IsabellaRose

ice cube

I'd smile seductively and say, "I knew you'd give in to the attraction between us sooner or later."

Football on the tv in my living room!! I swear, it's like I never stopped dating guys!

bed warmer

a steaming-hot bowl of homemade 14-bean vegetarian soup that I just finished making!

dinner time!

If Kan entered my bedroom, I'd hide all the pillows... now he has me worried about pillow thievery

the new Japanese tea set I just unboxed... it makes my heart content

I just can't take it when you mom and dad keep telling their swinging stories and trying to get us to join them.

I'm breaking up with you. I can't be with someone who can't tell when he's cumming.

ambulance and police lights in the street in front of my house!

Miranda grinned as she approached him, her eyes locked on his, the raging cock standing straight up between them. She slid up along his body, felt his cock slide along her, and was about to climb onto his lap. She was going to straddle him, ride him right here in front of everyone. Then the light above the bar turned on, bright red. She saw it in her peripheral vision, briefly considered ignoring it, but then froze inches from him. She willed herself to calm, did her breathing exercises to try to get her libido under control. No sooner had the light turned on and she stopped moving than Philippe appeared from the door to the back room. He approached Miranda, clipped a leash onto her collar, and led her back into the back room. She followed obediently, giving @Kano a tiny wave as she was led away.

She-Hulk

I didn't know this many cages would be involved. We're done.

@Kano Miranda knew what he wanted. Kneeling before him, she slowly stroked the front of his pants as she worked them open and tugged them down. As they dropped lower, his erection sprang out into the open right in her face. She grinned and licked up its length, then took it in one hand and slowly began to stroke it. She kissed it softy from tip to base, then licked all the way back up, circling her tongue around the ridge at the back of the head. She kissed the very tip, the took him into her mouth, her lips tight around his shaft, tongue warm and wet as she took him in a little, then a little more, then finally all the way, pressing her lips to the skin at the base of his cock. Most girls would be gagging at this point, but Miranda had no gag reflex. She held his cock in her mouth, throat working as if trying to swallow him, throat muscles squeezing the head of his cock over and over. She kept him deep in her throat until her face started to get red and her eyes watered from lack of air. Finally, she popped him back out of her mouth with a sloppy wet sound and a gasping breath, only to start bobbing her head up and down, sucking him like it was a contest. Up and down her head bobbed, one hand fingering her own clit, the other holding his cock secure as she sucked him deep and fast. He was sloppy with her saliva now, and when she pulled off of him to catch her breath, there were strings of saliva from her lips to his cock. She stroked him slowly, skillfully, and stared up at him. "Was that all you wanted?"

See what happens when you copypaste to try to get all the details? It's fixed now.

Challenge #11 is posted!

The Challenge For this challenge, I've selected 4 pictures, each of a different woman. There are two ways to enter: Write a short story (max 2,000 words) about one of the women that involves the scene/background in the picture. Choose two pictures and write a short story (2,000 words max) that tells how the women from both pictures know each other, or how their stories intertwine. Post your story as a reply in this thread. I'll post a poll to vote for winners after the deadline. Deadline Midnight (EST) Saturday, Oct 22, 2022 Limits 1 entry per person 2,000 words max per entry Prizes 1st Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits 2nd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits 3rd Place: 500 EcchiCredits Without further ado, here are your 4 pictures to choose from. As usual, I'll write an entry that won't qualify for voting.

a fundraiser from my neice... $23 for a pumpkin pie? I can make one from scratch for like $6 if I go buy fresh pumpkins! Sheesh.

Miranda was soaking wet, and @Kano's fingers were drenched when he teased between her legs. For all her arousal, she maintained a modicum of control over herself, returning his kiss with a fiery passion, moaning into his mouth as his fingers teased forth more arousal. She pulled back from the kiss, her voice heavy with lust. "I like a man who knows what he wants," she said to him, then turned her back to him, rubbing her ass teasingly across the bulge at the front of his pants. She leaned back against him, bare back to his shirtless body, ass grinding into his crotch, her shoulder blades rubbing against his chest. She reached one hand back to tug his head forward, tilting her head to give him full access to her neck, ear and cheek, while the other hand reached back to his ass and pulled him toward her harder. "Whatever you want," she said breathlessly, "can be yours."

Miranda was nude now except for the collar, garter belt, stockings, and heels, and she danced with abandon, her body on display for the entire room. As she saw the reaction she was getting from the various people around the room, she nearly moved back toward Buck and Sonja, but then the man at the bar removed his shirt. She saw tribal tattoos on rock hard abs and wanted to touch them, so that's where she headed. When she stood before him again her smooth skin was fully on display for him, and she moved only for his eyes, making sure he had a chance to see her curves from every angle. She did a spin that ended with her facing him, face inches from his, hands against his chest. Slowly, she let first her hands, then her entire body slide down his, fingertips moving from collarbone to pecs, down across well-defined abs, to the edge of his belt. As her hands teased along his waistline, she slid her face back upward, cheek pressed to the bulge in his pants. She moved her enter body up and down so that her cheek or chin rubbed against the hardness within, then she turned her head, opened her mouth, and let her lips outline the monster she felt trapped within his pants. Her hands traced the size of it, squeezing and pressing through his pants, and she moved back to a standing position. She faced him, her body moving against his, one hand still stroking him through his pants. She was hungry for what she felt, and her eyes told him how badly she wanted him. "There's no rules here, baby," she said as her lips nearly touched his. "Take what you want." Her mouth was millimeters from @Kano's, eyes staring into his, hand sliding along the bulge in his pants, her naked body his for the taking.

Miranda felt him pressing insistently against her through his pants and grinned. She looked down behind her, watching her own ass as she rubbed slowly up and down against him, letting her bra slide off as she did. She looked back up to wink at him, then turned quickly to face him. She pressed her hips to his body and placed her arms on his shoulders to either side of his head, sliding her hips back and forth against him and smiling seductively, her breasts swaying before him, her nipples pointing hard at him. She leaned in close, let her lips brush his ear, their cheeks nearly touching, feeling the heat of his body, a sensual thrill running through her body. "Thanks for the assist," she whispered into his ear. When she pulled back slowly, letting her fingers trail along his cheek, she winked and danced away, moving back toward the center of the room. The red light still hadn't lit. He was pushing her limits again, and she wanted it to end. She didn't trust herself naked in a room full of attractive men and women. But he had give her a command, and she had to follow it. She slid her panties down slowly as she danced, then untied the sides and flipped them off and away across the room. She was clean shaven, and spun spread her legs wide, putting herself on display for the room. She kicked high, bent low, exposed every inch of her most private places to everyone in the room one by one.

Do you want to fight Johnny Law?

Miranda's phone buzzes one more time. She raises it to look at the screen. 'Strip. Don't stop until you see the red light. Give you purse and phone to Philippe.' She knew the light he meant. It was the one over the bar, the one he'd used to signal her before. But who the hell was Philippe? A man approached the table where she danced, offered her a hand. She took it and he helped her down from the table, then held out his hand like he expected a tip. Miranda looked at him, confused. "I'm Philippe," he said, and she handed him her phone and purse without comment. Now that she was on the floor, she really started to dance. Solid ground made her footing much more stable, and even though the heels were high, she had danced in them before. She spun between the tables, arms over her head then behind her back, flowing through moves with fluid precision. Slow movements unbuttoned her blouse, and she let the fabric move around her body, hinting at the bare skin beneath. A flash of her black bra, then the shirt closed over her body and hi everything from view. The blouse came off in an almost casual yet practiced move, tossed onto the back of a nearby chair as her head went back and her arms went up, exposing pert breasts pushed up beautifully within her black, lacy bra. She moved toward Buck, danced around him where he sat with Sonja's sleeping body resting against him. She ran her fingertips over his shoulders, along Sonja's arms, then spun slowly in front of him as her skirt slid down her legs to pool around her heels. She stepped out of the skirt with confidence, turning again to press her ass toward Buck, the tiny black panties close to his face, the black straps of her garter belt a stark contrast to her smooth white skin. She smiled at Buck, blew him a kiss, and stalked toward the bar, still dancing, now only in her underwear, directly toward @Kano. She stopped a few feet in front of him, glanced up at the unlit bulb, and proceeded to dance for him. She got down on all fours and crawled forward, keeping eye contact with him as much as she could, her arms pressing her breasts together showing him deep cleavage. When she got right in front of him, she stood with a casual yet practiced grace, dancing right in front of him, nearly touching. She looked into his eyes, a sparkle in her own, and a flirty smile played at the corners of her mouth. She turned away, then pressed herself back against him, her ass rubbing teasingly against the front of his pants, hands on his thighs. She turned her head to look behind her and whispered, "unhook me?" She glanced down at the braw strap across her back and continued moving her hips, her ass grazing the front of his pants.

Who's going to tell you it's not?