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Thread: The Price We Pay (Amaranthine & Procyonix)

Pfft - like she would puke. If Brianna was good at anything, it was handling her liquor. Brianna settled in to the seat without a fuss, buckling up like she always did and then looking over to Aaron as he climbed in on the other side. She'd never used Uber so she didn't really know anything about how this work but she figured it was like a taxi that went through a mobile app. Either way, that didn't matter too much. Within a couple minutes, once the pair were seated firmly, the lovely lady in the driver's seat and started rolling and they were on their way. God... it had been ages since the last time that she had been to Aaron's place - after they had started working under the premise of friends something she had done for the sake of her mental health, not because she had truly been over him and were failing at that. It must have been a couple years by now. Brianna had been so busy with college and trying to live her life. Would he even be in the same place? She obviously wasn't - for the first time in the few years she was in her own place rather than shacked up at her daddy's for the summer before heading off to college again. How much had changed? Bree found an excitement in wondering what was coming despite the fact that they had taken sexuality out of the equation a long time ago, arousal was still her body's immediate reaction to being alone with him. Her skin tingled, acutely aware of how close their hands were to touching in the crowded back seat. As she danced around the thought of what their past had been like, she turned to look at him with bright green eyes, heavy lidded with a desire that she was surprised to feel and scared to even consider acting on.
Thread: The Price We Pay (Amaranthine & Procyonix)

The two of them were remarkably close Aaron found, his body sensing her heat so close to him. Giving the address to the driver, he relaxed back into his seat. Seeing their hands so close together, he decided to take hers in his and give it a gentle squeeze. Turning towards her, he had been about to tell her that it had been good to see her again. But the look in her eyes was unmistakable. It was the same look she always gave him when she wanted him. The fire inside him surged in the pit of his stomach as ice ran down his spine. God he wanted her. But.. should he? Even drunk as he was, he had a momentary moment of indecision. Should he move on her look? Take advantage that she wanted him to fuck this girl he still held a secret torch for? Not that he would admit it to anyone, least of all himself. Before his mind realized what was happening, he had already leaned in towards her, and undone her seat belt to pull her to him. Feeling the heat of her body against his, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her passionately in what could be called an intense drunken kiss.
Thread: The Price We Pay (Amaranthine & Procyonix)

Brianna's initial action was confusion as Aaron undid her seat belt and pulled her towards him that was quickly replaced with shock. The young woman didn't fight, though - as his lips met hers, tasting of bourbon, Bree lost control of her desires. She melted in to him, lips meeting eagerly, sliding apart to graze her tongue against his lips before pulling away. Her cheeks flushed pink, a combination of a reaction to the alcohol and sudden desire, and though she knew that this was a bad idea he had a girlfriend after all how could she possibly say no to him now that she had been reminded of what they had given up? They'd always been good at this, after all - being physical. Maybe getting under each other's skin was all that they had ever been good at together or maybe she just told herself over the years so that she could convince herself that she wasn't in love but fuck . Immediately, any subtlety about what was going to happen was out the window. Just like old habits, they would fall back in to each other. She met his eyes for a moment, a quick shared glance that she didn't dare to hold any longer than a second, and then she moved back in to steal his lips once more.
Thread: The Price We Pay (Amaranthine & Procyonix)

From the way she responded to his kiss, Aaron knew as well as she did that they were going to end up in bed together. Not that he minded in his current state especially. While he wouldn't admit to anyone, least of all himself, she was the woman he still wanted more than anything. But he had hidden behind a girlfriend and his career to avoid the pain of her moving on past him. But at that moment, none of that mattered. The only thing that did was the hot body next to his and the mouth and lips pressed hard against his own. The car arrived at his house, and at first neither of them noticed, so caught up in making out. It wasn't until the driver coughed slightly to get their attention that Aaron broke the kiss. Breathing hard, he handed the driver a tip, and got out of the car before helping Brianna out of the car. Putting his arm around her waist, he led her up the stairs to his place, using the keypad to get in since his keys were at the bar. It wasn't the same place he had last lived. He had moved to an upscale brownstone building and led her inside. Once inside he pushed her against the wall and kissed her hungrily. He started to tear his clothing off as he kissed her passionately.
Thread: The Price We Pay (Amaranthine & Procyonix)

If she was thinking straight, she wouldn't have been doing this. Brianna's mind wasn't at one hundred percent however, and rather than thinking things through she was giving in to desires. She may have moved on, found someone else, tried to start a life - none of that worked out though. Even as she had spent her college days slowly coming out to herself and the world around her, there had always been that piece that knew she would never truly understand herself because there was one man. Out of all the things in the world, Aaron was always inevitable in one way or another and it terrified her how much she craved having him in her life. On a basic level, they were not healthy for each other - or at least that was what history had proven. Bree had thought about doing this before, but just hadn't acted on her impulses. However, sober Brianna had significantly better decision making skills than drunk Brianna. She could change her mind if she wanted to, but there was no bone in her thin-framed body that wanted to pull away from their desperate, needy touches. She stepped in to Aaron's home and had her arms back around his waist as soon as the door closed behind them. He pushed her to the wall and she moved easily, stepping backwards until she reached the hard surface. As he started to pull her clothes off, the young brunette aided in the endeavor, pulling his shirt from his skin.
Thread: The Price We Pay (Amaranthine & Procyonix)

Aaron marveled just at how good they still were at this, not a word spoken since they left bar, yet both knew what they wanted, and how to get it. In no time at all, they were both undressed to their shoes, and he picked her up and rubbed his hard cock along her damp pussy lips. Teasing her clit with the head of his cock, he moaned against her mouth hungrily. Still without speaking, he simply pressed himself back inside her warm folds. Was it his imagination? Or had her walls become tighter again since she had moved on to women? It felt phenomenal, regardless. And soon he found himself rutting into her as he held her up and pressed against the wall. His mouth still locked on hers, until he finally needed a breath. This allowed him to move kisses up along her sensitive neck. The first words since they had left the bar was, Does this still drive you crazy? Lips and teeth on this beautiful neck?
Thread: The Price We Pay (Amaranthine & Procyonix)

They moved fast neither dared to slow down and before long they were naked. She gasped as his cock pushed between her folds and slid against her clit, teasing the sensitive nub and her entrance before sliding in. Bree almost hoped he would have waited just because of how much she liked the teasing, pleasurable touch of the head of his cock along her slit. She was slick already, though - more than ready for him, and there was no hesitation in the way that he pushed in to her. Bree was quickly lost to the pleasure of it his hands held firmly to her ass, keeping her pinned to the wall in just the right spot for ideal penetration and it wasn't crazy to think that she may have gotten tighter - though she had never been loose, it had been two years since she had sex with a man and her ventures with women had never included strap-ons. Basically, nothing bigger than a a vibrator the width of two of her fingers had been inside of her in a very long time. She had actually thought it might hurt if she ever had sex with a man again, but surprisingly the lack of penetration in her near history had only made fucking Aaron that much more intense and pleasurable. She moaned against his lips and growled as he pulled away from her, a noise that was lost to a gasp as his tongue and lips and teeth found there way to the sensitive spots on her neck. That had always been a weakness of hers, from the day he first found out and he had been the first to ever find that out. One thing that had not changed over the years was the sweet spots on her body and without even realizing what she was doing Bree's neck arched to allow him better access. D-don't stop, she said, her voice catching on a gasp before she could even speak. At the same time he continued to buck in to her and her legs wrapped even tighter around his hips, desperate to keep him close as the pressure grew between her thighs.
Thread: The Price We Pay (Amaranthine & Procyonix)

His efforts on her neck did not stop as he kissed and bit her neck like he always had, soft kisses, firm bites, never hard enough to bruise her, but enough for her to feel she was his. Unlike normal drunken sex, this was different. Perhaps it was their history, their shared familiarity with the other's body and desires, but the sex was hard and intense. He bucked hard into her until without warning, his climax came surprising them both. Pumping jet after jet of hot cum inside her, he moaned her name loudly, Bree... as he drove his fertile seed towards her womb. Not taking his foot off the gas, he kept going until she came as well. After the climaxes, he helped her back to her feet, and pulled her further into the house. The living room was beautiful old wood floor, furniture, and decor. A fireplace was there with the large fake polar bear rug. She would know it had to be fake, because Aaron didn't believe in killing animals for their hides. Lighting the fire place, he sat her down by the fire and moved to the kitchen. Pouring two glasses of wine, he came back and handed her one. That felt amazing, Bree, he sighed, we haven 't lost that at least.
Thread: Happy Birthday Sigr!!!!

Happy Birthday to BMRs resident Spaniard and magenta goon! I hope you have a super fantabulous wonderful splendiforous day full of games fun friends and drinks!!!
Thread: Happy Birthday Sigr!!!!

Bursts out of a giant cake HAPPY BIRTHDAY EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Have the bestest day! Regardless if it's a party filled day of drinks and madness or a quiet cuddle time in bed, I hope it's the best time!
Thread: Happy Birthday Sigr!!!!

Thank you Sam! Although the only mustached man around it's my father and he's not that flamboyant nor does he have confetti Thank you Raina! Did you remember to wear something before getting into the cake? tries to peek under all the frosting Raina has on top of her Also, I'm hoping for both madness and cuddles, I'm greedy like that. We'll see.
Thread: Happy Birthday Sigr!!!!

BIRTHDAY CUPCAKE FROM ME ALTHOUGH I CANT MAIL IT TO SPAIN also I could not pull off the cupcake between the boobs at all s and now im covered in chocolate
Thread: Happy Birthday Sigr!!!!

Happy birthday Sigr Love you to pieces
Thread: Happy Birthday Sigr!!!!

Happy birthday Sigr!
Thread: Happy Birthday Sigr!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thread: Happy Birthday Sigr!!!!

Happy birthday Sigr! Feliz cumpleaos!
Thread: Happy Birthday Sigr!!!!

I crawled out of bed and into BMR not long ago. Thank you all for your best wishes, you are wonderful and made this little hangover way better. Raina, you are just too much, and I almost choked on my coffee when I saw the pictures. Without the budget to make you appear from a cake, you yet managed to make a cake appear. Choco boobs are best boobs, I hope you enjoyed the cupcake and the Saturday in general as much as I did yesterday. Lots of love to all of you, beautiful people.
Thread: Happy Birthday Sigr!!!!

I wasn't made aware that this thread existed Happy birthday Sigr! a bit late rip
Thread: Happy Birthday Sigr!!!!

Aww, thank you!
Thread: A Fantasy Tavern

This still strikes me as a fun idea that I'd like to explore!
Thread: You Are Cordially Invited... [Tsair x Ironic]

On an island located somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, there was a paradise that held an impressive mansion. The building stood towering over it's surroundings, almost a castle in its structure. The tropical locale made the building seem almost out of place, yet it contained itself well within the scenery. Surrounded by lush forests, various forms of wildlife could be seen throughout the terrain. Standing upon a cliff overlooking the ocean near the back of the manor, a tall man stood with his hands folded behind his back. He ran a hand up through his auburn hair, as he turned to head back to the mansion. There were preparations to be made, after all. He walked through a lush garden, a hand slowly stroking a petal of a rose as he walked past. The smell was intoxicating, the various plants creating a carnival of scents. He arrived at the door to the building which swung open as he approached, a bald man in a tuxedo bowing slightly and showing him through the door. He continued up a grand staircase, taking each step luxuriously as he approached a set of doors at the top his study. He entered the room and pulled out a blank sheet of fine parchment, along with an inkpen. It was a bit old fashioned, but it held a vibrancy to it that a simple typed letter could never replicate. He began to write, his handwriting elegant and refined. If you have received this letter, you are cordially invited to a banquet being held in an exclusive resort location upon the isle of Regalia. Only a select number of people will be permitted to attend, and all expenses will be covered during your stay. As I imagine that you may be hesitant or distrust this letter, but know that this is a once in a lifetime experience. You will be generously compensated for your time, in the manner of a one million dollar package. As you have been carefully selected for this endeavor, I will see to it that any demands you wish for in return for your attendance can be discussed and fulfilled to the best of our ability. Enclosed within this letter is a business card for a liaison who will assist in coordinating this venture. I do hope you can attend. With Regard, The Marquis of Regalia Once the letter was complete, he rolled it up, giving it to his hired courier to be delivered to the woman he'd chosen. He hadn't been turned down for his invite yet, and he was confident in his newest selection. The day of the banquet was one month away. He needed to ensure that the entire island was prepared for her arrival after all, anything out of place could ruin the game.
Thread: You Are Cordially Invited... [Tsair x Ironic]

A typical Tuesday afternoon, nothing out of the ordinary. Lydia was on her lunch break and decided to take her hour break at home, saving leftovers of a chicken casserole from the previous night. Upon entering her apartment complex parking structure, the mailman seemed to have finished his rounds and was entering inside of his vehicle before exiting to continue his route to another street. It was convenient for her as she was already out and near her mailbox. Unlocking her mailbox, the number 114 edged into the front, her mail awaited her. Casually, she picked up the small stack before locking the box and making way towards her apartment. Upon entering, she would carelessly set the mail on her kitchen table before raiding her fridge to gather the leftovers. She nuked it in the microwave for a minute, pulling out her plate as if she just made it all over again. Taking a seat at her table she would eat her lunch, eyes darting to the mail before she picked up the scattered mess to read them. Water bill, gas bill, credit card invitation from Capital One, life insurance advertisement, and a letter from Regalia? Perhaps a scam? Intrigued, she used her thumb nail to pry the letter open, revealing a neatly rolled letter for her to ponder on. Her typical Tuesday afternoon shifted with no warning, becoming nothing but interesting now. Unrolling her surprise letter, her hues drank in the words, admiring the penmanship of whoever constructed it. She knew it wasnt typed as each letter was written differently than its counterpart, the fine lines of what seemed to be an ink pen bleeding through the paper slightly, the ending of some lines being deeper in color than others as the tip of the pen was held too long on that spot. Usually scams didnt have a way to contact them back in a business card form, usually contact information being printed on the same paper, small text on the bottom disclosing any rates and fees if you looked careful enough. Pinching the thickened business card between her thumb and index finger, she would rotate it skeptically, almost wanting to turn down the too-good-to-be-true invitation, but a quick call wouldnt hurt, right? Dialing the number listed, she would press her cellphone up to her ear before hearing the ringback tone. It rang a few times, another good sign that it wasnt automated. When the other line picked up, she cleared her throat and began her questions. Hello, I just recently received a letter in the mail regarding an invitation to Regalia. The letter didnt disclose all too much, but it provided this number to call. Im a bit skeptical, can you please enlighten me?
Thread: You Are Cordially Invited... [Tsair x Ironic]

The other line picked up, a pleasant sounding woman responding to Lyida as she made the call. The other side introduced herself as Anita Verson, and asked a few introductory questions before going into a longer response. I'm glad to hear from you, Miss Reed. I'm glad to assist with information regarding the banquet. We will provide transportation, accomodation, meals, and all assorted expenses that made be incurred over the course of your stay. We will also provide one weeks worth of compensation for missed income. She went over the generous package regarding the banquet, as well as providing information regarding how transportation could be acquired. Any questions Lydia asked would be answered with courtesy and confidence, displaying complete validity and inspiring faith in the venture. There was no sign of anything strange with the banquet, other than the fact that it seemed Lydia had been selected specifically, for undetermined reasons. All that Anita could say was that the host of the banquet had specifically invited her. From the information, there would be plenty of time for prepararion, allowing departure in one months time. She would be allowed to board a private jet, that would take her straight to the island. It was made clear that this was an exclusive invitation, and likely a once in a lifetime experience.
Thread: You Are Cordially Invited... [Tsair x Ironic]

Hearing the woman talk so soothingly put the worried girl at ease, sitting back further in her chair as she crossed her legs. Even compensation for missed income? She restated, biting the inside of her cheek in contemplation. If you wouldnt mind, I would appreciate it if you sent over the paperwork and ticket information in the mail or email it to me. Lydia asked, wanting more validation to settle any lasting skepticism she had. Obediently the woman complied, recommending sending it over via email. After giving her the email address, almost instantly she received a new message in her inbox from Anita Verson. Thank you for all of your help, I look forward to it. Inspecting the email, she would see the banquet would take place June 10th, a month from today. It was the perfect time of the year to get away from work, already fantasizing laying in the warmth of the sand as the ocean water caressed her skin. Images of the island were attached, and she could smell the flowers as she eyed over their elegant shades. If she wasnt sold on the idea yet, she most definitely would be now. On the bottom of the email, it asked to submit Yes or No in regard to her appearance, and after glancing at the photos and information once last time, she would click on Yes, hitting the submit button. Ticket information about her private jet, paperwork to allow the money to flow into her bank account while she was away, and other additional information was sent after she agreed on going. It was all legit, and the sinking feeling of the reality of it would take a while to settle. It was the big day to board the jet, still having to drive to her local airport to board it. With help from the airport staff they would direct her to a gate where she would have to present her ticket for validation purposes, and once granted access, allowed her to board the jet. Already the extravagant journey was beginning, the jet holding elegant furniture inside with name brands that she could never afford. Letting the staff take her luggage away, she would sit down stiffly in her seat, unsure to touch anything or ask for something. If there were more people coming, why was she the only one on the Jet? Did they get their own private jets too? If so, it wouldve been easier and probably less expensive to board everyone up together. She let the question linger in her head, not wanting to ask.