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Lol… I remember my daughter popping into my office one one day on me when I was roomed luckily only chatting with a friend. She caught a quick glance of the screen before I could minimize, but accepted my rather embarrassed explanation that she caught me playing a SIM module.

Perils of the secret sunny, best you rationalize it as a social chat scene,.which it is…

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Well bogged down for a few days on RL issues but am still working on the story when the rare quiet times arise,. ..so don't expect anything for a few days…

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Helps to give them the heads up in such a matter,… and to ask before hand that such an upgrade is acceptable.

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lol,..well waiting for someone to name themselves Robot Shemale and pull that one…

Terribly annoying to pull the Robot in when testing 3some positions and trying to hold a conversation over the poses. Wish there was a way to silence her…

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Lol,..last time I fell asleep on the beach naked, the more sensitive areas were lobster red… no way again unless someone is there to monitor and personally make certain those portions are well covered in lotion.

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Lol,…I kind of tan that way myself Tight… nothing uniform about my tan,.. even now the chest still appears white though I have a good start on the back..probably need to just lay back somewhere and focus on the chest for a bit.. but so hard not to be moving and doing something.

: maybe if I had a reason for laying in my back for an extended period…

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Perfect letter Tight'… copied and signed my name on the  bottom, then sent it off to support….

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@Adera oh give them time, certain given adequate time I'llbe given the chance  can stand around and watch you two go at it…

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It is not a necessity,…but I don't see it as weird.  I had a young friend who was pushed hard for pic swapping bu an older guy… honestly I'll tell you the same as I told her.

Do what feels right, stick to your guns. If you feel uncomfortable, then say no. If they are a good friend, they will accept that answer, if they don't then move on. There are plenty of nice guys out there who will respect those wishes. But mind you,  there are plenty of jerks who don't.

No way to immediately sort that out. I can't state it enough, do what you are comfortable with and ignore the pressure of giving in, just to make a so called friend.

You start doing things you don't like doing, or feel uncomfortable about, you'll lose the enjoyment of the experiences here.

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mmm well your posting through the winter suggested frivolous attire was not requiring warm weather sunny.

As to the town , presuming too an extensive labyrinth of catacombs beneath…

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Hang in there bud,.. know the miserable feeling since I came down with a bad cold sandbagging in the rain last week, still a good time to write…

As to rooms,..

I want one set with ambiance,.. said it before and will ask again…

Give us something with subdued lighting.. fireplace,…candlelight…would be nice to see the flicker of light on the av's feature if possible.

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Sad to see matters like this arise, and I am not one to openly call out someone here if they are unlikely to post, let alone read matters here.

Cazzy and others have clearly brought the matter up of the nature of the player.

Honestly, if people are going to play the Dom/Sub role my best advice is to ask around a bit before you get yourself too involved with a supposed Dom. Maybe that's too much to ask of peeps who are here under the assumption of play and fantasy. We tend to forget about the 1% who just don't get it. They can make matters rather uncomfortable if you get tangled in their weave.

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They tended to be rather naughty…. Satyr or faun… the sileni (the ancient of the satyr's /fauns) would have been drawn instinctively to the town and its openness, especially for such festivities. The Sileni  were noted story tellers and performers,….

As to the celestial anything works as long as you post your decision here.  I just presumed normal rise in the east and setting in the south of the sun…. presuming a warm environment…

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good question Cazzy, sometimes the newer poses have a tendency to jump a bit, but this one does seem to do it more frequently.

And agree that the dance is one of the better, so nice to have a stage of foreplay for romance and intimacy

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For the rest of the afternoon I had wandered the city running a list of apothecaries  a local had given me. It hadn't been easy to find one willing to offer the information, a restrained suspicion of outsiders was beginning to edge into the town folk attitudes, and I was certain the list by far was not complete. For the most part the talk was limited of the lycan torn body found in the alley.  As I passed through the district where I had struck,  the rumors were more specific,… a survivor, …the suggestion of 2 lycans prowling,… the name Silvermane dropped ominously into conversations, fear was beginning to undercut the tone of the oncoming festival. At such I would word I would typically leave towns, but my work here was incomplete.

The satchel I carried once crammed with an assortment of herbs I had gathered in my journeys, nearly emptied. My coin purse instead brimming now with coin, a meager way to fund my journeys but effective. I had learned early those herbs which brought better returns, keeping my senses open for the rare herbs which I hoarded until between towns. As always wolfbane, sold easily, especially where rumors of lycans roamed. Not that it helped much, merely tempering the effects of the taint, and certainly not rising to the heights wive’s tales spoke of it’s qualities to cure or ward.

Yet for each shop I stopped and sold my goods, none could identify the substance within the vial. The yellow liquid within almost odorless to humans, even to my refined senses, the sweet odor seemed evasive.  For now in the late hour I of the evening, I could only mull my failures at the tavern of the inn I stayed crowded. I swirled the vial I held, eying the clear liquid once more before pocketing it within the folds of my leather shirt. Resigned to address the issue in the morrow I turned my attention to the mug of dwarfish ale before me and jostle of the growing numbers of travelers in the inn filtering in to the tavern for like matters.

The sound of a lute drifted above the din of the crowd, the subtle melody I had heard over the previous nights weaving through the crowd.  Sitting before the huge stone fireplace was a satyr, his fingers working smoothly over the pipe,.. his eyes drifting over the crowd  nodding to those who gave him smiles. The gray streaks of his beard signified an older form, seleni perhaps, one of the matured creatures, who typically wandered the lands as story tellers and performers. It was not uncommon to find them frequenting the taverns and inns of the lands of the wilds. That one should come to a large human city, quite unusual.

His companion immediately caught my eye.

Curled at his hooves in her submissive pose, a wood nymph sat, her form straight, hands flat on the bronze skin of her thighs. Her shimmering black hair fell mid-shoulder, framing the narrow face that peered with darting, emerald green eyes. The diaphanous cloth wrapped about her body did little to hide  the marvel of her shape. I was spell bound, my heart racing with the memories of the nymph who had shared my bed, the brief stabbed of pain shooting through my soul. I stared, hard no doubt and her side glance to me, that subtle smile that crossed her face showing her appreciation.

The music of satyr grew louder, as I watched her  the rise and fall of the breath of the nymph as the music took her. The familiar urges of the taint growing in me, my mind wrapped to the seductive creature before me, as the tune weaved, threading itself into my thoughts, those passionate memories I held,… the edge of my vision blurring, until only on her filled my gaze.

She gracefully rose, bare feet stepping with a dancers precision,.. standing before the satyr,  her slender body moving slowly to the beat. Arms rising, the translucent wrap about her body tightening, short on her hips, it barely covered her bottom, but low enough that her movements although tantalizingly close never revealed the treasure between her legs.

I wet my lips, watching her, consumed by her movements and the music, the rolling undulation of her torso, the press of her small breasts against that sheer fabric ,her hard nipples clearly outlined as she danced, twirled, rolling her hips seductively. Turning her head slightly her eyes lifted met mine, and a smile crossed face. She turned slow, keeping her rhythm as she worked her way towards me.  Never breaking her movement, her grace and flow memorizing. The tavern was a blur to me, the other patrons nonexistent. There was only the nymph, the music and the growing lust inside me.

She stepped to the bench on the other side of the table, crawled forward until she knelt before me, bending her head in a roll, her hair swirled, her sweet fragrance filling my nostrils.  Her heartbeat wild excited, I could smell her want,.., the rise of excitement as she performed for me. Leaning back with knees set wide, her short shift rose on her hips, and I could see the lips of her sex glisten with rising desire. I was swelling with my own desire, my member tight in the leather breeches’. The animal lust rising, I could think of nothing more than the fire of desire of want,…need… that compulsion of the taint driving me mad.

She leaned back on the table, torso rolling again,… the invitation too tempting, I leaned forwards reaching out and sliding my hands along her sides, the slow draw down to her hips as I pressed in kissing her along the inner thigh. Her scent strong,.. mind boggling…, gasping at the touch of my lips, she settled back,.. allowing me to slide forward, my lips and tongue glancing along her skin, working itself smoothly as I parted the folds of the fabric, pressed in and kissed moist lips of her sex.

The pace of the music quickening as I slipped my tongue out stoking light, pressing dropping into her furrow , the slow strokes collecting as I savored the nymphs nectar. Lips pressing, sucking at her clit, as I reached in my fingers spreading her lips, then my tongue sweeping in a glancing brush, darting as it dipped and swept lower pulling through her to run at the rim of her sex. I could feel her heart racing, her body trembling, moans and whimpers reaching my ears as her body convulsed with the waves of pleasure sweeping her as I lapped there at the growing moisture.
My other hand reached down struggling with the lacing of my pants, my hard member bent awkward in its confines, appreciative once free, firming hard once the binds released.  I pressed the bench back,…as I pulled from her. Reaching out she eagerly slid across the table under my guidance slipping down to straddle me.. She reached down gripping my hard shaft as she posed herself above, then lowered, slowly letting my thick shaft penetrate, and press in. Her hot walls gripped tight as she lowered, moaning with pleasure, her body shudder with the sheathing of my cock into her. Leaning back and bracing with her elbows on the table, she rolled slow, swallowing me in that silky warmth, riding on me in slow purpose as she savored the fullness of my shaft in her.  Pressing faster letting the tempo flow and match the beat of the music as the action built
My senses were afire. The taste of her on my lips, the wild tingling of my skin with the slightest contact of her, her scent overwhelming with lust and need, my eyes taking in her consumed look of fucking me, eyes closed, watching the trembles, pursed lips wavering under the sweet sensations. I could feel the wild thumping of her heartbeat, the rise of hot blood sweeping her as she strained to hold back that orgasm, the merging, commingling of the magic which flowed through our souls, wrapping us in an aura of exquisite ecstasy, driving us headlong as we fucked to that pinnacle.

Until I could hold no more, with the eruption which swept me. I groaned, shuddered as I clenched her waist grinding her down on to me…which sent her over the edge. Her cries of pleasure as she released herself to her own orgasm. The magic about us flared,…until the music hit a disconcerting note.

Instantaneously I was aware, gasping for breath as I realized my grip was not to her, but to the table. My pants wet, soiled from my seed. My eyes scanned the room, finding the nymph clenched to the leg of the satyr. Her staunch kneeling pose shattered, as she labored for breath as the waves of spasms still seemed to sweep her. As she collected herself, she gave me a knowing smile, eyes bursting yet with excitement.
The Satyr was staring at her with confusion, taking in first the gasping  reaction of the nymph, then searching, wandering the crowd for understanding until his eyes fixed on me still panting. His eyes burned onto me letting me know of my transgression.

I was confused, the image had been so rich in realty, but it was the magic that had bound us.  That I was certain, the satyr himself had wove those strings with his powerful magical music. What the nymph and I shared had flowed along the filaments of that music. I gave his stern glare a grin.  I was  hardly  in remorse of having filled my need at with his sweet succulent servant

I could do nothing other than arrange my satchel to hide the wet spot on my pants as I rose. Slowly weaving through the maze of tables I returned to my room to clean myself up, and sleep, though my rest that night restless, the bittersweet memories of my nights with Aldaris consuming my dreams. 

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