IsabellaRose

So guilty... no plea deal, no trial - lock my ass up. The next person enjoys anal sex.

Guilty on both counts. It's not a tasty snack that I crave like ice cream, but it's not that bad, either. The next person likes the taste of another person's body.

Spanking, Shadow Creature The shower had been a necessity after the botched summoning. I knew I shouldn't have listened to Ian. If he had his way, he'd summon a horde of imps to gang rape me just so he could watch. He'd call up the hounds of hell to fuck me just so he could witness bestiality firsthand. He liked to watch. He'd summon an incubus and watch it fuck me into oblivion. Come to think of it, there would be worse ways to go. But this time, we had reached out, he thought to summon our living shadows, but he had been wrong. Nothing arrived. We were naked and covered in ash for no reason. I'd washed it off, let the hot water run down over my body much longer than was required. What had I gotten into with Ian? Magic had been something private and perfect, something just for me, something sensual and personal. But then I'd read the book, learned of the power of a coven, of including others and their power into my magic. But for it to work, the intentions had to be shared, and the strongest intentions Ian and I shared were purely sexual. As such, so was almost all of our combined magic, whether it was what we set out to do or not. It had been overwhelming, but also so fulfilling, so insanely passionate. I'd been unable to stop. I was caught up in him, his magic, his intention. I knew I'd have to end it or it would go too far, but... maybe just once more. As I stood there naked, having just toweled off after a shower, the shadows moved on their own. I shook my head, blinked my eyes. Had I seen something? I looked into the mirror. Everything seemed normal. The shadows hadn't moved. I had been imagining things. But then the room grew darker, the temperature dropping, as the shadows gathered into one mass. The bathroom grew cold and eerie. It took me a minute to realize what I was seeing. The shadows began to form a humanoid shape as they came out of the walls. They crept closer, moving around the room, circling me. My heart raced, my throat going dry, but I stood there, afraid to move. The thing came around in front of me, but I could only stare. It was like staring into utter darkness. I couldn't see anything, and yet, I could see it all. The shadows were a dark mass, and as I watched, they formed limbs. And then they took shape, more human-like, changing into something else. I had to blink to make sure I wasn't imagining things. I was looking at a woman made of shadow. But not just any woman. It was me, a perfect, shadow copy of me, standing naked, as I was, her body made of pure darkness. Her skin was an indistinct blur of shadows, her nipples like black rocks, her mound a darker, deeper black than the rest. The shadows that formed her hair were wisps of fog that reached curled around her face and hung down to brush the tops of her breasts. Her eyes were deep pools of black, and she stared at me with a look of hunger, her lips parted. Her nipples hardened, her breasts rising as she breathed. I gulped. It was what we'd meant to summon. A shadow version of me. I had just a moment to wonder if Ian's shadow version were visiting him right now, too before she moved closer to me. I took a step back. I didn't know if I could trust the shadows, and I didn't know what it wanted. My bare feet slapped against the tiles of the shower. I felt vulnerable, naked and vulnerable, and I backed away from her, although her black eyes never left mine. The shadows followed. They surrounded me, moving in a circle around me, darkness around me. I continued backing up, the cold tiles under my feet. She didn't try to touch me. She just stood there, watching. And then she moved, walking closer until she was on top of me. She loomed over me, the black, dark body casting a shadow over mine, the indistinct blackness of her flesh covering mine. She breathed deeply, her breasts rising, her nipples hard. And then she lifted her hand to her face. I was expecting her to run it down her breasts or over her mound, but instead, she brought it down to my shoulder, to my right arm. She ran her fingers across my skin, the dark shadow of her fingertips leaving a trail of cold behind them. My nipples hardened, my skin goose bumping, but it wasn't from the cold. I reached up to take her hand, to stop her, but I couldn't touch her. I just stood there, helpless, staring into the black depths of her eyes as she looked down at me. She held her hand over my arm and ran her fingers down to my elbow. Her touch was so gentle, her fingertips trailing down my skin. Her eyes flashed and she looked at me with a sudden hunger that left me breathless. She moved her hand to my breast. I expected her to cup it, to run her fingers across it, but she didn't. Instead, she brushed it, her fingers moving against my nipple. The shadow of her fingers pressed into my skin, hard like rock. The pressure made my breath catch, the feeling so intense, so sharp. I was shocked at how much it hurt, and yet, I wanted more. I wanted more this delicious pain. If only... I cried out as she pinched my nipple, twisting it. And then she let it go. My nipple stung, my whole breast throbbing with pain. But it was the kind of pain that I liked. It made me wet. She ran her hand down my stomach, over my mound, down the inside of my thigh, to my knee, where she gripped me. She held my legs in place with that ice cold shadow grip, and the other hand pushed my chest and face, forcing me to move forward, and then she moved behind me. I couldn't move as she held my leg in place and pushed my torso toward the wall. I was on the tips of my toes, her hold on me strong. She forced me against the shower wall, waist curved back, my ass pushed out, her shadowy grip hard in my hair as she pulled my head back. My breasts pressed against the tiles. She was still standing behind me. What was she going to do to me with my ass up, my hands on the tiles... My face pressed against the cold, hard surface of the tiles, and I breathed heavily, my breath fogging in the shadowy cold. And then she ran her fingers across my ass. I could feel the cold, hard shadow of her fingertips as they moved across my skin. I could feel every sharp indent of her fingernail, every slight pressure she applied. I shuddered, my breath leaving me. And then she spanked me hard across the cheek, the pain sharp, my ass stinging. "Fuck!" I yelled, and she did it again. She didn't give me time to catch my breath before she did it a third time, her shadowy fingers slapping my ass cheeks, the pain burning me. I gritted my teeth. She spanked me again and again. I let out a guttural groan as she did, my eyes watering. I tried to straighten myself, to push up off the tiles, but she the hand in my hair held me firm, cheek and breasts pressed hard against the tiles. My arms were splayed, my fingers curling. I had nothing to hold on to, no way to stop her. She just spanked me, over and over, hard and painful with that icy shadow hand. "Fuck," I groaned, my ass stinging, my pussy aching. I wanted her to touch me there, to run her fingers across my wet, aching pussy. To run them through my slit, to fuck me with her fingers. To tease my clit. To bite it. I wanted more. I was sweating, and I didn't even feel cold anymore. But she just kept spanking me, over and over. "Please," I moaned as her hand struck my ass again. "Yes," she said in a deep voice, her tone commanding, as she spanked me again. "Beg me." My breath left me, my mind going fuzzy. I couldn't think. All I knew was the humiliating pain of that hand on my ass, the helplessness of being in her cold grip as she spanked me. The pain was sharp, but it was so good, and it mixed with pleasure. The more my ass hurt, the more my pussy throbbed with desire. My eyesight went hazy as her hand came down on my flesh again and again, my mind swimming. I needed to come. I needed to come so badly. My toes curled against the floor, my back arched, and I screamed. But before the orgasm could come, she stopped. My body begged for release from this insane buildup. I begged her out loud. "Please," I cried, knees shaking with desperation. "Please!" "No," was all she said and she stopped spanking me. She let go and I collapsed to the tile floor, catching myself on my hands and knees. "Fuck," I groaned, my ass on fire, my desire unsatiated. My fingers slipped against the tile. My limbs were heavy, my body so sore. The shadow creature ran her hands across my back, the black mass of her touch move up my back, into my hair, around my neck. As I blacked out, I wondered if this was the end for me, or if she would keep me alive to torment again.

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THE CHALLENGE Pick one of the three topics listed for today's date. Write and post every day. Make it short or long, innocent or sexy, sweet or salty, whatever hits the spot. If you don't feel the kink list, try to spooky list below. Ass Worship | Spanking | Wax Play Voyeurism | Rimming | Body Swap Tentacles | Necrophilia | Knife Play Gags | Cunnilingus | Bukkake Bondage | Sixty-Nine | Vibrator Blow Jobs | Suspension | Masks Leather | Humiliation | Aphrodisiacs Oviposition | Creampie | Tights Pet Play | Scissoring | Costumes Face Sitting | Multiple Partners | Hate Fucking Mirror Sex | Formal Wear | Sadism Lingerie | Cross-Dressing | Biting Pegging | Nipple Play | Dirty Talk Fucking Machine | Feet | Fuck or Die Cuckolding | Food Play | Hair Pulling Shibari | Hot Dogging | Uniforms Boot Worship | Lap Dances | Scars Glory Hole | Vehicle Sex | Blood Clothed Sex | Double Penetration | Prostitution Sex Work | Masturbation | Teasing Edging | Size Difference | Tit Fucking Watersports | Deep Throat | Morning Sex Corset | Collaring | Threesome Begging | Anal | Exhibitionism Monsterfucking | Shower Sex | Latex Breath Play | Orgasm Denial | Fingering Distracted Sex | Xenophilia | Armor/Mecha Spit-Roasting | Overstimulation | Incest Hand Jobs | Oral Fixation | Hard to Get Edgeplay | Degradation | Interrupted Sex FREE DAY!! Write Anything! | Any Combination of the Above | Aftercare Shadow Creature Haunted House Shapeshifting Ghost Town Darkness Pumpkin Patch Graveyard Ghost Ship Werewolf Vampire Zombie Horde Labyrinth Exorcism Coffin Asteroid Apocalypse Serial Killer Forest Apocalypse Crossroads Payment Demonic Possession Seance Incubus Sold Soul Mad Science Abandoned Building Decaying Zombie Alienfood Horned Being Disembodied Hand Ancestor's Curse Kidnapping Deadline Every day by midnight. Post your response to item 1 on Oct 1, your response to item 2 on Oct 2, etc. If you miss a day, no big deal! Post when you can! Limits 1 entry per person per day, but feel free to enter every single day! Prizes No contest, every entry wins! For every day you post a response to the prompt, you get 100 credits! Valid until I run out of credits!

Not guilty... I still have my old iPod and the old MP3 player, and even the old Sony Discman! But I don't use them. I just listen through my phone or to my personal collection through Plexamp. The next person has high end speakers of some sort for music enjoyment.

Guilty. But I might use it as a not-so-subtle hint that I might need attention sometimes, too. The next person has been watched while they masturbate.

Not guilty. When I have to go in, I drive. I even have a reserved spot in the garage. I must be important. (lol... I'm not) The next person masturbates more often than they think is normal.

Guilty. Don't judge. The next person has an idea for a roleplay they think is either too extreme or too intense/long term to even suggest it.

Guilty. But I've settled into more of a wine and/or bourbon girl now, depending on the circumstances. The next person has a drink recipe they love to make for friends or guests.

Not guilty, but I briefly considered it at the request of an ex. He ended up with someone with ALL the piercings. The next person has a tattoo.

Super guilty. Although there are times when rapid, brief replies fit the pace of the story, I generally prefer a well-thought out, well-crafted reply. But also, making a post long when just for the sake of being long but not really saying anything is bad, too. I'm super picky and annoying as a partner. Never play with me. I'm judgy and a terrible person. The next person dislikes overly wordy and flowery prose in a roleplay post. (also I hate that I can't edit my typos out of my posts anymore) ...but it is nice that it merges my replies into my previous replies so it looks like I was aware of my typo and just left it in there anyway.

Not guilty. Unless you count running, which I probably will never do competitively again, so... (cries) not guilty. The next person keeps fit with a regular exercise regime of some sort.

Not guilty. Quite the opposite, in fact. I had a chance to take my car around a race track near where I live, Watkins Glen, where they used to race Formula One. It was an amazing, exhilarating experience! Faster, faster! I love driving! The next person doesn't own a car.

Not guilty... at least not in writing The next person only plays OCs.

Guilty. Madly and frighteningly deeply. The next person has a side piece.

Not guilty, although I wouldn't mind giving a penis a test drive at least once. The next person falls in love too easily.

Sort of guilty? He ended up dating a friend, but I didn't so much lose him to her as I lost any chance with him because I was me. I was problematic for a period of time there. The next person is the jealous type.

Guilty. I had some rough years there for a while. I'm not proud. The next person woke up next to someone and genuinely didn't remember how they got there.

Guilty. I've really taken to online play in a way I never expected to, although I still enjoy my in-person games. Next person has been with more than one person sexually at the same time.

Not guilty. That always seemed like too much effort for something that can easily be done in a much more comfortable position. The next person prefers seeing a woman in (or wearing) tight/pantyhose/stockings over bare legs.

secret lover

Not guilty, although I do enjoy the excuse to cuddle and drink hot chocolate or coffee, curl up in a chair and look out at the snow, or wear my entirely too cute winter outfits. The next person has their own fashion style.

Guilty, but it's entirely sexual. The next person loves autumn weather the most!

Not? guilty? I've never really used public transportation. I grew up in the suburbs; everyone had cars. When I moved to the city, I lived within walking distance of work, a grocery store, and a laundromat. Now that I have my house, I have a car of my own. I never really needed to use public transit. The next person owns more than 1 of something that most people only have 1 of.