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Thread: Island Vacation (AllThingsCuddly and  Machiavelli)

When the three got out of the shower, Annalise was already dressed and had her bags packed. The twins were already packed but they did need to get dressed. It didn't take long though. Once they were all ready they got their bags and carried them outside. A taxi had been called for them and the driver loaded their bags into the trunk. As Eric came out, Annalise grinned. There are three seats and four of us. Looks like I'm riding in your lap. She said with a smile. Sandy climbed in first then they let Eric in, Annalise climbed onto his lap and Cendy climbed in last. This left Eric sandwiched between the red head twins with the blond Annalise on his lap. The driver didn't seem pleased but when Annalise tipped him a twenty he shrugged and started driving. When they got to the airport they easily cleared security and were soon on the plane. There were rows of four on either side of the aisle so they all got to sit together. The entire flight the girls teased him anyway they could. The 'casual' touching and stroking of his leg 'accidentally' brushing his crotch. Two hours of them keeping him aroused.
Thread: LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW!

I'm just stopping in because I felt this here clip is relevant to your current story interest and I just plain couldn't help myself. Good luck in your search! Happy hunting!
Thread: LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW!

Lmao. I may be the one person on Earth who can't stand him.
Thread: Absence

Hi, I kinda left this site shortly after joining, and want to start using it again, sorry for the absence
Thread: Gen's Request Thread - Come on in!

My rules, preferences and style My Rules, Preferences, and Style! First of all, thank you for taking the time to read this section, I know that not everybody will. Really this is just here so that anybody who wants to play with me knows roughly what to expect, as well as what I am expecting in return. First and foremost I shall start with my rules I use thread or PM only, and usually prefer threads out of the two. I will not use anything else. Quality of writing is important to me including spelling, punctuation and grammar. Generally I like posts to be 2-3 paragraphs as a minimum, ideally more on intro posts. Detailed descriptions of characters actions and appearance are highly important to me. Do not decide on my characters actions, thoughts, speech or appearance without asking me. As for my writing style, typically I write in past tense third person, and unless otherwise stated I would hope that you do the same. When was last time you read a book which was written in present tense? It just sounds strange Other than that, on certain types of roleplay such as a GM Player scenario I might be okay using first person, but still, past tense. Within that, description is highly important to me. I cant stress that enough. Actions, thoughts, feelings, speech and appearance need to be described. You dont have to use pretty, flowey language so long as you can accurately portray the situation. With me, this is the main reason that some roleplays fizzle out. And finally, we have Thats right, Lemon Law! Unfortunately, despite our best efforts, not every rolepplay works out in a way that we both enjoy. So, within the first fifteen posts of the RP, if one or the other of us feels that things arent working out, for reasons such as but not limited to quality of writing, frequency of posts, lack of partner input then we can drop out without any drama. By this I simply mean that we can part ways amicably without feeling that the other is abandoning us.
Thread: Gen's Request Thread - Come on in!

Pre-made plots for others and group pairings ION. Pre-made plots for other gender pairings If you are interested then please PM me. DO NOT POST HERE. Welcome to the 'other' section of my thread! These are simply the pairings which didn't fit into any of the other two sections above. It will be mostly things such as Male x Male, Male x Futa, and mixed gender groups. With each idea, Im going to put a rating out of five, more stars means more story content, while fewer starts means more smut content. This does not reflect my cravings at all! With every idea Im also going to put down a few kinks as examples of what it might be fun to include these kinks are not essential! Porn shoot surprise Male x Futa or Male x Shemale Desperate, a young man signs up to a porn agency to try and find work. However, due to this slim and almost girly figure the agent just couldnt find him a role. He had two days left before the landlady kicked him out unless he could pay off his rent arrears in full. Thankfully a call came just in time, he had a part! It sounded great, and the photo of the woman hed been shown was gorgeous. After signing the contract he received half of the pay in advance, which was immediately used to pay his rent. When he arrived to shoot the scene, there was a nasty surprise. His co-star looked just like her photo except she turns out to be not entirely female. He tries to back out, but to do so he must give back the cash he has already spent. A call to the landlady confirms that she has no intentions of returning it to him, so theres only really one option Possible kinks crossdressing, anal virginity, humiliation, cumshots, mild bondage, live broadcasts Board game you just cant put down Mix of male and female, or all female A group of friends go on a trip together, only to find themselves stuck inside due to a terrible storm outside. Searching the rented home, they find a board game covered in dust that evidently hasnt been played in years. With nothing else to do, the open it up and decide to play. Strange things start to happen right away, and some of them went to stop. But there is a message written on the inside of the box the only way to make things go back to normal is to finish the game. Essentially, like Jumanji Possible kinks Nearly limitless with this one. PM for a copy of my F-list for possible ideas of what we might include.
Thread: Gen's Request Thread - Come on in!

GM x Player style roleplay ideas GM x Player style roleplay ideas If you are interested then please PM me. DO NOT POST HERE. Welcome to the GM section of my thread! No, not genetically modified, game master! These are roleplays in which you play a single character, while I play everyone else and describe the world around you. With these ideas, I am highly selective of who I will roleplay with. That does unfortunately mean that I am less flexible about things to leave out, or things to change. But, theres no harm in asking! With each idea, Im going to put a rating out of five, more stars means more story content, while fewer starts means more smut content. This does not reflect my cravings at all! No kinks for these plots, well work those out together. Writing a bestiary Female x GM This roleplay is in a fantasy setting on a world where people and creatures have a voracious sexual appetite due to a colourless and odorless chemical present in the air they breathe. You play as a woman who has travelled here wanting to make her name known by writing a book to take back home. She sets out with quills, papers and camping supplies, and not a great deal else. Her intention is simple, she wishes to meet members of every race possible and document their appearances, locale, and behaviour. Goblins, anthros, demons, elves shell encounter them all and many others besides, and may well end up bedding them as well. Whole new world to explore Any, but preferably Female x GM Your character spent months collecting them. A series of matching gemstones cut into patterns that allow them to fit together like pieces of a puzzle, each perfectly clear stone glowing faintly a different colour. Maybe you were a thief stealing them to sell to a wealthy buyer, perhaps a would-be sorcerer seeking powerful artifacts, or a brave warrior plundering forgotten tombs for promises of wealth. Either way, your character needs only one more gem to complete the set, and finally she hears word of where it might be found. After one final success, the set is complete! When they are finally assembled, your character touches them and the world turns black. Awakening, your character finds themselves in an abandoned and mostly ruined village, which has already not been inhabited in years. It doesnt take long as they explore their surroundings to work out this is a very, very long way from home. With no obvious way back, they must seek help if they want any answers. Note For this, I was thinking of something similar to the text-based games corruption of champions, or fall of Eden if any of you have played those. For this one, Im willing to include a VERY basic dice-based system if that is something that interests you. Pansexual, or bisexual characters are STRONGLY preferred.
Thread: Gen's Request Thread - Come on in!

Lists of pairings without plots This section of my thread isn't quite ready for public viewing yet, but when it's finished, this will be a list of a great many pairings that I would be interested in trying out! It's also my last post for now, for those of you who worried I was spamming
Thread: When Nobody's Watching [Dane Stalling & dearestdarling]

September 3, 1967, clear, 55 I was there Saturday night, watching. They danced around the bonfire to bongo drums and one of the longhairs had a guitar. Free love is right, as long as theyre high. One of the girls cried behind one of their old happy painted cars until another girl found her and got her to swallow another pill. I dont know which one of Johnnys girls was your sister. He might not know either. They dont know freedom though. If the establishment crumbled tomorrow, theyd be crying for their daddys money soon enough. That red Caddy needs a polish and the left rear shock absorber squeaks when it rocks. Chocolate eyes should keep that automobile clean, oiled up, greased, and polished or hes going to have to cry back to his daddy for an engine job. I can harbor no respect for someone who sucks at the teat of the establishment while he pretends to be fighting it. Theres no real rebellion there. Those Joyces and Johnnies are playing dress-up revolution just as much as all the squares are playing dress-up perfection. If they actually read their Trotsky, theyd probably end up looking more like your church than a bunch of spring rite pagans. One thing I imagine your Johnny has right is you probably are actually kind of pretty. It may be the only good taste he has. You, though, youre interesting. You might be interesting. You can write about the human herd instinct you call church where they condemn the human sexual instinct. Every time you begin to write words about sex you cross them out. I wonder where those amputated paths go in your probably kind of pretty head? At least you begin to write them down. Most women deny their animal altogether. Maybe the longhairs have that at least a little bit right. Im disappointed in Hopkins. I thought he was among the least dim stars at the Hinckley Bee. How much of his stuff do you ghost? Im sure you know better than anyone that the media is just a shell propping up the corruption we call society. Austen stirred the pot. Ahead of her time, agitating for social reform. Perhaps you only read her for the romantic passages. Perhaps not, but if youre propping up Hopkins and hes propping up the media, maybe you have feet on the ground. Do you? R
Thread: When Nobody's Watching [Dane Stalling & dearestdarling]

Who do you think you How did you Please don't tell September 6th, 1967 I'm hiding this in a different place, but then I guess if you're reading this, you've already found it. How long did it take you? You don't What you said when What were you doing at the bonfire if you didn't join in? How long did you watch Johnny's Cadillac rock? Does 'R' stand for 'revolutionary'? I could respect Joyce if that was ever her intent, but she's only in it for the free drugs. If you already knew that what they're selling was bunk, why were you there? I see the California Sunshine is still where I left it. Pretty? No, that's Joyce. Johnny was high when he told me that, his eyes were like two cherries swimming in buttermilk. Beautiful but not really there. He would kiss anything that stood still long enough... I shouldn't have even let him go that far. I just wondered what it might be like to be... that girl , for a moment. The one that steals a kiss from a wanna-be hippie. I could close my eyes and pretend I'm in a cottage in Devonshire, meeting with a clandestine lover. I guess I didn't want to be there either. When she's felt generous, Joyce has tried to make me over a few times. It never stuck. You can't really see mascara behind glasses anyway. Joyce convinced me to go a day without wearing them and I walked right into a doorframe. Thankfully you can't really see a shiner behind glasses either. Hopkins hasn't written a real article since I started at the paper, three years ago. They keep promising me that someday I might be able to write under my own byline, hinting that once old Mrs. Lackner passes away, I'll take over the etiquette column. Swell. I'll still be crediting my articles to another name, it'll just be Miss Manners instead. I can't really ask for more-- Father wouldn't agree to let me take journalism classes at the junior college, and without twice the credentials of any Joe off the street that bothers to apply, I have to be satisfied with these scraps. It's a good job, anyway. I can hide here at the library and pretend I'm working on something. They've stopped inviting me to coffee and the holiday parties... I guess after three years of 'no's', even the most persistent of pencil jockeys will give up. Pretty is pretty useless. Don't rely on the word of druggies, they make poor judges of beauty. For all you know, I'm wearing a grain sack and my head hasn't seen a hairbrush in days. It wouldn't matter. It's not what I'm here for. G
Thread: When Nobody's Watching [Dane Stalling & dearestdarling]

September 7th, 1967, clear, 62 Dont act so outraged. You leave your secrets in a public place because you hope to be found. You want to be seen. I can almost smell your longing. Why do you think I dont join in at the bonfire? They wouldnt like my type much, and I never did join in very well. More Macchiavelli than Leary. Why do you always have to be such a downer, man? I guess I dont see the peace and love theyre fawning about all the time. And then they tell me to take my capricorn somewhere else. As though an entire twelfth of the population of the earth, of which I am not, in fact a part, has to shut up so they can pass the clap around more happily. But its cold now, and they are all huddled in the cars their parents bought them when they proved they were average by graduating from high school. Its just the 18th letter of the alphabet. R. Im no revolutionary. I am a student of inevitable decay. I watch and I learn. Society wont need a revolution to cause its collapse. And you can have your California Sunshine. Theres no truth to be had by getting loaded. Nothing thats not already in your head, anyway. Truth needs a looking out, not a looking in, except to understand the natural order, the places that bodies belong in the world. The drug you need, pretty G is the one you wont say. The one you cross out every time you write it. Why do you care how long I watched the red Caddy bounce? Do you want to judge me for my watching? Or is it more than that? You wish you could have been there to see for yourself? Maybe you wont admit it, but if nobody were watching, would you peek out from behind the trees? Climb one and watch from above? Its a convertible, you know. Or maybe thats not what you wish for. Maybe you want to be the one lying in the back seat, hands over your head as his hands find your breasts, his lips find your mouth. Do you long to wrap your legs around his waist? Pull him into you? Do you want the drums around the bonfire to accompany the squeaking you make in the back of that red Caddy or the Volkswagen van, the green and cream Chevy? Is there more? Do you want to be watched? Not just ravished but seen being ravished? How much will you admit to yourself? How much will you write down and cross out? And how much will you hold back altogether? It will poison you in time. Your silence is deafening, pretty G. Youll admit to the fantasy of a kiss thousands of miles away and a hundred years gone, but nothing so close as a mile away, or a block. You are only allowed to desire impossible things. Thats the Miss Manners fantasy. I hope it carries you further than it carried my mother. Shed drink vodka if it wasnt for the communists. She contents herself with gin and the pool boy. Your hair is brushed beautifully, and you were more than kind of pretty in your little white sweater and blue dress when you slipped this next to Pulitzers biography. You may need glasses, but you dont need makeup. R
Thread: When Nobody's Watching [Dane Stalling & dearestdarling]

Spetember 8th, 1967 It's a blessing to be average. I envy average people. I want to go to sleep and wake up normal, to want the things I'm supposed to want. Who wants to be a malcontent? Besides y But I don't know what I'm supposed to want. Do I taste Sunshine and tumble headfirst down the rabbit hole, find a tribe and lose myself in it? Or do I square up, start attending those Christmas parties, smile coyly and bat my eyes demurely the way that Cosmopolitan magazine suggests and hope that some dull copy editor will ask me to go steady? Neither camp agrees with me. I can't fake either role convincingly. For your information, I don't want any part of it. It sounds so... vulgar, the way you describe it. Two animals rutting, just the way they said it was in school. Immoral, unless you're married of course. Eggs and sperm. So impersonal, clinical. What does that have to do with my sister emerging from the back of Johnny's Cadillac, with her hair mussed and her lipstick smeared down her chin, that look in her eyes...? I can't imagine they're back there letting their sperm and egg get to know each other, shaking hands, like the film claimed. Even so, some Puritan burst into tears as our teacher droned on about zygotes and dividing cells, and she had to sit a spell in the nurse's office, breathing into a paper bag. The lesson was over. I felt so... angry. I thought I was on the cusp of figuring it out, the secret that everyone else seems to know, the missing passages of every romance I've ever read. I learned nothing . I passed her in the hallway later, and the nurse sitting beside her on the bench was praising her for her 'sensitive, gentle spirit'. I'm ashamed, but... I wanted to slap her for what she stole from me. There's your poison. Do you get off on it Do you get off on watching? Are you some kind of pervert? I should tell my sister to whack the tree branches with a stick and see what falls out. You might be lofty and above it all, cozy in your tree, but I know you're lonely. Otherwise, why bother with the 007 act? If you despise them so much, why watch them? What do you see that's so intriguing? Give me a good reason, and I'll let you keep your perch. G P.S. You really think that I'm No one has ever Thank you.
Thread: When Nobody's Watching [Dane Stalling & dearestdarling]

September 9th, 1967, clear, 58 You can see the contradiction in asking what you are supposed to want, right? The very idea that your desires should conform to some overarching outside structure is what the establishment depends on to control you. The idea that there is a normal to aspire to is a fiction. Just because the mass of humanity is in a race toward mediocrity and invisibility doesnt mean that you have to join the rat race. Sure, invisibility is easier sometimes. Hell, its where I live. My boss probably wouldnt be able to pick me out in a lineup. I dont think hes seen my face in two weeks. Hes a creature of the sun though, leathery skin and good health and martinis by the pool when its not too cold. A strapping bore. So these are your choices? All-consuming boredom titillated by Cosmopolitans oracle or vapid babble with the flower children punctuated by a stoned screw in the nettles? At least youd feel something in the nettles. Wheres this biology lesson coming from? Cant you see where Im at? Im not trying to get you clued in to the birds and the bees. Imagine the fusion of mind and body. Animal rutting merged, controlled by human intellect. That look in your own eyes, not dulled by dope, not strangled by guilt. We are thinking animals. Dont you feel the overwhelming possibility and terror of it when you touch yourself? When you imagine Darcys gentlemanly restraint overcome by desire for not just your lips, but your body? Where did you imagine that hundred year old kiss would lead? Surely not to a stately waltz. You know you want him to destroy a bed with you. What do I know, anyway. Im just a pervert. I watch. At least I watch. I learn. I dont pretend sex doesnt exist. I dont pretend its not a fascinating and intoxicating liquor. How astounded your Puritan must be when the human race continues to reproduce when the reproduction depends on something as sterile as shaking hands. And Im the pervert? Whats more perverted than twisting the beautiful animal into a bland oatmeal of dividing cells and fucking handshakes? And yes, Im lonely. Ive always been a misfit. I know you mean it to smart, and it does. Ive found no likeminded woman, and few men. So yes, I watch the foolish rutting of the hippies for the small truths that are there, and I read the inane newspaper for scraps of truth that are there. I admit that I read Hopkins's articles with a different eye now that I know theres an interesting mind behind them, even if fettered by arbitrary expectations. Youll write under your own name one day, and it wont be for the manners fluff. R P.S. I really think youre pretty. Dont cross it out next time.
Thread: When Nobody's Watching [Dane Stalling & dearestdarling]

September 10th, 1967 Darcy wouldn't look my way. I'm no Lizzie Bennett, despite what you say about me being pr Pretty. If anything I'm the Jane Eyre type, painfully plain, but there are more important things than appearances. Look at Joyce and where that got her. She was Junior Miss Hinckley for three years running. Those bouquets have long since rotted, the gowns went out of style and the tiaras collect dust on the mantel in the den, next to my spelling bee medals. You'll never guess which of the two my parents prize more, though. Anyway, she could care less about that life now. She prefers her midnight romps, her acid and her pot. But I can spell stichomythia. Somehow I think she might've won that one. Maybe I want to be controlled, did you ever consider that? I don't want to be invisible, just seamless. I want everyone to see what I want them to see, that I'm a good woman with strong morals and no inclinations towards... those kinds of thoughts. The ones I cross out, yes, and the ones that make me blush when they intrude on me, gripping me. You don't understand. You're a man , Hugh Hefner publicly celebrates those thoughts that plague me, the ones that good girls aren't supposed to have. I'm defective. I want to braid daisies in my hair and fall into some Johnny's arms, but... But I know that it would feel just as empty as that Miss Manners fantasy. Johnny's gorgeous, sure, but he's an idiot. But... Sometimes I do think about it. Dream about it. Last night it was so vivid it could've been real. What about you? You think about it enough. It's all you want to write about. Have you ever actually kissed a girl? More? Or do you keep that animal caged too? Taunt me all you want, but when it comes right down to it, you're all talk. I asked you to give me a good reason for your lurking, something compelling, and you give me garble about nettles and small truths that you didn't care to elaborate on. Tell me the truth, or you'll lose your privilege to snoop. G