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Well I been here for almost two week now, meeting some amazing people and role players/writers as well. Thought about sharing stories I had saved from others tittles to maybe give people a short glimpse at what people do when they role play, to answer their questions they may have so here goes

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((This on started off with a friend who enjoyed bringing my character her morning coffee, kinda escalated a little))

 

 

Ero runs her nose like a sculptors hands, gently molding its tip to the soft curve of the humans inner thigh, letting her scent break down the the walls she so carefully crafted, adoring the way her flesh flowed over her lashes, commanding them to bend down as though she alone commanded them. Her lips reached out for the hidden flesh tuck so neatly behind her knee, pressing their shape to bleed against her warmth as he canines tasted the tender flesh.

 

 

Her fingers reach down weaving their touch between the human's toes, peeling them apart, pressing her porcelain stain nails they held at their tip to press their touch down the balls of her feet. Slow yet eager scratch assault the lines etching over the foots softness as her lips pressed her canines free, pulling a settle victim of the human's flesh to pull back in her bite.

 

 

Inali *freezes, unable to move, unable to look, like a small creature suddenly caught in a jungle cat's shadow. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, her milky white skin flinching at every light touch. A creature of submission and surrender, she is left in a frozen daze, not knowing what to do when she is toyed with thus. She swallows and licks her lips to moisten then* "Ooooh,L...Lady Ero... you have me at a loss. I am not used to... receiving such attention. Goddess... even if it feels like you are toying with prey..."

 

 

Her breath flows like an ebbing tide, calling out for a taste of Inali's true essence, the secrets she hide in her blood as her chin dragged up that warmed snow thigh until her canines pinch her flesh, beckoning a small droplet of her blood to smoother her tongue. "So warm." the Castanic though to herself as she felt her own kitten begging to drool, pulling her body up a little further, folding her breast over her private treasures thigh until she could reach her morning coffee laying still in Inali's crotch. Her horns held the humans stomach still as minutes rolled through the morning, her kitten massaging that little bone reaching up from Inali's foot, her tongue massaging the human silken flesh through her morning coffee.

 

 

Inali *lets a soft whimper of pain tinged with pleasure escape her lips on the shallowest of breaths. Her flesh quickly getting hotter to the touch, twitching as the muscles beneath fight to keep herself still. Her focus on being being your cup. Her heavy chest shaking with effort at becoming an object for the morning rather than a human. Biting her llip to keep from squirming ta having warm coffee, bordering on hot on her most sensitive skin. Serving her lady, her most private area nothing more than a cup and even her legs and toe used for your pleasure sends fire through her body as she gazes submissively at the gorgeous castanic*

 

 

Ero's hips sent a small wave up her spine as she pulled her little kitten touch up the foot of her favorite pet, peeling her moist slit open over Inali's toe, feeling the smooth touch of its nail, like warm glass, bend back her own little treasure box. Her bottom lip lead a suckling kiss at the rim where the coffee turned Inali's white skin pink, simply enjoying the flavor, the texture, the simple warm of her body under her. Her hips continued to play out a primal desire Ero held inside her , pressing Inali's toe to massage her entrance, rolling its tip to relax the muscles that kept her sealed, letting her hips melt down after each suckling kiss enjoyed another drop of her coffee, sinking down until Inali's toe was lost inside her, feeling the hardness of the digit as her kitten purred down around it.

 

 

Finishing her morning coffee, enjoying the pressure of her pets toe feeding her kitten, the way the numb tried so hard to reach up inside her, begging for the Castanic to allow it to pleasure her. Ero's body crawled up the humans bodies, letting her smaller breast peel the hardness of her nipples over Inali's skin, feeling each rib float down as her breath escaped from her lips. Ero's eye would not cut their Violet color from the sight of Inali as her hands reach up, one crawling through the bun spun on the back of her head, causing her fingers to threaten pulling out the strands trapped between them from her skull. The other brushed her thumb over the human’s cheek bone on its way to capture the fragile way her ear hung off from her head. Ero held her there, still in the morning light, breathing in the way the shadows danced over her face as her forefinger held it shape behind her ear, like an anvil, her thumb melding the flesh down against it, pulling the thick skin to her will. Her kitten, so moist from the play of Inali's toe, rested on the little bone that reached up from her pelvis, massaging the flesh wrapped around its curious touch to her own nub. Her lips, so blushed from the warm coffee, pulled back along the humans jaw, dragging the thin line of her lower bite behind them as a growl trembled through her body. Inali could feel Ero cuming over her lip, the warm flow of her pleasure followed down the soft curves of her ass until it sunk into Eo's satin sheet. The Castanic tried to hold back as her teeth sought out the thick vein reaching up through the Flesh of Inali's neck, her canine's chattering down over its shape, how badly she wanted to rip into her, mark her neck as she did her thigh so everyone would know this treasure was for her and her alone.

 

Inali's task as an object fulfilled, she was left empty again. Silken flesh devoid of purpose. Prey completely wrapped up by a predator and feeling like becoming food would be... fulfilling. Despite that thought, her body starts to tremble ever so slightly. Even long after surrender, anticipation and fear remain when she is surrounded by such strong hunger. Her fingers sink into the satin sheets, hands gripping the fabric to find something, anything to hold on to as the rest of her remains frozen to your will. Silent but for the quietest whimpers at every little touch of your skin to hers, every little tug and kneading of her ear, the slightest pull on her hair forcing her neck to be more exposed. Each sound more breathless than the last, so tinged with pleasure that the pitiful sounds of submission are more like moans of lust. Already marked twice by your scent, her foot and toe, and now her hips covered in it, her body burns and yearns for more. A secret hope to be claimed so she could maybe be marked all over... to feel your pleasure flow over more of her body... all of her body, to be covered in your essence. Her legs part on reflex with the thought, responding to the need. Her kitten now free, mixing her own scent in with the lingering coffee stained skin. Her hands clenching the satin sheets tightly now, desperately fighting the urge to touch herself. To caress her freshly emptied tea cup. To fondle her achingly hard nipples, to run along her burning hot skin... fighting desperately because prey does not deserve pleasure.

 

 

The soft light in the room washed over Ero's body, melting the small lines of sweet that carved their trail between her breast as she rose up. The toes reached down o the flow as her finger crossed between themselves, pushing her palms up, pulling her spine free from her tail bone as her calf's cut into her flesh. He wetness shine between her legs, glistening on her bronzed flesh as her muscles began to relax, letting her float back down from her stretch. A Lillie smirk reached back over her should as she simple breathed. She din't speak, only crossed the short distance over her room, fishing a small box free from her armoire before returning the foot of the bed. She watched nali's finger pull small wakes into her silk sheets as her own legs crept up onto the mattress, pushing her petite frame to rest between her pets warm thigh, how she adored them, her thumb rubbing the small droplets of blood free from the mark she left on her. Ero placed the box to rest on Inali's stomach, lifting the small latches free as her other hand pushed her middle finger to explore that fine slit, how warm she felt, the way her wetness bleed into the shallow spaces behind Ero's nail drew Ero to hide her lower lip back into her own bite as she clinched onto that little bean between. The Castanica's fingers massaged that soft nub, rolling the tinder meat, devouring the way Inali fought back the pleasure as she pulled a hollow needle from the box. A firm grip held the human’s clit as her hood lingered up Ero's finger, "Hold still and this won't hurt too much, maybe." Her words dripped with a Devan ascent as the needle kissed the Humans flesh, bite that silken skin as Ero drew it slowly through her, leaving it to rest as she pulled a small hoop from the box, pushing it it to follow the needles path.

 

 

Ero's fingers pressed a small metal ball to lay peacefully in the rings grasp as her grip on your clit softened, rolling down to let the ring rest on the edge of Ero's forefinger. In the silence of her room, her kiss was the only sound as it rinsed the settle taste of blood off that silken nub. Her lips caressed its swollen length as the ring held down the shape of her tongue. Inali's flavor rolled into Ero's lungs as the Castanic savored it, hold her breath for a brief moment until her lips peeled back down the ring, pulling that little clit to stretch with their grip. Her hand reached up to hold the base of her horn, letting her elbow rest next to her pets thigh as she flicked the little ring a couple times, "No matter where you go this ring and the person it is attached to will always belong to me." Her eyes studied the way the ring blinked out from between Inali's moist lips while she watched her pet drift off to sleep.

 

 

Inali barely holds herself up, resting back on her elbows. Struggling through exhaustion to hold her head up, straining to watch the bronzed, lithe figure hold her completely helpless with just two fingers. Her porcelain skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat covering her body from the long morning's exertion of staying perfectly still, holding back as her body was used and teased. Stray locks of her raven hair matted to the side of her face and drops of sweat pooling between the mounds of her heavy, heaving breasts, forming a small rivulet to trail down the valley to her straining, taut stomach, also quivering with the effort of holding herself up and still. Her plush rear, a point of pride when called spankable, a point of embarrassment when she feels it is -too- "soft" is nothing but tight as the muscles beneath her flesh are all fighting against each other. Her hips desperate to push against your fingers for even one more caress, and pure submissive instinct forcing her body frozen, her ass and thighs quivering with the effort of fighting that lustful need and every electric touch on her absolutely drenched wet folds. Biting her bottom lip hard just shy of drawing blood to keep from crying out. The yelp muffled in her throat her very womanhood is claimed... marked... making her into property and turning her most intimate part into an accessory to the new jewelry... turning her into jewelry. The thought quickly dulling the sharp pain, sending a flush of warmth through her body. Feeling the cold metal against and in her burning hot flesh, rolling against her engorged pearl, her eyes locked and gazing at this new part of her that she already knows will forever be there and her owner toying with it. A rare glint in her eye, a sparkle at just how beautiful this sight was. Panting... exhausted... she finally collapses on to the bed, falling unconscious with the stunningly beautiful bronzed owner playing with the living jewelry, a brand new pearl ring.

 

 

The hours past as Ero rested between her pets leg, watching her dream. Her eyes drinking in the way her breath moved her body, how her soft breast rolled gentle to the side with each breath. Like a panther protecting her cub as she slumbered or its kill from other cats, Ero wasn't sure any more which she felt, maybe a little of both she tried to tell her self. Her smirk sipped over her teeth as her lips peeled their moist touch across those peels as she watched the small peal ring rest in her little treasure box. She kept her one hand lost in her hair, holding the base of her horn as the other drew soft lines with the back of her nails along the crease resting at the top of Inali’s thighs, enjoy how soft she felt, how her white skin blushed with her simple touch.

 

 

The Castanic could still feel her own little kittens wetness as a restless stir inside her rolled her hips to taste it on her sheet. Her hand slipped free from it prison in the shadows of her hair, reaching down, slipping her fingers underneath the human’s leg, letting the tips dine of Inali’s soft curves until the rested under her knee. Her petite frame crawled up, trying not to disturb the mattress laying under her pet as the muscles in her chest tore into her flesh under the pressure of her lifting the sleeping leg into the air. Her fingers continued up, guiding Inali’s leg to reach for the ceiling while her lithe body crawls between them. Her own inner thigh kissing the warm of Inali’s ass, feeling that round shape mold back into its hardness as her kitten’s lip gave that little pearl ring a kiss. Her hand now rested at her pets ankle as her other caressed the roof of her foot, pushing each of her fingers to spread those little human toes out between them as the muscles in her thigh bite into her flesh, holding her just above Inali as the guided her hips to sway like a slow tide. Her breath race up Inali’s leg as that pearl ring reach out, slipping into her own folds, kissing her little clit with its chilled touch, her kiss quickly gave chase to her breath, finding that little tendon reaching down from her ankle as Ero fought back the desire to bite into it.

 

 

Ero’s kisses found that fragile seem of flesh on Inali’s foot where the soft skin under her ankle married the course flesh under her heel. Driving the edge of her canines to carve out little love nibbles, dinning on her fragile taste as the scares on her own stomach began to rip a crossed her flesh. That eg stood posed between her breasts, feeling the fever caught up inside them, tasting the small beads of sweat that began to flow out from inside her. The Castanic’s measured dance over that pearl ring followed a secret rhyme, a song of lust only Ero knew the words to as her fingers curled deeper in-between Inali’s toes. Ero’s adornments to the human’s foot started to make Inali’s ankle as wet as the Castanic’s little kitten as a small river of her moistness crawled down between those blushed ass cheeks, curling around her pets little puckered hole. The air carried her purrs as her eyes started to slice through the narrowed slits around her eye, her canines digging into that coursed skin. Pinching their mark deep into Inali’s flesh as her cheek molded to the shape of her ankle. Her knees dug into the mattress below her, pulling the sheets to tug at Inalis back as her other hand dove down, tugging at her own soaked hood as she lifted off that little ring, letting her self-spray her musk over her pets body. The first stream arched up until it shattered at the base of Inali’s neck, washing back down between her breasts before breaking free half way down her stomach, three more would follow, each weaker than the last until they barely puddled in her naval.

 

 

Like s hip sinking into a shallow cove just to feel the ocean floor, Ero body melted down over her pet. Her breast pressed their shape into the softness of the humans, proven how the Castanic’s body, every inch of it, refused to be soft. The scares tracing up her body, cupping the base of her breast carved the patterns in to Inali’s fare skin as Ero slithered over her own cum, nesting down to rest in the other human’s warmth. Her hand searched out for Inali’s stretching her fingers like small traps between the human’, pulling one hand to take the shape of her ass, as the other pulled into the shadow between their stomachs while Ero’s breath poured down over Inai’s neck, “I want you to feel how wet you helped me get Inali while I take my rest for the night here.” She pressed the humans hand over her soaked mound, letting Inali taste the ocean between her legs, how it felt like a fever was sill dripping out of her. Ero’s hand release those little fingers she held prisoner, pushing them to swim over her cunt as one escorted her middle and forefinger into her canal, making her caress her silken wall as her kiss dined on her collar bone. The weight of Ero’s body held her pets arm down, leaving her no escape as she drifted off to sleep….

 

Inali *pulled from sleep, her body weak and still exhausted, her dreams were haunting and wet... feeling like a panther was pressing down on her throughout her sleep, bearing down on her, her sore clit constantly pushing into her sleep making her dream fearful but arousing images of that seductive panther biting down on her hood. Her eyes flutter open to find the dream was reality. Pressed down, trapped... she feels like she is bound by the hardest steel wrapped in the smoothest silks. Her entire body wet, your scent covering her from head to toe. She moans lightly at the thought that maybe your scent would seep into her skin to never leave. Her hips writhe beneath you of their own volition before she can regain control... her panting slowing as she tries to settle beneath you. Like captured prey, your lips on her neck as if to finish the kill, and she surrenders to it, knowing that her body is forfeit for your sustenance and pleasure. Little whimpers and moans as you toy with her, very gently and slowly sliding her fingers along that ocean of lust, feeling like it would burn her fingers but never wanting to ever pull back. She closes her eyes and drifs off with the jungle cat as her fresh kill, absently stroking the folds of your kitten*

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Silken Wolves

 

The hues bleed though the purple strands floating over her face as she reached her freed hand up, hooking her thumb to usher them a little further back along her cheek bone. Ero's eyes pulled away before she stepped free from the warmth of his body. The bottle strapped between her fingers caressed through the thickness of her robe, glancing along the hardened scar raising from her flesh along the leg as the shadows around the stairwell engulfed her petite frame. Versuvius followed, closer than before, the lingering tingle of his fingers upon her torso reminding her of his hand that rested there only seconds ago. When she had moved, a subconscious squeeze of his digits scratched four fine lines across her bronzed skin.

 

His growl of interest was more easily felt than heard through the fleeting contact in the noise-polluted environment. He moved lightly within the plate armor which bore the markings of a tried Federation Soldier, one promoted several times during tours, though he did not seem to ever draw attention to such achievements. As he trailed after her the glass settled into his hand swayed with his movements, the liquid largely undisturbed as his practiced hand minimized the stress of the short journey.

 

 

“Almost forgot to ask?” He echoed her, a smile tugging at his left cheek. “And how am I supposed to take that, hm?”

 

The flesh of her chin felt the feather tickle coursing up to her smile. She dropped her shoulder just enough to allow him to hear her words twist back down the stairwell. “Take it however you like, or would you prefer I feed you little hints in another fashion?”

 

Ero's steps broke over the breach of the stairs pulling her path towards a dark curtain, lifting the hand that held the bottle to give into its darkness, lifting just enough of its weight to slip through. The sound of a woman's giggle echoed down through the hallway before the Castanic was engulfed by the private room. He could see a wall of glass resting at a slight angle, letting the light from the lower level melt up as a large couch held down the floor, two smaller tables resting to either side.

 

She let the bottle fall free from her hand, its weight sinking into the couch as she led her robes to follow her body in a small turn over a toe, making the tail float along the glass wall before her eyes turned to ensure he had followed.

 

“Is this private enough?” Velvet violet eyes drape over his chin and neck as he lingered by the entry curtain. “Or would you prefer something more... locked down?”

 

His expression, one of begrudging approval, followed a casting glance around the room. Instead of slinking around the room, like some officer making a show of inspection,  he moved directly to her, drink discarded upon a table he passed. A soft gentle rush of heat poured over her as he moved close. Touching just under her chin, the roughened pads of his index finger graced the angle of her chin where the violet strands arrayed. His eyes gazed past her to the floor below when he spoke, words so quiet as to seem thoughts that had merely escaped by mistake alone.

 

“I don't think you'll need to lock me down to keep me a while, Ero.” he responded, releasing a controlled long and throaty sigh. “Feed me whatever you wish. I have quite the strong stomach.”

 

The edge of Ero's smile melted down, escorting her chin to roll his touch back along her jawline, letting him feel the simple pleasure of her soft skin before shifting her weight back against the glass. His hand subconsciously chased the retreat of her face, loathe to lose the subtle melody of sensation. Her robe fell back along her thighs leaving the small bones peeking up from her hips free against the lights as the muscles under the flesh in her legs rippled small lines to play back up against the thin strap holding the modest G-String along her hip.

 

“So what was it you forgot to say?” Her words crashed the small reverie he had sunk into, feeling her shift as his eyes took in the morass of sensual life swimming down below.

 

“Ah. Things got a bit touch and go, that night I left with Alyrae.” His words followed the twist of his torso over the middle of his taut skin. Reaching, he regained the glass of liquor in one hand while lifting the other to toy with the set of feathers around her collar, stroking the intricate textures with the guidance of his sight. His fingers slipped lower, easing to the buckles along her elbow and finally down to the shelf of her hip where they sought rest and warmth.

 

The softness of her face fell slowly against the floor as her breath sent ripples across the glass, “Oh how so? I haven't seen her since that night. Did you fluff your human pillow too much and scare her away?”

 

Versuvius' grunt relayed how little he found that particular jab amusing, a drink from his gin delaying his response several seconds. Exhaling harshly though his nose, he shook his head. “No, she was... fine, though perhaps disappointed that business once again stole an opportunity to cater to me personally. A fellow I work with had an 'accident' while shipping between Val Aureum and Ostgarath. I lost a good man, and a good deal of valuable material.”

 

The muscle hiding under Ero's stockings pressed their rise to evade the lace as her weight shifted across her hips. His words blend against the warm spices painting down the length of her tongue before her grip peeled the rim of her glass away.

 

“So it's safe to say you'd like a favor of sorts?”

 

The porcelain covered nails took turns stabbing at the glasses rim, sending a small chime to ring through the room as the smaller Castanic's pose started to lift away from the glass wall.

 

His horns swayed in the negative once more, silver blades of hair dancing along the steely angles of his chin, cheek, and collar. “No, I haven't earned any favors, yet. If I do go to ground I figured it best you know why. It seems that someone has taken more than a passing interest in my little operation. My plans for an easy retirement are likely going to be adjusted before too long.”

 

Sweeping clean his lips of their remnant flavors by a slip of his tongue, his eye returned to rest upon her face.

 

“I was just starting to feel at home, too,” he added with a resigned smirk. A playful scratch from his glossed nails along her stomach served as a slight hint to perhaps other concerns and wishes.

 

Ero's lips felt the heat of her laugh, her chin dipping down and turning her thorns to cut little lines into the warmth of the small room. “If you have to hide then you will do it here, your home. The Federation will never chase a Castanic out of Castanica. Though I would prefer you start speaking more straight forward with me instead of playing these games. I am not a child, Versuvius.”

 

“That you are not,” he agreed, placing the glass down upon the stand as he drew in a long breath, body swelling with air as well as decision. Standing before her, he crossed his arms over his chest and gave a respectful nod.

 

“You will forgive me. Discretion is a second skin any wise Castanic learns to wear outside of our homeland's 'safe' embrace. It is not easy, even now, to simply speak my mind. But, I will tell you the thoughts I have, if you wish to know them.”

 

Ero raised her glass away from the touch of her leg, rolling the length of her thumb along the rim as the seam of her robes folded back across her thighs. Her hips followed the motion of her weight being shifted back over her toes.

 

“If they involve me or the Shrouded Rose, I prefer you did. You see, I do not get to enjoy the privileges of the rogue.” Her tongue stopped twisting against her breath as the gin bit against its tip, burning the droplets of spices into the moist touch.

 

“Then perhaps you will let a rogue's privileges serve you, hm?” He took a step closer, the small gap between them all but disappearing as he continued on. “I'm not one for an idle existence. I have talents, connections, and the wherewithal to use them. What's more, I respect what you have done here. How you've turned our culture into something the Federation can swallow, burning the mark into the world as was done to us so many years ago.”

 

He chewed on the inner lining of his bottom lip only for a moment before he added, “And I wish to be around you, I think.  And what you do. For now, anyway.”

 

A slow tide of warmth turned under her skin as her cheeks found themselves creased by a child’s smile again. Her shoulder seemed to melt under the weight of the feathers dancing around them as she hid the violets in her eyes for a moment, bringing them back to the light she spoke.

 

“I have a meeting soon with the Federation's appointed Wardens for Ostgarath, you are welcome to accompany me for it. Learn what it is I do and how you may help when around. Even find your little niche, maybe.”

 

Her hand traded the cup to the other as she stepped forward, lifting her fingers to turn their smooth porcelain edge down the valley cut into his stomach. The purple silk floats along her cheeks as her eyes followed the fingertips over their path.

 

“That is if you are not too busy trying to find somewhere to hide.” Her lips turned up her breath, letting the warm touch caress along the length of the flesh stretching around his neck. Her toes pressed into the leather insoles of her heels, pressing her body up. Ero's lips peeled a small kiss to the back of his jaw,  canines settling into his skin with a taste of their sharp touch. He had also been moving to perhaps steal a kiss of his own, the gentle tremble of a pleasured shiver answering the contact she bestowed upon him.

 

“I should get ready, though. You know your way around here by now, yes? It is safe to assume if I leave you alone you won't get lost?”

 

Always one to speak with his hands, they dropped from his chest and worked along the depressions of her dimpled hips. His fingers wandered to and fro, one brushing onto the taut wire of her undergarment, tugging it from its resting place before letting it sting back with a minute snap to her flesh. Rotating upon his heel, Versuvius lifted her from the ground with a grip to her body before placing her to his other side, sending her off with a touch to the small of her back.

 

“Sure, I'll see you out there,” he said, watching with one hand to his stomach and the other along his chiseled profile as she departed.

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Taming a Devil

 

 

Ero's fingers rolled the moist meat of a peeled grape across the salt she had split over the table. Pressing the fruit to drink the saline free from the wood, the black thin lines that had dripped orchids over her nails came into focus as she rose the little offering to her lovers lips. He captured the portion of fruit, molding to his mouth. The confusing flavor of salt staining the sweet flavor trapped in the grapes tender meat.

 

The bitterness tickled and danced along his mouth, in the same instant Versuvius captured her neck between his palms, cradling the line of her jaw. Guiding Ero's lips to take a taste of the morsel from his mouth, pushing the wet portion with a prod of his tongue.

 

Her shoulders rolled up under the weight of her body as the morsel tumbled into the pit of her maw. Ero's shadow caressed the heat of his body, following the little beckoning command of his finger, her smile abducting the salt that freckled off the meat. The tip of her tongue followed the depths of a carnal low growl pressing the little offering behind the darkness of his lips embrace. Rolling the little sphere along the valley of her warm muscle, slowly making it bleed out against the ridges scattered over the roof of his mouth.

 

The gentle noise of their broken kiss caromed about the padded booth, lost within the resounding chatter of the club's atmosphere. His fingers, unusually well-maintained for a man of war, withdrew from their place about her jaw, letting one slide casually along her front to hook into the niche the bend of her hip seemed to form just for his touch. Bale's other arm draped over the back of the large seat they shared, a flash of strobes light sparking a glint from the cold metal band covering his brow and where one eye should have rested. Speech came slowly, his mouth working to fully examine the menagerie of flavors Ero had placed there in so short a time.

 

"How is it," he began, voice low with a roughened edge of rueful excitement, "that you manage to always make me hungry, no matter how recently I have enjoy a... meal." The manner with which the last word rolled off of his tongue made his meaning clear, though the squeeze of his hand across her waist as it slid lower to paw lazily at her bottom punctuated the message quite appropriately. His single eye flickered over the small sample of the club's deserts that she had insisted on sharing with him before his stare was inevitably drawn back to the creature who had sparked a long-dead fire in the older Castanic

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Lights low, music soft, aromatic essential oils in the air. A single candle lit.

I could hear the coconut oil sliding between her hands. Her palms started at the base of my spine, pushing upward, over my shoulder blades and back down. After a few strokes like this, she leant down and said gently into my ear,

"How's that feeling?"

"Great", I responded. "I've been waiting for this all week."

"Excellent", she said.

Her hands continued to do what they do, then stopped for a couple of breaths. I assumed she was getting more oil. Just as I felt her touch again, I quickly realized those were not hands on my back, but two very symmetrical, supple, erect-nippled breasts. I gasped. Froze... And continued breathing, albeit shakily. I didn't know what to do! In the 8 months I'd been seeing her, this had never happened. I was surprised, shocked, confused, and extremely turned on.

"What the sweet fuck?", I thought to myself. "What is she doing? I'm straight, why am I so excited?... Is this for real? Did I fall asleep? Maybe I'm dreaming."

Then her voice interrupted my internal monologue.

"How about this? How does this feel?"

Again, I froze. What was I supposed to say? I choked out a, "Good." then stammered, "Uh great. Feels great."

My heart was pounding, mind still going a mile a minute, pussy; dripping with excitement. Then she asked,

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

That answer came so quickly, I realized this is exactly what I need. I've been a timid soul my whole life. Toying with the idea of being with a lady since I lost my virginity to a long-term boyfriend at 17. I never thought it would happen though. It was just a silly fantasy. I liked men. End of story... Or so I thought...

I let out a sigh and relaxed my tense body.

"That's better", she grinned, in a satisfying tone.

As her nipples lightly danced across my shoulder blades, she pulled away for a moment, returning rather quickly with a different body part.

This time, she climbed up onto the table, straddling me. I could feel her hot pussy lips teasing the small of my back. I instantly felt a spasm down below.

"Oh my God," I gasped.

As she slid her pleasure centre up and down my back, I felt my skin being covered with a glaze of her sweet juices.

Again, checking in, she whispered, "You like this? You like feeling my juicy pussy?"

"Yes.", I gasped. "Oh yes."

Hinting, "The view from this angle could be a bit better, though..."

Taking my loose direction, she got down from the table and walked up to my head, facing me with her beautiful, naked body.

"You want a taste?"

I desperately did, but I was so nervous. I was completely new to this, and still slightly in shock. She took a step toward the face cradle, and I slowly looked up at her. My God, she was incredibly sexy. I wanted to bury my face between those legs until she begged me to stop... But I just didn't know how to take that first step. Before I knew it, she had moved over to my side, smacked my ass as hard as she could, and said, "Tongue fuck me, bitch!"

Wow! Today is full of surprises.

"Flip over!" she demanded. So I did.

She climbed onto the table once more. Only this time, straddling my face.

Back to her gentle demeanour, "All you have to do is lay there, my sweet. Lick gently. Just do what you know would feel good. Don't over think, just enjoy."

I released my little pink tongue from my mouth and onto her throbbing clit. She moaned and gasped as she rode my face like a naughty little cowgirl. I quickly got the hang of things as I kissed, sucked and maneuvered my tongue around in all the right directions.

As we both got more and more excited, I decided to get my hands involved. I used my fingers to spread her lips to fully expose her erect little button. I lightly flicked my tongue up and down, side to side, and circled all the way around. I could tell she was about to cum, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I was enjoying this too much. "Let's get onto the floor," I said.

We quickly moved down to the soft, furry mat. Her on her back, me between her thighs with my arms wrapped under her legs, grasping her hips. I knew I was doing well because I recognized her breathing patterns were not unlike my own when I'm in her position. She squirmed and moaned, pressing herself into me.

I wanted to feel her from the inside, so I slid two of my fingers into her dripping wet hole, as I continued to eat her engorged sugar plum.

"Oh FUCK!", she screeched. In a good way. A very good way.

My fingers moved in and out, wiggling around deep inside her, just like I do to myself when I masturbate. Slowly at first, then faster and more aggressively.

In and out, in and out, lick, suck, indulge, quickly flicking my tongue...

"OOOOH FUUUCK YES.. OH .. OH MY GOD. OH YEAH...ooohhuhhh..."

Then silence... and heavy breathing. Her legs collapse from the knees up position, as she rolls over in a deep, satisfied, giddy state.

"WOW!"

"Yeah... wow..."

She sat up and kissed my mouth with her hand in my hair. "You, my girl, have skill. You're gonna be a damn good lesbian."

"Whoa, I'm no lesbian," I laughed.

"Well... looks like you're bisexual at least.", as she winked, "You're turn, babe."

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Those are some very hot little tales, i would even venture to say worthy of a sub forum dedicated to all the fabulous story teller on here, maybe culminating into entire contests for those who no longer wish to bear an untold story!

 

I already suggested a chatlog in the idea section so feel free to support the idea and make some noise!

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My birthday present just walked through the door. She is wearing a black lace teddy and a pair of thigh high lace stockings. She looks good enough to eat and I may try later, but for now I simply watch.

I know better than to speak. I've been punished for that before. So, I wait. As I watch, she crosses the room and presses play on the CD player. The sultry sound of her favorite R & B singer fills the air as she pauses to light the row of candles I left on the table.

With that done, she casually flips off the light switch, letting the room take on a soft candlelight glow. I take a deep breath as she turns to face me. She's looking at me with the look I've grown to love. I know how this night will end, but not how we'll get there.

All I know is I was told to come to this place and wait for her, so I did. And, now she is in full control and I love it. With a smile, she moves to stand in front of me before leaning down close to my ear.

"Don't move," she whispers just before she nips the tip of my ear with the gentlest of touches. "If you move, I'll stop."

Before she moves away, I feel her fingers rake over the side of my cheek and drift down to the soft skin between my breasts.

"Promise me," she orders. "No moving."

I swallow hard as she slides her palm over my nipple, bringing it to attention instantly.

"I promise."

My voice is harsh and ragged as I try to stay still. I don't want her to stop. In fact, if she stops now, I will lose my mind. So, grip the cushion beneath me with all my strength and wait for her next move.

"Good girl," she says with a smile.

I take a deep breath as she licks her lips and takes two steps back.

"Your birthday present is here," she informs me as she reaches beneath her silky pair of sheer lingerie bottoms.

She watches my reaction as she takes the time to stroke her smooth lips, once, twice, three times. I gasp as she throws her head back, obviously enjoying the feel of her wet pussy under her fingertips.

At the sound of my gasp, she stops and looks me dead in the eye.

"It's your birthday present, but you can't have it until I unwrap it for you."

I notice her voice is slightly deeper at this point. She's starting to feel the way I feel and I can't wait to see what she has planned next.

"Remember, you promised not to move," she reminds me as she slowly starts to dance. "No matter what I do, you can't touch me."

I groan. I see where this is going and it will be exquisite torture for me. I just hope I can hold out. Not touching her is going to be one of the hardest things I've ever done.

The song on the CD player changes and I hear the raunchy sounds of Lords of Acid coming through the semi-darkness.

She smiles at me with a cute little smirk and straddles me where I sit on the sofa. Her body isn't touching me, but she's only a few inches away as she starts to slowly gyrate and run her hands up and down her side.

I'm trying, I really am, but if one of her tight little nipples touches me, I know I'm done for. So, I grit my teeth and pray for control as she begins to massage her breasts with both hands. Meanwhile, her hips are moving in rhythm to the sounds of the music and my control starts to slip as she slides her hot center all over my lap.

She's wet. I can feel it through the thin material of her lingerie and the soft cotton of my shorts. That's okay, though. I'm a little wet, too. As she starts to move faster, I lose track of where her wetness starts and mine stops. I want to hold on, truly I do, but if she continues rubbing her hot little pussy all over me, all bets are off.

I think I might have just groaned because she stops. I didn't move though, so I never broke the rules. I just couldn't help the moan. She's gorgeous and so very talented. Who wouldn't moan? I mean, I'm only human.

Her hands are still working over those beautiful nipples beneath the almost nonexistent fabric of her lingerie but her hips are still.

"If you make another sound, I'll stop," she whispers, licking the corner of her lips as she starts her hips in motion again.

I say nothing, terrified that if I respond, she'll stop.

She laughs at my predicament before slipping her hands off her gorgeous tits. I fight a groan of disappointment, but catch it just in time as she reaches for the drawstring that holds her top in place.

With a quick tug, she releases the tie and slips the top off her shoulders. My heart rate shoots through the roof as her naked chest is exposed to me for the first time. Every ounce of my willpower is forced into play as I struggle with the overwhelming desire to feel those incredible tits roll around under my tongue.

I force my eyes to hers, begging silently for permission.

"Not yet," she answers, but I see the need in her own eyes. She may still be in control, but not by much.

Without another word, she lifts up off me and stands a few inches away.

I want to cry with the loss, but fight the urge. I'm sure she has a plan. She always does.

"Did you wear what I told you to wear?" she asks.

I simply nod, still afraid to speak.

"Good," she murmurs. Her voice is husky and I think this part of the night is as much for her benefit as it is for mine.

I stay still as she loses the rest of the lingerie. When she is standing naked before me, she begins to dance yet again. I watch through hooded eyes as she gets lost in the music. Her hands roam freely over her toned body as she caresses the places I long to touch.

For a few moments, this is my world. Her erotic dance and the way her hands explore her soft, dark places leave me wet and aching. Without stopping her dance, she looks me in the eyes again.

"Take it out," she orders. "But, don't move after you do."

I never take my eyes off her slithering form as I unbutton and unzip my cargo shorts. I didn't wear underwear. She told me not to bother.

Her eyes close briefly as I ease the ten inch strap-on from beneath the fabric of my shorts. She licks her lips as I stroke the shaft once, then twice.

"I told you not to move," she admonishes. With a firm look, she stills her movements and closes the distance between us. "Do it again and I'll have to take action."

My heart races at the thought. For just a moment, I consider challenging her, but she would win. She always does. So, I acquiesce. Without a word, I slide my hand from the fake cock and let it rest beside my thigh, waiting.

"That's better," she says quietly, "Much better."

Her eyes slide to the large cock and I see her pupils dilate. Without another word, she straddles my hips again and begins to slide up and down over my lap and the thick, rubber phallus. Her face betrays her intent as she grips my shoulders for balance.

I know what is coming, but still I am not able to stop the moan that escapes my lips as she slowly impales herself on the thick rubber cock. She doesn't admonish me because of my lack of control. Not this time.

No, she is too focused on riding that slick cock for all she is worth. Her tits bounce just in front of my lips every time she pumps up and down. I want to taste her, but she's made the rules perfectly clear. If I touch her, she will stop. I know her well enough to believe what she says when she makes those promises.

So, I wait, feeling every thump as her wet lips swallow that huge phallus. She is driving it all the way to the hilt, burying the length of it all the way to the core of her hot pussy and I feel it in the center of my being.

For a few glorious moments, she rides me, completely oblivious to anything but the slick sensations of that thick, hot cock as it fills her completely. I watch her, reveling in the expression on her gorgeous face. I could live in this moment with her forever.

She is panting now, almost there and finally, finally she speaks.

"Touch me," she hisses between thrusts, "Now."

Thank God.

With a satisfied grunt, I wrap my hands around her waist and guide her up and down on my slippery cock. My grip adds even more friction and for a fraction of a second, I see her open those intense blue eyes.

"Fuck me," she orders, her voice bordering on animalistic.

I learned a long time ago never to deny a lady her request, so I comply wholeheartedly. My hips begin to move with her and I relish the feel of her tits as they press against my chin. With a quick movement, I take her breast into my mouth and latch on to the hard little nipple she's been teasing me with all night.

Her surprised groan tells me she didn't expect that. She's close, I can feel it. Her grip on my shoulders tightens as she begins to move faster and faster. I want to postpone her orgasm, to make this moment last, but she has other ideas.

With a quick movement, she flips around to face away from me without ever losing her grip on the thick cock pumping inside her hot box. The sight of her working that cock is enough to take me just about as far as I can go without crashing over, so I hold my breath, willing my orgasm to wait.

She is all muscle and focus as she begins to ride that thick cock in earnest. Her back is slick with sweat and her head is thrown back in ecstasy as she pumps her way to a heart stopping orgasm, complete with twitching, moans, and a shout that sounds somewhat like my name.

I am in Heaven and she is my guide.

As soon as I see her start to cum, I lose control. Her pussy is pushing the base of the cock into my hard little clit and it's enough to send me over. As I come undone, I reach for her, my hands circling her torso to find those amazing tits.

With a handful of nipple, I drop over the edge and cum hard to the sound of her calling my name yet again.

And, with that, my birthday present is unwrapped and ready to be played with. As she lifts herself gingerly off my lap, I give myself a moment to collect my thoughts and pull her back down to the sofa beside me.

"Happy Birthday," she says and follows her words with a long, slow kiss. "Told you I had something special planned."

I nuzzle her neck and rest my head on her naked shoulder.

"That was perfect," I respond. "But, I like to play with my toys a lot longer than that. In fact, I'm just getting started."

Her rich laughter sends chills down my spine as she reaches for my shirt tail.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

And, with those words, the rest of my birthday becomes a whirlwind of sex and heat. She is my wildfire, hot and out of control. I love her more than anything I've ever known and for the rest of the night I do all I can to prove it.

I just hope my birthday is this much fun next year.

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