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[Janine Dee]

I agree completely. Where I was going with my argument is that the submissive needs to remember they should be as active and important part of the scene as the Dominant.

Yet I have heard submissives state that they figure they just need to submit and Mistress/Master will take care of the rest.

And since AChat's format is so geared towards that kind of communication it seemed like a good topic to start with.

[Janine Dee]

*shrugs* He even came up with new songs for Spamalot while modifying others. Still, it was a lot of fun so I'm more then willing to trust him.

[Janine Dee]

That might require tampering with the flow of space and time Seewtheart. I would suggest either PM's or you could start a thread in Erotic Fantasies and Sinnnn and I could join in as soon as you do.

[Janine Dee]

Okay, I'm voting if people have fantasies they want to post they should just go ahead and post them. This forum board just has too much potential to be this idle IMHO.

Okay, when I say vote I mean I've got a great idea and I want to run with it.

[Janine Dee]

Lover? Is that supposed to be “Bright” side of life? Or is it from the new musical Idle is putting together, BASED on the Life of Brian movie?

[Janine Dee]

That's sort of what I meant for the rp (chat) thing, but the fact that rooms are only two to three occupants is a good point too.

[Janine Dee]

I pause, my hands held behind my back, my lust addled mind needing a moment to register Her voice, Her command.

Then my eyes widen and my smile grows at her command. I lay my palm flat on my toned tummy and slide it down to my opened jeans. Oh! It's so wet! I'm so wet. The small patch of curls soaked damp as the rest of the smooth skin is slick with my moisture. I link my eyes with hers, because while I can feel all those other gazes on me I want her to know my pleasure, her to see how good this feels as I start circling my fingers on my aching clit.

I want to grab it, even pinch it, but between how slippery wet I am and the slight confinement of my jeans I can't get a hold.

So I slide my fingers further, over my silky soft flesh and between my very, very eager folds. I take those first two fingers easily, and it feels SOOOO good to be filled. I want to moan, but I know She wants to to be quiet so I bite my lip again. So focused on the incredible pleasure, and the slight jolt of pain that I don't realize my back arches more, pressing my breasts even closer to her lips, making my silhouette all the more visible to our audience.

A small whimper escapes when I feel her fingers under mine, pleasuring her own pussy like I'm pleasuring mine, and my head falls back, my mouth opening silently. Then I hear the others, sighs, moans, the sounds of wet flesh being stimulated by a partner or on their own, and I feel it, I feel myself right on that brink.

And I tear my fingers away, making a sort of sobbing sound as I do, and my arousal almost screams along my nerves as I do so, that release denied, but I will not deny Her. I'm glistening with sweat, and shaking with need as I lift those fingers to her mouth.

[Janine Dee]

They already said it best, but I will say it again, keep posting and encourage others to post. They won't do MM if they don't think there's going to be anyone enjoying it.

[Janine Dee]

I said it there, and I'll say it here. Thank you A-Team. Thank you for all you've done, and for all you'll do.

[Janine Dee]

I might be missing something guys because my toon has street clothes, and then one click it's sex clothes… however much or little they may be. Sometimes a pair of panties can be removed for access or shoes can be taken off for some of the positions (if you were wearing them in your sex outfit).

But we can't do piece by piece can we? I thought it would be more an rp thing.

[Janine Dee]

Some British Comedy I like…. like I actually went to the musical Spamalot and loved it… some Bristish comedy I just don't get… I just don't get Mr. Bean.

[Janine Dee]

You want great Dennis Quaid then you should see Undercover Blues. He and Kathleen Turner are married spies. He's a martial arts master and she's the markswoman, and it's hilarious.

[Janine Dee]

I actually had a similar thought Lover… we have this wonderful new board, and I don't think we'll fill it any time soon. So I'm thinking maybe it should just be a more the merrier, post your fantasy and see if it catches on, kind of thing.

I mean we could debate the ideas forever, I'm thinking it may be time for action.

And I also like the strip dice concept.

[Janine Dee]

It could, but it probably wont.  :'(

[Janine Dee]

I start sucking on her finger, to muffle my moans, to stifle my cries even as my breathing through my nose gets all the more ragged. As my hips spread apart to allow her fingers more access my arms wrap tighter to hold her face to my breasts.

My eyes open and I see other eyes staring back, not just hers… Oh God, they're watching, the moment of shock quickly fades as I feel the rush of arousal run through me before manifesting as a fresh flood of liquid heat over my Darling's questing fingers.

I let her finger out of my mouth and take her hand in mine to guide it back to the breast her mouth isn't actively pleasuring. With another firm squeeze of her hand I have to bite down on my lip to stifle the moan that wants to escape, but even that small flash of pain just makes it all the better.

For what seems like an eternity all I can focus on is what's being done to me, and keeping my balance as it's being done, but as I find a rhythm I start to look around me, seeing all those hungry eyes seeing what's being done to me, seeing how much I'm enjoying it, knowing they can look but not touch.

And I want to show them more.

I lean forward a bit and start trying to pull my jeans off. Trying to strip naked in front of all these people.

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