PitViper

Tom regarded hus beer mug and the remaining contents, seeing them as very boring. Whag Brielle had offered, what she suggested, seemed much more appealing, and quite frankly, much more intoxicating. He turned his eyes back to Brielle, the smile still broad on his features. Again, he studied the delicate details of her face, the shouldering look jn her eyes, the rise of her cheekbones, the delicate curve of her lips. Her blonde hair, rich and luxuriant, framed her face beautifully, and Tom coild barely believe that she was real, or that this was happening. Was she really perched on his lap, where she coukd definitely feel the aroused state in his jeans? Did she really not mind? Tom decided that beer was, indeed, boring, and that he'd had enough. He felt that there was a sweeter nectar to be had, and Brielle was the one to guide him to it. She knew the club better than he did, after all. He nodded to her, his smile taking on a slightly lusty tone. "Why yes, yes I do, Brielle." He said, confidently. "Would you care to lead the way?"

This was a strange night, indeed, but Tom had no complaints. He'd had cold beer in solitary celebration, and he'd met a stunningly beautiful girl who was, at this very moment, making him feel intoxicated like the beer never could, and in a most wonderful way. "No, Brielle, it's not a shame that I met you, not at all!" Tom corrected over the music. "I just... I guess... " Tom paused, wondering just how to phrase his next words. How to be tactful, without being vulgar or too direct. The fact was, he'd never done anything remotely like this before, so it was all too new to him. "The thing is, when I have a gorgeous girl in my lap, kissing me and inching closer, I start to have wild thoughts in my head." Tom confessed. "Thoughts about her dress, and the amazing body in it. About her gorgeous face, her lovely eyes, and just how damned much fun it is kissing her." All right... thay sounded all right, right? "And now, I think I'm going to kiss you again... but I'm not gonna ask. I'm just going to do it." And just as Tom said, he leaned his face towards Brielle once again, moving slightly upward to engage her lips with his own. Again, his tongue looked for hers, for a dance that had no tune, and as Tom kissed her, he felt a strong and steady ache low down on his body, in the region of his groin, and he was damned sure Brielle could feel it, too. After all, her thigh was right on top of it.

Well, I've come back. I'll stick around, see what we can come up with. I like the place too much.

Honestly, I think I'm out. Our founder isn't even here, and since no one else wants to write....

Arish doesn't present many possibilities as far as writing goes. She's an employee, and she doesn't like men, so... (shrug)

Well, I'm at a complete bloody loss. No one seems interested in story time with Tom, so... (Throws hands up in frustration) I tried. I really did.

New (Ressurected) Idea: 7-28-23 Title: One last adventure under the stars Setup: Our characters have been friends since elementary school, and have had many adventures together. Lots of times over the summers past, they've hiked a short distance to a secret camping space that only they know about. Your character is a girl who comes from a well-to-do family. Rather than be the proverbial rich bitch, though, she has a kind heart and a strong will. The truth is, were it not for her friendship, my character would have died an early death. My character is a guy who grew up poor, and jn a severely abusive house. His parents, both drunks and addicts, never gave a damn about him, unless he did something to displease them. Then the gloves came off. Rather than become a monster like them, he inst3ad dedicated himself to being better than they were, and your character helped with this, a LOT. The Story... Our characters have graduated high school, and are looking college straight in the face (trade school for my guy), and with this, a lot of uncertainty. Our pair decides to take one last camping trip to their secret spot. Along the way, your girl confesses a desire, that she give my guy, her absolute best friend, her virginity. The reason? She doesn't want to merely throw it away on some guy she barely knows, and... she wants it to be special. The thing is, my guy would be giving his, too. [NOTE: Both characters will be 18. Non-negotiable] PM me if you like this.

You're all right, lady. RL always comes first. I just have very little of a life, so writing fills a gap. LOL

New Craving: 7-27-23 I'd like to look into a Master/Pet type of story, where sex vs story id a solid 50/50. Also, I'd like the lady participant to be enthusiastic, and maybe a little on the bubbly/giggly side...? PM if interested.

Tom was still feeling good, even several days after finishing his sux-mjnth long project. It was, after all, the new centerpiece of his museum, and he'd put his heart and soul into it. As such, he was not so much walking through life as floating, grinning a lot over the accomplishment. In another few days, representatives of his benefactors would come and see his diorama, and report back on his success. Until that time, Tom had decided to wander around the Midnight club, to see what else it offered. Hus encounter with Brielle was amazing and quite memorable, and if that trend were to continue, Tom felt he had little to lose by wandering and seeing the sights of the club. Passing through the bar proper, Tom found his way into the clubhouse, and stood to take in the decor, which was just as rich and appealing as the bar's. Smiling, he let his eyes wander slowly, taking in all the sights. So amazed at this, Tom didn't initially recognize that there was a girl standing in the room. He did notice her eventually, though, and offered her a soft, quiet and shy smile. "Well, hello there." He said, warmly, his face just a bit on the shy side. "Is thus your realm? What happens in here?"

Well, my first encounter has stalled. My co-writer's on vacation, so the stall is understandable. Do the rules allow more than one ERP story to exist for a character? If so, I can volunteer Tom for some erotic fun, if there are any takers. (To be quite honest, I'm desperate for another story. Really desperate.)

Sad to say, but it seems that the place has gone stagnant.

New idea: 6-26-23 Title: The Lost Bet Type: Heavily Erotic/sex driven Main aspects: Male virginity Possible secondary aspects: Romance, sexual exploration Setup: Your character, a very popular girl in the university, had taken a bet with one of her peers. Sadly, she lost, and now, in front of all her friends, she finds out what the cost of the lost bet is. She has to sleep with her roommate. And, provide proof that she has. My character: He's a guy who's at the college to study and learn. He's also SUPREMELY awkward around girls, and has never dine anything with one other than talk to her. Yes, he's a virgin. He'll help with the lost bet price, of course, because he's hopelessly smitten with your girl, but she'll find that, after just a but of coaching on what to do, he's really a quick study, and begins to knock her socks off. This is a very vague idea. If you'd like to work it with me, send me a PM.

Some time ago, I tried out a story with a guy down on his luck finding a starving succubus. I remember that story had a lot of potential, and I'd like to try it again, if anyone wants to.

It was true, what they said: The second time was always better than the first. Tom's hands began a little journey of their own, just as Brielle's had. Tom set down his beer mug, which had become increasingly uninteresting in thr shadow of Brielle's grand presence. Now free of the mug's mass, test hand found its way to her knee, where it simply rested, even though Tom wanted that hand to crawl its way up her green-sheathed thigh. He was, after all, a gentleman. The other hand, belonging to the arm at her back, moved up to find the top edge of her green dress, ultimately to find the bare skin of her neck and shoulders, and with the light3dt touch, the tip of his index finger began to mimmick Brielle's actions on his chest. There were no nipples to tease, back there, but even the smallest, tiniest touch to her warm, flawless flesh from a single fingertip was enough to thrill him, excite him. Then the second kiss happened, and Tom knew the truth about the 'second time' saying. Her lips were like sugar, still soft and still warm, and still with just a hint of her drink lingering. Tom, at this point, was feeling a little brave, so he let his tongue slip forward in case Briell's own tongue wanted to have a little dance. The kiss went on for an eternity for Tom, who was quickly losing himself. When he finally broke for air, some moments later, he gazed at Brielle, marveling at her eyes, the sublime structure of her face, the perfect arc and curve of her lips. And, yes, his mind had wandered to that forbidden place, the place where Tom found the intrigue of the girl inside the green dress to be more intoxicating than all the booze in this place. "It's a goddamn shame we met here." Tom said, looking deep into Brielle's eyes. "I would love to have met you someplace more... private, secluded." Tom's finger continued its little dance at the base of Brielle's neck, and he pondered what to say next. "I don't mind saying... I am fast becoming very, very attracted to you."