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Thread: New Queen // {BearXBarker}

Samairas words brought a genuine look of surprise to Aarons face before it became distorted by an outburst of laughter. Hours! the word seemed almost forced out in the mist of his outburst. I had you go through pleasures and experiences of your past for hours and yet you walk and talk like you were just in a slight jog. As he finished his taught he started to take more control over his emotions. His laughter moved from a childish outburst to a rather soft chuckle in moments. What I meant to say was I was impressed. Most would be a wordless pile of sexual mess, but here you are still pondering about this mysterious stranger. Silence followed his words as he took his time looking away from here to the town square that surrounded them. I am a whore. Just like you... a slight pause interrupted his words before he turned to face be leaving only inches to separate them. Well, a higher level, but same job. He continued resting up against the brick well, but keeping her close. As he spoke he remained in hush tones ether though the square held no other visitors. I have many names for myself, but for brevity sake, let use King of Succubus! His eyes remained trained on her curious about her reaction. It is a way more grandiose title then Aaron the God of Pimps. He lamented before turning away from Samaira and resuming his lean against the well. It felt good for Aaron to let this out finally, but also something about this one. It is my duty to provide my staffs and myself services to those chosen by my other fellow Gods I mean there is more, but that is the basics. When it comes to pleasure and desires that is my domain. As he finished his body seemed to straighten up as if a burden had been lifted. And with that I feel I have answered your question. Slowly he stood up tall the droplets of water still traveling down the small of his back. In an instant he swung around boxing Samaira in his arms on either side of her. The maneuver was animalistic as his body slammed against hers pinning her against the well. Now.. his words came out deeper than before. I must ask that you do not tell anyone about this secret of mine. And in return I will pay you in what a whore does best. His breath ran against the side of her neck as he talked. He kept pressing his large frame against hers his desires now left bear. I want to ravish you. And you want to be ravish. His dreads laid in her face feeling her nose with a rather sweet scent but just she would get used to it he moved his head back pulling her away from it. So what do you say we cut loose and have a good time? Away from your pimp where I and bribe you in peace?
Thread: New Queen // {BearXBarker}

Aarons outburst made her draw back in a mix of confusion and bewilderment, her eyes searching him as he spoke what made little sense to her. Yes, shed spent the last few hours with her head dreaming of every lustful touch shed ever experienced but that was nothing compared to the feeling she had when his hands were on her. If there was anything that would turn her into a puddle of lustful need at his feet it would be to feel his velvet lips against her own and have the heat of his tongue in her mouth, their bodies harmonious in their craving of each other and their desperate need to take and give all that they could. Her confusion settled slowly into cautious suspicion, because though he set her on fire on the inside in a way no other man had done before, she had seen magics that her mind couldnt explain. Whore. She despised that word but coming from his lips it didnt seem as much an insult as it was a title. It was true, she supposed, that she was a whore by trade, but she had only turned her hobby into something that would put food in her belly. She could lay with men nightly and let their cocks fill her simply for the pleasure of it all but that would require her to actually put her hands to use for something besides guiding a man into one of her eager holes. Fair enough. His answer wasnt enough to sate the burning curiosity but it was enough she could focus on other things, like watching the way his body moved. He was a piece of living artwork and she admired the way he presented himself. Her body hungered for him even now, and in the moment in which he trapped her against the well, her burning desire burst back into open flames. She knew she should have shown restraint but there was no stopping the hungry need that rose in her as her lips crashed against his, the sweet smell of his hair filling her mind with the musky smell of his body. She wanted him - needed him - to take her. Now. Her pleasures had to be quelled and her desire could stand at bay no longer.
Thread: Craving for Alpha Males! (M/f)

Bumpy bump bump! To quote the raven, nevermore.
Thread: Craving for Alpha Males! (M/f)

Bumpy bump bump! There is no beauty without some strangeness.
Thread: RP: Shame: Wanted [ Horror_Show & DarkofNight]

Tonight's conquest was a blonde in her mid 40s. Attire and haircut screamed corporate ladder climber, too busy for real relationships. Brandon could relate. Airport hotel bars were great for picking up this kind of company. They were generally bored, only in town for a couple evenings, and had ready access to a bed. He tipped the uber driver as he dug a cigarette out of his jacket pocket. The phone told him it was a little after 1130, lights on, however dim, indicated Millie was probably still up. He felt sorry for the girl. Growing up with Marvin, being more adult than the reigning adult seemed to have made her insular. Cut off. He'd rarely spoken to either of them after his mother's death. Of course when things started looking up for him, Marvin came looking for money. Brandon provided, remembering what he'd done for Brandon's mother, and sent Millie some too without telling Marvin, just to make sure things stayed all right. It was usually Brandon that wound up paying Marvin's medical bills. Medicaid only covered so much. Marvin listed him as an emergency contact, and that's how he'd found out about his death. To think, they'd been living in a fucking trailer. How the hell had his sister survived there that long? Jesus, she'd made it to 19 without getting knocked up by one or more white trash pieces of shit, so she'd already beat the long odds. He still struggled to relate to her, but he also rarely saw her. The apartment usually looked sterile and immaculate because be suspected the cleaning staff were in it more frequently than he was. He unlocked the door, walking in, muttering a perfunctory Hey sis as he passed Millie's room and didn't break stride until he made it to the master bath and started the shower. He wanted to get the smell of cigarettes and sex off of him before Millie caught on he'd been indulging in either.
Thread: RP: Shame: Wanted [ Horror_Show & DarkofNight]

It was getting close to midnight but Millie couldnt sleep. There were several factors to reason with, her environment change, the emotions with the loss of her deadbeat father, moving states away from the only support she had. She had spent hours on the new fancy phone using social media thanking everybody who was kind and generous about the loss of her father. She also had to explain to local friends how she had to move in with her brother in the big city of New York. She could fathom how much it cost to live here. It was nearing the end of summer, autumn was around the corner and she had graduated high school. Brandon hadnt mentioned it but she knew he would start suggesting and encouraging college. Although she had just moved so he was thinking a university would be out of the picture until she got her bearings. She had the apartment all to herself, she normally did and had already peaked and explored it. She figured she could offer to clean it knowing it must have been professionally cleaned. She knew he could afford it but if she was there, he could save some small cash. She headed into the medium size kitchen and decided to make something to eat. Another thing she wasnt quite use to was a fridge filled with food and cabinets stocked, especially fresh produce and meat. She pulled out several vegetables and a head of lettuce to make a salad. She turned on the oven to bake fresh bacon and cook chicken to make a Cobb salad. She was it least using some of the accessories Brando had bought her, she was using her wireless beat earbuds to listen to music as she cooked. She was a little underweight so some weight could medically do her some good. She planned to advantage of it. She had already see a physician and gone a basic check up with blood work and was already on a crap ton of supplements to build her immune system. Plus they had discovered she had hormone problems so was on medications for that, that was also part of her sleeping problems. She was finally being taken care of, mind and body it least. Millie was cutting the chicken and putting the actual salad together, getting ready to drown it in dressing when the door opened. She had headphones in so she was unaware of Brandon entering. Then she sensed someone and pulled her earbud out to hear him greet her as he paced straight toward his master bedroom. She made a face and walked toward the hallway seeing his door close. She didnt even have time to ask if he wanted anything, she rolled her eyes and leaned her head on the wall. He was so complicated. It was almost like living with a stranger. She pushed off the wall to head back to finishing her salad, she had enough ingredients to make him a salad. She left the crumbled bacon and chicken in two little containers for him to put on as he wanted. She made two plates and headed into the dining room to eat. She started digging in and listening to music in one ear, she could hear him showering.
Thread: RP: Shame: Wanted [ Horror_Show & DarkofNight]

The water cascaded over him, heat loosening the muscles in his back. He allowed himself just a moment to enjoy the heat, then set to work, quickly and meticulously washing from head to toe, rinsing quickly and shutting off the shower in less than 5 minutes. Between dorm rooms and sharing apartments with friends and colleagues as his career took off, Brandon had gotten into a habit of showering quickly. The efficiency of it appealed to him and so he hadn't stopped after he'd been able to afford an apartment of his own. A strong, particular smell struck his nose as he left the bathroom. It had snuck under the door. He dressed in a simple white tshirt and unbleached linen lounge pants that were light and felt comfortable against his skin. He opened his door, looking out to the living room... Do I smell bacon? There is a primal part of the human brain that smell short circuits. Food for Brandon was, like everything else, primarily about efficiency. Macronutrients and protein content first, flavor second. Bacon... Bacon you can pretend doesn't exist. You can try replacing with turkey bacon. You can just stop buying it and pretend to be satisfied putting Canadian bacon on your eggs benedict at Sunday brunch. But bacon will not be ignored. Its presence demanded acknowledgement, and the smell drew Brandon, who knew he should otherwise probably be getting to bed for work in the morning, into the dining room to investigate.
Thread: RP: Shame: Wanted [ Horror_Show & DarkofNight]

Millie continued eating in the dining room, she was stabbing large forkfuls of her salad and enjoying it. You could say her appetite had increased from her medication stabilizing her hormones, on top of being able to enjoy fresh food. She was so use to living primarily off of processed cheap box food that was easy to buy and make last. That consisted of frozen television dinners and ramen noodles, far from healthy. She was downing a cold bottle of water when she heard Brandon randomly asked about bacon. She screwed the cap back on her water peeing down the hallway, kind of impossible with the angle she was sitting at. Before she knew it Brandon was entering the kitchen looking a new man, showered and smelling distinctly clean. He would see she had already set him out a plate of salad, with sides to add if he likes, a couple of dressings were put out. He would see she had taken advantage of the buttermilk ranch. She raised her eyes curiously at him as she took another bite, he would hear her light music in one ear. I made you a salad if your hungry..I was starving so I made a Cobb salad, so yes.I cooked some bacon and chicken. She mumbled watching him approach the dining room table. She observed him closely but not direct enough he would be able to catch it. He looked rather attractive, the white complicated him, as if he was about to mediate or kick someones ass in some Asian film. She smiled at her own thought, he was built enough to take anybody. It almost made her wondered why he didnt have a girlfriend or wasnt already married. He seemed to have a good career, was balanced and had the looks to get any female he wanted, he should of already been married with kids. Least she thought that was what normal people did. Maybe she had no idea what ordinary was, she barely functioned herself. She also wouldnt know that he did get his share of women, he just never made commitments. She was also surprised he was actually staying the night. She had been living here close to two weeks and had only seen him a small handful of times. Maybe he had snuck into rest when she was already sleep but always got up early for work.
Thread: RP: Shame: Wanted [ Horror_Show & DarkofNight]

He sat down in front of the prepared salad, with a bit of a confused look across his face. Apart from restaurants, he hadn't had a meal prepared for him in nearly a decade. Not since... Well not since the happy times with Sandra. Not even the times towards the end. You didn't need to. Thank you he said simply, as he reached for the blue cheese dressing, applying it slowly in a measured, careful grid across the salad greens. He picked up the fork, collecting greens in a rough circle around the plate, working toward the center. Finished, he pushed his plate to the center of the table. What are you still doing up anyway? he asked. I know you're still finding your place here and all, but it's still late.
Thread: RP: Shame: Wanted [ Horror_Show & DarkofNight]

She finished her own plate and watched silently as he measured his dressing and ate in a rather odd way. Brandon had some sort of over compulsive issues she was positive but wasnt one to judge. Then he made a comment on it being late and her still being up which caught her off guard. She shrugged and looked awkwardly around the dining room. It was almost irritating how he was acting like a parent, genuinely concern but what was more baffling than that was this unknown authority he had, he was intimidating. Yeah its just from the medication and moving. Ill clean up and get to bed. She said, sounding a bit like a drone now and quickly got up to take their plates to the sink. She rinsed them off and quickly put everything away in the fridge and made sure to do so in an organized fashioned. She felt his eyes but ignored them. She looked back at him and they just gawked at each other. She felt like a complete stranger, unwanted in his house. She knew he wouldnt let her live alone, hell she couldnt afford it. She was forever in his debt but she was still just a young adult. Sorry if Im bothersome. I dont mean to be. Ill keep quiet and out of your way. She said and was going to dart for her bedroom but something happened and she quickly paced toward him in the general direction be pecked him on the side of the head. Goodnight . As quickly as she had done it she was off down the hall and then he would hear her door shut. She sighed behind her closed door. She would have to get use to his mannerisms, even challenge him at times. He didnt mean well but she thrown down a rabbit whole into a land she was unfamiliar with.
Thread: RP: Shame: Wanted [ Horror_Show & DarkofNight]

The show of affection, however minor, had taken him aback. He wasn't used to it. His mother had been dead for over a decade, Marvin wasn't exactly an emotionally expressive father figure. Sandra... Sandra was a long time ago too. He shook himself and saw Millie disappearing into her room. Defensive, insulated, but she was trying to reach out. At this point he was the only family she had. Not everyone was as used to Brandon as being on their own. He strolled slowly down the hall. Her door was closed. There was something about sharing space, her now having some space and some privacy of her own. He doubted she had much of that luxury in the small shoebox she'd called a home with Marvin, even if she'd had her own room. It was important to respect that. He knocked, but didn't open the door. You're not a bother. You're family. I know I'm really busy... with work. But maybe we can find some time to do something together this weekend. For all he knew, she was already asleep, or ignoring him. He walked off to his own room without another sound, leaving her be and getting himself to sleep. What did you do for fun with someone too young to drink at a bar? What do you even do with girls you weren't trying to sleep with?
Thread: RP: Shame: Wanted [ Horror_Show & DarkofNight]

Millie was quick to retreat to her room but she had excellent hearing, she was great at being aware of her surroundings. She had to be taking care of her alcoholic father living in a ghetto ass trailer park. She had heard him knock and was close to opening it when he spoke. She listened and stood there. It was so damn strange how her own flesh and blood felt like a complete stranger. She felt closer to her father which was fucked up in itself. He was truthful, he was a grown adult with a career. He wast accustomed to sharing his living space with a young female. He was kind enough to take her in, they wasnt even full blood siblings, just the same mother and yet he still had finically always take care of her. She was yet to know because of him, her father made had lived just a bit longer. She heard him head back towards the bedroom and let her had drop quietly from the door knob. She turned off her lights leaving on a small lamp on the lowest setting to give a small warm glow that left most of the room dark. She crawled into her bed pulling back the covers and buried herself in a cocoon. She had been sleeping better because of the comfortable bedding and mattress, she felt like she was sleeping on cotton. She didnt even want to imagine how much he paid for everything he had gotten her. She was grateful, she was almost lost in how to accept her life style change. It was nice but it felt different than what she was use to, living by the minimum. Maybe she felt like she didnt deserve it. Millie was talking to her friends on her facebook messenger, once again with her headphones back in. She was enjoying the good quality of headphones. She was browsing through her facebook and for some reason found her brothers facebook. It was almost his professional page but held enough basic information. She would be unaware of the dirty dating profiles he had. She indulged to look at photos of him and found herself amazed by how well dressed and attractive he looked . She found herself looking through almost every photo. Once again, he was her brother but it didnt feel like it. She saw pictures of when he must have had a girlfriend, maybe more? He looked so happy. He had a beautiful smile she was positive she would rarely see. It wasnt long until she started to get sleepy and passed out looking at his pictures. So innocent but showing her fascinated, perhaps slow infatuation with her older brother.
Thread: RP: Shame: Wanted [ Horror_Show & DarkofNight]

Brandon blinked his eyes. Sunlight shown through the window. That shouldn't happen. The alarm goes off in the morning, early, so that he had time to go the the fitness center downstairs and do a workout before he left for work. His alarm had failed to go off, he checked the phone, and found he had just under an hour to get to work. He lept up, changing, thankful he'd gotten a shower in the night before and dressed as quickly as he could. He turned on his laptop and reviewed his notes for the first meeting of the day as he fixed himself a cup of coffee, scanning slowly through the pages. He checked the clock again, panicking and closing the laptop, filling his to-go cup with coffee and rushing out. His computer contained a mixture of work files and personal use files. Usually closing the computer down or leaving it untouched for more than 10 minutes would lock and encrypt it, but modern life was full of conveniences that Brandon hadn't considered. He'd set his home WiFi for example as a trusted network, meaning no security measures were in place as long as the laptop identified it was 'home', but they applied anywhere else. And so his laptop was left, completely unprotected, on his kitchen counter. There was a massive amount of incriminating data for anyone looking to have found. Digging around in the file system would have revealed over a terabyte of pornographic videos, sorted by category. Teen amateurs, Redheads and Creampie having the most content, but there were also a wide array of other subjects for other moods. Even his email was incriminating. There was one folder named simply Ignore. Sometimes his one-night stands had gleaned enough info from him, the company he worked for, his name, where he lived, to somehow track him down on social media or find his email through the company directory. In cases like this, he'd set his email to dump all emails he'd identified as being from one of these girls directly into this folder. The letters piled up one after another, Brandon conveniently never had to look at more than the first, even if they tried in earnest to contact him again and again. This was not the only odd or incriminating piece of information in his email. Only a few minutes after he left, an email popped up from an address identifying herself only as Scarlet Barbie. She confirmed their meeting tonight, shortly after work, reminding him that he'd agreed to an additional 200 to meet at her place and that she would have a friend waiting for her to call afterward to ensure she was ok, being a first time client and all. The chain of the email yielded more information, her rates were all things considered relatively low, it sounded like she was a college girl that had just stumbled onto this line of work and didn't know how much she should actually be charging. He had further requested, and received nude pics of her, neck down and obscuring her face.
Thread: RP: Shame: Wanted [ Horror_Show & DarkofNight]

Work was hell without his laptop, he cursed himself all day long for being careless enough to forget it. Luckily he'd been able to use another computer in his department to access his notes for his nearly back to back meetings that day. They of course offered him no time to actually return home to retrieve it either. It was a long, stressful day, by time he had pulled up to her building and climbed the walk up to her small studio apartment, he felt as though he was about to reward himself for a job well done. Scarlet Barbie was a real treat too. The photos did her figure justice, full perky breasts and a cute ass. He could tell she was new to this business from the slight trepidation she showed when he walked in, and later when it came time to getting down to business. Maybe a scholarship had run out, mom and dad cut off funding... Who knows? She was talented enough that she was obviously no stranger to sex, but doing it for money had to have been a recent development. It was late by time he finally returned home. The apartment was quiet, he spotted the laptop sitting on his kitchen table, but not in the same position he left it while he was having breakfast. Had Millie gotten bored and tried snooping? He spotted her on the couch, television off, scanning through her phone. Hey sis