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Thread: When 'Dad' is away (ShepardandtheHawke & Fadereaper)

He looked at his mother who was shivering, still gripping the bed tightly in her hands as he rested his body on her own. His own pressing her into the bed as her large breasts were flattening against it, squishing under his weight as she could feel his hard cock still ready as it rested between her ass and their plush cheeks which were in the air. Rubbing it enthusiastically between them as he looked down at her, raising a hand he brought it down and collided with her soft rear end. He could feel it quiver as he spanked her aggressively with his hand before using it to line his cock up with her body, I did come already but as you can feel I am still quite aroused. He grinned as he brought down another spanking slap on her ass, enjoying the domination aspect it brought. She could feel the head slipping between her already filled lips as he aligned it properly, and with it secure within her loins he licked his lips and started to slide the hard cock head into her again. She could feel it all over again, her walls spreading around him as they began to re-align after their mutually powerful orgasms. I am far from sated mom, and I think you and I are yet to have a lot more fun together! He declared loudly as she could feel it happen all over again, this time it wasn't slow, it was rough and rapid with little ceremony. She could feel him stuff himself back in her, his hands ensnaring in her hair as he pushed her against the bed. His starting to pump as he started to ride her doggy style, a more firm position of domination to be sure. He held her against the bed, his body rocking as he rode her with successive thrusts of his hips into her used body.
Thread: What the hell is going on? Part 2

Excuse me, are you alright? The question shook me back to the present. Id gradually got used to shop assistants calling me Mrs Wherry. Some even commented how unusual it was. Id found myself forced to use Wherry as my name. Online orders, for example, required the purchasers billing name and address. Even in shops it was easier to use the name on the card. How else could I explain why I had a different name without arousing suspicion? So more and more of my post came in my new name. Some because it related to my accounts, some because I had had to use the name, and the rest because someone was arranging for it to be sent to me. It would not have come as a surprise to find the name on my door at work changed, but it wasnt. There, I was still Ms Chandler. At least for the moment. Having two identities can be useful. Ive got to admit that I got a secret thrill out of using a false name, like I was some secret agent or a criminal on the run. But that didnt stop me wondering. What was going on? Who was doing this? And just as important why were they doing it? There had to be a point, surely. It couldnt just be some kind of joke or experiment. Could it? That was what I was pondering as I sipped my coffee in Starbucks. Excuse me, are you alright? I turned to the man sitting at the next table. Sorry, I said, I was distracted. What did you ask? I asked if you were OK. I wouldnt have spoken, only you look like somethings troubling you. You wouldnt believe it if I told you, I replied. Try me, he said. So I did. And that, I concluded, is why I am puzzled. Who is doing this and why? He moved across to join me at my table. Maybe those are the wrong questions, he suggested. Really? What question would you ask then? How? he replied. Work out how the person got the name changed on your accounts and that may tell you who did it and that may help you understand why. Ive thought about the how bit, but I just dont understand it. It would take a lot of technical expertise to be able to forge my new cards to work just like the old ones and then get into my accounts online and change my name there. That would require access to all sorts of specialist equipment to print the cards and insert the data. The guy laughed. Youre trying to make this too complicated. The how bit, as you call it, is real easy. OK, I said, tell me how, but first tell me your name. Thats even easier, he grinned. Im Andrew Antrim. Call me Andy. And what shall I call you? Call me Dona, I smiled. And then tell me how this could be organised so easily. TO BE CONTINUED
Thread: Mile high Club with a twist (Bethany Farrel x Simont)

The flight had just started and already my feet were killing me. Standing at 5'8 and 117 lbs, my 34b breasts were straining against the tight fitting bra and blouse. As is customary I had to wear the blue jacket and scarf around my neck too. I took my tray and walked down the isle again. My area was the first class cabin. Many other girls envied my job, but my seniority got me assigned to whichever routes I wanted. I passed by the snoozing middle aged men, the young men affixed to their laptops and portfolios, and the smart looking business women. My heels clicked by on the isle floor offering them drinks and snacks, and out of the corner of my eye I saw an attractive business lady reading. Mmmm what a nice distraction from the high powered testosterone... I stop to ask Would you like anything Ma'am? I bend low to speak to her, showing some of my cleavage and wafting my perfume at her....
Thread: Looking for Chaos (Black Crusade)

Just realized, should have my character mechanics, though there would be a few cybernetic items I'd want to grab, so going to leave the additional purchases for when a GM is interested. Matthais Dark Forge Human Heretek Wounds 15 Alignment Unaligned Pride Craftsmenship Failing Dread Motivation Arcane Weapon Skill WS 22 2 Ballistic Skill BS 22 2 Strength S 22 2 Toughness T 45 4 Agility Ag 28 2 Intelligence Int 60 8 Perception Per 50 5 Willpower WP 40 4 Fellowship 45 4 Infamy Inf 25 2 Corruption 4 Skills Common Lore Adeptus Mechanicus, Tech, War, Koronus Expanse, Linguistics Low Gothic, Trade Archaeologist, Armourer, Logic, Tech Use10, Doge, Forbidden Lore Archeotech, Scholastic Lore Chymistry, Medicane, Survival. Traits The Quick and the Dead, Mechanicus Implants, Traitor to Mars, Unnatural Intelligence 2. Talents Die Hard, Weapon Training Las, Primary, Shock, Power, Mechandrite training Utility, Total Recall, Lesser Minion of Chaos, Enemy Adeptus Mechanicus. Armory Weapons Best Craftsmenship Lascarbine, Common Craftsmenship Power Axe Armor Light Carapace Armor Gear Unholy Unguents, Combi-tool, dataslate War Gear Cybernetics Good Craftsmenship Cerebral Implants, Good Craftsmenship Embedded Auspex, Common Craftsmenship Luminen Capacitors, Utility Mechadendrite. Experience SpentTotal Experience 8501000 Alignment Advances Khorne 0 Nurgle 2 Slaanesh 1 Tzeentch 0 Lesser Minion Skull Guardian Wounds 2 Movement Hover 4 Laspistol 30m, S, 1d102E Weapon Skill 01 Ballistic Skills 30 Strength 01 Toughness 10 Agility 25 Intelligence 01 Perception 30 Willpower 01 Fellowship 01 Loyalty 55 Skills Awareness0, Doge0, Stealth0, Psyniscience0. Traits Hoverer 4, Machine 2, Size 2 Talents Weapon Training Las, Deadeye Shot, Unremarkable, Combat Sense, Heightened Sense Sight.
Thread: Era Academy (Felilla and Silverknight)

Lacie did not expect to enter a school, only to have her clothes ripped off and her arms and legs tied to a bed with coarse thick rope. She squirmed uncomfortably in the bed, her legs spread apart and a gag stuffed into her mouth. Tears stung her eyes. What kind of school was this? Her eyes roamed around the room, seeing several toys. She wondered what was going to happen to her. The door creaked open and a boy around her age stepped in.
Thread: Era Academy (Felilla and Silverknight)

Ichrio walked around for a moment, he knew what was going on, he knew the ways of the school that he was in and he knew as a male in the said school what his responsibilities were as well. The blue haired young man been at the school for a year, a year where he learned much about the school, and how it worked as well. He had a fun first year, but he knew that this the second year, he was going to end up with a different female then he had the first year that he was at the school. He was given a number of the room that the woman happened to be in at the moment. He just had to walk to the said room and walk in and look at what he was going to have at least to start off the year with. He walked to find the woman in the room. His eyes looked over the woman as he walked into the room. He looked at the brown haired young woman, and smiled, as he looked over her curves, they were so easy to see without any clothes on and how she was spread over the bed, there was little to the imagination. His blue eyes scanned the soft body of the brunette as he walked closer to her and then paused as he looked at her and then ran his hands over her body, she was so well prepared for him to claim her right then and there. He took his fingers and ran them over her legs gently pressing and rubbing slowly closer and closer to her womanhood as he watched her reactions. He knew why she was here and why he was here as well and he was going to enjoy testing out the brunette toughly.
Thread: Era Academy (Felilla and Silverknight)

Lacie watched the boy approach, wishing she could cover herself up. He walked closer and closer and started touching her. She shivered under his hand. As he continued moving up the smooth skin of her leg, she suppressed the urge to both cry and to moan.
Thread: Era Academy (Felilla and Silverknight)

He looked at her as he watched her movements, she must not of know the nature of the school, when she got there, he smiled as he looked over her curvy body. She was a natural beauty, a beauty who was so very tempting, He ran his fingers up slowly over her soft skin till he managed to press his finger tips against her womanhood. He watched her reactions to his touches ever so closely. He knew that he could learn a lot about her as he knew if he learned the touches she liked he would be able to really mess with her mind. He also knew that she was going to be tight most likely this woman had never been with a woman and that would cause her to be tighter then most others. He wanted to loosen her up before he took her there on that bed for the first time. His blue eyes looked over her body as he knew that she was completely defenseless against all of the touches he applied to her. His fingers pushed up and down over her womanhood moving over it firmly as he looked at her and then he knew that this was going to have a great effect on her, heck he could feel a bit just how much it was effecting her.
Thread: Looking to explore F x F

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Thread: Welcome to the Velvet Room {Open to M and F}

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Thread: After Gym Class (Lounger x Ms River)

Aric was one of those guys that never quite managed to completely fit in anywhere in the High School social structure, the type who was overlooked or simply forgotten about if he wasn't right there. He wasn't terrible at sports, he was good enough to avoid being picked on by the jocks, but not quite good enough to make any of the teams. He was studious enough to keep his grades at an acceptable enough level to keep his parents and teachers off his back, but not so much that he drew attention with Straight As or got lumped as a nerd. He wasn't bad looking, good enough to avoid any laughs or looks of revulsion from the girls, but not hot or cute enough to make their hearts skip a beat or to be the subject of secret whispers and longing. In short, Aric fell through virtually every social crack that existed in a town and school like this. Of course that could have its advantages as well. He avoided the radar of the jocks and bullies who were out to get everyone, he was never hassled when staff or students wanted volunteers for some meaningless school activity that, at heart, nobody involved with wanted to do, and of course he tended to have the ability to come and go more or less as he pleased. Overall, for now Aric figured it was a good life, one that would get him through High School more or less unscathed until he could get to college and hopefully find somewhere to fit in a little better. Not that he wasn't already looking for ways to improve his situation of course, what person wouldn't? Just because he was content didn't mean he didn't want better. It just meant he didn't expect it. Of course, the best things that happen to you are rarely the ones you expect. The afternoon had started out like most any other, school finishing, students hurriedly wanting to get away as fast as possible, Aric among them. Unfortunately for him, his plans for a quick getaway were cut short. His last class of the day had been gym class, and as if that weren't unfortunate enough it was him who got landed with the job of putting the equipment away, despite having little to no idea where most of it went. Had had a little bit of luck, a lot of the equipment just went around the edge of the gym hall, but there were a few mats leftover that he just had no idea about. Aric found himself wandering the hallways around the gymnasium for a little while, before eventually finding himself in some tucked away corner, from the looks of things people didn't come to this part of the school much. Finally though he found what looked like the large door of a storage cupboard. Finally He moved for the door in order to open it up, intending to prop the doors open so he could drag the mats inside. When he did open up the doors though he just froze up, staring into the large storage room, mouth hanging open, eyes wide and staring at what he had come across.
Thread: Maping Aincrad (Malin and Saphir)

A young man was breathing heavily taking a moment to rest. His body felt heavy as his lungs heaved. His short light brown hair was dripping sweat, and he felt like he hadn't run so hard in ages. He glanced around the corners of the dungeon walls, seriously regretting his choices in life. He wasn't overly tall or short rather just an average height of about 5'8 and right now his hazel eyes were currently scared for their life. Kai was currently holding a short sword on one hand, with a buckler in the other. His build was all about mobility which was why he had been able to out run the enemies in the area, but that had also somehow put him even deeper into the dungeon, and now he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to get out of this situation alive. Everything screamed danger now, and even as he breathed heavily he didn't dare to bring up the menu or else have a chance to fall into another trap or ambush while unable to defend himself. It had been three months now since Sword Art Online had begun, and the people who had logged on that first day of release had been trapped inside the game. If you die in the game the headset that you were plugged into in the real world apparently fried your brain, killing you. It was a fate he had unfortunately witnessed one to many times on the first floor, and so he had thought that he could go at it alone. That had been the first dumbest idea Kai had. The second was that he became a scout. 'Map data' was worth a lot of cash to people. Buying and selling the hard work of scouts became almost necessary in a world like this. Not just when it came to floor dungeons, but side adventures and even just fields. If you could find secrets, hidden doors, and enemy locations then you could make a lot money off of that. It was also one of the most dangerous jobs you could have because not only were scouts completely blind in their work, they had to survive hidden doors, traps, and enemy locations. Most needed to work in a team, but Kai had thought there was more profit in this job if he could work alone. And now his health was in the orange, and he had no more healing items. Yeah... this stupid plan was stupid. Off in the distance he could hear the chittering of lizard people. The monsters in this dungeon were particularly tough, and had been almost everywhere. This entire dungeon had become a battle of attrition that he was starting to think he couldn't afford.
Thread: The Crown Prince (DudeMeister and LaBellaMia)

The tranquil calm of the morning was interrupted by pained grunts, and the sounds of boots splashing in mud. Vincent gasped for breath as he ran, his hand grasping the shaft of an arrow that pierced his shoulder. His parents and the castellan warned not to hunt alone, but he'd have none of it. He was groomed to be a warrior king, and was stubborn as an ox. That decision would cost him however, when a routine early morning boar hunt turned into a heated conflict against brigands. The prince preferred to stalk his prey dismounted, so he couldn't run away. Instead the war sword that he always wore claimed the hand of one of his foes before he turned away to flee their overwhelming numbershowever he ended up running right into a loosed arrow, hence his current predicament. The wavy dark brown hair stuck to his sweaty brow as he claimed a momentary respite, leaning against a tree. Grunting he twisted the cruel arrowhead out of the meat of his sword arm, but no sooner had he relieved himself of the shaft did his wound begin to bleed out, a river of red staining his brown tunic. Hearing rustling in the bushes, Vincent turned to see a pair of men, one brandishing an axe whilst the other held a bow of blackened yew. Pressing his back against the tree, he hoped to conceal himself from his assailants, but no sooner than he did, he was met with a man wielding a knife. The blade slashed against his face, leaving a scar that he would bear for the rest of his life should he survive. Gritting in pain, he raised his sword and hewn at the man full of wrath, the honed edge imbedding itself into his skull. With that done, he began to run towards the furious rapids of the river. Luck was not with him, as he heard the grunting of the man chasing him with his axe raised. Deciding to take his chances instead of meeting his end with an axe in his back, he turned and slashed horizontally, spilling the mans intestines on the dirt. As he turned he heard the thrum of a bowstring, and felt the shocking pain of an arrow piercing his calf. His run was reduced to a pitiful limp as he fled for his life, his prized sword dropping from his hand as he dove into the raging river. A hail of arrows followed him, but all became shafts of driftwood once they pierced the surface of the water. He gasped for air as he resurfaced and swam for all he was worth, his lungs feeling like they were about to explode as his arm and leg bled into the water. After what felt like an eternity of pumping his arms and legs, his hand pounded into the dirt of the opposite shore. Out of the range of arrows, the young prince was safe for now. Pulling himself to the surface, he struggled to stand, but found himself weakened from the conflict. Turning to his back, his clothes clung to his stout body as his gasped for breath. His world turned dark as his life began to slowly pump out of his open wounds.
Thread: The Crown Prince (DudeMeister and LaBellaMia)

As the prince laid wet and dying upon the river bank, he felt his breathing grow shallower with each passing second. As the darkness took him, he felt himself grow cold, and felt his aching body become weightless. Was this what happened one you died? Strangely enough, instead of cursing the gods for being cut down in the prime of his life, he came to accept his fate. He only wished that he could've lived longer to assume the throne and rule his country. Despite his shortcomings, Vincent always resolved to rule his land justlyand if he had to die, he would die in battle in a blaze of glory. Instead he met his end at the hands of brigands, to craven to take him on in a fair fight. His musings were cut short as his world turned to light, a far an angelic voice consoling him in his final moments of his mortal coil. ------ What do you mean you failed?!?!? Percival boomed, knocking over a flagon of wine in a blind fury. Well, we jumped him while his was hunting, but he was rather tough for a prince. Done chopped up Gaston's arm before he bolted off. Poor bastard died before we could stop the bleeding the sellsword said. Soyou done nothing when that little shit cut down your man? You didn't even try to pursue him? Our man got an a few arrows in him, but he just kept running. He brained another one of ours before he made for the river. Our man got a few more arrows in him though. No way he'd survive that the sellsword lied. I didn't pay you leave anything to chance. You have your men search the riverbanks for that bastard's corpse or I'll have your head. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!! Percival yelled The sellsword nodded and bolted upon his dismissal. Percival wiped his blond locks out of his face before he began to brood about the failure of Vincent's demise. If he should survive, chances were that he'd just think it was an ambush. But than again, the prince was smarted than he looked ------ Vincent stirred as the first golden rays of sun filtered through the shutters. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking the blur from his vision, he struggled to sit up. His mouth was dry and raspy, and his shoulder and leg cried out in pain from where he took the arrows. He slowly turned his head towards his shoulder, and noticed the poultice that was applied to his wound. Lifting his hand to touch it, he winced in sudden pain before he noticed the woman at his bedside. Had she tended to his wounds? Glancing over to her, he couldn't help but notice what a beauty she was. With her auburn locks framing her face, that slim figure that rounded into a buxom chest, she'd be a catch for any man. My ladydid you bring me here? he asked