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Why not ban gifting money and replace it completely with items from the shop… Both way-gifting made possible and I think the majority of users would be very happy.
But gifting the main reason for guys spending money (once you bought all poses, what else is there to spend money on. Clothing? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA), so a big source of income for them.
Though I am fairly certain they would generate more income or at least not much less if they made items from the shop available for gifting. As Bear suggested, a filter would be good to check for double items. Or they could make trading at the shop possible.. Since no dress or pants will ever be second hand…
@ Sunny & Adera Still waiting for the striptease on the table… Or were those just words… : 🙂
March 18, 2011 at 2:21 pm in reply to: MF. Pose Reviews. 52. Slow Dance. Clothed & 105. Slow Dance. Sex Clothing #49068@ Sunny Had to take some time off. Not fond of horses and a wild mare scared me off a little
But getting back into the sadle… Asking me for a dance? Yes please… https://funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php/topic,947.0.html
here you go Sunny.. not too far away
As my character is sent by a political power, the bortherhood not a secret society, but active in daily and political life, the land torn up into little city-states and kigdoms sounds perfect. The city I was hoping to become a centre of business and trade, wehere all people and cultures meet, collide both passionately as sometimes cruelly.
A coastal city seems to meet all those wishes, so I am more than happy if it developes that way..ooc stand for Out Of Character.. Had to look it up myself. I think anything that doesn't belong in the story, but is worthy discussing or sharing.. additional story lines I assume.. Maybe backgrounds etc..
March 17, 2011 at 3:20 pm in reply to: MF. Pose Reviews. 52. Slow Dance. Clothed & 105. Slow Dance. Sex Clothing #49058WOW
I LOVE this new pose…Had a quick spin with Robot Girl. Thought through… As far as I am concerned, the quality of poses is getting better. Finding things that we asked for, which is great! Good job A-team.. (did Hannibal land?;D). From my view, these are the actions:
Small kiss (lips to lips)
Passionate kiss (bending the girl down)
Grab butt I (put left hand on her butt)
Grab butt II (put right hands on her butt)
Grab butt III (grab her butt, she places her hands on yours)
Bend arm (brings your extended arm in closer)
Kiss hand (obvious)
Dance fun (bend her backwards)
Kiss neck (duh..)intimate, sweet, sensual… With the right music… ;D
Her breasts just above the water, her mouth half opened, her eyes looking at the sky as she floats on her back. Unaware of her spectator, she stand up, the water low and just covering her legs up to her knees, and starts washing herself. A soft, white cloth, held by slender fingers, sliding over her body. Caressing and gently washing her skin, starting at her face and neck, sliding over her breasts and stomach, then down her long, strong legs. She moves her hand up the back of her legs, then sliding over her round, firm butt. As she moves her hand to her front, she spreads her legs a little, sliding the cloth between her thighs and over her sex.
As she moves her hand, she closes her eyes and relaxes. Then she suddenyl drops the cloth, her not taking action to catch it before the creek takes it out of reach. Instead her hand is pushed harder against her sex and a soft moan comes from her lips. I move in closer, hiding behind the huge trunk of the willow, watching her from the front. I can see her finger move over her clit, twirling around it, rubbing fast and hard. Her hand curving and bending, pushing a finger inside her, keeping the same tempo as her finger rubbing her clit.Her moans turning into gasps as she nears her climax. Her thighs trembling, her feet struggling to keep their hold on the slippery stones in the creek. Then she clenches her legs, catching her hand between her thighs as a high pitched scream leaves her throat. Her head leaning back, releasing her outing of pleasure into the world. Her body frozen as the waves of her orgasm turn into ripples then slowly subside.
She opens her eyes and looks around dazed. Her view glary, not fully returned to the present yet, she slowly starts moving towards her clothes, sucking on her finger before she rinces her hand clean in the clear water. She dries herself off quickly before rushing to put her clothes on. Shivering with cold and the after glow of her pleasure, she hops onto the bank and swiftly disappears between the trees.
Her presence and body already aroused me, her pleasuring planting an unbearable seed of lust in my head, growing quickly into a thought-entangling twine. Knowing it will be impossible to get the girl out of my mind before release, I slide my hand in my pants and grab my cock. My thoughts drawn automatically to the scene I just witnessed, I close my eyes and dive deep into it. Forming myself into her hand as she plays with her clit and wet centre.
Within seconds I find bliss and I let my orgasm rip through my body as I deposit my warm seed in the rushing water of the creek. Biting my jaws down, I force myself to keep quiet, allowing my mind to absorb the fullness of my climax. A slight shiver through my legs before I return the iron grip on my mind and body and close my pants, before focussing and returning to my camp. Five minutes later nothing would ever tell someone had spent the night under the magnificent oak. In my mind I find the city in the distance, focussing, smelling the first smell of the streets in the distance. I disappear between the trees, moving towards the edge of the forest..
With a twitch, my body translating the threatening scene in the dream, into an uncontrolled sharp movement, I suddenly wake up. The nightmare familiar, haunting my subconscious for months now, setting me on my journey towards the city. An undertaking starting months ago, now nearing the end as I can feel the presence of the city on my skin.
As I walked the woods, the hills and fields to my destination, carving small statues on the way, selling them to get the necessary supplies, hundreds of miles passed beneath my feet. The destination always clear, the way to get there under subject of choice, as the brotherhood ordered me to stay hidden, my travels a secret.
Born destined to become a Ranger, sent to the monastery at the age of 5, I was trained in the skills of an assasin and a forestwalker. Knowing all living plants, trees and animals in this part of the world, having intimate knowledge of sleight and silent ways to kill, I was educated to be a scholar, as well as trained in celibacy. Intimate relations not forbidden but discouraged, since Rangers can not have ties keeping them in one place or occupying their minds.
Sent by the brotherhood, feeling their order as a constant pressure, pushing me forwards. An unexplainable urge pulling me towards this secretive city, where my assignment is due to be fulfilled. My ability to hide in the shadows and travel unseen and unnoticed, perfected when I was an adolescent as I trained myself to be within 3 ft of an unsuspecting girl without her noticing it as she was bathing.
This night the dream was more vivid, more alive and more threatening. The proximity of the city maybe having its influence. I sit up and poke in the cinders, still lightly glowing as the crumbling branches and logs covered the ever slower burning flames, leaving nothing but ashes. I put on some more logs and blow in the orange glow, adding my breath to the slumbering fire until small flames start licking the dry wood. The fire a monster, finding fresh food, soon flares up, lighting the long, leave-covered branches of the huge oak I chose as my resting place for the night.
It is almost morning, the sky not as dark anymore, the horizon showing the bleak grey of a clouded day. As I let my eyes get used to the morning twillight, my ears pick up something.
A slight noise, seemingly a branch snapped in two by careful feet. The flustering of leaves as they are stepped on, a brach swushing as it swings back into place. Someone is there, moving towards the small creek a hundred pases away.The branches of the oak so low, they shield the fire shining through and quickly I get up and move towards the creek. Without a sound, moving past two squirrels without them noticing, I reach the stream, my eyes first finding a black long skirt, a white blouse and low shoes, then hearing splashes in the water. Hidden in the dark shadows of a weeping willow, a white figure glides through the dark water, her head leaning backwards, her long, dark hair curling around her neck and shoulders as it is submerged in the rushing stream.
Will be posting my contribution shortly… one more read to find typos..@ Janine… Count me in.. Can't resist an opportunity like this
Wow, looks awesome Bear.. Would love to spend time there, walking the hills.. (not a big fan of horses..)
Very used to topless girls on the dutch beaches
) The fashion changing thoug, bikini's and bathing suits more around as just bikini bottoms. Half my family being nudist, I think I can handle it… Hi Cassandra, welcome. A pose will show up if you are a premium member. ONly premium mebers can use poses besides the free ones. So if you are not a premium member, you won't be able to use them. I hope that answers your question.
Tight
How long do you intend to fry it…?
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