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Thread: My Slave, My Prince (Sirix & EvelynWillows)

She spent some time updating her journal writing about what went wrong and what went right, the number of deer and other game that they saw, and the general health of the King's forest. Once she was done she sat and watched Marcus sleeping for a while. He seemed completely exhausted. On a whim Princess Teresa brought a chair next to the couch and sat there. She propped her feet up on the edge of the couch and began to sketch the slave as he slept. She reached out and softly brushed the hair out of his eyes so that she could see them better. She was tired too she'd ridden for most of the night with her father and the hunters, and she was looking forward to going to sleep after supper. If she had her druthers she'd go to sleep now, but that wasn't to be the case. Marcus looked so comfortable and warm on the couch that she had to smile. When they were young, very young, sometimes the trio would fall asleep in the gardens where they had been playing. It was a good memory. It was only when Marissa and Marcus turned ten that it seemed like the differences in who they were became pronounced. If Teresa remembered correctly, that was when Queen Eliza gave Marissa permission to beat the slave. A sharp rap came on her door. Teresa! I want my slave back! It's time for his punishment. Teresa was startled from her daydream. She hastily set her sketch down and knelt by the slave to wake him. One moment! she called to her sister. We're coming!
Thread: My Slave, My Prince (Sirix & EvelynWillows)

Snapping awake at the rap Marcus comes and stands at attention from the couch, although a little dizzy for a moment. Oh no, I hope she doesn't find out Marcus adjusts his clothes to look like he wasn't sleeping. Thank you for your kindness, Princess. he whispers to Teresa and smiles at her before telling the elder princess. I'm coming My Lady, just finishing my last chore in here. Marcus moves towards the door and undoes the lock and opens the door. Where am I to go to receive my punishment, My Lady. Marcus waits for her to give direction, his face showing no emotion. Yea, a punishment I don't even deserve
Thread: My Slave, My Prince (Sirix & EvelynWillows)

The momentary look of disorientation on Marcus' face alarmed Teresa. But why should she worry? He was, after all, just a servant. She watched him leave with her sister and a hollow place filled her chest. Princess Marissa looked over Marcus with a critical eye. What were you doing for her? she demanded. She turned and walked towards her own quarters, expecting him to follow without question. I like this to be private, Marcus. There's no reason to embarrass myself in front of others because my servant can't do things right. She had two large pillars that ran through her room. Marissa had been thinking about the way Marcus felt underneath his shirt all day. It made her eager to know if he looked like he felt or not. Take off your shirt, she instructed him once they were in her room. I want you to stand in front of me once you've stripped down. She opened her top drawer and took out a black leather flogger , running it over her hands lovingly.
Thread: My Slave, My Prince (Sirix & EvelynWillows)

I was cleaning her room is all that Marcus responds as he follows behind her a short distance behind her. what else would I be doing. Yes, My Lady, I shouldn't embarrass you as such he responds to her chastising as he walks into her room, the familiar pillars dominating the room as always. Hearing the instructions, he does not moving an inch and Marcus strips his shirt off. After he has, Marcus moves to stand in front of Marissa once she has stopped moving and is standing in one spot. His chest is toned but not quite muscular and a 4 pack hides a receded stomach line. His back, like his chest is toned but not quite muscular. I am ready, My Lady Marcus says as he settles in front of her. Lets just get this over with. He looks at the black flogger in her hands and memories of all the times she used it on him come back, but he doesn't show his slight fear, knowing she will accuse him of weakness.
Thread: My Slave, My Prince (Sirix & EvelynWillows)

Marissa found that the thrill she got from anticipating the flogging wasn't quite as strong as before. She walked up to him, and instead of simply going to his back and starting in she stroked her hand over his chest. She watched him for a reaction, wondering what kinds of thought a lowly slave like him could have. Her hand moved lower, trailing over his pelvis and across the tops of his trousers. Still, the flogger is in her right hand and she had that look in her eyes, the one she always got before dealing out the punishment.
Thread: My Slave, My Prince (Sirix & EvelynWillows)

Marcus tries to hold a neutral emotionless face, expecting the flogging to come immediately as it always did. When it didn't come and instead Marissa trailed her hand over his chest and pelvis his face slipped into one of confusion. What is she doing, this is.....odd of her. His muscles shiver under her cold touch. Marcus held his ground and stayed put as the, the usual look of thrill in the elder princess's eyes as she circled the young slave boy every so slowly. Is there something else in that stare he asks himself, Marissa's eyes and way of going seeming...off some how. Marcus tenses a little when Marissa is finally behind him, waiting for the flogging to start. She is just trying to prolong this as another torture for me
Thread: My Slave, My Prince (Sirix & EvelynWillows)

Princess Marissa walked around her slave, trailing her hand across his bared skin. She snapped the flogger in the air just to goad him a little, but the leather never touched his flesh. I want you to strip down more, she crooned. Take off all your clothing Marcus. Do it now. Her hand slid down between the flat expanse of his pelvis and the trousers, teasing him even more as she stopped and stood in front of him. She removed her hand and leaned the flogger over her shoulder as she smirked at him. We shouldn't give you pain without a little pleasure now, should we?
Thread: My Slave, My Prince (Sirix & EvelynWillows)

His muscles still shivering slightly under Marissa's touch, Marcus winces a little at the snap of the flogger, but is surprised that the flogger never touches him. What is she waiting for. Hearing the order to strip further, Marcus stutters out, Ye...yes, My Lady. Marcus then takes off his trousers and undergarments off in one motion, throwing them where his tunic sits. Where is she going with this. Hearing her last few words, Marcus's mind slips farther into confusion but his face regains its normal emotionless state. Of course My Lady, your kindness is unmistakable, he replies, his voice a little shaky as he isn't familiar at all with this side of the elder princess....well either princess.
Thread: Make your own vocabulary

All you have to do is to make up a word and say what it means. Here is my idea. Fumbulate to fuck clumsily a cross between fumble and copulate
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Screwbling - getting laid with no clear purpose.
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Fundangles - Could be either women's breasts or men's balls?
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Effucktive - Sex that quickly takes you to orgasm.
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Disappairance - when a woman removes her falsies and there's nothing there....
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Pantingle - the feeling you get in your pants when you see someone you fancy.
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Barfologue - a travelogue for a specific location, listing restaurants to avoid.
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Fannytangle - when your pubes are too long and get in a tangle.
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Sis-tern - what the Petticoat Junction crowd used to bathe in.
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Leerfusion - That moment when there are good looking people in opposite directions and you try and leer at both but you end up losing out so you have to decide to leer at only one.
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Multurbate - masturbating in quick succession
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Wanxaster - when you're masturbating and it just doesn't happen for you.
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BudgetFuck - When you can only get off by paying for sex but you are on a budget so have to keep it cheap.
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Eliterate - Screwing up the spelling of a word so badly that not even spell checkers on computers can work it out.
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Wrex 1. n. A state of highly aggressive sexual frustration. 2. v. To have rough, brutal, consensual sex.
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Tright. When something is a tight fit but just right for your needs.
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Skrank - To doggy a woman while playing a bongo solo on her bottom.
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Gwasemic awesome great epic
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Furtity- a furries' titty!
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Fiveplay. Like foreplay but hotter.
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fundle fun fondle. Fun with fondling. Example I buttoned her jeans and zipped down her fly before sliding my hand down to fundle her muffin through her panties.
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Eclition - when a girl's clitoris gets aroused and swells. A female erection.
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Mansturbate has two meaning 1 a guy being masturbated either by a girl or by another guy or 2 a girl being masturbated by a guy.
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Cockclit one of those huge clits that look like a small penis.
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Vagiholder When a woman gets nutted in and releases it when she fucks another man.
Thread: Magical Birthright (UK_Rp_guy x Frogger)

Nicholas Holden stands at gate number two at Heathrow Airport on a chilly Sunday afternoon. The noise here is deafening between shouts of welcome, crying, announcements, the clatter of trolleys and the rumble of wheels. He sighs and checks his watch again, the flight landed nearly two hours ago and he hates to wait about. To anyone observing he would appear an ordinary man, some 40 years old with brown hair flecked with grey at the sides, green eyes that flash as he glances about him. Dressed in a light jacket, a shirt open at the collar and jeans, he looks handsome if some what irritated. At 6 foot his tall thin frame gives him an advantage when searching the people walking out opaque doors that open at random and a handful of people walk out looking tired and frazzled after the flight from the US. He wonders if she would even recognise him, it has been 4 years since he left to return to his native England and while email, calls and video chats were a way of keeping in contact, he is accepts it is not the same as being there. Again the door opens and a group of people walk out, he strains again half hoping she is there but also nervous at a reunion that he arranged but is concerned about.
Thread: Magical Birthright (UK_Rp_guy x Frogger)

Ada Holden zips up the front of her jacket. Nervous butterflies danced inside her stomach, yet no one could possibly tell from the expression she wore. On all sides people talked excitedly, fidgeting with hair, luggage and makeup while waiting for permission to leave the aircraft. The delay has made everyone impatient, some more so than others. Her fingers danced on the side of her thigh, the only sign to go on when it comes to her impatience. Fourteen years old, she was quite a beauty, despite her young age. Her hair was dark brown, cut short and with little waves about her ears. This feature was taken from her English father, yet the eyes were inherited from her mother, an American woman. The dark brown eyes were soulfulcapable of drawing everyone into their depths without even trying. Her figure was average at best, just hints of the woman she has yet to become peeking out through her clothes. FinallyIm off Ada breathed. It took a while to get off, especially with the happy reunions going on right up front. Free from the crowd, her eyes began scanning the waiting families, trying to pick out a single man. It didnt take her long at all. Father! she called out, eyes bright as she ran towards him, only to throw her arms around him in a fierce, yet loving hug. Its so good to see you!
Thread: Magical Birthright (UK_Rp_guy x Frogger)

The doors opened again and he looked about the same repeated process, the doors open, he scans the faces occasionally for one moment believing he had seen Ada and then either taking a step forwards with a raised hand only to realise and catch himself as they either stopped at someone else or it was apparent he was mistaken. He had a picture on his phone but he was damned if he was going to look at that and be caught in the admittance he hardly knew his daughter at all. Then he heard a shout, a girls voice high and excited, his eyes that had been lazily scanning the last sea of faces to walk out the arrival gates, snap back to approaching girl. The brown hair, the captivating eyes, the slim and attractive face of the teenager, how could he have imagined anyone else was her? After weeks of organising and repeated calls to the US, she was finally here to see him. His smile genuine and his joy apparent on his face and in his green eyes, he stepped forwards one step but intercepted by her . His arms grab her tight and finally after nearly five years he has his lil princess back in his arms. He tries to steady himself as she leans in on him and laughs as he feels the tight hug. Her body pressed to his in this public place. wow, Ada.. what a great hug, oh my God how you have grown! He steps back one step to observe her and his eyes swim with the sheer delight of seeing here there before him, when he left she was a skinny awkward girl, now, well something else entirely.
Thread: Magical Birthright (UK_Rp_guy x Frogger)

Dad, I havent grown that much! Ada exclaimed, laughing while taking his observation without comment. A few strands of brown flew about her face, those brown eyes bright. The smile she wore was one that was definitely contagious to any and all people. It may have been four yearsbut I havent grown much. Only twomaybe three inches, but thats all! Really! Her delicate hands found his, holding on while she steadied herself. Maybe it was the jetlag, or maybe it was the sudden hug but she was a little dizzy. Curious eyes drifted their way. A few gazes did gain another emotion altogether, especially those belonging to guys around the girls age, but all this went unnoticed. After all, in the face of such a reunionnothing else really mattered. Um, sorry you had to wait so long There was a delay because of an oncoming storm, but other than thatthe flight was pretty boring. I slept through most of it. One hand rose, messing with the tips of her short dark brown curls. A few strands escaped her fingertips, the ends tickling her cheek and neck. Dark brown eyes lifting to his own green pairshe didnt know what to say. It has been years since they last were able to give hugs, to see each other like thisto even make annoying small talk. It was awkwardbut nice, somehow. So, umhow have you been? Where are you living now? Whats England like? Is it as cultured as everyone says it is? Ada started firing questions away, that way the silence was left behind in the dust. It was just so awkwardespecially when email, calls, and video chat were the way they kept contact over the years. Cheeks growing rosy pink, she tucked her hands into her pockets, already heading over to where luggage can be picked up. Several people loitered about, eyes scanning the labels, and looking for signs of familiarity in all the black and brown bags. I dont mean to ask so many questions Im just excited to be here, Dad Why did she feel like she had to explain? This is her fathersurely hell understand Ada felt the blush on her cheeks grow darker, practically burning the skin off right then and there. Embarrassed, she was lucky to notice her first bag, and reached out to get it. Unfortunately, someone else also found their bag, and pushed the girl almost roughlyto where she bumped into her father, her chest pressing into his, hips doing the same. S-Sorry, Dad she managed, hands holding onto him now that her balance was thrown off. I didnt see them comingor rather, they didnt see meIm not sure what happened
Thread: Magical Birthright (UK_Rp_guy x Frogger)

He sees her looking up at him and feels so happy for one moment, finally reunited after all these years. Listening to the torrent of questions being battered at his ears, he just smiles, knowing that the car journey can allow us time to clarify all those points and queries but at the moment he just nods and smiles, eyes locked on hers and hand on her waist as she seems a bit light headed, he wonders if it would help if she paused for air between questions. The baggage reclaim carousel is busy the delays have made people restless and eager to get away, some for business, some for connections and all seem to be annoyed and impatience, reaching over others to grab the bag that would be at their feet in a matter of moments, pushing trolleys without care or attention, raised voices and swearing as yet again their bag is not the next one to appear out of the plastic curtain. As the man in the business suit steps into the same space as Ada, as if she was invisible and uses his larger fatter frame to bump her out the way for a set of golf clubs. Nicholas temper flares, bad enough he has had to wait to see the precious daughter he has not seen for 5 years, now people are being dickheads too. He steadies her and sets himself directly in the fat business mans path. The wet eyes with the pinpricks of too much scotch on the flight, register Nicholas presence and the sweaty suit tries to move past. Nicholas catches his shoulder and shakes his head two words low and calm are said, the noise drowning out the subtlety of the content. The business man immediately turns and apologises to you, in a sycophantic manner, all sorry and how he felt terrible to be so rude, he looks like he might actually cry but Nicholas waves him away. The last seen of him is him hurrying away but the golf clubs left behind. His temper restored and his face pink perhaps from anger but also the feel of is daughter pressed to him for that moment. He can recall the sensation of her pressed so close, the moment long past but the impact refuses to retreat from his thoughts. Loading the bags to the trolley left by the now departed business man, Nicholas loads the bags up and on, amazed that only three of the largest suitcases can fit and the final one has to be drawn behind. He chuckles a little Ada, seriously its 6 months .. We do have shops and washing machines here you know! He moves to the car in the lot outside the night has fallen and the storm that delayed the plane has appeared in full force, the rain spraying as we move to the black car indicated when he pressed the key in his hand.
Thread: Magical Birthright (UK_Rp_guy x Frogger)

He marvels at the comment about the not much being brought over, as he tries to fit it all into the boot of his car. The bags finally slot in such a manner that the rear door can be closed. He wonders what she in them and after a few moments of consideration, decides it is better he does not know. The rain is cold and stinging, so he is grateful that his daughter is inside and dry. He considers the welcome she has received already here in his native homeland, a jet lagged delayed flight, rude idiots at the baggage carsouel. He knows he should not have done that, it was impulsive and had no real need but he had felt a need to protect his daughter. The power he had he worked for and had been granted, as well as the price he has to explain that to her. He watches her through the window, so beautiful sexy young lady she is, looking at her gives a Moment of guilt. He wonders what his neighbours will make of this, he knows that they observed his younger girlfriends and visitors. He doesn't care what they, those people who live besides him, make of his life style and the work he does, but the thought of them judging his daughter burns him up. He steps in the car, the rain shrugging off his jacket, wet and cold.pushing the keys in the ignition her starts her up, the car is a rental, he would never need to drive something this big or slow, but he got top of the range, even if he needed it for 4 hours, after all he has his daughter to impress and get home safely. The hug was unexpected but every welcome, the kiss a surprise... ask the talk about her mother, yes to be expected, I'll get you to the house I stay in, it's about an hours drive, we can talk and I'll answer your questions or you can sleep
Thread: Magical Birthright (UK_Rp_guy x Frogger)

Mm, after the flight Ive just had...I think I will take a nap. The questions can wait until later. Dark brown eyes met his flashing green ones, her lips curved into a smile. Ada let out a big yawn, stretching her arms and legs. Because of this, a few joints gave out a vicious-sounding pop, which she met with a groan. Oh...that felt good After getting the soreness out of her neck, the young girl started making herself comfortable in the seat, though it was a little bit before she settled down. It wasnt long before her breathing began to slow. One arm was laying across her stomach, the other resting against her side. In the waning light coming from outside...she almost looked to be a goddess, or a young woman blessed by gods long forgotten. Her lashes cast shadows upon the tops of her cheeks, and her lips...a perfect cupids arrow, just waiting for a kiss. With every breath the blouse she had on tightened across her breasts...making the pair strain against the fabric, like they were struggling to escape. That could very well be the case...however unlikely it was. Every once in a while her legs will shift, the blue skirt riding up those toned legs until lots of skin is exposed...not that she is aware of that. At one point white could be seen, along with just a little bit of lace. Later on the skirt fell back down hiding the panties from view. Ada stirred after about forty-five minutes, her lips stretching wide in a yawn. Mm What did I miss? the girl murmured, her words slurring together. Mm Those brown eyes hazy with sleep, and her cheeks painted pink, she gazed out the window curiously. A balled fist rose to rub at one of the eyes. Looks like I missed quite a bit Sorry I slept for so long I didnt mean to Her eyes rose to meet his. A smile curving her lips, she rubbed at the other eye, trying to get the sleepiness out. Anyway Im sorry about firing all those questions at you earlier You dont have to answer them, if you dont want to Her body shifted, skirt riding up her thighs yet again.