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Thread: The Tale of Anansi(Anansi and I)

He sighed softly and looked to her, it was something about those pleading eyes that convinced him of the gambit he would take. Slowly he leaned slightly back, and began to sing, it was slow, single notes, building and building before a deep red light appeared in his chest. A small piece of the light slipped upward and into his throat, leaning in he pressed his lips to hers, and pressed the kiss hard to her lips, his own parted and the red light passed between them and onto her lips, forcing its way into her mouth. There, now you have a small piece of my immortal soul within your body, any time you wish to speak to me, you can, and I to you. He said to her, except, now his lips did not move. Aww no more messenger then or?
Thread: The Tale of Anansi(Anansi and I)

My messengers won't work. TT When he sang, she smiled. His voice was so comforting and sweet. She felt as if she could fall asleep. Then he kissed her, and she closed her eyes, her body easily accepting his essence, part of his soul. When he pulled back, she put her hands onto her chest, feeling it pulse inside of her. With every pulse, her body became more and more excited. She never felt this way before. Thank you...but why? Nyame asked, looking into his eyes.
Thread: The Tale of Anansi(Anansi and I)

I have to know when the mother of my children needs me don't I? I have had children before, but, not for many many years. I've never met the woman strong enough, all my others were partially mortal, and long gone. He said before he leaned over to her. In terms of mystical energies she was likely a match for him he knew, but physical strength was something he found waned with most of her kind. His hands went to grasp the back of her head and he pulled her into another kiss, this one was much more firm before he pressed back her chair, he could feel it, the part of his soul in her, and it already gave him access to manipulate some of her creations. Pressing her back the chair beneath her stretched and sank. Eventually it turned into a large divan which he pressed her back onto with a gentle but undeniable strength, his hand waved across his body and soon he was naked. His member jutted up before him like a colossus rising from a bare plain. He never knew why he had no hair on his torso or lower body and he always briefly pondered on it when he was naked but he had other things to focus on.
Thread: The Tale of Anansi(Anansi and I)

When he kissed her, she could feel her heart beginning to race. She hadn't known it, but she wanted this from him from the very beginning. When his tongue passed her lips, her tongue greeted it with excitement. Feeling him push her back, she surrendered to him. She was too distracted to notice what was beneath her body, as she was too busy looking at his naked body. She had seen naked men before, though he was different. His body was something that she had a natural attraction to, in with half a second, she had his appearance burned into her mind. I am honored.. She said quietly, as her clothes faded so that her naked body was visible to him now. Her nipples were fully erect and excited, just like her virgin pussy that only consist of a few short strands of soft and semi transparent hair.
Thread: The Tale of Anansi(Anansi and I)

He looked over her body, and his member swelled to fullness, then it began to throb but as it did so it grew. He closed his eyes for a bit and it began to shrank. He wanted this to be something tender and delicate. His lips ran along down from her's pressing to her lower lip and then along to her throat. He planted soft kisses along her tensing and relaxing flesh planting slow sensuous kisses between her breaths as his fingers reached down to stroke along her thighs. He parted them slowly and pulled her legs forward so she lay back on the divan his lips now gliding over her collarbone. His hands stroked up along her backside gripping it firmly as he pulled her closet to his body his muscular stomach pressing to hers as his lips slid along the slight protrusion of her collarbone. Eventually slipping down he took one of her nipples into his mouth rolling it about softly on his tongue.
Thread: The Tale of Anansi(Anansi and I)

She was beginning to realize where all of her sensitive areas were. Her collarbone for one, when she felt his lips pass over it she shuddered and nearly pushed him away. It almost felt to good for her, it was almost painful. Her feminine scent began to fill the room quickly as her body began to prepare for his. It almost smelled like the nectar of honeysuckle. She could feel the smoothness of his skin, which only turned her on even more. She had he eyes closed but she could imagine his every movement. Fluid, even graceful. He was perfect in her eyes. When he took one of her nipples into her mouth, she moaned softly.
Thread: The Tale of Anansi(Anansi and I)

He stroked his fingers along her sides before his hands slipped up to press her back and he ran his lips down and along her stomach. His lips drifted slowly along her body and stroked in small circles down her stomach as his hands cupped her lower back to lift her into his kisses. Slipping lower he ran them along her lower stomach then pubis, he began to kiss the flesh softly and downward finally running over her sex his tongue slipping out to lap along. It trailed lazily down her slit before sliding back up stroking hard at the the hood covering her clitoris as his hands cupped her backside.
Thread: The Tale of Anansi(Anansi and I)

She opened her eyes for a second as she wondered why he was going so much further down her body, almost wanting to bring him back up to her nipples which she liked the most, however when she felt his tongue lapping at her folds she closed her eyes again and bit her lower tongue in fear of screaming so loud that the windows would shatter. A little blood trickled down her lip as she squirmed beneath him, wondering how she could still be so wet even though he was collecting all of her juices into his mouth. She wanted him to stop for a minute as she felt like she couldn't breathe from how much pleasure she was receiving from him. Her hands went from the bed sheets to her breasts as she played with her hard nipples, whimpering through her teeth.
Thread: Sucker for dissapointment....

In My 25 silent years on this earth it never changes. 'Oh Joe look she smiled at you! Go ahead and try!' And I'm always stupid or better yet so fucking dumb that I get crushed. Or worse I'm in the damn friend zone. Not that I have any friends. -Sigh- But I'll still have My mind. She said yes in My mind and loved me forever. And we lived happily ever after......... THE END! Sad aint it?..... Yay me.
Thread: Sucker for dissapointment....

I stand corrected. I fail even here. lol lol lol lol lol Rofl! I need to laugh otherwise I'd go mad. But nevermind me. Never mattered before.
Thread: Sucker for dissapointment....

I try. I really do. I try to be as polite as I can. And not bring my hopes up but I always do. Just to get my will crushed like always but I'll go on. 'Till I don't care anymore and just fade away. 'Please Lord make me nothing but air.'
Thread: Kingdom of Arok(Life is tested everyday...)[come in :)

Sorry for the header, its icky. ---------------- Plot A simple prince. One of darkness and torture. He rules this kingdom, with his unstoppable charm. He chooses to pleae everyone in his kingdom, but he has a secret. behind everything is a powerful madness, only one person can unlock it. But who? in this roleplay you play as one of the commoners, the prince becoming one of your friends. Do you try and get close to him and risk falling in love or do you ignore him with everything you have? Only you can decide this. ------------------ Zain sat quietly under a tree outside of his castle. His tan, muscular chest glinting in the breif streaks of sunlight that crowded in through the leaves. He sighed, closing his eyes and laying back completley silent.
Thread: Kingdom of Arok(Life is tested everyday...)[come in :)

Kaine snuck up quietly behind him, barefoot, holding her scraps of shoes in one hand as she tiptoed closer. She set her shoes down, trying not to make a sound. She smiled to herself, tucking a strand of thick ruddy brown hair behind her ear and sucking in her lower lip as she decided how best to pounce. Her eyebrow quirked as she got into position, crouching down, making sure the twine holding her pants up under her tunic were well adjusted. She sprinted forward on the balls of her feet, gaining speed as she made to bawl him over, hitting with a solid thud and knocking the wind out of herself.
Thread: Where Are You Going? Where Have You Been? (Novi and Lace)

It was the first day of school and the first bells of the semester began to ring almost violently. It was time for class to start and Noriko had been dazed from her previous night. She was a vision of loveliness, her hair a lovely play of platinum color entwined with black strands as well as a strong layer of black at the base. Framing her face was a sidebang, cut to her chin. The rest of her hair was in layers down to her midback. Her eyes were a soft green color, her features delicate and her jaw structured as though it were crafted for feminine beauty. It wasnt that the 17 year old was nervous, it was that her side job as a cocktail waitress had been somewhat time consuming. The government provided her with everything she needed as she had been emancipated since her mother had passed away. Still she had to muscle through her high school career. Otherwise the emancipation would be lost and the young girl would be placed in a foster home. That wasnt the only seceret Noriko was carrying around. There was a rather hefty reminder, consistantly between her legs. She was actually a he. Perhaps crossdressing had been a means to escape? When Noriko worked as a waitress it was so much easier to bring in tips than if he were to go dressed as a boy. The constant attention from boys was too good to be true as he had never received this kind of affection from males in all of his life. It made him feel good. Alive. And the best part about it was that he wouldnt be ridiculed for being gay. As the warning bell rang, Noriko realised he had been daydreaming and jumped up with alarm. His first class was all the way across the damn school. Grabbing his bag he darted through the hallways swiftly, black halter dress clinging to his legs as his heeled boots clicked against the tile of the school floors. Obviously he had alot of practice running. Most of his life was...running. He darted up the stairs quickly then reached the classroom just as the actual late bell rang. Grabbing ahold of the doorframe to stablize himself, he nearly fell forward. He came to a dead stop with a bit of difficulty but his heart pounded in short quick intervals in his chest, hard and strong. A slow steadying breath pushed out of his lungs and he limped to his seat, realizing he had sort of twisted his ankles in those lovely heels of his. But he was on time at least!
Thread: Where Are You Going? Where Have You Been? (Novi and Lace)

It was as though Noriko's heart leapt into his chest and he had to swallow it hard to push it back down. That same heart was still beating at a rather unreasonable pace and he could swear others could see for a moment the blatant pulsing in his throat. It was a fantastic first class of the day to have, filled with eye candy indeed. Emerald gaze took a few moments to admire the figure before him, looking at him, anticipating words. Not that he listened to the content of the words, but the sweet ring of them echoed in his ears as if molasses and other sweet things could move through the air. It wasn't only the sound he made, but the attitude by which he carried himself made him rather attractive. It was a rather arrogant air to him as he'd probably paid no mind to the way all of his students were probably rushing to make the roster. Noriko shook it off briefly, but no matter how hard he tried his gaze always seemed to glaze over with admiration. Oh, he was going to get some extra help before work. A small wistful smile grazed his soft lips and he placed a hand beneath his chin, watching that muscular body ripple and move in his dreams beneath those clothes and then... The warm smile hit him like a large burst of energy that almost through him back. Pressure began to build up in his chest, forcing the air out of his lungs as he coughed slightly trying to regain his disposition. When he finally snapped out of it, he drew his attention to the paper in front of him. It really didn't take him long to recognize that he had no clue in hell what to do with it. Though, the wistful smile kind of reappeared. It looked sort of inappropriate at that moment but he couldn't help it. In Noriko's mind this man was not dressed and his thoughts were filled with ones of those same rippling muscles- No. Now was not the time. Noriko was a rather smart boy. His mother spent time doting on the child, ensuring his studies remained consistant and educating him in the arts before she'd passed away. But this paper just didn't make sense right now. The few words he paid attention to, and he cursed himself for missing the name of this teacher, were the latter few. Um, I do... she spoke, her voice rather soft. She tucked her hair behind her ear and the action seemed rather delicate. Is...there a time limit? It was evident that Noriko would be playing the role of the uneducated damsel in need to dire assistance this semester. At least in this class.
Thread: Where Are You Going? Where Have You Been? (Novi and Lace)

Sinclair paused at the sound of such a soft voice. The beauty he had eyed before...was trying to gather his attention. Hm... She wanted to know if they had a time limit. He also wondered if he should give them a time limit... The sheet was only ten questions long and it shouldn't take them no longer than twenty minutes to finish. However, he said he was going to start out easy, and no limitations on time would surely give them more freedom to talk amongst themselves, and be a bit more relax during their first day. He didn't want to be the asshole first period teacher who stressed them with work so they wouldn't be able to focus on their other classes that were just as important. No...fortunately there isn't. Dr. Sinclair said to the rather peculiar girl with a small smile. Is there anything else you'd like to know? he questioned with a tilt of his head. Sinclair took a couple more sips from his lukewarm coffee before pushing it away to the end of his desk deciding it was disgusting now that it was growing cold. He reclined back into his chair stretching with his hands behind his head, his muscles slightly flexing under his white shirt. As he did he looked Noriko up and down admiring her beauty. He wouldn't mind having her after class for a little one on one The blond quickly tossed the thought aside. The last thing he wanted was to get locked up for was having a student teacher relationship...or worse....sexual harassment of an underage girl. God knows he would never do anything like that but-- girls were liars when they couldn't get what they wanted. Or when things weren't going as planned. The girl looked to be pretty popular with the guy and the other last thing he needed was to put a teen in the hospital for thinking he was a man. With all those thoughts in his mind, he put the girl's beauty to the back. He doubted she was interested anyway. And even if she was it wouldn't be likely that he would allow himself to fall into her web of lust...for fear of legal actions being taken.
Thread: Where Are You Going? Where Have You Been? (Novi and Lace)

The idea that Noriko was attracted to this teacher was enough to want to close the distance between them by just a bit so he could admire him at a closer range. He watched those muscles ripple and flex beneath the shirt and couldn't help but let a smirk loose. It was a lovely vision and it was one of those moments where he wished he could hit rewind and watch it happen repeatedly. Noriko shook his head and brushed the bang slightly away from his eye. Not too much, because when he had his hair tucked behind his ears or tied back he almost looked like a man. Regardless of the fact that he wore more than enough make-up to do the trick today and nothing he could possibly do at this point could make him look like a man, he was paranoid. No. he offered a warm and feminine smile. Thank you Dr. Halloway. As the name rolled off his tongue, it was as though he could taste some rare, exotic spice to it. The ideas that were popping into his head were dangerous enough to relate a taste to the name. A sigh of relief escaped his softly glossed pink lips and he leaned back slightly in his chair. A wistful smile took his features and he already began to forget about the paper that was placed in front of him not a few minutes prior. It was almost evident at that point that not even a single word would be written by the time the bell rang. It wasn't that Noriko was even acting right now. He was legitimately forgetting that school was supposed to serve a purpose. Should he fuck up, however, he would lose his emancipation. It didn't take long for the drag queen to do small things like consider how that coffee was taken. Black? Bold? Cream? It was obvious that he was a frequent visitor to the gym, but did he work out with his shirt off? Sleep naked? Then thoughts began to play in his mind of the slightly more naughty nature, but at the end of the day, this teacher was straight and Noriko was just a boy in drag. That wistful smile slowly tugged downwards as slightly more negative thoughts began to practically pour into his skull like a terrible storm. It was one he wished would let up, or at least turn into a drizzle. And still, Noriko didn't notice he had nothing written on his paper.
Thread: Where Are You Going? Where Have You Been? (Novi and Lace)

Re Where Are You Going? Where Have You Been? Novi and Lace No problem.... the man said as he went back to the papers upon his desk. He would have to plan out a study plan for them right then so he would already be prepared for the other classes he would have to teach later. He shuffled the papers onto his desk, making sure they were in a neat pile. Not even a minute into planning out his lessons his eyes drifted to Noriko. There was something peculiar about the girl. Was it her beauty....the way she gracefully pushed her hair behind her ear....the way she walked...or that heavenly voice he couldn't seem to work from his brain. He sighed.. Curse him for falling hopelessly in love with a schoolgirl on his first day. Well not love... just infatuation. As love takes a bit of time to develop. Not only that he didn't even know her, so calling his infatuation love was just absurd. Blue orbs, looked up from his desk and into the sea of students. Instantly his eyes found the girl and he smiled a bit to himself. She was beautiful unlike any beauty he'd seen before. He'd come across countless of beautiful women...but there, for some reason, was just something so heart stopping about this Noriko that he couldn't focus upon the pile of papers on his desk. Sinclair forced himself back to work, trying to push his perverted thoughts of her out of his mind. It wasn't easy, but he kind of did it. He only gazed up at her about three times within five minutes compared to his previous eyes not leaving her at all. During his time of secretly watching her, he noticed she wasn't exactly writing anything down. Perhaps it was just because every time he looked up at her, she was thinking. Yes, that was possible with the fact that he wasn't completely staring at her anymore, so he would know if she jotted something down quickly and then went back to writing. As time passed, his eyes began to switch from his pile of papers, to Noriko, and then his watche as to not get too consumed in his work that he forgot to collect their papers--before the end of class. Soon it was time and he let out a relieved sigh. Class was five minutes away from being over. Ahem he cleared his throat with small smile as he stood from his desk. Alright, just down your last couple of words and start to bring your papers up to my desk please. Class is only five minutes away from ending... he said as he circled around his desk to sit on the edge. As students started to bring up their papers, he immediately pulled out a black folder so they could place their papers inside. Hurry now...three minutes left. I don't want you to be late for your next class... he said with a warm smile as he shuffles the papers in his folder making sure everything was neat....he was such a neat freak at times.
Thread: Where Are You Going? Where Have You Been? (Novi and Lace)

Re Where Are You Going? Where Have You Been? Novi and Lace Alright, just down your last couple of words and start to bring your papers up to my desk please. Class is only five minutes away from ending... But there were no words, Noriko realized as he fumbled to regain the grasp he had on the pencil. Cursing to himself, he wrote down whatever bullshit his mind could dish onto one page. Damn...he didn't think he was capable of it. The answers were totally out-of-the box and wrong in every which way. Nervousness hit him when he realized what it meant to lose his emancipation, but then the crook of his lips totally perked upward into something of a sadistic grin. It would be time for extra help. And once the bell rang he would have a few moments more with the image of perfection that was standing in front of him. A few more moments to imagine every depth of every curve of his body...to feel a phantom sense of that flesh at his own fingertips...Underneath his own lips... ...Then again, he had to make money after school and didn't have much time for extra help. God, Noriko was just a mess of emotions today. Silently he cursed and kindly reminded himself that this was his teacher he was thinking about. His pin-straight masculine teacher, and he was just a boy in drag. It was fun until he was really beginning to develop emotions. Noriko couldn't let his own emerald eyes meet the beautiful play of blue as their owner collected the papers. He looked away, knowing that the paper would be read in absolute horror just a few moments from then. It made him close his eyes. It was absolutely embarassing to think about. Not as though ALL of his thoughts hadn't been embarassing from that moment class started... I...gave it my best shot. he managed to squeeze out the words. Softly and nearly inaudably, but genuinely. One eye slowly opened enough to brush the intensity of the teacher's.