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Thread: 18th Birthday Gift. (simpleroleplayer & Dahaka)

Ohhh, sis... Betty sighed as her sister sucked on one of her B cups, while rubbing her through her pink cotton panties. mmm, I have wanted that for a long time, yes please. Betty being aroused by the girl of her dreams, made her work a third finger into Alice's pussy, and finger her more intensely. I am so glad I saved myself for you!
Thread: 18th Birthday Gift. (simpleroleplayer & Dahaka)

When Betty added a third finger into her pussy Alice couldn't take it anymore and stopped sucking on her sisters breast to loud out a major orgasm. After about a minute or two of even more intense fingering than before Alice began to cum over her sisters fingers and onto the floor. Uhhhh...I'm cumming...I'm cumming! As she came she rested her head on her sisters shoulder while still rubbing her pussy through her pink cotton panties.
Thread: 18th Birthday Gift. (simpleroleplayer & Dahaka)

Betty smiled wildly at Alice as she drenched her fingers and leaned into her. Betty wrapped her free arm around her and for the first time, she stuck her two middle fingers into her mouth to taste her sister's nectar, as she spread her legs for her older sibling. Giving her a mischievious grin and letting out a girlish giggle in between little whines of pleasure, Betty, having pulled her fingers out of her mouth, now used that hand to grip her sister's wrist as she massaged her pussy through her panties. Oh god...please, Alice! she gasped before passionately kissing her lips.
Thread: 18th Birthday Gift. (simpleroleplayer & Dahaka)

Watching Betty swallow the cum she had on her fingers was a huge turn on for Alice. And when they kissed again she got to get a slight taste of her own nectar. What she tasted she really enjoyed. She ran a finger through some of the cum left on her pussy and sucked it off. Mmmm I taste good. But I bet you taste better Betty. Alice got down on her knees and slowly slid off her sisters panties to reveal her clean shaven wet pussy. She gently began to rub her clit while looking deeply into her sisters eyes. How are we going to explain the mess I made on the floor to Mum?
Thread: 18th Birthday Gift. (simpleroleplayer & Dahaka)

WE make... Betty giggled, lifting herbutt slightly to make it easier for Alice to remove her panties. As for how I taste? Why don't you tell me? Betty asked teasingly as she spread her legs for her sister. How she had fantasized of her sister going down on her, how she longed for her first sexual experience to be with Alice! Take me, sis, you know the truth now. You were always my sexual fantasy. she whispered sultry as her innocence allowed her voice to sound. Alice was sure to recognize the truth in the words spoken, even if the sexy voice attempt fell flat.
Thread: 18th Birthday Gift. (simpleroleplayer & Dahaka)

When Betty spread her legs Alice pulled on them slightly to motion her to lay down on the floor. Once she was on the floor Alice spread her legs open again and began to rub her pussy lips gently with the palm of her hand. After a few seconds of this she then used two of her fingers to open up her pussy and sank her tongue deep inside it. While she did this her hands moved upwards over her sisters body and began to squeeze her perky breasts while looking passionately into her eyes.
Thread: 18th Birthday Gift. (simpleroleplayer & Dahaka)

ohh, Alice... her 16 year old sister whined softly, as she closed her eyes and opened her legs farther, mmm, oh sis that feels wonderful...more please Betty was in ecstasy and not from an orgasm. It being her first time, finally, she didn't know how long she could hold off and enjoy her sister's tongue. oh, Betty LIKE! she sighed happily...ooo if Mum could see how happy Alice made Betty. The thought excited Betty more causing her to arch her back and squirm with sexual pleasure. Alice's touch made her giving herself to Alice definately worth it.
Thread: 18th Birthday Gift. (simpleroleplayer & Dahaka)

Alice started to rub Betty's clit really fast now as she speed up her tongue strokes on her sisters pussy. Alice was really amazed at how much Betty was enjoying this. Had she known her sister had the hots for her all this time she would have done something sooner. Mmmm...your so wet Betty. I fucking love it. After saying that Alice's tongue moved even faster with the intention of making the younger sibling cum.
Thread: 18th Birthday Gift. (simpleroleplayer & Dahaka)

Alice...mmm... Betty whined ecstatic, as her hips begged Alice for more. Anyone walking in on the two now, with Betty's huge grin which was getting wider by the minute, although her teeth were clinched, could see without question there was much more to the sex than just consent. Betty gasped, realizing she couldn't hold back anymore, since it was her dream girl Oh, damn, Alice, I love you! she moaned as her body shook and she lost her virginity to her sister.
Thread: 18th Birthday Gift. (simpleroleplayer & Dahaka)

After a few more licks Betty began to slowly cum and as she did Alice lapped up every bit of the creamy mess. Once she got every last bit she laid on top of her younger sibling and began to play with her hair. Your pussy tastes so nice Betty. And your facial expressions are so hot when you cum. After speaking she slipped her tongue into her mouth and began to make out with her on the floor of the hallway. Unknown to her though their Mother had just pulled up into the drive-way. It seemed the girls Mother had clocked off from work early and was now making her way to the front door.
Thread: 18th Birthday Gift. (simpleroleplayer & Dahaka)

Betty's inexperience of sex shown through as her tongue clumbsily danced with Alice's. Betty positioned herself more so that her pussy meshed perfectly with Alice, and she wiggled against Alice to indicate her next interest as she said, Ohh, my sweet Alice, I wish to be your lover... she cooed.
Thread: Looking for some romance!

walamongi said Maybe it's plain and maybe it's boring to some but I am looking for somebody that is willing to do a romantic roleplay with me. I'm not big into the rough sex, the wild things. I like sweet, cute, and intimate scenarios. I'm sure that's different from the norm on here but I am hoping to find a guy that shares the same tastes as me! I would like this roleplay to take place over AIM or YIM. Please PM me on here if you're interested. Honestly I'd be content with just a simple bfgf but definitely enjoy things more plot oriented than that. Click to expand... I am your guy when it comes to this request, all but the AIMYIM.. Playing over IM is just too hard for me to arrange. I love a sweeet romance, and if you are willing to play in a thread, let me know.
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Thread: Unnamed project

So I've been working on this damn story for five years, hoping to turn it into a book but I'm a right bastard in criticizing my own work so I figure I'll post this and if I need any help maybe some nice people can lend a hand. Also this is my baby so please tear into it, comment, correct and fucking shred it to pieces so i can mend hone, rebuild and make it something worth reading. Also this is my third attempt at a first chapter and is by no means complete...so yeah
Thread: Unnamed project

So ere is a later part of the story I wrote. If you wantneed context I'll fill it in but until then its just a look into the later dynamics of the main duo's travels.
Thread: Who is your Mary Sue?

So I was talking with someone and the Mary Sue thing came up. For some reason I wrote the following utter nonsense this morning, inspiring the question who is your Mary Sue? Maybe someone will write something far more interesting to read than I could imagine and flip the whole Mary Sue thing around. Ok given the definition that's not supposed to be possible. Please don't think that the following is an attempt to make it a good character. If it does, then I guess I failed. Sad face. - - - - - - - - - - Mary-Sue put on her lab coat, adjusted her thin rimmed glasses and checked her perfect make-up in the mirror. She also checked that her gun was nestled properly in its shoulder holster. You never knew when the police would beg for her assistance and so they gave her a concealed carry license. She headed to the lab passing her five framed PhD diplomas, not including her J.D. from Harvard and her M.D. from John Hopkins. She stopped and straightened the PhD frame for having used a rare South American insect she found on her own led expedition to cure a rare cancer. She should have a spent a year more on that. She probably could have cured the others pesky cancers too, but there were more pressing needs that could save even more lives per year if she would only focus and apply herself. She had been slacking lately. She had yet to finish her dissertation on the economic transfer of power given abstract entity forces, she was ABD, all but dissertation, and it should have gotten passed her advisor by now. Also her inability to perfect a French truffle cream sauce nagged at her. She should have gotten that in ten minutes last night, but it took twenty. She was appalled at herself for that. She entered the lab purchased with all the money she made from her medical research, energy research, space aeronautical research, and the most lucrative field of projects, military weaponry. The unfinished laser project piled in the corner really grated her nerves. She paused for a moment. What to work on now? Hmm. Flooding waters affecting island nations? Levitating skate board? Love songs with subliminal messages encouraging teenage abstinence. That was dark. Ooo, she thought, of course, anti-matter. Her red phone rang. It was the President. Screw him, she had things to do.
Thread: F looking for another kind of M

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Thread: F looking for another kind of M

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Thread: Change and Stasis (Candy_demon21 & Greeneyed23)

In terms of great rulers there some powerful names in the history books. Catherine the Great, Queen Victoria, Kings David and Solomon, George Washington, Chaka Zulu, and a host of others from every land, faith, and belief. But one of the most loved names even amongst those mighty peers was King Bernat ruler of the Red Throne in Whyle, the center of the Rhoneland a nation that stretched for more than ten thousand miles from sea to sea and pole to pole. Bernat had ruled for more than sixty years but like his forebears he likely still had at least that many years in him before he went to join them. Health, happiness, and long live were marks of his rule not only for his family but for his people. Science and medicine were making great leaps, the economy was booming and all things within the land were blossoming. The army and navy were the best equipped and best trained alive but they had not been in actual battle since before Bernat married his beloved queen. The knights that served as his right arm both in the military and as protectors of the people in the land rode about seemingly at random always seeming to appear where they were most needed when they were most needed. One of this knights, Sir Timothy of the Green Mountain, and his squire Isaac, had chanced upon a group of ruffians attempting to rape a trio of young ladies. Sir Timothy had ridden in and Isaac had scooped up the ladies carrying them off while Timothy handled the ruffians. Isaac had been reassuring the women when he heard Sit Timothy shout. ISAAC TO ME!!! I NEED YO- Then it cut off into a gurgle. Isaac had ridden down and seeing his master fallen had swept into his murderers in a rage slaying them then sobbing as he took the great knight into his arms. The ladies had gotten help and testified for Isaac who was made a knight and given his master's possessions to return to his home in the capitol and explain to the King, who had been a dear friend of Timothy's, about what had happened. The newly made Sir Isaac was nervous but obeyed and set off toward the capitol missing his master so very much. He had hoped to share this day with him. Now he was gone... Word of mouth had gone before Isaac so Bernat was well aware of the death of his friend. His heart broken he grieved as best he could while he waited for Isaac to arrive.
Thread: Change and Stasis (Candy_demon21 & Greeneyed23)

Isaac arrived to a city of grievers. He gulped as everyone made way for him recognizing the horse and armor as well as the travois that carried the dead knight. Isaac rode slowly until he reached the palace. He called servants for everything else but he picked up the body himself and carried it inside to the Red Throne room. Isaac was unusually taller a full head taller than his master and was built like a bull. His shoulder length golden hair and steel grey eyes were matched with a handsome face that had lost the last of his baby fat years ago. His body was hard with powerful but also quick muscle from years of hard and constant use. Timothy had taught the man to read, write, do his numbers, and a number of other things. Isaac was more than ready to be a knight and he knew it. He just wished his master was not dead and looking at that kind and wise old face broke his young heart. Arriving in the throne room he carried the body to the dais and gently lay before the king then knelt and bowed to his monarch silently letting the king take his time with the sight while the servants laid Sir Timothy's things around his body. Isaac fought back tears as he bowed to the king wishing such a thing had never been. He was in a simple black tunic that barely contained his powerful arms just as his legs bulged out the pants the boots heavy but comfortable his steps having been quite silent. He had gloves but those were with his things in the chest that other servants placed behind him. This also held his weapons and armor but he did not stir or speak knowing that though he had been named a knight it was up to the king to confirm and allow this. For now Isaac had no jewelry but if the king decided Isaac had indeed done all he could to protect his master then Timothy's belongings would pass to him. He did not truly want them but Sir Timothy's wife was long since dead and they had had no children. Isaac could not restrain the tears at the thought of his Master's wife. She had been an exceptional woman who had treated Isaac like her own son which the orphan had and would always be grateful for. To be taken by the plague just before they found ways to fight it. It was too much. Isaac remembered something his Master had taught him and spoke. My lord King. I pledge myself, my life, and my honor to your service. Should you accept me as your knight I will die in the furtherance of your needs and wants. I live to serve you my lord. Despite his position the words were clear and quite sincere. It was up to the king to decide this man's fate now. Isaac waited silently not sure what was to happen but waiting as taught. Silently and respectfully. One does not rush a king.
Thread: Change and Stasis (Candy_demon21 & Greeneyed23)

All went silent the moment the Knight entered the throne room. Soft sobs could be heard from some of the ladies, while the men of the court shook their heads. From where she sat, Elizabeth could see the top of the knight's head. 'That poor man,' the princess thought sadly, feeling her heart ache, 'to have to be the one to bring your friends body forward and keep your head down.' When the body was placed in front of them, the royals looked down to the body, the queen was already in tears and the king attempting to hold back his own. Elizabeth could feel her eyes grow moist with tears, but she refused, she had to stay strong for her father. The Knight was dressed in a simple black tunic that hugged every taunt muscle, the princess didn't know which to stare at, the knight or the body of a fallen friend. Shame on her, such a somber day, only to have her mind wander. She scolded herself inwardly, her eyes locked on Sir Timothy. When the knight spoke, Elizabeth shot a glance over to her father, who looked to her and sighed, Lift your heard Sir knight, you grieve with the rest of us. Today of all days is not the day to bow your head. For a long while Elizabeth sat there silently, Sir Knight, I know not of your name. But I do accept your pledge, if you were trained and brought up by my dear friend Timothy, than you are welcome here in Red Thorne castle. Please,Elizabeth cooed, a soft smile but saddened smile turning up the corners of her full mouth, Stand. You are among friends and should not bow on bended knee. We all grieve, you most of all. The king shot his daughter a look and nodded, She is right, please, stand. I do ask that you tell me how my dear friend fell. Of the many things I have not witnessed in this world, this is the one thing that I wish to know. The princess had begun to gnaw at her bottom lip again anxiously. Her father had accepted the knights title, had even accepted his service, but how would he react to the tragic news?
Thread: Change and Stasis (Candy_demon21 & Greeneyed23)

When Issac had bowed, the young woman had felt her cheeks grow red with a crimson blush. Foolish, she harped, foolish that she should blush at such a common gesture. When the knight had cleared his throat and began to speak, Elizabeth leaned back in her seat and listening to the noble thing the young man had done. He had risked everything for three young girls. Woman of her court no less. No one had seen what had caused the fatal blow to Timothy, all that was certain was that the noble Knight lay cold at their feet. When the nobleman stepped forth, followed by three young girls, Elizabeth felt her heart jump into her throat. To be so young and to have seen the horrors that they had seen only hours ago, she could not imagine a fate worst than death. No need for apologizes, you were right to assume what he is. He is a knight, a knight for Red Throne. The king murmured softly, before falling silent when the girls began. As they spoke, the young woman had kept track of how many men had been killed. Three, to reach the girls, seven more after Sir Timothy had been slain, hadn't Sir Issac said there was a total of fourteen? Where had the other four ruffian's gone? Perhaps they had run like the cowards they were after seeing such a mighty Knight kill seven of their armed brethren. She supposed that the few who had escaped would cause little trouble, they were only four men. With Issac protecting Red Throne, everyone truly was safe. The princess snapped back to reality the moment her mother began to speak. Looking towards the girls, she couldn't help but look them over. So these were her cousins, well second cousins. Sad that they should meet under such circumstances. When the eldest, or so Elizabeth had presumed she was, asked a boon, she looked towards her parents. When it had been granted, the Raven haired princess watched the girls step forward. A sad song began to float through the filled halls. It was a truly beautiful melody, the words, even if she had no idea what they meant, invoked such feelings of sadness and loss. As the song wore on, Elizabeth found herself in tears. If she were to speculate what her cousins sang of, she would have assmed their song was about loss, and despair, and towards the end, an undying gratitude that they could never repay. When the song had ended, all fell silent. From the crowd, many people sniffled and wiped the tears from their cheeks. Elizabeth had been one of them. Look up towards her father and mother, she was thankful that they cried as well. Sir Timothy's passing has taken its toll on all who stand here today,the king addressed the people, Words can not express how much he will be missed. Sir Knight, I wished this had been while our dear friend still lived, but I dub thee a Knight. With this title comes many things, most of all, it comes with knowing that you are the shield that defends the innocenthe motioned towards the young ladies, and the sword that wards of enemies. Sir Timothy would have been proud and will be honored with a warrior's funeral, as he died as such. The king fell silent and held back his tears the best he could.
Thread: Change and Stasis (Candy_demon21 & Greeneyed23)

Even the princes was taken aback. He had just said seven! The two of them had killed a total of seven men...each. This, by no means was an easy feat, but the two had done it, and the way that Issac spoke, it sounded as if it were child's play. The late Sir Timothy and this Sir Issac surly were deadly with a sword, to say that was an huge understatement. Oh to had been able to gaze at them both while they spared, to see their strength and agility it would be as if they were dancing. As a young girl, Elizabeth had watched her father fight with a sword, not fight but spare. He was fast and agile, regardless of his massive size. Looking over the knight again, she wondered if he could move just as fast, even with all the heavy armor she knew he wore. It is quite shocking to hear word that a two men defeated a band of ruffians. But it is a comfort no less.The princess remarked, before falling silent, keeping her gaze locked on Issac once more. The captain followed up with much the same question, and Issac retorted. She should not have been surprised in the slightest, Sir Timothy was strong, master swordsmen, it was no wonder that the man standing before them all was the man's greatest prodigy. Flicking her eyes down towards the paling corpse, the princess, and much the court, shoot their heads. Stabbed from behind, not even given the chance to defend. All is fair in love and war had never been a truer quote than now, but the circumstances still did not make their pain any less. 'Timothy, great warrior that you were, killed by someone who would rather strike from behind. I wish you peace.' Most the conversation between the nobleman and her mother had gone unheard, the princess only heard when Issac's black magic voice broke her through the haze of thought. The next story was even more fantastical and even harder to believe than the last. The Knight who stood before the princess was the sort of hero that bards wrote lymrics and hymn about. To have a hero within their fair kingdom seem almost surreal. Looking over Issac once more, Elizabeth sighed. He had to have been more than human, perhaps he had magic? The notion was silly, of course he didn't! He was human and was taught the sword, simple! When the sound of her mother's clap silenced all chatter, the girl jumped and turned her attention back to the woman. But Issac moved forward in front of the corpse, silencing her mother for a short while. The words he murmured were so sweet but yet had held the sharp edge of sadness that had been plunged into so many heart today. When his final good byes were said, a look came over the man's handsome features that made the princess tilt her head and ponder what would this knight do now that his master was gone. Make ready Sir Timothy, he shall be buried next to his wife with the swords of those who he has slain. The king called out, several guards coming forth to take away the body and prepare him.