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Post by Mr. Futsu on Sept 27, 2004 3:42:34 GMT -5
The initial entry almost hurts, but it doesn't take long for things to loosen up. She is wet enough for things to slide well, but not so wet that there is no sensation. It has been a long time for myself as well, oh wow has it been a long time... I lay my hands behind my head, in an even more submissive manner than before. As I stare up into her eyes, I see that she is filled with lust, and power. I tremble under her power, but thrust inside of her in time with her movements. The more powerful she feels, the more filled with passion I become.
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Post by Lady Violet on Sept 27, 2004 3:49:00 GMT -5
I take his hand and put it to my breast. I close my eyes and breath heavier with his touch and bear down on him harder and faster. I moan a little, then bend down to kiss him by his ear
I work harder, gliding into him with force. I heave warm breaths into his ear. I myself start to feel warm and light headed.
I sit back up as I plow him fervently.
This feels good but I want you to touch me I order him through my mind
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Sept 27, 2004 3:56:10 GMT -5
Yes, my lady. I slide my hands up her sides, and up to her breasts, still grinding my hips against hers. The sloshing sounds of our sex getting gradually more audible.
I slide my hands up and around to her back, she leans forward in response. My fingers reach their way up to her shoulder blades, then slowly scratch their way down her back. I lick the base of her jaw, up to her ear, then nibble on her earlobe, slowly working my hands down her back, eventually resting them on her soft round, and perfect cheeks.
I slide them back up her back, she arches underneath my touch, and up along her neck, and to her cheeks. We are both losing our breath by this point, our heavier breathing making an awkward symphony out of tune with the sounds of sex.
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Post by Lady Violet on Sept 27, 2004 4:06:30 GMT -5
My flesh is a heretic, and his touch is torture...he is burning me.
My eyes water and my body looses groundedness. I feel warm and light. I close my eyes tighter as I can feel the sensations of my body reaching their appogee (sp)
Yes...almost...
I lash my body against him violently, wettness sloshing down my thighs and soaking the sheets. The room feels warm, and smells like sex and sweat
I push against him, and bend down to knaw upon his shoulder's flesh
I bite him
hard
My breasts rub against his chest as I bend to him, and brush back and forth across him with my movement
And then I feel as though I can take no more. I let out a gasp or a moan as my entire body feels like it convulses from the inside out
It is a quick explosion of pleasure, then as quickly as it came, it is gone
He is still inside of me, but I can endure no more. I slow my pace and kiss his cheek
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Sept 27, 2004 4:16:18 GMT -5
My hands are locked onto her breasts as she furiously pounds herself against me. As she gains momentum, I feel myself nearing climax as well. A jolt of lightning shoots through me as I'm hit with the most powerful climax I've ever had, moments before she reaches hers. My whole lower body is very sensitive, and her furious grinding for the next few moments makes me grind my teeth, and almost push her away before she finishes. But I grin and bear it as she finally reaches climax, her muscles wrapping around me, hugging and squeezing it, working it back to a semi-hard state, making it so I can probably go again, but she seems spent.
I wrap my arms around her, resting them on her shoulder blades, and return her kiss, on her adjacent cheek, nuzzling, and breathing heavily on to her face, trying to keep it out of direct reach of her ear.
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Post by Lady Violet on Sept 27, 2004 4:23:52 GMT -5
I get off of him and lay at his side. I catch my breath for a few moments. I wrap my arm over his chest and rest my head in his shoulder. I lay there in silence for a while. That felt very good. Better than...well, better than with anyone else.
It is funny how this man, who cares nothing for me spare my power made me feel so good.
I would like to say.."I love you" then kiss his neck and close my eyes in the bliss of his love. But we don't love each other
So I struggle with something to say
"That was good. Good job Mr. Futsu. I feel a lot less stressed now. We should do that more often. It is very, recreational." I state in nearly a business tone, as if I am asking him to go to lunch with me after some meeting,
I laugh quietly and pull the blanket over us. It still feels good to be with him. I envelope him in my arms and legs and get some rest, contended with his body near my own
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Sept 27, 2004 4:29:01 GMT -5
A content smile washes over my face, and my eyes feel a lot heavier than they were when we first got here, the alcohol combined with my post-coitalness have caught up to me in no time.
"I'm glad I could help, my lady. And yes, I feel much less stressed myself. Don't hesitate to call if you need I disagreeistance again."
I wrap my arms and legs around her, and quietly doze of in a content sleep. I wonder if she's thinking the same thing that I am, the usual exchange of "I love you's" seem in order, but we don't love each other.
The thought slowly drifts away as I fall asleep.
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Post by Keitoleinen on Sept 27, 2004 8:22:48 GMT -5
((To Dr. Murdock))
Keitoleinen receieves the message from the Ministry of Information and contacts Dr. Murdock Telepathically
I am in my office at the League in St. Petersburg. Go ahead and stop by. I would love to meet you Dr. Murdock. I am free all afternoon, so just come directly to my office
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 27, 2004 8:24:32 GMT -5
Once Zero leaves, Bassarov goes back to his room to take a nap. He posts a note on his door:
I AM RESTING, IF YOU NEED ME PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AND I WILL GET BACK TO YOU
THANKS
V. BASSAROV
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Post by Olga on Sept 27, 2004 8:41:15 GMT -5
Olga puts the final ingrediants into her beautification stew
"The skin of a mole rat, lock of barbie doll hair, baking soda, sugar, molasses, a Cosmo magazine, stiletto shoes, a red thong, Eva Peron's eyes and the last thing... naked pictures of Bea Arthur..."
She swirls the stew until it boils, then pours it into a bowl and drinks it.
After a few gulps she can feel herself changing....she becomes thin and young....
she becomes...
she becomes....
super model Kate Moss!!
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Post by Edward on Sept 27, 2004 8:51:51 GMT -5
Sir Edward the Great traverses the great expanse of forest that lay before him. Despite being un undead, it was an annoyance to have a lack of flying or teleportation abilities. He would need to work on that - but first, he had work to do.
After his utter destruction, Capitalist America, as he had seen it, was completely destroyed, leveled to a wasteland.
'Perhaps there were others around the world...' he mused.
The gods wouldn't have brought him back if no civilizations existed. Edward continued his trek for mankind.
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Sept 27, 2004 9:41:12 GMT -5
I look around.
"So, Anna, whats going on? Shouldnt we be getting some models forthat show? And, why are we at Dinari's place? I have work to do if we are jst gonna sit here..."
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Post by Rodthingy Maestro-Reborn on Sept 27, 2004 9:53:02 GMT -5
Stupid!
Why did that guy have to rescue me? Why? Well, if that is how it is to be, who am I to change anything?
I walk along he road, evenually shifting to the other plane. I travel to the anachists house, and stp at the door.
"Lord, I cant do this anymore, I need your help. Lord, Give me a sign!!"
I sit down on the stoop.
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Post by Kaitalish on Sept 27, 2004 10:56:47 GMT -5
((I'm just going off the rough description I was given for this, I don't have the time to search the threads.))
The attacks fly towards me and explode. As Soren's negation attack hits, my body suddenly suspends momentarily in the air. Black flame begins to burst from every pore, and expand outward as my true shape begins to reemerge. I begin to expand more and more, my wings and body growing bigger and bigger, threatening to not only envelop all within but to destroy a good portion of the base, as surely will happen when I reach my full form.
((Kaitalish has a wingspan of about 20 feet, ten feet each wing, and his body is about fifteen feet tall and five feet across, making his total wingspan about 25 feet.))
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Sept 27, 2004 11:17:13 GMT -5
Peter clicks his glasses frame and prepares a report, tagged for Lenna. "Haya-Ji, I want you to get your exam and augmentations from Lenna. Yuber normally would but he's on a covert op. So..." Peter clicks his frames repeatedly, sending pulse after pulse seeking Lenna's frame ID.
"Where is Dr. Simion?" He closes his eyes and widens the pulse, tapping the base signal booster. There, a ping, faint though, through barriers likely. She's...
"Shi't." Peter opens his eyes. "Lenna's been caught."
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