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Thread: Secret Identities Can Lead to Problems

The real reason that he didn't get dressed while she was naked was simply male pride, he didn't want to look nervous in front of her, and slipping into clothing while she so confidently strutted around naked would very much, at least in Gerald's eyes, make it seem like he was baking down. He can't take his eyes off of her, now matter how or where she moves. Each movement brings his eyes to a different part of her body. When she drinks his eyes go to her pale white throat as the sinful liquid goes down her throat. When she reaches for the bottle, his eyes go to her long arms, lithe and limber muscles stretching out. When she sits still, his eyes are drawn to her breasts, the nipples erect from the cold, the massive fleshly globes bouncing and jiggling with each movement. And when she talks to him, his eyes go to her golden, golden eyes. Those eyes seem to shift between playful decadence and sinful dominance. One shade proclaiming enjoyment at the teasing and the flirting, and the other promising things he can't even imagine with him at her feet. Those eyes are so much more alive then anything he has ever seen before, and they make him swallow his anxiety and put on that boyish, charming grin as he engages her in conversation. So, I'm your Innocent and your my Mistress eh? Makes me wonder exactly what kind of relationship you have in mind here. He lets out a slight chuckle, though he is only half joking. He moves on to deal with her questions, answering one by one. Well, I have a flat on campus, your hallway could comfortably fit the whole thing in here so its not much to brag about. His own super hero equipment all came from his mystic belt coupled with his skills as a street fighter, so he did not need a lair to hide his things in. As for hobbies, well I jog and do some lifting, but mostly I practice at a dojo in town. You have to be careful when looking for a place to practice, there is no law saying who can and can not open up a studio so you get a lot of fakes trying to swindle people out of their money. This guy though, he is a real pro, must be in his late 80s. I think he said he came to the states after the Korea War, didn't want to stay under the communists. All this was true, though what he doesn't mention is that the man is the now retired costumed crime fighter the Silent Dragon, who in his old age was now content to pass on what he has learned to others. And you, Miss Seduction? What interests hold your eye?
Thread: Secret Identities Can Lead to Problems

Seductions eyes twinkled. Youat the moment. She said with a sly grin on her face. Johnny Walker was working his magic, that poison had an effect on her that would make her snake tongue tell the truth in a heartbeat. Johnnys poison coils were wrapped around her tightly and he was not about to let go. She eyed him lustfully, taking in everything he said into account she liked how his lips moved when he talked. She liked the way his lips hugged the glass, she marveled at the liquid fire, she envied it at the same time. It got to taste what she could not. It got to move on his lips and cascade down his throat like she wanted her tongue to do. Those hands those strong hands she wanted wrapped around her, holding her tight, caressing every inch of her body. Look at you Innocent, is it that hard to maintain such a goody goody persona? Tell meInnocent, have you ever spent a night in paradise? Ever frolic in the wonders of passion? Mmm ever tasted from the cup of ecstasy? Would you like to? Would you like to know what it feels like to be bad? Let me tell you it feels so, so good. Its like a high youve never felt before. Its like water in the desert, heat in the arctic. Let me be your addiction
Thread: Secret Identities Can Lead to Problems

Gerald's smile remains, one that is indeed good. One that looks at her with honest, unhidden lust, but that also broadcasts something more then that. His smile says that he wasn't out to cheat her, or have a one night stand and then leave. Oh, he wanted to fuck her, what man could look at her form and hear her voice and not have that desire? But there was more to it then that, something truly good as opposed to evil or wicked or self serving. Along with the smile, however, is a blush as red as a rose, one that shows that under his bravado and boyish charms there is something that is indeed intimidated and enticed by the seductress before him. ...No, its not hard for me to be a goody good. It -is- hard for me to stand here, trying to flirt with you and play this game of cat and mouse. I really am a more straight forward kind of a guy, cards laid out on the table. He seems to gain some more confidence as he speaks, perhaps it was that he was just admitting what he wanted, or perhaps it was the near mystical powers of Johny Walker imbuing him with courage. He stands up and walks closer to her, the blush still on his face but his pace steady and unwavering. ...If you want to show me whats its like to be bad, Miss Seduction, I invite you to hit me with your best shot. He is standing an inch from her, his breath hot, as he waits for her to make her move. He stands there like a warrior sacrifice to the dark goddess, his fate in her hands.
Thread: Secret Identities Can Lead to Problems

Smiling, she looks down there was that fire in her eyes again. She touches his naked body, her hands run up and down his chest. He is physically fit, she looks him over once more he is like an Adonis carved from the purest marble come to life and is now waiting for her to make her move. Her eyes are fixed on him, all of him and every inch she wants to please. She takes in his musk, his scent, something about it so primal yet so, supernatural. Her tongue is out now, panting like a bitch in heat. She wants it, she needs, it she desires it more than her beloved Johnny Walker, thats right, no flavor can come close to what she wants to taste right now. You are your trying to seduce a Snake dear? She says walking a circle around him. Are you trying to tempt a Temptress? Lure a Luster? She touches his back pleased its just as wondrous as his front. She then scratches his back playfully, enough to show him that she likes pain both ways. She then smacks his ass hard, once this was done she moved the glasses off of the kitchen counter and sat on it wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. That fire in her eyes burning brightly her eyes a bright yellow, no this was not Seduction talking this indeed was Temptress. She knew what she wanted and she wanted it rough. Pulling him to her she said daringly, You said hit you with my best shot? Then you fire away!
Thread: Secret Identities Can Lead to Problems

The way she circled around him, The feel of her nails digging into his back, the sound of the smack ringing in his ears as a red hand print appears on his ass. He knew then that his blunt approach had made him pass the point of know return, her legs and arms ensnare his body like powerful serpents, bringing the two of them so very, very close to each other. Her voluptuous breasts press into his chiseled, being squished flat as his eyes meet hers once more, seeing they had taken on that darker tone once more. He knew that dealing with those eyes was dangerous, and he didn't know how enticing them was going to turn out. Maybe it would be a night of passionate love making. Maybe it would end with him in chains at her feet. Perhaps something even more unpredictable would happen. At that moment, Gerald did not care. She was here, and she wanted him, and the fact that such a women wanted him made his heart beat all the faster. He takes his strong,powerful arms and wraps them around her waist, pulling her tight against his body as he puts his lips to hers. He tries to take the initiative, his tongue running over his lips as he gentle lays her down on the table, his strong fit body on top of her, pressing down into her. He moves with a kind of innocent, polite gentleness. Looking to make sure that she is being pleased and that he is not hurting her.
Thread: Secret Identities Can Lead to Problems

You are being gentle, loving, caressing. Winry likes that and that is all fine and good for her but not for me. No! I want you to handle me. That scratch on your back, it will get worst. Those handcuffs in the drawer to the left use them on me. I have not had a challenge yet, I have notuntil now. I want to see you at your worst, I want to see you naughty, dirty, nasty. She hissed at him. She kissed him, and drove her tongue into his mouth hungrily she ran her fingers through his hair and growled as she bit his lip. She was hungry and if he was looking he could see it. Youre not dealing with Winry dear, yes you are attracted to her I can tell, you want her I can easily see but I need to be satisfied first before you can have her. You need to treat me bad, real bad. Ive been naughty and I need you to spank me, and not that phony shit either. I want your worst. There is rope in the living room under the magazines- She stopped and dug in the top drawer of the kitchen and there was a spiked collar with gold spikes she tugged on it more and with it came a chained leash. This put this on meI think you know what to do when its on. She said with a lustful grin. Winry was the opposite of Temptress, where Winry liked cuddling and making love Temptress was naughty and wanted to be dominated, seeing as though it made sense because Winry herself was dominate.
Thread: Secret Identities Can Lead to Problems

Gerald pants, gasping for air after the hungry kiss she gave him. The young man was did -not- see this coming. The collar and leash was being offered to him by someone other then the woman who had been teasing and seducing him this whole night. Even had she not referred to Winry as if she had been a different person, her manner was completely different. While Winry seemed to be in complete control of her environment like a dark queen over looking her realm, this version seemed more wild, with no sense of control and only naked desire. To be put in charge of someone like that was not something Gerald had ever done before, was not something he had ever even considered before. More then that, though, he had questions that needed answering. He takes the collar from her hands and tosses it away, it clings on the ground still within sight of the couple as he speaks to her. You seem to be giving a lot of orders for someone who seems to be dominated, which is odd considering that Winry seems more like the type to be slipping collars on to other people then asking for them to be put on her. He firm puts a hand around her wrist, not squeezing hard enough to hurt but making it very clear just how strong he was and that he did not want her leaving. He pushes her back into the wall, his hard body pinning her and his still hard cock rubbing against her leg. Who are you, and where is Winry? Gerald was actually worried about the chance that someone was controlling her mind, as he had encountered at least one villain with that power.
Thread: Father forgive me for I have sinned (Torrisoul x Rave)

Melanie stepped into the church she and her family visited every Sunday feeling more than just a little nervous, first and foremost because today she wasn't wearing her Sunday best she was wearing her school clothes which consisted of a pair of skin tight jeans that rode low on her hips and showed off her heart shaped bottom. She also wore an equally tight black t-shirt that was v-cut to expose the cleavage of her 34C breasts and didn't quite cover her tanned belly. All of that was finished off with a pair of sneakers that cost more than her parents ever dared to toss into the collection plate. Second because she was here for confession, it was the first time she'd ever been. Her mother had noticed that she was spending a lot of time alone in her room away from her family, or not spending much time with her friends like she normally would be and said if something was weighing heavy on her mind maybe it was time for her seek forgiveness. By her mothers reaction alone it was apparent that she couldn't just talk to her mom or dad about the things she'd been feeling and thinking lately so instead of going straight home from school she'd come to the church. Once again leaving behind a irritated bunch of friends to go do something else. Melanie pushed one perfectly manicured hand through her strawberry blond hair and looked nervously towards the confession booth all of her nerves were obvious in her emerald eyes. She didn't see the priest anywhere which was good because confession was supposed to be anonymous. She hurried over to the booth and stepped inside, securing the door behind her and sitting on the small red padded bench and looking around, their was a cross on one wall and a intricate metal screen on the other. Melanie reached her fingers towards the screen, there was a door on the other side the priest could lift and lower - it was down at the moment and she was dreading the moment it would lift and the priest would speak to her. She didn't like the idea of confession she wanted to keep all of her secrets to herself especially since these secrets were very, very personal and very, very private.
Thread: Father forgive me for I have sinned (Torrisoul x Rave)

Christian, so appropriately named by his parents who came from a long line of pastors, was the brand new pastor for this new busy church. He never wished to become a pastor, knowing his interests and his lusts were far too great, far too sinful for a priest to appropriately have. Yet, he had no choice but to be where he was, and for years he practiced his craft, heeding people's dirty and filthy confessions every single day. This church couldn't be anything new, they were all the same. Thieves, whores, all of them could do was Christian wished he could do. He hated being restrained by his position, it was driving him insane. The first day at a new church is hectic, getting to know the staff and acquainted with all who go to the church is a chore enough let alone having to take confessions on the same day. It didn't help that he looked nothing like you would expect a priest to look like. He was in his late thirties, with dirty blonde hair and a handsome face. His figure was built and toned, looking more like an actor than a priest. With a sigh, he finally walked into the confession booth and shut the door behind him. Man after woman came, taking hours upon hours of horrid time until finally he seemed finished. Just then, someone walked in the door and slammed it behind them. Great. He mumbled to himself with a sigh, feeling the light hand on the other side play with the screen. Finally, he lifted his side upwards to only be separated from the girl across from him by a small screen, and his blue eyes set on her own quickly. She was beautiful, atleast from what he could see, and it took him a moment to say something. ...Confess your sins...my dear.
Thread: Father forgive me for I have sinned (Torrisoul x Rave)

Melanie jumped a little when the screen came up she quickly moved her hand from the screen to her lap looking away shyly, she knew it would be hard for him to make out who she was but still she couldn't help herself. She shifted nervously and bit her bottom lip waiting for him to say something... anything, when he did she was a little taken aback. She had listened to the priest recite his sermons every Sunday since forever and that was not the same voice, he sounded younger. Melanie hadn't known there was a new priest, her face flushed red and she hesitated. uhm... Bless me Father, for I have sinned... this is my first time to confession. she tried to remember what else her mother told her to say. These are my sins.... she twisted her fingers in her shirt before continuing on. I'm having extremely... lustful... thoughts and I can't seem to stop having them, they're just there all the time and I guess that's a sin. She rested her head against the back wall and continued I also have lustful feelings, between my legs like tingles - which I guess is a sin too. Melanie didn't understand why they were sins but if she couldn't talk to her mother about them then they must be a sin. I lied to my mom as well, I feel really cruddy about it but I couldn't help it. She not really the kind of mom a girl can talk to you know? Instead of talking to me about these things she told me to come here. Oh... and I cursed at my little brother she rolled her eyes at this. He was pulling my hair and kicking me so cursed and I feel pretty crappy about that too 'cause he's just a kid. She took a deep breath and thought about it a moment before finishing I think that's it... and I'm really sorry if I offended god with any of this stuff. it wasn't what her mother told her to say but she really didn't want to do any of that O god I'm sorry if I offended thee and offer thee my love crap... thinking that was crap was probably a sin too, but whatever she just wanted out of this thing.
Thread: Father forgive me for I have sinned (Torrisoul x Rave)

His eyes widened lightly as he listened to the young girl speak. Of all things he expected to hear, of all confession he thought he was going to get this was the last on his mind. He didn't know what to do or say, conflicted between his job and his feelings. Yet, this was his perfect chance to get rid of all the tedious priest work, what she felt and thought wasn't a sin...it was something to be explored, taken, ravaged even...yet that would be too sudden to say, too abrupt to let her know. My child... He whispered to her gently. God never frowned upon lustful thoughts when they carry meaning. You think them because it is in your nature to do so...those feelings are supposed to be there, the sin would be to neglect your own body's needs. If a body is hungry, would you not feed it? Not doing so is a sin... He smiled and leaned closer against the wall separating them, his hand reaching to press at the screen so if she extended her own their hands would touch. You are forgiven for swearing at your brother...but tell me more of these thoughts and feelings you have. Worry not, everything you say will be for my ears...and mine alone. His voice was not rugged like an old mans, but comforting and soothing. It almost enticed her to keep telling him what she felt, intrigued more than forgiving.
Thread: Father forgive me for I have sinned (Torrisoul x Rave)

Melanie finally looked towards the screen when she heard his voice say that her lustful thoughts and feelings were not sins. That couldn't be right, could it? Oh sure they taught sex education in school but her mother hadn't signed the permission form so she had to take an extra physical education class instead. Maybe she would understand this more if her mother had signed the stupid slip and let her take the class in school, but her mother said abstinence only without thought for the fact that the class might help her daughter in... other ways. It's just... you know at school, especially in P.E. there are all these guys sometimes they take their shirts off, you know when they get warm... and my mind... it just automatically thinks about what it would feel like to touch them, or kiss them, or see them without rest of their clothes... or heck sometimes even you know have sex with them. She placed her hand on the screen, across from the priests hand. And when I think about these things, I get... horny... and... I want to touch myself between my legs. And since I don't it just gets worse and worse, sometimes... I go in my room and I rub against my bedpost or pillows... is this normal? how is not sinning? she lowered her hand from the screen and frowned unable to believe she'd just said all of this to the priest she'd have to listen to every Sunday.
Thread: Father forgive me for I have sinned (Torrisoul x Rave)

Christian's grin windened as he heard more and more of her confessions. She was like a golden princess, given to him by god at the perfect time to have him release all his needs. He nodded and hummed, touching her hand softly when she palced it opposite the screen, and frowning when she took it away. He knew how delicate this was going to be, he just needed to say the exact right words so she would go with him. Oh my dear...as I said, those feelings are natural...but perhaps you do need training in how to control these feelings, in how and to whom you express them. Do not be ashamed, in fact, I encourage you to keep those feelings, on a certain condition. He paused a moment, before smiling. You refrain from touching yourself, or grinding against anything for tonight or tomorrow morning...until you come meet me at my own private study. Darling, I would love to help you one on one without this booth, for you are in dire need of that help. Remember though, this can only go through successfully if you hold back those urges as much as possible, so when you're here you're about to lose control of yourself. Do you understand, my child? He patted the screen, and drew a cross along it. May the father forgive your sins, everything you said and what we've agreed on is between you and I alone.
Thread: Father forgive me for I have sinned (Torrisoul x Rave)

Training? she turned back to the screen, but his face was still hidden to her. Melanie listened to him carefully if he could help her she would do whatever it took. She would have to get through tonight and tomorrow at school without attempting to relieve the pressure that seemed to always build between her legs in that secret spot that held all of the pleasure that was dying to be released from within her. I understand father. she said softly Thank you Father she pressed her hand against the screen one last time and then rose from the bench, she felt a little lighter knowing that what she felt and thought wasn't a sin. But she didn't know what she was going to tell her mother when she got home, she might end up having to go to confession again for lying to her mother... again. When she got home her mother had dinner on the table and everyone was eating, they hadn't waited for her which was just as well because she wasn't hungry. Melanie ignored her mothers call as she walked through the living room and climbed the stairs to her room, she shut herself inside and locked the door. Now was normally the time when she'd press herself up against the post at the foot of her bed and rub until the pressure between her legs felt a little better but the Father had told her not to rub. It was pure torture and as she lay on her bed doing her homework she found herself thinking about the training the priest had in mind for her. Melanie went to sleep thinking about it, woke up thinking about it and spent her day at school thinking about it. Her friends were getting fed up with her and Melly didn't have any answers for them, she couldn't tell them that she was turn into some sex crazed nymphomaniac who'd never even had sex!! So once again when all her friends were meeting up and hanging out she was walking from school to her church and just like the father had said she felt like she was ready to lose control of herself. She pushed open the doors to the church and came face to face with a custodian, she told him she had an appointment with the father and he pointed her in the direction of his office and she settled uncomfortably in the seat across from his desk to wait for him. He'd said something about his private study so she wondered if he would take her there.