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March 23, 2011 at 10:55 pm in reply to: MF. Pose Reviews. 52. Slow Dance. Clothed & 105. Slow Dance. Sex Clothing #49091
@ Adera… wishful thinking coming true!! Hope you'll like it as much as the hetset does!
I lost my viginity when I was 15 years old. A ritual in a deep dungeon in the crypts of the monastery. Overseen by my supervisors, I was stripped naked and bound to a cold stone table. A woman was led in, naked, her youth left her body ages ago. As the potion stimulated my manhood to full erection, she straddled me without a word, grabbed my cock and led it inside her. Within seconds after she lowered herself on top of me, I shivered and moaned as I squirted my cum inside of her. As I caught my breath, she simply stood up, cleaned her sex with her fingers, depositing my cream on the floor with a quick flick of her hand. Regarded taking me as a task like cleaning the tables after supper. Without a word I was untied as the woman disappeared, and washed down with cold water. Ever since that day, I only masturbated to fulfill my physical need.
Yet something had changed, I realised it as I got out of the bath and dried myself off, carefully dressing myself, automatically falling back into my training and leaving no trace other than the dirt in the bathwater. A sorceror might make something of the merkiness swirving around in the tub, but this would be discareded in the sewer and never to be seen again. The lust in the eyes of the woman, similar to the lust in the eyes of the girl in the stream. Yet she masturbated, something I could understand. This woman plunged herself on my manhood as if it was the only existing thing in the world. And as I came inside of her, her body trembling and shaking, the girl engulved in her own peak, the connection made between my physical and mental need became unbreakable.
Tasting the sweet bliss of orgasm, climaxing inside a woman, sharing intimacy, something I had never experienced before, shaking my foundations. Confused as I am, my body strangely relaxed, I lay down on the bed as my mind falls to ponder. The implications of the experiences I just went through racing through my mind. Understanding why the Brotherhood demands celibacy while residing in the monastery. Finding the lure of sexuality too distracting, interfering with a straight mind for the assignment to be fulfilled. Therefor banned. My training was rigorous, endless repeating of tantra’s, floggings when I made a single mistake. All I have to do is close my eyes and the toneless rythm of the words flow through my mind. Yet now I feel unstable, my training did not prepare me for the lust and passion I felt as I made love to the girl.
I submerge myself in the tantra’s, repeating them to myself in a soft murmor, my eyes closed as I rest my head on the thin pillow. As the rythm of the chants settles my brain, I feel my calmness return, the grip of control over mind and body slowly growing stronger as my loins settle down and the images of the girl fade into a blurr. I slip into a meditative state, emptying my mind from all images and emotions, finding focuss as I concentrate on my breathing. Without noticing hours slip by, while a small part of my cognitive mind is kept open for the sounds of the tavern to seep in. A few visitors coming and leaving. Then the sound of a blackbird rolls through the alley, a sound not fitting to this city. I open my eyes, dropping the sheen of meditation, fully aware of my surroundings at once. I focus my ears, tuning into the song of the bird, recognising the song to be human, whistled by a skilled Ranger, almost impossible to distinguish from the real bird, but still human. He’s here..
As soon as I realise my contact will arrive, I jump from the bed and leave the room. Quickly I move down the stairs and find the same table as where I had my stew. I sit down, finding the eyes of the girl behind the bar for a second, her broad smile directed at me, before I pull the hood down over my eyes and focus on the door. A few minutes later the door is eased open, leaving just enough room for a shadow to slip in. His clothing similar to mine, tight woolen pants, cotton shirt and a thick leather vest, sturdy leather boots, a hood p[ulled down over his eyes. Steelblue eyes inspect the room, resting in mine as our view meets. Flexible as mountainlion the figure swiftly moves to the niche and sits down besides me, hiding his face from the room as he turns his eyes to me.”Praedator Umbra, Shadowprowler will be your name. Umbra is what you will be called”. His voice low and soft, whispering in my ear as he reveales my name to me.
Shadowprowler.. an ominous name, but my name from now on. Umbra.. A name common as others, as most people have forgotten the old language the name originated from. It will be a good name to use. Praedator Umbra, from now on my name. From now on a full agent to the Brotherhood. Slightly trembling my new name roams through my mind, suddenly mixing in with the thoughts of the girl plunging herself down on my manhood. A twitch in my shoulders, catching the eye of my contact. “I am Manu Occidit, Handkiller, this will be the only time we meet. Follow the instructions on the scroll.” His hand moves under the table and I feel something hard poking against my knee. I slide my hand under the table and a roll of paper is pushed between my fingers. The sealing-wax hard, the sign of the Brotherhood imprinted in it as it keeps the scroll closed from unwanted looks. “Take this to your room and burn it when you have read it. This is the only time we meet. Fulfill your mission or die”. With an abrupt motion he pushes himself away from the table, stands up and glides through the room. Within the blink of an eye he is outside and disappeared, from view and memory.
Slowly I stand up, hiding the scroll inside my vest in the shadows, and return to my room. Ignoring the batting eyelashes of the girl behind the bar, I walk up the stairs and lock the door behind me. I close the shutters of the window and light a candle as the room is darkened. I break the seal and roll out the paper.
“Comes of Mercator, son of the prefect”
“Meet Delniz 3 nights before the solstice”
The message short, the mission clear. Comes, son of Signis and Lydia of the house Mercator, prefect to the city of Libidinis will die. The name so familiar as I studied the houses of this realm. A rich house, made its fortune from overseas trade, prefectors of Libidinis for centuries. A powerful house with connections to most of the houses in this part of the world. A dangerous assignment, the consequences could be grave. The meddling of the Brotherhood must not be known. I will have to be very careful when finding information about Comes. I have to scout, tonight. And I need to find Delniz, for I am to meet him tomorrow. I hold the paper to the candle and watch as it bursts into flames, then crumbles into ashes on the side table.
March 23, 2011 at 1:51 am in reply to: Game Idea. Real gifting. Cuddly Toys, Flowers and other items #48944@ Sunny I kow how to shoot.. both a gun as well as…
Am told I'm a pretty good shot. But guns not very common in holland…Let's make this the biggest offensive to get a BETTER AChat experience.
I'm changing my banner to: “A-team, I want better clothing!” and Iwill keep it that way until the create something nice…
Thanks for the support guys!March 22, 2011 at 11:33 pm in reply to: Game Idea. Real gifting. Cuddly Toys, Flowers and other items #48942@ Sunny Is that a challenge?
March 22, 2011 at 10:59 pm in reply to: MF. Pose Reviews. 52. Slow Dance. Clothed & 105. Slow Dance. Sex Clothing #49089@ Alstott Very right, all we need is the pose.. Counting on wednesday..
@ Sunny *kiss*
@ Adera, I'll be happy with any place in your dance book… I'll be a patient gentleman…
@ Chris Hey dude, we need all the support we can get!Haha Janine… Well, Libidinis is Pandorra's box for a Ranger.. But there is a first time for everything. Maybe this Ranger will return…
March 22, 2011 at 11:01 am in reply to: MF. Pose Reviews. 52. Slow Dance. Clothed & 105. Slow Dance. Sex Clothing #49084@ Adera Ah, bubblin'… mmmm
so please, A-team…
KILT
TUX
SUIT
COWBOY HAT & BOOTS
LEATHER VEST AND CHAPSMarch 22, 2011 at 12:06 am in reply to: MF. Pose Reviews. 52. Slow Dance. Clothed & 105. Slow Dance. Sex Clothing #49082@ Adera Well, can I have your first dance? Will be happy with 2nd, 3rd or 4th too
For me all the stories are very well written. Once I start reading, I can't stop. Each viewpoint different, each story following a differet path. As Janine stated before and I will repeat, I love it that all characters act on the same stage, unclear if and when they will meet (at all).
This will be my longest story, and seen the length of the stries you guys are writing, this is turning into a book, rather than a short sotry, written by different authors. Finding the quality of the stories very high.
I find myself working on my own story almost every waking hour. Finding new twists to the plot, expanding the background on the characters that I am inventing. Putting down notes whenever I think of something new I want to try and brade into the story. Though it is my first story in a setting like this, I am loving it!!!
And Adera, since the Ranger is losing his footing as his training is crumbling away, the chances that he will meet a pixie, is growing every day@ Alstott Not a bad idea. But let's include Sunny's cowboy hat. She gave it a good shot at posting, asking for it almost every day…
With every stroke of her hands, my vigilance is pushed away further, until I slip into a continuous stream of images of my beloved forests around the monastery. The woods I have wandered so often, knowing each trail, cave and hollow tree. So deeply emerged in my reverie, I hardly notice her hands sliding over my chest and down to my stomach while her breath warms the back of my neck. A wave of lust suddenly rips through my body as I am suddenly awoken from my daydream. Her hand found my cock and with a firm grip she pulls the foreskin down, exposing the bright red tip, throbbing and engorged with blood. Immediatly my cock reacts, twitching and twisting, filling with blood as her mouth finds my ear.
Her lips suck on my earlobe as she slowly starts stroking my hard cock, her long, slender fingers barely touching as she wraps her hand around the base of my cock, squeezing hard as her other hand grabs my cock just below the tip. Moaning involuntarily I push my hips forward, through her hands, feeling her fingers slide down the lentgh of my shaft, slippery with soap. She lets out a silent gasp, breathing her hot breath into the shell of my ear as she releases the base of my cock and slowly starts stroking my shaft. Her nimble hand moving up and down, twisting, stroking, rubbing my foreskin over the tip as precum starts oozing out.
One hand disappears, and suddenly her voice changes, moans and gasps almost silent leave her throat, breathing into my ear. Secons later i feel her fingertips push against my lips, moist, scented with her juices. As she pushes one finger between my lips, introducing her taste to my tongue and nose, her other hand slides down further, cupping my hard balls, slowly squeezing and feeling them, a delighted sigh as she notices their fullness. Without warning she stands up, leaving my cock twitching on my stomach, my ear wet and cold. I hear the rustling of clothes, two thumps as she tosses her shoes in a corner. Her hands tying her long hair into a bundle on her head as she steps completely naked into my view,
Her long legs slightly parted, showing her sex, droplets of her nectar glistening in the few rays of sunlight falling in through the window. Her chest heaving, lifting her firm, full breasts, her nipples perky and engorged, her eyes dreamy, fixed on my manhood. She places her hands on either side of the tub, her upper body leaning in, her gorgeous breasts only inches away from my face as she steps into the tub. She moves her feet up next to my hips and slowly starts to bend her knees. My hands automatically sliding to her hips as I stare between her legs. Her smoothly shaven sex, not a single hair left, pink and slightly opened. One hand releasing the tub and moving towards my cock. In slow motion i see her hand grab my shaft and bring it up to her burning centre. I can feel her heat on the crown before she pushes it against her lips, pushing her body down and opening them ever so slowly to let the tip slide in.
As soon as I feel her smooth insides clench around the tip of my cock, I cry out and try to push her body down on me, all cognitive thoughts feeing from my mind, acting based on instinct only. She tenses her legs, keeping me from sliding in more than an inch, swaying her hips from left to right as she releases my hands from her body and brings them to her chest. I take her breasts in my hands carefully, putting my thumb and indexfinger around her nipples and squeeze, pushing her nipples out before releasing. As I release, I feel her body sink down further on my cock, my shaft half way inside her now. Both her hands on my shoulers, her chest heaving while I gently massage and rub her breasts, pushing them into her chest, rolling them around, tugging on them gently. I take both her nipples between my fingers and roll tweak them, pinch them and pull on them, hearing her voice cry out shrieks of pleasure.
As she closes her eyes, I feel her push her body down on me, taking the whole length of my shaft inside her, pushing her body against mine as she holds for a moment. Feeling her insides adjust to my size, convulsing and rippling around my shaft, I move my fae towards her chest, lifting her breasts and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. Her hands pulling my face harder against her, my mouth sucking in as much of her breast as I can hold while my tongue circles around her nipple. I can feel her hips start to turn and twitch, whisking my cock inside her without taking it out. Her warm nectar engulving my throbbing shaft, her tight, clenching sex massaging my cock inside of her.
Knowing what she wants, she releases one hand from her breasts and pushes it between her legs, Her opened lips exposing her hard button, my fingertips finding it and gently pinching, rubbing, circling. As the water is slowly washing over my stomach while she circles my cock with her body, my fingers get wet and slippery and I gently start to pinch her clit. A continuous stream of moans start flowing from her mouth as I start to move my fingers faster over and around her clit. Her body starting to move faster, my teeth now grazing her nipples. I feel her nails sink into the skin of my neck as she starts to gasp. Feeling her lose control of her body, I start to buck my hips against her, sliding my shaft in and out of here while she circles around it. Thrusting deeper and harder, panting as I feel pressure build up in my loins. My mind occupied with one thing only, the waves of orgasm announcing themselves as my body starts to shiver and my moans turn to grunts. I open my eyes, finding her staring at me with an intense, concentrated look. Replacing my fingers with my thumb, I frantically start rubbing her clit while my cock is pounding inside her. Water splashing as our bodies collide forcefully, mixed in with the sound of moans and grunts, creating a symphony of sex in the bath chamber.
With a primal cry I suddenly feel myself explode. A floodwave of pleasure racing through my body, intensifying my thrusts momentarily, bouncing her body up and down my cock. Her sex clenching tightly around me as she freezes, her own orgasm overtaking her body, making her spasm and tremble on top of my cock, a long stretched, high pitched moan leaving her lips as I ravish her body. My cum, released and propelled forward by the intense pressure in my loins, shoots inside her body in heavy gushes, mixing with the flow of juices released during her climax. As our bodies bump into eachother uncontrollably, our mixed juices drizzle into the bath, diluting as our love making violently stirs the water.
Then she sits up straight, clenches her buttocks and grips my cock hard with her insides. Teasingly slowly she starts to move her body up, queezing my cock as it slowly slides out of her. As the tip leaves her entrance, a trail of our cum glistens in the light. A handful of water splashes against her sex and our cum is washed off. Without a word she steps out of the bath and quickly dries herself before stepping into her attire. “Your bath is ready, my lord. Please call me if I can be of more assistance to you”. With a wink and a smile she steps through the door, leaving me behind, satisfied but slowly getting a grip back on reality. Suddenly the water feels cold and the ominous realization of what just happened slows starts to seep in..
My eyes keep drifting off towards the bar, where the girl is standing, washing mugs and cleaning up a bit. Unconsciously I keep seeking her eyes and each time I carefully look, they are directed at me and her mouth twists into a smile when she catches me glancing her. In an unguarded moment, my eyes slide down her body, her profile just visible besides the bar, the light of fire in the hearth playing across her face, showing her etched bone structure, her skin tightly pulled over her face, pronouncng her beautiful features, her dark eyes sparkling with delight.
I clean the plate with a piece of bread, I notice her watching me as I suck the last drops of gravy from my fingertips. With swaying hips she starts to move to my table, her skirt seems to have become shorter, showing more of her strong, athletic legs. “I hope your meal was to your liking my lord?” Askingly, with a big smile around her lips she looks at me. The she bends down, showing her full breasts, her cleavage only covering her nipples and the underside of her fullness. As she gathers the plate and spoon, her breasts swing from left to right. Losely covered by her corset, yet nothing supporting their magnificent breasts. My eyes get locked on the sight, my face flushes as I notice the stirring in my loins.
How did this happen? I always devoted myself to the training, not wanting to disappoint the supervisors at the monastery. It had been easy to ignore the femininity of the servants there, yet they were instructed to not give the slightest sign of sexuality or sensuality. Dressed in plain, grey gowns, their faces almost covered with a cloth, they were as attractive as a rock on a slope. Yet the girls in the city were very different. My two encounters, drowning in depthless eyes, young, firm bodies, ready for physical attention, free and frivolous, almost enlightened in their care-free approach of sex.. I heard the stories before I left the monastery, remembered all the warnings the suprvisors gave me, yet the stirring in my loins undeniable, my training slowly fading away.
“Is there anything my lord wishes? Anything?” A seductive smile on her face, a naughty twinkle in her eyes as I raise my head and stare at her, tearing my eyes off her cleavage. My cock swelling, pushing against the underside of the table as pictures of her naked breasts flash before my eyes, driving off the last resistance, the last memory of celibacy. Stuttering I answer. “I’ll retreat to my room for a while, though I wish for a bath”. Needing a bath, yet the words coming from my lips before I can stop myself. “Yes my lord, I will come for you when the bath is ready”. She winks again before she turns and takes the dirty dishes to the kitchen.
I get up from the table, pulling my heavy leather vest down as far as it will go to hide my throbbing cock, causing my pants to bulge. The light dimmed in the main room of the tavern, only the eyes of an owl would distinguish my excitement. I walk up the stairs to my room and look out the window for a while, combining the view with the outlay of the city I memorised from the map. This alley is connected to a wider road, which will lead directly to the harbor, a possible route to escape if anyone should try and find me here.
A knock on the door, as I open the girl is wating for me. “Your bath, my lord. Please, follow me”. She walks across the landing and opens a door, stepping into a room at the front of the tavern. The room filled with steam, a brass bath sitting in the middle, the graceful legs hugging a big, oval shaped bowl. The scent of roses filling my nose, towles on a side table, a little planchet with oils and bath salts hanging on the wall near the tub. I follow the girl, standing at the door, waiting for her to leave the room. She looks at me with asking eyes. “Will you bathe in your clothes, my lord? You will have to undress if you’d like to take your bath now”. Appareantly she notices my confusion in my face, something I normally hide naturally, keeping it plain and expressionless. “You requested a bath, my lord. I am here to wash you”.
I nod and hesitantly start to take of my clothes. Expecting to bathe on my own, I am painfully aware of my hardness and start turning as I slide my pants down my legs, hiding my excitement from her curious eyes. Yet, no possible way to get into the inviting water without her seeing my hard cock, as she stands at the foot of the bath, her arms crossed, her fingertips impatiantly tapping a rythm on her arm. Setting my awareness aside, I turn and step towards the bath. As I raise my leg to step into the water, a muffled shriek comes from her lips as her eyes find my erected manhood. The flicker in her eyes as well as her curling lips show her approvement of my cock.
I slide into the steaming hot water, getting my face and hair wet before leaning back against the wall of the tub. The tub shallow, my legs only just covered with warm water, my cock laying exposed on my stomach, surrounded by bubbles and foam. Her hand sliding along the edge of the bath as she moves towards my face, standing behind me and getting a bottle from the planchet. Soon I feel her fingers starting to massage a sweet scented moisture in my hair, washing it carefully while relaxing the skin on my head. I close my eyes with the pleasuring feeling, drifting off in a day dream. I hear the clink of bottles put down and taken from the planchet, then her hands on my neck and shoulders, kneeding and rubbing the tense muscles, still trying to relax myself. Tention usually culminating in the thick bundles of strength between my arms and neck, her skilled hands easing the stress out of them
March 20, 2011 at 10:09 pm in reply to: MF. Pose Reviews. 52. Slow Dance. Clothed & 105. Slow Dance. Sex Clothing #49074I have to warn you… pout around me and be sure to get kissed..
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