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Thread: Romance & Kink in the Ring (RareDesires x randomname98766789)

During Paiges match, Jordan was happily cheering for her and encouraging her the entire time. No one was a bigger Paige fan than Jordan was to be honest. As soon as Paige pinned Nikki down for the three count, Jordan hopped up into the ring to celebrate with her. As the music played, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and spun her around in his arms. Good job, baby! He beamed and then leaned forward to press a firm kiss to her lips. This was held for a long time and soon he full-on made out with her. His tongue pressed into her mouth and pinned down her tongue. His hands grabbed a handful of her ass for everyone to see and squeezed the flesh hard. Finally, they walked out the ring and back up the ramp to the area backstage. When they were alone in their locker room, Jordan continued to smile at the brunette. You did wonderful! I knew you could beat her. Jordan spoke proudly and reached down to give her a slap on the ass. He went ahead to dress in his wrestling outfit which was just some shorts and sneakers with no shirt. Once he was ready, Jordan just spent the time waiting with Paige, hugging and kissing again. Soon, it was time for the main event and Jordan walked out with his girlfriend. His entrance music hit and it was the same as when they entered for her match. Jordan gave her a kiss before climbing up into the ring and getting ready for his match with Seth Rollins. Soon, Seth walked out and jumped into the ring. The match started and it was a lot of back and forth but Jordan ended up winning with his finishing move of a power bomb and then pinned Seth Rollins and was named the victor of the match and the number ones contender for the WWE World Heavyweight championship.
Thread: Romance & Kink in the Ring (RareDesires x randomname98766789)

Paige felt Jordan's arms wrap around her and spin her around. She smiled, Thanks love. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his body and pulled her own body against his. She opened her mouth, inviting his tongue in. She felt his tongue pin hers down, and felt his hands grab her ass hard and she softly moaned into their kiss. His strength always was an instant turn on for her. She took his hand and followed him out of the ring. She happily walked with him back up the ramp, and to the backstage. They walked into the locker room alone and she smiled at Jordan. Thanks, love, you always support me, you're my inspiration to fight so hard, she said softly. Paige giggled as he slapped her ass, and she watched him change. She decided to stay in this outfit for his match, she just put a little perfume on and fixed her makeup quickly. Once he was dressed, she smiled at him and enjoyed the time between her and his match kissing and cuddling. Once it was time, she walked towards the entrance with him and once the music was on, she walked out with him. They were always holding hands, and their fans seemed to love it. Once they were at the ring, she felt his lips on hers. I love you, Jordan. Kick his ass and win, she said with a smirk. She watched him climb into the ring and get ready. Her eyes never left him, and she kept yelling and cheering for him even before the match started. She was always on edge during his matches. She knew how talented he was, but she always wanted him to win. She was easily his biggest fan as well. Once he finally won, she cheered and quickly jumped up into the ring. She ran up to him and jumped up into his arms, wrapping her legs and arms around him and kissing his lips hard. Between kisses, she said, Great job, my love! Once they exchanged a few more kisses, she jumped down from him, but still stayed pinned to him.
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Thread: when daddy asked

What is it Daddy? I asked, eyes wide as I surveyed the enormous white box in front of me Youll have to open it and see Kitten, maybe you should have a look in the black box first. I sat back on my feet and pulled the box closer, slipping off the lid to reveal a few toys underneath. I picked each one up in turn, before looking up at him. For me? He nodded Kind of...Maybe you should open the big one Kitten I took a deep breath before shuffling forward and taking hold of the lid, lifting it slowly and sliding it back. I gasped as my eyes first took sight of the gorgeous creature lying in the box. I looked up at him again, almost trembling with excitement I thought it was about time we got another pet He winked at me before kneeling beside me. He wrapped his arm around me. Happy Birthday Kitten He whispered in my ear as he gently shook her awake.
Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

Empress Momoko Aizawa This room was red and regal in design on the walls were murals depicting ancient battles with samurai in a glorious desert setting with a blazing sun baring down. To one side of the room, where the doors opened up to the balcony that looked over the city was the empress and the table. The table had a beautiful table cloth draped over it that was decorated with flowers. The other side however had two red couches, set up around an ornate, dark wood table. Music played very gently over unseen speakers. They were not alone of course, that would be highly unorthodox. At either entrance to the room guards were posted. Trained, silent and diligent in their guarding of the Empress. One of her handmaidens stood close to the Empress ready and preparing their tea. Zumozo was standing, just as attentive as the guards and for a few moments Momoko watched him, somewhat unsure as to why he wasn't coming and making himself comfortable. Of course it dawned on her and she moved to sit herself saying. Please, please, come sit. smiling at him then. There is no need to be too formal. I do hope it was told to you that this was more of a casual meeting. though it probably was not, they never communicated that kind of thing well and it was always hard to be diplomatic with people when they were dreading meeting you. She waited for him to sit and yes the seat would not be across from her but instead on the side of the small table, closest to her. Once he had sat down she offered him another smile before looking over her shoulder and out over the view. It was a nice day today, all things considered. I hear that our weather will in fact be quite pleasant for the next few weeks, no storms... As she made small talk, the handmaiden poured them both some tea and bowed her head respectively to either of them as she did. When the tea was poured, Momoko turned back and brought the cup up between two hands, gently blowing into it. When she placed the cup back down she spoke once more. Celebrations were so fevered today that I felt I did not fully get to communicate my thankfulness to you. she said, leaning a little closer and lowering her voice some. Not only for your services but also for your kind words... A particularly taxing morning it had been and I will say to you now your words lifted the spirit of your empress and thus also your people. With that she leaned back and offered a placid smile once more. His fears seemed unnecessary, she showed no sign of actively knowing who he 'really' was but then again why would she? She barely even knew who he was as a soldier, too sheltered to have learned and to gentle to have interest and yet she seemed to have interest in him. So what better way to thank you then this. she suddenly added, gesturing to the table, really there were.... much better ways, though maybe her company was rare and worth enough to him. There was another silence and in this time Momoko looked away from him and pursed her lips together, anxious and awkward. How long have you served? she asked him, if only for something to say, obviously meaning how long had he been a soldier.
Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

Swiftly, Ling-We allowed her glance to shoot around the assembly. Zumozo's subtle touching of his sword-hilt had prevented any outright laughter - few would dare to offend an experienced cavalryman - yet she could see that most of them were barely managing to cover their amusement. Their mistress had suffered the ultimate humiliation, looking ridiculous in front of a mere commoner. If she, Ling-We did not do something soon, her mistress' reputation would be damaged irrevocably - not to mention that she might get the blame. Her glance went to Momoko's tearful face, back to Zumozo's. And, suddenly, she saw the problem he faced. And what she might do about it. Swiftly she approached the empress, whispered in her ear. He is not allowed, she said, quickly, to touch you without your express permission. Yet, somehow, I see a look in his eyes that longs to comfort you. If YOU approach HIM, and seek his arms, protocol would be more than satisfied. What she was saying was not altogether true. The cavalryman was a mere commoner, however brave and loyal. Yet the sight of her mistress in tears surely called for desperate measures. It was better for the empress to spend a few minutes in the arms of a soldier than to be witnessed crying and stammering, all trace of the regal persona she needed gone. Order everyone here to remain silent about what has just happened, she whispered, frantically. And make them leave the chamber, save me, for I am necessary as a chaperone. But quickly, mistress, while you still hold some small authority.
Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

Empress Momoko Aizawa Everything seemed lost. Momoko had no idea what to do. She had not expected Ling-We to come over and swiftly offer her advice. Lowering her hands some Momoko looked to her handmaiden, following her hush explaination. Was it true what she said. Did Cavalryman Zumozo wish to comfort her, long for it? She supposed it might be, after all he had offered her so many kind words. ...It would be nice to embrace him. Very nice... In fact it quickly became Momoko's every thought. She wondered how warm it would be in his arms, wondered if they would hold her tight and strong or almost cradle her like she was made of glass. Still so close to Zumozo she practically threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. It was a moment of bad judgement, idiocy, ignorance and fool heartiness. Zumozo could do little but embrace her back, for who would openly refuse the Empress. However this was all wrong. That had not been what Ling-We had meant at all. She meant for Momoko to send everyone out and then embrace the soldier. This however... This would surely get tongues wagging, for she had just thrown herself at a man she had brought over for a private dinner, her small petite body mashed against his and her sweet smelling perfume wafting up into his face. Empresses could not just throw themselves at men, not like this... she might be assumed a 'whore' this was a complete disaster. Then it got worse. Breaking the embrace, Momoko stood once more and demanded that everyone leave, guards and all, everyone but Ling-We, she had thought she had done that earlier but supposed everyone had thought the moment too 'juicy' and had decided to conveniently 'not hear' Not this time however, she made sure everyone left. But that was worse. Now Momoko had thrown herself at a man and then demanded they be alone. If she did not look like she was courting the common man already, she surely did now and rumor would spread at a sickening pace. Perhaps the Army might be thrilled about it. After all to have a long serving soldier as high ranking as Zumozo serve as Emperor would surely give them a huge political influence. After a show like what just happened. Momoko might of left herself and Zumozo with no real choice.
Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

Seeing her panic, Zumozo reacted swiftly. Yes, my empress, he said, in a voice so loud the various courtiers and hangers-on could not fail to hear it. What you have just whispered is correct. It is highly necessary that you must hear what is happening to your armies in the field from one who has been present, not filtered through the well-meaning reports and propaganda that comes from the higher echelons of command. Is it any wonder your subjects are so proud of you, for grasping such a concept and acting upon it. Again, it would not necessarily fool everyone. It would serve, however, to save face for her and in this realm, face was everything and at least give the various flunkeys some doubt that what they had first assumed to be happening was truth. And, amused as they had been by her looking ridiculous, they were, at base, loyal and devoted, and would seize upon any chance to stop her looking a fool. He was not entirely unaware that her asking o be alone with him carried certain connotations... in fact, had it been left to him he would have warned Ling-We about this, and tried to dissuade her against her plan. But now, he saw, it was too late, and he could not blame the maid. She had been desperate to save face for her mistress, and had resorted to an unorthodox solution. And, anyway, he was fast becoming so attracted to his sister - possibly because of, rather than in spite of her helplessness, as might have been the case with other men - that he had no objection to her embrace. What he should have done, he knew, was to simply stand as stiffly as possible, return her caresses with the minimum of passion, and make it obvious he was taking part simply because he had no choice. Yet the feel of her slender, trembling body pressed against him, the wetness of her tears on the chest of his uniform made this impossible. Her loose hair was draping over his shoulders, he could feel the scent of her expensive, exclusive perfume, and the clothing she wore was so thin that he could feel her body through it. Her kimono had shifted again, and now her under-kimono was also riding down, pulled down by the outer garment, giving him a view of her breasts that made his head swim. The elaborate eye make up had run, causing runnels of dark kohl down her cheeks. She was helpless, wonderful, beautiful... He should not kiss her. To do so was both treasonous and blasphemous. yet, as soon as the three of them were alone and Ling-we had turned away, feigning enraptured interest in a tall vase at the far end of the chamber he did exactly that. The smallest, and slightest of kisses, the merest brush of lips, so that she could jerk her head away if she wished, and make her wishes plain, and they need not speak of it again. yet, kiss her he had...
Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

The wait was a long one, yet not unexpected. The moment he had broken off the kiss, it came to him to wonder what he had done. This was the empress, no mere whore in a back-alley house, or simple girl looking for a husband or lover, and who might be kissed with impunity. Simply the political ramifications of what he had done were enough to make anyone's head swim, never mind the fact that he had not merely laid hands upon the empress - an offense worthy of execution under normal circumstances - but kissed her! He loosed his sword in its sheathe, seriously expecting that the empress and Ling-We had absented themselves so that they need not witness the arrival of the palace guards who planned either to kill him where he stood or drag him off to some private place to do the deed. In which case the honor of his squadron demanded he not go down without a fight. At first, when she returned, he was not given much encouragement to change his mind. The funeral color in Japanese culture is white, and she was wearing that precise shade. Yet, as he saw the expression upon her face, he gained the impression he was to receive a much different message. She or, rather, Ling-We had taken far too much care with her make-up, her hair, her appearance in general, to suggest he was in disgrace. It was more - the thought was daring, yet he could not shake it - that she almost looked as if she were prepared to receive a lover. The kimono was tight - as tight as a woman of the streets might wear it, or nearly so - and did not merely cling, but actually stuck to her, clinging as she walked, in a way she could not possibly have worn it in a public appearance. When he sneaked the smallest glance at her breasts, he saw that they were moving, as if she was breathing deeply, from excitement or nervousness, and the flush on her face conformed this. She began to apologize for making him wait, but that her nervousness and breathlessness prevented her completing her sentence was obvious. Ling-we was forced to step into the breach quickly. The empress wishes you to know, she said, formally - yet with a wink - that her hair is not normally in the habit of collapsing like that. Indeed, it has never happened before, and this was simply an unfortunate incident. And that, normally, the empress is a model of modesty, and if her kimono should have chanced to misbehave itself during your previous meeting, that this too was an unfortunate accident, and rare indeed. As you can see, her imperial highness is capable of looking perfectly well groomed, and dignified. And beautiful, Zumozo added - and could not help noticing that the empress blushed up again as he said this. To cover her mistress' embarrassment, Ling-We began to pull and fuss with the folds of the kimono, so that while it was still form-fitting it did not cling quite so provocatively, straightening the sash and patting at her rear to smooth the folds of the under-kimono which had rucked up as she walked, so tight was the outer garment. The empress wishes you to sit, Ling-We continued, indicating the low couch where they had seated themselves before.
Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

Empress Momoko Aizawa Where Momoko Failed, Ling-We seemed to save grace. Momoko watched her explain it all to Zumozo and couldn't help but think that maybe the handmaiden would honestly be the better Empress. She seemed so much better at speaking then Momoko did. Ling-We spoke of Momoko being a paragon of fine fashion and dignity, despite the happenings of the day. That was not exactly the truth though Momoko was a little clumsy, a little hopeless and had a habit of getting herself in trouble like this... it was hard to avoid it as Empress but she usually did a good job. It just seemed that today was not her day. When Ling-We finished her words Zumozo quickly continued them and added that Momoko looked beautiful and she could not help the bright smile that grew on her face. Tilting her head some to hide her blush whilst Ling-We moved to fuss about her and in turn hide her blush as well. Ling-We tugged and primped at the kimono, it was tightened considerably so nothing fell out of place. However that also made Momoko's waist a tiny little thing that any man would dream of wrapping his arms around. Ling- We told Zumozo that Momoko wished him to sit and Momoko nodded to assure him of that. She sat down once he had. She need not treat him with such respect but she did. Some emperors and empresses did though, they respected soldiers, what they did and the honor that they carried with them. After all without a defense force, surely Kaminoyama would of fallen by now. She sat next to him on the couch but turned most of her body towards him, sitting in a sweet and delicate manner and trying not to move too much, less she put Zumozo and herself through all of that again. Of course though she kind of was still. Her clothing was so tight and fitted that each movement showed and sliced over curves and rounds, pulling attention to her petite frame. Her underbust was so tight that her breast stood proudly, high and pert and were together enough to form an alluring cleavage with the way she sat. Thank you for being so understanding. she said, moving her hand to rest against his leg. It was not really approved upon that she touch his thigh but she seemed uncaring at the moment. I know I keep saying that. she added, clearing her throat and removing her hand. I just don't really know what else to say... terrible post I know, sorry! I'll pick it up next one.
Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

Empress Momoko Aizawa Momoko was struck by his words. Ling-We gasped but Momoko's reaction was not as severe, she looked at him, eyes raising and cheeks beginning to color once more, sticking out even more against the white of her Kimono. Thank you... she replied coyly. It encouraged her... it made her feel better about speaking to him, about speaking in general. He only went on though. He told her how she did not need to be upset about her hair. A great many high class woman had, had her hair fall in even worse occasions then what this was. He added also that it was no wonder that her combs could not contain hair that shone so bright and was so silken, such silk would slip through the combs grasp. Of course Ling-We would bite her lip. It was a bold thing to say but also a beautiful one. The comment about her hair so beautiful it seemed inspired by poets and it gave him an intelligent sheen to match his brave one. Momoko tilted her head to the side and bit down on her own lip. Cavalrymen Zumozo... you do me too well... she said, modestly shaking her head. Thank you for being understanding. Ling-We realized then that she had her mistresses fan and she had indeed left nothing to cover the color of Momoko's cheeks, scarlet. The hope of no one coming and disturbing them though was felt by both girls. Momoko did not doubt officials would have something to say about this if they discovered it. However with his words, his constant offer of understanding. His encouragement and kindness drew Momoko in like a moth to the flame. He had already kissed her and her eyes fell to his lips once more as she waited for his reply. She was closer to him and had been getting closer to him for a little while now. The gesture was so small, so very tiny.... Momoko had not even noticed herself. It was simply an inner desire inside of her.