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Dawn smiled at his words, she almost felt like he was taunting her. She leaned in as well, shaking her head. ''Oh, but I am, you're the one who seems to be disliking my company,'' she mused, bored of sitting around. Of course it would be even worse if she were to be sitting behind bars with the other officer drooling over her. ''I just don't like this no touching rule,'' she winked, crossing her arms on the table to lean down against them, looking up at him from there. She was coming to like the policeman. Under different circumstances she would have gave him a special or even let him have her without any charges. His surprise regarding her next question rejoiced her somehow. It felt like a brief victory although it didn't last too long. ''Relevance? I thought the interrogation was over,'' she replied, licking her lips. ''Shame, shame, shame. I did mean it though,'' she yawned slightly, the fatigue catching up to her - after the excess of adrenaline all that was left was a desire for a comfortable bed. Clearly not something she would get that night. She studied him, wondering how long he would be staying with her. Standing up, she walked up to his side of the table again, taking a seat on the edge right in front of him. She brushed the side of her leg against the side of his absently, seemingly relaxed although her eyes took in every movement he made. ''You know, it's unfair, you killed my plans for the night. I was actually going to finally get some sleep,'' she announced, brushing her bangs away. ''And now I don't even have a comfortable bed...There nobody watching, can't you lift the no touching policy for the night?''
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I wouldnt Im disliking your company but youre trying to get me in trouble. Seducing an officer is typically viewed as a negative thing in our society Im afraid so as tempted as I am to let the no touching rule slide, our entire country is built upon rules and then where would we be? He said enforcing the rules of the station. He was a cop with a perfect record, although... He tried to ignore her advances starring straight to the chair she was supposed to be sitting in to make sure he didnt get too tempted after all he was a single man after all. As for ruining your night. I cant possibly apologize enough for keeping you away from the lucky man who ever youd be service this evening. Im sure youve had worse sleeps than you will tonight, I can only imagine some of the handsome fellows you date. He impersonated the way she called him handsome. The cell isnt too bad itself, Im sure you can make it comfy with that womanly touch you have there. He pulled out the keys to the cell and started to twirl them yet as a threat. He didnt have to put her to her cell at the moment, it didnt really mind the girls company at the moment anyways. The officer by the door and Miles were the only men stationed her tonight, grave yard shift. If it makes you feel better I have to sleep on a wooden chair tonight, not exactly a five star hilton hotel room, al though Ive been in one personally. Im sure you have though. He winked at him implying she had seen many New Yorks hotel rooms. He wondered to himself silently wondering how many men she had actually slept with.
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The girl sighed as he spoke, disappointed. Could that man get any more compliant with the rules? She studied him slowly, shrugging. ''Well that's stupid, you're a man, I'm a woman, what's wrong about that? Besides, I'm not asking for anything naughty,'' she teased, hopping off the table. His following remark made her giggle. ''Oh, don't hold a grudge, I don't date these men, and some of them aren't as bad looking as you would think,'' she smiled, noticing the keys. A brief flash of worry passed through her gaze. The last thing she wanted to do was to go to the cell. While if she was lucky she would be alone in it, there was a possibility of landing in the same room as other angry, drunk and possibly high whores. She shivered at the thought. They would either rip her to shreds or make her join one of the awfull, barely coherent discussions. It was almost as though their IQ dropped by a dozen points whenever they were in a prison cell. She circled him, her hands hovering in the air, about a millimeter from his shirt. Enough to feel their presence yet not enough for much more. She leaned in, her lips next to his ear. ''I've seen a lot over the past seven years,'' she mused. ''But that's not relevant. What is, on the other hand relevant is the fact that I could make your wooden chair so much more comfortable if you didn't leave me in the cell,'' she murmured, her hot breath breaking against his neck. ''Besides, the no touching rule only applies to interrogation rooms, right?'' She finished suggestively, her hands trailing down to his chest without actually touching him.
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Miles eyes followed her around the room as she continued to hover around it and him. She seemed innocent enough that she wasnt going to book it away the second he turned his head but you could never be too careful. She floated around the room quite graceful and ladylike. She was all woman and she was right. He was all man, what was wrong with that? Nothing really. His position of power made it wrong, so very wrong. He had to admit he did want her and it frustrated him that he couldnt have her after she seemed to be oh so willing. He didnt want to risk his career on one night of pleasure though. After all thats what these girls did for their career. They used men as much if not more so than men used them. They were the modern day sirens. Using their charm and looks to luring their prey. She was luring him alright, he could almost feel her delicate soft touch and smell her sweet scent, most likely a perfume. He was lured but not quite hooked yet. Although he didnt mind an idea of a one night stand the idea of being used overruled it. He was sure she only wanted out early or least not having to pay the fine, he didnt play games and it wasnt about to start even with this one. Miles did however notice a little fear in her eyes when he twirled the keys. He could use this fear to make her to behave, the cop outside would most likely use it to give the girl a body search. He didnt really want to use or scare the girl. Dawn seemed like a good kid after all. He tried to reassure her she was going to be okay. You dont have to go to your cell right now, Im off duty on the streets and Im here for the whole night so I can look after you if you want to stretch your legs for a little while longer, and lucky you no cellmate tonight. He didnt necessarily want to make her punishment any less severe but the girl deserved to know the truth at least.
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Dawn arched her eyebrows, taking note of the fact that he didn't move when she moved and that he didn't attempt to push her away any longer. She leaned in a little further, her soft breasts pressing up against his back. She wasn't going to try anything, she wasn't stupid. Twenty four hours were not too much to endure, especially considering the fact that he was around for a part of it. On the other hand in the future things would become more complicated and having a cop or two on her side could make things that much easier and less worriesome. She brushed the tip of her nose against his jawline, her bright gaze searching his one for something that didn't seem to be there. So she simply listened to him, deciding to see what he had to say and go on from there. ''Great,'' she exclaimed contentedly, her arms on his chest sliding around him in a brief embrace, her lips quickly pressing against his cheek right next to the corners of his lips. ''Thank you,'' she released him, walking around to return to her seat on the table, setting her legs on the chair by his sides, her skirt riding up her thighs. She thought of the things she could do to convince him, one finally coming to mind. Obvious and simple. ''You know, you don't even know if I'm carrying any arms. We whores are sneaky people,'' she mused, her nails tapping against her thigh. ''There just might be a Swiss knife just waiting to be used here,'' she poked her breast, studying him almost defiantly.
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He let out a very low and quiet groan of enjoyment as he could feel her breasts squeeze against his dress top and her lips on his cheek. I think youre forgetting the no touching rule but Ill let it slide this time. He said with an amused grin as she walked but to her seat. He couldnt help but notice her skirt riding up. Oh God Miles mumbled under his breath as he tried to look discretely as possible at the girls nice long legs. This simple pick up the whore routine was getting much more complicated. Things only got worse when she mentioned him not checking her for weapons, she was right. It was supposed to be a part of the routine and in his haste he foolishly missed it. You dont want my hands frisking you Im sure he said rolling his eyes sarcastically as he approached her seat. She was trouble. He needed some released anyways, perhaps this would help or perhaps it would just make things worse. Please stand up Dawn if you would. He asked her, as she stood up he took a deep breathe. In any other occasion Miles would be ecstatic while man handling all over a womans curves. This time he was more nervous. He started at her legs and slowly started to move up her body. Making it to her rear he could feel how nice and round and perfect it was. The things he would love to do to it. Okay Miles, time to move on he told himself to her flat fit stomach, it was only getting worse. Especially the next stop. He finally started to pat and feel around her perky C cup breasts. This was definitely not releasing anything from him.
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Dawn bit on the inside of her cheek, trying to hide the satisfied grin. Her expression was almost that of a cat licking its whiskers after having had a bowl of milk. His self control appeared to be slipping by the second, and she noticed that glower in his eyes, the same one he had in the car. ''Hm?'' She grinned as she heard him mumble something, yet didn't push the matter. ''You got to do what you've got to do,'' she retorted, inwardly cursing herself for having wasted so much time when the answer was so much closer. ''As you wish, officer,'' she hopped to her feet, her heels clacking against the ground. She waited for him to approach, a shiver running down her spine as his hands slid along her smooth skin. He seemed to be hesitating still - his will power was impressive. A part of her almost felt bad. The other coulnd't care less, he did ruin her night. ''Oh, officer, why so hesitant?'' She teased, raising her eyes to look at him when he reached her stomach. She enjoyed his touch, his hands felt like they were strong but rather experienced. When he started to feel her breasts, she let out a light gasp. She took a small step closer to him, her body almost touching his. Her hands meanwhile slid up to his ones. ''Don't be shy,'' once her hands made their way to rest on top of his ones she gave them a light squeeze, applying pressure on them. Her eyes never left his, her head tilted slightly, as though she was on the verge of kissing him.
Thread: Happy Birthday Mr. Master

Daddy, I hate you.
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me unfs
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Padan, thank you! That's awesome! -D
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THAT IS AWESOME PADAN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE! birthday rapes MM
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birthday stabs MM 39 times D
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Cool drawings. Yay for birthdays.
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Hum I fell like theirs a click on this site amongst the older members....oh well happy day of birthing to you. and here I thought I would be one of the older farts on the board, but u got me me beat by more than 10 years.
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Happy birthday!
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I logged on just to tell you happy birthday.. Worthless gift, I know.
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Oh, man. Does this make you, like, ninety-nine or something?
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pegs MM 99 times for every year of his lifelistu
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Dammit someone already made an old man joke... Would it be in bad taste to just slap another one around here?
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Happy birthday honey
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3 Happy Birthday Mr. Master Man
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Nocturnal Pulse said Hum I fell like theirs a click on this site amongst the older members....oh well happy day of birthing to you. and here I thought I would be one of the older farts on the board, but u got me me beat by more than 10 years. Click to expand... 15, actually. God. And it's not so much a clique, but you hang around long enough, you make friends with each other. Simple as that. You stick around and stay friendly and interactive, you'll fit right in, too. Everybody, thank you so much. I appreciate all the good wishes, and the friendly old jokes. And, I suppose, the stabbings and peggings. Oh, God, Misha's going to stab me another 60 times, now, isn't she?
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Would you want things any other way? Don't bother answering that. Happy birthday. Salute!
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Age test Who is singing? No fair peeking. Happy Birthday my new friend. I shouldn't have to make decisions like this at my age though. First I was going to give you Marilyn Monroe, then Weird Al, then the Muppets, arrrggggg, too many choices. youtube
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Happy birthday MM
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Three cheers and hopes of good fortune on this most awesome of days Mm's birthday. Happy birthday.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAY. late. fail. THANK YOU FOR NOT BEING CYRANO. . I don't want you to die. stabs with Misha.
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FATHER TIME HAS AGED ONCE AGAIN. Beautiful.
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Geez, Oreo, that sounds like something from the 60s or so, like one of those regional kids TV shows, or Kukla Fran Ollie or something. We used to see the Bozo Show from Chicago, but that doesn't sound like Bozo, so I've no idea. I totally would have recognized Marilyn or Weird Al and the Muppets? Fuggeddiboutit. Thanks again to all of you who have commented, I appreciate it very much, and Father Time will remember all of you when you complain about your own oldness in the coming years. And I'll laugh, laugh laugh.
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Will you still be alive by the time I'm old?
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It was a fellow known as Sheriff John.
Thread: whispers of sweet nothings

dimmed, dull, and hopeless is the spark of the heart through which disembodied voices whisper names and places but misinform about the why and how? I feel I need to need you need me and myself and I were all together once upon a time, now I fight us and me but we weren't so lost and I found you in my position and extended a half a hand of help and time extended half an excuse for ties and lies to build and break the coffin you build for me and I break the mold you cast for yourself as our graves are digging themselves and we are children. Etch-a-sketch the perfect world, then shake erase restart.
Thread: The Gorgeous Elf Slave (Sanoci and Atzura)

There was once peace in this area. Everyone was calm, happy, enjoying the little things life offered without complaint. That was until the Queen died. Being a widow, she had no one left to turn the power to, the country was left without a ruler, and she had no children to carry on the crown. This is where four regional lords started to fight over who should be in control. The once great and peaceful country of Armendy was shattered, broken into four seperate states, each trying to best the other three and gain absolute control. During this sudden warring period, the lords had their vassals hire, train and eventually work with other officers to help overtake enemy garrisons. These battles raged on for over five years, and are still going. Being an officer in that day was much like being an athlete. You worked, killed some enemies, secured some supplies, got paid. If they liked you, you'd be offered more jobs. If they didn't need you, they'd ask you to leave, or give you a gift and ask you stay in the area. If you came up through the ranks, it was likely they would offer you more jobs because you grew up with the army. If you were just an officer hired to work, the trust wasn't there. As foolish men battled, other creatures near Armendy watched in fear as humans finished their own lives. There was no harmony within them, and while most watched in fear, some watched in pity, and even some in enjoyment. Those who avoided the humans the most were the elves. They rested deep in a forest to the south of Armendy, building small little towns with their bare hands and elegant crafting skills. One such elf, a dark elf, wasn't so lucky as to be accepted by those of lighter skin. In some ways, the elves shared some characteristics of humans, going back to the rivalries between elf and dark elf. It would only be matter of time before they too, began to kill each other off.
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Wandering freely about the forest was a warrior cloaked in black. Holstered onto his back was his customized Zweihaender with a black curved blade and was serrated to add to its ferocious essence. Baring spiky white hair, a tan skin tone that often made others believe he was a foreigner, muscular form, and fierce dark blue hues, it was truly obvious he borne the aura of a warrior. Dressed in uncommon leather fashioned robe, he executed some modification to make his attire more favorable to his taste. Maintaining its main purpose, the hood was kept intact, while he had a crimson celtic cross stitched onto the back of his outfit. Another noticeable characteristic was it could be worn open and sleeveless, which displayed his astonishing eight pack and muscular physique. Dressed in black cloth pants and steel plated boots, his most distinguished piece of attire would be on his left arm. Numerous leather belts and cloth were concealing the entire arm as a whole and possessed magical seals to contain something ominous from within. A former officer of the Derkholm territory, he parted from the lord of the region because of their internal conflicts with each other. The reasons included unjust payment and simply the tyrant like nature that consumed the gluttonous bastard of the Derkholm kingdom. No longer able to stand the atrocities of his ruler, he forsaken his village and became a vagrant. Now venturing in the forest for something to eat, Ricril Dragonsbane would stay alert, easily manifesting a lot of focus on his current objective in hunting down any creature in the perimeter. Sadly his luck wasn't going well, realizing first hand the true sorrows in being a vagrant. Sitting against the trunk of a tree, Ricril would relax for the meanwhile to gather ideas on how to obtain something.
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Elvia! Screamed an older looking elf with long blonde hair, a stubble growing on his beard and upper section of his neck. ELVIA! A young dark-skinned elf raced towards the calling, her body covered in a white cloak, only her eyes and a bit of her hair visible. They sparkled blue like newly created sapphires and her silvered snowy hair waved quietly in the wind. She got down on her knees before the male elf. My... my apologies Krintos. Please... please allow me to attend the grand luncheon with the rest of my elven kin. I understand that my skin is not like yours, and that elves like yourself have had difficult altercations with elves like myself. But I am not one of those dark elves. I am grateful to you, and everyone in this village for letting me live here. I was born here Krintos. Please let me attend this social event... I am surrounded by people I care for, but I am not allowed to socialize with them. The elf frowned. That's not going to be possible. The reason we had to move out here to Armendy was in large part because of YOUR PEOPLE. Vile, aggressive, magic casting scum. They killed my sons. All four of them. In return, I killed eight of yours. Mercilessly. Elvia looked away, I wasn't a part of that... I am sorry for your loss... but it shouldn't be held... YES IT SHOULD! I should kill you for even being here after the dark elf raids. You make us look like them. Like humans. Warlike and hungry. Off with you. Fetch us herbs and fruit for wine, or prepare to have your left ear severed. Go! Elvia closed her eyes and bowed her head. She had gone into service under Krintos as a way of showing him her peace. So far, things had not gone well at all. She headed out of the grand elf city of Siphos, just south of the Derkholm state, just separated by a thick forest. She entered the forest alone, in search of acceptable herbs and fruits for the wine at the luncheon.
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Oblivious to the vagrant was the further he wandered within the forest the closer he reached Elven grounds. Considering the animosity growing between them and the current war linked towards becoming the ruler of Armendy, Ricril Dragonsbane would not be surprised if the Elves held scorn towards humans as a whole. Gripping the hilt of his Zweihaender, his left arm ached with the ominous aura that constantly lingered like a parasite. Surely the majority of mankind was ignorant to magical forces, yet Elves themselves could likely perceive the darkness tracing around his left arm. I must give you credit little brother, surprised you have a strong will Unlike you Darious, I shall not let my instincts control my very way of life. Now begone you bastard! From the outside Ricril was his usual self, yet from within his conscious it was a conversation between the Dragonsbane siblings. Ignoring his lurid brother for a few minutes, he observed as a Dark Elf was caught within his cross hairs. She was a true beauty, something which Darious would otherwise corrupt with that malicious mindset of his. Insightful towards the ways of Elves, he realized this woman was likely on her daily duty of fetching herbs and fruits for the village. Merely keeping his eyes out on the elf, Ricril remained stealthy that way no confrontations would transpire. Surprisingly enough, the warrior of Derkholm was whether humble but observant when he desired. Oddly he was an individual unable to get near women, unfortunately affected by utter shyness. For the vile Darious however, he was a disrespectful and treated all women as objects of pleasure and personal property. The mystery between these brothers was truly interesting, yet tragic none the less. For now he paid attention to the lovely dark elf.
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Fruits and herbs... sew and weave... mop and scrub. Curse it all! She said in a low tone, reaching down to pick a rare and absolutely delicious herb. Soon they'll have me servicing their sons, as if they hadn't tried already. She looked upwards. I'm trying. I'm really trying to make up for the sins my people have committed, but the only thing that makes me different from them, is the color of my hair and skin. She closed her eyes and picked more plantlife. It's not my fault my people are better fighters... She suddenly paused, her eyes widening slightly. She heard something. Those keen, long dark elf ears picked up a sound as gentle as a breeze, but heavier. There was a creature there. Humanoid no doubt. Could it have been an ogre? Impossible. They have no intellect for stealth. Another elf likely? Perhaps a human?