Bran

Touch at your own Risk !!!

Talk about day dreaming:)

Oh well.....

New Fashion ???

Yes,,,its in the pipeline of works

Kiss or Strip (K or S) Make a circle and start off with one person in the middle: 1.The person in the middle invites a player from the circle to couple dance. 2.That person has to kiss or remove one piece of clothing. 3.After that, the choosen person takes the center and invites another... When you are 100% naked, invite the following person and leave the game, but you may still be selected by the winner ! Players who join later will have to remove 1 or 2 pieces of clothing according to how far game has gone. Winner: Has the most cloths at the end: Chooses a partner for fun (Ppl not allowed to refuse)

Pinkies Party A real man wears pink !!!

My Sex Drive I have run across the term cyber sex a few times lately, so I decided to try to figure out what it meant. I figured it had something to do with the computer, so I started trying to find the sex drive on mine. I looked everywhere, in all the folders on the My Computer section, the add/uninstall software, install hardware part of the control panel... then I got out all the manuals and went through them. I finally came to the conclusion that my computer is not equipped with one so I decided to go to the computer store and see if I could buy one. I wanted to look intelligent and scholarly, so I wore my math hat. Well, the salesperson in the first store was a rather stern looking woman, I gave her the make and model of my computer and asked her if she had any sex drives in stock. She kind of scowled at me and asked me if I was trying to get smart with her... figuring she had been impressed with my math hat, I replied that I tried to be smart with everyone... she said, rather rudely I thought, that she couldn't help me and walked away. Huh, must not have had any in stock. In the second store, I gave the salesperson the make and model of my computer and asked it they had any sex drives in stock... He kind of snickered and asked if I meant a hard drive, I thought about it for a minute and told him Yeah, maybe that, but I think I should already have one installed... he started laughing at me said something about me trying to kill him... You're killing me! or something like that, and walked away. Hmmmm, must be out here too. Must be hard to keep in stock. I wasn't trying to kill him... I wasn't even hurting him. The guy in the third store laughed and asked me if I'd just fallen off the turnip truck... I assured him I'd never been on a turnip truck, but I'd fallen off the manure wagon a few times. He mumbled something about that explaining it. She's fallen off the wagon, that explains it and walked away laughing. The guy in the fourth store said something like boob under his breath and walked away... wonder why he only noticed one? Anyway I figured they must not carry them in stores. Maybe have to order from a catalog or get on the Internet and search for one. So that's where I am now... If any of you have some computer skills and could help me locate my sex drive, I would appreciate it. Then all I'd have to do is figure out what to do with it. There's nothing wrong with my sex drive, it's the RAM that's missing.

Would that not defeat the whole object ? Kill the whole *new* characterization? Maybe the tricking and playing others , is the exact purpose of some fantasies ? This is however the only server that has this facility, and Im sure time will bring us a lot of answers. I also ask, can ppl really hide, no matter how many characters they make up?

No one knows how many people are doing it. Maybe you’re one of them. Sex on the ‘Net: late at night in a dark, quiet house. Or in the bright light of morning, just a room away from the kids playing Nintendo. Computer screens across America are glowing with lusty self-portraits and requests, aimed at strangers whose “handles” read like vanity license plates: Cumgood. 69ForU. Babyface. What exactly are these cybersuitors doing? Just as in the so-called real world, some get their thrills strictly between the ears. Many more have one hand on the keyboard and one on themselves (typing lots of words with no Ks or Ls). Others do their foreplay on-line, then consummate alone, after signing off (paying for the arousal, coming for free). An unknown number gender-bend, too. Is that really a 14-year-old girl in hot pants you just seduced–or a Hulk Hogan look-alike in a tattered t-shirt surrounded by rug-rats? Maybe it’s actually a college guy with a pocket protector and acne, or a bored Manhattan couple slumming. There’s just no way to tell who Cherry@VP really is. Some cybersexers are indignant about this manipulation. Many deny it exists, preferring the fantasy that their cyber-partners are exactly what they claim. Some don’t care. And a few revel in it. For them, not knowing their cyber-partner feels exotic; knowing that this stranger may not even be who s/he is portraying is even more exciting. No one knows how cybersex affects its practitioners’ lives. It provides an opportunity to experiment with new things–erotic power play, for example, asking for what you want, even using words like penis and vulva. Those who have seen themselves through the eyes of only one sexual partner can sense what they might be like with others: they can shop around, expose themselves, be discovered and appreciated anew, be reassured that they’re not, say, frigid, oversexed, or “too” kinky. And young people with little experience can learn about themselves: how they like to be treated, how to say “no” and mean it, what it feels like to initiate or receive attention gracefully. Cybersex is, of course, “safe sex,” a play space with virtually no serious consequences for mistakes. It’s the chance to explore ourselves and the dynamics of intimate relating, without the fear of hurting self or others, that all of us should have had as adolescents–and almost none of us did. For some practitioners, cybersex is an amusing adjunct to satisfying sexual relationships, monogamous or otherwise. In that sense, they can take it or leave it; it doesn’t touch them deeply, and they can easily let it go if they want to. But it figures that most cyberlovers are courting in space less from choice than from necessity. One might hope that cybersex gives America’s nerds and misfits a place to rehearse human connection and practice being socially comfortable, ultimately empowering them to go into the physical world and actually meet someone. But we can just as easily imagine that by providing comfort and validating their withdrawal from people, cybersex invites loners and outcasts further into their isolation. If we want these engineers and accountants to reproduce someday, this isn’t good. IS IT SEX? But is any of this sex? And does it matter? The second question is far easier to answer than the first: yes. It matters because the very inquiry challenges our belief that we know what sex is, and therefore what it isn’t. And that leads us to consider why we have sex, what we want from it, how it feels… in short, what the point of it is. So what makes something sex? Orgasm? Nah, you’ve had sex without coming. Many women, of course, do it all the time, deliberately or not. As men get older–and wearier, and wiser–so do they. Intercourse? Nah, no one getting great head would deny that it’s sex. If your supposedly monogamous wife said she had “only” gotten a hand job from someone, you wouldn’t say, “Oh, OK, as long as you didn’t have sex.” (And while we’re on the subject, if a guy is getting off watching his wife go down on another guy, is he having sex with her? with him? Both?) Genital contact? Nah, you’ve kissed and caressed someone you deeply desired, and walked away thinking that was great sex, even if you wished you had done more stuff. See, the more you look at it, the more difficult–and interesting–it gets. So let’s make it harder still. Surely, “sex” requires that people be in the same room, right? Well, the multimillion dollar phone sex industry suggests otherwise. Imagine a professional fantasy lover breathing your name (and several assorted vices) into a phone. You’re at the other end, one hand holding the instrument, the other stroking your own instrument. Or think of your real-life lover doing the whispering (certainly cheaper, especially if it’s a local call) while you get hotter and hotter listening. Not sex, huh? One more time: consider a letter or videotape created specifically for your lustful pleasure. You hear your sweetheart’s voice, maybe see the body you know and treasure; you have the additional thrill of knowing that your lover created this erotic opportunity just for you, and you feel connected to him/her as you enjoy it. Not sex? Thoroughly confused now? Good. That means we can return to our question –is cybersex sex?–with renewed appreciation for the subtleties of erotic attachment. Obviously, sex is more than what the bodies do. It’s about erotic energy–noticing, feeling, fueling, and channeling it. And for many people it’s apparently about feeling connected. That’s why they can experience sex through telephones and computers–the drive to feel erotically attached to the universe transcends the vehicle used to connect. TO HAVE OR TO BE? In fact, “to have sex” is a misleading expression. “Being sexual” is more accurate, because sex is something you experience, moment by moment, not a thing you own or consume. You’re being sexual whenever you’re channeling erotic energy. By contrast, “having sex” seems rather limited. You don’t even need a partner experiencing it at the same time. Traditionally, of course, we envision sex as involving sharing or exchanging. Thus, we think of people “having sex with” someone–that is, sharing the commodity. And that, in fact, is why a lot of people don’t understand that masturbation isn’t a substitute for sex, it is sex. It’s being sexual, regardless of the fact that there’s no one else involved. So cybersex is sex. It’s sex because the cybersexer is experiencing her/his own erotic energy. S/he may or may not be sharing this with someone else, and if there’s a someone else, that person may or may not be who s/he pretends to be. It doesn’t matter. Admitting that it’s sex, of course, raises intriguing issues such as consent and infidelity. If you’re being quietly sexual on-line unbeknownst to your keyboard acquaintance, have you violated her/his right to consent? And what if you invite an on-line sexual connection, but portray a radically different persona than your own–can your cyberpartner really give informed consent? If cybersex is clearly not sex, we can do it and say we’re not being unfaithful to a spouse or steady partner. But does a cyber-fling break your promise of fidelity? If your vows merely exclude “having sex” with someone else, you can well claim you’re not actually having sex with someone. But it’s a gray area, and it calls for an honest conversation; when people start prevaricating about the definition of their relationship agreements, it’s time for a serious talk, regardless of the content–sex, money, childrearing, taking care of the dog. On the other hand, the situation is more complicated if our vows are really about being exclusive with our eroticism, and they exclude the exchange of erotic energy with anyone else. What about flirting? What about fantasies while masturbating? Or while making love? With vows of erotic energy exclusivity, cybersex is only one of many potentially problematic activities. In fact, the only reason to ask the question “is cybersex sex?” is to realize just how complicated the whole matter is. Not only is sex itself a mystery. Predictably, it turns out that our ways of talking about it are cloaked in ambiguity and mystery as well. We’re a species whose definition of this most central human activity is usually, “I dunno, I guess I know it when I see it.” Cybersex is only the latest step in our long erotic evolution. If it pushes us to expand our definition of “sex”–on or off the Internet–then our soul-less, gland-less, desire-less machines will have served our lust well. :P

"Naturally actions beget consequences whichever you choose, and some people have strong beliefs on the subject. Whoever you decide to be, you should have a healthy respect for everyone else." as Polte said. Ofcourse multiple characers offer players a chance to play to the fullest more of their fantasies, at the same time they also allow players to trick and play others. Ofcourse multiple characters slots allows players to chop and change avoiding a times unpleasant situations, at the same time it also allows players to do what they want and not bear any consequences, as they can simply poof out of circulation and reappear as a total new person. Much more could be said..... But I truly beleive Polte said it all, whatever one does, we should have a healthy respect for everyone else.

bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go.j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't play games. They f*cking charge your ass.j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious.bloodninja: It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.j_gurli3: thats it.bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.bloodninja: Goddam am I hard now. :wacko:

Sex isn’t any one thing. As Alptraum puts it, “sex can be fun in a variety of iterations, for a variety of reasons,” she says. “The sex you have because you’re in love is different from the sex you have because you’re horny is different from the sex you have over the Internet.” She adds, “They’re all valid and worthwhile forms of sexual experience.”

Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like? Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like? Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds. I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Wal-Mart. I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner. It's smells funny. Sweetheart: I want you! Would you like to screw me? Wellhung: OK Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge. Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat. Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest. Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are trembling. Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly. Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly. Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm skin. I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing. Wellhung: My hands suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry. Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive. Wellhung: I'll pay for it. Sweetheart: Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder. Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors? Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly...I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you. Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp. Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me. Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat! Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear. Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm. Sweetheart: What? Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really. Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse. Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop. Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing you hard tool. Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee! Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take of my panties! Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you... ummm... wait a minute. Sweetheart: What's the matter? Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking! Sweetheart: Are you OK? Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit! I'm turning all red. Sweetheart: Can I help? Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups? Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink. Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better. Sweetheart: Come back to me lover. Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now. Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you. Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom? Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall. Wellhung: I found it. Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly. Wellhung: Me too. Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately our naked bodies pressing each other. Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts. Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses? Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table. Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby! Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom. Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover! Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid. Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return. Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh! Sweetheart: What's the matter now? Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way. Sweetheart: Mmmm, yes. Come on. Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know...thing...in your... you know...woman's thing. Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it! Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here. Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now! Wellhung: I'm flaccid. Sweetheart: What? Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection. Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around, an incredulous look on my face. Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my wiener is all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong. Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse. Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles. Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes. Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face. Sweetheart: Go to hell! I'm logging off, you loser! Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh nooooo! Sweetheart: Bye!!!

hmmmm that looks more like a Vodka Bottle Twee....drinking on the sly ? *giggles*

Spin-the-Bottle Game in which several players sit in a circle. The game starts by one player spinning a bottle. Kiss/Strip Whomever the bottle points to, the spinner must kiss.If the person refuses, he/she must remove a piece of clothing. The kissee becomes the next spinner. Truth or Dare Spin the Bottle Truth or Dare! The same rules apply, but when the bottle points at someone, you ask them Truth or Dare... and so on. Its always advisable to set ground rules before starting, of what is optional, as not all players may agree to having sex in a dare, or strip....to avoid any problems.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...hungrehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Is it Monday yet ? HAHAHAHAHAHA

Oh Boy I could have so many answers for that *behave bran*

Super Job Devs Now we can post all those fun time screen shots and get to know players a little better