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Thread: Conferences  (BethanUK & Charmsnake)

Bethan's fears were realised when Lydon signalled to her with a flick of his hand in her direction. Oh god I can't do anything but go and sit there now. He will be offended if I don't Bethan said to herself. She looked one last time despairingly in Tim's direction, hoping against hope that he would rescue her but he was already deep in conversation and paid her no attention. Her legs felt like lead as she trudged slowly to the seat indicted to her and sat down. After Lyndon introduced himself, Bethan replied umm yes I remember you spoke earlier about how well the Houston branch is doing tactfully ignoring the fact that he had made Tim look stupid at the same time. She went on, I am Mrs Bethan Roberts, I am the new accounts manager at San Diego and these is my first one of these things, so apologies if i seem a bit nervous or if I put my foot in it at all. As soon as she finished that introduction she felt like she had already made herself look stupid why did I have to add Mrs ? It's just a boring business event. I might as well have stood up and shown everyone on the table my wedding ring ! She was relieved when the serving staff began bringing starters to the table and she found out that it was a set menu. Her palate was reasonably unsophisticated and she had been scared that she would show herself up. Indeed her plan was to order exactly the same as the person before her if it had come to it. As she was eating her melon starter the restaurant's sommelier arrived at the table with a choice of wines. Bethan's face froze in fear of him asking her to choose
Thread: Conferences  (BethanUK & Charmsnake)

Lyndon found her proper English accent more than charming as she introduced herself so wordily. Even her name, so ornately placed somewhere between Beth and Bethany was thoroughly unamerican. He took her hand tenderly by the fingertips, her wedding ring not at all unnoticed. It mattered little as her husband was not anywhere nearby. Her perfume surprised him as he did not expect something so sugary, then again Bethan could not have been thirty, significantly younger than himself approaching his forty-seventh birthday, and it was a scent of the generation after his own. Bethan, he confirmed calmly, the warmth in his smile cutting subtle yet distinguished lines into his cheeks betraying his otherwise youthfully sculpted features. He bade her to sit. Might I interest you in some wine? asked the waiter as he pushed the wine cart next to their table. The Chardonnay will be fine, Lyndon opted as he waved a downward pointed finger at both his and Bethan's glasses. Although not assuming her politics so soon in their acquaintance, he had deduced enough of her to be not so feminist as to resist all traditional romance such as ordering her drink. He did so with a swift and decisive ease. I'll have that too, said Carl with a nod. Don't be afraid of Sims, Lyndon confided to Woitowski. Carl perked up. Richard is a good man. Go to him for advice. Be genuine. He will help you. You think? asked Carl. I know, said Lyndon assuredly. He wasn't lying. Richard is very approachable, confirmed Charmaine with a nod as the hotel's sommelier finished pouring and with a crisp tug of his vest, straightened up and moved on to the next group. Cheers, said Lyndon as he clinked his glass with everyone around the table, starting with Carl to his left and completing the circuit with the English lady on his right. Mrs Bethan Roberts was plain but nonetheless very lovely in her dark waves of hair and simple attire. She was a quiet one. Lyndon liked that. It made her all the more alluring, like a jewelry box yearning to be unlocked. So what all did you leave behind in England? he asked her.
Thread: Conferences  (BethanUK & Charmsnake)

Bethan was very relieved that Lyndon had taken control of the situation with regards to the wine order and smiled as her glass was filled with a white wine selected from the trolley, even though she didn't really know what it tasted like. It reassured her that others on the table did the same thing and accepted Lyndon's choice. She took a sip from her glass as the guy from Philadelphia what was his name ? received a pep talk from the group from Houston, following his funding request earlier. Bethan was confused given that no one had supported him when he spoke in open forum previously, but not brave enough to say anything. Lyndon clinked her glass as he had done with everyone else on the table, then asked about why she had come to the USA from the UK. Feeling more relaxed now Bethan replied umm we came over with my husband's job. He is in Biotech and had a once in a lifetime opportunity to come here to open a US office for his company. I couldn't stand in his way, even though it meant me giving up my job. Fortunately i saw the position in San Diego vacant and well here i am. The wine was nice though stronger than Bethan was used to. As the main course was served and the sommelier returned with another bottle, she wondered how much work really got done at these events in the afternoon. As everyone else had their glasses topped up, Bethan felt she couldn't refuse.
Thread: Conferences  (BethanUK & Charmsnake)

As she told the details of her migration, Lyndon deduced that Bethan was a recent transplant. It would go a long way in explaining why she felt so much a fish out of water. Bethan had stopped tugging at her hair, replacing the habit with sipping her wine, the level in her glass of which was quickly lowering, almost as swiftly as Charmaine's. Houston's accounts manager was known to be a heavy drinker even if she held her booze quite well. Welcome to America, Bethan, Lyndon gave the English girl a nod. Across the room Faye Wang was the center of attention at her own table as she gave a magnanimous toast. Faye was getting old but was still as slick as vaseline on an ice rink. Even ten years ago she was a hot piece of Asian candy. As she moved well into her fifties she was putting on pounds and there wasn't enough makeup to cover up all the lines anymore, but with not a stitch out of place and a smile to charm a bald man into buying a comb, she still had it. Seattle always led the company in sales and Faye Wang was why. Bethan was the opposite - quiet, soft, demure. She would never dare to be so assertive. It wasn't in her to move and shake the company. She was a dilligent foot soldier, or perhaps even a field nurse that was a pleasantly enticing image and wasn't the type to give orders. Instead she carried them out promptly, and Lyndon imagined, in exact detail. I'll have the cod, said Lyndon as the waiter asked his order. In Texas we have so much red meat all the time. Good to have something different, he explained. He didn't need to order the power steak to make a point. He was manly enough without it. So I hear barbecues are on the agenda next, said Woitowski. It's because of that new cable show, said Lyndon, already ahead of the conversation's curve. Cross Country Grill, Janz from Cleveland chimed in. He had ordered the steak. That's the one, acknowledged Carl. So popular they figure it'll be the summer craze. Barbecues and patio furniture. Anything backyard, so we're gonna push to get it in now, said Janz. After lunch they'd all file back into the room and speculate about summer barbecues. It meant little to Lyndon. If he wanted to know what would sell, he'd talk to the sales staff. They knew what they could sell, and if they weren't sure, they'd find out pretty quick. If Faye Wang had much to say about barbecues he'd probably listen close but other than that he'd sit back and let everyone else get their two cents in. He was much more interested in the caress of Bethan's soft white fingertips upon the stem of her wine glass.
Thread: Dagor Dagorath - 1x1 Lôminzil / Jukha [LeaT x Prince]

Dark Lord be thanked, Lminzil was stoking Jukha's ego as he overwhelmed her with his strength. At times he didn't know what was more enjoyable-- her mouth and throat on his cock, or her futile struggles as she tried and failed to fight his rough use of her face. She was frantically attempting to please him to get him to ease up, her fingers working his shaft and balls and her throat stretching. Too late was she realizing that he was getting off on abusing her and there was nothing she could do to slake that burning desire except endure. The look of fear on her sloppy face as he had choked her made his loins burn even hotter. She had no resistance left except survival. He wouldn't kill her until he had gotten everything he wanted from her, including information, but she didn't know that. And now she was trying to please him again, reaching for his thick dick and attempting to mount him. Her hot sex felt exquisite as she balanced on the tip of his manhood, stretching her wet lips wide as his head pushed against her entrance. The unnatural fever running through his body made his cock burn with need and a wave of dizziness slipped over him. In.. I want it inside... Jukha grunted, mouth strangely dry as he licked his still spicy lips. One hand slapped down on her wet sex hard, stinging her clit, while the forearm around her neck tightened and he used his muscles to push her down onto his throbbing rod. Fuck, she was tight, and he bounced her on his cock, inching her deeper as his free hand tormented her body. Her breasts were squeezed, pinched and twisted as they jiggled from him rocking her down his manhood. More slaps peppered her sex, hitting her stretched and swollen lips. Jukha didn't even care if he struck his own cock, such was his desire to goad her into trying her hardest to take him. Yes... take me.. all the way in. And then he was hilted in her body fully again, this time in her pussy. Her tightness was maddening, clamping his big cock in a hot vise as he let out another loud, guttural roar of triumph. Rising up to his knees, with her still impaled on him, he launched himself forward to violently pin her facedown on the ground under the bulk of his muscular body. You are mine now, witch, grunted Jukha as his tusks scratched her cheeks and ears hard enough to draw blood. Powerful hips twitched to emphasize his statement, sliding his cock in and out of her in a series of hard, fast beats. The forearm tightened again, threatening to choke her. Now... tell me where you are taking the sun shard. Don't make me hurt you more than I would just for my pleasure. I need to know. Jukha felt confident she would talk. She was his now, right? It was just getting so hard to think with this fever in his body. His mouth was even drier now and swallowing was difficult. He coughed, feeling phlegm come up from his lungs. A shake of his head to clear his thoughts and he began to pump his cock into her with hard and fast thrusts that pressed her into the dirt of the river bank. Tell me... Now.
Thread: Dagor Dagorath - 1x1 Lôminzil / Jukha [LeaT x Prince]

While much of Lminzil's actions were an act, her howl of painful ecstasy was genuine as the big orc forced her onto the thick spear of his shaft. She had guided him to the very gate of her channel hoping to ease herself onto the bulbous head but this was no gentle love making. His hands mauled her soft dark flesh even as he rammed her downward. She felt as if he would split her in two and even with his obvious strength he had to feed her inches at a time due to her tightness. Her small hands attempted to slow his progress but ultimately he would fill her to his base, she could barely manage to slow him down. Her taut belly stretched with a faint outline of his progress as she felt him fill her. She was no stranger to pain but his cock felt like a living malevolent being throbbing within her, eager to bust out of her. She felt as if she had been impaled and what seemed like a never ending length of cock meat would eventually burst out of her chest. Her breath came in short pants as he seemed to rearrange her internal organs and press against her diaphragm. She felt the hairy base of his cock tickle her ass and clit and knew she had taken every last inch of him. Even in her pain she felt a surge of pride as she had taken all he had to give. Just as she thought it could get no more intense, his massive clawed hand slapped on her clit. Her body writhed in painful bliss, it was a searing painful heat that threatened to consume her body but she loved it. She felt a climax welling up from deep inside of her. The already tight, but silky smooth flesh of her core began to spasm, squeezing his orchood up and down his length. She arched her back, thrusting her round orbs, the flawless ebony flesh now a criss-cross of scratches and welts. As he stood with her still impaled on his cock she reached back, wrapping dark slender arms about his thick neck. She felt like a naked bowsprit of a ship, on display for an ocean of hungry eyes. His words barely registered in her mind she was so overwhelmed with pain and pleasure. Before she knew it she was planted face down into the ground, Jukha's massive spear still thrusting deep into her. Groveling and moaning in the dirt like a simple slave whore she nearly answered him out of reflex. Physically she did belong to him, and would for the rest of his short life. She caught herself though and sensing the beginning of the end for the mighty orc risked his wrath. I will use it to kill your orcs, after I have taken them from you. She kept her voice low enough that only he would hear her. She thrust her hips back to meet his thrusts. Slowly working her way to her hands and knees, heavy breasts sway fore and back with each thrust of their coupling. She heard him cough and pressed back towards him, slowly gaining her advantage.
Thread: M seeking F or Futa (Breeding, Furries, Fandom, Domination, etc.)

RE My First Fandom Thread Bump.
Thread: M seeking F or Futa (Breeding, Furries, Fandom, Domination, etc.)

RE My First Fandom Thread seeking Females and Traps Bump.
Thread: Final Fantasy XIV - Any Midgardsormr ERPers? F/F

Links and topic title properly updated now to not be terrible!
Thread: Multiple Posts in One Category?

So I was looking through my friend's threads the other day trying to find her request thread and saw that she has two under the Female Request Section . I thought this was weird since I thought we still wrre only supposed to have one thread per section, so I looked at some other people's profiles and saw that there were other people with more threads in a single section all of them had two threads max per section I checked the updates rules about threads and bumping and I didn't see anything about this being okay, I may have missed it or misinterpreted it, but I'm curious about this. Are we allowed to have two threads in each request section?
Thread: Multiple Posts in One Category?

Yes, there is a limit of two threads per request section. Some people use it to separate original from fandom, but there are many reasons for it.
Thread: Multiple Posts in One Category?

We are allowed two request threads per each section, as per the Request thread Bumping Policy rules . Hope this helps!
Thread: Wildstar - Any Jabbit (EU) ERPers? F/F

Moved to it's proper spot by the lovely mods, now. Also the title no longer sucks!
Thread: Temper the Storm [Star Wars: JGS & Blue]

Erisa Naiyo. Sir. Her name wasn't one he recognized. Although, admittedly, Ren didn't recognize very many. As apprentice to the Supreme Leader, the young force user had rarely associated with First Order personnel outside the select few placed directly under his chain of command. Inspiring the troops and maintaining relations fell more under General Armitage Hux's line of work. Kylo maintained his silence, his dark eyes raking over her conflicted guise as the girl presented him with her compromise. Though he hadn't expressed it, her behavior surprised him. Ren was known to be temperamental and had publicly lashed out several times before. In each instance, the affected parties had been quick to submit and flee from his sight. Yet, here she stood. Having been choked a moment prior, the girl was now offering a compromise to the master of the Knights of Ren. With a sharp exhale, Ren took a seat on the bed. He observed the private recovery room as Erisa resumed her work. Various droids zipped around, picking up the numerous instruments that he'd knocked to the floor. Looking to the med bay, he noticed a pink flower sprouting from an elegant glass pot its bright hue clashing with the uniform colors that served as its backdrop. The General would probably be... willing to fill you in, The mention of Hux was enough to draw Ren's attention back to the woman surveying his condition. Of all the lives that had been lost on Starkiller base, Armitage had somehow managed to keep his. he was concerned enough to accompany you here. Ren gripped Erisa's slender wrist, noticing the deep brown in her round, attentive eyes as he glanced at her face. Hux was never concerned enough to accompany anyone anywhere. We're done here. He ordered sharply. Brushing off her monitoring devices, Ren lurched over to his mask. The heavy helmet encased his head, the intricate faceplate shifting into place. Ren moved to the exit, his steps heavy and labored as he walked. Upon reaching the doorway to the main corridor, his deep strides came to a halt. You, a dark, veiled face glanced over his shoulder Ren's voice now buzzing with an artificial, Vader-like quality nearly unrecognizable from his own. Erisa Naiyo. Take me to the General. Now.
Thread: MST3K - Pulling the Trigger (Miss Tris x Shadows)

Too fast? Kinga repeated his concern with an amused smile upon her lips. Oh, no... We're not rushing anything. Her hands continued to explore his body, moving on to his chest. Her fingers closed around the loosened tie as she leaned body over his. She jerked him towards her by the hold, lifting him at the neck, as she brought her face alongside his. Lips slipped around his earlobe, Kinga suckling and offering a playful giggle. She took the flesh between her teeth, tugging firmly before she released the hold. Her mouth moved upwards to whisper into his ear, You'll beg for it. She kissed him again, less gently than before. Her fingers released their grip of his tie and her hands moved to caress the sides of his face. She touched him tenderly as her mouth sought to devour his. Kissing him greedily, her tongue deeply exploring the feel of her lover's, she couldn't help but to moan with desire. Already she was grinding against his arousal, her hips rocking smoothly in torturously slow strokes. She was reluctant to leave the moment and so she lingered, prolonging their kiss to the span of several minutes. Somewhere in that time her hands had moved to his hair, possessively gripping and pulling him hard into their embrace. When she disengaged it was with a heavy sigh and need to catch her breath. Her chest heaved, breasts evenly rising and falling, an alluring blush coloring her cheeks. She stared intently at the man pinned beneath her. I love you, she spoke earnestly. She meant it as an assurance, an unspoken promise that she wasn't going to hurt Neville despite the fact that she had rendered him defenseless. She sat up, touch sliding to his throat. She moved his tie so as to disentangle it from the collar of his shirt, then moved her fingers to start unbuttoning his garment. Do you trust me? she asked softly. She didn't stop her progress in undressing him as she waited for his response.
Thread: MST3K - Pulling the Trigger (Miss Tris x Shadows)

Kinga smiled sweetly at his response. She hadn't expected him to answer any differently, though her scientific mind had forced her to acknowledge that there was more than one possible reaction from a man in Neville's situation. Good. Her hands brushed against the top of his pants as she finished unbuttoning his dress shirt. After pulling the material from its tuck and flinging the panels wide, her hands returned to the band at his waist. Her fingers danced along the rim of his pants as her touch traveled from his hips towards his abdomen. Once centered over his groin her fingers curled around his waistband, her nails lightly brushing his flesh as it felt the warmth between the man and his clothing. She bit her lip. It would be so easy to rip his clothes off, to claim his body for her own. No doubt they'd both love it. But...instant gratification wasn't the route she wanted to take with her boyfriend. Kinga knew that - for her own, at least - things that were simply given were more often taken for granted . She wanted Neville completely consumed in lust, begging to be satisfied she wanted to build up their combined desires to the point that their climax would be the epitome of bliss. Her fingers slipped out from the hem of his pants, the motion of her touch trailing upwards. With flattened palms she caressed his stomach, his chest. She took a few moments to appreciate the sight of the nearly half naked man beneath her. Her hands lifted, only a single finger remaining in contact with his skin. She traced the digit over the definition of his collarbone. Tell me, Neville. How did you imagine our first time would be? Kinga had a curious mind. Her sight found his, a renewed smile coming to her lips. As she listened to him speak she reached a hand to her bun, removing the hair sticks that held it in place. Bright red hair fell to frame her face, the length of her tresses resting at her shoulders she shook her head, encouraging the locks to untwist and settle evenly. Just as quickly as the woman was undoing her hair her attention shifted to her lab coat, hands finding purchase near the lapels. She peeled the garment open as she shrugged the material from her shoulders. Once removed she carelessly tossed the coat aside. The woman's lithe body had been done little justice by the lab coat. The garment had hidden so well the graceful curves of her waist, the flare of her hips, the swell of her breasts. It was all on display for Neville, now, with her lingerie set leaving little to the imagination. The teal material of her bra and panties was lace - and the garments were more see-through than not.