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Thread: Cherry Blossoms and Co-Existence (Tavi x Wing)

His hands moved smoothly away as he pulled her out of her top, careful not to tug at her wings causing the removing a bit awkward as he set her top to the side which very soon her bra followed it. He enjoyed the hear of her body, her kisses, her moans. He felt like this was what was meant to be his hands took her breasts a little more heated now that her chest was bare on him his hands took her breasts his fingertips running along her nipples as he squeezed gently wanting her to moan louder. The desire to make her happy filled him he seemed more interested in making her happy than receiving anything himself. He wanted her every moan, her every sound for him his hands moved a touch harder. He was careful not to cause her harm enjoying her pleasure. His voice was low, deep as he breathed softly along her ear. I don't... I do not want to much... I just want to make you happy... He did not want her to start tearing away his clothing knowing if she did he could not stop anything. He started to move slowly as if to lead her back to be to the seat so he could be on top. He would make her happy, he wanted her moaning out his name. Not sure, or really caring where the thoughts came from drunk on the pleasure as well as the feeling being near her gave him. Tavi did not think he could stop at this point even if she tried to the thought felt wrong to him, yet he was fairly certain it was true.
Thread: Cherry Blossoms and Co-Existence (Tavi x Wing)

His efforts were rewarded with louder moans as she began to squirm lovingly under his touches. As he stimulated her breasts, which were a bit larger than he could cup in their entirety with a single hand, she reacted strongly to the direct touch of his fingers on her sensitive peaks. She allowed him to touch her as he pleased for now, but her eyes had already begun to change... From desire to hunger. This only intensified as he groped her with increased aggressiveness, lighting the instinctive fire within her until it roared into a raging inferno. Then make me happy, Tavi... Take me, and fill me with your essence, she shifted positions as he wished, but her hand was already stroking the bulge in his pants as she made her full intentions known. She worked slowly, unfastening his belt and sliding his pants down at an agonizingly slow pace while the fingertips of her other hand danced ever so gently across his hardened shaft, stroking him through his underwear which acted as the only barrier left between the direct touches of her skilled hand. Abandoning the pursuit of his member for a moment, she turned her gaze upward and began to unbutton his shirt, pushing each button through the button whole in the long line down his front until she could see his bare chest through the slit down the front. She ran her hand across his chest, savoring the feel of his muscles while testing his reaction to her touch as she finally reached down once again, sliding his underwear down his legs to finally relieve his manhood of its tight confines. She practically purred with delight upon seeing it standing firm and hard, the gaze of her eyes locked on the male tool before her.
Thread: Femme fatale[RocLobster & Somikat]

Street lamps and neon signs glittered in the distance as Francesca D'Alessandro stepped out of the cab and onto 21st Street, the heels of her knee-high, black leather boots clicking softly on the side walk. Above her, the city's lights bled into the night sky and hid from view the myriad stars which would have otherwise hung upon the pitch canvas. Even at close to 9pm the city was alive with noise too, but here on 21stin one of the more lavish and wealthy parts of the metropolisthat clamorous hustle and bustle seemed distant, little more than background noise disturbing otherwise peaceful surroundings. The cab peeled away and the tall brunette stepped beneath a street light directly in front of the O'Neill building, its glow showing her to be wearing a comfortable, flowing black mini-skirt and a white blouse crocheted with intricate, miniature flowers. A sliver of its fabric could be seen just above her waist, where it was tucked into her skirt and where her short jacket ended, the latter wrought of the same black leather as her boots, and the gold-chained purse which hung from her right shoulder. Even at 5'9, her silken brown hair reached halfway down her back only her breastsa voluptuous 42Dkept her long locks from being her most striking feature. Born in Italy to an Italian mother and an Argentine father, Francesca earned her living in the United States by working as an escort. Tonight she was meeting with a new client, andjudging from his place of residencea rich one at that. She paused when she reached the large double doors of a grand, high-rise complex of apartments, checked the number by the door, and stepped inside. It would not have been the first time a cab driver took her to the wrong door, but this one had been spot on. Within the lobby was spacious, and its tiled floors gleamed beneath soft overhead lights. A hundred mailboxes or so were set into the walls, and each one was lined with varnished wood. This is a nice place... . Ahead of her lay a second doorway, and to the right of the clear, glass door was an intercom and a list of apartment numbers. Reaching into her inside pocket, she produced a small piece of paper upon which was written the address of the apartment block, the name Richard , and the number 94 . Replacing the paper, she retrieved a small pocket mirror from her purse and its glass saw her own reflection, her lips painted the same dark shade of red as her fingernails. Replacing the mirror she strode confidently towards the silver grill andhaving found the button for 94she rang Richard's apartment. A man's voice answered, and was met by Francesca's soft, Italian accent. Hi, Richard? It's Francesca. Can I come up?
Thread: Femme fatale[RocLobster & Somikat]

Unpleasant surprise giving way to one much more pleasing, the escort smiled a smile which was as warm as it was genuine, though with Francesca it was often difficult to tell where servile acting ceased and the real woman beneath began. On this occasion she really was pleasedgentlemen were her preference, and Richard was strikingly handsome andevidentlyas dignified as she had hoped from a man who kept residence in such a stately abode. The surprise had also slightly elevated her heart rate, making his appearance all the more agreeable. Hi, she replied, her accent made all the more obvious by a drawing out of the single syllable. It's my pleasure to meet you, Richard. I didn't see you come inwere you late? Working late, perhaps? I hope nobody was trying to keep you from me. She smiled warmly, an elegant playfulness evident in the corners of her lips and in her big, brown eyes. Facing him, she had the opportunity to take a good look at the man who would be paying so handsomely for her company tonight, and whose features ensured that her fee was not to be the only handsome detail of the night. Well-dressed, well-groomed, just the right amount of stubble and enough hair to get her fingers through he was certainly one the more attractive clients she'd had of late, and he had already given her reason to suspect that his demeanour would elevate him beyond all others. While her employ bore the title of escort, those she escorted were not always of a high calibre, and at times she felt every bit the 250 dollar an hour hooker which the term escort served all too often to conceal. Tonight, however, she felt that she was in line for an experience more befitting of the title, and it had been too long since she had been treated to the company of such a gentleman. Of course, she had had an inklingor at least a hopethat this would be the case when Richard had contacted her. His address and his desire to book her out for a whole night suggested that he was wealthy, and that had a kindled a desire of her own that he would prove to be a gentlemana man of distinctionand that she would be treated to a night of sophistication to put the baser satisfaction-seekers she more usually tended to to shame. Standing in his presence now, that hope did not seem ill-begotten. Would you like me to wait for you? she asked when her new client had replied to her playful questioning, or will I come up?
Thread: Femme fatale[RocLobster & Somikat]

When he finally returned after a quick shower and ten minutes of pampering, Richard looked considerably less formal but no less dashing. He'd traded his pinstriped three piece for a grey sports jacket and slacks, a crisp white shirt with the top buttons left loose and a pair of dress shoes so clean you could see your reflection in them. His hair was subtly gelled to drape over his left side and his cologne quickly filled the air on his arrival. It was a subtle and pleasant scent, not overpowering or flowery, but noticeable and pleasing to the senses. Thank you, Francesca... He graciously accepted her compliment with a small nod of his head, still adjusting the cuffs of his jacket as he made his way over to her in the lounge. When he finally reached her Richard extended a hand down to the luscious looking brunette, taking the opportunity to closely examine her figure. Subconsciously undressing her with his eyes while delivering a genuinely pleased smile. And I happen to think you look wonderful. Trust me, I'm sure people have visited restaurants with a date in tow, dressed far more revealingly than you. He added a playful little wink at the end of what he hoped would be a reassuring compliment. When Francesca finally took his hand he helped her raise to her feet, taking the glass from her and setting it down on the white topped coffee table, a discrete centre piece to the living area. Now, if you've not gotten too comfortable, would you like for us to head out? Our cab should be arriving soon.
Thread: Femme fatale[RocLobster & Somikat]

Well... revealing can be nice sometimes, she replied with a gentle laugh, playfully arching an eyebrow and drawing her shoulders inwards, an action which squeezed her breasts just a little tighter together and accentuated her already prodigious cleavage. She had a way of making such gestures seem humorous and alluring, without crossing the line to lewdness. While it was apparent that she was a woman of class and sophisticationno matter what some may make of her occupationshe was also playful, and she loved little more than having a good time. Being the sexual person that she was, having a good time often involved an element of sexiness, be it a simple allusion or a raunchy night between the sheets. She also enjoyed giving Richard food for thought as regards what was to come later on, but that was hours from now, and she had a different part to play firstone which she hoped would segue seamlessly into what preceded it, but also one which she wanted to enjoy. She tried to enjoy all of her encounters, but it was the out-calls and dinner dates from which she drew most pleasure. They were rarer, andof coursemore sophisticated. Oh, your home is definitely very comfortable. I really love it, she smiled, but yes, I am ready and happy to go. Not a single word was a lieshe had already spent minutes imagining herself living in an apartment like Richard's, and she was quite looking forward to his company for the night. Dignified, successful, and gentlemanly this man was certainly her type. She had the feeling that by tomorrow morning she would almost feel bad for taking his money, but take it she would. For her part, she would ensure that it was money well-spent. Hand-in-hand, the pair left the apartment, Francesca seemingly reluctant to let go.
Thread: Femme fatale[RocLobster & Somikat]

It's fine, Francesca assured him with a warm pat on the hand, and a gentle laugh at his distaste for the apparent blandness of his co-workers. I know what it is like to have a past, and have nothing left of it but memories. If we were driving through Milan I would be the one telling you stories. Besides, it is nice to get to know youI think we will know a lot more about each other by the end of tonight. She smiled warmly at him again, and the way she looked up at him from beneath her long lashes made it difficult to tell if she was leaving something unsaidif strongly hinted atregarding their endeavours later on, or if the titillating exchange was merely a product of the woman's sultry sensuality. She did enjoy listening to him speak though he spoke so well, and while she did not mind silence, it was nice to know that Richard was talkative. Conversation would stave off any boredom which might have crept in with a more reticent man, or indeed with one as talkative, but who lacked the self-awareness to ensure that he didn't talk too much . I will make sure that you forget about work, she promised as they walked from the cab, the provocative smile which was quickly becoming her signature playing on her red lips once again. There was a warmth in her deep brown eyes though, and she was not shy about holding eye contact with her distinguished client. She found both his choice of restaurant and their seating arrangement to be to her likingthe small table was indeed intimate, and as much as that choice had been made to provide Richard with the experience of a romantic date, it was also an experience which she would enjoy. She enjoyed being treated welland treated to fine wining and dining tooand certainly that seemed to be the order of the night. Though this was the rarer side of her workand partly because it was just thatit was the side that brought her most pleasure, and cast a striking contrast to the high-class hooker many treated her as. Even if the majority of those clients still treated her with a degree of respect, it felt little in comparison to the sophistication of such a glamorous dinner date. Well, she began, as you know, I was born in Italyin Milanand I moved here three years ago. I wanted to be a model... Here she waved a hand in the air, indicating that all had not quite gone according to plan. I did get some work, but I mostly make my money in... well, these ways. It is really not so bad, though some people are better than others. She smiled again, and if Richard thought that she was displeased in any way with how her life had turned out to date, she was sure that her glance and her demeanour would show no dissatisfaction with the client across the table from her. As she went on, her accent lent the English language a more exotic flair than he was used to hearing day-to-day, particularly coming from the lips of such an elegant creature. I do hope to stop some day, but first I need to save more money... or to meet a nice, rich man, she joked, the corners of her mouth curling sweetly to dimple her cheeks.
Thread: Femme fatale[RocLobster & Somikat]

I'm sure a lovely creature like yourself will be able to find that special someone. So don't you ever despair, Francesca. Mr. Right could be just around the corner. Richard replied with a conspiratorial wink, sharing another bout of laughter with the exotic girl and reaching across the table to take her slender hand into his. His fingers wrapped around hers delicately while his thumb rested against the back of her hand, gently stroking her smooth tanned skin while a small sigh escaped his lips. I scarcely have the time of late to run my own search for Mrs. Right. As evidenced this evening, my work hours are unpredictable. So it's dreadfully difficult for me to make social arrangements outside of work. A moment later their water returned, brandishing two leather clad menus for the pair to scrutinize over. It's contents filled in elegant penmanship with expensive dishes from the world over. The cuisine venturing from the western reaches of Europe to the island countries of south east Asia. Quite the international spread was on offer and not a single dish seemed to cost any less than a double digit number. It was truly a place where the rich and famous came to dine. Were you to glance around the room, chances are that one could easily catch sight of a celebrity or CEO eating with their own company. While Richard may have become accustomed to such surroundings, he wondered privately whether Francesca's sultry demeanour would dissolve at any time. Suddenly blown away by the sight of a familiar face from the silver screen. I'll have the sliced grilled lamb with the fig and stilton salad I think. What do you prefer Francesca? Red, white, rose perhaps? He smiled warmly to her as she completed their order, the young blond waiter carefully recovering the menu's before rushing off to have their meals prepared. Richards right hand crept to his neck to adjust his collar, fiddling with one of the unfastened buttons as his eyes fell on the beautiful brown hues that made her face so agreeable. He could get lost in those wonderful earthen pools, and already after just a few moments he could feel himself drifting. Sorry... I'm staring. Came his apology, tinted with a slight blush on his cheeks. So you're a native of Milan? I hear that it's a beautiful city. Do you miss your home often?
Thread: Femme fatale[RocLobster & Somikat]

Francesca's red lips requested a red wine not only was it her preference, but it would go well with her order of duckCantonese stylewith pak choi, asparagus and rice. The tenderness of duck flesh was something she could rarely turn down, though she had deliberated over various seafood dishes for a minute or two before the imminent presence of red wine swayed her in favour of the duck. With the waiter departed and Richard losing himself in her eyes, the Italian woman let a coy smile gently stretch her lips, and she leant over the table, one hand delicately tucking her hair behind her ear. I'll take it as a compliment, she smirked, letting her left hand rest comfortingly on his right. Milan is beautiful, though. The people, the fashion, the buildings... maybe not so much outside the citymore specifically, the word outskirts escaped herbut then you reach the countryside, and it is very nice, too. We have many lakes in Italy, and mountains. Do you like the countryside? When next the conversation allowed her too, Francesca dutifully and attentively returned to the question she had left unanswered, and there was no sign of a lull in their exchange. I do miss Milan sometimes... at Christmas especially, but America is nice. I can find Italian thingslike panettone, she interjected on herself, with a look that indicated she held quite a liking for the sweet cake Italians so often eat around Christmas, but then I miss my family. I think you have heard that Italians love their family? This is not always true, haha. But at Christmas... maybe I do. In truth, relations with her family had been strained for quite some time, and Francesca's father had still not fully come to terms with the fact that his little Marco had become a daughter and not a son. Though he had neverand would neverprofessed this to anyone, it was made all the more difficult by the fact that Marco had become a beautiful woman, and one who his brain lacked memories of raising as a daughter. At times he found it difficult not to be aroused by the sight of her, and that more than anything disgusted him. The wine arrived shortly, and it was to Francesca that the waiter offered a sample. By glance she sought Richard's consenta courteous gesture more than anythingand then her lips were upon the rim of the glass, and she was imbibing the dark fluid with a measured grace which befit her whole personage . It's delicious. Thank you, she nodded to the waiter, whoafter returning the nodpoured them each a glass before departing. Francesca took hers delicately by the stem and swirled the wine for a moment before raising eyes to Richard, raising her glass to his, a smile on her lips once more. To good company?
Thread: Well-Written, Hardcore, Smut {fxm; fxf; fxfuta}

tweaked with a few new plots sitting at ten, I believe and a few new girls
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could still use a few more skilled partners
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yes, I am still looking for RPing partners. I'm willing to entertain ideas that are similar to what I have in mind, and there's always potential
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added a new plot and tweaked the girls
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still several plots and several girls that I would love to play with or as
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while I have several excellent RPs going at the moment, I could certainly use a few more good ones
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could always use more intriguing partners in lust
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would love to play the domineering man to any of the above girls
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still would love some interested ladies remember you don't have to play the girls as I've described them, or even play the ones listed here if you've other ideas
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a Merry Christmas bump
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would love to play with a few willing females
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I am running out of interesting things to say for bump fun time
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nobody reads these anyway, right? watermelon
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mastiff
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just wanted to remind people that I'm willing to work with plots that are similar to the ones I have here, or that we can work to combine ideas
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first bump of 2012
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manatee
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come, let us delve into the erotic together
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tweaked with some alternate potentials
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would still love a few more eager partners
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to think of the erotic things we could do
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would love a few more females to play with
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dark sensuality awaits
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never know till you try
Thread: Why daddy? [Flux & DaddysLittleSkank]

Derrick was the father of a teen daughter. As profession, he was a teacher but since he had a daughter, he devoted himself to teaching her at home. His wife, Ella, worked as CEO of a company so she wasn't that much around Derrick and their daughter. The 35-year old man looked quite good for his age, with brown short hair and his icy blue eyes. His body wasn't muscular nor was there any fat, it was just flat. Having the problem that Ella worked that much, he had quite a boring sex life as they only did it once or twice every month, the other days she was to tired or just not at home but in another state or country. It was a nice Friday morning as Derrick stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He took four eggs out of the fridge and some bacon. Turning the fire on, he placed a steel pan on it, breaking the eggs. He was making scrambled eggs for himself and his daughter, which he was going to call when it was ready. When the eggs were ready, he did those on a plate and prepared the bacon. While the bacon was on the fire, he took two glasses and a pack of Orange Juice, filling the two glasses and placing those on the table. Their kitchen wasn't that big but there was room to cook and to eat, which was just enough. Now the bacon was finished, he laid those on the plates as well and placed them on the table. He ran towards the room of his daughter and knocked while he was standing in his PJ's. Wake up, breakfast's ready.