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Thread: Sissy Princess Among Thieves [dani_honey & Reydan]

'So you like a pleasing Orcs do you little girly girl?' the Succubus's voice floated back over her shoulder, the suggestive tone making the question sound smutty and perverse. As the demonic beauty turned, she cocked her head slightly as she enjoyed the sight of Sam tottering up the dusty stairs in his small heels. The boy was clearly not used to walking around in such feminine footwear but, by the dark gods, his body was built for it she thought. His hips swayed deliciously and the cute little expression of concentration on his young face convinced the demon that her decision was the right one. The decision, of course, to work her demonic influence on the boy and corrupt him into a sissy-boy who craved carnal pleasure above all. She smiled as he reached the top, and led him into a bedroom. Despite the must of abandoned space, the room was plush and luxurious, with a big four poster bed with deep red hangings surrounding it. A picture of a winking black girl, whose upper arms were pushing her breasts towards the viewer, hung on the nearby wall. Reaching behind it, the Succubus deftly unhooked a small pouch that jingled as she tossed it over to the young boy. 'Fancy seeing something interesting?' she purred seductively, and not waiting for a reply took him by the hand and led him over to a large mirror that hung on the far wall. It had a dark, curling, frame that had been carved to resemble some sort of creeping plant. Its surface was tarnished, streaked with dust and dirt, but there was something faintly special about the antique. The Succubus ran a finger down it and, suddenly, the surface rippled like dark water. 'Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a girl?' she whispered, looking at him intently. 'Maybe what it would be like to be those girls from the pictures downstairs that looked like you?' As she spoke a mirror image of the room swam into focus. Except it wasn't an exact copy. The room in the mirror was cleaner, more lived-in, and there was a tall middle-aged woman standing talking to thin air. Or, rather, she seemed frozen in the act of talking as if to someone who wasn't there about Sam's height. 'This mirror will let you know what that would be like' she said, her tail snaking up his back again suggestively. 'You just have to step on through...'
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Thread: Come play with me...

Let me expand on the second idea a little bit! My character will be a young freshman, whose smile could light up and room and can get along with anyone! She is a bit of a flirt but she is a virgin that every guy in the school just love to be the one to change that. Secretly, she is really insecure about herself and it could be used against her by the wrong kind of guy though her type is usually the jock type! My idea character to play with would be one of two... someone who becomes her high school sweetheart! Now lets be honest, high school sweetheart can mean a lot of things! Sometimes the guy can be really sweet and romantic but then again, some guys can be real assholes that are jealous of everything and everybody! What kind of guy are you going to be? But then again, there is always my brother! He can have any girl he wants, but secretly he wants me because I am the one he cannot have! He loves to sabotage every relationship I have as he tries to figure out a way to take my v card for himself! Naughty naughty brother! He is extremely protective, which is reality is jealousy!
Thread: (MxM) SEEKING DOMS - Craving something very dark and twisted

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Thread: (MxM) SEEKING DOMS - Craving something very dark and twisted

good luck in your search!
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inny said good luck in your search! Click to expand... Ah, thank you so much!! It's very much appreciated! 3
Thread: (MxM) SEEKING DOMS - Craving something very dark and twisted

I have this major need to play an arrogant, pridefulass tsundere who gets knocked down a few pegs ... xD
Thread: (MxM) SEEKING DOMS - Craving something very dark and twisted

are you at all able to play a dom role? If not I hope you can find someone to play a dom for you 3
Thread: (MxM) SEEKING DOMS - Craving something very dark and twisted

katisacat said are you at all able to play a dom role? If not I hope you can find someone to play a dom for you 3 Click to expand... Ahh, I have such a bad habit of checking threads... sorry for the the lateness! I do play doms at times but I'm playing a few now and it's killing me, hahaha... so I don't think I'll be able to accept anymore dom roles... v I'm sorry, but thanks so much! And good luck on your own search!!
Thread: (MxM) SEEKING DOMS - Craving something very dark and twisted

poorservant said katisacat said are you at all able to play a dom role? If not I hope you can find someone to play a dom for you 3 Click to expand... Ahh, I have such a bad habit of checking threads... sorry for the the lateness! I do play doms at times but I'm playing a few now and it's killing me, hahaha... so I don't think I'll be able to accept anymore dom roles... v I'm sorry, but thanks so much! And good luck on your own search!! Click to expand... Alright, that's a shame but good luck to you as well, hope you find some fun rps to do! 3
Thread: War Bride

Cara Nuallain sighs heavily as she lifts the heavy basket of laundry. Her black dress sticks to her as she carries it up the stairs. This house is too large. Ach, it's nearly a castle! 7 bedrooms, informal and formal dinning rooms...She shakes her head. Her home is two rooms. The living room with the stove and the bedroom she shares with her sister and parents. She sighs as she sits the basket down in the master bedroom. The bloody Germans demand only the best and this one makes her change his bed daily. She doesn't even own sheets! Cara sighs again, resting her hand on her aching back before she begins to strip the large feather bed. She's grumbling to herself, trying to pretend the sounds aren't coming from her empty stomach as she works. It doesn't take her long before she's remade his bed perfectly and is carrying the dirty linens down. Luckily, thankfully, she's not the one who has to wash them. No, today is Saturday. Today she polishes the silver so it's shinning for Sunday dinner. Cara presses a hand against her aching belly as she sets the silver set out. quiet. 5 more hours and I'll be home. To do a through and good job polishing the silver, Cara is allowed to sit. She settles at a unused corner table in the kitchen and begins to work the silver. Even one fork would feed her family for a week. No, Cara quickly pushes those thoughts away. She knows what they do to thieves. She shudders and pushes her hair back before replacing the silver carefully. Next on her list is dusting. Cara hates this job. It puts her in close proximity to him. He's the Governor of this little province and he always gets his way. His way often includes women. They used to have some independence here but after the bread riots....Well, the Germans took notice and realized how valuable their ironworks was. Of course, the factory is closed, but their working on reopening it. Just another thing the Germans will take. It's been 6 months now and this German already has a reputation for cruelty. Any resistance, any word against the Fuhrer is punished terribly. Perhaps someday things will get better. Things are already better from last winter. The price of coal and wood is down, winter won't be as cold. Meat's almost affordable again... Her thoughts are broken as a stern word sends her scurrying to the study. He's working there but this is the last room to dust before she goes home. Cara ducks her head as she enters and moves to the far end of the room to focus on the books. Perhaps if she ignores him, he'll ignore her. He hasn't seemed to have noticed her yet, and she's been working here a week. She glances briefly at him, a terrified look before she turns back to the shelf. He seems busy, to be ignoring her. Thank god! She might actually be safe! img
Thread: *insert ideal lyric to describe me here*

Hi, bros So decided to make a journal. I suppose it'll hold my characters, tracker, as well as random chiz from me. Feel free to comment and such 3 General F-List That F-List lists everything any of my characters will participate in. I'll have multiple characters just 2, but I'm fairly certain that that's not worth having multiple accounts. I'll just use different picturestables in my posts, most likely.
Thread: *insert ideal lyric to describe me here*

Info Shayna is a smut character with the potential for actual RP. She is literally just for ERPs -- until I say otherwise. I gave her a bit of a personality, but quite honestly, she's not for planning RPs. I only thought to create her because I prefer to have separate characters for smut. Name Shayna Copell Age 23 Gender Female Orientation Bisexual Species Human Height 5'8 Weight 126lbs Hair Varies Eyes Brown Personality Shayna is -- happy. She's a happy, amiable woman who embraces who she is -- sexuality and all. A girl of few reservations, she has an adventurous spirit. She can be boisterous, bubbling, and all around accepting, and she rarely meets a stranger. She's never shy about her wants and needs, never hesitant to make her demands known or to meet the demands of her partners. Body Shayna's body is typically ideal. She has an even hourglass figure where her shoulders and hips are perfectly in line with one another. Her breasts are on the large side of small, a good handful, and her waist tapers down before blooming out into even hips. Her rear is pert and tops round thighs hidden in smooth skin, the introduction to legs that seem to travel for days if she wears the right outfit. Everything about this girl is seemingly dainty -- all except for her personality. Position Switch preferably sub. Info Althea is an actual RP character. Perhaps I'll have more in the future, but for right now, I just have her. She's open for long-term RPs and relationships. Name Althea Jarsdel Pronunciation All-thee-ah Jars-dell Gender Female Race Human Age 24 Orientation Bisexual Height 5'6 Weight 123lbs Eye color Brown Personality Althea is a force -- less so a person. She pushes for what she wants and damn well expects to have it. She doesn't sugarcoat, she doesn't glorify, and she doesn't hide. She will tell you like it is, lay it bare before you, and then dare you to make a choice. She's a fiery personality, and she expects for you to be as straight with her as she is with you. But even for her -- some things are best in the past, where hidden things stay dead. This girl has a bit of baggage of her own, and no matter how much you try, you just might not be able to get close enough to find out what weighs her down. She easily loses herself in ecstasy, and while she's had many lovers, none have stuck quite yet. Althea is a bandaged wound, hidden beneath what keeps oxygen from healing the infection that runs soul-deep. And what she needs -- well. She doesn't even know what she needs. Or who , for that matter. Body Althea's body is just shy of average height, but still fairly petite, all things considered. She doesn't have many curves -- but she knows how to use her body, and nothing can beat a woman comfortable in the skin she wears. Her narrow shoulders lead to thin arms and small wrists. Thea isn't a straight as a plank her thin waist sweeps down into hips that grant her a shape similar to that of a pear. Her thighs are thin but fleshy for their girth. Position Dom with women sub with men
Thread: *insert ideal lyric to describe me here*

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Thread: Reality warp (Looking for someone into almost anything and everything)

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Thread: Reality is my toy (Splenif x _crevan_)

Samantha stopped right in front of Vic. She looked down at the boy, slightly befuddled by his exclamation. She then leaned back, cocked her head and prepared to release one of her high-pitched, mocking laughs. But as she let it go, a loud moan was all that came out. Samantha's eyes grew large. Partly due to her bewilderment, partly because of embarrassment. The incident didn't get to sink in before the girl felt arousal wash over her. Her body grew hot, her heart started pounding faster, her breathing grew heavy. Small groans left Sam's body despite her struggle to keep them in. Her entire body began shaking ever so slightly, and she looked at Vic, this time more in fear than in contempt. Wh-what's... Hah-happen-ning? She asked. She could barely utter the words as another moan was trying to get out. Before Vic even had a chance of answering, Sam curled forward and hit her knees together. Her pussy-lips were swelling quickly with lust, and her juices were beginning to make their way down her inner thighs. Sam took a tiny step forward to get past Vic and get to the bathroom just behind him, but as she lifted her foot, her legs gave in, and she fell to her knees right there in the middle of the aisle. Quite a few people had gathered now to see the spectacular display. Sam looked up to see phones and cameras pointed at her, and felt more ashamed than ever before, but as she tried to shout at them another long moan was all she could utter. She was lying on her knees, trembling, drops of sweat forming on her face. As if by a magic spell, the girl on the hallway floor shifted. Her struggling seemed to stop and she rolled on her back, revealing a large wet spot on the front of her black skirt. Sam's mind had lost the ability to fight the building pleasure, and her body was acting on its own now. Her hips moved back and forth, and her mouth opened to free the many sounds of pleasure, she had been holding back. Her lust-swollen pussy was aching from the pressure. Her fingers clawed at the floor beneath her while her shaking grew increasingly rapid. With a powerful jerk, Sam arched her back, forcing her hips high into the air. The enormous thrust threw her skirt to her belly, revealing her bright red, panties. They were soaked in her lusty secretions, and her thighs were covered in the clear fluid, too. Her eyes rolled back and a she let out a loud cry of pleasure. She could feel every muscle in her body tensing, her heart beating at a tremendous pace, and then... She climaxed. With a force, she had never felt before, her belly, thighs and butt tightened and a jet of clear pussy juice was pushed into her pants, spilling to all sides. Her pussy repeatedly cramped, forcing out a little more fluid every time until Sam was completely drained. Weak from the experience, she fell back on the floor, where she lay shaking, gasping, moaning in a pool of her own juices. She turned her eyes upwards to look at Vic. Hahhh... Was all she could say in an attempt to scold him.
Thread: Reality is my toy (Splenif x _crevan_)

Vic watched Samantha's reaction in amazement, every sound she made, every twitch of her body. He saw the look of shame on her face....he felt a sense of satisfaction from that in particular...it was the first time he'd ever seen her ashamed of herself rather than laughing cruelly at him. When she dropped to the floor he grinned, licking his lips as she rolled over onto her back, spotting the growing wetness even on her skirt. This was going better than he ever could've expected, ever could've imagined...he was glad he had let this play out naturally rather than directing it too closely. Finally the moment of truth came though, Sam's body arching, her skirt flipping up, Vic making sure to get a very good look at her panties as he watched her finally cum, fluids squirting and pouring out from the sides of the now soaked fabric, watching as she twitched over and over again before finally falling back to the floor. She seemed to be trying to say something...she was confused...everyone around them was, all of them watching, several of them taking pictures, some recording video, not that Vic cared, what people did was no longer important to him after all, not unless he wanted something from them. You look like you enjoyed that Vic moved himself along beside her, looking down at her face now. He made no attempt to hide the satisfied smirk on his own face, making it rather clear that somehow he had been responsible for what had just happened to her. He wanted her to know, what was the point otherwise after all? She needed to know that it was him manipulating her body like this, that the person she had made a victim all these years was now turning the tables on her in ways she could do nothing about. But y'know.....I don't think that's quite enough. I've heard you, always calling boys perverts who think with their dicks....well, why don't you get to find out why? Vic chuckled as the idea entered his head. Rather boldly he reached his hand down under her skirt, gently patting her soaked panties. I think....12 inches should be enough for everyone to see, don't you think? And when it's ready...hm....how about a gallon or two...? Vic licked his lips, touching her pussy one final time with his fingertip. As soon as he did, he triggered it, the growth of her new cock, the slow growth of her 12 inch erection beneath her panties....oh he couldn't wait to see how much the fabric could take.....and when it was ready...Samantha had a nice two gallons of cum just waiting to escape....and a large crowd of students watching it all.
Thread: Reality is my toy (Splenif x _crevan_)

Samantha was about to get up and punch Vic the moment she saw him, but she then remembered that it had all been a dream. She could, however, still not understand why he had come to visit her. He was one of her victims, they were nowhere near being friends, so seeing him in her own house was very confusing. When her mother started touching Vic all over, Samantha stiffened. It wasn't unheard of that older women liked young boys, but she was married, and the boy was tiny Vic. Samantha was so shocked that she couldn't produce a single sound until her mother had left and Vic was standing in her room with the door closed behind him. Samantha tried to convince herself that this was still just a dream, but everything seemed so real. Just like the previous dream. Samantha sat up in her bed with the thin bed sheet around her. She always slept in an oversized T-shirt and her pants. The oversized T-shirt had a tendency of falling off one shoulder and sometimes revealed one of her B-cup breasts entirely a view, she was not intent on showing Vic. She stood up with the bed sheet still wrapped around her body and fastened it by rolling the upper rim as you would to keep a towel in place around your hips. Good morning. Samantha said, making no effort to sound friendly or awake. She had had a bad dream and now Vic and her mother were having an affair. She was very dissatisfied with this morning. She walked to her left, kicking away a few magazines in her way, opened a tall closet and pulled out a new dark red skirt, which she put on while wearing the bed sheet. She could have asked Vic to turn around, but she was not keen on talking to him, and certainly not requesting anything from him. Next, she opened a drawer to pick a bra. She would have loved to put on a boring, brown and very much concealing bra, to not give Vic any ideas, but she possessed nothing but lace and push-up bras. She put her least revealing, strap-less push-up bra around her body under the sheet and moved it in place. Putting on her white shirt was a bit more tricky. She took her arms out the T-shirt sleeves and put her arms in the shirt sleeves. She then buttoned the top three buttons and dropped the bed sheet. She pulled the T-shirt down over her hips and onto the floor and then buttoned the remaining buttons. There, Samantha thought to herself, dressed and he didn't get a glimpse of anything . She turned around and walked towards Vic. She was mad at him and at her mother, and as soon as she got to Vic, she slapped him across the face. Hitting Vic and seeing the surprised look on his face calmed her down. So, Vickie, she sighed to calm herself further, you'd better answer me quickly, 'cause I'm in no mood for games. She crossed her arms. What are you doing here, and how long have you been sleeping with my mother?