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Wondering who'd be better at it… female or shemale.. oops
well, tell u the truth…. gay men r pretty darn good at it so i think it will be a 3sum photofinish
Either way, the subject would be very, very pleased…
Wondering who'd be better at it… female or shemale.. oops
I was thinking along the same lines. A warmer environment, where people, especially women, are used to dressing frivolously
Feeling inspired today.. Posts getting longer and longer.. Guess I find it difficult to keep the story smaller… Well, introduced another magical creature. A Faun this time, though a very naughty one… Hope you'll like it..
edited to add: all girls of legal age…
The woman moans out loud as she raises herself from the Faun’s cock, leaving her juices behind, making his throbbing member glisten in the candlelight, before pushing herself down on him again. Another woman taking her clothes off, sliding her hand between her legs and frantically starts rubbing her sex with her full hand, her eyes locked at the sight of the woman pinning herself on top of the Faun. Meanwhile the Faun leans back, giving more room to the woman to fuck his member, never taking the flute from his lips or miss a note. Faster and faster she plunges herself down on him, until she explodes in a quick, body shaking orgasm. As the woman spasms on top of him, overtaken by her climax, a slight smile curls the corners of his lips. Satisfies he looks down as the woman raises herself of his cock and steps down from the sofa, only for the woman pleasuring herself, to take her place. Again the Faun leans back and changes the melody and pace of his music.
Coming from an uplifting melody, the pace high, he eases into a sensual, slow song as he directs the woman’s actions with his flute. She slides to her knees, getting between his legs and bending her head down, her tongue sticking out and touching his head. Slowly she circles her tongue around the swollen tip of his cock, lapping the juices left behind by her predecessor, before she slides down his shaft and cleans it with slow, broad licks. Another change in melody and she climbs on the sofa, straddling his legs as she turns her back to him and climbs on top. She pushes her feet underneath his buttocks, bending her body forward and moving her wide opened lips towards the Faun’s cock. As he slows the pace, the woman’s movements are delayed as his crowns slides in past her lips. She starts circling her hips around his cock, the ridge of his member lodged inside of her, her sex clenched around it, determined to keep it inside her. As she stirs herself with his cock, she slowly moves down, inching it in, feeling his hard, throbbing veins slide against her lips. She cries out as she starts swinging her hips harder, while starting to move her hips up and down. In a circular motion she starts to devour his cock with her body, sending tremors up her spine as her fingers find her nipples and squeeze them. Her breathing becoming shallow and fast, her upper body twitching in pleasure as she erupts in orgasm and cries out her desire and lust silently, her throat clenched by the strong waves racing through her body.
Enclosed by the three girls, my eyes are fixed on the Faun and the women offering themselves to him, half enchanted by their music, half enchanted by the sheer size of his member. Painfully aware of my own excitement, my cock is throbbing in my pants, the tip uncomfortably lodged under my belt. The girls holding my hands gripping harder, pushing their bodies into mine, the third girl in front of me, pushing her buttocks against my bulging crotch, rubbing her behind pleasingly against me. My hands start to sweat and my face is flushed. Images of the tavern girl, straddling herself on top of my cock, twitching and moaning in her pleasure, shoot through my mind as the music of the Faun enchants me as well. I feel a tug on my left hand as the girl that kissed me starts to walk to a darker corner of the hall. Nudging her friends, she starts moving towards the far end of the hall, finding a nieche with a large sofa.
The sofa is littered with pillows and enclosed with drapes, partially see-through, casting shadows of people passing inside. As we gather, the girl looks at her two friends askingly, then winking as she turns to me.
“Hi stranger. I am Dina and these are my friends Natalya en Firenza. How do you like the Faun? Isn’t he amazing? He comes here once a year, for the festival and women from all over town come here to worship him. It is an honor to be chosen by him. But we are still too young and Firenza here, hasn’t even been made a woman yet”
She points at the tallest of the three girls, smiling and winking at her. My eyes follow and I see a dark red colour deepening her already tanned skin, her eyes turning towards the floor, winging her hands at this sudden remark.
“We thought it would be a nice idea if we brought our own Faun to his concert. And Firenza just told me your member isn’t that much smaller. I’m so glad I kissed you this morning”
Giggling she plants a kiss on my cheek and then lets herself drop on the couch, leaning back as she arches her back, pointing her tightly covered chest at me. I am startled, feeling uneasy, the music of the faun and the willing offering of the women on the stage, has unleashed another burst of lust, my loins now roaring with excitement. In the presence of three young women, all seeming eager to explore their sexuality as I see signs of excitement in all three. My mind is racing, the alley, I need to find the alley. I must’n be distracted. But as I fight to get my urges under control, I feel a tall body come up behind me, wandering hands sliding over my sides to my stomach and chest, pushing in from behind, inching me towards the couch. Dina extending her hands, grabbing mine and pulling me down next to her, The girl behind me stumbling and landing in my lap as I turn to sit down. Natalya smiles, then turns and walks away. A few moments later she returns with a jug of wine and 4 cups. As Firenza wriggles in my lap, finding her place as she wraps her long slender arms around me, Dina places my right arm around her shoulder, pushing her soft, perky breasts against my side as her lips find my neck. At the same time, I feel the lips of Firenza touch the other side of my neck, her breasts pressing into my chest as she bends down for the kiss.
Natalya puts the mugs on the sidetable, bending down with her back turned towards me, the fabric of her dress tautly stretched around her firm buttocks. The hem creeping up, exposing her soft skin of her thighs, almost exposing her laced panties. She offers all of us a cup and I feel 4 lips leave my neck, the warmth of our touching bodies released into the air. As I have one arm around Dina and the other cradling Firenza, Natalya takes my cup and brings it to my lips, offering me a sip of the light, almost cherry red wine. I take a sip and the mug is pulled back and replaced by two full, soft lips and a wet tongue, pressed against and through my lips, entering my mouth and searching for my tongue. I gasp for air for a moment, surprised by this sudden intrusion, then the sweetness of the wine and the sensual feeling of her tongue roaming my mouth. I close my eyes and kiss her back, finding her tongue and enticing it into a slow, erotic dance. Hands start sliding down my body, buttons opened, vest taken off, then my arms lifted and the kiss shortly broken, my shirt taken off by nimble hands. Soft fabric touching my naked chest as a warm bosom is pressed against it, two hard nipples piercing my flesh. My mouth opens and again her warm, wet tongue slides inside, her lips sucking to mine. Hands in my lap, pulling on my belt as other hands quickly take of my shoes. My pants pulled down quick and easy as Natalya stands up and releases my mouth. As she steps from between my legs, she puts her hand on my shoulder and pushes me backwards, making me lay down on my back as my pants are taken from me. Naked and with a rock hard cock I lay on the couch, the three girls standing in front of me, their glistening eyes locked on my crotch.
Dina is the first one to move and she climbs on the sofa, crawling towards me as her dress rides up her hips. Her mouth finds my chest and her tongue twirls around my nipples, before tracing my neck and chin, finding my lips and plunging her tongue in my mouth. Eagerly she starts kissing me, her tongue darting in and out, flirting, seducing me to follow her, her hands caressing my face and her fingers running through my hair. Natalya then lays down beside me, kissing and sucking on my earlobe as her hands run across my chest and stomach, following the lines of my body, finding my thighs and teasing them with ther nails. I’m panting, overwhelmed with all these hands on me, then a sudden gasp, breathing into Dina’s mouth as I feel a hand grab my cock. Firenza sits besides me as she wraps her long fingers around my shaft. Moving it around, looking at it from all angles, playing with it, pulling the foreskin down to expose my engorged crown. Then finding a rythm as she slowly starts stroking it, her hand sliding from the tip to the base, my shaft twitching in her hand as it grows to full erection. Her eyes glimpsing mine occasionally as she alternates the speed of her strokes, the tightness of her fingers around my shaft, testing what I like most. Then she slows down, pulling the foreskin down as far as it will go and bend forward. I feel her hot breath against the tip before i feel the soft touch of her lips on my cock. A soft kiss, a lick and then her mouth around it, sliding down as she takes my cock in her mouth.
I gasp for air as Dina releases my tongue and mouth, her face just inches above me, her eyes locked with mine. Natalya raises herself as well and plants a kiss on Dina’s cheek, her hand sliding to her body, across my chest, a sign of wanting attention. As I feel Firenza’s lips touch the base of my cock, the tip deep down her throat. I watch Dina move towards Natalya and slide her tongue in her mouth as they kiss passionately. My last struggle against my desire dying with Firenza’s hands cupping my balls as she sucks hard on my cock, her head retreating, sliding my cock slowly out. I moan loud as I feel her head pushing down again, taking my cock all the way, clenching on the head with her throat. My mind a blank now, my lust taking over, racing through my body, culminating in my loins..
@ Sunny Why the pout? (and *kiss*, for that happens when you pout around me..)
As I walk down the stairs, the stench of sweat and coal, cloved tobacco and beer coming up the stairs in heavy waves. I find the table empty I had sat at before. The tavern has filled with people, apprentices, black smiths and merchants, since my meeting with Manu. I sit myself down and a few minutes later the tavern girl arrives. Her smile big, her dark eyes sparkling with lust and afterglow, she leans in especially far, showing me her hardened nipples as she talks to me in her hoarsely voice.
“You can find Delniz in the street east of the fishmarket. Go to the harbor, the smell will tell you its direction. Just look for the tin violin on the facade”
“Thank you. I’d like some strong red wine and the fish”
A surprised look with my coarse answer, she turns and swings her hair around as she pouts her mouth in disappointment. I’ll seduce her for info, but other than that, I have no need for her. I can’t allow myself to let her get too close to me. My secrecy still the underlaying bases for the succes of my quest. Soon the first jug of red wine is brough to my table, the girl trying to catch my eyes, but as I am staring at the hearth not too far from me, she pours a cup of wine and leaves. I quickly empty the cup and fill it up once more. Before the fish is brought, the jug is empty and I ask for another one. When I feel a light buzz run through my veins, I get up and go to the outhouse, emptying my stomach from the wine.
When I come back, a second jug of wine and a platter of fish is waiting for me. Eagerly I attack the food, hungry from the lust that arose in me, drained by the emotional clash that resulted from it, the implications of my quest racing through my head. With my foot I move a spittoon under my seat as I sit down, a good container to deposit my wine into, undiscovered until the last guests have left the tavern for the night. As I eat and pretend to drink, I have a 3rd and 4th jug of wine brought. As the wine is brought, I let my shoulders sink and rest my arm on my elbow on the table, holding my head in my hand. With slurred speech I answer the girl as she asks me if I need anything. Trying to perfect my role of having too much to drink, after the fourth jug, I stand up, stumbling and grabbing the table to keep myself upright.
As I almost keel over, the girl runs up to me and catches me, taking my arm and guiding me to the stairs. As I stumble up, she holds my arm tight, pressing her body against my side, feeling her soft breasts and still or again erect nipples against my arm. Feeling a slight buzz from the wine I had to swallow, her soft and willing body against mine makes the butterflies in my loins start fluttering again. Yet the pressing matter of my plans for the night, does not leave me room to release my desire, so I ignore the fluttering and step inside the room, collapsing on the bed as the girl covers me with a sheet. She bends down, lays her hand on my crotch, presses her soft upper chest against mine and kisses me, whispering in my ear “sweet dreams, my lord” before she leaves the room. The soft click, her footsteps down the stairs, mixing in with the other sounds coming from the tavern downstairs.
A few more minutes I wait before I sit up straight and open my eyes. I let them adjust to the darkness in the room for a few seconds before I get out of bed and walk towards the window. As I opened it earlier today, I noticed the slight squeak, dropping a bit of grease onto the hinge before going down to have dinner, it should open without a noise. I push the window open and the balmy evening breeze, the salt from the ocean mixing in with the scents of the city, fills my nostrils. I take a deep breath and nimbly climb out the window, staying in the shadows of the building, the almost full moon casting its rays of pale light down onto the city. The main streets are filled with people, yet the back alleys are left to the cats and the ones hiding in the shadows. I caught a rumor of a Lycan in the city yet not a lot of information has gotten to me. Maybe his existance is being repressed by the authorities, not wanting a shadow cast on the coming festival. I’ll take his presence into account, but expecting not to cross paths.
I quietly slide down the roof, roll over the edge and land on my feet without making a sound in the alley behind the tavern. I planned my route carefully, knowing each alley and shortcut to the residence of the Prefect, going through each step in my head while having my food. I turn to the west, knowing the moon will not rise above me for a few more hours, I carefully make my way to the residence. Going from doorpost to doorpost, surprising the feeding rats as I creep through the alleys and courtyards, the walls of the estate suddenly sharply defined as the smooth edges are lighted by the moon. Quickly I climb a small warehouse, hiding behind the chimney as I let my eyes run along the wall, finding the small back entrance, the door hidden in folds of stone. Dampened voices reach my ears as two guards discuss the practice match of the Mercator’s Ludus team.
As I follow the edge of the wall. I notice a few trees peeking out and looking over the rim, suggesting a garden and a possible way of entrance. A hundred feet behind the wall, I see the outline of the master house, high peaked towers and minarets reaching into the sky. I look around, trying to find a building higher as the wall, but noticing them all at least 10 feet lower. The house of Mercator understands how to control their surroundings to stay safe. I must think carefully about entering and leaving. A precaution like this points to vigilance and a smart insight into defending a current position. Quietly I climb down the warehouse and cross the street, taking advantage of some clouds cloaking the moon, casting dark shadows to hide my dash. I press myself into a small corner, knowing I can be spotted easily when the moon reappears from the clouds, finding a cart closer to the back entrance. I hide myself as the voices of the two guards become clearer. I listen a few minutes to their conversation, finding out they are good friends are looking forward to their night off, planning to go the central square for some food, wine and a lot of girls.
Going through my options in my mind, I know I have to look at one more place before I can return to the tavern, the small alley leading to the city walls in the south, the only road not leading towards the central square. But from the map I could not see any intersections with other roads or alleys, wondering how to enter the alley without having to track back to the wall. As I hear the guards move away from me, walking towards a noise they heard, I sprint off, away from the cart, dashing around the corner of an nearby building. I look back with a quick nodd of my head, just moving my eyes beyond the stone wall, finding the guards laughing and pointing at a rat, scurrying away. I guess not a lot happens at the back entrance, yet their vigilance stands out. That might be their weak point. As I go through the map in my head, from this alley I have to walk to the south-west, and then either turn left or right into the street parallel to the hidden alley. Maybe I can find a small entrance or a forgotten or new alley, not drawn into the map.
I walk to the end of the alley, reaching a wider road, running in a semi circle from the south gates towards the central square, opening up the outer quarters of Libidinis. I decide to turn right, moving closer to the residence. The street is littered with small stores and workshops, taverns and warehouses. As I start walking down the street, small groups of people pass me by, couples holding hands and looking into eachother’s eyes, leaving me unnoticed. A few hundred feet from where I am, a small line starts to form in front of the entrance of what looks like a large, low warehouse. I cross the street, to avoid the attention of the people standing in line, wondering what could be inside to draw such a crowd. As I come closer, I notice the majority are women, the sound of a flute coming from inside as I approached the large, double doors, opened wide as an invitation. Suddenly I hear a voice cry out:”Hey, I kissed you this morning! Hey, stranger!”
Before I can hide myself or ignore the outcry, the young girl I bumped into this morning walks up to me, two friends following her close behind. All three with gorgeus, almost black hair, long enough to touch their lower backs. Eyes black as coal, glistening in the light of the moon, red lips and clothing that seems very provocative. All three wearing short, wide dresses, their breasts and buttocks barely covered and the excitement of the evening making their nipples perky. She walks up to me and wraps her arms around my neck, pushes her body against mine and pouts her lips. A soft kiss lands on my mouth before she lets go. Then the girl standing next to her does the same, slides her arms around my neck and kisses me softly. Then the third girl steps closer to me, her friends pushing her in her back until she bumps her slender frame against my body. Her arms reluctantly slide around my neck and she kisses me. Her lips linger on mine for a moment, before she grabs me tight, opens her mouth and pushes her tongue through my lips for a passionate kiss. All this happening in a few seconds, taking me by surprise and leaving me helpless to do anything against it. As the third girl lets go of me, a string of saliva trailing between our lips, the other girls grab my hands and start pulling me towards the warehouse.
The closer we get, the louder the flute-music gets and I notice a change in the eyes of the girls. Not able to tear myself away from these three, I see a glaze start to come up in their expression and their cheeks flushing, nipples hardening. As we step inside and my eyes get used to the obscure light in the warehouse, I see a Faun in the back of the hall, half resting on a lounge sofa, playing his flute. At his feet and around the sofa, women have gathered and are swaying with the endless and mesmorising melody emerging from the slender flute the Faun plays so convincingly. As he intensifies the rythm and melody, painting a picture of eroticism with the notes and timbre, the women at his feet start touching him. Hands sliding all over his body, touching every inch of his furr-covered legs, the smooth skin of his chest and the enormeous, throbbing cock standing proud from the attention. Suddenly one of the women rises, pulls her already short skirt over her hips, revealing her damp sex and turning her back towards the faun. As he adjusts his body, she slowly sits down, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it to her entrance. She cries out as she feels herself stretched wide, the tip of his dick entering her before she thrusts down on him with her body, pumping his cock inside her with a single, fluent movement…
Assuming our fantasy world is sphere-shaped, as it has a rising sun and moon, where is the city of Libidinis located? Northern hemisphere, or southern? Or is it near the equator? I'm asking for a minor detail in my story, wanting to know in which sky the moon rises and where it sets. Does anyone have any astrological knowledge?
Also it will have it's influence on warmth and humidity in the city..I think it would be a great addition if you could stay 'out of the spotlights' when you log on. Either to work on your avi or to talk with friends, without others being able to approach you in chat or by invites. So, besides the red, yellow and gree, maybe they could add purple or pink to signify “I'm busy”…
April 2, 2011 at 9:58 am in reply to: A little protest. Can’t use Mistress Outfit as Sex Clothes!! NOW RESOLVED. #42208@ PseRamesses It's a first to hear they actually offered to buy it back… Might give the opportunity to other disappointed users to ask for money back…
@ Sunny No tan lines at all? 😮 I end up with a big white butt at the end of summer… well, and white front as well…
@ Adera &PseRamesses There's translation programs everywhere.. for the ones that are really curious… I can more or less grasp the meaning of the sentences you two write
@Adera I'd love for you to nurse me. Wether my cold disappears or not, I know I will feel a lot better
Too bad I have my face covered in hankies at the moment. Having a bad, bad cold… Can't breath, let alone smell!! I love spring and infant's colds…
March 31, 2011 at 3:54 pm in reply to: MF. Pose Reviews. 52. Slow Dance. Clothed & 105. Slow Dance. Sex Clothing #49139Maybe in a way the developers approached the game as a porn movie, where a cut could lead to such an abrupt change of movement and such suprising starting points in the poses.
Yet, the more the game developes, the more people are asking for and expecting more natural transistion from pose to pose. More life-like if you will.. Maybe it would be a suggestion of the development team would adept the older poses to a more natural thing, adding them one by one with each new update? -
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