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  2. Based on the famous "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." anecdote, but with a more fittingly ED theme. You can use contractions, punctuation, compound words, whatever tricks you need, but you may only use six words total. No more, no less. Exactly six. Or in Latin, sex. See? The number was significant after all. I don't actually know Latin. I'll give you all a terrible one so nobody feels like they'll have the worst one. Regrets or not, they were siblings.
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  4. "Mm..." Toshiro gave it some thought as he gently dunked two cubes of sugar into the tea whilst the miniature bag was still diluting the water, "Could get into botany? Since you're good with plants, I'd imagine you becoming a local herbalist and managing your own greenhouse. Could go big too and sell your produce not only at the farmer's market but also to the private grocery stores... But I'm just speculating." And as for that very question that Kari asked, what did the intense young man do besides his knights duty? To answer that, "I work as a bodyguard for my eldest brother, Takamo Tatsuba." Reaching into a pocket, Toshiro pull
  5. BL3 feels like it was written by a bunch of out of touch millennials trying to appeal to zoomers. "Streamers are popular with the young 'uns, right? So let's make the antagonists streamers!" It also came out in the era where a lot of people in the entertainment industry put it into their head that the definition of a strong, female character is being an obnoxious narcissist that remains as such from start to end (looking at you, Ava). The writing is also incredibly inconsistent. The player character/Vault Hunter literally doesn't exist in main story cutscenes... Until suddenly they do. It's like it was written by several people
  6. Every time I try other borderlands besides 2. They just don't hit the same. I WANT to like others but I can get into them. I'm still holding out for the next one being good, but for now I will ride my meat bicycle withe Krieg...
  7. I tend to put a lot of work into my character creation - their backgrounds, how they came to be where they are in the story, setting them up in ways that can be referenced in the future. While I like spontaneous twists and turns in stories, I like to discuss the general direction with my partners, making sure we're on the same page. So when we go through all that, I create the character, I write up the lengthy, detailed intro, ... and then not only be forgotten by my partner, but when I ask if they plan to respond, to be told that they changed their minds... yeah, that ticks me off. Especially since it has happened multiple times. Pages
  8. ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! Thank you for taking the time to look through this rough forum. I hope the title of my post interests you, and I hope that my explanation of what I have been searching for further piques your interest. As you can see from the title, I have been looking forward to doing a plot concerning pissplay for quite a while now. The niche I like for that particular kink, though, is that the act of getting pissed on is done not for the sake of humiliation and degradation, but more like an intimate and pleasing act that is pursued by both parties with written consent, or the one getting pissed on is dominantly seeking to get urine
  9. Message me privately and we can get a story going!
  10. Now...I love the game so much, I really do... BIT WHY THE HELL IS THE STORY SO CORNY! I AND MANY OTHERS HAVE WRITTEN BETTER STORIES FOR SMUT! STORIES WHERE THE CHARACTERS ARE CONSTANTLY FUCKING, AND YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT PEOPLE WHO ARE PAID TO WRITE GOOD SUCK THIS BADLY!?
  11. Captain Magda Payarkoon loved her comrades. She loved each of them in the deeply human way revolutionaries who shared hopeful visions and lives of struggle and privation to realize those visions often do. She loved each the men and women who fought beside and for her, often in a slightly maternal way, individually and collectively. They were a chosen community that had become an adoptive family. As Magda slid her willfully bound arms down Emily's cybernetic legs, she felt herself cross a threshold. She loved Emily for giving her this. For letting her not be in charge. She loved Emily for taking charge of her. Yielding to her was a divine
  12. Hi I have two ideas for this story. common elements in both stories: 🩵 gentle female dom (preferably played by me - nothing crazy, dom… she would be the lead in initiating and allowing things to happen, I would consider myself vanilla but if you share your kinks I think we will find fun things we can incorporate) 🩵 isolated environment (no other characters, a ‘locked up situation) Story ideas: 1. Prince and his maid the prince will soon to be married to a princess his parents pick for him. They tried to keep the beautiful prince isolated from the outside world as much as possible so
  13. Alright! This is a simple and relatively quick thing! You just say your least favorite moment with a partner, whether it be rudeness or them leaving! There are only a few rules! - No saying their username - Be...somewhat gentle with it, no MAJOR namecalling or anything unless you are quoting something they said - If you see something that seems...familiar(You ARE the person), then do NOT make a fuss about it, at least publicly. (PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THIS GAME BREAKS A RULE OR SOMETHING) -------------------------- With that being done, I'll go first! My longest running roleplay partner at the tim
  14. ((Ignore the watersports kink if you aren't into that. Feel free to respond with whatever response you’d like! Just make it fun. Alexander let out a disgruntled groan, his brows furrowing in irritation. Their bathroom had been undergoing much-needed maintenance for the past few days, creating a rather inconvenient dilemma. With the facilities out of commission, if Alex needed to relieve himself, his options were limited: he could either trek the mile to the nearest gas station or attempt to find a more private spot outdoors. The thought of making the long walk to the gas station nagged at him, filling him with annoyance. He was a
  15. Mitsuko waited, with a sort of smile. She was exactly thinking about sending further prayers, assuming that it was enough but her eyes watched around, unaware of what Jumi had prayed about. What Umi said only managed to get her a little excited, without really expecting anything. Shinigami's case was a difficult one but she was still hopeful. Her trust in Jumi made her wish that, whatever she had prayed about, her prayers would also come true. Their coming there to this altar at least felt more comforting than the experience at the library. There was something positive and wishful about what was going on and the valkyrie hoped to see more of
  16. Willing to be a submissive for ya!
  17. What to do? They had little to lose, this was their best chance of finding a better solution. If it worked. Some sort of miracle maybe? Some sort of deal? Could they get something? It was maybe worth trying. If the one was willing to help once, maybe he could again. Or maybe the Demi-god ancestor and founder of the temple would help. She decided to be a little bolder (You been watching me for a while? Friend of Alexandrine, sister of your descendant Hikaru’s wife. These guys have done a good job of keeping the temple going. But this isn’t about me. Shinigami over there, not sure exactly what she is, but she is not a demon. Tryin
  18. Wait, were they law enforcement after all? Damn it. She still could not hear everything, or remember if she knew the man casually, but they clearly had another interest in this man. She was a punk, a street criminal, she was quite familiar with sneaking things into hands of people who were not supposed to see it. But motives for that varied, was he involved in her sort of life or closer to what those two May have been after all? She was tempted to sneak off, but she had gone too far and she was still not certain what these two were or what they were really up to. Better to stick around for the moment, though now she wondered whether she
  19. If I weren't a professional I'd probably get wet thinking about what could happen in the moment here. But I am a professional. Even professionals could get aroused, she figured. That was the only excuse for her own current arousal, enough that it gave the thin curve of her mound only the faintest pink flustering and only a miniscule hint of moisture. Her face was only heated from embarrassment. It wasn't the thoughts of what they could be doing in the moment, of what Dalton might have done had he lacked willpower. He was also a professional, after all. Professionals didn't fumble into those sorts of traps! "A public figure" she whis
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  21. Mitsuko followed closely to her friend and, like a guest to someone's home, she simply did the same as Jumi did. Shinigami, for herself, leaned against a wall and observed quietly, not judging or anything. Only a glimpse of curiosity shone in her eyes, wondering what this would be about. Once Umi came closer to offer advice, Mitsuko listened carefully. Honest prayers... She was free to ask for anything, even if it might not bring any answers. She was not sure if she could see it like making a wish but gods probably did not work like that. There was much that she could pray for, if she were to do that. Her life was changing but so was her safe
  22. And post in. :3 Dalton's probably going to be confused about what kind of infidelity case involves showing papers and flash drives to other people ... Unless its blackmail material... <.<
  23. 'Hm, maybe we got off on the wrong foot because she was drunk... I'll apologize to Ryoko when Evi's mission is done.' Dalton assured himself inwardly as Ryoko seemed to catch his look and almost threatened to pull something else down. Damn it, why did such a nice dance have to be happening while he was trying to help Evi with her work?! ... No, this was more important, making sure the catgirl got what she needed to further the case she was hired on. Just because this club openly welcomed all forms of decadence within reason didn't mean he could shirk his responsibilities as an agent of law enforcement, even if he wasn't true police... N
  24. Annabelle was on fire. No, she was fire. As her mentor caressed her hips and over her ribs with those beautiful hands, still slightly tacky from the sugar and dough she'd been working with only moments before, Annabelle felt the echoing rush of the two inexplicably swift orgasms she'd received in less time than it took to roll out a tray of bagels. The sensation of Miss Elizabeth's tongue gliding up between her folds, curling as it pushed hard to seek after her retreating clit, drew a panting shiver from the younger woman, and Annabelle's lips parted in a cracked whimper as her hips squirmed and she tried to keep her trembling knees apart. Mi
  25. Heh. : p Glad to see the main bar and dance floor topic pick up again! Picked up a new game today (which I should have gotten last month, but this month is closer to something else), but I'll get my post in again before I start to sink my teeth into it.
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