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."

So, she liked playing little games? That was alright. Tom liked that. He liked how Brielle felt, too. How she felt sitting on his legs, how she felt in his arm, and how her lips felt against his own. He liked all these things so much, his mind started to wander where it shouldn't have. It had been long, way too long, since Tom had even wondered what a girl looked like naked. The last time, during his college years, had resulted in him finding out and a trio of fiery months of romance, or so he thought. Then, after those three months, he'd found that girl in the arms of a football hero from their school, and the look on her face as she saw Tom see her, was an expression that told Tom how much of a fool he was. Maybe... Maybe... it was time to change the rules. Maybe it was time to wonder again, and to ponder the idea of Brielle, and of all the wondrous mysteries that green gown of hers held. Tom took a sip from his beer, more to address the hot dryness in his throat than anything else. Then, after setting the glass mug back down, he returned his eyes to Brielle's. "So, pretty lady, may I sample your lips again?" He asked, the serene smile back on his face. "It'd make this humble guy before you very, very happy."

Thread bump. Craving something with a bubbly, giggly gentle Femdomme against my poor, hard-luck fellow. PM for idea details.

Tom would remember this moment as if it happened in slow motion, a series if thoughts, sensations, and reactions that he knew had happened all at once, but in his mind, were all singular and profound on their own, and when remembered together... When Brielle moved to his lap, Tom's arm slipped out to wrap around her. It was a reflex kind of move, intended to provide support so that she wouldn't fall, but... when hus arm snaked around her body, he was amazed at how it felt to hold her. She seemed so much smaller than his mind had anticipated, her presence being so much larger than life itself. Still, as he held her, he felt the dress she wore, and the body underneath. She seemed lighter, too, than he'd expected. Settling on his lap proved no real problems, as she seemed as light as a feather, and perfectly made to fit right where she landed. Be it her confidence or her boldness, Tom didn't care. He liked this! It was the kiss, though, that had blown his mind. Her lips, soft and warm, felt so fucking wonderful on his own. He could taste just a hint of her own drink there, but more, he felt Brielle, herself. Her perfume added to the grand experience, and Tom eagerly joined the kiss, enjoying every single micromoment of her lips on his. His arm around her tensed, wanting to hold her close. His other hand came up to touch her face, just as hers had touched his. He breathed her in deeply, wanting to keep this memory for all time, to remember her taste, her feel, and her scent, and when it was over, Tom felt a bit lightheaded, as if gravity had lost a little of its command over him. Tom looked up at the magnificent girl sitting on him, smiling as serenely as he'd ever done. He looked at her beautiful face, taking in every subtle and striking detail, and his arm kept holding her, wanting her to stay where she was. He didn't want this to end. "Ohhh.... my..." Tom said, dreamily. "That was... that was better than I thought it would be. Would it be too presumptuous of me to ask for another?"

Hey, if I can help in any way, let me know.

"I dunno... the night's already better than I'd ever expected..." Tom answered, his mind instantly thrown into a swirl at Brielle's question. Rather than make a fool of himself, Tom went silent and chewed his lower lip for a long moment as he thought, hard and fast. He stared at the mug Brielle had gotten for him, and wished to Almighty God that he was better at this sort of thing! He didn't want to fuck this up! Tom had spent most of his time single. A museum curator was not high on the list of desirable men, and he'd come to accept that. Also, there were the issues he'd had with a college girlfriend and her subsequent betrayal, which led Tom to prefer a solitary life. Now, though, he was face to face with a girl who could have stepped right out of a magazine centerfold, a girl whose simple smile could inspire men to do dangerous, noble, or devilish things, depending on what she asked for, and she seemed to like talking to him! Then, it hit him. Something simple, something sweet. "You know what would make my evening better? A kiss, from you." Tom said, his smile still just a touch on the bashful side. "Because I would love to taste your lips."

If this is true, it's a damned shame. She's a sweetie, and put in a lot of work for this place.

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'Brielle." Tom said, rolling the name around in his mind. "A pretty name for a pretty girl." And, damn, she was pretty. More than just pretty, she was a knockout, a gorgeous example of what was all-around the best of the female form... and she had a brain, too! Tom had a weakness for smart women, truth be told, and Brielle seemed to have a good set of smarts to go along with her lovely face and body. "Don't worry about the business card." He said. "I'll gladly take it, just to have your number, but I don't think I'll ever forget you. You've made one hell of an impression." And that, she did. More than once, the tiny little being that was his sex drive had pondered the idea of her legs, those lovely and amazing looking pillars of femininity, would be like wrapped around him. He had no illusions about that ever happening, as she was just too damned classy and perfect for a guy like him, but... it sure was fun to think about. "Well, this grand opening happened right as I finished a big, six-month long project. I'm just here to unwind and celebrate a five thousand dollar bonus I'll be getting for finishing on time." Tom explained. "The first chance I've had to relax since it started. Not really looking to impress anyone, just have a good time." And, Tom reminded himself, he hadn't anticipated the invitation from a girl like Brielle, who was definitely the highlight of the evening. He couldn't stop smiling at her.

Tom chuckled a bit and gave this amazing girl a shy smile, the shyness borne more from the still-unbelievable fact that she's invited him here, rather than his vocation. "I got lucky." Tom explained. "I did well in school, and my granddad was a gunner on a B-17, so I had the passion from an early age. So, when I graduated, I was approached by this lawyer who had an accountant with him. They said they wanted to offer me a job. See, my museum is funded by this... society.. of rich guys who want to preserve history. They put their offerings into a big pot, and fund about twelve museums, mine being one of them. It's not a glamorous life, but I do enjoy it." Once he was done, Tom focused all his attention on the girl who'd invited him over. He liked listening to her talk, not only because her voice was delightful, but she used it to convey stuff with substance, and there was just the sexiest little tilt to her eyes, almost cat-like. "Graphic designer? Freelance?" He quoted. "That's one hell of a niche market. Damned impressive, too." Tom took a drink from his icy chilled beer, then turned his attention back to the girl in green, a smile on his face, a smile that hadn't faded at all in the last few minutes. "But... you still haven't told me your name, beautiful girl."

One, actually. Three means a genetic disorder, where one has more down-to-earth possibilities. 10: have a bubble bath or a steamy shower?