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Guilty. I do have a poster... two technically—only one hanging up though. I bought it off of a local game store after they were hit with a lawsuit that forced them to auction off everything and close. They were very good to me, and I was sad that I couldn't do more (the whole thing felt like a funeral where you auction off the deceased's possessions... while they watch you... just a very weird mix of being super sad and 'wow, that's a great deal on a copy of Ogre'. ) The next person has played a board game (not a tabletop rpg) that took more than eight hours to finish.

Mitsuko eyed them as they went. Jumi really encouraged her to do it? Sing in front of them? She was capable of singing melodies but she was nowhere as good as other magical girls or even normal girls when it came to that. "Wait, you are serious...? You want me to... I mean, if she likes it.~", she said while turning her head to Shinigami who now appeared to be more focused on Jumi after she had spoken. "You said... Secret half-demon? You humans harbor non-humans commonly or is there something I'm not understanding? I thought you despised non-humans.", she said to the fairy, with her usual tone of annoyance but, as much as possible, without so

Azreal finished his shower as he felt the cold air rush over him. He looked at himself in mirror as he took a step back his eyes wide. He just sore he had seen his brother in the mirror. He stood his head as he felt something roll down his cheeks. He looked back up into the mirror seeing he was crying. "No...no this is what I wanted. I want her..I want them.....he he was in the way." He said as he turned away and began to dry himself off. Azreal was always told at a young age to not show weakness and that crying was a form of weakness. He wouldn't let anyone see him like this ever. He took a deep breathe as he used his hair drier to dry

The next poster, fuck, I dunno, has a poster.

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@WritesNaughtyStories But what about the next poster?!

That's The Breakfast Club. "No dad, what about you!" Wise choice not to use gravel and thumbtacks. Not saying how I know. But, no, not guilty: share the stories. I enjoy them and hope people enjoy mine too.

This was getting frustrating. But Jumi had committed to seeing this through and was not going to snap at Shinigami, she somewhat understood Shinigami’s feelings, hoped Shinigami would understand she and Mitsuko were trying to help. All three of them were likely going to have to do things they would prefer not to to make this work, but charging ahead blindly, fighting anyone who did not approve would just go badly for all of them. At least Mitsuko was making efforts to try to lighten the mood, though they would have to see how effective it would be. An interesting choice, something Shinigami could potentially participate in, if she wan

Hoping the new character I put up also helps a little bit with ideas or just how things are laid out.

I'm going to avoid answering for a moment to tell a story that made me laugh about improvised lubrication. Years ago my sister and I were thumbing through a magazine (yes, an actual magazine, so you can guess how ridiculously old we both are) and there was a little tear-out postcard that you could fill out to get a free sample of KY Jelly. Of course we wanted a free sample of KY Jelly, so she filled out the card, and then she started giggling, then laughing, then her eyes were watering she was laughing so hard, and I'll be honest, I had no idea what could possibly be so amusing about her name and address on a post card, so I looked.

Not guilty. Sticky! And I really only like fresh whipped cream, which means we have some work to do ahead of time, then the whole losing air and turning back to cream....wow, no. Next poster has used an improvised lube for sex.

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Not guilty, though I love the idea of cooking, I am not a very good cook, heck the first time I made brownies for myself, I added 3 times the amount of vegitable oil needed... And added too little water the second time… only getting it right the third time with help. Oh yeah did I mention this was all within the same day? the next person has used whipped cream during an intimate moment with a partner to spice up the session~

Kari watched as his man used inhuman speeds to close the distance between him and monster. She thought to herself . 'So this is how powerful a Knight truly is.' Her Ojigi plants curled around her as she rested a bit , as they protected her from any incoming threat as she tried to regain some magical power. She watched the man summon his fire as her eyes widen seeing him take a hit. "NO" She gasped seeing the blood coming from his chest. Her Ojigi's knew their master was worried about the man seeing the blood but just then Kari was shocked watching the monster burn in crimson flames and turn to black ash. Once the monster was destroyed h

Not Guilty. I love candy, but I don't eat much due to restrictions/reactions. I do use oranges a fair amount and when I feel up for it, I save the peels to make candied orange peel, though it's usually better as a drink garnish than a candy. The next person has cooked a meal for more than a dozen people at one time.

Those all sound like good themes. I'd be up for any of them, including Easter. I also don't see the harm in pulling from an old challenge now and again, particularly if it didn't get much participation the first time.

Guilty. That Warrior Nun game ain't gonna write itself. Next poster has a favorite candy they feel is childish.

Semi-guilty? Some of them, yes. A lot of them, not yet... but I'm working on it! Izzy, the eternal "work in progress"! The next person needs someone to give them a swift kick in the ass to get going on something they should already be going on.

Been guilty of it for too many years. The next poster overcame brain issues to live a more fulfilling life

Nothing but quiet. Was he intentionally forcing her to wait, or taking care of other things? Not that she wanted to see him, but there was a different sort of torment to wait in this room, alone, bound like a prisoner. There was not much she could do, other than try to sleep, which was not very likely. Try to remember pleasant memories. Try to think of how to endure this. There was not much else she could do. She was too weak to fight Azreal, there was no escape from what he intended to do to her. But she could not imagine herself giving in. How could she? She hated everything about him. It did not matter how badly he wanted her.

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"Hmph! You say that as if it's my fault." Austin retorted with a huff, obviously playing into what the woman said. Austin's meal consisted of six large sandwiches, egg and steak with mayo on Texas toast. His side consisted of a massive basket of seasoned curly fries or, "Susie Q's," As what some townsfolk called them. It was obvious that the larger plate of food was still quite warm, and with his coffee almost gone so was the food to be soon. Using a knife, Austin cut each of the sandwiches in half triangles to help with portioning, not that it matters since he usually finishes his plate. It was... A surprisingly nice day. Aside f