IsabellaRose

forever horny

endless love

She felt his fingers on her clit and it made her gasp in a shuddering breath as the two of them took turns thrust deep inside of her. First deep into her pussy, then deeper into her ass, over and over, the sensations driving her wild. She was stretched wide, her body invaded, her mind nearly erased in pleasure, and now one of them had decided to start teasing her clit. It was too much. She felt waves of an entirely different pleasure emanating out from that tiny nub, felt the muscles in her legs contracting on their own, her body convulsing at the merciless sensory onslaught. It was more than she'd expected at that moment, and it drove her over the edge. She came hard when he said "cum, slut!", an explosion of fluid from deep inside covering Tim, dripping down, soaking both the men. Her body spasmed, legs tight around Tim, pussy and ass clenching their cocks as they kept fucking her. It didn't stop her. Part of her was overstimulated now. Her mind wanted a break from all that pleasure, but her body kept moving, craving more, more... more! She fucked them, bouncing on their cocks as they battled inside of her, her moans and gasps of pleasure the only sound she could make.

Not guilty. I am a notorious over planner and over thinking, meticulously organized with things laid out ahead of time for the next day, the kind of person who's ready to go two hours before I have to be anywhere. It probably borders on obsessive compulsive behavior. The next person doesn't own a car.

cloudless night

Can I say no?

Oh, back just in time to be guilty of wanting hugs again! Yay me! Does that mean I get hugs? The next person would love a real milkshake.

She gasped as Tom pulled out of her, leaving her empty and wanting. She slid off of Tim's cock and replied to Tom's comment. "I'll do better with you in my ass if your brother fills my pussy." She stood then, taking a deep ,shuddering breath as she felt him force his way into her tight little pucker. His cock felt impossibly large inside her ass. She was standing straight up his cock deep in her ass, and she reached down, grabbing Tim's cock, guiding it toward her pussy. "Fill both my holes," she said, her voice thick with lust. "Fuck me." She guided Tim into her warm and waiting pussy, then leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she settled her tiny frame onto his cock, his brother's cock still deep in her ass. She tried to lift herself, to slide up and down both cocks, but they had better leverage. If they chose to hammer into her like this, she would just have to take it, and it's exactly what she hoped they'd do. Fuck her. Use her. Fill her holes with hot, sticky cum. "Fuck me!" she said it louder, shifting her body up and down on the two cocks inside of her.

You take a slow breath, forcing yourself to remain still. "You have my word as a noble," you say, your voice controlled, measured. "But if that isn’t enough for you, then search me. If you think I carry a dagger, take it from me yourself." The knight’s smirk widens, slow and knowing, as if he’d been waiting for you to say that. "Very well, Princess." He steps closer, and your breath catches as the space between you disappears. His gloved hand moves to your side, fingers pressing into your waist, skimming over the fabric of your gown as he feels for hidden blades. He is thorough, too thorough, taking his time as his hands slide over your ribs, down your arms, across your hips. His touch is firm, invasive, lingering longer than necessary, more the touch of a lover than a soldier. You force yourself to stay still, your jaw clenched as his fingers trail down the curve of your thigh, reaching around and cupping your ass, pulling you against him. You are forced face to face with the knight, and his gaze never leaves your eyes despite his wandering hands. You are pressed hard against his body, feeling his armor pressing against you. He's holding you close, your bodies pressed together, his hands on your ass. You expected him to step back once he found nothing, but he doesn’t. Instead, his hand skims up, tracing the curve of your ass, up along your hips, over your tiny waist, up your ribcage, his hands cupping your breasts as they move upward. His palm flattens just below your collarbone, moving slowly, his breath a warm presence near your ear. He's not searching, he's enjoying. "No dagger here," he murmurs, his voice rich with amusement. Mocking you. "But perhaps you have something dangerous concealed beneath your skirts." His smirk turns darker. Your stomach coils with disgust, but you keep your expression unreadable. His game has changed, and you have to decide how to play it. If you push him away, make it clear you will not tolerate this, click here. If you allow him to search under your skirts, click here.

Guilty. I'm trying to get through these few weeks while my girlfriend is traveling for work, but I surely do miss cuddles on demand. The next person would come cuddle with me even if it were just platonic and they knew it wouldn't lead anywhere.

pussy cat

shaved poodle

IF we start, who's going to finish?

Guilty, always. The next poster doesn't like physical contact with strangers.

You nod slowly, reluctantly, but you nod. 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 be beaten and bruised... you might even be killed. You can feign obedience for your survival, at least long enough until you can find a chance to strike. "You are in control," you say. "I am at your mercy." His grin grows even darker as you nod your acquiescence. "Good girl," he says, his hand still strong on your wrist. He tugs you closer and you take two quick steps toward him to keep your balance, your slippers sliding on the stone floor. His hand releases your wrist and his fingers curl into 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 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 before this knight, letting him touch you, speak to you like any other... "Very well," he says, and lets go of your hair, his other hand moving to his a pouch at his side and removing a length of leather thong. "I will take you before my king, let you plead your case." His hands are on your wrists without warning, and he's binding them together with the leather thong. He loops rope through the leather binding your wrists together in front of you, and you realize that you are on now bound and a lead, a prisoner. No sooner is his knot complete than he begins walking, and you are tugged along behind him by the lead. He's about to parade you out of the castle and into the courtyard before all of the rest of the enemy soldiers, the princess of House Valoryn, bound and subservient. If you let him lead you like a slave on a leash, click here. If you try to get closer, grab his knife, and attack him before there are more enemies around you, click here.

wife abuser

drug addicts

kiss girls

I think I watched the series exactly twice, so not guilty. The next person has a favorite brand of shoes/sneakers.

Is this a good time to start?

Guilty, but only over the past 8 years or so. There was a point where I felt safe as a woman and coming out as bi, but with all the regressive policies around here, the fact that they want to make it impossible for me to marry my love (and I was only JUST considering marriage as a possibility for the first time in my life!)... sigh. Yeah. I think about it more and more. This isn't the only free country in the world; it's just the only country that thinks it's the only free country in the world. The next person wishes people could just live and let live.

Guilty. I finally struck gold in almost every aspect of my life. Well... family relations need some help. But otherwise, living pretty well. The next person has a dream for their life they hope to fulfill.

Not guilty... unless it's rambling and incoherent. The next person is loved.

sue everyone

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, or least pretend to until you can find a way to escape. 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... He tugs hard on your hair and you climb quickly to your feet. His eyes are hard and he moves his hand to your throat, squeezing just enough to let you know he's still in control. "Take off your dress, Princess," he says, and lets go of your throat. "Let me see my property." You've seen this once, on a trip south with your father, at a slave auction. The women were stripped naked, shown to prospective buyers. The implication was clear, and it is to you now. You have given yourself to him, and until you can find a way to escape, you have to play along or face the consequences. His hand across your face, slapping you hard enough that you almost fall over, returns you to the present. "Strip." He says, his voice a harsh command. You touch your cheek, feel the burn that remains after the pain of the slap, but one look in his eyes tells you that you can't delay or worse will follow. Slowly, your fingers work at the ribbons lacing up the front of your gown, but you know you can't get the ones in the back, the ones your lady in waiting laced up carefully for you, pulling them hard to cinch tight around your waist. But still... Once you finish unlacing the front of your dress, you slowly spread the two side of the fabric aside. The air is cool on your chest and you feel your cheeks flush as you pull it open to expose your breasts. This is embarrassing, degrading, and you look down at the floor, unable to meet the knight's eyes. You hear his chuckle and then a moment of silence before he says, "all of it, princess. The whole dress comes off." You look up and the lecherous gaze you see makes you shudder. "I cannot," you say, and quickly explain. "The back, my maids do up the back. I cannot reach it." He makes a spinning motion with one finger indicating he wants you to turn around. You do, and feel his hand upon your shoulder. He is close behind you. You feel movement, and then hear the sound of fabric shredding. Your dress begins to feel looser, and you realize he is cutting it away. With a quick jerk, he tugs your dress down and off of you. The fabric pools around your feel, a deep well of crimson, the color of House Valoryn. You are wearing nothing now but the embroidered chemise. "Take it off," he commands, and you know you must comply. You slide the chemise off one shoulder, and then the other, moving slowly but deliberately. There is nothing for it but to strip fully, and as you slide the soft, white fabric down and off of your body, you feel yourself growing even redder, if such a thing were possible. When you stand back up you are naked, wearing nothing but your jewelry and slippers, fully exposed before the enemy knight. His eyes move up and down your body as your hands move to cover yourself, one arm across both breasts, a hand between your legs pressed tight over your privates. You look away. You can't bear his scrutiny. "You are indeed a prize," he says, and pokes into the pooled fabric of your crimson dress with the tip of his sword. You close your eyes tightly. You can't look. You can't meet his gaze. There is meant to be an escape, but you don't see one, and now you're naked before him. His hands are on you without warning, and you expect the worst. But instead, he has your wrists, and he's binding them together with some sort of leather thong. He loops rope through the leather binding your wrists together in front of you, and you realize that you are on a lead, like a horse. He motions to the ruined dress at your feet. "Pick it up," he says. "Bring it. I will have it made into something more suitable to your new station." You bend, grab the dress in a giant handful of ripped fabric and try to get a grip on it with your hands bound. It takes a minute, but you lift it and hold it before you. Hugging the fabric to your nudity, it offers a brief respite from full exposure. No sooner do you have the remains of the dress in hand, than he begins walking, and you are tugged along behind him by the lead. He's about to parade you out of the castle and into the courtyard before all of the rest of the enemy soldiers, completely naked, barely covered by the shredded remains of your dress clutched in front of you by your bound hands. If you let him lead you like a slave on a leash, click here. If you plead with him to allow you clothing, click here. If you try to slip the lead and make your escape naked, click here.