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Thread: Beautiful Little Secret [Chai & Reydan]

Books lay open haphazardly on her bed now that she was out of the bath and dressed in just underwear and a t-shirt, with her laptop also opened to a multitude of research papers and articles. Her own assignment essaya look at cultural changes through social mediasat empty on the screen in front of her save for the title, her name, and her professor's name on the cover page. Her brown eyes seemed to linger for far too long on Dr. Dwayne Johnson typed below her own, and after a moment she looked away, feeling a sudden wash of embarrassment come over her. Or was that guilt? Guilt over what, though? Cynthia had to remind herself that Dr. Johnson was blissfully unaware over the true identity of SummerSin, and that in no way, shape, or form did it count toward unfair academic treatment. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of possibly wanting him to know. It was so naughty, so unexpected. It was like every college girl's dirty fantasy, and here life was handing it to her on a silver platter. And then, for the first time since she'd started her life as SummerSin, she wondered if the man even liked what he saw. She wondered if he liked her delicate form, the softness of her thighs, or the perky ass that she'd worked hard to tone. She wondered if she was the type of girl he'd like to fuck. Then her phone buzzed and she was drawn out of her thoughts, only to be placed in dirtier ones. Professor Johnson had responded not just with words, but with a video of his own, his hands now reaching down to his sweatpants and pulling them down. Lower , Cynthia thought hungrily, her eyes glued to the screen, Lower . And lower it went until his cock sprang up from its confinement, causing her breath to catch in her throat. She knew what happened after that. She could feel her panties damp from her wetness. Her imagination was already running wild with thoughts of him entering her, splitting the lightly tanned skin of the lips below with his dark shaft, the contrast of their skin as he pressed into her... Her inner muscles contracted deliciously in rhythm with those thoughts, and she found herself turning on her camera once more. Propping her phone up against a stack of books, Cynthia faced the camera towards herself, her face was cropped out as always but leaving an appreciable view of the rest of her body. One leg was was propped up on the floral printed sheets, and the other lay in the opposite direction, the soft folds of her pussy now in full display as she pushed her navy blue thong to the side. They glistened with her arousal, the lips swollen and flushed, hinting at the pink flesh within. The video she took was shorta few seconds of teasing reallyof her trailing her fingers across her sex, circling her clit once before dipping her middle finger within. Doing something fun before I sleep, Cynthia typed, smiling, then sent.
Thread: Beautiful Little Secret [Chai & Reydan]

Rrrrrrp rrrrp rrrp. The buzzing of his phone brought Dwayne back from the circular, critically flawed, logic of the current essay he was marking. It was one of those essays that never seemed to get to the point, circling and circling an actual statement of intent like a commitment phobic boyfriend orbited a woman who would be perfect for him without ever sealing the deal. He sighed, fingers working the temples of his weary head. Only about twelve more to go he reckoned. He was leaning against the sofa, sitting on the floor of his apartment, surrounded by piles of work. Reaching back, without taking his eyes off the essay in his left hand, he groped for the phone left on the couch seat behind his head with his right. Grasping the slippery piece of glass and metal, he drew it back expecting it to be an email from a student or perhaps, God forbid, something from the Dean. Yet it wasn't. Dwayne had swiped open the screen without looking and was suddenly treated to a glimpse of sexual heaven. Small, soft, fingers worked those sweet little wet folds. He could practically taste her honey, watching it glisten on her sex. The clip was mere seconds, just a glimpse, but he watched it again and again, rolling around on his screen, dark eyes transfixed on the pale body before him. He was hard, instantly so, his cock straining his sweat pants. 'Fuck' he breathed under his breath, everything else all but forgotten. It was easily the most erotic thing he had seen in quite a few years. He could just image his hands parting those thighs, spreading her small legs wide, making way for his aching shaft to seek out her tight young.... I can see he tapped back, fingers clumsy on the keypad as his arousal hummed in his system. What a good idea... and with that he reached down, sliding his erect cock from his pants. One dark hand ran up and down the hard shaft, his voice groaning in appreciation as he did so, the other hand filming the event close-up. Just a shot of his crotch, really. Up-down-up-down and a long, low groan, before he sent it back. He shook his head. He really had to get back to work. But that had been a fun distraction. Glancing at the clip of SummerSin one more time, though, he noticed something that caught his eye. Just in the corner there, near a quivering leg on that floral bedspread. Was that...a Stanford lanyard? He couldn't see the associated ID badge, but he swore he recognised the colour and pattern of the thin fabric ribbon.
Thread: Beautiful Little Secret [Chai & Reydan]

The familiar bustle of the cafe greeted Dwayne as he stepped through the door. Friday evenings were a long one for him. Tutoring, seminars, lectures, usually some marking, and finally two hours of office hours where students usually appeared to bitch about their work, or their asshole dormmates, or just that they were missing home. He liked it, being dependable, and felt a duty of care towards them. They were just starting out on life as adults and University was a tough place. But still, it was exhausting. 'Hey Steve' he called, seeing the bearded proprietor behind the counter. It was gleaming, as always, rich wood and shining steel and brass. 'Pro-fess-orrrrrrrr' the middle-aged owner grinned, shooting Dwayne finger guns over the top. It was an old ritual, a something and nothing, that kept them going. He had known Steve, as a casual acquaintance mind you, since COFFEE MINGLE had opened six years ago in one of the little streets near campus. It had become a haven for him, not least because it was just that perfect distance from Campus to have dissuaded 90 odd percent of the student and faculty body from frequenting its calm little atmosphere. Steve was already making up his usual order, so Dwayne slipped past the end of the dark mahogany counter and into the little tiled bathroom. Inside, leaning back against the door as he shut and locked it, he tugged out his phone. To his interested surprise, there was already something waiting from her. He drank in her soft curves in that image, leaning back and exhaling heavily. It was maybe a changing room at a shop or maybe a pool. Definitely not at home, that was for sure. He felt his heart beat faster at the idea that she had already done what he had contemplated. The public nature of it was just...something else. He was unable to get her out of his head. His hand fumbled with the buckle of the belt and then his pants were around his knees, along with his underwear. He angled the camera out, out from his groin to take a full on snap of his thick erection. No comment, just sent as it was to her. Full on. A reaction shot of her teasing. As he came out of the bathroom a minute later, sliding the dollars over the counter to Steve and picking up his coffee, he saw her. Claire...Caitlin...no...it was Cynthia. Cynthia was the name. He knew it now. And with a rush, he suddenly knew where from. He, and some of the other faculty members, had been talking about seeing if she would apply to do a PhD. Some were worried that she wasn't up to it, intellectually, but as Dwayne had stepped in to defend her, he had been given the task of making the approach. 'Cynthia...can I sit down?' he asked with a slight smile.
Thread: Beautiful Little Secret [Chai & Reydan]

The next photo was more risqu than the last. It was her in a gorgeous set of lingerie, a dark plum color that complimented her milky skin tone and dark brown almost black hair that fell down to just above her waist. The lace was barely see-through, the outline of her nipples peeking through the sheer material, and her legs looking impossibly long. She was slightly above average height herself, but the tilt of the standing mirror coupled with how the panties sat on her hips made her legs look like they were built for the runway. Smooth and toned with a perky little ass to top it all off. She'd just barely opened his Snap and sent her own in return when she heard footsteps approach then stop, followed by the deep rumble of the a voice that made her stomach go wild with butterflies for a brief moment. Dr. Johnson! Of course, go ahead, Cynthia replied, locking her phone and setting down on her lap. She scrambled to get her book and laptop moved to the side, offering an apologetic smile as her professor sat across her. Sorry my stuff's everywhere, I usually just come here to chill and read when I don't feel like going out. I mean, out -out, at the bar. And call me Cyn, everyone does. Cynthia tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, giving a soft, sweet grin. While she participated in group discussions in class, she wasn't normally this seemingly talkative or carefree in her academic life. Most of her professors would have described her as intelligent and hard-working, but also quiet and modesttraits that flagged her as bright enough to stand out, yet not enough to pick her apart from her peers, especially those that commanded more attention in the classroom. She looked down, eyes flicking for a split second toward her phone under the table, her fingers working across the screen to send a message to Dr. Johnson. I hope you like the private show , she typed, then hit enter and looked back up to the man in front of her. So what's up?
Thread: Beautiful Little Secret [Chai & Reydan]

He sat, watching her grin up at him, tucking a stray strand of her dark hair behind her ear. Quiet. That was his main understanding of Cynthia Kim. Of course she was the sort of girl to find a coffee shop bolt hole with her laptop and headphones in between lively moments. He had to suppress a chuckle at that. Once you were past 30 suddenly everyone younger than you started to seem like they lived in some sort of pop-music video heady swirl of a life as opposed to your own more...sedate existence. As he sat Dwayne felt his phone buzz, insistently, in his hand. He placed it screen down on the table, setting his cup of coffee a safe distance away, and looked at her with a smile. Trying to put her at ease. 'Cynthia...Cyn the' he said with a grin. 'I wanted to...see how you were feeling about the upcoming written assignment'. This was a good opening gambit, he'd felt, a neutral 'how are you doing' question rather than an outright expression of concern or a drilling down on her. Something nice and safe and easy that wouldn't shake things up too much for her. 'It carries triple weighting, as I said in the last lecture' he reminded her, taking a sip of the hot coffee as he watched for a reaction. He hated putting students on the spot, but this was too important. His phone buzzed again, that notification impatient, and he felt, despite his head being in work-mode, a little trill of excitement run up and down his spine. What was it? Was it her? What had she sent him back.... He refocused. Young woman. Student on the edge. Needs a helping hand. Focus Dwayne. Do your job. 'Cyn, I...if you felt you needed any particular advice, or wanted to bounce ideas off me, or anything like that...I hope you know my door is always open to you. There's been a fair bit of excitement in the Departmental Office about the idea that you might want to pursue further study with us at our...graduate school' he said, folding his hands in front of him. Over the cool plastic of his phone, feeling it buzz again. 'Excuse me' he said, flipping it over, craddling it from her view in his large dark hands. His eyebrows rose. Quite the selfie. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but there she was, wrapped up like a teenage boy's wet dream. The angle of the photo made her seem long, beautiful and slender but curved in just the right places. His eyes traveled up that soft hued skin, tracing her neck. Whether she knew it or not, the picture had caught just the edge of a cute little chin and soft red lips.... 'Ahhhmmm hummm' he cleared his throat, flipping it back face down and looking at the student ahead of him. 'Please forgive me...the Dean. So, can I get you to open up about your work so far Miss Kim?' He shuffled, a little awkward in his seat, aware that that last interaction had caused him to become a little hard underneath the table opposite her.
Thread: Beautiful Little Secret [Chai & Reydan]

She watched his phone buzz for the third time on the table, the edges of the screen lighting up even as it was face down on the dark wood, before he finally checked it. His eyes seemed to wander across the screen not in the typical left to right movement of a text, but all over the screen, likely taking in the deep purple lace that left little to the imagination. It was certainly a contrast to what she was wearing now it might have been hard to guess they were even the same person, with Cynthia's form currently hidden under a baggy hoodie and some thigh highs, and her long hair piled to the top of her head in a loose bun. My work? I mean, the writing assignment is going great! I'm not in trouble, am I? She joked, pausing to take a bite of the bagel beside her, though her eyes lit up at the mention of graduate school. Seriously? That'd be amazing, that's like, every student's dream at Stanford. Weird, though, I always thought you guys... Her voice trailed off momentarily. She'd meant to say that she'd always thought her professors never took notice, but it seemed like a such a silly, amateur thing in the moment that she left it out. I always you guys couldn't play favorites, she giggled, the phrase coming out more flirtatious than she intended. Of course, not that she assumed Dr. Johnson was playing favorites with her. In fact he hardly even knew her, even within the context of the classroom. A sheepish grin crossed her face. There was no taking it back now, but she could at least pass it off like a joke. She tried to look as contrite as possible despite the growing feeling of thrill and desire that hummed through her body, though the excitement of academic greatness was also a point of interest. Cultural Anthropology was a lot of reading, creating case studies and ethnographic research, but she loved it and was passionate about it all the same. Dr. Johnson's senior level class was an introduction to independent research many of the students taking it were entertaining the thought of going to graduate school. I'd love to show you what I'm working on, she continued enthusiastically, Although I have class during your usual office hours. Is there any way I can do it by appointment? Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons are when I'm usually free. Then she stole a glance at her phone once more, sending the professor a fully nude photo, her glossy red lips peeking out in a smile just under the cut-off of the picture. She knew she was pushing things, pushing him, but that's just the way she wanted it.
Thread: Fx Male Wanted Dominate Male for Long Term Role Play

I updated in my request thread but I am going to update here as well. Do not PM me to start a role play then we get it going and then tell me your too busy, please consider what your RL is before we get started.
Thread: Fx Male Wanted Dominate Male for Long Term Role Play

Bump time
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Thank goodness it tuesday we are one day closer to Friday
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Trapped by snow storm so this would be a good day to start a new role play
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Saturday is a good day to start a new role play
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Happy Sunday
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Updated with a new craving
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Sunday bump day lol
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Would love to build a role play with some one
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Friday nights are for bumping
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Updated some things but it so hard to find an active partner
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still looking for an active partner
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Another day another attempt at a partner
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Havent bumped in a while looking for some fun again
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Thread: Quiet as a Cat. Sneaky as a Spider (Alpha and x23kinney)

It was an oddly quiet night. Not that quiet was a bad thing in Peter's mind. Quiet meant fewer thugs on the streets, fewer people that needed help and for Peter, it meant a chance to relax, at least a little. Being a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was the kind of job that made him wonder about his blood pressure some days, though when dealing with supervillains was a major part of what someone did on a weekly basis blood pressure would be the least likely thing to get kill someone. From his perch atop The Empire State Building, New York seems small, and his own concerns in life just a smaller part of that small place. He took a deep breath. And took a step off the edge of the building. There was always a rush, adrenaline pulsing through his system as he plumitited towards the streets, the sound of the rushing wind filling his ears. He reached out with one hand, the gentle Thiwp of the webshooter as a strand of webbing arced outwards, catching on to the side of a nearby building. His momentum carried him forward till he'd reached the Apex of his swing before fireing off another thread and another, swinging through the city with ease, humming a tuneless song to himself, about himself.
Thread: The Genie Contract ((MysteriousD and freckled_beauty))

1527 NO! NO! Let me go! Her voice bounced off the marble walls of the palaces court room. The two guards threw the frail woman down to the floor. She had cuffs on her wrist and ankles and around her neck as well. The moment she hit the floor the cuffs were connected to magical chains that came up from the floor. Her eyes looked up at the guards then to the front of the room where the magic council menebers sat in their chairs. Oraya Harmon. You stand before us, the magic council, guilty of stealing a fairy childs magic and selling it to a human. For this crime you will be imprisoned for 2 millennium. You cant. You cant do this! She screamed as the council clapped their hands and began the spell that would keep her enslaved. 2019 Estate Sale the front lawn and drive way had all sorts of things laid for the sale. Among all the items a single dusty tarnished and rusted oil lamp sat. For years the lamp had sat untouched and a mystery to the seller. It had previously belonged to the sellers father but he was now dead and the lamp sat on a table with a tag that read 16.
Thread: The Genie Contract ((MysteriousD and freckled_beauty))

It has been pretty rough for Diego. He was a college graduate who found little use in his degree namely because it's hard to do film work without a car or a desire to drive and he had little coin in his pocket. As such, he did odd jobs and so on to make some money and support his parents. However, he had been also trying to write and so on so he could move out and for the most part, felt like he was stuck in life. He was right now in Atlanta, having taking a tour of the city that he went to college with and noticed that there was an estate sale going on. He did not go to this part of town, it being the result of him taking the train and the bus here for it to be interesting. One of which was a dusty old oil lamp. For some reason, instinct beckoned him to buy it. He was not an impulsive buyer, but for some reason, he felt compelled to. He gave a 20 and putting his change in, he took it home with him. It was a long ride, managing to catch an express bus and his folks picking him up. He would be left alone by himself in the house. He began cleaning the lamp...
Thread: The Genie Contract ((MysteriousD and freckled_beauty))

The gentle rubbing activated the lamp and awoke the genie sleeping inside. Deep swirling blue and purple smoke poured from the spout and fell towards the floor. It was unnatural in the way the smoke moved as if it was alive in some way. Thick and heavy it continued to flow from the spout of the lamp and began to take a shape. At first it was just a blob of swirling smoke then it formed into the shape of a woman...a naked woman. When her form was complete the smoke began to disperse and vanish. Left on Diego's floor was a woman with olive colored skin and hair so black it rivaled the night sky. She was so still it could be wondered if she was even alive. That question was quickly answered when she inhaled deeply as if breathing for the first time when one comes up from under water. She blinked her amethyst colored eyes open and looked around her new surrounding. Things were blurry and fuzzy, her mind still trapped in a haze. She moaned softly and tried to sit up but she was weak. She always felt this way after coming out of her lamp. It would take some time for her to get on her feet. As she pushed up on her hands she wobbled and fell back down. Her eyes met with his for a brief moment and then she passed out.
Thread: The Genie Contract ((MysteriousD and freckled_beauty))

Diego was not sure what would happened. He did not expect a genie to appear. Or that said genie was a sexy attractive nude woman. His face became red though he was broken out of his stupor when he saw her inhale and come up and he saw her look at him. Before he could say anything, she would end up passing out again. Diego was very relieved that his folks were out for the night and that he could put her into the guest bedroom, letting her rest. All while he decided to go and make something for her... What did genies eat? He made her a grilled sandwich along with a glass of lemonade before he went up to check up on her. Hey... You okay? he asked her after a while.
Thread: The Genie Contract ((MysteriousD and freckled_beauty))

The genie woke up and was greeted by a brand new surrounding. She slowly sat up and as she did the blankets covering her slid down and exposed her chest. Where am I? She questioned and touched the back of her hand to her head. Her eyes drifted to the door and looked at the man who entered. She noticed the things he was carrying, it smelled good. I...uhh...I am. She said and nodded pulling the blanket back up to cover herself and extend her hands taking the plate from him. She began to eat the sandwich and gave a smile and little moan of deliciousness. Thank you. Can you tell me where I am, and who you are? She asked.
Thread: The Genie Contract ((MysteriousD and freckled_beauty))

Diego was trying not to stare, but it was a bit hard, given that she was an attractive woman who was nude in the bed after all. However, he did snap back to focus when she began talking to him. My name is Diego and you are in my parents' home. Who are you? Are you a genie? Diego asked her, wondering if this was indeed one of the impossible things that was indeed becoming true.