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Luna Lovelace (WIP)
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"I've gotta make a difference, I'm moving with a purpose, I'm feeling my inertia. Stubbornly, I will believe, is it my turn to be the hero?" Stoic, quiet and enigmatic in many ways. Hailing from Neon City, some people are born with gifts, talents and learning abilities that come naturally to them in different niches. Luna found her niche in machinery, finding that she just understood the way parts fit together and operated after a very short time in a shop class in school. Excelling in the subject, after school she landed a job in a body shop that also did repair services and tune-ups, soon becoming their go-to girl, finding that she could identity problems with vehicles even by just listening closely to them or spending a few minutes behind the wheel. Still, Luna could be mischievous. She had a personal habit of discovering the limitations of machinery and then finding ways to exceed those limitations for optimal performance. As such, she would sometimes take the finer cars brought to the shop for "joy rides" in the lot behind the store where vehicles were test driven to make sure they were performing well after repairs. Testing speed, maneuverability, handling and anything else she wanted to make notes on for any particular make, Luna was eventually discovered by a talent agent who happened to be in Neon City and decided to scout local body shops for potential mechanics for the Octane Pro Circuit of racing. There, he found Luna. It didn't take long for Luna to reach rising stardom in the pro circuit, she was formidable behind the wheel and had other certain... Appeals, to racing fans around the country. But every sport has it's rivalries and Luna's rivalry was found in another star in the circuit by the name of Sunny Day, a petite young woman that she found to be the polar opposite of her in every way. Naturally, conflicting personalities clashed. Luna doesn't hate Sunny. She doesn't even dislike her, but with competition comes rivalry and only one can be the best. Besides, Sunny was like a Chihuahua. Small, blonde and full of bark. Someone needed to keep the little bitch humble. Luna can come off as an ice queen, but that isn't quite the truth. She does enjoy company and does like to enjoy herself, but her means of enjoying herself are more quiet, such as going for an aimless drive or eating something light at the beach. Despite the way she may dress at times, she does it for her own comfort and not because she cares about being attractive. She can't deny that the luxury that has come with fame is something she enjoys, but fame and money mean very little to her when it comes down to it. She's in it for the love of the game and nothing else. (Work in progress. Luna can optionally be played as a futa, or with a futa. Not sure exactly what I want to do with her yet.) -
Marisol "Sunny" Day (WIP)
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"Kill this destiny that's trying to tell you what you should be, into the void I scream - 'someone try and stop me!'. Dare to believe, to become, spotlight lover, deepest cover." Impulsive, rash, bratty and sometimes considered arrogant. Sunny did not come from humble beginnings. She was born into wealth and treated like a princess for most of her upbringing until she reached her sweet sixteen and received her first car as a gift from her parents. The feeling of freedom and power that it filled her with was a high that she chased ever after. Then, she found speed. More appropriately, speed found her. While out with her highschool friends one day, she decided to be a passenger princess in her own car for the night and let one of her guy friends who was into cars take the wheel. On the rain-slick streets late at night when there was no traffic, a car pulled up beside them and revved their engine. The light turned green and off they went, tires screeching, rubber burning, engines roaring. It was in that moment that Sunny became an adrenaline junkie and realized that racing was her calling. Changed needed to be made to create an image, however. A persona needed to be created. Her mother was very spiritual and named her Marisol, due to her blonde hair like the rays of the sun and her vibrant blue eyes like the sea. Having Day as a surname was fortunate, because she decided that Sunny Day was a much more marketable and memorable name than Marisol, thus she took the name and started on the amateur circuit, street racing in her hometown of Bayside City, where she quickly made a name for herself. Considering all the girl did after finding a dream to chase was drive, one would hope that they would go far. Over the years, Sunny made a bigger name for herself and worked hard to get where she has ended up, despite being born in the lap of luxury. She'd featured in car magazines and asked to host shows here and there by the age of twenty after hitting the pro circuit with Octane, and now at the age of twenty-two and leaning into the "cute and girly" persona of Sunny Day with her petite frame and pretty features, she's earned herself the title "Princess of the Grid". Of course, with such a profession there was bound to be competition. There were many skilled drivers in the Octane Pro Circuit, but only one did Sunny consider a match, and that was one Luna Lovelace, the big-boobed tomboy bitch that moved in on her territory. Obviously, Sunny wasn't jealous of the woman's natural beauty, fair skin, dark hair, huge tits or statuesque build when her own petite form and cute looks had gotten her as far as she'd gotten so far. Luna was formidable and seemed interested in dethroning Sunny, naturally, Sunny took it as a challenge and the two have been fierce rivals from their first race, where Sunny narrowly crossed the finish line first. Unlike Luna, Sunny revels in luxuries that she's earned and is much more of a girly girl than her rival. Conversely, she knows a fair amount about cars, but prefers to have others do her tune-ups, repairs and body work for her to maintain her princess image. Sunny may have grown up a rich brat and sometimes acts the part as her "character" calls for it, but as herself, as Marisol, she is a relatively down to Earth young woman who just wants to do what she loves. As long as being the boastful Princess of the Grid allows her to stay behind the wheel of a powerful vehicle, she will continue playing the part. (Sunny can optionally be played as or against a futa. I haven't decided exactly what I want to do with her yet.) -
Shinigami's Manor. (Shinigami's Entry)
Warning replied to Warning's topic in A World of Magic(al Girls)'s Story Topics
Mitsuko was not really less confused with the response she got but Shinigami took over, "It might have been the souls I talk about. You don't want to know what happens to them once they're captured. Or you already know.", she said mostly to Jumi. Mitsuko wondered what horror Jumi really saw but perhaps it was best not to dig too deep. She didn't like that girl, though. Something between the two baited her attention, though. What did Jumi mean? Shinigami looked confused for a second herself, "Hm? Did I say back? I said back, didn't I? I don't remember being alive before, if that's what you're asking. The damned relics existed for a while, though. That's not an issue anymore.", she just said with a light grin. This made Mitsuko wonder if such relics could really just have been destroyed but if they were connected to Shinigami somehow and she destroyed them, perhaps they really were gone. The fox focused on Jumi at the moment, considering what she had said. "You two are not just humans but humans with magic or whatever you call it. Especially, you. Maybe she values your souls more than what she got from common humans. With that manor gone, those souls are gone. Nothing she can do about it, now. She had two of you within her grasp and I ruined it.", Shinigami told them, almost with some delight at the last part. Just her playful nature seeing destruction used for what seemed like a good thing for once. Mitsuko sighed softly at all of that. In a way, she was glad that the two were safe but that still didn't stop the threat. And not only that... "We still don't know what you are, though... Or if we have a way to prove to anyone that you're friendly. B-but I mean, it's also not important. You're you and without the relics, you're no different than us, right? Honestly, I am tired of thinking about it. If she is a threat, we will do our best... For now, I think I want a break. We can always ask someone about Lenneth... Unless, we want to search the library more.", she told her friends. Shinigami eyed Mitsuko a bit then leaned back, "Fine by me. Do you want to know anything else or are we done here?", the fox then asked Jumi, just in case. -
It was true, the book itself did not speak to her earlier, but the same voice or at least it seemed to be. Jumi had thought there was a good chance it had the same source. Unfortunately she did not get an answer from the book itself. Still did not know if it would speak to her directly. Though maybe it would have given the same answers as Shinigami. “Something spoke to me, in a voice like that, at least.” She clarified for Mitsuko and maybe confirmed Shinigami’s suspicions of the actual voice source. It would not have been too surprising if that was the source, with all the undead around back there. There was one interesting thing in what Shinigami said, if it meant what it sounded like. “She needed them to bring you to life, or back to life?” Had Shinigami gone through it all a few times? If so, all with ‘Death’, or at least once before it. “She seemed quite interested in me, my soul, or whatever. Hopefully the destruction of those and the house keeps her out of my head.” She did not look forward to a repeat of the dream, hopefully that was out of the power of the woman, whoever she was, now.
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Sett gets on a boat with his boyfriend and falls off the wagon and back into old habits! That old habit? Pussy! And you know what they say about old habits? Fits like a glove! Before he was part of a TV power couple or even a rockstar, he was a notorious womanizer (he even had a log-in screen for it), a different woman every week, sometimes two, three, even five women at once. But with the rise of his public image in Heartsteel came his iconic (and pretty profitable) relationship with Aphelios. This is a story of him falling off the wagon and cheating a lot. Lots and lots of cheating. Mooncake is adorable. Sweet, thoughtful, playful in all the right ways. That's why they even went on a nice romantic cruise together. A nice cruise through the tropics, poolside drinks, the sun overhead and the blue skies as far as the eye can see.... And oh so many babes. Fresh out of High School fans (all legal, he checks IDs), college girls, milfs, married women (there's something real satisfying about a taken woman!). Bikinis, skirts, dresses, nothing at all. And GOD DAMN he forgot how much he missed pussy. The way cunt grips him, the feeling of tits pressed against him, the way girls let out the softest noise. The sheer thrill of going raw in and dumping a nut-butter repaint on the walls of a woman's baby room. So maybe he goes a little balls to the wall after rediscovering an old love. He's still loyal, Phel! If the idea of Sett relapsing and rediscovering the joy of old hobbies appeals to you, then message with kinks and headcanons. Full disclosure - expect it to be pretty graphic and offensive. Heavy orientation play, cheating, condom play.
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An Assortment of Unsorted Cravings!
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For how long I've been on this site, this will be the first time I try to make a list of prompts (minus my first attempt when I was super new and it HORRIBLY bare bones but that's in the past~) so here we go! With all of these I am look someone to play female characters! Look at my sheet of course for preferences, but some massive cravings are: Lactation, public sex, and domination loss/brat taming! I definitely lean towards more smut in the smut/plot ratio but with enough planning I am more than ok with having a good story! Tightening bonds with your Pokémon: In this one I am looking for someone to play a pokémon anthro character, which I am pretty open to many kinds of pokémon for them and it can discussed further in ecchitexts! As it starts out with MC trying to catch his starter without the aid of a pokéball, so of course he chooses to dominate them the old fashioned way~. Maybe MC even does their research and tries to find YC during their heat cycle as well to help cool them off. But yes, I'm looking for an pokéanthro human dynamic primarily for this RP as the duo battles and fucks their way to be champions! But if you'd like to play as a female trainer (18+ of course) instead as you bet your body on a pokémon battle and lose, that would also be fun to discuss! Whether you are an OC or one of many great character from the series! And the anthros can speak as well, I am VERY flexible with it since the craving for this pairing is STRONG. An Office Stud's Corporate Climb!: In this one MC would be a college Intern at a well known accounting firm and be well,not very good at it. After repeated fumbles he get called over to his YC, a pent up, MILF-y office lady who decides to use MC as their personal fuckbuddy if they want to keep their job. Though as their 'dates' progress, it would have MC slowly figure out all YC's weaknesses until he's the one leading during sex and using his cock as leverage for a full job at the firm, raise, and whatever else he could fuck his way into! Maybe even bedding his way up to the CEO! Marvel Rivals of Love!: Ok this one is more so I have a couple of pairing I would really like to experiment with so I'll just list out the pairing and if one tickles your fancy then we can talk it out! Winter SoldierXMantis, SpidermanXEmma Frost, Iron Fist X Magik, Venom X Scarlet Witch, and Wolverine X Squirrel girl or Storm! Aaaaand that's it for now. This post is honestly will go through a lot of revisions as I get better at expressing my ideas and interests but its a start. And if none of these ideas interest you, but you like the key kinks I mentioned, feel free to message me anyways with your own ideas that focus on them. Anyway, thank you for all who gave this a read :). -
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Hornet started following Hyper Limebreaker Fun
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I'm looking to do some hyper futa related stuff, preferably with Limebreaker refs/faceclaims versus an OC of mine. I really enjoy Limebreaker's art! So, I would like to roleplay something with a partner using their art as a faceclaim/ref and with themes such as hyper (extreme hyper?) and futa. For kinks, I would want crossdressing, feminization, futa is bigger and orientation play with a potential side or main focus on trans-positive/trans-affirming play. It could also just be orientation play based on an average male having a sexual awakening and going more girly-girly femboy from a typical casual/skate slouch or slob. As for character(s): I am primarily looking for FEMBOY (ME) X FUTA (YOU). I also want to play intersex/male-herm for the idea of male-hermxfuta/male-hermxherm, additionally, that they have small breasts they bind. Further info: My character is an OC (with a lighter skintone despite such) is in their early 30s, an introvert with nerdy interests (rock tumbling/rock collecting/geology, vinyl record collecting, vintage media (mostly anime vhs), physical retro games, TCG stuff, MMOs, game design/game development/game modding, etc) They were born on the west coast (not in the bay area but they have family in the bay area, they were born inland somewhere around Nevada or Arizona) and grew up in a single parent household (absent father) who raised them with their older sister in a middle-class neighborhood
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f4m/fu/fb An Unfair Change!
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[M4ApF/Fb] Looking for very kinky writers who want smut with plot.
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A question about clarifying ToS for a gif/webp
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A question about clarifying ToS for a gif/webp
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I'm not staff but as long as it's not a minor in a sexual scenario and no private parts are showing through clothing then I'd assume that it is fine -
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Hello hello~ So this might just be me overreacting, and I apologize if I am, but I really don't want to accidentally violate the Terms of Service. I was working on something for hours, then after I finished it, I realized that what I had showed something that could be considered inappropriate of a character that is canonically under the age of 18. I don't think it's too much skin or even a sexual situation, but I want to be absolutely certain before I just upload it. Is there some way for me to be 100% sure, maybe like asking a staff member and showing them? Thanks for your time! More specific information if it could help solve this without staff involvement: What I did was a modification of the Shikanoko Nokonoko Koshitantan loop, the one where there's a schoolgirl dancing in front of a deer. I basically swapped the deer for the bread in my avatar and then condensed the scene so it could be used as a new avatar. Again, I don't think it's sexual! But there is a part where the 'camera' switches and the girl's shaking hips and thighs are rather prominent on the screen. That's where I got concerned, because there are certainly people who could consider it to be inappropriate out of context. I could just cut out that section but I wanted to keep as much of the meme intact as possible. Edit: It seems safe enough, so I think I'll be taking a chance and just uploading.
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Welcome to the Rodeo [MxF | Original and Fandom MEGA-THREAD]
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gb87 started following Turning the tables m4f/fu
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Well I am very open in exploring any type of role play with the exception of only a few things. As a story teller I am fairly competent and will match my partners writing style. I enjoy a good give and take on both sides as we create this story together. Bonus if you are up for a side conversation along side the RP in a second thread. I have learned I enjoy talking through the plots as we develop them instead of throwing spaghetti on the wall and seeing what sticks. Looking for a long term partner to develop comprehensive stories. Hit it and quit it can be fun but I want story/smut On vacation right now and generally respond in evenings/early morning my time. My schedule will get busier in about a month. I consider myself an easy going and laid back person and looking for the same. Current RP idea. University Study Buddy MC shy, hard worker but very nervous around women. Keeps himself fit by running but generally is down to earth. Focusing on school as that's what everyone in his life expects. Don't cross boundaries, don't be noticed. One day one of the popular girls notices him. She is loved by everyone but she keeps her distance and is afraid to lose her status. She often uses her attractive nature to get what she wants. One day in class she is falling behind and needs to get help. Her teacher recommends my character who is top of the class. She had never noticed him in class but approaches him her usual flirty manner. Flustered he says yes. As they get behind closed doors she tries to use her good looks to dominate him and get him to just do the work. But having enough he pushes back revealing his dominant side, virgin status, and large cock. Leading to her own discovery of her submissive side and revelation of virgin status. Together their study sessions turn into something more as they explore sex, public situations, breaking their own limits, and their own feelings of love. *Variation If interested in body modification we could add a scifi element. Where they create various things that can temporarily modify the body's look. Would need to talk these ideas through before adding them to the story.
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When the magic finally recedes, it doesn’t leave emptiness, it leaves afterlight. We lie tangled, barely breathing, our bodies humming like vessels too full to still. Sweat cools slowly on my skin, and where our chests touch, I feel not just heartbeat, but resonance. Something new hums inside us, like a chord struck too deep to fade. The runes have gone quiet. They no longer glow, but they have changed, melted, rearranged themselves into a symbol that wasn’t there before. Neither of us recognizes it, and yet… we know it. It’s us. It is our bond. It is not a word, nor a name. It is a mark, burned not into our skin, but into our existence. I move first, only slightly. My muscles ache, but not with pain. More like they’ve been rewritten, tuned. My limbs feel unfamiliar, stronger, lighter. His hands trail down my arms as I sit up, as if needing to feel every part of me again to be sure I’m real. I am. We both are. Only… we are not as we were. The air is different now. The sanctum holds its breath around us, the way deep water does when something enormous passes below. We’re not watched, but we are witnessed. The ritual did not simply conclude. It culminated. It made something… us… that wasn’t meant to exist. I look at him, and he’s already looking at me. His eyes are brighter. Not glowing, but deeper, wilder, as if seeing with more than sight, as if seeing me in ways no one ever has or can. He reaches for my hand. When our fingers meet, the bond ignites again, but not with need... with knowing. I feel his body even without touching it now, the shape of his hunger, the rhythm of his thoughts. His affection is a warmth in my chest. His wonder, gods, his wonder, fills me like breath, and I feel him feel me back. There is no longer a boundary between our inner lives, not fully. We are not one mind, nor are we mindless, but we are linked inextricably, permanently. Not even death would separate this thread. The ancients never told us this could happen. The Binding was supposed to be sacred, not transformative, not… fusing. And there is more. I feel it in my blood. The leyline has not only settled, it has nested in us. The power does not flow through us like vessels. It lives in us. We are no longer its guardians, we are its embodiment. We are the Binding now. I see it mirrored in his face as he touches his own chest. The sigil there is gone, replaced by the mark the runes left behind, the same one that now rests between my breasts, still faintly glowing, a perfect match. There are no rituals for this, no laws, no names. There is only us, only this. And whatever the world may try to call it when we step back into it, It will never understand what we are. But we will. We were born apart, trained for duty, bound by command… and now we are made for each other, utterly, irrevocably, and forever.
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We are past words now, past movement. Even our bodies, still joined, have quieted into a rhythm too slow for lovers and too steady for ritual. We are not fucking, we are fused. Every shift of my hips sends a ripple of pleasure into his spine, and back into mine. Every thought curls into sensation, every desire becomes action without action. We are feeling each other’s need in real time and feeding it. It begins again with his mind brushing mine like silk against fevered skin. A thought, barely formed: her mouth, and instantly I feel it, his memory of it, twisted into new fantasy. My mouth on his chest, warm and wet, my tongue tracing the scar just above his heart. I feel his pulse surge, not only in the bond, but inside me, where we are still connected, still pulsing in tandem. I moan softly. He hears it with his ears, but also feels it where my pleasure touches his thoughts. He knows it wasn’t just the phantom sensation, it was him, his imagining, his need, satisfied by my reaction. He is pleasuring me with thoughts alone. I answer. I send him something darker, something secret. The image of my thighs wrapping tighter, my nails down his back, my voice breaking as I beg him to fuck me harder until I lose language altogether. I send him the memory of the exact sound I made when he filled me the first time, amplified, exaggerated, dripping with submission. He gasps out loud, and then he grips me, physically, hands on my hips, holding me in place as his body finally starts to move again, driven not by instinct but by the echo of the thought I gave him. A rhythm pulled straight from fantasy…. my fantasy. He rides it like a song we’ve both been aching to sing. Each thrust now carries thought. Each thrust becomes a word in a growing language built only for the two of us: I need you. I want you. I feel you. You are mine. I am yours. The magic responds again. The runes bloom, glowing brighter than ever, and for the first time, they lift off the floor. Lines of glowing script float around us in spirals, singing in a tongue neither of us knows but both understand. The magic is celebrating. Not just the completion of the ritual, but the transformation we’ve given it. We have gone beyond spell, beyond rite. We have turned binding into becoming. And still… deeper. I feel him inside me, not just his body but the weight of him, the certainty. I feel what it means for him to trust me. The way he’s giving up control not just of his pleasure, but of his mind. He’s let me inside, fully. He’s naked in the way no one is ever naked, not skin, but soul. He opens himself to me with every push of his hips. And I open back. I send him everything… my want, my ache, the secret place inside that I swore I’d never show anyone. And when he touches it, not physically, but in thought, I come undone. My body arches, clenching around him, pulling him deeper, and he follows. We fall into it together, orgasm not as a moment, but as immersion. We do not scream. We merge. And the magic… the ancient, waiting magic… accepts us.
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I shift just slightly, just enough to tighten the seal of our bodies again. He’s still inside me, impossibly hard still, but there’s no friction now, no urgency. There is only pressure, presence, the kind of closeness that makes the world outside the sanctum feel irrelevant. His breath hitches when I move. I feel it in my own chest and I smile. You felt that, I think, not even intending to speak, just knowing the bond will carry it. His answer isn't a thought. It's a feeling. A slow wave of molten pleasure, like fingers sliding up the inside of my thigh. But his hands haven’t moved. I gasp. My back arches and my body clenches around him instinctively. The sensation wasn’t real… but it was real enough. My mind lit up as if he had touched me there, and I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s playing with me. You imagined that, I send back, half breathless, half delighted. That wasn’t real. He responds with a thought shaped like a smirk, and then thinks, imagine this, and suddenly I feel his mouth on my neck…. No… in my neck. The pressure, the heat, the exact angle of his teeth grazing skin… it's all there, not imagined by me, but projected by him. It lands with shocking precision. My nipples harden. My breath stutters. My hands clutch at his arms like the ghost of the sensation is too much. He chuckles against my thoughts. This time, I respond in kind. I close my eyes, sink deeper into the bond, and picture what I want to do to him. I imagine my mouth at his throat, my tongue tracing the strong ridge of muscle where it meets his collarbone. I imagine sliding lower, taking him fully, slowly, greedily… worshipfully. His body twitches beneath mine. His thoughts flare, hot, ragged, needy. I smile, triumphant. He’s not immune. You like that? I whisper across the thread. His answer is a groan, mental, emotional, and nearly physical. I feel it shudder through his spine. I feel the tightness in his hands. The desire in his hips. And then, I feel something even more erotic… longing. The ache of wanting me…. not just my body. Me. My thoughts. My hunger. My secrets. He wants to be inside all of it. I send back a thought of my own. A fantasy of riding him in slow rhythm, holding his face in my hands, staring down into his eyes as I come apart again and again, of telling him, aloud or in thought... you’re mine. His reply is instant. A sensation that isn’t words but rather a surrender. A deep, soul-rich thrum that means yes, take me, stay here. Fill me and be filled. It’s foreplay without motion, sex without friction, climax without end. The bond pulses again, tightening, deepening, and I realize we could go on like this forever… bodies locked in slow, sacred union, minds wrapped in unending arousal, pleasure not as peak, but as state, as language… and gods, I never want to stop.
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Multiple brainrots to be sated (feminization, egg cracking, femdom, bdsm and more)
Hornet commented on Hornet's bulletin post in Private Roleplayers Bulletin Board
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I’m still on him. His hands are cradling the curve of my back, thumbs tracing light circles at the base of my spine. Our bodies are slick where we joined… where we are still joined, still connected, but neither of us moves. We lie in a pocket of silence that feels bigger than the sanctum, a pause suspended in the aftermath of something so large, it can’t be named. My breathing is slowing, but I can feel his breath, too, not on my skin, but inside me. It’s not metaphor anymore. He’s in me… thought, sensation, weightless impressions moving beneath the surface of my mind like fingers drifting across silk. There’s no boundary. My own thoughts rise like breath, and I feel them brushed aside, gently, by his presence as it moves within me like a second heartbeat. I don’t resist it. I want him to be there. His eyes are open. So are mine. We don’t speak, we can’t… not when our bodies are still pulsing with that golden afterglow, not when our souls are too entangled for speech to carry meaning. Words would be clumsy, loud, unnecessary. Instead, we feel each other. And the sensations that rise now aren’t just echoes of pleasure, they’re fresh, erotic, curious. We are still inside each other, but now it is thought that slides across thought, memory across memory. His admiration wraps around me like warm sheets. His desire curls between my thighs like a question I want to answer again. It’s arousing. He sees that. I feel the flicker of it, the way my arousal triggers his own, how his growing heat presses not just between my legs but through the thread connecting us. The longer we stare into each other’s eyes, the less we are two people lying in sacred afterglow, and the more we become one current, one flame licking higher, fed by shared want. I feel him remembering how I gasped against his neck. He feels me imagining what it would be like to ride him slowly this time, eyes locked, taking him in inch by inch until he groans aloud. That thought, his groan, flashes into his mind, and then into mine, and suddenly I’m moaning softly at nothing but the image of him moaning for me. It feeds on itself, a sensual feedback loop made of yearning and hunger and the shocking beauty of being known. Our bodies are barely moving, but our minds are fucking… and it is exquisite. He strokes a hand up my spine, just once, and I feel it on my skin and in my soul. The touch echoes, magnified by memory and desire. I want to shiver. I want to cry. I want to move again, to take this new closeness and stretch it across another climax, a shared rising. He thinks it and I feel it… and then we both smile, still no words, just agreement. We are not done, not yet… maybe not ever.
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Wicked's Preferences
MagnificentBastard reviewed WickedCadrach's preference in Roleplayer Preferences
WickedCadrach is in my experience one of the best roleplay partners in the whole site. Her replies are always full of detail, and eroticism, able to steer the plot at hand in the right direction and a delight to read. Her creativity and her ability to maintain and increase sexual tension are second to none. Despite clearly being busy, outside of our roleplays, she has shown herself to be kind, comminicative, clear on her needs and expectations and patient when awaiting for replies. There's never a dull moment when she is around! 5 out of 5!-
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