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Thread: The Lone Ranger [Temptationist x Master Machiavelli]

I watch you intently as you gather the supplies to clean and dress my wound and I still can't seem to help but smile as I appreciate the way you move. You sit at my feet, cross legged and take my leg, doctoring it with the damp rag. It feels good... soothing in fact. The cool water washing away the dirt and grime... I wish it were as easy to wash away the dirt and filth from the things I've done. I've never met a 'civilian' like you. Everyone in the city is working some angle they've got some agenda. Maybe it's fresh air, maybe I landed on my head in the crash, or it very will might be you tending my wound, but I'd never considered my culpability for the things I've done. It was just 'the life' and that's what came with it. I'm half a heartbeat from an epiphany when you pour the disinfectant into my wound. MUTHERFU... Can't swear . My brain, reeling from the burning sensation engulfing my leg, reminds me. ...GRRRGH. I grunt hard into the sting- my leg is on fire and you're one sadistic bitch. My face reddens from the burn, but I manage not to involuntarily kick you. 'Fight back' is my default reaction to pain, but you're trying to help... not hurt me I remind myself. Through angry squinted eyes I see you blowing gently on the spot, trying to salve the burn. Maybe you didn't realize just how much it would burn in a wound the size of mine. I'm about to give you a pass when I catch your smug little grin. Unbelievable. Thanks for that. You sure you got enough in there? I try to find the humor in it- as my heart rate returns to normal. This beats a trip to the ER and stitches after all. I'm not saying there's a tear in my eye, because I'm a pretty tough dude, but I rub the bridge of my nose and squint as I do so, just in case some moisture from my eyes may have leaked out. Ever treated an actual person before, doctor ? I ask as I shake my head from side to side, the grin returning to my face. Better? I respond to your question as I watch you carefully clean my wound throughly and see the effort you're putting into making sure it's absolutely clean. Your doctoring is so much better than the shot of whiskey and a 'this is gonna hurt...a lot' I would have gotten from one of my biker brothers. Yeah, a whole lot better, darling.
Thread: The Lone Ranger [Temptationist x Master Machiavelli]

In that moment, I tried so hard not to out right laugh as you began to swore and your leg almost jolted right off my leg. It brought me so much, almost too much, pleasure to see you cringe. Just a little pay-back for the attitude and the damage. My bright blue eyes move to meet yours briefly as I grin, Oh, I'm sure. Plenty enough. For whatever reason, I could help but keep that rugged little grin. I removed the cloth and placed it aside. This needs sum stitches. I looked over to my supplies. But lucky for you, I don't got any... I tap my finger lightly on your leg as I stare at my supplies and try to think of an alternative solution. The nearest doctor 'aint for another 9 miles. I'll have to make do with 'whut I got. Pausing, I look up to you with an almost evil smile. How's your threshold for pain, big-boy? I chuckled, I'm just messin'. This won't hurt... I grabbed a sealed packed of medical strips. ... Much . Opening them, I pulled out several Steri-strips, which have a sticky adhesive for pulling skinwounds closed. Ya know'- I've treated a lot animals - mainly of horses. I nodded lightly as I started to pull your skin from both sides of the wound to close it as much as possible. And, uh... I started to chuckle, None of them got no teary-eyed. Starting to laugh lightly, I didn't make eye contact until I was able to maintain my laughter. I took a a sealed and clean pad of gauze, place it over the strips, and fastened it with medical tape. When my eyes moved to look at you finally, I couldn't help but laugh some more. I continued to wrap the tape all around your calf, to ensure the gauze stayed tight and sturdy. Finishing, I tapped your leg. There we go, sunshine .
Thread: The Lone Ranger [Temptationist x Master Machiavelli]

I look at you as you continue to take perhaps a bit too much enjoyment in all of this, trying to maintain my cool. I'm reminding myself that even though you're taking delight in setting my leg ablaze with the disinfectant you poured into my wound to flush it clean, you really are helping me. A part of me- the hardcore biker really wants to let into you for laughing at me give the leash which holds the monster within at bay a little slack. You don't realize you're poking at him with a very short stick- I'm a complete stranger to you and with the idyllic upbringing you've just described the other side of me, the one I've shown you, knows you've never seen the sort of violence and evil he is capable of. The smile leaves my face as I focus inwards and force him back into the shadows. I'm hardly aware you're speaking to me. You're finishing the bandaging and my breathing and face have returned to normal. I manage to chuckle a little as you look up at me and laugh a little more. It's alright, I remind myself- you did make a bit of an ass of yourself just then. Thanks. I answer flatly, trying to sound tough after you call me 'sunshine , but I know you see right through it and I shake my head as I begin to laugh myself. Hell of a day. I mutter as I move my foot from your leg and begin to pull myself up from the chair to put some weight on the mended leg.
Thread: The Lone Ranger [Temptationist x Master Machiavelli]

Just as your leg began to lift from mine, I began to pull myself up. Placing my hands on your knees rather swiftly, I used your body to pull myself not coming shy of rather grazing my hands up your thighs as I did move upwards. I could feel the tension within both the air and your body from when I mention the tears. I'ma only teasin'. My smile radiated a sort of glow that could in itself melt even the coldest of of men. My smile was nearly perfect I had glowing pearly whites, straight teeth, full lips, and an expression that brought attention to my bright blue eyes. I brought my hand to meet your chest and collar bone. Leaving it there for a moment, I nearly lost myself in your eyes. Clearing my throat, I was moved my hand. I was rather quick to move away from you a sort of distance I liked to maintain. I grabbed the bowl and supplies from the floor and stool and brought them to the counter. If ya think today was hell... I gave a playful chuckle. Wait until you start to work for me. I poked a sight over my shoulder. I make even tough bulls cry. Trying to lighten the mood, I turned back around and leaned against the counter. I watched you stand there, but before you could go for your pants, I lunged forward. Grabbing your pants before you could, I held them away from you. You don' want those. I just wasn't quite ready for you to cover up. Not just yet.
Thread: The Lone Ranger [Temptationist x Master Machiavelli]

Really? I ask and with the smirk still on my face I make a half-hearted attempt to grab at them, only to bolt forward on my good leg and wrap my arm around your thin waist to pull you close to me. A finger of my free hand strokes along the length of your neck as I look at you. And why's that sweetheart? I ask, my words laced with my desire as my voice deepens and my hand travels along your neck to your chin and then begins to move lower. I can feel my length stiffening at the possibilities which having you so close might present. Instead of moving lower, I reach around to the nape of your neck and drink in your beauty as I move in to kiss you, half expecting you to be little more than a tease. You've got my full attention now and I'm not going to let this chance pass me by. Seems a bit unfair that I'm the only one standing here in my boxers.
Thread: The Lone Ranger [Temptationist x Master Machiavelli]

Pulling your pants from your sight, I watched as you moved closer. I moved my arm and hand that held the pants behind me - as a lame and weak attempt to keep them from you. I hadn't quite grasped what I had done, nor the situation that currently faced me. You were the situation. And the situation consisted of me breaking a hell of a lot of rules, and a done of boundaries I thought I followed. When I grabbed the pants from you, it was almost like an instinct - and only now was I realized it was a sexual instinct. I couldn't look at you without thinking about your man putting me in my place - so I knew I had an inner battle to win. Despite this, as you approached and leaned in closer, moved your hands, and looked into my eyes I knew I would lose. There was a burning desire in me that could even be seen in my glazing eyes. As your hand came to my neck, and your lips came closer to mine, I moved forward to kiss you, but didn't. Instead, I resorted to stopping myself just a bare inch from your lips. My eyes shifted to look at your lips then back over to your eyes as a mere seductive smile crept the corner of my plump rosy lips. I gave a rather rough swallow - one that depicted my slight nerves but I tried to bury it in pride. Then, uhm... My smile grew just slightly as I gazed at you, ..Why dontcha do something 'bout it?
Thread: The Lone Ranger [Temptationist x Master Machiavelli]

My smile grows wider as I feel your words on my lips, the soft exhalation of them as they leave your mouth and float across mine is delicious. What am I going to do about it? Good question. I can sense your desire, hear it in your breathing, see it in your eyes and your seductive smile. The ball's in my court and you feel my fingers on the small of your back spread, my pinkie slipping between the top of your shorts and your skin. You're warm and soft against my hand, made rough from years of bar fights and turning wrenches. My first instinct is to kiss you, your lips so full and ripe...but I refrain. I see it in your eyes it's what you want . I do as well, but this is the first time since we've met that I think I might actually be in the driver's seat. So I lean in, nearly brushing your lips with mine before sliding them past you and instead kiss the spot just under your jawline beneath your ear and I easily pull you into me with the strength of my hand on your back. You feel my excitement as I press you against me. My other hand slips easily into the back pocket of your shorts, cupping your perfect ass and I give it a little squeeze as I place another kiss along your neck moving very slowly towards your chin. There's no need for words.
Thread: The Lone Ranger [Temptationist x Master Machiavelli]

As your lips moved closer to mine, my heart began to beat just a little faster - though I tried to stay composed. But when your lips moved right before touching mine, my heart nearly stopped. As you switch course as kiss my neck, the sense of surprise could have very well caused me to slap you right in the face. Although that moment of teasing disappointment was there, it was only momentary before the sensation of your lips against my jaw very well melted my insides. Instinctively, my free hand moved to your chest. I lightly gripped your t-shirt and didn't even notice I was equally pulling you as you were pulling me. I fell against you gracefully and without hesitation. Although I had been difficult before, I hadn't been with someone in so long, and I felt this unbelievably strong attraction to you that I was unable to resist. I allowed you to trail the kisses on my neck even moving my head just slightly to the side to grant you that access. My eyes sunk to a half-close as I deeply enjoyed the feel of your groping and embrace. My hand fell to an open and I dropped the pants I had once taken. All the while, the hand that held your shirt released. I trailed that hand down to your stomach and continued to move until I came to snag the rim of your boxers. I pulled on them lightly, pulling you closer to me as my head tilted to face you. My now-pant-free hand crept into and under your shirt to meet skin of your torso, and my wanting eyes searched to look at yours.
Thread: The Lone Ranger [Temptationist x Master Machiavelli]

I feel your fingers glide across my abs and they tighten unbidden in response. My right hand still cups the back of your head, it's strong fingers laced and intertwined in your long dark hair. My left slowly traces along your spine, beneath your cute blue plaid top and moves higher as our eyes lock. The hunger and desire in my eyes is palpable and I can feel my heart quickening in anticipation. My breathing deepens as I read your expression. You are nothing like any of the women I've known. There's an honesty and purity to you I've never seen before and it's intoxicating. The anticipation of what may happen in the next few heartbeats is equally powerful. You are so beautiful and the sexual tension drips from your long, lithe body. Locked in your gaze, I feel myself leaning forward as I draw you in with both of my hands. My lips find yours- moist and soft, warm and tender and I kiss you, gentler than you might have expected at first. But the taste of your lips serves only to stoke my passion and as I slowly part your lips with mine, my tongue dances out to seek yours. My left hand at your back presses you into my chest and I revel in feeling your breasts pressing against me, imagining how they will feel on my mouth and tongue. My right hand lets go and follows the curve of your left ears before traveling to your slender neck. I stroke your jaw with my thumb as my hold on you changes. You feel my strong left hand as it moves down your spine to the small of your back and lower still, over the curve of your tight, perfect ass and then my fingers curl around it, pressing you into my growing hardness.
Thread: A New Craving: Submission and Monster Girls (Pics)

RE A New Craving Submission and Monster Girls Bump! Now with an image!
Thread: A New Craving: Submission and Monster Girls (Pics)

Oooh, sounds fun! I like the blue slime-looking girl
Thread: A New Craving: Submission and Monster Girls (Pics)

Bump. Added possible monster list.
Thread: A New Craving: Submission and Monster Girls (Pics)

TwistedAdoration said Oooh, sounds fun! I like the blue slime-looking girl Click to expand... Ah, yus! That's Erubetie. Might you be interested, TA?
Thread: A New Craving: Submission and Monster Girls (Pics)

Bumples.
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Buuump.
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Derp derp.
Thread: A New Craving: Submission and Monster Girls (Pics)

Still lookin'.
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Bumpity.
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Derpity.
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Deeeerp.
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Blargh.
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Buuump. Still looking!
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Still looking.
Thread: A New Craving: Submission and Monster Girls (Pics)

I would LOVE to do this, either as the waterslime girl, or a dominating succubus.
Thread: A New Craving: Submission and Monster Girls (Pics)

Derpderpderp.
Thread: Stalking is Caring (YoshieXKingSandy)

He didn't have very many friends. Social events made him panic. Jack was content to live his life on the edge of people's notice. He spent his days at work or classes, quietly. Everything quietly. From eating alone in a restaurant to staying in each weekend. Occasionally he did make the effort to go out with the few people he liked. . . It was always exhausting. But he considered it somewhat worth it. Jack made all the effort to blend in the background. Non-descriptive clothes. His dark hair was somewhat shaggy. He was short and thin and unremarkable. He kept his apartment much like his outward appearance. It was plain but comfortable. One bedroom, a small kitchen. A large, sunken couch and a television. A few posters of movies he liked. He'd even entertained once or twice. That worked better than going out. But the mess afterward wasn't worth any of it. But there was one thing that made him very happy. He had a pen pal. She was very compassionate and understanding. He spent a lot of his nights writing emails or chatting with her. She was safe and far away. He didn't need to be anxious or at a loss of what to do. She always cared. She knew his limits. She never violated them. She never spoke of coming to see him in person. And that was just fine with Jack. He poured out his soul to her over the web. Tonight, he had convinced himself to go out for dinner rather than ordering in. He had a craving for something rich and cheesy but not pizza. . . He made do with a steak sandwich, onion rings and one of those gourmet, hand-crafted root beers. He sat outside, comfortable in the cool night air. He had no idea he was being watched.
Thread: Stalking is Caring (YoshieXKingSandy)

All work and no play made Winry a dull girl, but what is one to do when the highlight of your day was working? She had no friends and on her hands, time and money. For some time now she had come home to an empty bed and tedious work in the morning. However, late one night she was surfing the internet for something to do when she came across a chat line. She entered the room as Mistress and for a moment just watched others talk. Then the topics changed one after the other until one particular topic caught her eye. It was the topic of laughter. Seduction loved to laugh and found herself engrossed in the chat room. Meetings here, luncheons there, conferences, and business trips, between the plane and work she barely got any time to herself. Her back against the chair she sighed heavily. Opening her eyes back up she set her sights on her desk. It was littered with memos, invoices, mail, bills, and check books and not to mention that her daily planner looked like a third grade homework assignment. She banged her head on the table there was no rest for the wicked. Gulp. She finished her third glass of Johnny Walker Black Label. Her boredom knew no bounds when it came to working late. She sat in her black Lay-Z-boy chair and went over memo, faxes, and documentation alike. Sorting them according to time and date and trying to organize them into files that were appropriate. Late nights were something that Winry was accustomed to but no matter how long there was one thing she was not lonely. She always had something to do and that thing was her found love with the man that was her pen pal. Yes, she had watched him and loved it so she was so enthralled with him, that she decided to become his pen pal since she didnt know how to converse the normal way. But this way was so much interesting. She watched him as he made his sandwich and hated that he was eating something so primitive, she on the other hand wouldve took him to the finest restaurant, have him eat anything that he so desired and he would have anything that would made him happy.
Thread: Stalking is Caring (YoshieXKingSandy)

Jack finished his meal with a gusto. There was something so comforting about this sort of food, he thought. It was really just onions, bread and meat at its mains but it was still delicious. He ordered another root beer, contemplating dessert but deciding against it. He lingered with his second bottle. He was kind of surprised that they could take something so simple and childish and give it such depth by doing it the right way. He finished up and paid his tab. He would have to find a case of that stuff. He started to walk back home. He wondered if he had a reply yet. Probably not. She was always so busy. He liked that she made time for him. He had little idea how much time but it was touching nonetheless. It didn't take him very long to walk home. He felt sleepy full, a feeling he definitely enjoyed. He scratched his face. It was time to shave again. That could sorted out later in the morning. He got himself ready for bed, stripping down to just his boxers. He stretched out fully on the bed, letting his lithe form crackle and pop as he made himself comfortable. He turned on the TV, letting it lull him to sleep.
Thread: Stalking is Caring (YoshieXKingSandy)

She took a sip of the beverage and then eyed him. It was not hard to see that she was smitten for him. His eyes, windows to the soul that they were she found herself getting lost in those eyes of his. Those strong hands, those strong of his looked like they could roam her body for days, those arms of his, they looked like they could provide her with comfort throughout those long, lonely nights. She licked her lips she started to get lost in his eyes, his being, for whatever reason she wanted to know more about him. She then got the idea to feed him. Yes, she already knew that he had eaten but it wasnt some fancy meal that she had prepared, no it was a damn lunch special that anyone could have made. She got to work in her kitchen, slicing onions, cutting bell peppers, mincing here and there, baking temperature at about 450 and then about an hour later she was done. She put it on a paper plate and sat it by his front door with a letter that read Now this is a meal worthy for a king and this is how you should eat. BBQ Spare ribs, mac and cheese and string beans was on the plate and it was a hearty meal and it was hot and ready to eat. She had to knock on the door to wake him up and then quickly scurry away so that he would not see her.
Thread: Stalking is Caring (YoshieXKingSandy)

Jack heard a knock. And since he didn't often get visitors, he wondered what it could be. He was very cautious as he crept down the the little hallway to the door. IT couldn't be something terrible but it never hurt to be a little wary. He opened it to a plate of food, still steaming. Ribs, green beans, mac and cheese. It all smelled delicious but he blinked. A note. A strangely ominous note. This is how a king eats? He shook his head and took the food inside. Granted, this could be some sort of wild poisoning plot but he doubted anyone would take the effort to make this much food and hope the target died eating it. He sat, confused but willingly, at the table and pecked at the food. All of it was fresh and delicious and he had to resist eating all of it. He'd eaten enough for now but he was seriously considering a second dinner right here and now. He decided that he would pick at it. He wasn't going to get much sleep now that he had some inkling of being watched.
Thread: Stalking is Caring (YoshieXKingSandy)

Heading back to the safety of her home she sat in her chair that was by the window and watched him enjoy what she had made for him. It was hard for her not to get aroused simply by him eating. She had a weird fetish that she told to no other. She liked to watch men eat, something about their mouth moving reminded her of oral sex, and the way he licked his lips was tantalizing. It teased her and caused her emotions to run wild. She breathed hard as she resisted the urge to touch her lower half which was quickly becoming excited the more she watched him continue on. Looking away for a brief moment she tried to think of something, anything to do to get this man in her arms. There was a reason behind this madness that she called lust and his name was written all over it.
Thread: Stalking is Caring (YoshieXKingSandy)

Jack took his time in licking the sauce off of his fingers. While he had some idea that he was being observed, he didn't imagine he could be seen in his apartment. He wondered idly if it was someone he knew. Probably not. There was a shortage of people who would care enough to cook for him, of course. And certainly, they wouldn't leave cryptic notes for him. He shrugged, licking the last drop of sauce off before washing them and attempting to go back to bed. Time enough for mysteries tomorrow. He'd have to write to Winry about this. Ask her opinion about this mysterious chef. She'd know what to do about it. She'd calm him down. Already he could feel a bit paranoid that if he left the house, someone would be following him.