WritesNaughtyStories

Not guilty, unless "yes" is an option. Pistachio, chocolate, vanilla sherbet.... Yes, it's my favorite. Nest poster has a regular, everyday soft drink.

simply gorgeous

Not guilty. A few characters have had a favorite band or artist, but I'm such an old-head that I don't do playlists. If I can't randomize the whole catalog, I'm probably not interested. Next poster has written a snuff scene.

purpose built

on time

He approached from behind initially torn between revulsion - whether at himself or her, he did not know - and raw, animal power. Her arms raised above her, her inner thighs glistening with need and use. He moved quietly, eyes devouring the lurid sight - her shapely ass, accentuated by her elongated pose: toes touching the floor just enough to take the weight off her wrists. He grinned to himself and smacked her ass hard. Just once,. A sudden sharp snap and sting that fades into the maddening warmth. Anal's not his usual thing, but in the sudden awareness that he is the one who is nameless and faceless - the sight of her, hands clamped above her head, graceful, feminine form stretched out used and marked, are already forever burned in his brain, Hers is a strange position of power in this. He unbuckles his belt, opens his trousers and lifts his cock free of his underwear. He takes the last half step and presses the spongy head to the seam of her firm, shapely bottom and caresses its length. He says nothing and pushes firmly between her shoulder blades, coaxing her pretty rear end out slightly. Satisfied, he uses both hands to spread those luscious orbs to expose the pink rosette, He presses his cock head against the tight orifice without ceremony and pushes in with an audible grunt. Her anus is impossibly tight and neither had prepared for this. Perhaps he could lift himself from anonymity. Perhaps not. He jerked her backwards roughly, exhaling against her neck as he forced himself deeper. the sensation was magnificent, heightened by her being unable to see him, by the freedom to use her to serve himself, heedless of her pleasure. Her rested for a moment with his taut balls pressed to her slick, well used cuntlips. He memorized the sensation of her firm ass cheeks pressed against his hips, how her cum soaked lower lips felt against the prickly skin of his scrotum, the way she breathed and the scent of rut. He began to piston in and out of her, greedily, rocking her back and forth, his thumbs pressed into the small of her back as he drove his hips. He let himself go, attacking her butt with a ravenous need, happy to concentrate on how good the smooth walls of her rubbery ass felt on his aching member. He continued to plow into her from behind until he felt the inevitable pressure build behind his balls. He let go and drove forward with abandon, skewering her with as much of his length as he could. Thick geysers of cum poured into the stranger's bowels as he grunted wordlessly. The waves of pleasure were intense and his hips bucked and jerked as the world collapsed to were her tight sphincter clasped his manhood. His back arched and he could again fell the slick contact of her wet labia on the sensitive flesh of his balsack. When a degree of clarity returned, he pulled is cock out of her with a soft, moist slurpop. As unceremoniously as he'd entered her, he wiped his cum-slick prick on first one ass cheek, then the other and fixed his pants. He gave her bottom a playful pinch and left, without word but her bored eternally into his consciousness.

I am back again with my irregular, "Please join this game" post. This kind of started off as a kind of "yeah, there's not enough porn in my other idea" joke, but actually what's emerged is a pretty cool story of freedom fighters, giant monster-mecha hybrids and an oppressive regime that uses emotion blockers to control the population. We've had some interest in some engineers because the weird sexual connection to the mechs seems to be a bridge too far for many people - but hey, you don't have to write your interface that way (I think @WickedCadrach would tell you that is is a lot of fun though). The story is getting ready to turn into the rebels trying to liberate a regime outpost that was supposed to be sacrificed to kaiju for propaganda purposes. The captain doesn't like that because it's shitty, but one of the pilots really hates it because she was liberated from the Hive regime when her parents were killed in a similar stunt. We're using FATE to run this, but don't worry about the mechanics, they're utterly secondary to the narrative.

Guilty. A video game. Guitar Hero. On Monopoly it was intended to be a critique of capitalist greed (the Monopoly Man is, if I remember right, based on the cartoons critical of Robber Barons), but the point got lost. The game play is mercilessly slow and there's nothing to do when it's not your turn. It's turn of the last century mechanics were traditional at the time, but without a catch-up mechanic (which would defeat the cruel lesson of the game) once you're behind there's nothing to do but wait. Now it feels interminably slow, but again, like Robert Howard or Edgar Burroughs, it's a product of a different time - 6 hours wouldn't interrupt anything and the radio could be on. It might be an interesting thought experiment to work on speeding up game play to fit it into the "ideal" modern window of 2 hours or less. Next poster has more than one RP response they're WAY behind on.

Guilty. There aren't many I don't have a strong opinion about. Is there one in particular you'd like to hear about? Next poster loves a widely hated video game and doesn't get the hate.

brain drain

Not guilty. Two things I know, "Never take someone else's bet." and "Cook it yourself." Next poster has an online sports book account.

Guilty. I have two to choose from and would be happy either way: pho or biryani. Next poster has won more than $100 in a single card game.

brave adventurers

Pride flag

predatory urges

Guilty. Several things actually. Dosa, fritatta, paella, brisket, curry... My old man told me when I was very young, "Boy, if you want to eat well, you need to learn to cook well, 'cause no one's gonna cook for you." That turned out to not actually be true, but I have always loved good food and thought about going to culinary school. Next poster hates cooking.

Not guilty. My usual routine is abuse and neglect. Next poster has a healthy routine of self care that isn't excessive or indulgent.

collectible toy

Magda gave the younger woman a charming, high wattage smile, "Aren't you cute, granny. Thinking anyone cares about the wrapping paper." She shoved the hem of the shirt up, allowing Emily's pert breasts to spring free. "My, my... the wrap certainly did not do the present justice," she said with a soft, appreciative whistle. Emily rocking against her was maddening in the best way possible. Magda could feel the girl's building excitement feeding into her own. While the direct neural link was absent, Magda could hear Emily's breath quickening, could feel the slow drag of her clothed crotch against her hip as the heat between her own thighs grew. The captain pressed her lips to the young pilots flat belly, kissing and nibbling as the faint metallic click of Emily's cybernetic heart sounded through her chest. Magda looked up with a grin and let her hands drop slowly over Emily's ribs to her hips. She slouched down in her chair, pulling Emily tight to her and pressing the rapidly dampening crotch of her panties against Emily's thigh. The little rise where the tear in her jeans revealed the skin beneath gave Magda a target for her rapidly stiffening clit. "Mmmm..." Magda purred into the flawless skin of Emily's abdomen as her hands slid up the girl's bare back and her breasts slipped over the soft stubble of her shaved head.

big lie

Not guilty. We're live on opposite ends of the country and are pretty different. Next poster makes a mint iced tea to address the heat.

Guilty. There's actually quite a lot, but two standouts are the 1939 film Gunga Din and the 1958 Link Wray song Rumble. Next poster has a new favorite artist - be they singer, actor, painter, dancer, whatever - that debuted in the past 5 years

Magda let Emily push against her, confine her to her chair. As the younger woman pressed close and exhaled her scented nicovapor, Magda grabbed her firm, ass and kissed her belly through her ragged tank top. The Captain shivered as Emily's short nails tickled her scalp and neck. The glow of her nicstic lit the pilot's face from below, giving it petty shape a threatening cast and throwing a warm light across the modest, delectable curves of her surprisingly exposed breasts. "I think I remember my close quarters moves pretty well, but regular drill is important to keeping skills fresh." She replied, pulling the girl into her lap by her very tight ass. She tugged at the loose neck of Emily's shirt, "Is that skivvy shirt regulation, Lieutenant Kehrer?" She asked, he own voice husky and laden with seductive intent. The Captain peered over the loose neck of the tank top, letting the stic's light illuminate her rosy nipples. Payarkoon looked up at Emily's face. "Well, those are very pretty..." She could feel her own nipples perk up and rub against the suddenly rough fabric of her olive tank top. She took the cig from Emily's lips and raised her mouth to the younger woman's to kiss her. She took Emily by the back of the head and pulled her down to press her full lips against the pilot's. This was more than just the echoes of their interactions with their BioFrames, and Magda thought she could feel that Emily felt it too. She let her free hand slip up Emily's back, under her tank top. The warm skin and ripples of Emily's spine sending sparks of excitement up Magda's fingers.

Not guilty. Even the most worn out slasher tropes are still a thrill. Some of it is nostalgia, some of it is lust for the shameful, for hidden and transgressive but there is still a thrill associated with letting myself be scared. Next poster watched the Spartacus series just to see Lucy Lawless nude.

Guilty. But I feel like that's kind of a "no shitter". Currently coveting Heat: Pedal to the Metal but no one I know wants to play. Next poster has a Go set.