Inspired after reading Fenix’s “My Journey” and Kyrios’ “A Leaf On The Breeze” I have decided to start sharing my own adventures within the world of MnF Club. I only joined recently but have already had a lot of fun (as I think many are aware) and made some awesome friends. Names of those involved may be omitted or changed (unless they are happy being named), but if you do recognise yourself and feel like saying “omg that’s me” then go ahead.
 
(By Lexi not me, obvs - Kyr)
(All adventures are her own)

Hello all,

I recently discussed some RP ideas with a dear lady friend of mine, and somehow it inspired the following piece. It's a little rough around the edges, and far from perfect, but I had great fun writing it. It's also a bit longish, but not as much as "Randy in Humpingland"... anyway, here it is.

A Mild Butler’s Daydream
 
As usual, I rose before dawn, making sure
Everything was neat and tidy, the staff ready
To perform their daily chores, sober and demure
As required by our dear mistress, a lady
 
    Of impeccable taste and noble upbringing,
    Strict, exacting and yet quite generous toward
    Us all. If our performance proves satisfying,
    She would herself bestow a most lavish reward…
 
… but I digress. At eight o’clock sharp, milady
Rang and I obediently answered her summons,
Repairing to the quaint, wood-paneled study
Whose bay window allows a glimpse of the gardens.
 
    “You rang, milady?” I tactfully inquired.
    “Yes, please come over and look”, she answered primly,
    Elegant and gorgeous as always, attired
    In a silk nightgown of tasteful simplicity.
 
“I’d like to review the guest list, and the seating
Arrangement accordingly”, she added, never
Looking up. Her left hand, however, wandering
Sideways, came to rest idly upon my trouser.
 
    “You did good, placing lord Cummingham to the right
    Of lady Wyldechilde; these two will play the teasing
    Game under the table” she continued. Her bright
    Eyes still perusing the guest list at length, reading
 
Aloud some of the names, she absentmindedly
Began to caress and grope my crotch, triggering
A painfully hard erection. “I’m pleased, really;
This deserves a bonus”, she quipped, slowly smiling.
 
    Without further ado, she lowered my pants down,
    Quite pleased with what she uncovered, stiff and ready
    For her ministrations; she then removed her gown
    And stood there naked, irresistibly sultry.
 
“Why don’t you come here and get your prize?” she whispered,
Coyly reclining on a nearby canapé,
Legs spreading wide, her moist, swollen pussy offered
For the taking… “Well? Serve your mistress, my valet!”
 
    I had no choice but to comply dutifully;
    Leaning close, holding her hips, I pushed my throbbing
    Cock as deep as I could; she moaned arousingly
    As my thrusts shook her body, accelerating
 
Steadily, her manicured nails clawing my back,
Her round, perky breasts brushing close against my chest;
“Harder… yes!” she cried hoarsely; not taken aback,
And with renewed vigor I obeyed her request;
 
    Soon her cunt began tightening spastically,
    And with a great, shuddering tremor we both came,
    Waves of coital pleasure and sweet ecstasy
    Washing over us. Feeling a slight twinge of shame,
 
I rose up, and with returning formality
Announced: “Thank you, milady… do you require
Anything else of me?” She pondered quietly
Before answering with a smile: “Perhaps later”.
 
    Now maybe you’ll understand why being a butler
    Has many perks beyond a decent salary,
    Food and lodging; when your mistress is your lover,
    Would you pass up such wondrous opportunity?


Cheers,

Ivan

Hello people,

Please don't hold it against me... but inspiration drives me to write and post, so do forgive me for adding yet another poem to the forum . As usual, your comments are always welcome.

Together

Sunset is here, setting ablaze the horizon
In hues of saffron and lavender darkening
The skies above. Evening stars alight, whereupon
Shadows secretive and silent start appearing.
 
    My step quickens, my heart soars, overwhelmed with joy
    As I hasten forward, imperceptibly drawn
    By the siren song of your presence, to enjoy
    The impending night, awaiting the coming dawn
 
        Together, my dearest love,
        Our two souls rejoined and whole.
 
Perhaps we shall talk the hours away, walking
Quietly under the cascading waterfall,
Dew-like droplets from the misty haze dampening
Your luscious hair, as your soft-spoken words enthrall
 
    Me completely; perhaps we shall repair instead
    To the sandy shores of the lagoon, entering
    The surf skyclad, our lover’s lustful embrace led
    By the slow, rhythmic tides of the sea, climaxing
 
        Together, my dearest love,
        Our two bodies merged as one.
 
Whether resting in your arms or captivated
By our shared anecdotes, in the throws of passion
Most rewarding, or pulling pranks unabated
On each other, laughing with playful abandon,
 
    Not a day goes by without you occupying
    My waking thoughts or deepest dreams; ‘tis destiny,
    Mi corazón, and I believe with increasing
    Conviction that we are indeed fated to be
 
        Together, my dearest love,
        Our two selves truly complete.

Ivan

Hi! Cath's here!

So, I was a bit bored and so I thought of what I could do to entertain this forum. I had some ideas, but they weren't very entertaining, but I remembered someone who proposed to Vally or Sharp if there will be a general chat, here we are!

Unlike Unofficial Music Thread or A SPACE TO SHOW YOURSELF, here you can talk about something you want.

Feel free to express yourself about something you like

I'm a musician, so the few times I'm inspired to write poetry, there's a tune in my head as I write. But this time, I actually wanted to write a song. So this is dedicated to someone who, in every sense of the phrase, rocked my world.

Inspired by this tune: Monkey Island 2 - Campfire. If I could repeat the first two verses and the chorus I would (and might put it into a quickie chiptune someday), but for now this'll do.

(Use of Comic Sans is entirely intentional.)


Oh I came to this island
In search of booty
An F-word, a means to an end (To an end)
But lo and behold,
I tell ye truly,
The F-word that I found, it was Friend.

There truly be no happier sight
Than two singing lovebirds
Singing sweet nothings only for their ears! (For their ears)
One day, I saw this sight
And then I realized
Without a lovebird of my own, I just had tears.

CHORUS:
If I only wanted the kind o' fun that would
Let me work out my wrist
Then I ne'er, e'er would have known
All the treasure I missed.

I'll ne'er forget when I met my match,
A blonde mighty pirate!
I knew she be a keeper from the start. (From the start)
I ne'er met a lass like her,
A muse so inspired!
With razor wit, she bushwhacked into my heart.

I ne'er thought a moment
I'd take her fancy
It was the first and last of our flings. (Our flings)
We poked fun at layabouts
Who looked just like us
With bad puppeteers pulling the strings.

CHORUS

I ne'er did laugh so hard
But then she leaned over
And told me she had an iron lung (Iron lung)
She held her breath for
A full ten minutes!
Then I spoke no more but ne'er held my tongue.

Ne'er did I e'er think
I'd find my Marley
Dressed up like a Threepwood in disguise. (In disguse)
When that fateful day came
And she had to leave me
It truly was the saddest o' goodbyes.

CHORUS

I ne'er wished to give her up
To the waters
Parting with her truly be the worst. (The worst)
Since then there be diamonds
Which caught my attention
But how do ye e'er forget the first?

So if ye should come across
A rare piece o' booty
Beautiful and brighter than the sun, (The sun)
Cherish that treasure
While ye find it
And be sure'n that ye have all kinds of fun.

CHORUS:
If I only wanted the kind o' fun that would
Let me work out my wrist
Then I ne'er, e'er would have known
All the treasure I missed.

If I only wanted the kind o' fun that would
Let me work out my wrist
Then I ne'er, e'er would have known ye...
Oh, ye treasure I miss.

I created this thread as an acknowledgement and to show my appreciation.  I was able to reach a Dev through Support with a request I had been told by many was a non-starter.  She/He was able to do exactly what I asked for.  You made my day.  I am new to this game and it was so refreshing to see this kind of support.  Many thanks to both teams.  And, it never hurts to ask nicely.

How to cancel credit card automatic renewals~ Who can happy me ~thanks very much~

Tonight I looked upon the sky
Imagined a way to come back
A way to change the past
A way to find my future

The moments that passed
Will never come back
The memories last
But the feelings will collapse


Not my usual piece, a bit short and jumps all over. Just one that I needed to write down.

Detective Reid Bailley:  (after a week without work you might have thought I'd be downgrading to cheap whiskey.  Blackmail, Larceny, murder, the usual cases were all under my belt.  But nothing, nothing could prepare me for this case....)

RB:  Come in.
Anna Teal:  Hi Mr. Bailley.  Name your price.  I need info on this and i need it fast.
RB:  hold your horses maam, there's only a few cases i won't take.  What's the bug under your rug?
AT:  It's this guy I'm dating.  You may have heard of him...he's....well
RB: yes, who is he? (she was more nervous than most of my clients)
AT:  Clark Zimmerbirg, the CEO of Farcebook
RB:  I see.  He unfriended me last year, but I'm not surprised.  (heh heh i wondered if i should tell my client about the saucy things i had put on that site to reverse blackmail clients.  I decided not to, for now)  What do you want me to research miss?
AT:  Your aren't intimidated by his riches? you don't think he'll higher some thugs to come after you?
RB:  He's a philanthropist right?  nah he wouldn't hurt a fly...
AT:  ON THE CONTRARY MR> DICK BAILLEY (she steadied herself) I mean, can i call you Reid?  He WANTS ME TO DO BDSM!  WITH HIM!!!
RB:  Just because he's rich and powerful doesn't mean you have to address his every whim and fancy.  But just to be sure of this Anna, are you 100% sure it's BDSM?  what clue words got you thinking this...
AT:  well, to be honest, it's not what he's said, it's what he's pointed to
RB:  His dick size?
AT:  no, if only that were the case.  After sex, he tells me that if i'm a good girl, I'll get to see his "special room"
RB:  Hmmm, well i understand the concern.  Some movie a friend was telling me about had a similar event. 
AT:  so MR. Bailley, can you hack into the room?
RB:  Well Ms. Teal, it's gonna cost you.  $20,00 greenbacks
AT:  Deal 
RB:  (i was a bit off put because i could tell she would have paid me more had i asked for it.  But asking alot also means getting alot.  What could be the secret Clark Zimmerberg was hiding?  20K was enough to get it)
RB:  Alright Ms. Teal, but I'll need your cooperation.  Being a silicon valley type, he'll likely have some sort of keycard,  likely by his desk drawer.  (i handed her a machine i happened to have from a rival of Mr. Zimmerberg who worked at MySpecies.) You don't have to bring me the physical keycard, just scan Mr. Zimmerberg's card with this machine, just like you would a credit card.  Put that scanned copy in your purse and bring it to me.  that is, unless you want to go into the room...........alone..........
AT:  MR BAILLEY! i'll do it but never! never suggest that i have to go into that room!  What would my mother think if i was into BDSM?
RB:  What would she think.......indeed (kinky thoughts ran through my head until a taxi cab honked outside my door).  Anyways, bring me the key. 
AT:  how will you get into his mansion?
RB:  Mr. Zimmerberg has enemies, that have owed me a favor.  Let's just say i have...connections.
AT:  You mean other people know of his love for BDSM and want to blackmail him for it.
RB: (i tried to suppress a laugh, and managed to just in time.  Boy was this dame naieve).  Something like that.  you get me the card, and i'll finish the rest.

I smoked some tar and went about my work.  Why was it that i suspected something far too easy was within my reach?

(the next day)...

AT:  I got the card.  It happened to be pretty easy to get
RB: (i interrupted her before i forgot my plan) great job dollface.  Now, assuming you sleep with him at night.
AT:  (she in turn interrupted me)  yes i do, but that's the worst.  All we do is fuck in missionairy.  EVERY FUCKING NIGHT
RB:  well miss, if you don't mind me asking, why are you so afraid of kinky sex?  don't you think it would be "spicier" than missionary?
AT:  well you do make a point Mr. Bailley
RB:  Nevermind, just hang in there one more night.  From "other sources" I happened to obtain the floorplans and keycards to his mansion.  That, and with the one you just gave me, will get me into the "secret room", without leaving a single fingerprint.  Do your "missionary work" one more night sweet cheeks and the secret of that room, in full photos, will be revealed.  What you do with that information is up to you....
AT:   Got it Mr. Dick

(that night)
( I heard Anna and Mr. Zimmerberg going at it pretty hard.  Either she had lied to me about not enjoying missionary or she was feeling quite a bit relieved to know the contents of the room the next day.  Though the sex was hot and loud, I had a job to do. 
I slowly opened the door, ecstatic that both Anna Teal and my curiosity could finally be quenched.  I turned on the flashlight and jumped back!  I bit my tongue so as to not let out a shout.  Why in the world did my flashlight shine on the shiniest pair of Super Sonico eyes i'd ever seen?  The lifeless and yet all too-lifelike resemblance to the popular anime figure confirmed my deepest most disturbing belief:  IT was true.  Mr. Zimmerberg was easily the sickest fucker I had ever seen.  in all my years!  I left immediately and tried to prepare to tell Anna Teal about the contents of the room.)

(the next day, in Reid Bailley's office)
AT:  So did everything go as planned?
RB:  sure did miss.  I won't spoil it for you by saying:  I think you're not going to like what i saw.
AT:  OH Mr. Bailley?  What was it ?  BDSM?  severed heads?  pieces of flesh?  used chewing gum?
RB:  If only that were true Mr. Teal.  It's much, much much worse.
AT:  What could it be.

(I paused, and couldn't believe the words were coming out of my mouth)

RB:  Ms. Teal, (i stuttered, but had to finish the job)  Mr. Zimmerberg, is...........
an otaku.
AT:  An otaku?  is that some BDSM code or something?
RB:  Much worse.  (how could i explain this.....I tried to use words...)  Ms. Teal, ever remember seeing "Japanese animation" shows in the 80s and 90s, stuff like Speed Racer, Akira, Pokemon and stuff like that?
AT:  sure the neighbors used to watch that and i'd see some of it through my window...
RB:  Imagine being addicted to those eastern shows.  BUT ON CRACK!  Ms. Teal, the room was covered, not with BDSM ropes and such, but with what is known in Japan as "Dakimikura"
AT:  Oh, is that a Japanese condom?  seems pretty trivial
RB:  Oh no, you wish it was a Japanese condom.  The names of Mr. Zimmerberg's other "girlfriends" were spotless.  I expected them to be covered in cum, but it's much worse that they weren't.
AT:  oh.  hmm that explains why he asks me not to shower for a few days after he came into my hair.  It's a bit embarrassing...
RB:  Ms. lemme get to the point, then elaborate.  The sad truth is, YOU are the fuck toy. 
AT:  But, aren't all those pillows his fuck toys? 
RB:  no , if only it were true.  You see, like most geeks, dweebs, and nerds.  Mr. Zuckerberg treats humans as drivel, on account of them not being as smart as he is.  It's especially true because his "treasures" were spotless. 
AT:  NO MR> BAILLEY! IT can't be true!
RB:  Ms. Teal, sometimes the truth hurts.  Mr. Zimmerberg has 1 fuck toy, and 32 wives.
AT: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
RB:  (she left the room and threw the 20 grand onto the table.  The only redeeming thought I had was that Anna Teal would have much better appreciation for the healthier fetishes in life, especially BDSM, and maybe an occasional foot fetish friend.  Yes, she had found out the inconvenient truth, that the rich, treated PEOPLE AS FUCK DOLLS).