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Thread: Wrong place at the wrong time...

Claire blushed scarlet at his comment. Guess he could feel the garters as his thigh pressed against hers. She smiled sad and wistful as she turned away from him. His tone had lightened making his voice so easy to listen to, and lost in. ...I lead a very quiet existance, but I enjoy dressing up for myself. mind. you, she paused turning to look at him again. Had I known I would have been more appropriately dressed. Claire turned back to the window, let him take that comment anyway he wished. She felt his finger slide along the line of her garter, causing her breath to catch as she turned back seeing the humour dancing in his eyes. Some how I imagine for all your carefull planning you weren't planning on being saddled with me. For as much as she didn't care for her own wellfare, she knew she'd landed herself in a situation where the odds were not in her favour. She unconciously licked her lower lip with her tongue before bitting just the corner of it with her teeth, her hands stiffly laid in her heart shapped lap.
Thread: Wrong place at the wrong time...

Well now, a quiet existence isn't something to be proud of. Boring really. A grin. You have to live... Trailing off at that as he looked forward staring out the window. When she spoke of being saddled with her, that broke his reverie and he turned back to face her, surprisingly enough his hand was resting on her thigh, near where her hands were entwined on her lap. You're right, I consider it a happy accident....because out of all the research never really figured to look at the bank teller, they're normally all the same so I never have to worry about it. A shrug of his shoulders, it was the truth. Most tried to say they didn't know, or the money was gone, or some other such nonsense which upset him and his men, and made it take longer than it had to. You're the first one to be so civil about this whole thing. Now to see how he could get her to react he caught her eyes with his own, locking them down. So, how'd you like to be part of the crew? Was he teasing? Partly, was there any truth to his comment....who was to say it was a very real possibility. Was it because he saw something in her, or perhaps just the sight of her stirred something inside him. He wasn't even sure himself. Can do a whole Bonnie and Clyde thing?
Thread: Wrong place at the wrong time...

Claire's breath caught in her throat. He thought she was just a teller. OH God she was in trouble. She hadn't been schdeuled today but Jason's wife had called in as their 2 yearold was sick, her choice meant their little girl was only missing her father and not a complete orphan. Claire looked down at his hand so close to hers. There was something nearly sweet about him now. Maybe he was just as alone as she. Claire made the choice,she had to believe he'd not kill her, but she braced herself internally for his anger. She slid her hand over his, her skin soft and smooth versus his calloused hand. This was a man who had done labour at some point. She tilted her head to look into his eyes, catching the briefest flash of something as her hands clasped his in her lap. I'm not a teller, a teller never would have known those codes or the secruity bypass..she trailed off watching his reaction. She offered a slight smile and damned fate in the same breath, had they met normally she would have melted under his scrutiny and been begging for his touch at the sound of his voice. Claire broke eye contact first, gazing back out the window a sole tear escaping down her cheek. She was so fucked.
Thread: Wrong place at the wrong time...

Hmm? Oh I know you're not a teller...you are absolutely correct there is no way you could have known those codes. Though if she wanted to confuse him she sure was doing a damn fine job. The grasping of his hand made him think he was getting somewhere though the way she turned her face away from him, and the glitter of sunlight off the tear track told him she was afraid that he would do something terrible. Sigh now what was he going to do. Turning to look out his own window, Since you didn't cause any problems and followed orders like a good little manager you have three choices. I could drop you off right here and now, could drop you off at your home, or you can come with us?
Thread: Wrong place at the wrong time...

Claire listened to her choices, and absently stroked at his hand, he had such intriguing powerful hands. The rational part of her said get out now, if he dropped her off right this second, she could make her way back to the city, back to her quiet life and forget about today, but by now the police would be scouring looking for her. To miraculously appear, she'd have to face some tough interrogation, but that would be the safe answer. The fact he even offered, meant he trusted her not to turn him in, and that realization meant option one was not an option. He didn't trust easily, she'd seen that, and while he'd not committed, she'd lay money on him being seriously betrayed by a woman before, she would not be the one to continue that cycle. Option two, set her heart pounding. For him to know where she lived, not that he couldn't find out anyway, but the intimacy of having him in her home...that was dangerous. She was already intrigued, something a man hadnt sparked in her for a while, however having him in her house, the essence of him reminding her every time she turned around, that just sparked a teenage fantasy of every potential knock on the door would be him, resurfacing. Not a safe option, Claire could imagine jumping out of her skin every time the door went either from fear or anticipation, nope definitely not safe. And three, now wasn't that interesting. It was the second time he'd mentioned going with them, maybe she wasn't the only one who had felt that bit of a spark. But logistically this would be a nightmare. She'd literally have to disappear, and while that was easy, parents gone, only child, no significant other, there would still be possessions to disperse and her house to sell. Not a safe option either, especially not for her heart. But it would make life exciting. Claire looked down at their hands, he hadn't pulled away, but she could sense his confusion. For all your careful planning, you would risk capture by taking me home? At this moment? That doesnt make any sense. My home is likely crawling with cops, and they are trying to figure out if I was part of an inside job or not. She paused, and brought his fingertips to her lips, to show her sincerity, But, thank you for offering, I know it took a lot to do so. Her eyes met his, and she smiled as she placed his hand back onto her thigh. I dont know if it is the best idea, but I think the smartest one for you right now is to take me with you, give you time to figure out how things are going to work.
Thread: Wrong place at the wrong time...

Likely, but the people at the bank wont be able to give a good description. Its a nominal risk at best. A shrug of his shoulders as they reached the drop off point, he gave a parting squeeze to her thight telling her to wait in the truck while he and his men got out, opening up the back they seperated their ill gotten gains. And his two cohorts got into their own cars and drove off, that left him and her alone with the suv, opening up her door he gave her that winning smile. Can either stay back here, or join me up front? Holding the door for her, he didn't know why he felt the need to tell her but he did anyways. We normally split after a job and disappear, a year tops until we need to meet again. No one tells anyone where they are goin on the off chance one of us gets pinched he really doesn't know where his buddies are. He had to laugh cause it was a good system. Leaving her door open he moved to slide into the driver seat. Still talking to her. Just so your well aware....you made your choice let's hope you don't have any second thoughts.
Thread: Wrong place at the wrong time...

That does make sense, Claire nodded as she moved out of the back seat. You must have been doing this for a while to have such a system. As she shut the back door, she took a moment to stretch, before smoothing her pencil skirt out over her full hips and straightening her blouse. She stepped into the front passenger seat and slid in as she closed the door, the upholstery grabbing her skirt pulling it up her thigh, revealing the top of her stocking, as she reached over for her seatbelt. Her heart was racing shed never done anything like this before, would she regret it...maybe...but for now, the risk of learning more about this man outweighed that thought. Buckled in she tugged at the wayward skirt, a touch of a deeper crimson flush reaching her cheeks, as she righted it. So, where to?
Thread: Wrong place at the wrong time...

Safe house. A nod of his head, there was a certain glint in his eye at the sight of the top of the stocking on that beautiful looking thigh. It lead his thoughts to what else might be under there of course he would be a gentleman right? We stay there for a couple days then I take off to my home. Turning to look at her after he got onto the highway. Ever been out of the country?
Thread: The Ending (Thoughts and Critiques)

That's the link to my story in the story sections. I was wondering what people think of it and what I should changedirection people might want the story to go in. I obviously have my own ideas, just want some feedback on it. Thanks!
Thread: The Ending (Thoughts and Critiques)

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Thread: The Ending (Thoughts and Critiques)

I haven't forgotten that I promised a review. Just haven't gotten around to it yet. Someone keeps distracting me with an RP....
Thread: The Ending (Thoughts and Critiques)

You win right off the bat with me. Your story, The Ending, is readable. What I mean is that if I was reading this in a book that I purchased or checked out, I wouldnt be thrown. Your dialogue is especially nice in the back and forth. You have a strong plot angle and I got it. Overall, this is a good read. I thought the first part of Chapter One, before Israfel physically enters the scene, where Vax was just waking up was stronger than the second half. It doesnt mean I didnt enjoy the second half of Chapter One, I just wasnt totally sold on the introduction of these two to each other, the way they interacted, but I still was drawn into enough to keep reading and wondering where this would go. As to where the story should go next, I dont know, but honestly, that is what kept me reading. The desire to know more. Is Israfel visible to everyone? Does everyone see her as an alien eyed creature? I would probably like to learn more about Vax and who he is.
Thread: M for F for Taboo Rp's over Instant Messengers

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Thread: M for F for Taboo Rp's over Instant Messengers

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Thread: Framed!? (Policewoman and Mister Mime)

It had been a week since Roger McMillan had been fired from his workplace. Framed, he is convinced and insists on making sure that everybody knows that he was. But no, nobody wants to believe a cop that frequently broke the rules to make sure he caught the bad guy. One slip up and he was gone they used to say, and he was. But he did know there was one person that would give him the benefit of the doubt, or even just hear him out and that was his old partner. He stood outside her house and leaned on the car that had helped them grab more than a few guys. Come on, you're never late.. His thick Brooklyn accent was heavy as he spoke. This was another reason he was such a good cop, he just knew where to go. That knowledge came to you when you'd been in a few gangs. Roger's grey eyes stared at the door of her house as he sat and waited for her to come out.
Thread: Framed!? (Policewoman and Mister Mime)

Work had been less-than-ideal for Miranda lately. Ever since her partner had been accused of stealing drugs, her life had been complicated, as she first had to deal with the lawyer that had been assigned to her partner, while the brass was telling her to not try and defend her partner, or she might end up going down with him. Then she was assigned a new partner, a rookie who didn't know a lightbar from a sidearm, who was basically a massive thorn in her side and impeded more than helping. At least he did the paperwork. When Miranda's car, a black Honda Civic coupe, pulled up to her house, she noticed a familiar car sitting there, and a familiar face leaning against it. With a sigh, the detective got out of her car, pausing to look the doors. Roger, what the hell are you doing here? She said as she approached him. Our- My supervisor will have a cow if he hears that we're talking. Miranda added. She was dressed for work, in black dress pants and a white blouse, with a Glock 19 in a paddle holster on her right hip.
Thread: Life after the Bomb (Sexy Action & LycanDesire)

James could remember a simpler time. There was a life he lived not too far from today that was much different. Taking subways seemed like a large inconvenience but now he wished for the sound of a train. It was quiet, save the random gunfire that erupted from a deathly silence. James got up early that day, which was becoming a new norm for him. The kid liked to sleep all throughout the morning and get up in the late afternoon, but there was a new paradigm in this world the early bird gets the worm. Not to mention that the boy with the modest physique was rather out of shape. He had his permit, and he was going to get his license last week. However, last week was when the bombs fell out of the sky. Life in his suburb went from life, love, and drama to a living hell. James had seen people executed for no reason. He had seen girls of all age being raped by drug-addled mercenaries and he was too afraid to help. James stood at the edge of what was once the curb of his house. I was too scared. He whispered to himself. James, the dark red-headed male with an almost Irish complexion sighed and shouldered his M1 Garund. The boy had been taught by his older sister how to shoot and he could snipe a Merc from yards away with damn near impeccable aim. In fact, James was ridding the world of them at this moment. He heard his sister coming up behind him, but he still closed his left eye and he aimed down the iron sight. The man raised a large monkey wrench over an old lady. It was clear he was threatening her to give up her pain medication. That's all those bastards wanted anyway. They wanted their next high. Suddenly, the gun kicked back and the mercenary dropped to the ground. A red mist coated the old lady and he looked back at his sister. I'm still not as good as you, sis. He sighed and looked at her gorgeous body. The poor boy had never even gotten to lose his virginity. He planned on taking a girl out for a ride in his car and getting his first pleasures in the backseat of his car on the first non-chaperoned date. Well, that never got to happen. So, now he was left sleeping in a small bed right next to his sister. The boy hadn't even taken care of any of his urges in weeks. He brushed himself against her body as he walked by. He let his shoulder rub over her bosom. He didn't know why he felt the urge to do it, but his much older sister surely recognized his signs. Did you cook beans for breakfast again? He looked back at her and sighed. I'm so fucking sick of them!
Thread: The Girl who Cried Wolf (for amaya)

The run rose over the hilltops that day, as beautiful as any other, sunlight spilling out over the forest and into the homes and farms of the village of South Haven. Numerous roosters called out to the sun, awaking those that had not already gotten out of bed to start the day. Of course many of the farmers and their families were already out of bed, hard at work to keep their farms going and their families fed. Living in a farming community like wasn't an easy life, but it was peaceful and very rewarding. South Haven was an ideal community for any man wanting to settle down and raise a family, nestled over the hill that kept it somewhat isolated from the rest of the kingdom and out of the way of its problems. Most of the people there were happy and content to work during the day and rest during the night, celebrating their peaceful lives. Of course, not everyone loved how peaceful and, in their minds, boring the town could get... Morning Samuel, a blacksmith called out to his friend as he pounded his latest work over his anvil. We wiped the sweat from his brow and gave the farmer a smile, how goes it? Samuel, farmer by trade, gave the man a nod. Good, save for my sheep as, well... Ah, the blacksmith nodded, you mean not all's well with your sheep herder. That daughter of yours... Ah... the farmer sighed at the thought. She's young, and her antics will soon bite back at her, you have my word. Then she'll come around and stop this foolishness... The two men where both referring to Samuele's daughter who was even now watching over the sheep at the top of the hill overlooking the village. It was quite a ways up and away, so the farmers needed someone young like that to watch over them. Of course, she proved to be a bit...unenthusiastic about just sitting there all day.
Thread: The Girl who Cried Wolf (for amaya)

Amaya grow up in the city,she was 15 and mostly had a naive and sometimes aggresive charcter.After her parents have decided to go and live with the grand-pa,in South Haven, as farmers. In the village where she went to stay there was nothing for her to do. Most of the day she was bathing and dressing herself admiring her body, she looked,pretty, thin athletic body, Dark Blue eyes, Black long hair,165cm 5' 4...52kg114.6 pounds and 32B size breast . After she lived in that village for some monthes she knew there was nothing to do.She ended up wearing sneakers ,jeans a black top and her black glasses.Finally her family put her up to watch over the sheep in the heist hill of the village as the village council told them.But she got so bored sitting there with nothing to do. So one day she tried something ...she cried that she saw a wolf.She cried again and again her cries were loud as if a boy was crying out.People got up to the hill to see what was happening. That caught her attention so the next day she tried the same think.
Thread: The Girl who Cried Wolf (for amaya)

Of course at her cry of danger the townspeople had come running, desperate to save her and the sheep. They all carried their pitchforks and and axes and when they got to the top of the hill and saw there was nothing, not even a single lamb out of place, they got a little annoyed. What is the meaning of this Amaya? We thought there was a wolf about! No one was finding the joke very funny and many had turned to leave. Little did they know of course, that a wolf was indeed prowling around these woods, watching for the chance to grab a little lamb. When she had cried out he had worried he was caught, but it seemed she was just playing a trick. How utterly delightful...
Thread: The Girl who Cried Wolf (for amaya)

Amaya liked all the noise that had happen.Finally something got up her attention. So every day before the sun rises she would cry loud, running to the hill. And every day people with axes and weapons would get there to see what was going on. She could not believe how naive those villages could be, but little did she know was waiting for her in the future.
Thread: The Girl who Cried Wolf (for amaya)

The wolf was smart and a quick study, watching and waiting as the girl sealed her fate. He took his time, listening in on the villagers as they complained about the girl. There was no one else able to watch over the sheep, but this girl was too much! Let her call out to the heavens, I will not follow her call again! Was the saying of the day. The wolf grinned to himself as he heard the villagers reach their boiling point, knowing that the time was ready to strike. The very next morning, as the girl called out again that a wolf was attacking, he approached the flock. Not a single man, woman, or child was paying her any mind as she cried out for they were tired of her games. Knowing that he was free to do as he pleased, the wolf circled the flock of lambs, making a big show of himself to keep them all in place. This should get the girl's attention. He was a large wolf, built like a man and standing on two legs but covered in black fur. He was almost seven feet tall with a broad, muscular chest and strong limbs. His fangs and claws were sharp, sharp enough to rip a man in half, and his eyes were yellow and piercing. He laughed as the sheep started to cower in fear, bunching up together. Of course, it was his little lamb that he was really interested in...
Thread: The Girl who Cried Wolf (for amaya)

Amaya was thinking why none didn't pay any attention to her cries any more while she noticing something strange. She got up slowly form where she was sitting and walked closer to the dark part of the hell that most of the sheep where eating. She saw the being in fear and she turned around to see what got them so scared. As she saw the man,who wasn't neither and man or a wolf. She couldn't believe what she saw. She took her glasses off and looked again, there was it still standing.She friezed in fear while she could neither go away or scream.
Thread: I was gone and now have returned...

Sometimes I really hate life... It was getting in the way of my fun... My sis needed me to help with her new home... It has been way too long...
Thread: Incest Threeway (Need Girls)

RE Incest Ageplay Threeway Need Girls Please go here . Especially take note of 4. Thank you.
Thread: Incest Threeway (Need Girls)

RE Incest Ageplay Threeway Need Girls I dont mind being a sister
Thread: Incest Threeway (Need Girls)

RE Incest Ageplay Threeway Need Girls I'd also like being a sister as well if you don't mind. Are they going to be identical twins or fraternal twins?
Thread: Incest Threeway (Need Girls)

RE Incest Ageplay Threeway Need Girls i dont mind being a sister
Thread: Incest Threeway (Need Girls)

RE Twincest Ageplay Threeway Need Girls Bump!
Thread: Incest Threeway (Need Girls)

RE Twincest Threeway Need Girls Bump!