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[West69]

QUOTE: “Hi guys umm just want to learn how many of you like to sex with a girls who wears stockings?
Tell me your fantasies about it if u re not shy 😉 ”

Well, if that is you in the picture…..suddenly I love stockings.:)

[West69]

@ Bear  hehehehe I have story finished just , finding time !

and far as hardon >Close your eyes, Touch your self for me baby ! Imagine riding hard  a wild little filly , your trying to tame > good luck with that  !! xxx Sunny   lol  hmmmm Cowboy w hardon  > I`m grinning

Dammit, Bear got there first! :o. In all seriousness, I hope you are entering this or another story in the contest. Your writing is very erotic.

PS Since I like to cook, you had me imagining one of the antique butcher blocks used for centuries in a fine restaurant in Europe. They are wonderfully concave with years of use, reflecting the history of romantic dinners gone by. I see you lowering your smooth cheeks into the impression  in the wood, thighs parting to greet your lover, creating a delight for the tongue…………………………..dammit Bear. Nevermind, I am going now. Its' impolite to watch.  :-X

[West69]

Thank God I misunderstood you. I thought “pantless” Fridays you meant no panting…..and I usually lose my breath on here.

[West69]

Hi all it's my first topic
I think we should add an auto reply whenever we want.(And also we should change our chat colour)
Tell me ur opinions pls

Welcome, evilbaby. Could you explain further your suggestion for changing chat color? Do you mean something other than green for on line or orange for in room? Maybe, blue for “getting a sandwich” or “taking a dump” lol?

[West69]

PART V

I arrive at home, having returned the boy to his father's house up in the Properties with the promise of a meeting the following day at the park.

My smartphone says 11:58 as I step off the elevator. Right on time.

I let myself into the dark apartment. Most of the lights have been turned off or down, allowing the illumination of the night-time cityscape to shine through the floor to ceiling windows and into the open design of the neomodernist upper levels apartment. I discard my suit jacket on the back of the couch, leaving me with the silk blouse, and head to the glass doors that lead out onto the gardened patio.

The night's fare has been laid out on the patio table, still steaming in the cool air. It looks like dim sum. The hostess stands at the railing, looking out over the city, and the water in the distance. I take a moment to appreciate her form, slim and lithe, with a trim waist. She is attired in a short white cocktail dress. Smooth ivory stockings cling to her long legs – legs made more shapely by her high white pumps. She looks young and virginal, and the decor is topped off with a neat and trim cap of shock pink hair. A slim wine glass hangs in her hand.

“You're late,” she says, sensing me behind her.

I smile. She knows well enough that I am not, but it is a need for her. It is her means of establishing some control over me, making her feel stronger. I told the boy that she accepts my line of work – but acceptance is not akin to liking.

“I am sorry, L,” I say to her.

“Dinner is probably cold now,” she berates me, turning around to lean back on the railing, “and I spent two hours in the kitchen putting it all together for our special night.”

I cannot help but smile again – it is from the Cantonese restaurant on the second floor.

She turns her face away and frowns, “screw you. Fine. I hate that stupid stove.”

I step up to her. Even with my own heels, she has a slight height advantage over me. My arms slide around her trim waist, and my hands lock behind her, pulling her to me.

“Break any hearts tonight?” she says with a slight pout.

“No, he was very polite and dignified about everything.”

Her eyes slide back to mine, “do I want to know?”

I nuzzle against her cheek, “we kissed, that was all. I was to bring him out of his shell, to give him confidence. Not break him.”

She turns back to me, “that was it?”

I nod, “that was it.”

“I missed you,” she whispers.

I smile and lean into her, our breasts pressing together as our lips lightly touch and caress each other. She tastes like cherries.

I intended only a gentle kiss, but her hands lift to cup my head, holding me in place as her lips move against mine with sudden earnest intensity. I groan as her desire infects me, and forces me to pull her hips to mine, compressing our bodies together. Against my thigh, I can feel her special secret hidden beneath the fabric of her cocktail dress.

“L,” I say between breaths, “what of dinner?”

“Forget it,” she replies, locking her cherry lips with mine again. Our mouths open, our tongues teasing and exploring, twirling and flicking as our passion ignites. I keep it calm and cool all day – professionalism is something I always force myself to portray, even if a client desires something more than the standard personal assistant duties. I do not let the emotions run free, but they do build  up.

At first I was not sure that marriage was the best for me, my life is already unusual as it is. But it has since become a column of support and something I apparently needed – to have one person, a different sort of person in her own right, that I can pour all my pent up sexual and emotional frustrations into, and who delights in the intensity I give back to her as a result.

She has saved my sanity, though my clothing does not fare as well.

I am pushed back to the table, and the dishes clatter when I bump into it. I lift my bottom to prop myself on the edge. She is so aggressive, I can tell something is gnawing at her, but I do not question it now – now is not the time for talking. I release control of myself, kissing her back with unbridled ferocity, my lust and love forcing dirty words from my smeared, painted lips into her ears

Her hands leave my head. My skirt is pushed up, and the cool night air caresses the smooth skin of my thighs above the stocking tops. I can feel her fingers trace a path up my thighs, tickling me through the nylons, then tugging on the garter belt straps playfully. Without ceremony, my panties are hooked and pulled off my legs.

I cannot help but moan as I feel myself exposed to the cool air. My thighs part for her, my legs hooking around behind hers and pulling her to me. Her bulge, now fully engorged, presses against me through her dress. With my hands shaking and eager, I yank up her cocktail dress as she did to my business skirt and free her from the confines of her pantyhose.

“Don't need a warm up?” she asks with a grin.

I answer her only by gripping her buttock with one hand, and guiding her to my entrance with the other. She only needs to push twice, then she is inside me. I stifled my cries into her neck as I feel every inch of her spreading me, sliding and penetrating. She wraps me in her arms, pulling me to her, fully embedding herself. My thighs quiver, the muscles tightening around her, holding her as she holds me.

Once we have our breaths again, she draws herself back out, slowly… then pushes, once more slipping back inside with ease. Her hips roll rhythmically as she thrusts, moving herself inside me. Our lips lock, feverous and heated, my own moans of pleasure vibrating and reverberating with her own.

Bound as we are in each other's limbs, she cannot move much, but it is enough. I feel her touch and stimulate every part of my inner core, as my own vaginal contractions stimulate her.

It is exquisite.

It is the only Heaven I would ever need.

The raw thrust and sheer animalistic nature of the act… the passion and pleasure of pure unadulterated lust. My entire world, for this brief moment of time, is condensed down into that singular sensation of a lover, my lover, releasing her desire for me – into me.

It seems to go on without end, pushing me to greater heights. My own hips roll back against her, urging, wanton.

And yet the moment can remain only for so long. After the raw intensity of our passion, our kiss breaks, her arms tensing around me as she rests her chin on my shoulder, her thrusts become more demanding, her breathing more insistent and wanting. I pull her into me with my thighs, in tune with her own gyrations.

I whisper in her ear, “do it.”

With only two more thrusts, she pushes into me as deeply as she can and her whole body shakes. A long, low groan escapes from her lips. In my mind's eye, I sense her ejaculate filling me.

Then with a gasp, she collapses into my arms, and I hold her there.

Bravo, I could not set it down. You now have me looking at every black BMW, hoping  for a beautiful driver to pull to the curb and invite me in. :-*

[West69]

I'm a lesbian West. 

As far as the rewards/campaigning… *I* figured part of the reason that the AChat team is willing to award prizes like they are is to drive up interest. So I figure anything that drives up interest will be making their generous contributions worth while.

For my personal entry… I will have to feel inspired, and feel I create something worth sharing, and I've been willing to share my creative impulses for free… heck they helped inspire the creation of this part of the forum if you think back far enough.

The fact that there is a prize for doing what I do, as long as I do it with a theme of the contest? I'm okay with that.

Your point on enhancing motivation is well-taken. I like prizes too. :o. Since Tight solicited our take on “campaigning”, I just wanted to voice my displeasure about losing the joy of the process while cutting corners to chase a prize. I also wanted to state to some expressing concern, that my vote would not be restricted by my sexual orientation. Considering your past contributions I never felt that you would be one of those “cheating” as Tight put it.

[West69]

…….. Do we allow campaigning for stories in the game? I kinda trust on the sportsmanship and fair play of the contenders, so I didn't consider cheating would be an option.. Does anyone feel the same or different?

*edited to fix typo

I am reminded that every great idea risks being tarnished in its' implementation. When you first proposed this “contest” TightFit74, I visualized a group of friends sitting around, over an after-dinner drink, late at night, sharing each other's creativity. Acknowledging that gender preference is a part of life, but letting the commonality of eroticism rise above the divisiveness.

Now we are confronted with the baser aspect of human nature, in which competitiveness supercedes camaraderie, and obsession for a “prize”
detracts from the storytelling process. While I personally would be complimented that any of you found my story of merit, the thought of “campaigning” for a prize is repulsive to me. I have no intention of doing that.

My personal response to some of the more recent posts is as follows. I intend to read every story with the simple purpose of enjoying it. While I have a healthy sexual appetite,  I appreciate the turn of a good phrase, the uplifting emotion that humor evokes, and when an author's spirit is infused into his or her work. I have no intention of automatically casting my vote for the entry that simply makes me masturbate the fastest. :

Inazuma, I am straight, but I promise to read your story with fair consideration and respect. Janine Dee, I do not know your orientation, but I very much look forward to seeing what you create. While, as any man does, I might separately fantasize about “converting” a lesbian, the inclusion of a bevi of lesbians in the story won't sway my vote. Unhealer, your posts are so out-of-left field that I genuinely am looking forward to seeing your mind unfold in a story.

In summary, I hope a few people don't reduce this to a popularity contest. However, if that happens, I hope the rest of you are motivated to entertain us for a smile and gesture of admiration, instead of a few cheap coins left on the nightstand.

[West69]

Haven't had time to work on my story yet, because I have been busy on design ideas for jewelry for the AChat shop.
What do you guys think of a “Mistletoe belt buckle”? 

PS: Take heart ladies. No reason why it can't be “unisex”. Ha Ha!

[West69]

Well done, and very descriptive. Sadly, the guy lasted a helluva lot longer than I could of. :-X :-[

[West69]

As a note, I was teasing West in that earlier reply.

:-* :-* :-*

[West69]

@Fantasy & West

You can't make the cold invite window disappear, or non functional. But as it says, it is a window. Once a cold invite is sent and you can see the window, you can drag the invitation window to anywhere within the game-window with your mouse. You can hide it practically out of sight.

Since it doesn't disappear but is only out of view, you can drag it back whenever the partner you are waiting for, is sending you  warm invite.. For me it has been very helpful..

Thanks, I very much appreciate the info.

[West69]

Dear friends,

as I am a great fan of writing and reading erotic stories, I thought it would be a nice idea to organise a contest here on forum. I know there are some among us that like to write stories as well and I know many of the members like reading them. As a special treat for those readers, and to have something to do during the holiday season when not too busy, a number of stories with the same title might be great entertainment.

I have discussed my idea with the dev-team and they seem willing to support the idea. So I am postitng the idea to see what your thoughts are. This is the idea:

1. The title of the story could be: “New Year's resolutions”
2. The story is about 5000 words long
3. a poll where people can vote will determine the score and ranking
4. There will be an entry deadline (thinking of 23rd of december, pole closing the 31st, winner named 1st of january, 2012)
5. All stories will be accepted as long as they are posted on time and not against AChat forum rules
6. Winner, runner up and 3rd price will get a price (even if I have to give the price myself…lol)

I am really curious what you think of the idea and if you'd like to participate in this. Wether active as a contender, or active as the audience and voter. Looking forward to your replies, addition, flaws you see etc..

Tight

Very creative idea. As long as you don't have penalty restrictions, i.e. too short, or too long “about 5000 words” is a guideline.
The suggested topic, “New Years Resolutions” might appear constricting, but suggest allowing a great deal of leeway in implementation. I suspect this will be taken care of by the “judges”. The story the readers like the best will probably end up #1, and deservedly so.

In terms of commitment, I would caution people that if you volunteer as a writer, it will probably be a lot more work than you think.
Personally, I'm not sure I have the time. Also, I may not write well, but I can read a bit………..and if the story is erotic, I drool well. :-X

At least count on my support on some level. :-*

PS: Jesus. I just panned down and read some of Janine's work. At least someone has a chance to pick up second prize.

[West69]

Hi,

we have a new version of AChat, which uses better shaders. It would be great, if you could help to test it. To try it you have to replace your existing AChat installation:

1. Save your ignore list, it is in the file 'personalignorelist.bin' in the AChat directory. (To find the AChat directory please right click on the AChat start icon, and there select 'Properties'. Here on the 'Shortcut' tab you can see the path to the AChat directory, you can also open it by clicking on the 'Open File Location' button.)
2. Uninstall AChat, and then delete the AChat directory also manually.
3. Download the new AChat:
    http://download2.funnyadultgamesplay.com/AChat_setup_test.exe
4. Install the downloaded file
5. Download the high detail pack (works without it, but hig details look much better):
     http://download2.funnyadultgamesplay.com/AChat_highdetail_setup.exe
6. Install the high detail pack
7. Restore your ignore list

What is the difference compared to the old shader? Please check it and write here your experience.

Regards,
tom

Tom, advise please. I don't know crap about computers. In fact I don't know if my computer has an “enhanced graphics card” or any other whirlygigs. Should I even try this, or wait until you make it an automatic upgrade? Thanks

[West69]

I LIKE TITTIES

No one would have guessed that!! :o, but once again your post demonstrates that “brevity is the soul of wit”.

[West69]

@ West
maybe not, but hey, keep hope alive.. chuckle

I always do Fantasy. Since I see by your profile you only consider sleeping with 0.1% of callers, may I at least tell you that you give me an intellectual hard-on.

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