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Thread: Blood of the Fae (Alvis & Xana)

A single charm. All he asked was the removal of a single charm. Was it really so much, in the grand scheme of things? How can a marriage survive, if not built on a foundation of trust? How can she learn to trust him, if she never gives him a chance to act of his own accord? He wouldnt be at full strength, just strong enough to keep up with her, to match her, and aide her in ruling the kingdom. But it was hard to think of anything but the warmth of velvet fingers brushing her cheek. Hard to think of anything while his eyes gazed into hers. It was on the tip of her tongue to say yes, to accept his desire to help her as sincere. His kind cannot lie, not outright, after all. I... I will consider this, Moira managed, surprising herself with her own willfulness. Once you are bond to me through our vows, you will have earned more trust from me. If we can come together, and help one another, we will be stronger. Greater than the sum of our parts. That night she hardly slept, haunted by dreams of her betrothed and nightmares crafted from her mothers warnings. There was no choice be to awaken early, with so much to be done before the ceremony, and she stuffed every spare moment with research, evaluating the pro and cons of his request, and how she could best and most safely honor it. Surprisingly, even away from his intoxicating presence, she wanted to accommodate him. But the hours passed quickly, and just as the sun leered high above, she was lead to the ceremony. Specifically, to her father, who would relinquish her to Etarlam. Which struck her as strange, the more she considered it. In most cases, it made some sense for the father to give the bride away to her husband, as she was leaving one family to join another, but in this case, Etarlam was joining her family, not the other was around. But it was the tradition, and such things were difficult to break. Besides, as she understood, respecting the ritual as it had been practiced for generations would strengthen the power of the ceremony, and in turn the vows Etarlam would make to her. Moira hid her nerves in a bright smile towards her father, offering her arm so he could lead her before their people and her betrothed. Whenever youre ready, Father.
Thread: Romantic Slice of Life Roles

Bumps because the potential RPs never happened from the last bump
Thread: Romantic Slice of Life Roles

Bumps to get a new rp going. Hit me up
Thread: Romantic Slice of Life Roles

Bumps...in the mood for a military type role play. If anyone is interested, message me.
Thread: Romantic Slice of Life Roles

Bumps for weekend free
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Bumps for being bored
Thread: Romantic Slice of Life Roles

Bumps for some free time to set up something new
Thread: Romantic Slice of Life Roles

Bumps to try to get new partners, new ideas...why not?!
Thread: Romantic Slice of Life Roles

Bumps for new partners
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Bumps for having time again
Thread: Romantic Slice of Life Roles

Bumps due to being ghosted and wanting really write some good stories with having time.
Thread: Mx F or NB Looking to shape a fantasy realm and have an adventure in it

Bump, updated post with new example of the story.
Thread: Mx F or NB Looking to shape a fantasy realm and have an adventure in it

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Thread: Mx F or NB Looking to shape a fantasy realm and have an adventure in it

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Thread: Mx F or NB Looking to shape a fantasy realm and have an adventure in it

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Thread: Mx F or NB Looking to shape a fantasy realm and have an adventure in it

Bump, added pairings
Thread: Mx F or NB Looking to shape a fantasy realm and have an adventure in it

Decided to revive my old thread, so, bumping it after editing a few parts.
Thread: [F4M] The Layover / Comic Con / Summer Camp [Indian MILF Fantasies]

RE F4M - Indian MomMILF White Younger Man RP bump...
Thread: [F4M] The Layover / Comic Con / Summer Camp [Indian MILF Fantasies]

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Thread: loners no more(drake68 and Spicypricey)

Drake is a 6 10' dark brown furred, brown hazel eyed loner, he hunts most of his time and he only goes into packs to trade for the basic needs. blankets knifes, cloths. Normally he doesn't wear anything unless he's going into a pack or if it's cold. This morning he woke up early to start collecting his catches from his traps, he was in the middle of his line and had collected maybe a third of his normal hall, Damn i needed those pelts today he's in need of some wool to make a new bowstring as his broke. walking along redoing all the sprung traps he notices a a sound he recognizes as two traps springing, he knows it's one of his and it sounds close, he starts running and as he gets closer he gets the scent of a female in heat, must be a newbie he knows this because A. he has no recollection of a female in this area and B. because if she wasn't new she'd have seen the rope.. maybe not well in the middle of heat but still. as he came to the bend in the trail he sees the female on the ground her ass in the air, just waiting to be taken
Thread: loners no more(drake68 and Spicypricey)

Snap! The wolf howled in pain. The teeth of the trap stabbing into her leg, blood practically drooling and staining the snow. Whining she tried to tug it out as this was no according to her usual morning. The she wolf waa just passing through, hoping to mark more trees for the day, but that means she had to travel unknown territory. Each passing day her heat got stronger. Her whines howled into the winds. Bending over she tried using her hands and teeth, hoping for little success her ass in the air as she did this. She was scared and hoped was watching her. She didnt want to be attacked by any packs, her only desires was to be mated and have a healthy litter of pups.
Thread: Fx Male girls into girls giving guys a try (guys fucking lesbians) | forced, breeding, reverse orientation play

It's been a while, but I'm back for some short and sweet smut.
Thread: Self promotion in the Storytelling section?

The Storytelling subforum is for posting stories. Is it allowed if I simply say Hey, I have a book, go look here? Or is it only for stories you post in their entirety?
Thread: Self promotion in the Storytelling section?

It's largely reserved for telling your own stories. If you wish to have a link to your book, you'll have to ask Vekseid he's the site owner.
Thread: Green Valley Farm, Forsyth, Georgia.

Tara rode the four wheeler along the fenceline on the north side of the farm. On the front rack of the ATV she had strapped a shotgun, and on the back was a small bag of tools. Aaron had asked her to check the fence while he took a quick drive down to Macon to take care of some business. Brandy stayed behind, spending the afternoon watching TV and doing some housework. The trip to Macon was usually uneventful anyway, especially for Tara and Brandy, but Aaron would probably bring home Captain D's or something. He usually did. It was a typical day. Birds flew overhead and bugs made an ungodly racket in the trees. The fence was largely as she suspected it would be. Secure. One of the electric wires was loose so she had to tighten it a bit, but that was the extent of the vulnerabilities. Once she'd finished checking, she turned her four wheeler around and drove back to the barn where all of the fence controls converged. She reenergized the north section and let the cows and horses out before heading back into the house. They're talking about this disease tonight on TV. I thought you'd like to watch it. Gross. Why would you think that, Tara said, taking a piece of cornbread out of the skillet and breaking off a piece to eat. I don't know. Medical stuff. I thought you'd be interested. Oh. I don't know, Tara said with a shrug. If I see it on the TV I'll check it out. Have you talked to anyone lately? Any of your old friends? No. Why not? Mom, I would think that the last thing you'd want me to do was to hang out with those people again. Brandy shook her head. Tara wasn't a troublemaker, but she wasn't an angel either. She had little problem holding a guy's attention when she was in school, and her summer off before basic training was one of partying and debauchery with that one pregnancy false alarm, moreso than Brandy even knew about. I just hate the idea of you being stuck here with no friends or anything. I don't want you to be bored or...depressed. So get me a dog. Tara said with a laugh. I'm fine, mom. I've already applied for the school and I should be getting a letter any day now. I hope. I'll make new friends. More mature friends. Is there anyone from the Army that you can call and talk to- I'm gonna go for a run, mom. I'll be back in a few minutes. Tara left what remained of her cornbread on the table and headed up to her room. She dumped her duffelbag, took her shoes, a pair of shorts and a shirt from the pile. She dressed in her running clothes and headed back downstairs. I'm sorry if I upset you Tara. What? No. It's nothing like that. I just...I'm done with all of that. I don't want to think about it anymore, okay? Brandy nodded. I just have to go for a run. I must have eaten three thousand calories yesterday between dinner and that cruel and unusual punishment they forced us to eat on the plane. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay? We can talk then if you want to. With that, Tara stepped out the door and began jogging up the driveway towards the street. Please don't want to talk.
Thread: Green Valley Farm, Forsyth, Georgia.

The afternoon and evening were relatively free of family drama so Tara was able to relax as well as she could. Still though, Tara felt a bit on edge just being home. The last few years of her life were rotations between the US and Afghanistan, and those times in the US were only slightly relaxing. She came home a grand total of two times while she was in the Army, and the rest of her vacation time was just staying at her apartment near the base and sleeping as much as she could. In her room, she folded her poncho liner and put it at the foot of her bed. She slept on top of the covers now, with just that liner. She remembered herself as a teenager, sleeping with multiple comforters and blankets, buried up to her nose in them. No way she'd be that restricted and wrapped up while sleeping now. Never again. Tara walked back into the living room where her parents were watching The Alice Scholaighe Show. Tara sat on one end and propped her head up with her fist on the arm of the couch. She was sitting there to make her mother happy, honestly. Tara didn't give a damn about medical shit anymore. She was never going to get involved with any medical shit for the rest of her life if she could help it. It was the faces. The blank faces. The lifeless stares. Tara, Brandy said. Huh, Tara answered. Are you okay? I had to call you three times. You're sitting right there. Oh...yeah. Sorry. Must've...spaced out or something. Do you want anything? Drink? Snack? Oh, sure. Water and...an apple or banana? Brandy nodded and walked into the kitchen. She looked back at the TV to catch a sentence. Like for example, some people claim that the flu seems to affect the animals, and that it's not rabies that's making them sick and rabid but the flu itself. And that in turn makes one wonder if all that violence that we've been experiencing lately ma be somehow connected to all this? What do you think, Mr. Carlson? Whoa! Tara took the remote and skipped back to listen again. She did it a second time. That's not normal. What's not normal? Aaron asked. Diseases don't jump species like that. Her dad looked at her. I mean, yeah, we have bird flu and swine flu, and rabies which they have just said that this is not, but nothing affects every thing like I think I just heard them say. I'm sure it's nothing- Aaron began. Politicians don't go on TV to talk about nothing, pops. It's either re-election or something we should be paying attention to that they're going to downplay. Brandy returned to the living room with a glass of water and a banana for Tara. She sat back on the far end of the couch. What did I miss, Brandy asked. Tara thinks the world is ending, Aaron said. I don't think the world is ending. Tara peeled the top half of her banana and took a bite. I just don't think this guy is going to tell us everything that we need to know.
Thread: M or F Fuck me .Pregnancy (bestality added)

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Thread: You Mess with the Bull... (TGG x Voodoo)

Maxine Vargas A name that many in the BDSM community had written off for the sake of Nepotism, as everyone knew that she was only in the brand of Familiar Fun for the sake of the chase. Her mother, on the other hand, was a well respected, and often times was sought out as the main woman for the ideal experience when it came to the Umbra Club. Like the name was aptly applied, most of their activities and goings-on happened at night, or within the shadowy confines of the underground. While her traditions spanned from discretion and word-of-mouth, the technology and ways of speech were advanced beyond the decades that the community were left in the dark, despite the constant news and streaming ideas being bounced off of one and the other. Maxine, on the other hand, understood the way things were changing. Even for her twenty-first, and juggling with coaching and keeping up with the Club's interests, had figured out that things needed to be changed. Aside from being in a world filled with the weak and fat, she believed wholeheartedly that the sexual world was set to be dominated by the strong and sexually hungry. The website set up in the Clubs name was hardly discrete, nor was the delivery in its structure and means of getting things done. An application process was handled, specifically in the name of the mother of everyone known only as Mistress. Maxine's mother, or rather her known alias for handling business properly. The young fitness-dominant nut had a plan prepared, well in kind for the slightly obscure search for Bulls. Anyone with a cohesive thought could have understood the invitation well enough, as the small-time city surrounding the shadows had pelted the rumor mill with the Umbra Club's members as they searched around for the proper man to fill in the role. Soon enough, with enough time and effort, one of the recruiters had brought Maxine's attention to the name of someone with the username that no one could hardly pronounce without the efforts being met with a struggling mindset. With the resume that the supposed Bull had to offer, Maxine would have been a fool to ignore the call. For the sake of her mother and everyone rooting for her to fail, she went to the man's home with the intent of convincing him to join their lovely community of safewords and taboo sexual cravings. The next thing the young woman knew, she stood in front of the door to his home, though had issues with simply reaching the doorbell, as her simple five-foot two inches of hardbody was unable to properly ring the doorbell without hopping slightly. She cleared her throat and turned to the black SUV behind her parked on the curb just a distance away, before she adjusted the hem of her skin-tight tank top, the Club's logo plainly against the fabric on her chest as she waited for the door to open.
Thread: You Mess with the Bull... (TGG x Voodoo)

Adawale Azikiwe Over the last few years, things had finally gotten better for the man known Adewale Azikiwe. After sustaining an injury in a boxing match and having to retire from it all together the man who had come from nothing living in Africa to being one of the top boxers in America had to restart his life again and find his new calling. A friend named Christopher Puma had introduced him into the dark, dingy world of BDSM and all of the pleasures that could come along with it and in that time Adewale had become known by the community as Moose. He had established himself as a very powerful Bull who was able to put anyone in their place. Moose was internationally known as the Unbreakable but many people tried to break him unsuccessfully yet it never stopped others from trying. After dominating through Europe he made his way to America having heard of one club that was known as the one to have the hardest people to break as well as having the most legendary name in the BDSM community the woman known as Mistress. This was the woman he had wanted to meet, to pick her brain on all of the knowledge she had. He had requested this meeting a week ago through mutual friends of the Mistress' however, she had yet to get back to him. Adewale had just sat down to eat before he went to the gym to work out since exercise and keeping it Adonis-like state was the only other thing he cared about other than dominating others. As he brought a large forkful of rare bloody steak to his mouth he heard the doorbell of his home being rang. Shit he mumbled to himself as he stood up making his way through his home towards the front door. The six foot six two hundred and twenty-pound man opened the door to find a young woman standing there. The thirty yeard old man stood smiling as he saw that this muscular woman had the symbol of Mistress' club The Umbra Club standing outside of his door. How can I help you miss, he asked his thick African accent distorting his words slightly but the gruff and heaviness to his voice showing he was amused by the visit.
Thread: You Mess with the Bull... (TGG x Voodoo)

Maxine wasn't a stranger of in-house visits, as the moment came and went before the ideal time to approach the man's home was something to be desired. She stood in silence as the seconds behind her doorbell ringing was met with the humming of a tune she remembered to distract herself with in the moment. She would turn around slightly again, just in time to hear the door open and reveal the man behind it with the accompanying voice of worthiness. The blonde's eyebrows rose as she took a quickstep back and nearly flinched upon seeing him in person, the man having been known as Moose finally made himself known. Right. You can help me, by helping yourself, Mr. Azi.. Azk--Azwi... Azikiwe. Maxine stammered a little, half partly due to the difficulty in having only read his name. The second part, was a result of her own finely tuned British accent touching her words. She stood firm after a moment, hands on her hips as she tried her best not to simply stare at the man's body through his shirt. She had to almost blink away the sight and attempted to focus solely on his facial features, which proved just as troublesome. His features were dangerously handsome, and only allowed her a secondary thought process. I'm Maximum. Otherwise known as the daughter of the Mistress around these parts. I trust you know who that is, and why I am here. A devious smirk would stretch across her lips as she peered around him and into his home. Maxine stepped a bit further, her neck having craned to see what was going on, as the scent of meat touched her nose. Is that... steak? You're cooking steak? At four in the afternoon. That's odd, I will admit. She would chuckle in a brief assessment and pushed her way into the man's home with a sense of exploration that needed to be sated. Her sneakers squeaked against the tiling of his floor, the usual ensemble that the recruiters and off-duty consisting of the fitness instructors of their cover studios, that also carried to the interior of their homes. Adawale's was different, which proved that something else was amiss with his presentation. Either that, or he was truly the man her mother sent after. Well... not much time to be wasted, 'Moose'. Gather your things soon, and we'll get you situated at the corporation's place. I trust you received the letters and emails from Mistress? She asked, as she walked back towards the front of the man's home and gave him a firm pat on the backside as she passed. Ten minutes, and I expect you to be in the truck. No dallying about... Maxine stepped out, and walked back up to the path leading to the large vehicle that had been parked.
Thread: You Mess with the Bull... (TGG x Voodoo)

Azikiwe, he said helping her pronounce his last name. For most people, it was a difficult name for most to pronounce since it dated back to the old tribes of Africa which meant full of Vigor. At one time Adewale's ancestors had been the chief of a powerful African Warrior tribe. Oh, and how is it that I am supposed to help myself Miss, he said since she hadn't officially stated her name yet to him. Just began talking about how he could help her by helping himself. Ah, you're the daughter of Mistress, Adewale said curiously Anyone in our community knows of Mistress she's one of the most legendary Doms in the world though before he could say anything though Maxine had made her way into his home, making herself at home inside of his building. To keep the body that I have I eat a lot of meat before going to the gym, Adewale said honestly as his hands went to his hips. You are quite bossy trying to overcompensate for something, he said with a chuckle deep hearty chuckle Actually now I haven't been on the computer yet. I was going to go to the gym then come home and check my emails but if Mistress requests my presence who am I to turn her down he asked You can call me Adewale for now as he said this he looked up and down this beautiful woman's body admiring every single curve of her body as well as the lines of her toned body. Adewale was currently wearing a very form fitting sleeved shirt. But this wouldn't work and so he walked to his bedroom grabbing a sleeveless tank and as he walked out of the house he began changing his shirt seeing the woman in her black SUV. This would be the first time she would be able to see just how well defined and chiseled his abdomen was as he took the form-fitting t-shirt off and replaced it with a sleeveless tank-top. Making his way over to the SUV he opened the passenger side door and slid into the leather seat so where he was sitting right next to Maxine. Since I have been unable to actually read my emails today can you possibly inform me exactly what this meeting is about. I requested a meeting with Mistress to pick her brain of all the knowledge she has amassed over her years as the top female Dom in the world. As he said this he knew that Maxine would know this being the daughter of Mistress but he had to say it because honestly, it was one of his biggest dreams coming true.