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Thread: Moving in with the Neighbor (myself and wolvenrogue)

After he had shown her what bathroom to use and where the laundry equipment was, she had decided to see about taking a shower. As she let the hot water run over her, she thought about the whole incident today. She was trying to find ways to show her appreciation to Mr. Sylvan for letting her stay here beyond earning her keep. However, her thoughts wandered to him a few times. After quietly rubbing on out, she got out the shower, dressed and dried her hair. However, she didn't think nothing of how inappropriate it would possibly be to wander around in a nightgown, especially as sheer as the one she'd put on, with a male in the house. Not even as she headed towards the kitchen to go get something to drink. She passed Mr. Sylvan in the den asleep on the couch and went to gently wake him.
Thread: Moving in with the Neighbor (myself and wolvenrogue)

Joe startled awake to find Dana standing in front of him in the nighty he had picked up earlier that day. Just as he had suspected it was almost see through. At first he thought he was dreaming but when he realized he wasn't, he didn't know what to do. He was instantly hard, and since he had been wearing gym shorts that afternoon it was immediately apparent. Ahhh Dana ...Ahhh how long have I been sleeping? Much to late, he put a couch pillow in his lap. I'll be right with you! Ah No! what I mean is I'm coming to bed. After that he didn't know what to do. He just sat there at the gorgeous, scantily clad, 18 year old girl in front of him. He had no idea what she would do.
Thread: Moving in with the Neighbor (myself and wolvenrogue)

She hadn't meant to startle him. She was just concerned about him sleeping on the couch. Due to his gym shorts, she had caught that he was hard, though she wasn't sure if it was because of her or if it was because of whatever he was dreaming about. It's alright Mr. Sylvan. We've both had a long day. Is there anything I can do for you before you go on up to bed?
Thread: Moving in with the Neighbor (myself and wolvenrogue)

Anything she could do for him? My god ! There certainly was! As she stood there innocent and nearly naked in front of him, the best he could do was stammer Ahh let me wake up a minute, I'm kinda groggy. After a moment he punted and and asked how about putting some water on for herb tea? Would you like a cup? It always makes me sleep better. The man was torn. He felt guilty looking at her, but since it had been almost 3 years since he'd been with a woman, he simply couldn't bring himself to just send her away. He was doing his best to get a grip on himself. Normally he would have gotten his own hot water, but in his condition that would have been very awkward.
Thread: Moving in with the Neighbor (myself and wolvenrogue)

Water for tea? Sure I can do that. A cup of tea does sound nice and I'd come down for something to drink anyway so it's perfect. She bounced off to the kitchen to start the water. While in the kitchen, waiting on the water to heat up, the earlier thoughts she had of him returned. The basic peek at his erection, even if it was clothed, from before only served to encourage her fantasies. She squirmed a bit now as she stood waiting, trying to rub herself without touching with her fingers.
Thread: Moving in with the Neighbor (myself and wolvenrogue)

Come sit with me in here while we wait for the water to boil he said calling out to her in the kitchen. There was a chair across from the couch and of course room next to him on the couch, where he sat with the pillow in his lap. Since she had been gon a bit his erection had subsided and he set the pillow on the sofa next to him, and waited for her to return. The neglige' she was wearing highlighete her figure perfectly and was very provocative to him.
Thread: Moving in with the Neighbor (myself and wolvenrogue)

Dana stopped her squirming at hearing him. Coming! She called out before walking back to the den. She sat in the chair across from the couch, crossing her legs at the ankles. Upon settling in the chair, she noticed he no longer held the pillow on his lap but said nothing about it. She truly had no idea just how revealing her negligee was to him.
Thread: Moving in with the Neighbor (myself and wolvenrogue)

With he sitting in the chair like that, she was right under the lamp. It lit up her pale skin under the pastel neglige and she might almost as well of been naked. Bob sat their a minute before attempting to make small talk. His choice of subjects was not the best. You look very pretty tonight he said. But by the time he did, the statement was unnecessary because his cock was already testifying that he thought so, pushing up a huge tent in his boxers. By now it was far too late to bother with the pillow. He looked down at his cock and said I'm sorry Dana, I wish that hadn't happened, but i just can't help it. I haven't seen a woman in so long. Well you know... Don't you?
Thread: Moving in with the Neighbor (myself and wolvenrogue)

Dana blushed when he complimented her on her beauty. Even more so when she saw his cock tenting in his boxers once more. It's alright. We're both adults. It's been a while for you so I quite understand. I don't think you're a pervert if that's what you're worried about. You're having a very natural reaction to a woman so I can't complain. She smiled reassuringly. She was feeling better about her own thoughts towards him now that she knew he obviously found her attractive.
Thread: Moving in with the Neighbor (myself and wolvenrogue)

The tea kettle interrupted their conversation so Jo got up and headed out to the kitchen, no longer concerned about appearances. He shut off the gas and poured two steaming cups of water and got out his collection of tea bags.
Thread: Moving in with the Neighbor (myself and wolvenrogue)

Dana got up and walked in the kitchen after him. She watched as he grabbed the tea bags. She leaned against the counter. So um....where does this leave us now? You've clearly admitted you find me attractive and well.... She blushed. I find you attractive too.
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

Greetings, mortals! Dreams are bloody weird, eh? I say so because... well, they are. Anyone who says differently is selling something. Though how you would sell anything from dreams is beyond me. Anyway, to the point! Recently I have been having dreams. Usually I don't remember them, and I haven't had lucid dreams since I was young. This is unfortunate, as lucid dreaming can be quite fun. Hell, remembering your dreams is fun. But no, I'm a sorry, forgetful sod, and they often slip away from me before I can relive the delightful memory of eating crab cakes off of Olivia Wilde's flawless navel. I digress. But not because I want to. My question to you, dear fiends, is what your dreams have been consisting of lately? Are they recurring? Lucid? Nightmarish? Surreal? Realistic? Emotional? Fantastical kinky? Indulge us!
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

Horrible gruesome nightmares. Nope, I have no story for why I have them. I just do.
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

Yuna said Horrible gruesome nightmares. Nope, I have no story for why I have them. I just do. Click to expand... That's no fun. Perhaps if you write down what occurs in your nightmares, but instead of the gruesome details, change it into something more lighthearted. The monster chasing you down could be a rainbow-frosted cupcake trying to ask you out to a masquerade ball in which the attire is nothing but a mask. The violent imagery you envision is really people having too much fun with strawberry jam or ketchup. The decrepit house you've become lost in is really the gateway to your favorite place on the planet, like Hogwarts or Narnia or Chuckie Cheese's. I want this thread to be not just a form for dreams laid bare, but expression and exploration of your imagination, of what you may or may not be aware of the things your brain is capable of summoning. Just a thought.
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

I have odd and really creepy dreams about losing teeth when my family members show up in them. Apparently it can mean a multitude of things like anxiety, fear of losing family members, and a few other things. It's a big indicator of life changes, so a few sources have said. Still creeps me out. 'The dramatization of these feelings in your dream through the imagery of losing your teeth symbolizes how costly some choices may be for you. As Gillian Holloway explains in The Complete Dream Book, the gore of the dream imagery reflects the severity of the price being paid to keep the peace or stay the course.' -from a site I was looking at. Makes a lot of sense.
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

Hahvoc The Decepticon said I have odd and really creepy dreams about losing teeth when my family members show up in them. Apparently it can mean a multitude of things like anxiety, fear of losing family members, and a few other things. It's a big indicator of life changes, so a few sources have said. Still creeps me out. 'The dramatization of these feelings in your dream through the imagery of losing your teeth symbolizes how costly some choices may be for you. As Gillian Holloway explains in The Complete Dream Book, the gore of the dream imagery reflects the severity of the price being paid to keep the peace or stay the course.' -from a site I was looking at. Makes a lot of sense. Click to expand... I can't say that I've ever understood the connection between dream visions and their symbolism in correlation to real life events, but it seems interesting enough. Sort of like astrology. It's a cool concept to consider and play with, but I'd never base any decision-making or significant beliefs in any of the theories.
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

Nine out of ten times my dreams are about zombies. I never find them scary, and I never enjoy them one bit, but I always have them. I don't even have to watch or read anything related to zombies. What's even more annoying is that I never actually seem to kill any, and nothing bad ever happens to me.
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

Xeres said Hahvoc The Decepticon said I have odd and really creepy dreams about losing teeth when my family members show up in them. Apparently it can mean a multitude of things like anxiety, fear of losing family members, and a few other things. It's a big indicator of life changes, so a few sources have said. Still creeps me out. 'The dramatization of these feelings in your dream through the imagery of losing your teeth symbolizes how costly some choices may be for you. As Gillian Holloway explains in The Complete Dream Book, the gore of the dream imagery reflects the severity of the price being paid to keep the peace or stay the course.' -from a site I was looking at. Makes a lot of sense. Click to expand... I can't say that I've ever understood the connection between dream visions and their symbolism in correlation to real life events, but it seems interesting enough. Sort of like astrology. It's a cool concept to consider and play with, but I'd never base any decision-making or significant beliefs in any of the theories. Click to expand... It more or less just freaks me out. Lol
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

My most recent dream that I can recall actually had to do with zombies. Oddly, I was living in a zombie apocalypse and, for once, I was actually surviving through it. Usually, when I have such dreams, I'm not doing overly well... I'm running for my life and it doesn't end well. But that one time, I was actually kicking ass. Kind of ironic because I'd thought it was telling me something. But meh. Was wrong about that. However, who knows. Dreams are weird.
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

I get zombie dreams too! They're premonitions! THE ZOMBPOCALYPSE IS UPON US.
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

My dreams are either really typical every day stuff, totally random and nonsensical, or elaborate epic stories. I had my first zombie dream weeks ago.
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

I'm just waiting for the person who comes to this thread with a zombie sex dream. Not... that I'm anticipating it excitedly, but it's bound to happen! Right? It's not just me that foresees this?
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

I don't ever remember my dreams. All I know is that I wake up screaming at least twice a week. Every so often I even wake up singing or crying, but I can never remember what caused me to do so. Should probably go to a sleep doctor, but I'm not made of money. w
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

They tend to be really random. Sometimes they are awesome and I become rich somehow or get video games that don't even exist. Though most just seem to be nonsense. I've had dreams where I fly aroundthough it felt more like swimming, dreams of video games themselves that don't exist. Some seem to have had more meaning than others, like one where, in a bar, I'd met with two people I knew in real life, and by the time of that dream they'd both died. I'm an atheist so I don't believe in any kind of afterlife, but I doubt that my brain wasn't trying to tell me something about them. At the very least, maybe my subconscious decided to do something with this song. A lot of them tend to be nightmares, though I'm not sure if I'd call them typical or conventional or anything usually they're just as odd as my other dreams. No zombies or other average scary monsters or anything like thatbut I am surprised I have yet to have one about Slenderman. Some are kind of random. I don't really have recurring dreams, but as a kid I think I had one that happened a lot, and because of how often I woke up in the middle of thunderstorms, think that must have been the cause. I don't remember much of the visuals - I think it was just from one point of view, above some kind of spiral staircase, and maybe a bowling ball? falling down the center repeatedly to make a loud crash. However, it seems most nightmares do have more of a meaning than any of my normal dreams do. One in particular had me kill someone, or at the very least it was implied. I didn't see myself killing them, but one moment they were alive, and the next they were just a head, so yeah. It's scary to think about, because I don't like violence and would never inflict harm on anyone outside of self defense, even if I do hate this person and feel I've been wronged by them. At least one of my more recent dreams was good. Maybe no the most, but it's the last one I remember very well. Kind of on the normal end of things, and very simplistic, too. Pretty much I met some brunette girl whom I don't think I've ever met in real life and over the course of I don't know how long, we fell in love and that was it. Probably the closest I've ever had to a wet dream even though there were no naughty bits. Of course it was very disappointing when I woke up but it was still nice to have.
Thread: Dreamland Doozeys

I dont dream. I meditate and philosophize to rejuvinate myself.
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

1830 Bob Harder was a simple man, a farmer in central Pennsylvania, he was up before the sun each day and gave the earth a good days work. He had been married to Heather two years when the small pox epidemic hit and she left this earth. The light in the good man's eyes left with her. He kept on working, but it was without a purpose now. He spent many a night wondering what the Good Lord had in mind for him. But he didn't give up. He was well respected in the small town of Johnstown PA. He wasn't alone in the wondering as to why he of all people had to face such a loss. His wife had been pregnant at the time, and he had lost them both. Despite his situation, he was a handsome man with a strong back and arms like most men's legs, with a strength born of hard work and healthy living. That night was not unlike any other. That is until he heard a ruckas in the barn. He picked up his shot gun put on his boots and headed out to see what had happened in his longjohns. He wasn't expecting company.
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

Aidan was an Irish Immigrant girl at the age of 20, with a bit of a temper. She had waist length fire red hair and bright green eyes. She came to in New York, in the hopes of having a new life. She arrived with nothing and after a month in the city nearly starved. She was forced to stowed away on an Erie Canal barge and got off near Johnstown. The first night she was nearly raped by a drunken man. Putting up a fight, she kicked him in the groin and managed to get away. Terrified she ran for awhile, running into the country side. She finally spotted a barn at the top of a hill. She snuck into the barn, hoping to steal some food as she was starving. She looked everywhere, finally finding a bucket of apples. Grateful she grabbed a few and sat down, starting to eat.
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

He couldn't understand why his hounds were barking at the barn door. They didn't chase rabbits at night. They had the chickens awake, and they were fluttering all about, as were the geese and ducks. In total it made one hellish racket. Red, Bigfoot! Be quiet! The dogs were well behaved and heeded their master, but remained on full alert. What ever was in the barn would not escape him tonight. Pushing open the door open, he held out his lantern and peered into the darkness He saw nothing unusual inside, that is until he looked at the apple barrel. There were two cores laying out on the floor. Looking close they weren't even brown. They were fresh. Someone was in the barn. I know you are in here! Show yourself or I'll send in the hounds! You got just 5 seconds!
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

Aidan hid behind a wooden shelf once she hurt the hounds barking, knowing the owner of the house would be coming to investigate why they've were making such a noise. Terrified of dogs and knowing that their master wasn't bluffing about sending them at her. She poked her head around the shelf so he could see her. Don't send the hounds, it won't be necessary. I'll just be leaving now she stepped out aiming to leave and be on her way.
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

Bob took a step forward as he saw the fire orange hair down to her wait and the emerald eyes. She was dirty and had a strange accent, but didn't seem much of a threat. I wouldn't recommend that he said in soft voice. You see these here hounds have been itchin to get at you for better than an hour. You wouldn't make it ten yards. So why don't you step out here and tell me just what your doing in my barn besides eaten my apples. You might have come to the house and asked ifin you was hungry. He waited a minute for her to gather up her courage and comply.
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

She looked at him, she could tell he was a hard working man. She took in his looks and his body, a dashing man he was. I ran here for shelter, I was attacked by a man in Johnstown. I didn't dare go up to your door, I don't know you and I will not be attacked again. She said confidently, giving him a worming look.
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

He was impressed that such diminutive and young woman, finding herself in difficult circumstances would be quite so confident. Well see here young lady, if that is indeed what you are, I have no plans to harm you or even let the dogs have you, but I'll thank you to show some respect. I work hard to keep this farm, and I'll not have it pillaged. I don't mind helping, but I won't be robbed. So get yourself up to the house. You seem in a bad way. You'll get a bath, a meal, and a warm bed tonight, and in that order. We'll see about tomorrow, tomorrow. either that or you can take your chances with the hounds. Suit yourself. He turned and started walking back to the house. True it was late, but his sleep was already interrupted. After a few paces he looked back to see if she was following.
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

She was offended by him saying that she might not be a young lady, but him offering her a bath, meal, and bed , made her not comment on it. She didn't want to do anything to change his mind. She watched as he started toward his house taking a moment to grab her dress and pull it up a little so she wouldn't trip on it. She started after him, following him slowly.
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

Seeing her follow, he said Good decision As they approached the house, He lead her to the back of the house where there was a room they used for bathing and laundry. You'll have to help, he said go to the pump and draw water and fill the wash tub, while I build a fire in the stove. He handed her a bucket. the pump is just out that door. He put a couple logs in the stove and set them alight. Then when she had filled the tub, dipped out a pail and put it on the stove to boil. He set out a cake of soap and a plain cotton towel. When the water was boiling he poured it back in the tub to warm it. he went to his closet and came back with an old soft cotton shirt of his. He handed it to her. Now get out of those filthy clothes and wash up, then when your dry put on the shirt. he turned and left the room. It had no door but he went off into the kitchen and out of sight.
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

Aiden grabbed the bucket and walked out side to pump the water. She pumped and pumped the water into the bucket, finally filling it. She was strong but still barely lifted the bucket off of the ground. Finally getting it into the room she watched as he boiled some of the water and poured the water into the wash tub. After he poured the boiled water into the was tub she said thank you. Making sure that he was out of the room and that he couldn't see her, she stripped her dirty clothes and lowered her body into the was tub. The water felt amazing, she hadn't had a shower in a few weeks and was so grateful for it. She took the soap and washed herself with it continuously, trying to wash all of the dirt and stink from her. She wet her hair and began to wash her hair with the soap. After washing the soap out of her hair, she stepped out of the wash tub. She grabbed the cotton towel and dryed herself. She looked at the shirt he left, noticing that it wasn't as long as a dress, she scowled slightly but was thankful for something clean so she pulled it down over her head. She walked into the next room and looked at him. Thank you for the bath, I really needed it.
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

While she was washing, he had boiled a few potatoes with some dried meat, and a carrot and made a simple stew. It wasn't fancy, but it was hot and he set a bowl on the table for her with a large spoon. he poured her a cup of coffee. and sat down at the table with her. The shirt wasn't very pretty, but at least she was mostly decent. Have you anywhere to go? he asked. This is no place for a woman alone as you have already found out. He sat with her while she ate and listened to what she had to say.
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

She sat at the table and started eating, trying to eat as a lady. After chewing her food, she answered no I don't. I left Ireland for New York. I didn't last long and quickly became homeless and nearly starved. I got on a Erie Canal and got off near Johnstown. I walked around and an drunken man tried to take advantage of me, I kicked him in his groin and ran to your barn. She said to him with an confident tone. She finished her meal and started to drink the coffee he had sat in front of her.
Thread: Wild Irish Rose (wolvenrogue and JoyViolet92)

I'm sorry this country has treated you so poorly he said. Come let me show you where you may sleep We'll talk some more in the morning. Breakfast is at 5 am he said pointing to the windup clock on the wall. That just 4 hours from now we both best get some rest. He lead her up the stairs to a small bedroom in the eves of the house. The furnishings were simple but sturdy, and the bed was clean and soft. I will knock on your door when I get up. Good night