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Guilty, though, to be honest, "good" isn't entirely necessary. Hellraiser: Bloodline anyone? Next poster has an actor they will watch, regardless of script, genre or co-star.

Guilty. Often. I also write pornographic RPs on company time. Feels fair to write about fucking while, well, getting fucked. Next poster also forgot to be independently wealthy.

The move has no impact on Selene - she gets to react however you want her to.

Dylan, rolled 10 using 2d6+2. Dylan (Turn on Robin) (Hot+1, Pulling a String for +1). I get my String back and Robin chooses: I give myself to you I promise something I think you want, or I get embarrassed and act awkward.

"Kissing?" Dylan asked, much more hurt than they had any justifiable right to be. They and Robin weren't dating. Not exactly. They shared - what, precisely? Longing? Outsider status on the claustrophobic island they called home? Uncertain sexual identity? Even drifting in the aching echo of violence made ever so deliciously more real by the eXtasy and arousal coursing through their blood stream the cold emptiness gnawed behind their heart. The Hollowness hurt. Not the good, sharp burning kind, but the dead kind. Dylan dug their nails into their palm as they made their way down the hall to the next door. They pushed it open and pulled Robin and Selene in. A couple squealed their surprise, and Dylan barked, "Fuck off! Now!" The fury frightened Dylan more than it did the couple, but they complied. In the dim light Dylan shook. Emotions tumbled more violently that their encounter with Charlotte and tears of frustration, loathing and confusion streamed down their cheeks. Robin was beautiful. Sexy in that outfit, and the X stirred, low in Dylan's pelvis. Suddenly they slid forward with an imperceptible movement and caught Robin about her waist. Their hands fell to the girl's pert bottom and Dylan pressed themself against Robin and kissed her. //I'm half tempted to roll Turn Someone On here. But for now I won't unless you want the mechanics to help decide the narrative.

Magda nodded at her instructions, happy to fold herself into the young pilot's pleasure and control. Her mouth and nose slid through the slick, wet valley between Emily's outer lips. The captain felt herself beginning to soak through her panties, the moisture of own arousal wetting her thighs. Even as she bent her finger to catch it between her tongue and the entrance to Emily's welcoming canal, she ached to touch her own cunt. She did not. A good girl waited until she had permission. She did not ask. She did not do things to beg forgiveness for. Instead, Magda rubbed the back of her finger against Emily's delicate inner lips, wetting it thoroughly with her natural lubrication. Magda stared up, eager to prove how good she could be. How good she could make Emily feel and began to press her long, agile tongue past those inner lips, relishing the press of her stiff clit against her philtrum. She wiggled her slickened finger back, teasing Emily's tight rosette before beginning to push in slowly. Pressed both her tongue and finger forward witha groan before pulling out, feeling Emily's hunger grow as she worked her toward even greater desire. She eased first her tongue in, the taste of Emily's sex filling her mouth and nose, to flood her brain as she pushed her finger into the pilot's rear with a wiggle. She could feel the pressure against her tongue, and pressed her tongue tip forward, pressing against the ventral wall of Emily's pussyhole. She wished her tongue were longer, so she could push more of herself into Emily. With her free hand Magda cupped Emily's ass, squeezing the flesh that remained. If only this could be all she did. Making pretty girls moan in pleasure, while she ached to touch herself.

@IsabellaRose, I issue you a challenge: Let's both play Anamnesis. I was just looking at that in my own folder (my books are sorted into folders by game title, so I have to do a little more work to find my solo games) and seeing it in yours seems like as good a reason to give it a go. Say, report back here by October 1st? If anyone else has, or wants to get a copy to jump into this weird experiment, you are absolutely welcome to. I'm open to other suggestions if there are games others are interested in more than Anamnesis,

I own the PDF of Mythic but haven't used it. I play solo journaling games a lot though. Void 1680 AM is my current favorite. I love that the playlist is integral to the game.

Fuckin' A right I do. Guilty! And I'll eat you if'n you don't like it! Next poster loves a Korean revenge flick.

Dylan gave a smile through their cut lip, "Hey, you were protecting Robin. I helped." Feeling oddly confident - maybe it was Robin being here, looking the way she did and helping them up - Dylan brushed a wrinkle out of Selene's robe, "If it weren't for you I'd have never known what those three were up to." They eased an arm around Robin's shoulder, as much for the sake of touching her as steadying themself, and started door. The Hollow saw Derek leering from across the dancefloor and the bit of confidence wavered. Dylan started to pull their arm away from her but stopped. Instead they urged Robin the other way. They desperately did not want to cause Robin any more trouble but just as desperately wanted to stay close to her. "Why does he hate me?" They asked, trying to nod discreetly in Derek's direction. The breeze from a nearby dancer's arm wafted across the exposed curve of Dylan's breasts and they suddenly felt very exposed despite their arousal. Robin excited them. This party excited them. And the X felt amazing, but they were a freak and knew it.

Derek stood a head taller than most of the other collegiates and gave a rough chuckle as Charlotte floored Dylan, "Jesus, look that freak - getting wrecked by a girl. He hoped that Charlotte would press the advantage a tear the freak's jacket off and show them all what promised to be very pretty tits. But then, Charlotte started smashing Dylan's head against the floor. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! NO!" He screamed, The last thing he wanted, anyone wanted. Anyone NEEDED. Was Charlotte killing anyone. Even that butter-face freak. Before he could push through the crowd and pull Charlotte off, Dylan said something and the whole thing ended as suddenly as it started. To his credit, the DJ tried to redirect the crowd and Derek made a mental note that the was the guy for future parties. Then some hottie - fucking Robin!? Nah, Yeah, Robin, ran over and knelt beside her, Fucking freak! Dylan blinked up at Robin, their eyes still drifting in and out of focus as the blows to the head mixed with X. They smiled weakly and licked at their lip. "It's okay." they stammered as loudly as they could manage, working to help Robin sit themself up. Talking hurt more than sitting up. Dylan folded their bandaged hand over Robin's handful of bloody napkins. Then they saw Robin freeze. The sudden ache in their chest pushed aside the thunder in their skull and the fire in their lip. Things were cold and Dylan closed their eyes, trying to decide how they were going to get out of Derek's party. Simply sucking into the floor or Just. Stopping. didn't seem like likely options. But then they felt hands under their arms, trying to help them up. 'Fuck, Couldn't Charlotte have just stomped me?' They wondered silently as the opened their eyes and tried to focus. It was Robin. Still. And sexy, Well, slutty sexy. Not her usual wholesome sexy. And the warmth and taste of steel suddenly become more. They licked their split lip again. "Wow," they croaked, their skull pounding with the noise of their voice, "you look," Finding a word hurt, and Dylan pressed a hand to their head, "Hot." They forced a smile, "It's different." Dylan held onto Robin's shoulder and struggled uncertainly to their feet, leaning on the girl heavily. "I'm okay, You?" They said gesturing with a vague wave off the dance floor. "Just kinda spun."

Dylan's head swam. Black crept in at the edges of their vision even as the flash of jarred-nerve white filled the center. The steely taste of blood filled their mouth. And then the eXstasy hit. The familiar arousal stirred into the hurt. Pure, identifiable pain that sang in the burn of scratches and the aching disorientation in their skull. So much better than the usual loneliness as warm breath leered at them on party nights. As the sexual tension rose, thoughts of Robin pushed into the swirling confusion and Dylan smiled. "Why do you hate her so much? She loves you so fucking much and you don't know how good you have it." They asked, poking at their split lip with their tongue. 'Fuck, that feels and tastes good.' They thought.

Damn it! I just had a great thought. Anyone mind if I ignore my promise to wait?

I', going to hold off on replying to let Velvet, Robin and Selene weigh in on this disaster.

Captain Magda Payarkoon loved her comrades. She loved each of them in the deeply human way revolutionaries who shared hopeful visions and lives of struggle and privation to realize those visions often do. She loved each the men and women who fought beside and for her, often in a slightly maternal way, individually and collectively. They were a chosen community that had become an adoptive family. As Magda slid her willfully bound arms down Emily's cybernetic legs, she felt herself cross a threshold. She loved Emily for giving her this. For letting her not be in charge. She loved Emily for taking charge of her. Yielding to her was a divine feeling and Magda dove into it headlong. The sensation of her shaved head sliding across the slick crevice of Emily's aroused sex as she bent to put her hands on the floor felt sublimely submissive. Magda gave her head a wiggle, stroking the younger woman's clit and splayed labia with the soft stubble of her scalp. The captain, half aware of how the line she had just crossed complicated her life, and maybe Emily's, bit the pilot's boy shorts and tasted the musky sweetness of her pussy. She moaned at what it meant and how good it felt to taste it, on all fours, hands bound, head streaked with that same grool. Magda hugged Emily's calves as she worked the leg hole loose from the joint between flesh and robotics. Magda tugged Emily's panties to the floor, bending low and pressing her face to the floor between her feet. The floor of the container was as cool as the steel of her lover's foot. Magda pressed her cheek to the inside of Emily's calf and kissed the top of one cybernetic foot before raising her face to her mistress. Magda needed to please her. Needed to be good. To be owned. She lifted her head happily, eager to pleasure the young woman. With her hands on Emily's ankle, Magda kissed her naked mons dutifully before nuzzling her hooded clit. She gave it a gentle, light kiss and looked up. "Hands on the floor or may I touch your pretty ass, mistress?" She asked. She didn't wait for an answer before she turned her attention to slipping her tongue between the juicy folds of Emily's lower lips. She licked along the length of her pale, pink valley, lost in finding what Emily enjoyed. Magda knew she needed to be good at this, so she nibbled at Emily's lip, nuzzling her stiffen clitoris with her nose, wiggled her tongue towards her entrance, the dragged it, spread wide across the fragrant, Gouda scented valley to lave her clit, coaxing her hood back with her tongue tip. She desperately wanted to lower her head again, feel Emily grind and slide against her shorn scalp. She'd never felt so deliciously used. Thinking about it, as she slurped Emily's other cuntlip into her mouth as she teased her clit with her nose, sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Magda's own drooling core.

It was lash out. Dylan wants to get hurt. I'm not sure how I got them on this kind of shadow of their darkest self, but that's where we are. I anticipate Dylan taking a couple of harm here, and hopefully giving the DJ something spectacular to show...

Not guilty. And, honestly, I'm kinda sad about that. Next poster supports a pornographic Patreon or other patron style creator.

Dylan heard the commotion behind them before they got a chance to talk to the DJ. Turning, the Hollow saw Charlotte shove Selene to the floor and anger flared. They bit down on it - they'd had a lot of practice suppressing fury - and turned back to the DJ. "Hey!" they called with a forced smile painted on their full lips, "Can I ask you a favor?" Dylan began, drawing the little bag of pills from their pocket, concealed in their fist for the moment. "You don't happen to have Hurts So Good by John Cougar, do you?" "My friends are going to bring a video to you to show. O have a bunch of X that I can give you to record me getting the shit kicked out of me and play it instead - be a nice video for Johnny..." Dylan let their wrap slip again as they offered the DJ all but one of the pills and gave him a wink as they turned to face the dance floor. It had been a day or failure and hurt. It was so much easier when there was blood. It made sense. Dylan strode forward, and grabbed Charlotte by the shoulder and spun the girl to face them. "I'm your problem, not Selene, CUNT!" they shouted the last word, giving Charlotte a shove, trying to force the girl's hand into violence. This Dylan could control. /OOC: Dylan, rolled 6 using 2d6-1 ((3,4))

impenetrable lie

Not fucking guilty. I detest the sensation. It is in no way sensual or arousing to me. Next poster likes having their naughty buts clamped, pinched or bound.

Lash out physically to physically attack or Shut someone down talk sense or intimidate

"Her cousin," hissed Mister Askars' syrupy-smooth voice through the æther, "get her drunk. Falling down, pissing her pants drunk, scare my little birdy into being a very good girl. Veal, if you will." Velvet could feel the low, predatory chuckle rather than hear it. "I'll tell you when, but push Charlotte into the pool - I'll collect her from the ambulance."

Dylan continued to dance, even as their muscles tensed. "One," the Hollow smiled, "it means I have more drugs to give him to get him to play anything else - maybe you and me dancing." Dylan pressed closer to Charlotte, "Everyone hates me - how much do you think I can get on you?" They ask, writhing their way to the floor well behind the beat. The motion was serpentine, a languidly sensual. "But, more importantly," Dylan added, "since I'm already a pariah, there's nothing to lose if I use your face to break the screen. Now, Robin won't like that but that's better than watching you hurt her." Dylan let a hand drag over Charlotte as they separated from her to approach the DJ, "Want me to save you one?" They called loudly as they stepped to the table with a smile on their full lips.

Magda took her bundled shirt in both hands, keeping it wrapped around her wrists and watched as Emily's ragged jeans slid to the floor. "Oooh,..." she purred, "dirty old bird likes what she sees." She added with hooded lids as she eased herself to her feet. Emily was taller than Magda, and the older captain lifted her hands over Emily's head, raising of her toes to clear it cleanly. Magda pressed herself tightly to Emily, rubbing her inflamed nipples over Emily's as she lowered her arms over Emily's head. Magda's biceps squeezed the lieutenant's shoulders as the shorter woman lowered her bound hands to encircle her junior's torso. Magda rubbed Emily's back with the heels of her hands. Magda kissed Emily's neck as she settled onto her heels and let her lips drift down to the sensitive hollow above her collar bone. Her dark, full lips continued to meander lower, kissing Emily's clavicle, then the swell of her pale breast. Magda's arms held Emily's in place as the senior officer found a stiff, pink nipple and first teased it with her lips, then tongue and teeth, tugging at it for a long moment before Magda sank slowly to her knees, letting her voluntarily bound arms caress the bare skin. Squatting, with her knees on either side of Emily's legs, Captain Payarkoon kissed her flat belly, rolling her head to the side to nibble her way to Emily's hip. Soft lips danced over the delicate skin above the girl's boy shorts. Magda shuffled to her knees, letting her hands fall below Emily's hands and hug her thighs. The captain smiled up at the pilot, her dark eyes still half closed with arousal before she pressed her face to the fabric covering Emily's pubic mound. Little kisses rained across the fabric. "A good girl does as she's asked." Magda said with a suggestive smile.

If he wants Robin, you;re going to have to offer him something extra special - I think he want to take Charlotte. I have a clear vision for this, but we're still working out this MC by committee thing, so before I post for him, @WickedCadrach, @Chiyako - do either of you want to weight in?