IsabellaRose

I was guilty until I bought my own house and honestly... Guilty. I miss the sense of community I had in my old apartment building, the nearness of others, the sharing because we were all poor and many of us were alone and it was how we survived. BUT... I love my privacy and space now. I love having an office to work from home. I love having space to display my prized books and collectibles (instead of houseplants! lol) The next person enjoys their privacy more than most people they know.

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Not guilty. I tried it briefly when I needed work between internships, overnight stocking shelves at a 24-hour grocery store. I hated it. Right when things were getting fun on the party scene, I had to go in to work. I missed all the fun and then I was amped up in the morning ready to do something when everyone else was getting up to go to work. Plus being the only woman with the guys on that shift... creeper central. The next person has met someone who instantly made them uncomfortable.

I suppose it depends on the type of casserole, but sure. Guilty... for the most part. I'm sure someone could produce a casserole that would give me a foodgasm and someone else could make one that would have me politely seeking the nearest exit. The next person has a "go to" beverage, alcoholic or not, that they generally drink.

This is entirely too long and completely ineligible for the contest, but for some reason I started writing about spring break and just kept going. It's probably a mess. I rewrote a couple parts and found one whole section that was duplicated when I gave it quick read through, so it's distinctly possible I missed something else glaringly terrible and you'll find some duplicate paragraphs where I copied instead of cut. I hope not, but who knows. Spring Break Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Either the beginning of Part 5 or an Epilogue, maybe?

Not guilty. I've been asked to play snuff rp's long ago on other sites, but it's not really my thing. The next person has been asked to write a rp whose premise made them feel icky.

Guilty. I'm generally in bed by 9:30, absolutely no later than 10:30 to be up by 5:00 for my morning routine. The next person sleeps on their side.

Not guilty... I've never been on an athletic team. I was always one of those "last 5 picked" girls. Just unpopular, I guess. The next person would give a sad girl a big hug right now.

Guilty... if we still have sunshine this weekend. I'm south of the Great Lakes and we get cloud cover 80% of the time. The next person has visited one of the Great Lakes :)

sexual deviant

Are we still talking about Chad's period?

delivery truck

monster dick

Did you forget a question?

Marry... again? So I can get some of that sweet reality tv show money.

fuck, because why else keep a house husband?

pencil skirt

Chapter One - The Easter Surprise Part 6 There was no portal or entry into a new space. She was just simply no longer moving. Something solid was beneath her as if she were on a floor or the ground. Everything seemed dark but was also filled with colors, a strangeness her brain couldn’t reconcile. Blinking away the kaleidoscopic blindness, her vision slowly returned. She found herself in a field of soft, velvety grass, the sun warming her skin, and a gentle breeze rustling the leaves above. The air was filled with the scent of exotic flowers and the sound of birdsong. She was near the edge of a forest, a few around her and more nearby, the actual depth of the forest an easy walk from where she lay. She craned her neck from side to side, but saw no one nearby. She was alone. Bunny looked down at herself. She still wore the white lingerie with pink bows, bra, panties, garter and stockings, and the little white gloves. She felt the choker at her neck. Nothing about her had change, including the fact that her body still ached for release, but she could smell her own arousal much stronger than she ever had before. She lifted her finger toward her face and could smell herself clearly, a slightly sweet, slightly tangy warm scent that carried a hint of flowery spice. It was off-putting. She’d never noticed it before, but now that she had, it was all she could focus on, and she wanted to wash it off, get rid of it, smell normal. She knew that she had bigger problems than her scent. She had just experienced some Narnia-level space-time portal insanity. This had to be a dream, despite how real it felt. If it wasn’t a dream, then she had no idea where she was, how she’d got there, or how to get back home. She tried not to panic, tried to maintain her composure, but despite her rising panic, her mind kept coming back around to fingering herself to orgasm. Some part of her was convinced that it was all she really wanted right now, and unbelievably in her bizarre situation, that part of her mind seemed to win out. With a deep breath, she lay back in the grass and closed her eyes, her legs inadvertently falling open as if in invitation to anyone who might be nearby. But there was no one around. She wished her dream lovers were here, the goat-man and his skilled tongue, the woman wrapped in midnight silk who made her breasts feel like the center of the universe, the man with the yellow eyes who fucked her mouth and made her love it. But she was alone. She could finish what she’d started, pleasure herself to orgasm. She wished silently for those dream lovers one more time, hoping they’d show up to give her the sensations she’d experienced in her fantasy. But she was still alone. So much for the power of manifestation. The sun warmed her nearly naked body as she slid one hand between her legs and closed her eyes. She had barely started working small circles over her clit with her fingertips when a low, bass voice came to her from the direction of the trees. “Well, hello there, little bunny.” The voice resonated in her belly and carried a musical quality to it. It sounded as if the speaker might break into song at any moment. “You are quite the unexpected sight.”

Chapter One - The Easter Surprise Part 5 Bunny curled up on the couch, pulling a blanket around her, and let the silence wrap her up tighter than his arms ever had. She didn’t love him. Not really. She had just sold herself on loving him, like she was some kind of used love salesman trying to pawn off something no one else wanted on her subconscious. She had wanted a man, had wanted love, had wanted… what? Something more than what she had now, that was for sure. She knew she didn’t love him, but she’d invested so much time into them, into making them a couple, that now she didn’t know who she was without him. She pulled the blanket more tightly around her, but the comfort she sought eluded her. Her body ached with a mixture of physical discomfort and emotional turmoil. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and reached for the bottle of wine, taking a long, slow sip. The liquid warmed her throat, but it did little to ease the emptiness inside her. She tipped it back again, hoping that a second sip would help. It didn’t. She set the bottle down and lay back on the couch. She let her hand drift to her thigh, tracing the lace trim of her stockings. She imagined how she had wanted him to touch her, and her own fingers mimicked that touch. Her fingers moved tentatively at first, but as she closed her eyes and leaned back into the cushions, she allowed herself to explore further. Her fingers trailed up her inner thigh, teasingly slow, as she tried to capture the sensations he should have given her, but instead of her dream version of Brandon, she found her mind wandered to her dream lovers from earlier. She imagined their hands on her, their touches gentle yet insistent, their eyes filled with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. She let out a soft moan, her body responding to the memory of their caresses. Her fingers found their way between her legs, tracing delicate patterns that sent jolts of pleasure through her. Bunny's breath hitched as she moved over her most sensitive spot, finding that tiny nub and easing it in small circles. Usually that was all she needed to bring herself to climax, but this time she slipped a finger inside and felt more aroused than she expected, her hips arching slightly off the couch. She added another finger, mimicking the movements of her dream lovers, her imagination running wild with the sensations they had evoked. She could almost feel their hands on her, their mouths kissing and sucking, their bodies pressing against hers. Her breathing quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as she worked herself toward heightened arousal. She curled her toes, her body tensing with anticipation. She was bringing herself to the climax Brandon couldn’t, or wouldn’t, and just as she felt it about to break, brightness filled the room. She had heard about people seeing stars behind their eyes, but this was actual light, and it interrupted her climax, her body quivering, her eyes open wide, then squinting into the strange brightness in the living room. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open to see a swirling circle of misty light spread out in the air before her. The circle widened, and the space inside revealed a blackness, a hole into nothing. She must be dreaming again, because it looked like some kind of portal was opening in the middle of the living room. She felt the pull before she could think. Something tugged at her as if she were weightless, lifting her from the couch. Her eyes widened in shock as she floated across the middle of the room, not touching the floor, walls, or ceiling, pulled by some unseen force through the air like some kind of magic trick. The pull grew in strength, pulling harder, picking up momentum, until the tips of her toes moved inside of that empty, black space and she felt coldness, then an inexplicable warmth. Panic rose inside her chest then, like someone beating a drum inside of her, like tendrils of ice crawling up her veins and freezing her muscles. She wanted to thrash against this pull, but even if she could move her arms, there was nothing to help her slow her movement into the blackness within the swirling circle of misty lights. She never screamed, her voice was stuck in her throat as she was sucked into the vortex, one hand still buried between her thighs, her body hot and ready for release, her mind filled with fear and confusion and the slight humming buzz of too much alcohol. Binny fell through nothing and everything, her body tumbling and spinning in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. As she flipped end over end she found she was able to move again. The muscles that seemed to have frozen when she was hovering in the air over the couch were now under her own control, and she removed her fingers from between her legs and straightened her panties. Time seemed to pass strangely in this nowhere realm. She had no idea how long she spun and flipped through that weirdly lit space, it felt like hours but could have been seconds, and it was over as suddenly as it had begun.

Chapter One - The Easter Surprise Part 4 The knock came a few minutes later, soft, lazy. “Bun? Hey. Come on. I told them to leave.” His voice was slurred at the edges. She didn’t answer. Just lay still, eyes burning, mascara running, leaving marks on her pillow. The door creaked open. Brandon leaned in the doorway, still holding a beer, almost like it was a shield. He gave her a half-smile, the kind he used to get flirt with waitresses and get out of parking tickets. “It was a joke, babe. You know how they are. I didn’t mean anything.” Bunny turned her face away but otherwise didn’t move. “You looked hot,” he added. “Really hot. Honestly, it kinda blew my mind.” She said nothing. “C’mon,” he said, stepping in. “Let me make it up to you.” His voice dropped, smoothing into something he probably thought was sexy. He set the beer down on the nightstand and crawled onto the bed, sliding up behind her. His hands, warm and heavy, moved across her waist. “You went all out,” he murmured against her ear. “So let me... you know. Say thank you.” The Short Version The Long Version Bunny lay there, her body heavy and her heart aching, as she stared up at the ceiling, her eyes burning with unshed tears. She felt used, dirty, and more alone than ever. Brandon's breathing evened out, and she could tell he was already deep in sleep, his body sated and his mind far from her. She stared at the ceiling and tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. Her skin felt dirty, and her cheeks burned with shame. She had tried so hard to please him, to be the fantasy he wanted, and all she felt was emptiness and humiliation. As she lay there, listening to Brandon's snores, she couldn't help but feel like a failure, like a woman who wasn't enough to satisfy the man she loved. Her chest ached. But she didn’t cry again. Instead, she stood up. Her legs were shaky, not from pleasure, but from shame and exhaustion. She padded out of the bedroom in her stockinged feet. The living room was dim, still faintly smelling of wine and sugared frosting. The little stuffed bunny sat on the table, its sign still beaming: I’m all yours! “No, you’re not,” she whispered.

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Fuck, away from this thread, to enjoy a quiet, intimate moment together.

Guilty. To an extent. When it gets into the "this is so hot it will melt your skin off" territory, then you're just being silly. The next person considers themselves religious or spiritual.