I've seen a number of threads from artists with some fantastic work here, but I wanted to start this thread in the hopes of bringing the rest of us (like yours truly) up to speed. My hope is that some of the artists who frequently share their work here will be able to answer some questions and offer some helpful tools, tutorials and just general advice.
Firstly first, I want to thank my teacher here who corrected mah bad English, yo. Like, it was really nice!
Something else
Mike was the new helicopter pilot, his employer personally came to hire him. The thirty-year-old man first thought it was a joke, nobody would claim to run a bounty hunting business.
The pretty lady said that she would pay him good money for each delivery he'd do for her, and to show how serious she was, she gave him a flyer for the organisation. Unlike that director, the flyer was drab and appealing.
"Got bored of your life? Need money? Rejected by the society? The Order will accept you and make you someone new! Friendly faces and a huge sense of community await you in the Order!"
There was a minute footnote saying:
"To join, wait for the phone call and follow the instructions."
Mike Blake was a former military pilot and when his duty was over, he had become unemployed, living from part-time jobs here and there. When the woman came to him, he was surprised by her offer, but he was in need of a steady job as he couldn't pay his rent anymore. His apartment was small, dirty and a strange smell had invaded the main room. Blake decided to join the Order, he shaved his beard, tidied his hair and put on his nicest suit.
“You don't have to be so formal.” The director said as Mike entered the office.
“I thought I should make a good impression for the job.”
“Don't worry about that, when I hire someone, they aren't always wealthy. Well, I'm glad that you accepted my offer. I'm sure you'll like it.” The director continued whilst handing a sheet of paper to the freshly employed man.
Rider on the storms
Rider on the storms
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor on the loan
Rider on the storms
The song from The Doors was playing in the chopper. It was the fifth mission Mike had done, he was now flying over a huge desert. His package was a squad of six bounty hunters, who were well equipped. The team was composed of a Mexican who carried a DShK as well as six grenades, two Americans each carrying an M16 and some flash-bangs, a Japanese woman carrying a Japanese sword and a pair of Spanish twins who were more about technology. Andrew, the American, was head-banging slightly to the song, tapping out the rhythm with his foot. Juan the Spanish guy was reading his new magazine on innovative technologies.
“It's been a nice contract, hasn't it, guys?” Andrew asked out loud.
“Can't believe that drug lord was actually a seventy-year-old guy. Like, he died from a heart attack before I could shoot him.” Valentine the other American replied.
Mike was looking at the horizon when he got shot in the shoulder, he quickly held it as a reflex before the helicopter was shot down by an ambushing RPG which hit the tail of the vehicle. They went down in a spiral and crashed into a soft dune.
“Damn it! Snow is down! Shit! The pilot too!” screamed Valentine “We gotta get outta here!”
The surviving crew left the damaged helicopter in a hurry, quickly coming under heavy fire, being forced to take cover. As they didn't know where to aim, they shot in every direction, hoping to suppress the enemy. A sharpshooter shut them down for good. The attackers advanced to make sure every one of the bounty hunters was killed, the chopper exploded at that moment.
“Lucius, they’re all dead. The boss can now rest in peace. We're heading back to base. Over.”
Snow waited for the enemies to go before getting up. She had buried Mike and herself under some sand to hide from the drug lord's minions. Mike was alive, he was just shocked and his ribs hurt like hell. His face was covered in his own blood and the sand stuck to it. The woman was bleeding from her head but didn't look like she was in pain, in fact, she looked focused.
“Thanks, but what do we do now? I don't even know where we are…”
She pulled out her smartphone but there was no signal. She looked disappointed, but she was at least relieved that it was still working. A smile formed on her face when she saw a picture on her phone.
“Earth to Snow, Mike needs your assistance.”
She put away her phone and looked at the horizon, then at Mike. She silently took out some surgical tools and the man stepped back.
“Hey! What are you going to do with those?”
She knocked him out with a well placed kick, then proceeded to heal the pilot with what she had with her. After the operation, she dragged him out of the baking sun. When he came to, they were in the shadow of a dune. Mike's head was still hurting, but other than that, his body was in a better shape. He saw Snow sitting not so far to him, she was holding her legs close to her chest and was looking aimlessly to the horizon. He decided to check on her later. His pockets contained a deck of cards, some cigarettes and a lighter, those things weren't useful for their survival, but Mike decided to light a cig. After one breath of smoke, he turned to the woman and offered one.
“Wanna smoke?”
She shook her head, no.
“You aren't the talkative type, huh? So… Snow, right? You're from the land of the rising sun, that right? Bet you live a crazy life there, huh?” Mike said to her, but it was mainly to keep him relaxed.
She shook her head, a "kinda, yes". After finishing his cig, they continued to walk for a time. They didn't have much on them, some bottles of water, some snacks, a rifle and a pistol, some poison, a knife, ammo and Mike's stuff. Walking was a nightmare, the heat was too much and Blake had to drink a bottle of water one hour later. Snow was, unlike him, quite at ease, she was even humming a song from time to time. The man had to admit she had a pretty voice, he thought that if she didn't talk a lot is because she didn't want to waste her voice.
“Oh god! How do you keep calm like that?!” He shouted and panted.
“Huh?” She asked as she took out one of her earplugs.
“You were listening to music this entire time?!”
She nodded.
After a few hours, they found an oasis which was already being invaded by the desert, next to it was an abandoned nomad camp, a tent and some empty crates were abandoned, as if they left in a hurry, but there was no need to investigate that question. They took shelter in the tent and tried to regain their energy. As Mike was exploring the oasis, he almost fell into a bear trap. “Damn! That was close!”
He took a stick and activated the trap. The oasis had some bananas left and drinkable water, enough to replenish their livestock. The evening became cool , then the night cold. Mike made a fire with some planks from the crates and his lighter. He then sat next to Snow who was staring at the fire.
“Hello? Anybody there?” He asked her as he shook his hand in front of her face.
She had spaced out. She was thinking of her parents and friends, she felt lonely. She hugged her legs with a sad face.
“Hello?” He kept asking.
“Why do we live here?” She asked.
“Say what?”
“I said, why do we all live here? What's the point of living? Why do we keep living?”
“So... you're being melancholic?”
She kept silent and continued to stare at the fire. The wood was cracking and the flames were dancing in an hypnotic way. Mike fell asleep in the tent, he had a dreamless night. When he woke up, he found Snow playing with the sand with her bare feet, she didn't notice the man watching her with a tired look.
“Yo, how come you're so calm in this situation?”
“This isn't my first time, I'm used to harsh condition.”
“That's all? Not something like, my dad trained me to become a super assassin and my uncle trained me to become a commando at the age of twelve?”
“That would be pointless, plus, my dad was absent for twelve years until I found out that he was a bounty hunter and that he had a girlfriend and an adopted daughter. So... I'm not in good term with my father. Anyway, I shouldn't talk too much about me, someone might just explain it later.”
He shrugged and went to the small well to drink some water. He noticed something in the bottom of it, something shiny. He tried to get it by moving the bucket under it but without success. He then felt a hand on his shoulder, he only had the time to turn his head before he got punched in the face and fell into the well. He heard some screams and a gun being fired. The shiny object was a knife, a carambit one. He hid his new weapon in his sock, and used the rope to climb out of the pit. The sun almost blinded him, making him put his hand in front of his eyes for a moment.
“Go to hell!” Someone screamed.
Someone else laughed maniacally, someone really crazy.
“This is hell! I am hell!”
Mike found out that it was a man wearing a golden emotionless mask who was talking. That man was taller than the pilot and the bounty hunter, he was wearing black clothes with pockets and weapons like a commando. The attacker had his back turned to the pilot but he turned to Mike as he got out of the well.
“Still alive, huh? Of course, who would have died from that! Come at me, bro!”
The man was shot in his back, Snow shot three more times but the man was still standing even if he was bleeding badly.
“You can't kill hell! He yelled with a hysterical laugh. Not even the gods could!”
He took his knife and cut his throat but didn't die. He threw the knife in front of Mike and showed him that he could take it. He then faced Snow.
“Your father is a nice guy, right? Gonna see if you're as good as your daddy. Come at me, bro!” He said, doing a Hakka.
The bounty huntress shot him several times in the chest but the attacker didn't react to the impacts. Mike was frightened by the sight and took cover behind the well. The invincible opponent took a knife held on his left arm and began his attack. Swing left. Snow dodged. Swing to the right. She got cut on the forearms as she tried to block the hit. One foot kick in the stomach and she fell back.
“Come on! You can do better than that!” He said as she got her balance back.
“Shut up.”
She threw a right kick followed by a left then a right uppercut . Her opponent blocked them with ease, laughing. She struck his scrotum with her palm of the hand, the man stepped back. Snow swept his leg and he fell to the ground. She jumped and landed with her knee on his throat.
“Euargh!”
She gave him an elbow to the head, knocking him out. Mike clapped her performance and gave her the knife he found. She stabbed it in the attacker's heart without hesitation, but he just laughed and got up.
“You're heartless. Well, I guess you passed. Here's something to give to your boss.”
He removed his golden mask, but turned into ashes before anyone could see his face. Mike went to take the object, it was lighter than he expected. Snow decided to treat her wounds and let him do whatever he was doing. Something pushed Mike to put on the mask and he did. He felt something dark invading him. He took it off, as he felt like he was suffocating. He found himself in the middle of nowhere wearing nothing but some sort of black goo.
“What in the...?”
“Look who fucked up. Hello, Mike Blake. It's been a while now, three months now?” A feminine voice said.
“Who's there?”
“My god, you don't remember who your boss is?”
The pretty lady was sitting on a wooden folding chair, reading a science magazine, wearing a large white hat and sunglasses.
“Where am I?”
“You don't know? We're in South Africa. You travelled about a hundred kilometres. You're quite good at traveling long distances. By the way, Snow is on her way to kill you. I guess talking about killing everyone is a touchy subject for her. Anyway, you should prepare yourself because she's ready to kill you.”
“Wait, why don't you tell her that it wasn't me?”
The lady stood up and faced him. She looked ageless and yet, there was an aura of security around her, the same aura of elderly people. She took the mask and put it on.
“You should go now, she's almost here.”
She vanished like the immortal man from before. Mike cursed her for not helping him then began to run, run for his life. He managed to find a shelter in the ruins of an old oasis, deserted because of the advancement of the sand which had covered and destroyed almost every building. There was nothing left but empty wooden furniture. The fleeing tried to sleep in a bedroom but couldn't find any sleep, instead he remembered the time when, as a kid, he acted as if he was James Bond.
“God damn it!” He said with a groan.
Snow appeared in the door, she watched him silently, but with disgust.
“Oh shit! I can explain! It wasn't my fault! It was the mask!”
Five silent and obnoxious minutes passed by without a word being said. The woman rubbed her rear with a disgusted face.
“Er… what happened?”
“You rammed my arse. When you said bottoms up, I didn't understand something like that. You disgust me.”
“Wait what?! The boss told me that I said stuff like killing everyone!” Snow lifted an eyebrow.
“Oh really? If you ever said something like that, you wouldn't be alive as we speak. And by the way, if I chased you it's because you wanted to fuck my sister in a threesome with some dude. Like, what the actual fuck? Don't talk about someone's sister like that! That's, like, disgusting as fuck!”
Mike chuckled.
“Look who's being talkative all of a sudden. And I didn't know you had a sister! It was the mask who made me say those things.”
“You didn't wear any mask.” She replied angrily.
“God damn it! I swear that it wasn't me. I wore the mask and it took control of my body!”
“If that's the case, where's the mask now, huh?”
Mike gulped as he remembered that his employer took the object from him. At this rate, he would be thought to be complete liar and Snow would surely punish him if not kill him. He looked a bit embarrassed and the woman understood that something was off.
“You don't have it, do you?”
“No…”
Snow sighed turning her back to him.
“Don't tell me, miss Brown took it from you? I knew that something wasn't right. You should be glad that I understand it very easily. We've all been through it. Anyway, we should head to the extraction point, now that I found you.”
“Wait… you weren't supposed to kill me as a revenge or something?”
“What?! No!”
The man later found out that his boss was often messing with her new employees as a test of determination. When he got back to the main headquarters of the Order, he had to meet his employer at her personal office. He discovered one lady sitting in a big leather chair behind a oak desk with two stacks of papers on it.
“Welcome, bienvenu, Welkom, Wilkom! How was your trip? Good?”
“Hello, miss. I've heard that you wanted to see me, right?”
“Exactly! Come on, take a seat. Want some tea? Coffee? Wanna smoke? Cigar? Cigarette? Don't be shy! I won't bite.”
The man felt obliged and asked for a coffee which he got immediately from a coffee machine standing in the room.
“So, what do you want to discuss? Politics? Economy? Science? Sex?”
“Well, erm… I though that you wanted to see me for something…”
“At least I tried. She said with a smile. So, I wanted to talk to you in a professional way. You've succeeded in your mission. Now, I want to know everything about you. Your age, you address, your skills, your studies. Everything.”
Mike told her everything she wanted, even his past alcohol addiction. She seemed pleased as she was filling in a file about him. Once done, she pushed the 'enter' button of the keyboard.
“Good, very good. You're now a fully employed man of the Order. You will be moved to one of the offices near your region. You'll be delivering materials most of the time. When needed, you'll be transporting people like in your early missions. You can call me anytime, whether you need help or someone to talk to.”
He frowned.
“Are all your employees treated like that?”
“Yes. No exception. But I have to put you in Section New World, since you've experienced something supernatural.”
Somehow the discussion ended there and Mike found himself in his apartment without understanding what happened, he was standing in front of his door with luggage at his feet. A strong man stood outside of Blake's housing.
“Ready to go, sir?”
“Er… yes, I guess?”
Recently I've been having some problems with the game. I keep getting kicked out because my flash player crashes.
I thought it was just me but then a few other players complained to me about the same problem.
So since it's not just me I'm wondering if there's anyone that's having the same problem.
Please leave a comment if you do.
Also mention on which server pls
Here i post some drawings from museum that i liked and that inspired me ;-))
( .... not to forget the inspirations I got from the other artists here in the forum ;-)) ....)
I'm pretty sure there are words or expressions to take in many languages that could be fun to share for our little endeavors in here.
Here is a word : OLISBO
(it comes from ancient greek, meaning "leather phallus")
It's an artificial phallus. Yeah, a smart word to say dildo :-)
The funniest thing with this word is the example given in french dictionary to illustrate how to use it.
A guy went to Japan. There, he discovered the samurais going to war gave to their spouses a wooden reproduction of their dicks he called olisbo. So much smarter than what europeans did with the chastity belt !
And a french expression : "Etre chaud comme la braise" (to be hot as ember)
You'd say that of somebody very eager. The sexual implication is obvious, but it works in other situations (yeah, french is full of innuendos)
Sometimes, people ask me where I find my ideas when I play/write. Mostly, it's what my partner brings in, but as I thought about it, I realized something about the forum.
So, without further ado, some erotic works I liked:
1) Japan style
- Visual Novels
These games are something very akin to RP in MnF, and you can find all sorts of fantasies.
One I'm currently playing : Starless
- Hentai/Doujinshi
I'm not fan of the mainstream drawing codes of japanese comics, but there are some authors whose style I like: Kaiten Sommelier and Saigado.
- OAV
Same as hentai, but the Bible Black series had something.
2) Western style
- Comics: Milo Manara is an all time classic.
Atilio Gambedotti makes stories with real scenarios.
- Books: sorry, french here.
Guillaume Apollinaire's "11 000 verges" is a classic.
Pierre Louys is probably the most interesting french erotic writer.
- 3D art: this media has yet to find its master, but Blackadder has an interesting universe.
3) Porn
I'm not a big fan of porn. It's a very powerful media because it speaks directly to your loins, but I don't like how it impregnates the zeitgeist of our occidental cultures.
For me, real life sex can be played like porn for fun, but porn sex should never be thought as real life sex.
The nearest thing to a good movie director in this "art form" is Mario Salieri.
For the Internet generation, tushy.com tries to convey something with situations, looks and words that go a little further than the average ass banging.
Let's start a thread about books and what we're reading, because a forum for an online sex mmo is the perfect place for that
I wanted to start this thread because yesterday my brother lent me a few books to read/finish reading (My brothers a pretty big reader. He just finished memoirs of a geisha). I slacked off on reading for most of 2015/2016, and my own personal reading will probably be a bit slow because I have to read my university books first.
Here's a list of things I have just read, am reading now, or will read when I finish something else.
Reading now:
-Metro 2033 by Dmitry Glukhovsky
Will read:
-We by Yevgeny Zamyatin
Most of the required readings for university are plays, because my degree is in theatre. Reading plays isn't nearly as satisfying as watching them. Plays are a blueprint for a show (I think Harold Pinter said that. Probably. He said a lot of stuff).
"He he! Indeed, my nickname is based on a drink. Especially, a south korean vodka!" she answered to the bartender. "My friends got me this nickname after a wild night. Ahh, but that's a story for another time" laughing as her gaze met with that of the bartender, which was paying attention to every word that was escaping from her wonderful lips. As he was quickly checking his watch, he noticed that his shift was due. And seeing her standing at the counter, slightly leaning over, her wonderful curves showing even more in the Bar's light. Stepping on his heart and shyness, he managed to ask her:
"Miss, my shift is getting to an end. Would you like to sit down a little more, and enjoy a glass of wine together?"
"Already ahead of you. Made my choice. I'll just need someone to keep me company. I don't like to drink alone." her smile making the bartender remember why he couldn't take his eyes off her all the night.
"In this case miss, let me walk you to the booth." as the bartender was grabbing his backpack, fetching the wine bottle that she have chosen, along with two glasses, and making their way to a booth, at the back of the bar, that was usually used by the VIP customers, or the performers.
"Oh, secluded. I have to be honest with you and tell you that I really like it. I'm not very fond of big crowds, so this quiet spot is more than welcome!"
"I'm glad to hear that I picked the right place, miss! Please, after you!" the bartender helping her with the seat, opening the bottle, and pouring the wine for the two of them. The music was getting quieter, the most of the crowd was already heading to the exit. Only the dimmed lights remained inside the bar, to give the people the possibility to walk around the place. Soon enough, that bottle of wine was followed by another and another. Time flew by them. It was already closing time.
"Oh, already 2 in the morning! Damn, the time really flew by!" the bartender looking back at the wonderful lady that was sitting next to him in the booth.
"Well, my my! Indeed! But, I hope that it won't be too much of a disturbance. I am pretty new in town. Arrived just two days ago, and well, I can't recall the name of the hotel where I have my room. I know that is before the town center."
"Alright, I know the place. It's in the same direction with my house."
"Indeed? That's great! Maybe we can share the cab. And I know, I've already asked for too much. But I'd really like to take one bottle of that wine with me, back at the hotel." looking straight into the bartender's eyes, as she let out a giggle. Grabbing a bottle of her favorite wine, along with his backpack, returning to the gorgeous lady.
"Would you allow me to walk you, miss?" smiling, offering her a hand.
"Oh, but of course. And let me pay for that bottle!"
"It's on the house, my lady" her eyes rising, looking straight at the bartender, as she was searching for her wallet. "And you can call me V."
"S!", telling him this, as a giggle was escaping her lips. "But I'm sure you could have figure this out, given your beverage expertise"
"Indeed, I've figured it out. But didn't say anything, as only I could have listen to your sweet voice again"
Ordering a cab, on their way out, so they won't have to spend too much time in the cool breeze of the night. As they got in the cab, he put aside his backpack and the bottle of wine, telling the address of the hotel, to the driver. As he leaned back in the seat, he felt her hand grabbing his, and holding it tight. A bit surprised, not saying anything, he turned his head, looking at miss S. She was looking forward, like she was absent.
"Miss S?" asking her, almost like a whisper.
"Oh? Oh, yeah, sorry. I was thinking, and my mind drifted apart a bit. And well, to be honest, I don't really know how to say this."
A bit worried, the bartender added. "Is something wrong? Did something hapened tonight?"
"Oh, no, not at all. I felt really good. But, it's just, that." a small sigh escaping her lips, as she turned her head a little to the side, looking out on the window. "No, not gonna say anything."
The bartender getting a bit worried, as she didn't said anything, while the taxi was getting closer to the hotel. As the taxi stopped in front of the hotel, her grip on the bartender's hand got tighter, and before he could anything, he could hear her voice again, as she leaned towards him, whispering.
"Take that bottle, and come with me, please."
A bit surprised, the bartender couldn't help but add. "But miss, I don't think I should..."
"Please, I won't take no for an answer!" her hand pulling his already.
"Ah, I don't know, miss"
"I'm gonna drag you out of the cab, otherwise" a giggle escaping her lips again.
"Alright, alright." laughter bursting out in the cab, as V paid for the cab. "Thank you! Have a nice evening!"
Shortly he joined miss S, as they entered the hotel lobby, heading to the elevators. The beep of the doors, made him get back in his senses, as he still couldn't believe that she was at his side. They stepped in, and with a swift move, she pressed the floor button. And like out of nowhere, she turned around, giving him a quick kiss. Before he could realise it, the doors opened, and she grabbed his hand again, pulling him towards the room. She got the keycard out of her purse, opening the door, pulling them both inside, then giving the door a push, a bang ringing in the room, as the door shut behind them.
"I'm sure there are a couple of glasses on the cabinet" she told him, while she was putting aside her purse.
"Oh, right, found them!" telling this, as he opened the bottle, and poured the wine in the glasses. "Here you go, mi..."
As he turned around, his sentence was ended shortly by another kiss.
"Thank you, V! Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
The bottle being finished pretty quickly, S was heading to the edge of the bed, sitting down.
"God, can't wait to get this shoes off! The feet are killing me!"
"Would you let me help you, miss? I can give you a massage, if you wouldn't mind"
"Oh, I'd appreciate if you'd do it, mister!" a smile showing up on her face, as she was looking straight at the bartender.
Starting to unbuckle her shoes, slowly removing them, setting them aside. His hands starting to gently massage her feet, feeling her tensed muscles. As he slowly started to move higher with the massage, he leaned in, giving some soft kisses along her shins. His hands starting to move a little faster, massaging her legs higher, as he could feel her shivers running down on her every part of her soft, silky smooth skin. Before being able to do anything else, her hands grabbed him by the edge of his shirt, pulling him down on her.
"Come here!" she started to kiss him, while she was slowly laying down back on the bed, pulling him after her, still locked in the kiss. Her hands reaching down for his shirt, starting to unbutton it, as she gave him a deep look. As she removed his shirt, he embraced her, and turned around, laying on his back, getting her on top. With a swift move, her shirt ended up on the floor, revealing to him, a wonderful body, and an amazing pair of breasts, right in front of his face.
His hands moving along her sides, following the curves of her body, as she arched her back, before falling down on him, giving him a slow, deep kiss. Dwelling in the kiss, her sweet lips, locked against his, and her perfume numbing his senses, made his hands slide lower on her back, reaching and unbuckling her bra. With a slow brush of a finger along her spine, shivers were running through her body, making her back arch, rising, revealing those perfect, round breasts to him.
With a burning desire in her eyes, her hand began to slide lower on him, her nails brushing against his skin, as she reached for his belt. With a swift move, he grabbed her hand, and hold it in place.
"What happened? You don't want it?" with a worried look on her face, but with the lust still burning in her eyes, she looked at the bartender.
"Oh, and how I want it, S, but let me treat you first!" and as he finished this sentence, he started to kiss her sweet lips once again, but this time, his kisses made their way lower, gently, all the way, over her sweet body, all the way from her lips, to her neck, then lower, his lips meeting her perfect breasts, but not stopping there. As he lowered himself, his kisses covering her stomach, his hands were running along her sides, reaching for the edge of her skirt, pulling it down.
"Oh, cheeky!", escaped her lips, while his kisses reached the edge of her panties. His breathing getting heavier, as her back arched again, making her raise her bottom a little. As he reached higher with his hands, cupping her breasts, he leaned forward, starting to kiss her through her panties. Her hands were reaching down, grabbing the bartender's, while he was kissing her thoroughly. As she felt the kisses, she brought back her hands, alongside her body, her fist opening, before closing again, squeezing the white sheets as she was swaying her hips, her legs brushing up and down against the bed.
"Oh my, V! Just let me, ah, let me..." she couldn't finish the sentence, before she raised her hips again, and with a swift but gentle move, she removed her panties, opening up to the bartender eyes, her beautiful pussy, that sweet view. "Please, go on mister!"
"Hmm, as you wish miss!" being the last words the bartender said, before leaning back in, starting to kiss her soft, moist lips, without the fabric to cover it's texture.
A few minutes passed; twitches, swayings, shivers; before she gently pushed him back with her leg, getting at the edge of the bed, on her knees, looking into the bartender's eyes, with a burning flame of passion.
Her hand ran lower over his body, reaching down to his crotch, feeling the erection through the pants. With a quick move, his pants were already down around his ankles, and her hand was wrapped around his shaft.
As she began stroking, his words slowly become just a mix of mumbles, pantings and groans. He could feel his knees starting to get weaker, as she increased the pace, the anticipation building up inside him, as he could have see her lustful gaze looking up to him, while she let her head lean in closer to his already throbing member. At the moment her soft lips wrapped around his throbing shaft, shivers pierced through whole his body, making him arch his back, and stick his hips forward. With a smirk on the corner of her mouth, she let go of his manhood, raised a little, kissed him, and whispered to him.
"I think you're ready!" slowly letting herself fall down on the bed, with her hands wrapped around his neck, as she would have guided him over her. She then opened her legs a bit, just so he could get inside her. She then pulled him down even more, whispering next to his ear.
"Take me!" With a quick thrust, he got inside her. His shaft getting wrapped around by her sweet, soft, warm pussy. A thing he didn't even thought about, at the start of his shift, and even after he saw her for the first time. But here he was, laying in bed with this wonderful woman, her hands wrapped tight around his back, as he was fucking her.
And so they went for what it seemed like an eternity. Her sweet pussy tightening and squeezing him, keeping his shaft inside her. Her moans next to his ear, the way she moved her hips, were slowly making him reach the limit.
And as the first Sun rays were breaking through the window, finding her on top of him, with her legs around his back, she came. Her legs shaking, her grip around his neck getting tighter. His cock started to throb even harder, ready to release everything he had. She jumped off his cock, wrapped her hand around his pulsating member and stroke him hard. It didn't take more than a couple of thrusts, before he released his load all over her stomach. She leaned over him, pushing him down in the sheets, as her arms wrapped around him and her lips locking with his, in a slow, deep kiss.
"Thank you for this, mister. I wouldn't have thought that one night at the bar would end in this way!"
"I should be the one to thank you, miss! It's been one of my greatest nights!"
I've been toying around with poses and drawings for a while but as a free-player, my access to poses is limited and I don't want to make a male character and train him, lol. I would like to get-into-bed with premium players that are willing and that have all the premium poses available in their characters so that I could take several screenshots in a different number of set ups.
I need as much diversity as I can get so there are no conditions for looks, sex or types. Anyone is welcome to offer theselves as a sacrifice, errr... as a model and keep in mind that I'll suck your blood, I mean: take lots and lots of screenshots of your avatars.
Please contact me by leaving a comment on this thread, via forum PM, or if you spot me in-game as Milanni but,only if you don't have an issue with these conditions:
1. I don't want to get into the nightmare of keeping track of what avatar belongs to 'x' or 'y' person so if you will need to keep in mind that I won't necessarily mention your name(s) in every single drawing where your avatar shows up. I will definitely have a thank you note at the bottom of thread where the drawings show up mentioning everyone that helped me but that's as far as I can go.
2. I will ask for specific actions from you. For example, I'll be asking you to use the manual penetration setting so I that I can take a screenshot where the avatars have certain expressions and are in certain positions. Please, don't misinterpret those requests with me trying to have sex or get anything from you other than a damned good screenshot.
3. Lastly, don't try to escalate the session into role-playing or anything else. Our chat during the screenshot will remain friendly, you can offer ideas and I will request positions/actions from you.
If you feel uncomfortable at any time during the process or you don't like how I'm talking to you, feel free to voice your concern or ask me to stop, etc. I'm not as strict as I might be coming off in this post...
If you want to, I can send you the screenshots or show them to you.
Any questions, feel free to leave them as a comment on the thread so I can clarify this request as much as possible.
Thanks!
PS to the mods: I'm not sure if this thread belongs here or not. I hope it does since I'm trying to ask something from the general community but if it should be posted elsewhere, (I'm sorry!) please move it to where it belongs.
Hello fellow forumners ! For those that don't know me, everything's here: http://www.mnfclub.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1518 Always wanted to write a story with a little help from my friends. Cindra accepted. Good news: Cindra speaks natively english, and she's quite the wordsmith. Don't expect swashbuckling between us, but some belts may unbuckle...
So, without further ado, I'm posting the incipit :-) (Cindra will reply later, we're not in the same time zone)
------------------------- Slrrp, slrrp, slrrp. It's not the sound that woke me up first. At the beginning, it was this feeling my glans was huge and burning, sunk in a moist and magic potion, suspended from the stiff and hard shaft my erect dick is. My eyes are closed, my mind is at peace, focused on the heat and moisture that's now all over my cock. Slrrp, slrrp, slrrp. The sound is somewhat hypnotic, all the more it's like an echo to what I feel with my dick. A languid back and forth between the nearly electric excitation of my glans and the soothing dive of my rod in a lukewarm bath. Slrrp, slrrp, slrrp. Cindra is sucking me. Just thinking this, my cock hardens in her mouth. She alternates the licks on the brake or the crown of my glans (to nudge me) with the throating of my cock (to make me cum). From time to time, she dives her nose in my balls, to smell them while massaging them delicately with her mouth. I open my eyes. I see my dick between her lips, glistening from her saliva. She looks back at me, hornier as she feels my cock getting harder and bigger. Slrrp, slrrp, slrrp She puts her hand at the base of my rod and begins to wank me slowly. "You were so hard when I woke up, I thought I had to suck you !" "I love your mouth, please go on" Cindra goes back to her blowjob. As she knows I'm completely woke up now, she acts with vigour, gulping as much of my dick between her lips as she can, twirling her tongue, her hand following the rythm of her mouth. She wanks the part of my cock she can't throat. I love this unique feeling of being literally pumped. I feel the sperm accumulating in my balls. I feel the weight of my full balls, stretching my cremaster. I feel my rod hardening and swelling even more. I feel my glans opening. I imagine the eye of my uretra dilated in her mouth, opening more each time she uses her tongue. "it's so good, Cindra, keep sucking me" She gives the tempo. I can only follow. I fight (a little) against the rising pleasure, then I surrender and let myself go. Slrrp, slrrp, slrrp. The sound is more frenzied. Cindra knows I'm about to cum. While she's wanking my cock moist from her saliva and my presperm, she looks at me, lascivious: "I'm going to make you jizz with my mouth" My cock shakes as she says that. Cindra uses this moment to take me back in her mouth, slooooowly making my shaft disappear between her lips, going as deep as she can. When she's there, she looks at me one last time. "Fuck ! So good ! C'mon, make me cum" I nearly shout it SLRRP, SLRRP She sucks quick and strong. I feel the sperm rising from my balls to my glans. it's like a wave. My dick, my tip are dilated like 10, 100 times. My body is tense, hard, from what she's doing with her mouth. She is like the moon and me the tide. "RAAAH!!!" I cum in her mouth. I melt in her mouth. I cry in her mouth. It's stolen time, an orgasm I don't want to stop. Then it stops. Cindra makes a half amused half bothered face and goes swiftly to the bathroom while I try to find my breath back and smile at the same time. 5 minutes later, she's lovingly nested in my arms. I'm relaxed. "Ian ?" "Yes ?" "I hope you'll be hard again in no time, because now I've got an urgent need of your dick in my pussy !" We smile both. "For you, I'll find a way, always"
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