Being thinking about life, its rivers and lakes
What it means for something to end, for a river to be no more
How does it start, so far up in the mountains
And how it grows with each fall, how a river gets to be called a sea
How obstacles in its path may take a turn, like a river may twist
One way makes you stand still while everyone is moving, like a stagnated mass of water that slowly decays
The other makes you twist, speed up, slow down and sometimes leave you speechless, like a river leading to a waterfall
This will define you as a person, as it defines and classifies a river
But even in the worst cases where you stand still, where a river stalls
It goes over a transformation, a journey through the inner realm of the earth
Reaching its depths to be joined with the heated and liquified dirt, being released in a new form
Becoming new terrain for other rivers and such to flourish
I heard my own soft breathing before I opened my eyes. Still alive. In the dark I could make out the snoring form of my fleeting lover, breathing slowly, blissfully, a result of our frantic encounter the night prior. The brilliance of the sun had begun to invade the room through the swaying purple silk blinds, further illuminating the room, if only minimally. It was hard not to think about last night as I perused the state of this warm setting in my search for my panties.
The door was mercifully closed, and I thanked whatever lustful gods watched over us last night that we didn’t forego shutting the door in our race to become intimate after our meet and greet at the Red Heat club. A hotel keycard lay haphazardly on the cold wooden floor, dropped by my lover to make room for cupping my breast as his tongue invaded my mouth in a display of animal magnetism.
There was a laptop half-shut and dangerously close to the edge of the kitchenette counter, and I recall fumbling about the area before being lifted onto the island and fondled, hands desperate to support my trembling shape in the dark.
A trail of clothes led to the queen-sized bed and under my bare feet; dress shirt, blouse, jeans, and jewelry, but nary a sign of my presumably now-dry pink panties.
I turned my head to the foot of the bed, a depressed spot in the blanket flooding me with a drowsy little memory of sloppily pleasuring my suitor as he groaned and sucked wind. In retrospect, I was lucky to not upchucked my nightly drinks all over him. I wasn’t a subject matter expert in the art of fellatio, and my gag reflex left much to be desired.
In the folds of the sheets I spotted my object of interest, taking them in my careful hand. I recalled the frame of the bed and the feeling of my panties being slid down my thighs before kicking them off and returning to all fours. My scalp was sore from the pull of my hair, and my ass was raw from the force of the spankings.
I decided against putting them back on, and by the time I had buttoned my red blouse and stuffed the article of clothing in my back pocket, I was more than adamant about my decision, feeling gross enough already. My heels slipped on easily enough, and I was halfway through the room, purse in hand, when-
“Morning, beautiful.” Oh, crap.
I put on my best smile and turned around, “Hey!.. H- Good morning. Didja sleep okay?”
He yawned, arms stretching outwards in a less than seductive display of himself. John. James. Something with a J. Doesn’t matter. He was hot, he was single for the night, and I was insecure enough to bed a stranger, risks be damned, though the wedding band was enough to drop my stomach post-coitus. As he drew his yawn to a close, he began nodding, replying, “Yeah, yeah, slept like baby actually. These beds are-“ he noticed that I was fully clothed and uncomfortable.
“Oh. Are you leaving?” He corrected course quick, a look of confusion on his face, maybe even an ounce of emotional pain.
I winced, eyes squinted, caught. I loathed awkwardness like this. Never was a fan of leaving in the morning but I couldn’t for the life of me not fall asleep after a good lay. I had to say something, “I- I just thought I’d get us some.. breakfast.” Smooth as butter.
J smiled, a little one, crisis averted. He leapt to the other side of the bed, dick swinging, and pulled his pants toward him. Producing a wallet, he directed a bill toward me, motioning to it. I took it. Damn it. A Benjamin. High roller.
“Ham and cheese, if you please,” he said coyly before chuckling. I giggled internally, a reaction whenever someone I’m attracted to makes a funny, whether it is or not, “Keep the change, by the way. I.. I had fun last night, Cassidy.”
It’s hard to feel offended when you’re holding what amounted to free money in the palm of your hand. I could fix this man a sandwich and keep a cool hundred, just like that, if I wanted to. All I did was have sex, my second favorite hobby, and this stranger felt compelled to pay me for my time. Now I knew how escorts felt, and it was empowering. A little degrading, but empowering.
He was still staring expectantly. Fun, he said he had fun, “Me, too... We should-“ I caught myself before I created another unwanted opportunity for myself, “I’ll be back in a little.”
He nodded, searching for the remote, and I shut the door.
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So, big fan of MnF club. A friend of mine there referred me to this forum to, I guess, browse and post stories when the mood strikes (as it often does). Here's my first actual post (yay), and I'd love to hear any criticism, good or bad. I'm always looking to improve. Thanks!
Evening of a stormy cold night
Ending of a romantic, candle lit dinner
Beginning of a soon to be warm and steamy end of day
Where you took me by the hand to our room
In there, you said our christmas had arrived sooner
And that you had a surprise for me
Undressing your clothes, keeping just your lingerie
You started gently rubbing and gropping your body
Slowly making your way to me
Teasing with your hand gently slipping in your panties
And playing with your clit
I was getting so worked up, so aroused
I couldn't hold back my "friend" from forming a bulge
Which you noticed and proceeded to sit on my lap
Letting your buttcheeks embrace it
You softly whispered and kissed me tenderly
Leaving me speechless and wanting more
To which you slowly pulled down each bra strap
Holding the cups, barely revealing your nipples
With that a grinding motion started on my crotch
While a dance of squeezes and twists occured before my eyes
Leading my hands to hold the dancer by the waist
And caresselessy gripping her ass
In between this dance, rained a few wet, dripping kisses
Revealing the intent, the passion, the need with each touch of lips
When suddenly a wave surges through, making the dancer drop her bra
And creating a storm on me, leaving my "friend" to make a stand
You noticed the storm happening around me
So you decided to clear the skies by removing my pants
And lowering my boxers, revealing my standing ovation
Which you gracefully hold between your two naked and smooth pillows
Nolie and Nana on the beach
Fingers brushing
Hands clasping
She steps out in front
Hand on his chest
Eyes flirting
Eyebrow teasing
He leans towards her lips
She moves away
He stumbles into her
Playing games
Over and over
Always moving her lips away
Hand on his chest
Holding him at a distance
She laughs
He growls
This time prepared
Catching her
Pulling her into him
She gives him her lips
He walks forward
She moves backwards
Lips locked
They reach the water
His hand under her sarong
Fingers dipping into soft wetness
Her hand reciprocating
Deeper they go
Into the ocean
Emmie was planning to post something... but I have decided to assist a bit...
At the beginning of the year, I started a server away from the game where in-clubs could meet to resolve issues away from the game. I have decided to open it up to visitors...
I know we have the in-game Moderators (and Cath here on the forum) who all deal with problems.
So I was thinking, it would be kind of cool if experienced player could be granted an Advisor role. The Moderators probably get asked loads of questions about the game, so why not deflect some of that attention to other players.
Maybe give Advisors a " ? " symbol like the Moderators have with their badge.
Go girl, close your eyes. Loose your hair. Play your life. As anyone who has nothing to lose. Like someone who doesn't gamble. Who only plays. Go, forget about the world. Jump into the puddle. Plunge into what you feel like. Accept that life doesn't wait for you. Embrace what makes you smile. Dream because it's free. Don't wait. Promises, easy come and go. Rules, you dictate them. Words, gone with the wind. Distance, only if you want. Dreams, take place, or not. Eyes will close one day, forever. And what really matters you know, girl. It's how much this makes you smile.
I know I'm gettnig in early on this but IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS DUDES!
Vote for your favourite Christmas song! We gotta get festive!
(I'm including Fairytale of New York because I like it even thou it's barely a Christmas song)
Here is a story I have been working on, if you guys and girls like it, I might keep it going. Hope you enjoy
It was the summer of 2009 and as we did in the previous two years, we joined up our friends for a nice camping vacation on the outskirts of a small village. The view was amazing, we could see the village and the vast, lush green patch of wilderness all around us. So we decided to set up camp and after that we went to the beach. We, the boys, couldn't help but to admire such fine visions and you, the girls, couldn't resist to tease us. We fooled around, we had some "fun" and finally the night time came.
It looked like the sky favored us, it was clear as a crystal, the stars were shiny and even a shooting star came across it as to bless us. We decided to make a barbecue, gathering around the campfire, singing along some goofy tune. Needless to say, we had a few drinks.
After eating, me and my lovely girl decided it was time to get to our bed and that we did. You raced me to the tent, taunting me, giving me the tongue face expression. I don't know how you did it, but you won the race. We cuddle together under some blankets and I loved holding you.
In the middle of the night, you started giving me kisses in random spots - neck, face, forehead and finally on my lips, sucking them a bit. I was a bit confused, but I loved that so I kissed you back, holding you by the waist. We exchanged a few wet, long kisses for a bit, after which you started grinding against my crotch, slowly, working my aroused state.
I could only kiss you again, this time with lust and hunger for you lips, while I started undressing your top, slowly caressing your breasts and twisting your nipple. It was at this point that my urge was reaching its peak, the moment you noticed my bulge, the moment I felt your hand sliding in my pants and wrapping around my eager member.
You gradually increased the speed of the stroke, until you decided to unbuckle my pants and free my erected friend. You leaned in for a kiss, but you had other plans, you put my cock between your breasts, sliding them one at a time while asking me "Are you enjoying the fun babe?" at which I could only release a moan of pleasure.
Nana and Nolie walk together towards the restroom. Nolie is thinking about surprising her but she is too quick for him and after a furtive glance around, she slides past him into the mensroom. Grinning, he dashes inside after her and locks the door.
As she turns around, sticking her ass out to him teasingly, he grabs her and bends her over the sink. Their movements are feverish and hurried. He tugs down her panties as he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants, freeing his cock.
“Baby, I’m going to fuck you right here!”
He flicks up her dress and thrusts his cock deep inside her from behind. “Ohhh…”, she stifles a gasp as he enters her, holding on tightly to the edges of the sink to steady herself as he pumps furiously in and out.
“I had to feel your pussy…around my cock baby…couldn’t wait!”
The only sounds to be heard are the wet smacking sounds of his cock pumping in and out of her pussy, his thighs slapping hard against her ass, her stifled moans and his low grunts.
The door handle rattles as someone outside tries to open the door and discovers that it is occupied…
Nana pushes her ass back towards him as she arches her back leaning down low, biting her lip to keep from making more noise. Nolie grips her waist tightly, pulling her body back and forth onto his cock. They are too excited and his need is too great…faster thrusts as his breath falters…
He wraps his arms around her waist, head hanging low to her back. A few last pumps as he empties his warm load into her, her thighs shaking against his.
Again the door rattles as someone tries the handle…
He kisses her neck as they laugh silently together, recovering themselves. Nana kisses his fingers, “I wonder what the waiter is thinking at our absence…” Nolie laughs quietly, “He probably thinks we pulled a runner!”
They quickly clean themselves up, arranging their clothes and becoming presentable once more. Nolie quietly unlocks and opens the door, peeking out to make sure no one is around. “The coast is clear baby!” He gives her a few moments of a head start, then follows her back to the table as if nothing happened.
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