WritesNaughtyStories

I'm going to copy and paste this into a new thread over in Public RP but I love this.

Perhaps an initial glance across the train car and notice the cute girl with the cute skirt walks the same direction from the station? I feel like that leads to a montage of lunches with searching eyes hoping to see her again and looking away when they do catch each other - I should probably NOT write movies...

Hole-iday.

Not guilty by way of non-participation. The next poster is actually really good at giving gifts.

Guilty AF. Devout atheist - I have no use for any of this. I'd rather buy you gifts when I see cool, fun or interesting stuff and go out to dinner once a week than have all this mythology. Next poster has driven drunk and will likely do so again in the next year.

Guilty. The next poster will drink a pot of tea they don't like rather than dump it out.

I concur. There's no way for members to opt in or out. Even if there were list management tools, it would run counter to the community's ethos.

I've always thought an announcement system would help, but the site - and one of the reasons like it so much - is designed with an eye to privacy. There's no system to send a message to all the members of a club. The site admins seem disinclined to let us use the community news space for these kind of announcements as it's not actually about the community. Everyone posting a status on their wall as they submit a story or see a challenge announced is probably the second best thing we can do. The best being submit stories, talk about the difficulties and joys we faced writing it. The more active we are, the more interest out club garners. The more involved we are the more attractive our club. If we treat this like a virtual writers' commune, that's exactly what it will become. As for frequency, i think a biweekly challenge is plenty. It gives the managers time to think of ideas, people to come up with ideas and execute them. Here's my suggestion for a holiday challenge: Black Peter or Krampus. Krampusnacht is fair game too, I guess. Perhaps we do that now so the voting is going on for the 6th?

Which old hag, the one from Scooby-Doo, Where are You?

Not guilty. Watching is never as much fun as doing. The next poster doesn't floss.

I'm guessing asking is a good way to get it. Let me see if I can search up a few eager young lads. *checks his notebook* "Yep," he says, giving it a little shake. "There's as many as you need. But, since there;s the pair of you you could pull a reverse gangbang...." As an aside, how shocked would anyone be if I said I'd never played any Final Fantasy game? I did play the original Wasteland, if that counts for anything.

If this idea appeals to you - reach out to Perrie. She's friggin' awesome. Full disclosure: the only reason I'm not jumping on this myself is I already have 2 L O N G running RPs going with her.

This is not wholly true. You are mercurial. When you feel like you're on, you are factually magnificent. If not the best of us, very nearly so. But, and this is supposition, I think it's really hard for you to be less than Hugo-worthy. You owe us nothing, IsabellaRose. I'm confident I can speak for most of us when I say, "We love it when you share your writing and creativity with us, but completely understand when you don't."

Dad smiled at his daughter, "You know how I love that pretty face, you can suck daddy's cock a little - you were Brooke's age when you learned to suck my dick. Won't hurt her to see mommy on her knees." He urged her to her knees in front of him, "I'll have you sitting on that railing, knees spread wide in no time. I promise." He whispered urgently as he steered the fat purple head of his cock towards his daughter's lips, secretly hoping little Brooke would catch the show.

Daddy nodded slowly and gave that charming, wolfish smile Victoria had seen her whole life. "Much." He replied simply, slipping one hand between her legs to press the delicate flesh beneath her red lace underwear. "Only color I like more is titty pink." He could feel the fabric sliding over her bare mound, "Ooh," he purred, "freshly waxed, just the way I like it." He finished with another big grin. He set his beer on the railing to one side and pulled his t-shirt over his head. As he turned to drop it in the chair his shoulder muscles rippled and th3e sun caught the graying chest hair and happy trail. He turned back to his daughter and took her by the hips. "Up you go." He said, hefting her toward the railing. "You get that bra off and show daddy those pretty tits he gave you." The old man instructed, hooking his fingers into her panties and tugging them down. He tossed those into the chair with his shirt and undid the simple belt that topped his old jeans. Red let the back of his hand brush the bare slit of his daughter's cunt before he undid the button and zipper of his jeans. He lifted out the thick ten inches of his cock and pressed the head to her clit. "This is the only reason you come up here isn't it?" He joked. He grabbed her around her hips again, "Show me how happy you are to be here, baby."