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Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Emily closed her eyes, putting up an act of blinking back the tears. Biting her bottom, holding in the pain. Holding in the glee, in reality. It was working. McHugh was falling for it, falling into her web, ready to be trapped by her teenage charm and body. Oh, he was very subtle in the way he touched himself, discreetly under the desk. Was he imagining himself in Trudeaus shoes? Imagining her under his desk now, swallowing his cock as she had been taught? But he did have a job to do, and it wasnt the one he was doing with his hand. So he comforted her, once more seeking to alleviate her guilt. But my, werent the things he said interesting? How sucking her teacher off might make her feel like a woman, an equal. That being the object of obsession for an older man was intoxicating. That a young woman might get addicted to that power. Oh, the good doctor was so close! So very close, not that hed be able to see it until it was too late. And what if I do miss that, Doctor? What if I do miss the desire, the passion, miss knowing that I was what he wanted? Maybe, maybe I did like the things we did, the things I did to him, and the things he did to me. Maybe I miss them, even now. What do I do with myself. What do I do, when I cant stop thinking of Trudeau? When I cant stop dreaming of the sex we had, and the way he touched me and the way I touched him? Who could fill the emptiness his affections left within me? You are married, arent you, Doctor? Are you like that with your wife? Helplessly in love and lust with her? she started, drawing Ellis in the conversation. Testing him, and how his marriage was. I just worry that I am going to compare every relationship I have in the future to this one. Will this man love me the way Trudeau did, enough to risk everything for me? Will I be his fire, his passion? Will I never again know that feeling? And Is it better if I dont? Is a stable, boring adult relationship better than the affair Trudeau and I had?
Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Sixteen years old, inexperienced in the vagaries of human nature, and at the stage where sexual curiosity ruled her universe, evidenced by the naivety in which she'd fallen for the predatory charms of her High School English Teacher. McHugh couldn't stop those thoughts from intruding into his mind as he continued to listen to Emily, in no doubt she was unaware of his inner fantasies or the hard, throbbing cock he rubbed under the desk, imagining how it'd feel buried in her hot mouth and tight, teen cunt. Shedding guilt like a snake sheds its skin as he became aware of his intent, the Psychologist appraised Emily. Trudeau likely had loved her, which had been the issue. Because of that, he'd neglected to keep the young woman on as tight a leash as he should have, however, despite his growing obsession to replicate the torrid affair she'd had with the Teacher, Doctor Ellis McHugh wasn't stupid enough to fall into that same trap. The tears flowing down her cheeks and plaintive words falling from her lips were no longer issues of counsel for the Psychologist, but an invitation. Arrogance and confidence were his companions as he nodded somberly and rose to his feet. Who could fill the emptiness his affections left within me? His erection had softened, however, not fully, and the Doctor gained a sexual thrill from allowing the school-girl to potentially witness the bulge in his suit trousers when he perched on the desk in front of her. Although he'd removed the obstacles between them, McHugh ensured he remained above Emily in a position of authority to respond to her questions. Yes, I'm married, and maybe one time I lusted after her without abandon, but I can't recall. Our relationship has always been one more of companionship and convenience than passion, and my wife never the most sexually adventurous. We haven't made love in months. Shooting the girl a tight smile, he shrugged. No big deal. However, it appears the chemistry between you and Warren was infinitely more intense than that Beth and I ever shared, and whilst I know it hurts to have lost that unique connection, you're a beautiful and intelligent young woman, capable of inspiring deep passion. You shouldn't despair of not experiencing it again. Reaching out to cup the teenager's chin in his hand, Ellis tenderly brushed away a stray tear, and lowered his voice to a soft whisper. Because, trust me, Emily, there another man out there, even more special than Trudeau, willing to risk all for your happiness.
Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

It was almost too easy. Only the second meeting with Ellis, and already things were progressing so well. Already she had wormed her way into his mind and his desire. Was it a surprise, really? A boring marriage with a boring, frigid wife, while on his couch sat a nubile, curious nymphet. A young woman just begging to be filled by hisknowledge. He hardly even hid his hard on as he stepped out form the sanctuary from behind his desk, a keen eyes catching sight of his prurient proclivities. So she looked up to Doctor McHugh, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Demure and submissive and straight out of a porn shot, equally ready for a gentle caress or a jet of hot semen to be shot across her face and breasts. She grabbed the hand that cupped her cheek, her touch light. Thank you, Doctor. It means so much to hear you say such a thing. Session 3 I find myself aroused all the time. Unable to find an outlet that provides even the barest relief, Emily confessed, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her bare knee. She arrived at this session in a white button up dress and white sandals. Not a particularly provocative look, though with her raw charisma every outfit seemed to drip with sensuality. Ivemasturbated nearly every day the past week, but I cant recreate his touch. Cant recreate the way he made me feel. Wearing the face of shame as spoke the words, the dirty words, telling an older man how she touched herself. I know I should take some time to myself. Take time to heal and find myself. But Im driving myself crazy, all alone. Would it be different, if someone else touched me? Would it be like Trudeau, or would it be just as empty as self-gratification is? I try to push the thoughts away, to bury the urges, but they keep coming back. Just a small voice, telling me it would be so easy to find someone to fuck. Anyone to fuck. Some stranger Ill never have to see again, once the deed is done. Just some desperate desire to prove to myself that I am not broken. She sat back on the couch, unable to meet his eyes after being so open with him, so honest. So raw and vulnerable. I know its not a good idea, rationally. I know it, and yet, knowing it has done little to soothe this building longing. The self-destructive impulses. II read that it isnt uncommon for someone like me to become promiscuous afterwell, after what happened. She reasoned, brushing some strands back behind her ear. Hand the traveled lower, rubbing the back of her neck before traveling down the length of the other arm. What do you recommend doctor? Do I give in, or continue to fight against my yearning? Last edited Sep 2, 2018
Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Emily noted this featherlight touches Dr. McHugh was giving her. Beyond comfort, she knew. Barely restraining himself. The touches went on and on, fingertip and nails tracing along the surface of her skin. Youre really telling me to give in to these urges, doctor? the last word was a breathy sigh, letting him imagine how her voice might sound if she called out his name in a moment of passion. Guess I am just surprised to hear you say you think I should be intimate with someone. Let another man insidemy heart. The pause was intentional, inviting him to fill in his own ideas, his own desires, his own cock in his fantasies of her. I suppose there is merit to the idea, she considered, looking down at her nails. Was this really the adive he gave all sexual assault victims, or just the ones he wanted to bang? I just wonder. How will I find someone who will be tender and patient with me? Who isnt going to judge me for my past, who isnt going to pity me for what I went through? I mean, everyone at school knows. Besides, the boys I go to school withId just be another conquest to them. It was her turn now, to trace his hand, the hand that was still on her, somehow. Her fingers, ghosting over his knuckles If I did open myself to someone, againitd have to be someone I could trust. Someone I knew had my best interest at heart. Who cared about me, and my recovery. Finally, she met his eyes, still biting her lip. She was so close now, she could practically taste his breath on her mouth. But I will think about this, doctor. And Ill try not to do anything too stupid in the meanwhile. Beth still felt guilt for the way she had brushed off her husbands advances two weeks ago. And how she hadnt found the time to make up for it before tonight. But, she was determined to show her husband she still found him desirable. That she valued their marriage and their commitment, and she could satisfy his needs. He hadnt tried to anything since that night, proof she took to mean he was still mad about it. So, she sent the help away fro the evening and ordered in. Finger foods that were easy and clean, so foreplay could start at dinner. A chilled bottle of champagne, to celebrate their love for one another, no special occasion needed. So she could remember to be the fun, easy going wife he had married. If she had ever really been that person. She even managed to turn off her phone, deciding tonight there was no work, no mayors office, no crises that couldnt wait until morning. Tonight, she was Beth McHugh, Ellis loving wife. Dolled up in dark red lipstick and bold eyeliner, Beth hardly recognized herself. But it went with the little black dress she had picked out today. A cheap, tawdry thing, too short to be worn out in public, surely. This was just for Ellis. Just for him to rip off her or peel form her skin or hike up over her hips to fuck her in it. In her black pumps, she looked like a whore. Felt like a whore. Was this what Ellis wanted? A dirty girl who craved his touch? Shed soon find out.
Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Beth smiled up at Ellis as he whistled at her, trying not to analyze what it meant. Remembering how he acted that one night, when she chose work over him. It was hard not to notice how restrained he was being now. No. She wasnt going to be deterred. Maybe he was just tired. Maybe he needed some coaxing. She could do that. She owed him that. Maybe he was afraid of trying again, only to be pushed aside again when work came a-calling. That was why she needed to press forward. To remind them both of the passion they shared. To remind herself of how much she enjoyed her husband. Every aspect of him. Oh, you have no idea, She cooed, taking her time with the buttons this time. Let anticipation build, she decided. No rush. They had all evening to enjoy one another. This wasnt juvenile sex, rushed and desperate and half over before it even starts. This was married sex, between people who knew each other well. It was slow, and thorough, incorporating everything between them. Mental as much as physical. His shirt was open and her hands caressed his chest, I am going to rock your world, baby. Beth cringed at the words, but she didnt show it. Ugh, did she even know how to talk dirty to him? When was the last time she had tried? Still, she refused to stop, to let up, pushing forward. They needed this. So her hand worked open his trousers, trying not to be disappointed that he wasnt hard yet. She could fix that. Fingers stroked over his shaft, sliding up and down, tracing veins and bulges. It was working, a little. Shed have to do more, if she wanted sex tonight. Shed have to, and she would. She did owe him, afterall. Why dont you come here and sit down, She invited, pulling him by the arm towards the couch. Thats get, get nice and comfortable. She took his shoes off for him and pulled off his pants, and undergarments, leaving him with only an open shirt to cover his body. Tonight, Im going to take care of you. You tell me what you want baby. Your wife is all yours. Whatever you want. Beth offered, hoping she wouldnt regret it. They were usually pretty vanilla in bed, so it wasnt like Ellis would spring something weird on her, tonight. Would he? Ellis was her husband. Shed know if he were into weird stuff. She gripped his cock, just beginning to finally harden, pumping it up and down. Bringing her head down, breathing his scent. Tentative lips planted light kisses on him, on the head just starting to throb. Is this what you want, love? Want me on my knees?
Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Ellis was liking it. Well, of course he was liking it, what man didnt like getting blown by his wife? Whatever concerns Beth had as the evening begin slipped away as she focused on her husbands pleasure. They could spend all night making love, reconnecting. This was just what they needed. Love, passion, pleasure and bliss, all rolled into one night. He was getting rough, though. Groping at her breasts, fingers fisting in her hair. Never before had he treated her like this. But, she had given him permission, hadnt she? Offered him whatever he wanted? Its wasnt so terrible. Just rougher than she was used to. Maybe this meant Ellis was really enjoying this, enjoying her, losing control of himself at her performance. Thats what she tried to tell herself, as her husband forced his cock in her mouth, nearly down her throat. This was new, and he wanted new, and she owed his this much. Soon, what she was doing was not enough for him. He made her take more, fucking her mouth. Saliva drooled from her chin and stuck to his meat in thin strings, her only relief from his forceful thrusts. She tried to just relax, let this happen, let Ellis enjoy himself. Surely hed repay the favor, wouldnt he? But Beth wasnt a whore, and she certainly wasnt accustomed to rough face fucking from Ellis. And try as she might to acquiesce to her husbands desires, she couldnt stand it for long. Not as gag reflexes kicked in and her jaw ached. She tried to take back control, to move her own pace, but Ellis did not relent, and she had to exert her strength to pull away, gasping and coughing as she regained her composure. She managed a weak smile at her husband, makeup smeared and lips covered in spit and his precum, I guess it has been a while, huh? I need a minute, if you want more of that. Or we can move on to other stuff.
Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Ellis was loving it. Closing his eyes, he leaned back on the sofa panting in arousal and fisting the blonde schoolgirl's hair in his palm, the psychiatrist was lost in the pleasure amidst thoughts of Emily Harris. Never in his life would he have dared to simply shove his cock between Beth's lips, but she wasn't Beth, she was a teenager who desired the man to take control, and when he re-opened his eyes, he could see only the schoolgirl's visage. Pushing down on her head, McHugh almost ripped hair from her scalp, only subliminally hearing the gaps and coughs caused by his roughness. Ellis' free hand left her tit and fell to his side, fingers curled and nails scratching the sofa, and bucked in ecstasy each time the tip hit the back of her throat. Ohhh, fuck. The long, low growl brought forth as much by the thought of who was servicing him than by the sensations themselves, the man's gaze fully focused when she pulled back, leaving his erect cock throbbing and coated in saliva. Needing relief. Simultaneously a thrill of fear went through his entire body as with the spell broken, he recognised Beth again as herself and his pupils widened in concerned anticipation at what she'd have to say about what he'd just done, and how whorish she looked with threads of precum and spittle hanging from her lips. However, from her voice and the smile, it seemed that possibly she'd seemed to enjoy it. Or at least that's what the man told himself as he forced a smile back, not realising that it was more of a grimace, and moved forward in the chair. Something else. He gripped her arm, attempting to speak lightly and pretend to be her loving husband again, but internally pissed at having his fantasy interrupted. Which was probably why his fingers dug into her flesh more harshly than necessary when he moved from the sofa. Mmm, I love how you dressed for me. Bend over. Ellis didn't provide his wife the time to acquiesce to his request before he lifted her up and deposited her face down on the cushions, knees on the floor and ass in the air. Two seconds later, he'd hiked the dress up over Beth's waist, ripped her panties down her hips and thrust the full length of his aching meat balls-deep in her cunt. At least with her face not visible, having planted his hand on top of her head and straddled her from behind, he could continue to imagine that it was Emily. When he then pulled back, bent his legs and began to pound Beth with his all his might, ramming his engorged meat in and out of her pussy, Ellis hoped the unrestrained urgency and hot-breathed, ragged moans in her ear would evidence to his wife the effect she still had him and his full appreciation for the efforts she'd made to please. Feel good, baby?
Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Beth tried not to be disappointed as Ellis got right into sex. She really hoped hed show her some of the same attention shed shown him. Loving, tender oral, or even just his fingers, working in and out of her until she was wet enough to take him. She had to remind herself how she had left him hanging the last time he tried. How cruel that was, to put the way her husband acted in perspective. Despite what she told herself, she did yelp as Ellis moved her, pushing her face down into the cushions and her ass in the air. She just never thought her husband could treat her this way, or that he might even want to treat her so. What had gotten into him? Was her head that good, that he was reduced to a wild animal? It hardly seemed a comfort, as she groaned against her husbands sudden penetration. She was tight, and hardly wet, and it took significant effort to push his way in. Maybe hed get a hint. That she needed some romancing too. Ellis, She whined, spreading herself wider in hopes it might ease some of the pressure. Ellis, pleaseslower. The last word dissolved into a cry, her entire body jerking as he plowed deep into her. There was no reaching him now, too lost to lust to comprehend what she needed. This was what she offered, wasnt it? Whatever he wanted? How could she complain when he took her at her word? So she groaned, and tried to relax, tried to let this happen, tried to focus on his pleasure. Surely it would be her turn afterwards. A few strokes in, she was getting wet. Wetter, as his thrusts didnt hurt as much. Still harder than she was used to, causing her to digging her fingers into the fabric of the couch. At least it didnt hurt anymore, just made her feel dirty. Like she really was the whore she had dressed up as. That thought stung some. Ellis, she cried again, any other words too difficult to manage now. Just a desperate calling for her husband, for him to remember who she was, and not just who he was imagining her to be. Reminding him she was his wife, not a whore. Ellisplease.
Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Even with the woman face-down on the cushions where he couldn't see her face, Ellis knew Beth's body intimately. Each touch, the curve of her spine, width of her hips, the colour of her hair and it swung as he rammed himself in and out of her cunt was imprinted in his brain, and he recognised that imagining she was Emily was nowhere near as to what the real thing would be. As well as how badly he disrespected the woman he professed to love. However, the realisation had only come to him after the fog had cleared from his brain, when his engorged cock desperately required relief. As he straddled her, one hand in her hair, it wasn't the school-girl's tight, dripping pussy he was screwing, but the dry one of his wife, and the whines and moans weren't the screams of a sixteen year old school-girl, crying out in ecstasy, but exclamations of surprise and possibly pain. But what could he do, stop mid-stream and attempt to explain himself, or plough on, literally, and try to convince Beth afterwards that he'd simply lost control because of how much she'd aroused him? The decision was made easier when he felt her pussy getting wet as he forced his meat deeper and deeper. This time, he didn't lie to himself that it was because she was turned on, fully aware it was likely only her body's protective reaction. At least it consoled him that he wouldn't cause too much physical pain. With his balls beginning to shrink and his pants and moans growing increasingly louder, attempting to pull Ellis McHugh off his wife at that stage would have been like trying to stop a freight train at full throttle, and his need to shoot his load was almost unbearable. The sooner it was over with, the better. For both. Releasing his grip on her hair, Ellis' legs bent and straightened as he pounded her harder and harder, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and his cock ramming in and out of her cunt mostly drowning out her pleas. Then, with one violent thrust, he bounced her in the air, and his entire body bucked, and his head flew back. Ohhhh fuck. Ellis McHugh screamed as he came, shooting stream after stream of hot cum inside her, before the climax ceased as abruptly as it had started and he collapsed on top of Beth. After he caught his breath, Damn, Beth, Ellis shifted his weight, reached up to brush a wisp of hair from her neck, and tenderly nuzzled the exposed skin. Self-preservation competing with guilt and the real affection he felt for his wife, he then cupped her cheek, turned her head to face him, and planted a soft kiss on her lips. I needed that. Thank you.
Thread: FxF Zombie survival RP.

I'd like to rp as the protagonist and as the sex zombie one if you don't mind. Sorry if this is bad I just started this like right now I look out of my room quietly to avoid attention thinking of how I'm to get to the headmistress. I'm a 19 year old girl with long deep brown hair and brown eyes, I'm 5'7 and fairly athletic, dressed in jeans a tea shirt and black jacket with leather boots how in the would does she think I'll make it there?
Thread: damnations request thread M/f canon ideas preferred with original characters

RE Deal with a Demon MxF updated
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RE Deal with a Demon MxF Looking for Roleplays Bumpp
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RE Deal with a Demon, damnations request thread, Mf Added magic to my canon list as unlikely it is that anyone knows magic lore I would love to see an rp based on it.
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RE Deal with a Demon, damnations request thread, Mf Bump!
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Magic the Gathering? What could be in store on that title?
Thread: damnations request thread M/f canon ideas preferred with original characters

Magic actually have quite a bit of lore with the many worlds in the multiverse and the planeswalkers themselves have an ever growing list of stories, adventures and rivalries as well as some rather close relationships. For anyone interested in this subject there's a long list of known worlds in magic and many characters from them. I still prefer original characters but there is plenty to work off of depending what you are looking for.