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Thread: тнє уєαя ωαѕ 1944 [({ѕтαи∂υρgυу1 & тαℓιи})]

Mena watched the man curiously she hated the way he kept looking at her. It made her feel awkward, but she wasnt sure why. She knew her face was dirty, but at this point it was the lady that needed his attention more than her. Soft blue eyes flitted about his face as he worked shed never been this close to an American, let alone a Jew. He looked like a normal person, not the monster her husband had made them out to be. Turning her eyes down to the elder lady as she squeezed her hand. Everything will be fine, Mena said softly in German close to the womans ear. Lifting her head at his question she bit down on her lower lip, unsure if she should answer him or not. Meruvina, puzzled expression fell on him. Not understanding his words she just watched him and the others interact. The dark skinned man approached and her blue eyes widened. Her own pale skin looked like paper next to his shed never seen a man like this before. Suddenly they were surrounded she stood and wrapped her arms around herself. Holding her dress close to her body the teenager rose and the elderly woman was lifted off the ground. Mena translated his words to the other two. The teen cried, fear at what would happen. The elderly women stayed stoic. Mena stared at him. NO! she stepped back from him, defiance in her blue eyes. My mutter will worry. I cant go with you! She turned quickly away from him her dress falling off her shoulder displaying part of a large bruise that Franz had left on her body. She turned back to face them as one of the men came up to her with a gun and shoved at her with the nozzle against her back. She followed them for this reason. You no hurt us please. We done nothing wrong. We dont have guns and we no plan anything against you. Mena didnt understand why they were being taken. The man with his brown sad eyes watched her. Hed said sorry but she wasnt sure if he truly was. She blushed when he caught her staring at him. He said he had seen her pictures that much she understood. She could have told him, she was proud of the pictures even though Franz wasnt. Smoothing her blonde hair over her shoulders she walked into the brick home theyd directed her and the others too at the end of the street. One last look around at freedom and she moved into the confines of the home. Furniture was covered and it appeared spacious. The woman was laid on the couch and Mena and the girl took a seat in chairs. Staring at the Jewish man, before they were split up, her voice was soft, It is not right to keep us. Sitting on the bed she stared at the wall, she was scared of the men, but at least she was alone. Putting her arms over her head she laid back on the bed and relaxed.
Thread: тнє уєαя ωαѕ 1944 [({ѕтαи∂υρgυу1 & тαℓιи})]

he sat down next to her he did the best German he could, I much sorry we keep you her. Once friends come I go. I have story to tell you. When me and my friends got though the heag rows of France we find a little loyalist city. They and the Germans good friends. 3 Germans tried to kill us when we go by a bread store. We kill 2 and wund one. We take their packs away so other Germans dont us them agents us. In a magazine I see a sexy picture of you. All the boys who fight for America have a pin up girl your mine. I know you wedded but I just wanted you to know that. I saw you have ring on your hand Then he stud up, I saw you have a bruise how did you get that. did you fall? Is husband you have away? I bet he worry you about. He paused, worried about you? How is he? What is his profession? mark looked at her he wanted to make a peace offering. He took out a Hersey bar form his pack, this be American Candyits not as good as German stuff I have had a little bit of German candy but its good. his German will get better as the story goes along.
Thread: тнє уєαя ωαѕ 1944 [({ѕтαи∂υρgυу1 & тαℓιи})]

Hearing the door open she lifted her head and then sat up as the male sat next to her. Looking him over she didnt smile or from she merely just was. Hearing his story she smiled, Thank you, my husband, Franz, he was not so happy about them. Called me a whore for having them taken, they are not bad, I glad you like. Looking down at the band and frowned, almost wishing she wasnt married, simply because she could have done as she liked instead of having to listen to Franzs advice. Staring up at him as he stood she only watched and nodded. Franz, when he saw the pictures. she looked away and shook her head, No he does not miss me, he has a mistress that makes him happy, she is not a whore like me. This is what he says. Taking a chunk of the chocolate she laughed. This is not chocolate. Handing it back her eyes met his. You know I cannot tell you that. I am sorry. Looking down her body at her dirty feet and legs sure her face was a mess as well. Will I have bath drawn? She moved to the dresser and after looking a few minutes she settled on a large mens shirt. Walking down the hall she stepped into the bathroom and turned on the water. Pulling off her clothing in the little bathroom, she caught her reflection in the mirror and stared for a moment. Hed said she was his pin up girl. Pin Up Girl? she looked at herself a moment longer before stepping into the warm water and sinking under it.
Thread: тнє уєαя ωαѕ 1944 [({ѕтαи∂υρgυу1 & тαℓιи})]

She looked like a goddess in the mirror for his vantage point. All though out the war he had dreams about her. Her amazing body sucking him, teasing him loving him. He should have had more self-control but it had been a long war and he was dirty too. and what he was about to do he couldnt wash off. He walked into the bath room. He asked can I join you. He didnt even look at her. But she did say yes. He took of his pack. He undid his shirt and pants. He put his web gear to the side. Then he undid his boots. His body was dirty form crawling in the mud for months on months. Finally it was just him her a tub and his underwear. He took the underwear off. A huge smile came to her face. He knew he was big he had showered with a whole bunch of other men in the army. He got into the tub. And even though he was dirty and smelly she punched on him. The pin up girl of his dreams. He felt her lovey lips agents his. ignore the girl
Thread: тнє уєαя ωαѕ 1944 [({ѕтαи∂υρgυу1 & тαℓιи})]

Mena surfaced she hadnt understood what hed asked her and nodded, thinking it was something to do with how the water felt or if it was nice. Closing her eyes she wrapped her arm around her breasts. She opened her eyes to see him climbing in the tub with her. Smiling up at his audacity, nothing about him impressed her. Cursing in German she stood, losing her balance she fell upon him. Scurrying from the tub she glanced over her shoulder at him. I sorry, I cant. I dont know your name and I am married. Please forgive me. Her lips burned from where they had briefly brushed his. She couldnt help the heat that rose up in her body at the thought of his rock hard member as he stepped into the tub. Franz was below average and made up for it by being a cruel lover. Often times she didnt get her release and if she complained or spoke of it she was told it was her fault. Sighing she sat on the bed in her room after bypassing the men that stared at he,r the white shirt clinging to her body. She wanted to go back to the tub and press her lips against him, but she didnt dare. If Franz found out he would kill her. Glancing down at her hands she slid the band from her finger and threw it across the room. Opening the door she avoided the odd gaze of the males as she traveled back to the bathroom. Stepping into the room she smiled and blushed. I will bathe with you, but I can do now more than wash you and allow you to wash me. My husband is a General in Hitlers army. He is cruel, abusive. Though I hate him I am his wife. I can do nothing about that. she slid the shirt down her trim curvy form and stepped back into the tub across from him. Wrapping her arms to cover her breasts she looked him over. What is your name?
Thread: тнє уєαя ωαѕ 1944 [({ѕтαи∂υρgυу1 & тαℓιи})]

My name is mark I am a first lt. in the U.S. army and as you can see I have not had a bath for many days. You just look so beautiful please get in the tub with me that water is great. He took out a bar of soap and started soaping himself up. He realized it was just easier to speak English to her. The frits time I saw your picture I thought man I wish they made American women as good as you. Trust me they dont. kept washing his body it felt so good. he couldnt believe that a few minutes ago he was fighting the best of their Germany army and no he was with a beautiful German women. I tell you one thing if I were your husband I would never beat you. Youre so good looking it would be selfish to not have your picture takein. I hear there is a 30 by 30 billboard of you just south of Munic. But I just cant believe Im looking at the real thing.
Thread: тнє уєαя ωαѕ 1944 [({ѕтαи∂υρgυу1 & тαℓιи})]

Mark, she repeated reaching her hand out for the soap, You are missing some of the dirt on yourself Mark, may I help you? She spoke perfect English, she had to pretend earlier. I had to lie to you I speak English, it was part of my schooling, it will just be our little secret. She leaned in closer and took the soap from him. Lathering it in her hands she smoothed her hands over his broad shoulders. I have never seen an American and have never been allowed to touch anyone besides Franz. she rose up on her knees so she could reach him better. her knee touched his inner thigh and her nipples just touched against his chest. I did not know there was a billboard. she blushed gently before dipping the sponge into the water and squeezing it over his skin. If you were my husband I would not want you gone from me. She met his eyes, I would need you. She sat back into the water and looked over her shoulder at him as she lowered between his legs, her ass landing on the porcelain between his thighs. She had never been with any man besides Franz she could imagine herself under Mark, crying out his name. But the sinful feeling it brought she wasnt sure she could do it, though she wanted too. Could you wash me now?
Thread: тнє уєαя ωαѕ 1944 [({ѕтαи∂υρgυу1 & тαℓιи})]

He garbed a bar of soap and stared to wash her creamy white back. He got it all soaped up and then washed it with bath water. He paid special attention to her fear shapely rearit was a thing of beauty. He loved getting her ass all soapy. He cleaned her underside a little just to tease her. Then he started to soap up her stomach witch was tight and muscled. He moved higher soaping up her large firm breasts. He squeezed them and played with the nipples. The pin up girls breasts were amazing. big yet perky. He massaged the lovey globes instill he started to go south. His hands made the voyage down her stomach to her trebling lips. He started to gently wash it. Working her labia never penetrating her then he started to work her clit. He foot started to stomp in pleasure.
Thread: тнє уєαя ωαѕ 1944 [({ѕтαи∂υρgυу1 & тαℓιи})]

Mena leaned into his touches, the gentle way his hands roamed over her body. She giggled like a school girl when he pressed his fingers under her ass. Leaning back against his strong chest, she could feel his erection between them. She wished she were a braver woman, one that could act on her own free will. And give him what he so desperately wanted, but the bruises on her back were a great indication of what Franz would do to her if he suspected shed cheated. Her stomach muscles flexed under his hand and she whispered, Mark that feels nice. Her breath caught in her throat as his hands lifted and began washing her breasts. Her hands clenched, dragging nails over his thighs. Letting out a moan as his fingers teased her nipples by pulling them and twisting gently. Mark, no we, oh, we shouldnt. She whispered breathily as he began stroking her clit. Her body betrayed her. Pressing her hips up against his finger, she wanted more, so much more. Guilt crept up on her. She stilled his hand, I want you, but I cant not like this. Not when I barely know you. She shuddered in his arms, I know your name, that you are a Jew and you are American. That is all I know, and while for some that is enough, for me it cannot be. You understand? She felt horrible, sick to her stomach as she stood in the water and faced him. Leaning she kissed him tenderly on the lips and stepped from the tub. Grabbing a towel she dried off slowly, I am sorry, very sorry. I am a horrible woman and you, you are a great man.
Thread: тнє уєαя ωαѕ 1944 [({ѕтαи∂υρgυу1 & тαℓιи})]

Just as she got out of the water dripping wet her pussy disparity wanting to be destroyed by a big American cock. Her husband walked in the door. He was tall and had blond hair and blue eyes. He had a dozen roses in his hand. He saw his wife in only a towel dripping wet without her ring on. He saw her walk out of there bath tub with a man with a Star of David on his neck. The man had brown hair and brown eyes. There were a set of American fatigues in a pile next to the tub. His wife had sex with an American Jew. and it was his fault. This all started when he was driving back from Russia. He had to go through Munich to get back home. As he drove home he saw the huge billboard of his wife. It reminded him of his honeymoon. He thought to himself, I beat my wife. Im no better than the Jews and the communist who ruined this country. My wife was doing her patriotic duty. Showing the world it is the Airean women figure witch is better to all others. He had friends with wives with brown hair and brown eyes. He knew that would never satisfy him. When he cheated on his wife it was with a girl with brown hair. She was not half the women his wife was between the sheets. He thought, what if I got her pregnant and are children werent Airans? I would be doing the furer wrong. I am going to apologize to her. I will never hit her again. I will take back my wife. Then I will kill ever last one of thoughts Americans if I have to do it myself. On the way home he picked up a dozen roses and sunk in the back door that only him and his wife new about. He heard splashing in the bathroom so he went in there. When he walked in the door he said, Mena I love you im sorr- then he saw what was going on. He dropped the roses and took out his pistol. Mark went for his gun as he did. Though it didnt matter Hanz but the mussel to his own left temple and said in German, for the fatherland then he pulled the trigger.
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RE Beyblade With a Twist I entered because i was curios why someone would play a beyblade RP... now what does this RP plot have to do with beyblade?
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RE Beyblade With a Twist I entered curiously into this thread to see how the world of adult roleplay and beyblade would be merged, I'm disappointed at the lack of beyblade there. What does this have to do with beyblade?
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RE Beyblade With a Twist 1. This is a fan based rp and is no different then when someone makes up a new character and puts that characcter in a rp based on the anime like Naruto. All of the details of the anime already exist it is just a plot twist. 2. This is not the whole rp, obviously the beyblade aspect will be a BIG part of it and happen as the rp goes along, like all other rps. This is just a intro to a new love twist interest and how it would turn out if this some how happened, like again all other fan made rps. 3. This is Blue moon, honestly what did you expect? 4. This is not an opinion forum so if you have one feel free to pm me rather then spamming up my rp. Which I'm sure you would not enjoy if someone did to you. Please delete your space wasting posts so that I may rp like everyone else.
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RE Beyblade With a Twist Not to be rude, but I kinda agree with them. I fail to see any beyblade link in this at all. In fact, all I see is a reference to vampires. So maybe you want to add an explanation of where beyblade comes in so that people understand? Because I don't understand where beyblade comes into this. Yes, this is blue moon, but that doesn't give you the right to be rude when people are asking where the beyblade aspect comes in.
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RE Beyblade With a Twist Simply put, this is just an outline. I do not mean to come off rude. If you are doing a beyblade rp you probably already know what it is. This is not somthing I need to explain. That is all I mean. I also incourge people to think outside of the box. And I mean that light-heartedly
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I can RP with you, either in this scenario or another scenario I come up with.
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I am requesting that this thread please be locked. Thank you
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No problem. All taken care of.
Thread: Dominant male with some plots, craving one in particular

I love this idea! Do you intend for the elven woman to be living amongst the primitive humans or is she perhaps feared? Either way I'd love to do this!
Thread: Keys and Secret Doors

It all begins in the eight sector of hell Vidix where the story of two young demons by the names of Astaroth and Valafar they were born in a high rank which Astroth's father was the duke of the eight sector and Valafar father was the duke of the ninth. The two were never supposed to meet but Astaroth was always curious about the higher dimension, so one solar flare which is like an hour Astaroth wondered into it's borders as the demon wondered around it could feel the atmosphere change as the hate was more intense here. Soon he can have either gender...prefers to appear male wondered too far and came on restricted grounds where he stood in front of a huge staircase so he began to climb until he came to the top to where another demon was sitting on the step...Valafar. His father scolded him for not doing something right as always so he sat outside sulking with anger...
Thread: Keys and Secret Doors

with this muscular body tone Astaroth or Astar for short stood in front of Valafar as his young lean and very well muscular body leaned against the stone wall his eyes that were very captivating gleamed blue stared down at Valafar's face he had a cocky smile as if he really didn't care but at the same time he asked him, You seem a little frustrated...what seems to be the trouble with you?
Thread: Keys and Secret Doors

Charrie name Valafar Perfered gender appearance Male rank young duke level of deminsion 1 thru 99 lustnone at the moment pic Valafar sat with his head lowered and glancing at the ground as his flesh had been ripped from the muscle on his face where his father gouged it open and he had only notice the puddle of blood forming on the ground when Astar had approached him. His flesh dangling from his exposed jaw bone he growled in pain as his serpent tail slithered along the black stone floor. He looked up with his good eye as he heard the voice of unfamiliar demon and with nasty tone he snarled back, Why do you care....and what are you doing over here anyways? His heart spiteful from his earlier coil with his father he bared his teeth ready take his anger out on someone else and Astar seemed to be the perfect target. His senses reverberating wildly he could tell that this demon had not belonged to this higher order of hell as he smelt much different from the rest.
Thread: Keys and Secret Doors

Charrie name Marchosias Perfered gender appearance female rank soldier level of dimension 6 lust not sure yet Marchosias trotted boredly through the ninth realm, she was from the sixth herself, but often liked to roam about the other levels when she got bored, which was rather often lately. She didn't need to appear tough, as she knew she was and could take on most opponents with ease, so she preferred a more graceful, feminine form. Her ears flicked as she heard and growl nearby and she turned towards it to try and relieve her boredom.
Thread: Keys and Secret Doors

Astar's smile faded as Valafar snapped he then slowly started to back up as he put his hands up and paws open to show that he was no threat he could see that Valafar was looking for a fight but he was only there to feed his curiosity, Whoa buddy I'm not here to make war but only here to have fun...sorry if I stepped on your toes...I'll just show myself out. He then turned slowly as he went down the stairs but looked back once more with his strange color blue eyes before disappearing from sight and as a strange favor he then healed his face, he then noticed that the blood that was on the ground was no longer there and the gash was now closed he then said once more before turning the corner, Your welcome...see you around. He smiled at him once more and then disappeared around the corner. Astar thought that he was going the right way but then took a wrong road and then bumped into Marchosias as his back was turned to her he quickly shot around as he was about to defend himself but then quickly calmed down as he seen the beautiful female image stand before him, He smiled as he looked her over and then said in a deep tone, Wow where did you come from...have we met before? Astar was now trying to be charming as he was flirting with her...
Thread: Keys and Secret Doors

Marchosias growled as Astaroth bumped into her and nearly locked her powerful jaws onto his throat before she realized he wasn't attacking her. Nevertheless her ears flattened at his charming tone and she smirked at him, know exactly what he was doing, I came from that way, she pointed her muzzle over her shoulder in the direction she'd come from and then added, and no, we have not met before.
Thread: Keys and Secret Doors

The fur on the back of Valafar's neck raised as he got to his feet still not content with Astar's response as he began stalking closer to this strange demon, Oh...well I guess that is all that matters since you are having so much fun at my expense! He then began to raise his paw towards Astar to give him the same markings his father had done to him until he disappeared around the corner of the long stair case. Hey come back here I wasn't finished with you! His words then grew silent as he felt the flesh on his face heal and he found it curious that he had preformed such a act. The only thing that remained the same was his blind eye as it had always been that way from the time he was conceived. It wasn't entirely worthless even though it didn't work like his other eye it had a different purpose that allowed him to see things that most demons couldn't. It was a gift his father abused often using his son like an open window to spy on others when he saw fit but Valafar couldn't always get it to work as he needed practice in his bizarre ability which got him the slashing he had been sulking over moments earlier. He clambered down the steps chasing after Astaroth and when he had located him noticed the a second demon in a female form that was paired with Astar. Hey! Why did you heal my face for?....I have been trying to kick you ass since we met and you go all sentimental on me. Although still a little harsh from getting punished he decided that it wouldn't hurt as much if to get in to a little trouble, Sooo....neither of you are from around here are you? I'm Valafar and your guys names would beee? He asked impatiently as he grew interested in Marchosias lustful looks and skipping the charm he coiled his serpent tail around her leg drawing it near her privates. Being blunt about his interest he took the risk of being bitch slapped but it was something different from his day to day routine.
Thread: Keys and Secret Doors

Marchosias turned her head from Astaroth to Valafar as the new demon appeared, her smirk never wavered, not even as his tail wrapped around her leg in a sexually possessive way. My, my. You certainly seem to have chosen the right form, she said, meaning that he'd chosen to be male. Oh, and dear, she added in that amused tone of an adult talking to a child that's done something stupid, that's the wrong head. She glanced at the head of his snake tail then back at him, wondering if this comment would distract him from the fact that she hadn't given her own name, not that she was trying to hide it, she just wanted to see if his penis won out over his brain.