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Thread: Busty MILF looking for fun

If you want to get in touch, drop me a PM here. I prefer to chat through YIM with those who have common interests. Please do tell me what are the things you enjoy and we can then get in touch if it's mutually exciting...
Thread: Busty MILF looking for fun

I added you. I d love to explore a MILF admirer who might use her for sexual exploit. He loves her large tits and wants to make her feel young and important again. Exploring public settings and maybe inviting others in to share in the fun. Look forward to talking on yahoo.
Thread: Busty MILF looking for fun

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Thread: The Sea Witch's Plow (Sensual and Moist)

oo Life was good on the sea, where the air was brisk and the the warm tropic sun beat down upon the glimmering waves. From Singapore to Dutch territories the rolling ocean was fat with merchant ships, and French and English governors alike were glad to dispense the title of privateer to any with a vessel and the men to steer it towards foreign waters. Strong-armed men, tan of skin and beaten by wave and storm into the rugged shape of masculinity, some young and others grizzled by a veteran's service to the tempestuous sea. They were a sort not seen before or due to be seen again in history, free-spirited above all others, for the yoke of the Navy was cruel indeed and inspired a certain camaraderie, a democratic ideal in those who bucked it off, similar to the code of the musketeers- All for one, and one for all. oo It wasn't without cause that such scoundrels were the sordid topic of penny dreadfuls and bodice rippers sold in any port you might care to name, or that the thought of being swept away in a pirate's arms had given more than one comely governer's daughter a fit of the vapors. More than one rapscallion had made himself a better name as a lover than a fighter, and some ships acquired such a pedigree that to sail on them was a badge of honor, the life aboard a tale to bring free drinks and the attention of adventurous ladies. oo The Sea Witch's Plow had it's own reputation, perhaps not as glamorous. The galleon had been English, until the crew threw off that collar by common purpose for a life as a privateer - falling in first with the French in the colonies, then the Dutch in fighting other privateers to keep the trade routes clear, then no master at all when the birth of a certain drunken reputation brought them too much infamy for any side to hire. They had, after all, completely forgotten who's side they were on and burned the wrong ships. oo Now they found themselves employed by private company in smuggling cargo, on lean pay and leaner spirits. A month on the water now and a hold full of liquor, so close yet untouchable by terms of contract, forced to forsake landings and the hedonistic release of shore leave, even avoiding the tender vessels who's paths they crossed under the white flag. There was a tension fit to snap, the need for liquor or women or both that could fully consume a man's mind, with only the fear of the crossing ahead to focus them- For now they sailed the Strait of Teeth, where slumbered the great leviathans of the sea slumbered, where ghost-ridden ships prowled the mists, and where sirens sang men overboard into the hungry sea.
Thread: The Sea Witch's Plow (Sensual and Moist)

oo The captain walked the deck, and all around him things sprung into activity. The crew were suddenly quite busy, tying down every cannon that had been allowed to roll unsecured, checking every rope, scrubbing the deck until it shined, for even more than the Captain himself the crew feared the man at his side Thomas Eddan, the First Mate and the man who cracked the whip. They struck an odd pair - The Captain was tall, lean, his looming stature exaggerated by the sweeping greatcoat that hung from his shoulders, his skin the dark shade and his braided hair the curly black of an Arabian. And he was handsome man yet, despite the thin raised lines of white scar tissue curling across his cheek. oo Eddan, meanwhile, was stout and broad-shouldered, with a bluntly masculine face and wide jaw that brought him just short of good looks, almost canine when he scowled. A short-trimmed crop of fiery red crowned him and peppered his chin, and with his paleness marked him as an Irish man. The sort of strange bedfellows only a naval life can bring. oo They bickered as they walked towards the prow. For the Captain, it wasn't a bad day. A bad day would have began at midnight, with the screams of the watch as the monsters of the deep struck at them. A good day was a day he was alive, and as he breathed in deep the salted air, Captain Marco did indeed feel that. But the First Mate wasn't one to celebrate a merely peaceful night. His concern was for the crew, the growing rumblings of discontent, a ship full of left without their pleasures of choice for weeks on end. And then he did hear the shouts that some small, pessimistic part of him was just waiting for. Monster! Monster aboard! ---------- As the alluring little nymph padded her way down the stairs, unseen by all the men above in their hurry to get the ship ship-shape, the door ahead of her swung open. There was no time to run, the stairwell providing nowhere to hide, as a man lugging a coil of heavy ropes stepped through, and his eyes went wide at the sight of her. A moment of stunned silence, and then he opened his mouth to yell!
Thread: The Sea Witch's Plow (Sensual and Moist)

oo The captain walked the deck, and all around him things sprung into activity. The crew were suddenly quite busy, tying down every cannon that had been allowed to roll unsecured and checking every rope, scrubbing the deck until it shined, for even more than the Captain himself the crew feared the man at his side Thomas Eddan, the First Mate and the man who cracked the whip. They struck an odd pair - The Captain was muscular and tall, his looming stature exaggerated by the sweeping greatcoat that hung from his shoulders, his skin the dark shade and his braided hair the curly black of an Arabian. And he was handsome man yet, despite the thin raised lines of white scar tissue curling across his cheek. oo Eddan, meanwhile, was stout and broad-shouldered, with a bluntly masculine face and wide jaw that brought him just short of good looks, almost canine when he scowled. A short-trimmed crop of fiery red crowned him and peppered his chin, and with his paleness marked him as an Irish man. The sort of strange bedfellows only a naval life can bring. oo They bickered as they walked towards the prow. For the Captain, it wasn't a bad day. A bad day would have began at midnight, with the screams of the watch as the monsters of the deep struck at them. A good day was a day he was alive, and as he breathed in deep the salted air, Captain Marco did indeed feel that. But the First Mate wasn't one to celebrate a merely peaceful night. His concern was for the crew, the growing rumblings of discontent, a ship full of left without their pleasures of choice for weeks on end. And then he did hear the shouts that some small, pessimistic part of him was just waiting for. Monster! Monster aboard! ---------- As the alluring little nymph padded her way down the stairs, unseen by all the men above in their hurry to get the ship ship-shape, the door ahead of her swung open. There was no time to run, the stairwell providing nowhere to hide, as a man lugging a coil of heavy ropes stepped through, and his eyes went wide at the sight of her. A moment of stunned silence, and then he opened his mouth to yell!
Thread: The Sea Witch's Plow (Sensual and Moist)

oo The captain walked the deck, and all around him things sprung into activity. The crew were suddenly found all ways to be busy, tying down every cannon that had been allowed to roll unsecured and checking every rope, scrubbing the deck until it shined, for even more than the Captain himself the crew feared the man at his side Thomas Eddan, the First Mate and the man who cracked the whip. They struck an odd pair - The Captain was muscular and tall, his looming stature exaggerated by the battered greatcoat hanging from his shoulders, his skin the rich brown of an Arabian. A handsome man yet, despite the first strands of gray intruding on his curly black hair and the thin lines of scar tissue curling across his face. oo Eddan meanwhile was pale and red-headed - an Irishman to the core, with temper to match. Built low and stocky, his face had a certain bluntly masculine appeal, but a broken nose stopped him short of good looks and lenses something almost canine to his scowl. oo They bickered as they walked towards the prow. For the Captain, it wasn't a bad day. A bad day would have began at midnight, with the screams of the watch as the monsters of the deep struck at them. A good day was a day he was alive, and as he breathed in deep the salted air, Captain Marco did indeed feel that. But the First Mate wasn't one to celebrate a merely peaceful night. His concern was for the crew, the growing rumblings of discontent, a ship full of violent men left without their indulgences of choice for weeks on end. oo And so they argued. Right up until the yell split the air, sounding the warning every soul aboard had waited in dread for. Monster! ---------- oo As the alluring little nymph padded her way unseen between the crates, all the men too busy to spot the slender creature sneaking among them. If their muscles appealed to Opal, there was plenty to hold her attention, for in the spray of water and under the oppressive sun their bare, chiseled chests gleamed with sweat as they worked. But as she slipped down the stairwell, the door ahead of her creaked open- and there was no time to run or space to hide in. oo A young lad stepped through the door lugging heavy ropes coiled over his shoulder. His eyes widened as he spotted the nearly naked girl before him, then a second later the fins sprouting from her bare flanks, and he opened his mouth to shout the alarm. Monster!
Thread: The Sea Witch's Plow (Sensual and Moist)

Among the rugged, handsome men gathering on the deck, two certainly stood out at their arrival, the many men going about their business and trying to look at bust as possible. Her yellow hues studied the tall captain and his stocker, rougher looking pal at his side. Shed seen many dark skinned black haired men in these parts, but such a pale red haired man struck her as odd. The naive creature thinking he must be another species of some kind? He looked formidable and the entire crew seemed to respect their presence, were they the leader of this pack? Listening to their bickering and complaining for a while, curious to just study what used to be considered food to the monster girl. Trying to hide in another place to get a closer look at the men she didnt notice the lad slipping through the door at the end of the staircase, feeling her body run cold at the his voice. Snapping her head to look down the stairs before perking up to the opening up above on deck, Ah! She squeaked out of fright, seeing men start to come their way, hurrying to climb back up the stairs and somehow reach the water. Her heart froze, no doubt they were all approaching from where the boy had screamed and now she had little option to find a clear line to the water surrounding them on the boat. Of course Opal did still have her voice, if it proved really dangerous she could try to woo them - But usually men jumped overboard into waters, her songs save men a gigantic urge to feel, touch and experience the mysterious siren in all types of ways.. She stood tensed in fear, her pretty figure and strange skin, scales and eyes on display, against the pale-ish color her pink hair stood out immensely. Cautious yellow eyes blinking with uneasiness, stepping back slightly as shed found her options of running into a crowd of strong men not a very good idea. Alone she could only enchant a couple of them, not a expert of her craft either, specially when she was so nervous. Sorry about the delay, should I have her understand english or perhaps theres a language barrier there? XD
Thread: The Sea Witch's Plow (Sensual and Moist)

oo The pirate lad dropped his cargo and chased her as she ran, up the stairs and onto the chaotic mess of the deck. Sailors ran this way and that, trying to cut her off from diving over the sides or heading up the rigging, calling out the clear waters - the lack of other nymphs waiting to sing them to their doom. In the rock and away of the ship and the confusion of the men she very nearly makes it back to the waters. Nearly. . A heavy net lands across her just as she slips away from another sailor's grasp, the weights tangled around her legs and the snare twisting up around her. oo A cheer went up as she fell, the pirates gathering in to take their first real look at what's washed up aboard. Whistles and muttered obscenities make their way through the crowd as they drink in the monstergirl's curvy features, her soft, unclothed flesh bared to their every imagination. She might catch a few scraps of conversation, almost exclusively devoted to just what each man would like to do with her. And after so long at sea, my, those pirates had gotten very creative . oo But the crowd parts as the Captain stepped forward, his First Mate shoving aside those too busy ogling their captive prize to notice the officers approaching. The tall mean leans down, carefully studying the nymph caught in his net, his eyes calm and icy blue - but still, tinged with the same hunger on every face. Oh, she was a fine little prize for a man with so many troubles in need of... relief. oo Can you speak our language, girl? His eyes raked up and down her naked form, the little strip of cloth between her legs less than useless against his lustful gazes. His hand was on his sword still, but the Captain showed no anger towards her, no intent to hurt... The little monster was quite cute up close. Hard to imagine her as the same sort who's songs had claimed so many sailor's lives. I think not have her not understanding English would end up being more trouble than fun.
Thread: /no longer needed/

RE deep breath ... ... ... sorry, couldn't resist! Love Les Grossman!
Thread: /no longer needed/

Kudos to you for picking such an original and fun idea that sounded very sexy. A pity you no longer are interested in finding a partner for it.
Thread: IWF (Female wrestling, yuri.)

Kinda wanna bring this idea back too.
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sounds fun. where would you want to rp this?
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I am interested.
Thread: IWF (Female wrestling, yuri.)

Mmm...I say fighting but it's more wrestling x3
Thread: Various Plots (MxF)

RE Seeking Females Bump.
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Bumping for a newold craving
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Bumping!
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Back on the prowl. Rawr.
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I will try the Draco Nagini one with you, pm me the plot direction and start the setting
Thread: Tempting seductress seeks willing female writers

Bump goes the weasel
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Why do we fear that which goes bump in the night?
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Bump it!!
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Gotta remember my lovely lady bumps
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Bump for new idea added. Looking for a new partner or two. Females only pls!
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Another day, another bump. Looking for another partner or 2. Females only plox!
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Guess who's back? Back again! I am! Taking all female applicants who think they can keep up with me and don't mind email.
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Bumping. Still have an open slot or two.
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Lost a partner. Have an open slot. Bumps!
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Still have an open slit... Er... Slot.
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Bumping
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May be able to squeeze one more partner in
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May be able to squeeze in another partner.
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Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

They had taken her in the night, they had stolen the princess of his people, and Magnus would kill them. Magnus was the only son of the warrior leader of the tribe, and it was his duty to not only lead his allies into battle but also to protect the nobles of his tribe the vikings feuded not only with those they raided, but other tribes and villages that dotted the land as well as the beasts and monsters of the native land. This wasnt the work of beasts, from how the town was raided, and they had taken her by horse. Magnus urged his steed on and was intent to rescue the woman who was to help lead his people one day. It was early morning, and his steel chain clinked lightly against his thighs while the horse thundered on. A man of warrior build at six feet and some inches, his blonde hair was braided back and away from his face, allowing his steel gray eyes to scan the wilderness for any signs of those he pursued. They were four in total, all on horseback they couldnt ride all day, and had to have stopped to rest. If they had, he would hopefully come upon them soon. The skies above were a cloudy grey, and a very light fog crept into the valley as he continued the hunt. It was an insult to his people to take her, and it was further insult that he felt unable to have defended her the first time. However took her would pay dearly for this crime!
Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

Her head hurt terribly. That was her first thought as me came awake, propped up against one of her captors. Ariel groaned softly, trying to bring a hand up to hold her aching head. She found them tied behind her back. All she could remember was the beginning of the raid, when they had come for her. Her red hair was matted with blood, much to her chagrin. The male she was propped against grunted gruffly to his companions and the horses stopped. After a few moments, she was pulled roughly from the saddle. A hunk of bread was shoved into nee hand after they had been freed. Eat. The big black haired devil commanded, eyes roaming her scantily clad body. She wore only her shift she had slept in.
Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

The other men fanned out lightly, spreading to keep themselves covered and watched as well as protected should others follow. Most of the towns guard and warriors were defending its walls now, it was up to the lone warrior to rescue her as both a trial to surpass the current alpha, and to return her safely. They assumed he would be alone, and easy prey at that. But as the large commander of the men looked at her, his eyes almost burned against hers. Eat or we must force you to eat. he spoke, off of his hrose and shifting slightly as a hand rested against the pommel of his sword. Magnus continued, though as the brushes and shrubbery got thicker he soon hopped off his horse and used the rope to tie it to a nearby tree. Stay. He spoke a bit firmly, grey eyes scanning the slightly cool valley, a faint breeze rolling in. One hand gripped his axe, the steel worn and true, as it was his fathers weapon and he inherited it once the old man passed away. His shield remained on his back as he began to creep low, following the heavyset track of a group of horses. Was this where they had ran? If he kept low, perhaps he could sneak-up upon them.
Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

She glared up at him, throwing the hunk of bread to the mud. I will not eat. She replied cooly. Her icy blue eyes burned into his, daring him to try and make her eat.
Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

His hand roughly grabbed her hair, almost throwing her down to the ground. Eat, or I ruin you for any man of your people, letting them all know youre nothing more than a filthy whore. His hand wound around her hair, his other on her thigh as another man began to approach, a tad smaller and less muscular, but still a capable looking warrior in his own right.
Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

Go to hell! She spat, clawing at her captor. let go of me you brute! She began trembling, honestly scared. How she hoped that someone would rescue her soon!
Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

The moment she spat her captor struck her across the face with a firm smack, one hand pinning her chest down, the other beginning to trail down her body as he grinned at her. Id watch your tongue carefully or you might find yourself using it for my friend and Is pleasure... he motioned his friend over as he then groped her breast rather lewdly, fingers spreading across her ragged cloth. And if you dont eat, then well make sure you at least swallow what we give you.
Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

The girl quickly found herself overpowered and sprawled in the cold mud. Let me go you monsters! She screamed, trying to buck the man off. His hand on her breasts hurt with how tight he was groping. Let me go or I'll scream.
Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

Let you go or youll what? We took you from your people, theyre miles away... He said with a more sadistic grin, beginning to tear at her top as the other man grabbed her legs, his hands trying to spread her legs. The senior warrior on top of her pressed down more on her, forcing her more against the cool ground. By now Magnus was beginning to approach, watching the scene with anger welling in his chest. The axe he used for fighting was gripped more tightly as he approached, a growl escaping his lips as he anticipated the battle ahead.
Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

She was sobbing now, pleading with them as the fabric of her shift tore. Please! Don't do this! Is it money you want? Just let me go and I will give you what you want. She whimpered as she felt the heavy weight press her into the mud. This was not the way she had planned on losing her virginity. Not to some brutes in the cold mud like some tavern whore.
Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

Its not money, its power... Our lord wishes to rule these lands, woman. And if he has to subjugate every tribe, make a wife out of every noble woman, he will... And he wont mind us taking first dibs... He said, her fabric continuing to tear as his nails dressed against her skin. The other man even brushes his fingers against her panties, his actions greedy and perverted as the rubbed against her. Nothing better than breaking in his new lovers.... The tone of the senior warrior was dark, and as he leaned in for what was to be a kiss there was a howl from behind as Magnus charged, the wone between her legs attempting to warn the other. The axe he held struck true as both hands soon gripped it, the bladed edge of his weapon sinking deep through the armor and flesh of the man!
Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

Ariel shrieked as she heard Magnus, thinking he was another come to take her. She used the advantage of his surprise to get away from them. Still she could feel the fingers pressinf into her undergarment. A shudder went through her as she watched her saviour slay one of the men.
Thread: The viking and the princess (Saber and Miserychord)

Throwing the man off his axe s he reared it back, the body fell limply to the ground next to the other warrior and Ariel. But as the other warrior rose and drew his blade he lunged for Magnus, saying nothing more then a surprised sword of growl. With blade clashing against blade both were evenly matched at the moment, Magnus moving quickly as he tried to counter one of the mans blows, swerving to the side to protect her with his own body!