Somethingsomething

I am pretty busy these days so I will unfortunately not be able to write a story until the deadline for this challenge, but I really like the words for this week's story so I'll write something and hand it in delayed

Even though I liked @PsychoSexual's story, I felt @Aura's plot was just a bit more creative I guess the only thing I disliked a bit was the whole virginity thing because I understand that this adds a certain thrill to the story but I think the plot was already good without that but that's just my opinion thanks for sharing your two stories with us guys!

Thank you

Lillian stepped to the window an drew back the curtain. Emitting a yearningly sigh, the girl looked onto the vastness of the forest Carterhaugh that surrounded the little hill on which her family’s mansion stood and which today was covered in thick fog. It was a cold autumn day and for most of the day it had been rainy and windy and Lillian had spent her time with mending one of her younger sister’s dresses, drinking tea and eating biscuits. The girl glanced at the needle and thread which lay upon a little, wooden table and sighed again. She knew she had to finish the dress today or at least present a satisfying result at the end of the day. Usually, Lillian was used to the delicate needlework, however for this dress she was using a new and more difficult method, and after having worked on it for the whole day, Lillian just wanted to get some fresh air to clear her mind and to give their fingers a break. Putting on some shoes, gloves, her coat, a scarf and her hat, Lillian stepped out into the cold and damp autumn air. Her family’s house was surrounded by rose gardens, through which the used to girl dander in the summer, enwrapped by the rose’s sweet and soft scent, however at this time of the year all roses were withered. Lillian strolled through the rows of rosebushes, which would rest in their quiescent and colourless sleep until spring, until she found herself in front of the gate, which marked the entrance to her family’s property. To be accurate, her father had bought the whole land between the Yarrow Water and the Ettrick Water, but Lillian’s family did only husband the mansion on the hill and the gardens and it was an implicit rule that they left the rest of the land to those, who had lived there even before them. Lost in her thoughts, Lillian opened the gate and continued walking, the seam of her dress soon drenched from the dew which had formed thick waterdrops on the uncut high blades of grass. She was once again glad for her new, leathered boots, which kept her feet dry, and fastened her scarf around her neck. Soon the girl had reached the margin of Carterhaugh. It was an old forest, with trees that had grown so thick that it required Lillian and all three of her siblings to reach around them with their hands. They had used to play in the woods when they had been smaller, but ever since then, the forest seemed to have lost its magic and its fascination. Lillian was about to turn around to return home, when a drop of rain hit her hat. The girl lifted her head and looked into the sky. In the next moment, the rain came pouring down onto her. Cursing, she turned around to estimate how long it would take her to walk up the hill and back home again, but then decided to wait in the security of the trees until the rain had stopped. Lillian hadn’t been in the forest for what must have been years she guessed, but still it felt the same as the last time that she had been here. The mossy floor felt soft and comparably dry beneath her feet and the woods smelled like fresh soil and rotting fallen leaves. Patting off some raindrops from her coat, Lillian made her way into the woods where the trees stood closer together and offered more shelter from the downpour, when she suddenly smelled something different, flowery. The girl made a surprised face and followed the scent, until she had fount its origin: It was a rose. It grew at feet of an old and seemingly dead tree, almost hidden by bushes that grew around it as if to shield it from the upcoming winter. Lillian knelt down besides it and looked at it in fascination. She had never seen a rose in Carterhaugh, let along at this time of year. Lillian sat onto a broad root next to the rose waited until the sound of rain had ceased. She gave the flower a quick glance, then broke it to bring it to her sister as an excuse for the unfinished dress and gently placed it into the breast pocket of her coat. “Do you not have enough roses in your garden?” Lillian emitted a surprised cry and whirled around. At first, she didn’t see the man that had spoken the words, but only a moment later the had made his way through the trees and stood in front of her. “I picked it up to give it to my sister, Sir.”, she said. “And who gave you the permission to enter this forest and to sit here?”, the man replied, ignoring her answer. Lillian wrapped her arms around herself defensively. “I do not need any permission, Sir.”, she said, trying to sound as confident as possible. “This land belongs to my father and I am free to go where I want.” Instead of a response, the man eyed the girl for a moment. Lillian felt herself tensing up in unease. “I do not want to be impolite, Sir, but I need to go home. I am sure my mother awaits me already.”, she said and curtsied, before she turned around. Lillian was about to hurry off, as suddenly he grabbed her by the sleeve of her coat and pulled her back with no effort. The girl stumbled over her own feet and fell onto the mossy ground. She looked at him, frozen in panic and opened her mouth to scream but no sound left her lips. “You had no right to come here.”, he said as he knelt down in front of her. In the next moment she could feel his hands upon her legs. --------- For those of you who think that this somehow sounds familiar, basically this is my interpretation of the beginning of the story of Tam Lin

me too

So WNS and me have been role playing for quiet a while now and he is a wonderful and considerate role playing partner. His characters range from rough and reckless to utterly adorable and everything in between and are very authentic in their behavior. I guess since I particularly like story driven role plays I really enjoy how he picks up on even small gestures or details which makes the character interactions as well as the story feel really natural. 5/5. Would recommend : )

"I just don't think we have the same aims in life anymore and I don't see this going anywhere further. I guess it'd be best to end this now, even though I still do like you a lot." Them feels.

I started role-playing (or at least did my first role play then) at a random website called neopets which is basically a website where you have pets and play games but it also had a forum part. Those were definitely the most innocent roleplays, we were basically a bunch of kids walking around a fictional world where cake grew from trees. I think I was about 10 years old back then. My first NSFW roleplay was much later, maybe when I was 20 years old and obviously on a different platform as well

such a lovely and sad song!

Neat! Congrats! In public..like in front of real people.. in the middle of march. In front of people via the internet this Wednesday. When was the last time that you felt like you could be 100% yourself in front of other people?

Maybe six or seven years ago, I'm not sure. When was the last time you were proud of yourself?

If reptiles were mammals, what would alligators feed their young with? I think I'm not leaking.

A class on how to present data in R studio

Definitely listen to them! --> definitely dudes. Romeo and Juliet or Macbeth?

The love of my life in perpetual economic struggle, definitely. I'd rather work some extra shifts to support my significant other than to be stuck with someone I do not have feelings for. Classical or contemporary art?

It felt important too, but to everyone else in the lab I probably look like this: "Interesting..please make some notes regarding the shiny marble Janet. I'm sure we're at the verge of something spectacular!" A soap dispenser.

Good luck! The results of last week's experiments on my computer screen.

haha yeah I see, there is no nice honest-sex talk anymore..what happenend?

I lost track on the topic so long ago

Alrighty, I'm going to bed everyone! Have a good evening!

Sugar Peel