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Thread: A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

Ah, so she had taken the bait. George set his cane in front of him, leaning against it in a nonthreatening stance. May I be bold with you, my dear? he inquired, his tone friendly and casual. His bearded lips twitched upwards in a deeper smile as he continued. I am in a precarious position, as are you. My wife has always wanted a child to call her own, as our firstborn was taken during childbirth in an unfortunate tragedy. And it is because of this tragedy that she has placed herself in a state of perpetual abstinence, which has proved to leave me feeling neglected in my marriage. Thus, my proposal is a simple one, he explained. The admiral cleared his throat before concluding, Return to my home with me and my wife and I shall take you in as our ward. You will be treated as our own child would have been, but in return, I would like you to allow me to have you. And I apologize if I come off as crass, but I am a far kinder lover than the violent and predatory sort that lurk about these streets in search of beautiful young flowers such as yourself.
Thread: A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

George nodded curtly, offering his arm to her. Very good, then. He took her dainty hand in one of his large ones, tucking her hand in the crook of his arm and beginning to walk down the street. For the Admiral, the walk to the large Victorian manor was quicker than ever before as his mind raced with anticipation at what was to come. Both parties were fortunate with this agreement George was going to have his needs satisfied by a beautiful young woman, and while she satisfied him, he could teach her so many things and pleasure her in ways that few other men could. He was well experienced when it came to pleasuring women, as he had had a variety of many in his life, and he wished to make this as enjoyable to her as it would surely be to him. When they reached the countryside manor, a large Victorian building with manicured lawns and acres of gardens near the surrounding woods, he stopped to explain, My wife is away for the week visiting family in Liverpool. I shall write to her tonight so shell be aware of your presence, which I know will delight her. May I ask your name, child?
Thread: A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

Such a lovely name. Very befitting for a beautiful young woman, he replied kindly, leading her inside the massive home. And I am George Abrams. You may call me father, Mister Abrams, or sir. You may choose. He relinquished her hand from his arm before calling out, Meredith! to which a short, round but very kind-looking woman bustled out of the corridor to. Meredith, George greeted, gesturing to Mary. This is Mary, and I have taken her in. She is to be considered a child of mine and will be treated as such. Now, please draw her a bath and find her some suitable clothes. He turned to the young girl, adding, After you have been cleaned up, you will join me in the dining room for dinner, yes? With a kind smile, Meredith took Mary up the winding staircase to one of the many elegant bedrooms within the Abrams manor to tend to her, as George retired to the impressive dining room, taking a seat at the head of the table as he waited for the young woman to join him.
Thread: A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

It took all of the Admirals willpower not to let his jaw fall unhinged as he saw Mary enter, a vision of absolute radiance and beauty. The dress framed her figure perfectly, and she resembled a church painting of an angel. Splendid, he replied, watching her fondly as she sat down. Tonight I believe we will be having mutton chops and steamed vegetables. You may join me in partaking in some brandy, if you wish, George added, taking a sip from his glass as several servants entered the dining room, carrying plates with delicious food. They were served and, after they left, George gestured for her to begin eating. Do not rush yourself, dear, he cautioned. This food is rather rich and I doubt youve eaten well. He watched her as she ate, downing the rest of his glass of brandy before pouring himself another. Tell me, Mary, he began after a moment, wiping his bearded lips with a linen napkin. Have you ever been taken by a man before?
Thread: A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

George nodded knowingly, leaning back in his chair and running a hand over his beard thoughtfully. He was by no means naive, and the fact that she had had relations with another man or men was not surprising to him. If anything, it meant that she would not have to be adjusted as a virgin would, though he would still take his time in preparing her. There was no point in having her if she wasnt going to enjoy it as he did. Yes, you are quite right, he replied. Your lifestyle was surely not an easy one. But I am sure you will find this much more to your liking. The Admiral ate some more of his meal in pensive silence before continuing, Surely those men were not interested in pleasing you though, yes? If you are to be my lover, it would obviously be to my benefit to make it as pleasurable for you as I can. Ive found that one is more eager to please when they are to be pleased in return. With a smile, George finished his meal and stood, leaving her to the remains of her food. You may eat as much as you wish. When you are finished, you are to come to my room. It is the final room on the top floor of the east wing.
Thread: A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

George retired to the bedroom he had once shared with his wife. She had since taken up residence in another room of the house to safeguard against giving into any urges she may have had to have sex with her husband. He shrugged off the naval jacket and let it drape over the edge of the chair that he sat him, leaving him in his trousers, suspenders, and dress shirt. Taking pen in hand, he wrote a letter to his wife, detailing the fact that he had taken in a young destitute girl that was to be their daughter. Knowing his wife would be pleased, he sighed off on the piece of paper and put it into an addressed envelope, lighting a fire in the large hearth as he waited for Mary to arrive. When she did, she was every bit as lovely as when he had left her, and the food had brought a healthy glow to her skin. Standing, he closed the door behind her and ushered her into the room, taking her by her delicate hands and leading her over to the large four-poster bed. Lay down, he instructed gently, pulling his suspenders off of his shoulders and unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt.
Thread: A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

Good girl, he said fondly, toeing off his heavy boots. The light from the hearth flickered across the large bedroom , casting a warm glow over Marys body as she lay on the fine silk sheets. He slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, pulling the cotton garment off of his broad shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Even though he was in his forties and lived a privileged life, the Admiral was also incredibly athletic and exercised often, and he had the muscular frame to show for it, with strong arms, broad shoulders, and a slight belly from the rich food he was so accustomed to. He then joined her on the bed, moving beside her, gently placing a hand on her stomach and running it up and down her body. You are truly a beautiful young woman, he complimented, pressing his bearded lips to hers.
Thread: A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

George continued to massage her lips with his own, probing the seam of them lightly with his tongue to deepen this kiss. He shifted his position slightly, moving to be completely on top of her, feeling her warmth beneath his as anticipation made the blood slowly begin to descend to his large member. Her arms around his neck served to encourage him, his large and warm hand moving slowly up her lithe body to cup one of her breasts gently, giving it a subtle squeeze as he appreciated the feel of it in his palm. Massaging the soft mound, he pulled away slightly to ask, May I undress you, my dear?
Thread: A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

Of course, he reassured, his voice growing husky. In due time youll learn the benefits of more passionate and forceful relations, but we must first get you healthy and experienced enough for them. He leaned back resting on his knees, before slipping his hands beneath the hem of her dress. He slid them up the length of her body, ghosting over her skin, before finally helping pull the garment off over her head and regarding her naked body in the light of the fire. George leaned back down, his lips hovering over one of her pert nipples before taking the bud into his mouth, suckling gently on it.
Thread: A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

George keenly swirled his tongue around the pert bud, sucking fondly at it as his large hand roamed up her body, cupping the other one and massaging it skillfully. He truly could not wait to get inside of her, so make her moan and writhe beneath his powerful form, but he knew that it would occur all in due time. She was his now, to do with as he pleased, and while the possibilities of where and how he could take her were astounding, there was no reason to rush. His other hand trailed down her stomach, slipping in between her legs and beginning to rub at her moist folds.
Thread: A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

George tugged gently at the bud in his mouth with his teeth, giving it a slight flick with his tongue. Thats a good girl, he whispered against the soft flesh of her breast, continuing to probe her with his thick fingers, slowly kissing down the length of her body, kissing and licking at the smooth, pale skin. Keep your legs spread for me, he urged, almost hungrily, moving her legs so that her thighs were resting on his strong shoulders as he ran his tongue over her womanhood.
Thread: A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

Mmm, such language, George chided playfully, flicking his skilled tongue against her entrance. His large hands rubbed at her thighs, gently rubbing small circles into the smooth flesh. You are truly delectable, the admiral said, nipping slightly at her wet folds before flattening his tongue against then and running it up her womanhood. He gripped her hip in one hand, keeping her firmly in place, while the other reached up and continued toying with her pert nipple. He buried his face in between her legs, fucking her entrance vigorously with his tongue.
Thread: Izzy, Frosty, DT, and Neko

So all I care about before starting is 1 establishing how to post, as I've never done a more then one person thing and 2 at least a general idea of our surroundings and what everyone looks like XD
Thread: Izzy, Frosty, DT, and Neko

Hmmm we may need to re-locate seeing as this is in a 1x1 area. Though keep those guidelines to start with.
Thread: [closed]

RE A Boy And His Girlfriend's Sister.. for Ansem and Maddy Chloe was sitting in the living room, casually flipping through the channels on the TV. There really wasn't anything on, but she had nothing else to do. She had intended on going out with her older sister, Alyssa. But she decided to go to the mall to get an outfit for her boyfriend, instead. She still hadn't returned, but that really wasn't surprising. Chloe knew how Alyssa felt about looking her best for Matt, and so she knew Alyssa could be gone for a good two or three more hours. Chloe finally gives up, setting the remote down on the table and just watching whatever was on the TV, which happened to be some show about penguins. It suited her though, as they were her favorite animals. Chloe was only a year younger than Alyssa, being a freshman in college. She even went to the same college as her sister, but they still didn't see much of each other outside of the house. But it didn't really bother Chloe. After a bit, Chloe stands up and goes towards the kitchen, running a hand through her dark blonde hair. She was dressed in her normal clothes, a tee shirt and shorts. Just as she gets into the kitchen, the doorbell rings. She blinks slowly, then goes to answer the door. She smiles a bit as she sees Matt. Oh, hey. Alyssa isn't here yet. She decided to go to the mall. She wanted to surprise you with a new outfit. But you're more than welcome to come in. Alyssa steps back and away from the door, giving Matt room to come in if he so wished.
Thread: [closed]

RE A Boy And His Girlfriend's Sister.. for Ansem and Maddy Chloe watches him, smiling a bit at his question before shaking her head. I really have no idea. She left about an hour ago. But you know her and shopping. She could easily be gone for another two or three, maybe four hours. Chloe closes the door behind him, then walks back to the kitchen, getting herself a snack as she had originally intended. She wasn't starving, but she needed something to hold her over until dinner. She had asked Alyssa to bring something back for her, but she didn't know if that would actually happen or not. She turns back to look Matt as she pops a cracker into her mouth. Are you hungry? We've got plenty to eat. She opens the fridge as if to show him she was serious, then moves and opens up the pantry. Both were fully stocked, with everything from vegetables to cereal to junk food. It wasn't unusual for that to be the case, seeing as how they also had an older brother who liked to stop by every once in a while. She leans against the counter and watches him, waiting for his reply.
Thread: Hello, Come For Fun :) -NessaBee

Gotta question for you the Dragon Ball Z universe wouldn't be something you're familiar with or RP in...would it?
Thread: Paint My Heart

It was a cold morning, it wasn't too cold, there was no snow, but there was a firm layer of frost on everything when the people of the city woke in the morning. It was cold enough to give frostbite to anyone stupid enough to go around without shoes, or for the few unfortunate, unable to buy shoes. There was one such boy sitting huddled under a tent, his feet buried in a sleeping bag so he would hopefully, not get frostbite. He was young and very handsome, but filthy from head to toe, his clothes too small and tattered, and he was too skinny to be all that physically appealing, though proper meals would fix that in no time at all. He had chestnut brown hair and a soft face that would lite up the world if he where to just smile, but he was too miserable for smiles. He was homeless after all, huddled in a flimsy tent that collapsed every time the wind blew too hard, no shoes, in shorts and a t-shirt which is what he had been wearing when he'd run away from home. His chocolate brown eyes turned to the crowds of people that where passing by in front of his little tent, completely ignoring him, and the paintings he had on display. His name was Able , like Cain and Able, he'd even had an elder brother named Cain, but Cain was dead, in an ironic twist it was Cain who had died in the struggle, not between siblings, but between father and son. Able's father was a drunk, and an angry one at that, and didn't like his son's doing such 'girly' thinks like painting and dancing. Cain, being the elder, had suffered the brunt of their fathers wrath, and when their father had finally snapped and beaten Cain to death, Able had packed up all of his painting things, had hopped a train, and had vanished from his hometown, hopefully forever. Able had settled into the streets hoping to sell his paintings, but so far, no one had even glanced at them, or him, ignoring him completely as if he didn't even exist, and with winter coming, Able knew death would be coming on swift wings. It was hard to imagine that the paintings weren't getting any attention though, they where gorgeous, and done almost perfectly. The colors where vibrant and the pictures themselves perfectly lifelike. There was a mystical forest with a unicorn standing in the middle of it, bathed in light and looking perfectly elegant. There was a pile of waterfalls streaming off of a cliff, showering mist and rainbows everywhere, there was even an adorably fluffy kitten sitting in a basket with ribbons all over. Able had only enough paint to finish his last painting, this one of a faceless man peering down into his hands, which where cupped to hold water, the angle as such that you couldn't see the face, but should have seen the reflection in the water, but it was only half finished, so he blew into his hands, trying to pull warmth into them, settled out into the open so that people could watch him paint, hoping that someone, anyone would take an interest, and buy one, just one, then he could buy a pair of socks, another canvas, more paint, and some food... god he was so hungry.
Thread: Paint My Heart

Eiri Morvane crouched down in front of the smallish tent, the expensive wool coat that was snug along his shoulders hiding part of his face as he studied the paintings. Soft red hair curled around his face in a charming face as he frowned slightly, trying to figure out for himself why the paintings hadn't sold. He'd been here a few times, and each time he'd stopped to look at the young boy with the paintings,and yet something had kept him from approaching until today, without his friend and collegue hanging at his side. How much for all of them?The slightly accented words curled around the english as he ducked his head to try to meet the young man's eyes, looking curious. At just 22 he was the youngest Morvane to ever become the CEO of his company, but he was brilliant at his job, and he enjoyed helping the less fortunate who hadn't been born into a family who could spend a million and not even notice the loss. And while he was trying to be helpful to a boy who he hoped would be smart enough to spend the small fortune he was going to drop on the art, he more then anything else apperciated extrodiary beautiful art. And if nothing else, the pieces were that.Boy?He asked sounding anxious when he didn't get a answer to his question
Thread: Paint My Heart

Able stared at the strange male, so startled and shocked that his voice failed him. Terrified that this larger man was going to hit him he couldn't find his voice for a moment before he swallowed thickly and managed to stammer out a response. t..thirty f..for each. he managed to state. n..ninety... sir. For all th..three. he stated, swallowing thickly as he waited, wondering if this man was going to laugh at him too like the last one that had stopped by. Thirty for that piece of shit? The other had said your a waste of space and a wast of time. Able was sure he was a good artist, but everyone he had ever shown his paintings to had convinced him he wasn't as good as he thought he was, that he was really actually a terrible artist and that he just didn't realize it. There was hope though, in those pretty chocolate eyes, and his eyes flicked over to the unfinished painting and the almost gone paints and the single empty canvas that he clearly wanted to fill with a painting. He went back to paying attention to the man, swallowing thickly as he studied the other, waiting for a response to the number he had given. It was almost a sin, in a gallery, paintings like that could have sold for three thousand, or even thirty thousand dollars each. But because he was on the streets, painting on the streets, he would have been lucky to get ten dollars for all of them. He was smart though, the man in front of him was interested, and that meant that Able could jack up the price, even if only a little bit. He swallowed thickly as he studied the man. With ninety dollars he could not only buy new paints, food, and maybe a few more canvases, but he could buy a blanket to go over his sleeping back so he didn't wake up with the shivers, he could buy a long sleeved shirt and some thicker pants too so he didn't freeze to death, maybe even get some socks for his feet.
Thread: Paint My Heart

Eiri didn't even blink as he nodded,twisting at the waist a little as he dug his wallet out of his jeans, folding the bills together so the boy couldn't see that instead of just the 90 dollars, there were three thousand dollar bills folded in there. Straightening he smiled at the boy, Will you be able to finish this one, if I could find a warm room for you to paint in?I would like to see the finished piece, instead of just this half finished one.Eiri said handing the money over as he poointed to the half finished piece, looking curious. As a art collector and a dealer he knew how much they were worth, and as a Morvane, the three thousand dollars he'd just dropped was pocket change for the man who was wearing a thousand dollar jacket.I own a studio apartment, and all I would ask for your use of it would be that you finished this piece.He said studying the boy, hands in his pockets as the morvane heir huddled in his jacket, shivering a little in the cold. Despite the layers he was wearing he was cold. He couldn't imagine how the boy was feeling, and the sudden need to help him grabbed him as a fierce desire.
Thread: Paint My Heart

Able gasped softly, amazed as the other actually produced the money. He accepted the money and got to his feet, moving into the tent to get some Pizza boxes that he could get cheep, they where good for transferring his paintings, the perfect size and protecting the paintings perfectly. Not the most common, but very effective. He paused though and blinked at the other, hesitating a little. ... a...room? he asked, looking a little baffled, clutching the money in his hands, if it came down to it, he'd rather had a warm room over food and a few new clothes, but Able was not a stupid boy, he knew there was probably going to be a price. Sex most likely, Able wasn't a whore, but people had offered before, and it was getting to the point to where he might accept, just to get out of the cold. i... he bit his lip, hesitating, indecision on his face before he finally nodded. i will finish this painting for you... he promised swallowing thickly. Anything to get out of the cold, even if it meant becoming a whore. He had nowhere else to go anyway. i will go with you. he decided again, ducking into his tent again, putting the paintings carefully into their pizza boxes before gathering up his few belongings, rolling up his sleeping bag and collapsing his tent before storing his paints into the only actually expensive thing he had. A paint box, there where only five or six colors left, but the paint box could hold two hundred and fifty tubes of paint, a Palette, brushes of all sizes, and even solvent and alcohol along with mixing cups and various other tools. It looked like a fishing box, but all black and it came with a lock. Even coming unequipped the box itself could cost up to two, or three hundred dollars, so it was pretty clear that the boy hadn't always lived on the streets. Everything packed up and loaded into his backpack, tent and sleeping bag alike, he was ready in a matter of minutes, his bare toes digging nervously into the earth. He was unsure about all of this, but he knew that he would be dead in a matter of weeks if he didn't go with this man. ... I'm Able. he introduced himself suddenly, licking his lips as he followed the other, the money stuffed deep in his pocket, hoping the other would forget he had paid him and wouldn't ask for the money back. Because Able wanted to buy more blue and green to finish this final painting.