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Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure He certainty did not seem awake, not fully. This was more a fugue state, barely conscious, and quite a bit hungover. He let her move his hands just a little bit, let her try to adjust, but then he became a little bit more aware and he took over physically. His hand tightened a bit more on her throat, holding her in place, his other hand moving down to her hips to jerk her back into place and he whispered something. At first it was hard to hear, at first it was impossible to make out with the motions of her Dad behind her. She could feel his arousal, pressing viciously now against her backside, and there was little doubt as to her Father's endowment. He was thick, hard, ready for more than just snuggling. The hand wrapped round her throat tightened again in a warning, cruel in a way she had never seen her father be and he whispered one word again, one word only. Monica. It was her Mother's name. He was dreaming of her perhaps, blacked out and nearly incoherent? Was he imagining that it was her near him in his distraught grief? Or was he perhaps even pretending and using sympathy to get more from flesh that he should never have touched? Surely not the latter, and by his breathing and the harshness of his motions, almost fumbling in a way it was more than likely that he was not quite aware. Perhaps in that drunken dream state he did not really know what he was engaging in with his little girl. Yet whatever it was he wanted more, he wanted more of her, and as she squirmed his strength became evident. Her Father was not some weak man, even in his older years he held a measure of strength that was frightening, and the hand on her hips and he tugged at her clothing so that he could bare her little ass. He wanted to feel her against him, wanted to feel warmth, and insistently he ensured that he did. A sigh came from him as his cock found her, found that sweet young rear, pressing along the crack of her bottom as he pushed her a little towards the bed. He did not try to enter her, did not try anything other than to grind. That might have been more lack of dexterity than anything, because while he was still strong as an ox...his motor skills were not necessarily up to par in his stupor. His lips kissed her throat once more, whispering her name...Don't move, don't move Monica...just shhh...fucking take it... Had this been something he'd done with her Mother? Had her Mother liked it? None of that seemed to matter as the hardened underside of her own Father's prick slid back and forth between the cheeks of her tight little rear. In the dead of night her Father was dry humping her in his sleep...how would he feel when he woke in the morning to find he had done so?
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure While Phoebe had managed to push one of his hand off of her breast, other still held her in place by a gentle pressure on her waist. He didnt seem awake to her but with what he was doing, she did want to wake him up. She wasnt exactly sure if that would make any difference because its not that he was sleeping, he was drunk and passed out so it wouldnt be of much use and it would be like talking to some wall. She did readjust when she was trying to move away but then she felt him tighter his grip around her throat, almost as if not choking her but keeping her in place, closer to him. She let out a gasp when he jerked her body back into him as if she was some tiny doll. Matter of fact, his legs bent over her, brushing along with hers as he started feeling her up, whispering something to her which she couldnt exactly make out. Her eyes opened and head lifted to find his hips grinding into her ass as if they were some teenager, trying to dry hump. Though, she did feel his member becoming alive right between her cracks while he tightened his grip around her throat in some warning and finally she heard him call for her mother. It was clear to her as to what was going on here. This whole time, he was thinking Phoebe was Monica and that smile that she noticed was because of that. She wondered if he was really imagining, believing that her mother was back. Perhaps, to him in his dream, she never left. Maybe, he misses this with her mother. She could feel him breathing warm air over her neck as he fumbled with the waist band of her shorts. Though, she reached for his hand to stop him, she was little too late and found him grasp her panties as well before he pushed them down her hipsjust a little so he can find the warmth of her bare ass. She realized he was a strong man, even in this state and the more she tried to move away to stop this, the more he became aggressive with her, pinning her to him on that bed. She gasped again, trying to pull away and turned a little to stop him, looking over her shoulders, Please stop.whatare you doing? She said as he started to actually grind against her ass to get some kind of satisfaction. She wondered if he knew what he was doing. And then again, he nuzzled into her throat, kissing her there and she moved so he wont leave any marks. At least, he had his pants on while he started to slide his length between her butt cheeks, sort of dry humping her but with my irregularities. And then again, he called her by her mothers name and told her not to move. Of course, Phoebe was freaking out and was trying to get away. What did you call me.? She asked again to see if hed actually come to his senses and answer her, nudging her head into his face a little to stop him from leaving any marks on her supple neck.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure She was starting to try to pull away from him and apparently her Father would have none of that. Oh, he definitely did not realize it was his young little girl underneath him, not quite yet. Yet the reactions she was giving, the motions she was making, were all the more alien to him than if he had known all along. His beautiful wife had never had problems playing this particular game, in fact had thrilled to it, had wanted him to pursue her in this manner. How many nights had they played this, where he held her down and forced himself on her, her whispering no fervently into the darkness as he pushed deep within her. He had been rather rough, but it had been the most gentle of their love making in truth. His beautiful Monica, his rape victim. Yet now, now she was giving off all the wrong signals. She was jerking and shoving, asking him questions that made no sense, and finally a bit of reason made it up through his stupor. This was not her. Slowly his eyes widened as he realized what was happening. He did not recoil completely in disgust, he was far too uncertain of the circumstances for that. Yet his hands didn't hurt her anymore, his fingers stopped clamping down onto her flesh as if she was nothing but an object. Worry entered his features instead, worry that he was doing something wrong...confusion. He shook his head just a little bit, the roughness of his face brushing over her throat as they still maintained their closeness. He did not pull away, his thick shaft still pressing through his clothing against her wonderfully soft rear. Slowly he licked his dry lips, trying to give life to his questions and uncertainties. His voice giving a hoarse sound as he asked the question...Monica? The smile was long gone in that moment. Her Father was not quite all there but he definitely was becoming aware that things were wrong. His hips stopped pressing as cruelly against her, his legs moving so that she had a bit more room. He could feel the fear, the uncertainty, in the woman underneath him and he kissed her shoulder as he tried to reconcile the past and the current state of affairs. Maybe, maybe this was just the wrong night? That must be it. Maybe she just had bad day, maybe she just wanted to take a break....that would make sense, then he wouldn't feel so bad, then he wouldn't feel like he was hurting her. His voice grew soft as he kissed her cheek, closing his eyes as he whispered. It's...it's okay...you just wanna sleep? He said, slurring the words.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure She had no idea how her mother had played this game but she knew how she would play it. This was wrong but she also knew that he wouldnt do this if he was in his senses. It was the booze that was clouding his judgement so she didnt blame him at all. Matter of fact, what just happened, she wasnt even going to bring it up to him next morning since he probably wouldnt remember it at all. She could never see her father being the rough guy and her mother liking it to a point where theyd play rape victim. It was odd and unusual. Good thing she didnt know anything about it. She found his hands ease up a little as his fingers stopped clamping down into her flesh. She could see him coming around but yet, confused. Though, it was only evident in the way he held her since the whole room was dark and barely could make out by silhouette. He certainly didnt pull away as his face was tucked into her throat, holding her close while his hips pushed into her. It was then, she heard him call HER by her mothers name. She was righthe was thinking it was his wife. She couldnt blame him, thats for sure. He finally gave her some space by pulling back his legs and then leaned in to kiss her shoulder. It wasnt long before he murmured a question, asking her if she wanted to just sleep. She didnt know whether to get out of bed or play along, given that hes calmed down. She certainly didnt want him to wake up fully and realized what he was doing with his daughter, only to add to his sorrows. Instead, she turned on her back, looking at him as she patted his hand, Thats rightgo to sleepda she paused and quickly corrected by addressing him by his first name, like her mother would, just because she thought that hell listen and comply if he thought it was Monica who was telling him.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure She said his name. Not the full given name, but the nickname. Harry. He heard it clear as a bell, finally seeing through some of the fog in his mind and he gave a slow kiss to her throat. She was so beautiful, his wife. So amazing. He could sleep knowing she was back. That was what really mattered in the end. That she was here with him in his dreams. That smile returned, languid and loving as he wrapped his arms around her and held that lithe body against his larger one. The legs slowly moved so that he no longer was attempting to straddle her, the feel of his prick against her backside still there but easing into something less...demanding. It was the type of moment that could have happened had he not been drunk. He complied, knowing that maybe in the morning his wife might wake up feeling better and want to maybe have more of him. That was when he fell asleep fully. What did he dream of in that final bliss? Who knew. Maybe it was just a way of having peace in a time when he had none? Maybe it was just a way of him having a breath of fresh air when he had not been given any space? Whatever it was, it was his daughter who had granted it to him even if he did not realize that fact. His daughter who lay in his arms, that he hugged and had nearly molested. His daughter who would always be there for him, unless the night's course of events had changed things between the two of them. His body slowly relaxed, the brow between his eyes smoothing out, and he exhaled a slow sigh before beginning to lightly snore....drifting off into a restful sleep.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure She didnt know why she used her name but she was thinking that if he was thinking that she was Monica, his wife, then hed surely listen to what she would tell him to do. He loved her and coming from MONICA, he would do anything to please her. It seemed though she was right as he gave a slow kiss on her throat while his hands wrapped around her body, pulling her into him but moving his legs back so he wasnt trying to straddle her. She felt his grip loosen on her as she could still feel him poking from behind her but he wasnt grinding anymore. She was a bit relieved as she lay there, in his hold as he started snoring and really fell asleep. She tried to move but his heavy hand on her had her pinned down. She ended up falling asleep as well. Since, she felt asleep way later than him, she was in her deep sleep even in the morning. Though, she felt relieved when he rolled over to the other side, as if he never hugged her and always kept distance between the two. She would know whats really happened at night, while, hed only keep guessing and call it a dream which can never come to reality.one where his wife was alive. She was planning to go meet her friends that day so it was only matter of time when shed wake up and tell him how she was going to spend some time with friends and will be out late.
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A pompeii like movie spin off.
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RE Pompeii spin off - me and rskde War came over the land and the young princess was told that she needed to be moved to help protect her posterity. The kingdom was invaded more than once and her father had been killed from one of them. Her brother was now acting king and he required that she be moved. It's dangerous, you're not staying here. You're going to the next kingdom over. There you will marry the price and continue our bloodline. I will act as King here and hopefully stop this war. Her brother was foolish to think she would just instantly fall for a man because he told her to. She went none the less though, assigned several guards, one of which was a young gladiator. She strained her neck out of the horse carriage just to see the man. He was quite amazing looking she'd never seen a gladiator that close before. She leaned back into the carriage and waited. It was a couple days into the trip and bandits attacked her caravan. During the altercation they had come close to getting to her, but in the way stood her gaurds.
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RE Pompeii spin off - me and rskde A young boy, nearly the age of seventeen by the time the next moon rises, he lives in a small village outside of the great Pompeii where he is expected to work the lands that his fathers had created for him to one day take the responsibility of farming. But now he is one of the princesses personal guards, his heart beats out of his chest as he stands guard around the carriage with the other guards. He spins his spatha before beating it against his shield. He wears a helmet that covers most of his face, more Greek style than anything and armor that leaves his chest bare, as gladiators really never received much protection. The first bandit swings at him, the boy raises his shield and feels the vibrating force of the bandit's sword crashing down on to his metal shield. He spins and recovers quickly, flipping his spatha again before striking against the bandit, his fighting style is odd as he uses his left hand for his sword and his right for his shield, so the swing from his spatha comes from the left, cleanly slicing along the bandits stomach. The boy moves on to the last bandit on his side, who strikes at him with ferociousty. He raises his shield before bashing it against the nose of the man, and then stabbing through his chest once the man had fallen, a spray of red mist erupting from the man's chest. He jogs to the other side of the carriage, where the fight had already ended, his chest is covered in blood and his spatha is unclean, he spins it again before sliding it into the sheath at his side. He leans against the carriage and takes his helmet off, running a hand down his face with a sigh.
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RE Pompeii spin off - me and rskde A warrior, through and through, she couldn't watch him kill and averted her eyes as the bandits were slain. It was the first time she'd see his helmet off and she wasn't disappointed. She felt quite bad for looking at such a man in this way, seeing as he was a village man called to defend her. She pulls a rag from her box and hands it to him. clean yourself up soldier... She said softly. A very slight smile to that. She was so protected at her castle that she wished sometimes she could get out, do something different, be someone different. The men were still transporting her to the new place where she would be forced to marry a man she had no interest in. She was a princess after all, and during this time princesses had little to no choice in what they were to do, their king, usually a father or brother or husband, had all the say. She found herself wishing for more, hoping for more, needing more. Needing him. She wiped that thought from her mind. No one was around her where he was leaning on the carriage, she smiled at him slightly and pulled back into the carriage as they started up the horses once again.
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RE Pompeii spin off - me and rskde He takes the rag and nods, not looking her in the eyes, he is of no social standard to do that anyway. He cleans the blood of the fallen from himself and then grabs his spatha from its sheathe and runs the blade across the rag, he disposes of it as to not bother royalty with his problems and he continues walking once the caravan was on its way. He didn't want to be here, being forced to fight for Rome when he didn't want to was alright, but the fact that they barely trained him and expected him to be a slave of entertainment for this princess and whoever else has the drachmas to afford such a spectacular, so of course they trained him, and one day he might just earn his freedom, become an actual legionary instead of a petty fighter who doesn't even have the status for a chest plate much less a non Greek helmet, even though he enjoyed the feeling of it, the helmet just seemed to be spitting on him, on the fact he is a Roman, as if whoever had given it to him had marked him lesser than a Roman, a Greek.
Thread: Not sure where to place a thread

So I had an idea for a thread where people can share openers for rp's that never went anywhere. The idea was to get feedback on posts, show off pieces of writing we are proud of, and maybe even attract new partners with a already ready to go plot. Not sure if this would go in ConCrit Idea Development or Forum Games, or even in request threads. What should I do?
Thread: Not sure where to place a thread

If they're dead RPs, and you want to post them to discuss them, not to recruit for them, concrit would be your spot.
Thread: Not sure where to place a thread

Thank you, that makes sense.
Thread: Kitkat come back

I'm itching for a Peter Pan role play strangely enough. Maybe just an interesting take on it.
Thread: Sword Art Online RP

Bump. Please join, people! I really want to do this!
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I'd happily join this! I'd probably play either kirito or an OC, or both.
Thread: Sword Art Online RP

YES! A taker! I'd gladly have you play Kirito, and I wouldn't mind an OC either. If you're interested, I can outline my ideal plot, and we can build from there. I'll send you a pm.
Thread: Sword Art Online RP

Bump. We have 2, including myself. Still looking for more! Also, playing more than 1 character is okay! We have someone willing to play Kirito and an OC. I will be playing an OC as well, and possibly someone from REACH.
Thread: Sword Art Online RP

An update We now have 3 people total. Waiting to see if a 4th is coming. Now setting up OOC thread.
Thread: Sword Art Online RP

I'm player 3. Just so I know, game wise is Fatal Sword a more brutal version of SAO? Or maybe something similar to Dark Souls or Blood Borne?
Thread: Sword Art Online RP

It's only brutal because of the situation. It's intended to be like SAO, but because of REACH's plot, it's not exactly what it's marketed to be.
Thread: Sword Art Online RP

Alright, that makes sense. So would my PC being a Sword and shield tank fit well?
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Yea, it does. sorry for late reply
Thread: The Dungeon Age (Wingshadow & I)

Closer and closer the King Slime and its underlings, the young boy's hopeless state seemingly egging them onward with greater and greater speed and determination, to put a swift and painful end to the young adventurer who had dared to venture so deep within the mighty and ominous dungeon. The King Slime's massive body swung back for a brief moment then lunged forward with its full force, the ensuing impact which would doubtless render the boy unconscious if not instantly fatal. The attack, however, never landed. Instead, its entire body slid apart into six even, wedge-like slices which divided and splattered against the wall, missing the boy entirely. Had the boy's eyes been open at that very moment, he would have seen a brief flash of intersecting lines of light, as three nearly simultaneous blows landed upon the slime king, sliding clean through its jellylike body. There before him stood a young woman, several years his senior, with a gleaming, angelic appearance. A pair of short yet magnificent wings sprouted from between her shoulder blades, the soft feathers emitting a dim yet warm glow. Her polished armor gleamed with an otherworldly light, along with her wide kite shield and magnificent long sword. Her eyes were pale and calm, without the slightest hint of anger or aggression within them, as if the serenity of heaven itself resided within those eyes of hers. She turned and faced him before speaking in a soft voice, ...What are you doing here? Where you trying to die? Her tone carried more genuine curiosity than anything else, devoid of the usual harshness or derision that would commonly accompany such words. Leave, and do not return unless you become a true adventurer, she instructed him, This place is not for the weak of body or of mind... You have much life left in you, so it would be wise for you not to toss it aside in such a careless manner. Sheathing her sword, she reached her gloved hand toward him to help him to his feet, True power is the strength to protect those around you, but foolishness drives the weak to pretend they are strong.
Thread: Story-driven smutty roleplays! (f/f and f/m inside!)

RE Looking for Roleplays! ff or fm General Pairings Fantasy and non-fantasy varieties. Escortclient EscortFriend - maybe the friend discovers what they do and wants to find a way to help them out of it? Friends with benefits Friendfriend's Sibling Friendfriend's Partner Bridebridesmaid or maid of honour Ex-partners PregnantFather Caring domsub ddlg maybe? Vampireslayer Vampirehuman Best friends Coworkers College studentcollege student Step-siblings closest to incest I'll get Fuck BuddyWanting More More things as well