardshorts, white shirt
Thread: The Resort(Profiles.)

Name Lucid Creed Sex Male Age 16 Turns on rough sex, sexual torture, BDSM, vore Turns off scat, golden shower Sexuality Bi with a heavy male preferance Job Waiter, Cabana boy Bio having been born on the streets of new york he had to fend for himself and juggle still goin to school. Now for summer break he's gotten a job at the resort. Appearance
Thread: You Know The Song That Goes Like... (RTP's RP Ideas)

I'd be interested in your assassin RP, if it's still open.
Thread: You Know The Song That Goes Like... (RTP's RP Ideas)

Felicien frowned down at the young girl. So young. Too young for her life-style. He had been running surveillance when he and his partner Archard had spotted the young girl. They didn't know how she had gotten there, but her clothes made it very obvious that she was an Italian assassin. One of the very people that Felicien and his like had been trained from a young age to kill. They had always been taught the Italian ring was full of deadly, blood-thirsty monsters. Yet here she was, totally defenseless, and with the look of her wound it had not been a Bras Militaire Military Arm blade that had done her this horrible wound. The three triangularly oriented blades would have been unmissable if that had been the case. No, the Bras de Bibliothque Library Arm had taught Felicien well that this was an Italian blade which had been drawn against her. Under the glow of the early rising sun, her scarlet-red blood seemed to sparkle on the shingles of the roof. Leave her. Archard spoke plainly from the opposite side of her. We can't Archard. You know. Felicien reprimanded the younger assassin. Why not? He asked curiously. Felicien shook his head, If there is descention amidst the Italian ranks, then the Bras de Bibliothque will wish to know about it, and so will the Master. You know this. So what do we do with her? Archard asked. We take her back with us. Felicien said. He placed a single gloved hand on her forehead. Who are you, little girl? He asked, with no response, Can you tell me who you are? She tried to respond, tried to form words, but in the end her attempt met with failure. She coughed, hacked, tensed up, and slipped in to total unconsciousness as Felicien pulled her in to his arms. Now, let's get her to the safe-house. Felicien ordered his companion. -------- The safe-house was a warm, homely affair. Nestled indiscreetly amongst middle-class housing it was a nexus point for local assassins of the Bras Militaire to receive orders from. From the outside, it was no different than a normal house, and the first floor or higher gave that appearance as well save for a well-hidden loft for roof access if necessary. It was the two basements that held the real secret. It was in the lower of the two where the young girl would find herself. Her room would be lit by candles, with a comfortable one-person cot that she was laying on. A tub for bathing rested in the far corner and there was a heavy wooden door with metal strips to prevent it from being kicked in by would-be raiders. A barred window let in the noon sunlight and a relaxing breeze that gave a very comfortable and at home feel to the place. She would awake with the distinct sensation of a drug-induced sleep and she would find that her bandages, while still sore, had obviously been tended to, and bandaged by somebody. Her clothes, freshly cleaned, were folded, and stacked on one of two chairs at the foot of the cot.
Thread: You Know The Song That Goes Like... (RTP's RP Ideas)

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Thread: x-- Drugs, Sex, and Rock 'n Roll

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Thread: x-- Drugs, Sex, and Rock 'n Roll

Does that sound good?
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What are really craving right now?
Thread: x-- Drugs, Sex, and Rock 'n Roll

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Thread: x-- Drugs, Sex, and Rock 'n Roll

I'd be interested in a MuseArtist idea did you have any plots in mind?
Thread: some fun ideas

your private messaging is disabled so I couldn't reply. but i was able to send my reply to your other account.
Thread: some fun ideas

Replied to the PM you sent me 3
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I may be interested in the Plural Marriage.
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I'd be intrested in 2099
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If you would i'd like to do 2099
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Is 2099 still open?
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Is the hunger games still open?
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Hey! I'll play Ashlee for you, I'll be your stripper, your pornstar or a member of your harem... I liked a couple of the others too but that's the kind of stuff thats up my, er, street! PM me? xx Precious
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Thread: My Gothic Goddess ((Femmedestroyer and Openots))

If you were to wander the darker, seedier corners of New York for awhile, you might just run across an ominous little dance club called The Dark. The title might not be that original, or creative, but it is entirely accurate. Once inside one is treated to an ambiance like none other. The floors and walls are made of a rare form of black marble, with seems so perfect one can barely tell they are there. White marble pillars rise to the ceiling spaced perfectly throughout the club, and from their bases, rose vines climb all the way to the top, where they join at the violet crystal chandelier. A bar made from exquisite redwood caters to nearly every taste imaginable, and from above the bar, various gothic themed bands delight the crowds with dark rhythms and a truly grim aesthetic. The main dance-floor in the center of the main area was lit only by black-lights. While the hallways, and VIP areas, were lit by actual torches. Velvet loveseats, corners piled with cushions, and private booths hidden by black curtains, all these things made for an exotically irresistible ambiance that continued to lure patrons night after night. Even though not a single patron can recall it having ever being built. The owner of this little dark haven is a tall, and nearly inhumanly beautiful woman who calls herself, Nightingale. She stands over six feet tall, long black hair hangs down as smooth as silk to her thighs. And vibrant green eyes betray wisdom beyond her years. She adorns herself simply, but elegantly, with only sparse jewelry, golden hoops for her ears, an onyx necklace, golden rings for her wrist. And the rest is an elegant one piece dress made of silk so fine it has no equal. It hangs from one shoulder, leaving her other bare, exposing her milky skin, tempting those who look upon her to dare test their luck on her graces. It hugs her body in all the right places, hinting at what lays beneath. Her chest stands out strongly, being heavy and firm, large enough to cause all men to stagger with desire. Her hips broad, and her waist almost too thin....almost. The dress has a fine slit running down her right thigh, so that in just the right positions, she is exposed almost up to the hip. Though she is well known to have eclectic tastes. Sometimes men, sometimes women. But everyone who shares her bed never returns the same as they were....almost as though no living being could ever compare, in an entire lifetime of passion, to that one transcendent night. But this night she is hungry, for youth. She stands above the band, in her private VIP lounge, staring off the balcony into the moving mass of people below. Searching for something that might catch her interest, her desires. For tonight she hungers, and that hunger is neither shallow, nor easily sated.
Thread: My Gothic Goddess ((Femmedestroyer and Openots))

Mia was still sitting at the bar. Normally she would have tried to order something with alcohol in it but she still had to go home after the band finished. Plus, after getting in without anyone checking for ID, she didnt want to push her luck. Maybe she could convince another person at the club to order her a drink. It wouldnt be too hard. Maybe find some man, bat her eyelashes at him, and then slip away after she got what she wanted. In a place like this, there were plenty of dark corners she could vanish into and then pretend like she never met him. Mia considered herself to be a lesbian, that is to say she found women attractive and found men to be not attractive. Of course, she did have male friends she just wouldnt sleep with them. The dark haired girl had been too busy lost in her own little world when Dathar approached her. Looking over, a blush crossed the pale cheeks as the lips pressed against her hand. Madam Nightingale? She blinked, trying to think if she knew anyone by that name. Judging by how the man was dressed he probably worked at the club, which meant oh shit. A thrill of panic blasted up the girls spine. He was taking her to meet the owner though it didnt sound like she was in trouble. All the while, Mia was sizing the man up. He certainly was quite pretty for a man. Right okay then. She murmured, slipping off of the stool before smoothing out her skirt. I think it would please me to meet Madam Nightingale, please lead the way ? Mia raised her brows almost playfully, waiting for the man to fill in the blank with his name. It was plainly obvious the girl had no idea she was talking to a god but then again, in a world where religion seemed to slowly be vanishing how would she? Mia didnt attempt to make any further small talk with the man as he led her up to Madam Nightingales private lounge, quietly wondering why the owner of the club would want to see her. As soon as the doors swung open, the girl looked around the room with a look of amazement. If she had thought the interior of the club had been lavish this small room easily put it to shame ten times over. The bright eyes took in the sight for a moment before looking over at Nightingale. For a moment, the girl was rendered speechless. She had honestly expected some older woman or well just not this. Stepping away from the doors as they swung shut behind her, she approached the woman, smoothing her skirt. Madam Nightingale? Mia asked her foot landing on the rug. Her eyes widened for a moment as how deep it was. Quickly, she cleared her head, trying not to get distracted. This gorgeous specimen wanted to be her host which if Mia knew anything about anything she might end up sleeping with this woman.
Thread: Z-Fuckers ((Femmedestroyer and Pinkbunny))

It had been hundreds of years since the Saiyan home world had been destroyed by the entity Frieza. It had taken all of those centuries for the various Saiyans scattered across the galaxy to regroup and form even a shadow of their former glory. Advanced genetic engineering, cloning, enhanced breeding programs, all these things had been employed to speed up the reconstruction process of their empire. Because of these programs, numerous 'special' Saiyans had been born. One might say the Saiyan spirit still lived on, and their motives had not changed much, but it was the details that mattered now. An entire generation of female Saiyans had been created, using some very tricky genetics to amplify and alter their reproductive process, a warrior was born that could impregnate almost any humanoid species, and produce absolutely pureblooded Saiyan offspring. Now rather than eradicating the life on worlds in order to sell them, they conquered planets in order to add their females to their breeding programs. In only months, these new Saiyans had shown breathtaking progress. Many of which, could achieve the legendary state of Super Saiyan, which at one point, was absolutely unheard of in females. Ex'Tania was one of these new Saiyans, and she had been chosen to undertake one of the most....personal tasks a Saiyan could except. The conquering, and harnessing of Earth and it's resources. For many years the fabled Z-fighters halted all attempts by even the greatest of foes. But those fighters had been dead for some time. And no promising progeny had risen, so the empire had deemed it time to harness the awesome combination of human and Saiyan DNA. As of that moment in time Tania was resting in her space capsule. The small spherical craft only just big enough for her and maybe one other smaller humanoid. She was meditating, preparing herself for battle. She forced her body to prepare by activating, and controlling her chemical response. Adrenal glands readied large quantities of adrenaline, while endorphins began to mass in her bloodstream. There was only twenty minutes until her arrival on earth. When that time came, she would be ready to crush the entire planet under her heel. She opened her eyes, showing the unusual green irises she possessed rather than the standard black. Her skin was deeply tanned, and very fine in complexion. Her black hair hung all the way down to her thighs in thick, spiky layers. She possessed a remarkable physique, being well muscled and toned, but retaining the voluptuous curves of a supermodel. And standing 6'4, she was quite an imposing figure. Truly, it would not be far off to say she was a god-like specimen. Especially considering that she was in fact one of those Saiyans whom had achieved what had so long been considered mere legend. Fifteen minutes until atmospheric entry. The navigations computer said softly. At that Tania smiled. She was ready, and she hoped for the sake of a good challenge, that the Earth was too.