IsabellaRose

beef lover

roast beef

Guilty. And was denied.... she brought me to the edge so many times and just teased... mmm. Delicious in hindsight, but goddammit I was so frustrated in the moment. The next person has made someone beg for something sexual.

Not guilty, but I have a closet full of favorite dresses Next person has a favorite type of food.

Guilty, but I like being restrained more than restraining. But we switch it up to keep things interesting. The next person loves to have their hair pulled during sex.

love boat

cooking bacon

Day 3 Shapeshifting The forest whispered in the darkness, the wind weaving through branches like secret voices. Aisling crouched low, her breath steady, her eyes scanning the clearing. She had been here for hours, waiting. The moon's glow broke through the canopy, dappling the ground in pale light. Footsteps approached, heavy and deliberate. The hunters. They always came at night. Aisling's heart raced, but her face remained calm. She closed her eyes, feeling the pull in her chest, the familiar stirring beneath her skin. The hunters wouldn’t find her—not like this. Her bones shifted first, cracking quietly, elongating her limbs and shrinking her form. The pain was dull, as if her body had learned to accept it long ago. Fur sprouted from her arms, her legs, her back. Her fingers curled inward, shortening into paws. Her face elongated, her nose twitching as her sense of smell sharpened. A wolf. That’s what she needed to be tonight. Her fur bristled as the footsteps grew louder. She stayed still, barely breathing as the hunters entered the clearing, their torches casting flickering shadows. She could smell their sweat, their fear, masked beneath the false bravado of steel weapons and hardened armor. They thought they were prepared for anything the night would bring. Aisling’s amber eyes gleamed, reflecting the firelight. She wasn’t human anymore. She was something faster, more cunning. Something they couldn’t catch. With a low growl, she darted through the trees, her body a blur of silver and shadow. The hunters cried out in confusion, their torches waving frantically in the dark. But she was gone, already slipping into the forest, her new form moving effortlessly through the underbrush. They would never catch her. Aisling raced through the forest, each paw hitting the earth with a silent precision. The scent of the hunters faded as she weaved between the towering trees, but she didn’t slow down. She couldn’t—not yet. The moon guided her, its silver light casting faint paths through the branches. Every so often, she’d hear the rustle of wings, the sound of nocturnal creatures awakening, but none dared come near. They knew better than to interfere with a wolf on the hunt—or on the run. She finally stopped near a small stream, the water gurgling quietly over smooth stones. Aisling let out a breath, feeling the strain in her muscles ease, though the tension in her mind lingered. She shifted again—this time into a smaller, less threatening form. The wolf’s body compressed, fur retreating as her limbs shortened. Feathers sprouted in their place. A hawk now. She took off, soaring above the treetops. The hunters would never think to look for her here. They still believed they were chasing a wolf. Fools. Aisling scanned the ground below, her sharp eyes catching glimpses of movement. The hunters had scattered, confused by her sudden disappearance. Some lingered near the clearing, others trekked deeper into the woods. One, though, stood apart. Taller, more still than the rest. Aisling’s keen vision zoomed in on him. His armor was darker, more intricate, unlike the others. A black-hooded cloak obscured his face, but she could see the gleam of eyes searching the shadows. He didn’t carry a torch. No, this one was different. A chill ran through her feathers. She had seen him before—in flashes, in dreams. The man who never stopped hunting. He looked up suddenly, directly at her, as if sensing her presence. Aisling’s wings faltered for a moment. How could he see her? It wasn’t possible. She was too high, too hidden within the night sky. But he was staring right at her. Panic gripped her chest, but she forced herself to calm. He couldn’t catch her, not up here. She circled once, then dipped low, speeding toward the farthest edge of the forest, her instincts pushing her away from him. Whatever that man was, he wasn’t someone she wanted to test. But just as she flew over a ridge, a force tugged at her, an unseen hand that yanked her mid-flight. She spiraled, losing control, and tumbled toward the ground. The shift came instinctively, bones cracking, wings snapping back into arms, feathers retracting into skin. She landed hard, rolling through the underbrush in her human form, gasping for breath. Dazed, Aisling pushed herself up on shaking arms. She glanced around, expecting to see the hooded man close by, but the woods were still. Silent. She shivered, the cold of the earth seeping into her skin. That pull—it hadn’t been natural. Someone had done that to her, had forced her shift. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized the terrifying truth. She wasn’t the only shapeshifter in these woods.

but then you have to come up with your own "would you push the button if" or none of us can keep playing!

Not guilty. I snap them. They fit in the pot better. Next person doesn't like pasta.

Day 3: Tentacles, Necrophilia?, Shapeshifting The undead moved closer. There were too many of them, and after the spell of summoning, we were all weaker than we imagined we would be. The wall behind Luna cracked open and skeletal hands reached out, grasped her, pulled her back against the stone. It was hard to tell if these were zombies, mummies, or something else. They had clearly been mummified, but their bodies were only partially wrapped in the linen that had been used in the process. Bare flesh was exposed along most of their bodies, strangely well-preserved but grey with undeath and glistening with a coat of some kind of slime. I grabbed Leah's arm and tugged at her, Raven pulled on her other arm. We tried to get her free from the hands that held her, but their grip on her seemed to tighten. The undead things in the room moved closer, but they were not rushing forward to attack. I backed up as one of them moved in front of Luna where she was held to the wall, a huge phallus aimed in her general direction waved back and forth with its lumbering steps. Its intent was clear. Another came up behind Raven as she tried to help Lean, grasping her shoulders, puling her away, its monstrous cock sliding up along her back. It held her firmly as she struggled. The spell had not only weakened us, it had required so much sexual energy that we were all aroused, desperate for satisfaction. When the things moved to fuck us, none of had the urge or strength to stop them. Leah stared up at the mummified thing in front of her and shrugged. Fucking was better than fighting. Maybe we could outlast them. She dropped to her knees, letting it force its cock into her mouth. Luna and Raven gave in to the two things that approached them, Raven pressed face-first against a wall and fucked from behind while Luna wrapped her legs around the thing before her, letting it impale her while hands from within the wall held her in place. I watched as I was the only one without a slimy undead cock in my mouth or pussy. I could join in, I could stop them, or... the whole point of this expedition had been the treasure behind the sealed door. With the guardians otherwise occupied, I approached the door. All it needed was a tiny trickle of magic to open. I let that trickle flow and the door slid open. From within the darkness beyond smoke billowed out, and from with the wispy mist slithered a tentacle. I took a step back, unsure of what I was seeing. My friends were still distracted, stuffed with undead cock. Another tentacle slipped from beyond the door, and then a third, and a fourth. They weren't particularly big around, but they were long, and they seemed to have a purpose. One wrapped around my waist, pulling me towards the door, and I let it. Another wrapped around me, up my legs, across my shoulders. I didn't fight them, there were too many, and they were too strong. Besides, I had an inkling that I knew what they wanted. When they moved my skirt aside and slid up the inside of my thigh, I knew I was right. I let one slide into my pussy, filling me up. Another entered my ass easily, while one thicker than my wrist slid inside my mouth. I was filled with tentacles, and they moved over my skin, teasing my nipples, my earlobes, every sensitive spot on my body. They were gentle and teasing, and I let myself relax as they held me in place. I heard the moans of pleasure from the women in the room around me, but I could not turn my head to look. I wondered if the undead fucking them felt anywhere near as amazing as the unearthly tentacles that were having their way with me. I felt tentacles moving inside me, filling my pussy, moving in and out, leaving a trail of cool slime in their wake. The one in my mouth slid out and I gasped, then felt my pussy suddenly empty. But it only lasted a moment. The thing that owned the tentacles, a creature that was simply a mass of... I didn't even know what, oozed out from the doorway. It was huge, and sticking up out of its body were a series of inhumanly large appendages that looked a lot like twisted, gigantic dildos. It moved me over one, pressed me down against it, my pussy far too small to take the thing, and pulled me against it. The sensation was amazing, but I knew it couldn't fit. It rubbed against me, teasing at my pussy, but I felt something else moving underneath me. Something had slithered beneath the tentacle, and it slid up along the length of the appendage that was pushing against my pussy. It was cool and smooth and a little slippery, and as it slid into me I let out a little whimper. It was not that it was unpleasant, it was that it felt so good. The tentacle around my waist held me steady, and the thing between my legs, the dildo-shaped thing I thought it would use to try to fuck me, instead began to move and change shape. It was vaguely humanoid, and in not time it pulled free from the massive thing below me. I watched it slide down the bulk of the creature and roll onto the floor, and as it did, it continued to change. It was a person, a woman, and as it pushed itself to its feet, I realized that it was me. The thing in my pussy was suddenly thicker than my thigh. It slammed into me and my eyes rolled back in my head. When I could focus again, I was being pulled into its body, watching as the copy of me grew a copy of my clothing. I watched as tentacles gathered my friends, pulled them to the strange protrusions, and eventually sucked them into its body to be replaced by its duplicates. We all floated inside the jelly-like body of the thing, its tentacles inside of us, slowly teasing us, pumping us full of... something. It felt great. I was relaxed, not quite sleepy, but without and real urge or desire to leave. It was bliss. We watched from inside as our duplicates left. What were they doing? Part of me was curious, but mostly I just wanted this thing to keep touching me, keep fucking me.

Not guilty unless you count my entire kitchen cupboard. The next person has used/worn a concealed sex toy in public.

Not guilty. The next person might be addicted to their cell phone.

Guilty. Wait, did you mean sexually? Because then not guilty, well... not always. But generally, no. Guilty, I guess? I like surprises, but I don't really distinguish between looks. I like people. All kinds. And everyone has their own interesting quirks in the privacy of a dark room. The next person always tries to find a way out of a bad situation without resorting to violence.

Pretty much always guilty. The next person wants a hot and heavy quickie roleplay with someone who posted on this page. Oh, I got cut in line! Not guilty. I'm like to be the one doing the flustering. The next person always tries to find a way out of a bad situation without resorting to violence.

Not Guilty, but I've masturbated to yours. The next person wants a hot and heavy quickie roleplay with someone who posted on this page.

Guilty. Probably more times than I care to admit. My storied past, I guess. The next person has accidentally had that happen to them or by them and then worried about possible pregnancy.

Guilty. I served on Grand Jury which is a month long commitment. It was very interesting, and once heart-breaking. The next person has a favorite sex toy.

body rubbed

Guilty, but just a short clip on a loop to give the mind something to do while the fingers got to work. The next person has been tried and sentenced in a court of law.

Guilty. There may have been a skateboard and alcohol involved. I did not make good decisions for a period of time. The next person is on a prescribed medication.

Not guilty, but only barely. I'm back on my own two feet and running again, but not very far, and not fully without pain. Doc says it's "just going to be this way" from now on. The next person has had a life-changing surgery.

Guilty. Words only. The next person has had a completely silent orgasm.

ass worship

cum lover