IsabellaRose

best friends

counterfeit money

stolen silverware

Not guilty. I'm meticulously organized to the point that it annoys people who live with me. I studied library sciences and manage an archive; organization is my lifeblood. The next person loves their job.

You nod slowly, reluctantly, but you nod your agreement. You wish you were stronger, wish you could resist him, but you know that this will end the same whether or not you fight. The only difference is that if you fight, you'll have more bruises, possibly cuts... you might even be killed. Your body is what he wants. You can give him that much for your survival. It's not like anyone will know. His grin grows even darker as you nod your acquiescence. "Good girl," he says, his fingers still curled in your hair. With his other hand, he strokes your cheek slowly, almost as if he were stroking a favored pet. "Good girl," he says again. This time you feel the shame rise within you. You are a princess of the realm, now the leader of House Valoryn. You can't debase yourself like this. But you are debasing yourself, kneeling before this knight, letting him speak to you like just another... "Just another whore on her knees," he says, as if completing your thought for you. "Surely you are not so sheltered that you don't know what whores do on their knees, princess." The mockery in his tone is tinged with amusement, but when you don't respond, he tugs your hair hard, painfully. You glare up at him and when he speaks again, there is no amusement in his voice. It's harsh, commanding. "Do you know, Princess?" You nod, your cheeks blushing furiously. "I bet you do," he says, a smile creeping over his face. It disappears in an instant. "Show me." His hand moves from your hair down across your jawline to your neck. His grip tightens, and for a moment you think he's going to choke you. But then his grip loosens, his thumb slides up across your lips and presses between them. You look up at him and his eyes are filled with something primal and hungry. "Show me," he says again, pressing his thumb against your lips. If you show him and suck his thumb, mimicking fellatio, click here. <link forthcoming> If you resist, keeping your lips closed, click here. <link forthcoming> If you go a step further and show him you can be a real good girl, click here. <link forthcoming>

fine dining

red wine

sweet cheeks

sponge cake

more tacos

Do you have strong opinions about cereal?

She didn't know what drove her to acts like this, but it was exactly what her mind and body craved. Men. Men touching her, wanting her, using her. At the same time that she hated being objectified, she loved the feeling it gave her. She made these men behave this way. She made them want her, she controlled their feelings, their urges... they couldn't resist her. They may be physically in control of this moment, and that feeling, being controlled by a man, having his hands on her waist as he hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties... that feeling of being held in place as one of them choked her with his cock and the other slid his cock deep inside of her from behind... she loved that. She pressed her ass back against Tom as he grabbed her hips, feeling him push in balls deep, filling her pussy. God, it was so good... she loved having a real cock inside of her so much more than a dildo. She would have gasped if her throat weren't filled with Tim's cock. She gagged on it, feeling it forced into her airway, her throat constricting around Tim's cock as she tried to swallow and gasp for air all at once, sending ripples of sensation through his member. Normally she used this reaction to give pleasure, controlling her gag reflex, making her throat squeeze his cock intentionally, but right now she was out of her mind with need and desire. She wasn't in control of anything. She kept her legs straight, her back arched. She knew it made her look sexier to arch her back like that. She felt Tom's hands on her hips, his cock moving inside of her from behind while Tim's hands were in her hair, fucking he face like he hated her. She moaned around his cock as her eyes watered and her face began to turn red. God she loved this, loved being used for their pleasure. Her pussy clenched around Tom's cock, spasming and squeezing him inside of her. When Tim pulled out of her mouth briefly, she gasped in a breath and cried out too loudly. "Harder!" She looked up at Tim and wrapped her fingers around his cock. "Fuck me harder!"

more sex

Not guilty. Well, something personally kind of important? Not really, but someone stole my a mug I had from high school graduation - it listed my whole class, year of graduation, and had my name on it. I have no idea why anyone would want that. The next person keeps something silly for purely sentimental purposes.

I think every culture should have their own terminology for elementalists and different approaches to using their gifts. For instance, on the southern shore of Varra live the tribes of the free-spirited Xiangalese, a hedonistic culture of bioluminescent humanoids who only focus on the use of their elemental abilities to enhance the pleasure and sensations they can make each other feel. Elementally-attuned Xiangalese do not use their abilities for battle, destruction, or even labor. Their elemental gifts exist solely for intimacy, connection, and pleasure, to heighten the physical and emotional bonds they share with one another. Every interaction is a dance of sensation, where words, gestures, and even glances carry deep meaning. They believe pleasure is the highest form of existence, a philosophy that shapes every aspect of their society, from architecture designed to be touched and felt, to clothing that teases the skin, to art that evokes deep, visceral responses. Their interactions are fluid, without rigid definitions of relationships. Instead, they move in and out of connections freely, celebrating sensation, passion, and experience above all else. To love a Xiangalese is to be entwined in the elements themselves, to feel the universe breathe through pleasure, to be consumed, lifted, and reborn in the endless embrace of sensation. The Xiangalese are an exquisitely beautiful, sensual, and fluid people, their forms evolved for indulgence and sensory pleasure. They are humanoid, but not bound by human limitations. Every aspect of their existence revolves around the enhancement of sensation, intimacy, and indulgence. Their forms are subtly shaped by their dominant element, lending them a diverse yet harmonious aesthetic. All Xiangal share the same basic physical appearance. Their silken skin has a slight bioluminescent shimmer that responds to pleasure and touch, glowing more intensely in moments of heightened sensation. Their eyes are large and deep-set, often swirling with colors that reflect their elemental affinity. Their limbs are sensuous and elongated, with fingers and toes slightly longer than human proportions, perfect for tracing pleasure across skin. Every movement is fluid, as if gravity barely holds them. They have an innate sensuality expressed through every step, gesture, and breath. Their elemental affinity manifests uniquely in their hair which is always worn long and uncut; It unfurls like smoke, cascades like water, or shifts in texture like living vines. Xiangalese with different affinities all live together, but their abilities are often written on their skin and manifest in different ways: Those with a fire affinity are heat incarnate, with faint flickers of flame licking across their skin during moments of arousal, igniting sensation directly on skin; they create pleasurable tingles and bursts of warmth with a mere brush of fingers. Water-attuned Xiangalese have a fluid softness to their skin which shifts like liquid silk, perfectly molding to the touch, and manipulate moisture to cool the bodies of their partners. They can shape water like a massaging current, sending pulses through the skin and stimulating pleasure centers. Their movements are slow, hypnotic, and intoxicating, like waves pulling a lover deeper into pleasure. Those attuned to earth can alter their density, shifting their skin to be soft as velvet or as unyielding as stone against a lover’s touch and cause deep, pleasurable vibrations within the body, stimulating sensation from within. The air-attuned Xiangalese are light, almost weightless, their touch like a whisper across skin, summoning caressing breezes that glide arousingly over their partner’s body. Their voices are musical and hypnotic, capable of sending shivers through skin with a mere word. The touch of the life-attuned promotes physical pleasure and renewal, amplifying every sensation to euphoric levels. Their scent is intoxicating, reminiscent of rich flowers, sun-drenched fruit, or fresh earth after rain. Their kisses can spread waves of pleasure through the nerves, making a single touch feel like an entire body’s worth of sensation, and they exude vitality, making those around them feel alive, energized, and deeply connected to their surroundings. The skin of void-attuned Xiangalese is dark and shimmering, like the night sky, with stars appearing within their depths and they can manipulate the essence of pleasure itself, enhancing or dulling sensation at will. Can warp the sensation of time, making moments last eternities or causing pleasure to strike suddenly like a cosmic revelation. Their touch is both everything and nothing, creating ghostly, impossible sensations that defy understanding. The Xiangalese, without ever consciously trying, have shaped their homeland into a living pleasure garden, a paradise sculpted by the passive influence of their elemental gifts. Their world is a landscape of swaying golden grasses that sigh with delight at the touch of an Air-attuned’s passing, warm mineral springs that shift in temperature to match the desires of Fire and Water users, and lush, bioluminescent groves where Life-attuned Xiangalese have unconsciously coaxed trees into forming soft, petal-strewn lounges beneath canopies that glow in soothing hues. Earth-attuned ones have, over time, smoothed the stones into natural massage beds, where vibrations ripple through the rock to lull their kin into blissful repose. Even the Void-attuned have left their mark, creating places where the very air shimmers with a dreamlike haze, bending perception so that moments of pleasure stretch into eternity. In this paradise, touch, scent, sound, and sensation all harmonize, ensuring that simply walking through their world is an experience of indulgence, a seamless extension of their hedonistic existence.

Guilty, obviously. I'm not waiting 9 or 10 hours to go. The next person has stolen something from work.

horny stepbro

Should we change the subject to get others involved?

Assuming our world is for an ED roleplay, I'm happy to have any species we come up with capable of interbreeding. I like what you've done. It's unique and interesting and gives us a good place to build more. I'd like to give some brief outlines to a few areas like that. Then, when we know the other species look like, how they travel and interact with the world around them, we can figure out what kinds of trade routes they would need. In fact, what if everyone who is interested in this project comes up with their own unique culture and species like that, then we try to see how they all work together. Also, I'm inclined to come up with something other than element + "mage" - it still feels a little too close to Avatar, like we're just substituting "mage" for "bender", you know? But that could just be me. Did we decide if there are "plain old humans" on our world?

Do you think I joined on my birthday?

fuck, but without any weird panties

The knight’s boots thunder down the stairs behind you, but you don’t hesitate, you don’t think, you just move. You veer left, heart hammering, raises your arms up in front of your face, and launch yourself through the window. Glass shatters and explodes outward as you fly out into the day. There is a moment of panicked freefall as the cool outside air hits you and you see everything in a freeze-frame moment. Enemy guards in the courtyard below look upward at the sound, shards of glass reflect the sunlight all around you as blood wells in tiny lacerations all up and down your arms, your feet pedal at nothing below you, and then the moment is past. Your feet hit the sloped tiles of the roof outside and you skid and slide on the moss-covered tiles as glass tinkles down around you. Your slippers were not made for this kind of thing, and you lose your balance, falling onto your backside. You see the edge of the roof getting closer as you slide slowly to a stop. For a moment, you lie there, breathless, the rough tiles pressing into your bottom and palms. Then you hear a crash behind you. "Damn it!" the knight snarls from inside. He sees you. He's climbing into the window frame, ready to come out onto the roof after you. You push yourself up, the wind whipping at your hair, your balance uncertain on the angled roof. The sloping roof circles around the tower, and you know just around that lies the gardens, perhaps a softer landing in the manicured topiary. Below, the castle grounds stretch, but a sea of enemies is down there before you make it to the outer walls. You can see a lower rooftop, part of an adjoining tower. You might make the jump, but it's a frightening distance. The world feels too open, too exposed, but there’s no time to think. You have to keep moving. Behind you, the knight is making is way through the window frame. "There’s nowhere to run, Princess!" he barks. But he’s wrong. There’s always somewhere to run. If you choose to run across the steep slates of the roof, and try to reach the far side of the castle to climb down into the gardens, click here. If you brave the long leap to the lower rooftop of the adjoining tower, click here. If you try to climb down into the courtyard and hope you can evade the soldiers, click here.

a cup of hot tea and a wastebasket full of used tissues... my poor nose. I'm so sick!

Why do you want to know what I did on my birthday?

Fuck, just because.