Scribe's Retreat (SRP Profile, Ideas, Archives, Current Writings... and so on)

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A beautiful Roman villa welcomes you, as your footsteps bring you to this not-quite modest house on the seaside cliffs. The sun is bright, and the seabirds fly overhead, as the wind caresses you. A small fountain burbles, its clear waters dancing and bubbling before you.

I joined Literotica about five years ago, and, after a hiatus, decided to return to writing. My mailbox is full of ideas I've sent to others, and I thought I'd do a little "house" cleaning by setting up a lounge. I'll probably use this thread as a "rough draft" of various stories I'm working on. Roleplay is welcome here, although, as a male, I roleplay with women. This thread is under construction. Besides the SRP Profile and Ideas, I'll add an archive of stories I've written (some of which I wish to continue), characters I use in my stories (all female for some reason), a little about myself personally, and some idea of the madness behind my writing.

EDIT: Hopefully back again for more writing!
 
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The Parlor: My SRP Profile

Within the parlor, you may recline as the soft wind breezes through the room, accompanied by the soft light from outside. Chilled water splashes in a smaller fountain, where glass stoppered bottles hold delicious liquids designed for consumption. There is privacy here, though you are welcome. Scribe frequently welcomes his guests here. Herein, you see a bust of Scribe. It is does not look like him at all, though which one is the true Scribe is not apparent.

Gender and Orientation: Female and male characters. I write with female writers playing female characters. Although I'm male, my female characters tend to be more colorful than my male ones. I even have a nice submissive transgendered one might enjoy...

Age: Flexible, up to middle-aged.

Power Exchange: Any. I've written BDSM and dom, but prefer implicit relationships.

Race: Any. Preference for Caucasian and Asian.

Bodytype: Any. Myself, I take yoga classes, and am working on improving my body.

Alternate species/fantasy races/furries/mutations: I've written different species, but prefer human.

Settings: I've written in different settings, but perfer modern day, sometimes with a twist. I've come up with some crazy ideas. :rolleyes:

Likes/kinks and Hard Limits: Flexible. Rabbit Hole profile: http://rh.greydawn.net/browse.php?c=Scribe

Availability: Often. I also communicate with my partners over YM and PM to let them know what's going on. I prefer partners with YM so we can brainstorm the story, as well as say hi. In the late evenings, PST, I'm sometimes available for online roleplay. And I'm very good at it.

Additional Comments: Tom had some good boilerplate, so I'm going to be a better artist and steal: :D
- Write at least once every week.
- Write at least a two paragraph response (one line responses and lack of detail is boring)
- Proper spelling, etc. (I use a spell checker)
- Able to help in the creation of the plot and story line with me. To go with the flow and not force my character in a specific direction unless we have discussed prior.
- Communicate with me. I don't want to just be role playing with no feedback and such, I like to discuss the progress, if we want to change anything, etc. I prefer to IM on YM vs. the PM here on Lit.
- Fast buildup to sex. I'd like to start writing the steamy stuff within the first page. Y'know, because I like sex.
- See my "Scribe's Retreat" for more details, including storylines I would like to continue or restart!


I found a few Adult Roleplay Profile sites, although the one I'm currently using was originally from a furry site. If anyone recommends another site, especially one with a "matching" feature, do let me know. I'll update this entry when I have some time.

Scribe
* Found at: Literotica, Blue Moon, YM
* Other Preference, Switch, often dom
* Modern time period preferred.
* Preferred fantasy level: Some Fantasy

Character Notes:
I`m a male writer, but prefer writing female characters, for some odd reason. :heart:

Profile on Rabbit Hole:
http://rh.greydawn.net/browse.php?c=Scribe

My hours for online roleplay are best after 10pm PST, but if catch me online, please suggest. Phone play is best on weekends, after 2am PST.
 
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The Writing Room: Ideas

This room is strewn with papers and the floor itself is barely visible. The sunlight from the parlor echoes here, as a silent sweet breeze wafts gently. A lofty oaken desk, ink quill, and stack of hand-pressed paper rests upon the desk. A creaky old wooden chair on rollers sits idly in the sunlight. Echoes of mutterings and internet thesauruses lie just beyond.

Some random ideas sent from my PM.

Crazy Otaku Mangaka Sex-Auction Thread:
http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=38838963&postcount=1274

Incest and The Doll:
http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=38838972&postcount=1275

A Corrupt Priest of a Forgotten Town Finds a Young Visitor:
http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=38838956&postcount=1273

A Man Seeks Immortality from a Mermaid:
http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=38838727&postcount=1272

Rave and Sissy:
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=38672981&posted=1#post38672981

First person sex:
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=35180093#post35180093

There Goes My Hero: FxF cop / witness thread
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=673234

Sailor Hentai / Schoolgirl NC scene:
http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=35181352&postcount=33

Test Pilot: You've been selected to test an unusual pod craft which crash landed on an unexplored area of the planet. Your superiors believe the space craft somehow utilizes psychic energy from the pilot. Mechanical tentacles. Thanks to C for this one.
http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/222/d/d/test_pilot_by_elpinoy.jpg

Mischief: Mischievous deceased lovers who possess other couples. Since ghosts can't touch each other (well, at least in this thread) they possess living people to have sex -- and this certainly has an effect on the lives of the living!

Cat and Mouse: Absolute silliness. Devourer of Worlds, aka. Eric the Kitten, finds a fairy and gets kitty high.
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=673508

The Light Music Club: Japanese high school student SRP, with sub/dom overtones. K-ON parody, of all things...!
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=678012
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=35172424&posted=1#post35172424

Twister: Just a game of Twister that becomes a lot more! Thanks to C.

AskMen.com: Office fantasy.
http://www.askmen.com/video/entertainment/937-sexy-agent-provocateur-commercial.html

Druid: A sexual ritual between druid and the forest. Thanks to C.
http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs20/f/2007/253/7/4/Druid_by_Va5ilich.jpg

Creative Writing: Currently pitching to i.
How about a creative writing class in which you have a crush on your teacher, and start submitting naughty stories? I receive them anonymously, then you call me at my office. You then start reading aloud your next story, and we do some mutual masturbation for our first scene?

My Onee-Chan: incest (sis x sis), sub/dom, schoolgirls, NC, public humiliation, yandere. Will write with E.
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=35230436#post35230436

Night and Death: Your character is violated in the nightmare, and, at the climax, hears "unspeakable words". She thinks that, if she finds out which of her roommates says these words and "silences" him, the nightmares will end. Your character tries to track down the person giving her the nightmares by seducing each of her roommates. (Each roommate is a man.) At the climax of sex in "real life" she hears the words the man said to her in her nightmare and kills him off. However, the nightmare continues. After three (or two) men die... *SPOILER* We jump to an unfamiliar room, and it turns out she's screaming these words in a padded cell in an asylum. Thanks to E.

Subway: "I'm interested in a subway hentai thread. I've written one before, in which an older man and a younger woman have public sex on a subway using cellphones as "toys", then retire to his apartment for "rope play". I'm sure you've seen pics of this Japanese fetish."

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=377605&highlight=subway

Twins: "My twin (a girl) has a crush on a girl, but is shy, so asks your twin (also a girl) to ask her out. Your twin thinks the crush is kinda cute. You find out the crush isn't the pristine angel your twin thinks she is, but, because you like the naughtiness, because you're not comfortable with ruining your sister's image of her crush, and because you don't want to tell your sister about your kinky side, you continue the facade of the crush being a "good" person, and therefore continue the relationship. The punchline of the story is that your sister craves *you* and recruited the crush (who though you were hot) to help find out if you were into the same kinks as she was! The last scene is a threesome. The thread takes place at a Japanese all-girl's school."

Japanese School uniforms: http://5magazine.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/japanese-school-girls-in-their-uniforms1.jpg

Sexy Schoolgirl uniforms: http://www.3wishes.com/schoolgirl.asp
http://www.lalalingerie.com/costumes-schoolgirl-costumes-c-2_14.html

Bible Black: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=32428851#post32428851

Hospital: M/F
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=38870947#post38870947
 
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The Library: Archives

"Well, hello," a polite voice says. It is Angela, a tall redheaded young woman, whose hair normally flows down past her shoulders and waist. But, here, she plays the role of librarian, as her hair is put up in a slightly large bun. She peers at you above her unnecessary half-glasses, paired with her ruffled crisp white shirt and knee-length skirt. She holds within her hands an old leather book. Perhaps you notice that the book is incomplete. She smiles at you, as she closes the book shut and places it, with the other books, on the oaken bookshelf. "Would you like to read a story? Or perhaps be in one?"

Twins: F/F incest on Blue Moon
http://forum.literotica.com/private.php?do=showpm&pmid=27510680

My Daughter's Boyfriend:
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=726199

Ironic Teachings: F/F, Asian and caucasian.
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=675747

A Little One on One: M/F, first person. I love first person sex.
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=577407

A Cat and Mouse Game: Very fun. Very silly.
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=673508

School Classroom Humiliation Scene: From a Sailor Hentai thread!
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=35181352&posted=1#post35181352

Policewoman (MxF):
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=736889

The Light Music Club: Japanese high school student SRP, with sub/dom overtones. K-ON parody, of all things...!
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=678012
http://forum.literotica.com/showthre...1#post35172424

Alice in Hentailand threads:
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=647959
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=517202

Note: Working Miyuki-Chan in Wonderland link: http://manga.animea.net/miyuki-chan-in-wonderland.html

Mermaid: (fxf)
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=37841953#post37841953

Shinto priestesses:
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=521742

Halloween party (warning: d*ckgirl):
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=379389

Lost lovers returning as ghosts (thread died):
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=466226

More possession (thread closed):
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=672413

Even more! (thread died):
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=671139

The Quarterback (thread died): sub/dom
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=679928

If you are interested in continuing a story, please PM me. :heart:
 
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Angela's Office

You enter the corner of what looks like an office, high in the sky above the earth. Just visible through the tall windows is the ground below, a cacophony of city buildings and scrapers. Strange, but, after the other anachronisms, not unexpected. Angela is not here, of course, but her desk lies before you, neatly strewn with appointments for her to keep. A brief glance at her schedule shows that she is hardly a librarian at all.

Attraction: A Pirate Story
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=38856189&posted=1#post38856189

Thursday Night at the Club: Angela strips and teases another woman.
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=393990

Drinking Buddies: Angela joins Natalie in the living room.
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=389321

Party Girl: A little more exotic fun.
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=380255


Other links to Angela's threads will be placed here. I would love to continue these threads. :heart:
 
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Jacqueline's Lair

Somehow, you stumble within the depths of the cliffside, as the stairs wind down and flickering torches feebly light your way. Water drips through the walls, the cool clammy worn stairs leading to an impressive set of dark doors ahead of you. Seeing no handles, you eventually find a recessed button and the doors part. You see across the room a woman, her feet atop her black desk, a black pen within white teeth within red lips. Her hair is also tight in a bun, but perfectly so. It seems that this is her nature. Next to the desk is a mannequin, a red and black striped corset, powerful as it is restraining. She herself, of creamy white skin, is wearing a flowing yet tight red dress, out of place, but not for her. She looks up at you, smiles at your temerity, then benefits you a slight scowl. She waves you out, as the doors (somehow) close, sending you back to the end of the stairs.

Another Day at the Mall: Because the S in S&M stands for shoes!
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=32284334

The Callgirl:
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=32385135#post32385135

If you're interested in continuing the thread, send me a PM!
 
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The Boudiour of Myavi

The dark black room, of purples and light, beckons ahead of you, as the sunlight from above barely penetrates throught the gauzy streams of thin fabric across the ceiling, landing upon the four-post bed. Numerous plush animals rest here, untouched by its inhabitant. Myavi's room is here, part hiding hole, part gaol, for there is part of Myavi she does not wish for others, such as herself, to see. A splashing of water is the only sound you here, as the woman steps out, water in rivulets down her ethnically dark skin. She is the Eurasian woman, Myavi, a lithe girl, whose small stature belies. Her dark hair sticks to her shoulders, as she wraps a white thick towel around her body. She looks up at you, and says, "Oh." She gently approaches you, eyes flickering between you and the floor. Still dripping with water, she says, as if intruding, "May I help you?"

I have an idea for the cosplayers out there. It involves Myavi and *very* close measurements. Thanks to S.

Hall of Lost Women:
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=672413

Last Call for Love:
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=583179

Not So Blind:
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=465478

Jewels:
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=726568


I'm nicely surprised at the reception women writers have to Myavi. I'd love to start a new thread or continue one of the above ones.
 
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Scribe's Quarters

A rather nondescript area. The room is busy with this-and-that, yet you cannot quite focus on what you should be seeing.

Mermaid Plot

One thought is that she's rescued by the Preistesses of the Water. They protect the oceans, although their village does contain unscrupulous fishermen who attack mermaids. The high priestess is supervising a young alcolyte heal the mermaid. However, since the mermaid has lost blood, the acolyte must replenish the mermaid's blood with her own life force. This means she will age, and mermaid's blood, the source of immortality demands a hefty sacrifice.

The scene starts with the acolyte continuing the treatment. Having started as a young teenager, she has already given up years of her life to heal the mermaid, and will use up the rest to continue.

**SPOILER**

The twist ending might be that the elder priestess watching the event is the mermaid's mother. The scene actually takes years after the mermaid was captured. She was comotose and watched over by the Temple of the Water until a suitable lifegiver was found. The mermaid's mother died, but was brought back to life by the Temple. In return, she dedicated herself to it.
 
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The Chambers Below

A cavernous hollow awaits you, as the steps from the lair above go even further. Writers have said that the stories write themselves. This is not always a good thing.

I often tell my writing partners of "The voices in my head", and duly apologize for following them! :)

Alright. Enough of this. I better write something for my thread before my writing partner kills me... :D
 
Just another rough draft...

Party Time:
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=724775

Jacqueline's eyes widened out, as she nearly feigned surprise. She put her hand to her bright red lips, barey hiding her serpent's smile. "Ahahahaha..." she laughed. "What are we up to?" she turned to to Miranda, just touching her shoulder. "Miranda. I am taken aback at Teresa's impertinance," said Jacqueline, in mock formality. "Why, she does not trust us at all. She expects a surprise." Jacqueline turned towards Teresa. "Well, we must give you one, then, I suppose," Jacqueline said. "As you say with such vehemence. Now, calm, down," Jacqueline joked, "and let's take a picture." She then wrapped her arms around her friends, took out an iPhone, and took a picture of them together.

Jacqueline next turned towards the remaining luggage, and pulled out a flowing brown party dress. It was strapless, fitting, but not that provocative. "Now, your mother even approved of this outfit. It's definitely a change from your shirts and jeans. Please wear it tonight. It's a gift from your mother."

Jacqueline left Miranda to dress up her friend. As Jacqueline left the hotel room, she slyly displayed Miranda her iPhone, a signal that Jacqueline would send a message to Miranda what she was now up to. They would head down to the hotel bar and dining room, to give Teresa a surprise, though not the one that was planned. The bar was dark but visibly lit. There was a dance area near the bar. Jacqueline selected a table near the bar, where two finely dressed young men were drinking. Or, rather, she made eye contact with them, as she made a bit of a presence, and selected a table. She herself wore a red party dress, strapless, accenting her bosom with folds, and tightly fitting the curves of her body. She sat down and ordered a drink -- two drinks. The first was served to her, and she lifted it to her wet red lips, as the second was delivered to one of the men. As he turned towards her, she looked directly at him, her lips hidden by the drink. She made that crook with her finger that told a man to approach her.

He glanced at his friend, then made his way to the table. Jacqueline pulled out the iPhone and showed her the group shot. "See this woman on the left? She's the bride-to-be tomorrow. Tell her how attractive she is, flirt with her, and definitely ask her to dance. You won't get very far. But see my other friend? She is quite single, and, if she fancies you, she might be available. It depends on how well you, and your friend, pay us your attention." His smiling response and curt nod told her he was in agreement. As he made his way back to the bar, Jacqueline sent a message to Miranda: "Found a few nice men for T. I hope she appreciates this surprise before we give her the real one. Dress her up and bring her down. If you like them, they're yours."
 
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Another rough draft for a Blue Moon thread...

Twins thread, on Blue Moon:
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=15631

Junshin walked the halls of the high school with her sister, Keimei. "Oh, it's so wonderful to be here!!!" Junshin clutched her sister's arm tightly, partly from the excitement of a new world, as her heat beat within her breast. The two wore a school uniform of a blue blazer with a gold insignia of their school. The blazer was a lighter color than their navy blue vests. A delightful pink-white bow adored the barely visibile pure white blouse underneath. Their skirts were of a plaid checked cloth, of blue horizontal and vertical lines on white, that ended above the kneecap. Of course, the two wore loose socks, showing off their divine legs, though hardly provocatively. They wore dark shoes, that matched their vests. But these were hardly their most striking features. The two lovely sisters were twins.

As they made their way to their homeroom, they saw a flock of girls excitedly gathering, with their backs to them. Curious, Junshin let go of her sister's arm and moved closer. "Segoiiii..." one of the others girls said, as the air around them seem to change and become warmer. "She's so... cool!", another girl said, clasping her hands together and almost starry-eyed. "Ikasu is in the gymnastics team and is the class rep!" In the center of the girls was a tall dark-haired girl. She blushed a bit, at this unwanted attention. She seemed to scan the crowd a bit, and stopped in Junshin's general direction. "Oh," she seemed to say, though her voice was drowned out by the others. Junshin's heart leaped again. "Ikasu... that's a nice name..." she thought to herself, as she drifted away...

The classroom door slid open, loudly to call the girls' attention. "Students," the horn-rimmed woman's voice demanded, "Class is now in session." She briefly noticed the twins and said, "Come in." As the girls settled in, the teacher continued, "Class, these are our new transfer students, Junshin and Keimei. Please introduce yourselves." The two girls wrote their names on the board. Junshin stammered, "Hello! I am Junshin, and this is my sister, Keimei! It is a pleasure to meet you! I look forward to meeting you all and becoming good friends!" Junshin stood awkwardly at the replies of silence. The teacher looked up from her desk and sighed. Suddenly, Junshin blurted, "I'm also interested in joining the gymnastics team!" Ikasu just as suddenly perked up, looking at the two girls. A low murmur rose from the other students.

"Hmm. Gymnastics team, eh?" the teacher continued. "Well... since you two are new... take the two empty seats near Ikasu. Hitteki, it doesn't seem you've settled in. Please move back a row and let one of them take your seat." The blonde girl near Ikasu grew just a bit red. Her placid face scowled as she slowly stood up. The teacher discretely and directly looked at her. Hitteki took her book bag and made her way to the other seat, almost slamming the bag onto the desk. As Junshin made her way to the desks, she slowly said "Sorry", only to be shot down by a glance from Hitteki.

Ikasu, however, smiled at her. Perhaps they shared something in common? Certainly not gymnastics! Junshin thought herself clumsy, and had no idea how she could do this! However, she knew someone who was an excellent athlete -- her sister! The teacher continued, "Class Rep Ikasu, please show the new students around. Perhaps afterwards, you can introduce them to the gymnastics team." Junshin's heart burst! Ikasu was going to show her around the school!

Oh, great. I just added a secondary "rival" chararacter and an entire gymnastics team. My writing partner's gonna kill me. Especially since Ikasu's "my" character. :D
 
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Just a plot idea this time...

Nightmare

The shadow crept across the wall, trickling, silently, like a deranged ocean stream. It flowed across the walls, past the windows, upon the hideous crimson lace, strewn upon the window. Outside, a blood-white moon cackled gleefully, as it encouraged the form within the house, sending sunlight moonbeams across the ocean to the old house where the woman lay. Strange pictures seemed to come to life along the hallway walls, as the shadow glid across them. Faces came to life, erupting in twisted features, in disgust of the loathesome darkness crawling upon the canvas. Trees withered, grass decayed, as the thing slid towards its destiny.

For at the end of the hallway rested the girl. She had moved in but a week ago, with her timid, frail roommate. They had not known each other, but were agreeable enough. The rooms were cheap, for it was located in a house that seemed eerily uncomfortable. Odd noises came at odd intervals. A foetid odor reeked in the back hallway, only to disappear again. Water seemed to pool and reflect upon the ceiling, yet, when looked at, seemed to be no more than an odd stain.

The shadow now bled under the door, a flat determined figure sliding its way unnoticed. The bedroom was afoot, and the thing spread outward, as if stretched taut by the light of the moonbeam outside.

"As the plot, I'm thinking of reducing it to your charactger and Myavi, the transgendered. Your character originally assumes she has "a woman's normal facilities", so doesn't understand the overtly male nightmare rape. Myavi becomes scared from the cheap apartment you and she share, so eventually asks to sleep together.


blah blah blah, write more stuff. :D
 
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Outline for a Strawberry Panic SRP ("Lemon Panic"), Episode 1:

(Proposal for a Blue Moon thread)

* One post of main character saying how wonderful it is to be at a prestigious all-girls school. End of post meets mysterious yuri strange girl.
* Mysterious stranger mysteriously captivates main character mysteriously. SEX.
* Main girl faints. Main girl wakes up to soon-to-be-introduced roommate who is watching over her, but not before playing with herself during her sleep in bed. Roommate molests her b/c "Rape is like saying hello in Japan" while she sleeps. SEX.
* Roommate introduces herself. In hospital bed with main character, both naked. Roommate explains that she needs to take "precise" measurements of her for fitting the school uniform. This includes a dildo with metric measurements. Sexual harassment is also like saying hello in Japan. SEX.
* Girls pick up main character's uniform, which come in standard sizes. Ha ha on her. Roommate explains the three schools of the campus, then has to leave her for a meeting. Main character wanders around campus then misses curfew. The gate locks, just as roommate and main character arrive at the gate. Girls need to call Sister to open the gate. Sister punishes the main character. SEX.
* Class president knocks on door and "rescues" the girls from meanie Sister. Older people in anime look weird with those big eyes. Main character (or roommate) thanks class president and asks how they can repay her. SEX.
* Roommate, class president, and main character walk into the main dining hall. Class president says how the girl "loved by all in school" will be coming. Main character mistakes another girl (looks in wrong direction) as the "loved person". Mysterious stranger enters the room and hits on main character. Massive faux pas, as main character tells off "loved one". Main character finds out the girl she told off is the "loved one" and the "loved one" hits on the main character. PUBLIC SEX. Probably an orgy, too.
* "Loved one" says prayer before dining hall eats. Main character frets that the "loved one" is interested in HER. End of ep 1.

Video:
http://www.anilinkz.com/strawberry-panic/strawberry-panic-episode-1/
 
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Twins

"Eh... heh heh heh heh heh heh...." Junshin blushed to her elder sister. Keimei was born a few minutes earlier, but, sometimes, it seemed more like years. The class continued, though Junshin wasn't sure what was being said -- she was trying her best not to be noticed by Ikasu. Ah... Ikasu. Tall... reserved... thin. Her beautiful hair flowing down her shoulders... her back... to her waist. The way she put the end of her pencil to her lips. The pink nub pressing against her silken lips. Junshin imagined Ikasu's lips on her pink...

"Um... did you want me to show you the school?" Junshin felt Ikasu's touch on her shoulder. Huh?? Was class over already?? Startled, Junshin fell back from the chair onto the floor. Ikasu immediately reacted, and caught her, Junshin's body protected and held in Ikasu's arms. Junshin wasn't the only one who gasped in the room. She immediately blushed, and stood up, helped by Ikasu.

"Yes! Please! Show me!" she said, bowing vigorously. She and Keimei walked out the room with Ikasu. Ikasu, it seemed, blushed a little herself. But Junshin didn't noticed. She was simply floating within the heavens, her hear light, buoyant. The library... science room... study areas... they seemed so far and distant, as Ikasu's soft, calm, voice was more of feeling touching her entire body, than actual words she could hear. "And this is the gymnasium," ended Ikasu. Junshin crashed down to Earth. "Oh... it's... very pretty," was all she could say.

"Pretty? PRETTY? Is that all you can say?" It was Hitteki! Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a bun, and she was wearing her gymnastics leotard. It stood out from the other girls, who also looked at Junshin and Keimei, with crosssed arms. Hitteki wore a brighter, redder, uniform, standing out from the darker blue of the other girls. Was she a high-ranking member? Remarkably, it showed off her body, from her athletic taut body, to her unusually generous breasts. Was she half American? Hitteki continued. "We were prepared for you, transfer student, and have your leotard ready. You will show us... you..." Her demeanor turned from controlled anger to frustrated confusion. "Wait. Which one of you two will be joining? Anyway, whichever one, come with me." Ikasu proceeded to accompany the new student to the lockers, but Hitteki held up a hand. "The other, stay with Ikasu", she said. Junshin froze, partially because that's how she reacted, partially because she remembered Keimei was the skillful one.

Junshin watched as Hitteki led Keimei to the locker rooms. But why did Hitteki's girls go in as well?


I could swear, I was writing this for the sex. Not play shojo trope bingo. :D
 
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Notes for Party Time thread:

Jacqueline smiled a silent smile, hidden behind the "shhh..." of a finger to her mouth. She put her iPhone to her lips and kissed it, a measure to her conspirator that they should be quiet and communicate via text. "I'm sorry, boys," Jacqueline said. "Myself and my companion need to take care of a little business," continued Jacqueline, waving her jet black iPhone. "Let me introduce you to Teresa." Introductions were made, and Jacqueline drank in the two men. One of the men, a Latino with dark hair, sat to one side of Teresa, and the brown-haired Caucasian to Teresa's left. Next to the Caucasian sat Miranda, and Miranda sat next to Jacqueline. The two ladies pulled out their iPhones and proceeded to "work".

J: "So what do you think of them? Approve?"
M: "Quite cute, acceptable "
J: "Mmmm... acceptable? How so?
M: "Come on girl, like I am hear for fun, married or not."
J: "*Laughs*... Did you check out his 'goods'?
M: "Very nice goods, oh look, hold on."
M: "OMG He's f-ing hard!!!!"
J: "Hmph. Boys will be boys, even when they're men. I think he noticed??"
M: "I think he did, I want to be naughty soooo bad."
J: "*Laughs*... Wait. He's looking at us. Mumble something about Tetris! Stat!"
J: "*Waits* Okay, he turning back to M. They're talking about something stupid. Tease him a little more and see if we can break his concentration."
M: "*Back* Thought I would be subtle. LOL."
J: "Yeahhhh.... subtle. What's he doing now? Under the table?"
M: "Hand on thigh. My thigh not the prudy brides"
J: "Hahahaah... and what are you doing to him? Wait. We're supposed to be pretending to answer email. Not playing Tetris."

Miranda showed Jacqueline *exactly* what she was going to do with him. Miranda reached for her purse, her hand formerly under the table. As she leaned forward, her breasts pushed against him, and she pressed her hand into him. Miranda excused herself. Jacqueline quickly typed in one more sentence into her iPhone. She lay it down in front of the man. "Follow her," it said. The man excused himself. While he may have dressed impeccably in his suit and slacks, his pants could not hide his stiffness. Wisely, he turned away from Teresa and his co-worker. He made eye contact with Jacqueline, who smiled at his hard cock, pressing against his clothing. Jacqueline looked up, gave a lick to her lips, and smiled. Jacqueline was familiar with how impeccably clean the women's restrooms were. She wondered which one Miranda took. Jacqueline almost gave a small laugh, as Miranda walked slowly for a woman who needed to use the bathroom. The man followed.

He saw her enter the men's room. Looking to his right, then left, he saw no one else in the small hallway and opened the door. She stood there, in front of the bathroom counter, her back to him. But they were making eye contact through the mirror. She wore a tight, black-frilled bustier. Its skirt just barely met her black, lace-lined, thigh-high stockings. Her shoulders were bare, naked, her blonde hair flowing down her tanned flawless skin. Hesitant at first, he placed her hands on the back of her thighs. He had just placed his hands there on the front, underneath the counter. Still looking into her eyes, he lifted the skirt and pressed himself into her, his rock hard cock against her black thong. His breath became harder, as he grasped her hips, lifting her up to take her from behind. He took her hand and placed it against his cock, straining for release and to fuck.

as she braces herslef on the counter, he lifts her hips and takes her from behind, her feet even in her fuck me heels barely touching the floor

Model for M:
http://cdn2.ioffer.com/img/item/122/802/281/tMv9LbEyJmEvAR4.jpg

Pic of bride's party dress:
http://i788.photobucket.com/albums/yy165/jmtwwbbg/352104_3_.jpg

J's party dress:
http://flypaper.bluefly.com/archives/2008/11/finish-this-loo-16.html
 
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Twins:

The blonde girl watched, as the thin, lithe, dark-haired glided through the air, twisting... turning... it was almost unbearable for Hitteki to see Itasu perform these routine stunts, as she easily, effortlessly, qualified for the gymnastics team. Until then, Hitteki was the queen, the one the students of Kaika-Ki High School adored and obeyed. After Ikasu joined the gymnastics team, Hitteki was crushed. Her radiant kingdom over the school, and throes of worshipping students was reduced to a locker room and small group of toadies. Ikasu was approachable. Unassuming. She was simply the way she was, not pretending to be anything else. She was calm and serene, not aloof and contemptuous. How dare the student body honor her. Better to destroy the gymnastics team than to let it continue. Miss Gumin, the coach, rarely entered the girl's locker room, prefering to stay outside. She was oblivious to how the team was gradually declining, as fewer and fewer students were joining. Only those close to Hitteki joined the team, and those who weren't found themselves on the bench.

Hitteki locked the door and gave the key to one of her lieutenants. "So you think you can join the gymnastics team," she said, in a low, hate-filled voice. "Bad enough that I'm forced to move from my desk for some stupid airhead who falls out of her seat." The blonde woman towered over the prone girl. "And who gave you permission to put on that leotard? Hmmm???" Upon cruel lips came a smile. She stroked the twin's neck, tracing it down to the skin-exposed scoop of the leotard. Her fingers played with the fabric, pulling slightly, touching the skin underneath. "You don't deserve this. Take it off." Firm hands of the lieutenants clamped down on the twin's mouth, as one of them propped up Keimei to a sitting position. As two of the girls slowly peeled off the top of the leotard, Hitteki smiled. "Well, at least she knows not to wear a bra when wearing a leotard. Remember that other girl? Ho ho ho ho ho ho." Hitteki sneered. "You have lovely breasts." She took one of them, and gently began to massage. "It sickens me that such a stupid, clumsy, girl like you has such a well-developed breast." Hitteki began to pinch and squeeze one of the twin's nipples, then the other. She looked at the twin, as she made a show of biting her tit with her teeth. "Does that feel good? You should be developed enough to feel this." Hitteki closed her eyes, as she began to lick and suck the held woman's breast. "Do you like a woman sucking your breast? I bet you do. I bet you and your darling twin like to suck and lick each other all night. Well, if you do, you're going to love our little welcome to the team. You'll be sucked and licked by everyone here."

Kaika-Ki means "the period of blooming".
Gumin means "ignorant people".
 
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Junien had an uncomfortable feeling. She excused herself from Itaksu, and made her way towards the lockers. She pushed on the door, but it wouldn't budge. Was it locked?

"Are you okay in there?"

"Yes," said Hiddeki.

"Oh, good!" Junien's footsteps faded, as she returned to the gym.

"Your sister is as stupid as you are," Hiddeki scowled, hiding her relief. Hiddeki finally began to relax. Her face softened. "Now where were we..." breathed Hiddeki as she lowered her head to the prone Kemei's body. Hiddeki's voice trailed as she began sucking Keimei's tits again. "Mmmm... so round... so good..." she murmured, her eyes closed. She licked and sucked Keimei's nipples, leaving a wet saliva trail on Keimei's breasts. Hiddeki nibbled, teasing Keimei's nubs between her tongue and teeth. She eventually lifted her head up and pulled away a bit, leaving a sticky strand between her lips and Keimei's breasts. She made eye contact, Keimei's mouth still covered by one of the girl's hands.

Hiddeki stood, her body tightly wrapped by her leotard. She looked directly into Keimei's eyes, as she silently stripped off the thin garment, revealing her own alabaster body. It was firmly toned, sculpted, a reflection of the determination and hard work she put into being a top gymnast and the queen of the school. She turned around slowly, proudly, allowing Keimei to drink in her toned beauty. "Do you like what you see?" asked Hiddeki, grasping the leotard Keimei wore. Keimei was still covered below the waist, but a gradual, tormenting, pulling of the garment from Keimei made Hiddeki smile even more. The other girls held Keimei's legs fast, allowing Hiddeki to turn the leotard inside-out, as she revealed Keimei's beautiful body.

"So smooth... so white..." Hiddeki drew her hands along Keimei's stomach, admiring her physique. "And you have such a lovely... lovely... pussy." Her fingers stroked Keimei's slit, first along the outside labia, then inner. Finally, she ran the tip of her finger across Keimei's swelling clit. "Does that feel good?" Hiddeki's own juices began to flow, and she stroked her own pussy. "Have you ever been with a woman?" She put the tips of her wet fingers across her lips and began to lick. "Maybe with your sister, eh?" She grinned, putting her other hand on her slit and rubbing. "Maybe I should play with her, too, a little," Hiddeki said, inserting two fingers into herself. "Do you think she'll fall for the same trick you did?" Hiddeki slowly walked towards Keimei again.

Hiddeki lowered herself to Keimei's snatch. She flicked her tongue along the held woman's slit, Keimei's juices mingling with Hiddeki's hot saliva. Her tongue slid easily into Keimei's pussy. "You taste very nice," Hiddeki smiled. "Do you want some more?"
 
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Land of Wonders:

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=680226

"Oh, yes, oh, yes; You truly are the best! Suck my dick! Taste my prick! Let me fondle your twin breasts!" The White Rabbit clasped the sides of Alices head, as he forced his stiff member into her mouth. He loved seeing it distend her cheeks, as he fucked her mouth, harder and harder. His riding crop slapped her ass even harder, as he bent over slightly to fondle her breasts. His furry hand pinched down at her ripe bosom, as her head bobbed up and down his succulent carrot.

"You mouth feels like silk! Now let's play with your milk." The rabbit popped out his cock and pushed Alice face-up onto the dirty ground. "Your back's on the ground. Fuck your tits like your mound!" The white creature straddled Alice's firm breasts, sticking his cock back and forth between her valley. His eyes closed, as his hips rocked back and forth, his white member oozing clear precum in front of her lovely face.

As the rabbit rubbed and pinched Alice's tits, he left the crop on the ground. Perhaps within reach of our molested heroine?
 
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Party Time:

Whoever he was, was diligently working. He first rubbed the tip of his head along her pussy, his head, oozing precome, mingling with her juices. He then inserted his cock, sliding in, as he closed his eyes and gasped, throwing his head back as his hips thrust forward. He grasped her own hips, gripping hard as he jammed his thrusting meat into her tight, wet, pussy. He thrust, again and again, eventually pushing her forward, her toes tipping forwards in her fuck-me heels, as she gripped the counter for support.

He finally opened his eyes, and watched her, her body lurching forward with every push of his deep hard cock into her tight wet snatch. His hands then groped upward, feeling her tight stomach and body through the thin fabric of her form-fitting bustier. He eventually grasped her breasts, fondling her through the folded fabric covering up her fine pendulous tits. His hands found the top of her bustier, and, pulling them down, released her delicious breasts from their decorative confines.

He looked at her again, as his hands cupped her firm roundness, and his fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples. He was using her own body for support now, as he thrust his fucktool upwards, and pushed her back and down onto his dick by gripping her breasts. He moaned as he fucked, her ass slapping against him. His own tongue was searching, and found her ear, licking and teasing, a miniature cock looking for its own hole to fuck. He eventually found her mouth, and forced his tongue into her, thrusting with his mouth, as hard as he was thrusting her hips.
 
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Subway:
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=15629&pid=506282

One hand under her school blouse reluctantly left. The other, however, stayed. It scooped up her bosom, caressing the globe through her thin bra. It soon became a grip, as his slow steady breathing became a panting breath, animalistic, as his hand massaged and groped her young wonderful breasts. The hand wormed itself underneath the bra, firmly planted between fabric and soft heavenly firmness. His fingers found her tit and started pinching.

His other hand, meanwhile, searched southward, finding itself under the waistband of her skirt. It continued seeking, first feeling the soft fabric of her panties, then the wetness seeping through. This only served to arouse him, as the plaintive thrusts of his cock pushed against the thin panties on her backside. His firm meat fit perfectly between the cracks of her ass. His hand, too, found youthful flesh, as he felt the wet hairs of her pussy inviting to his fingers.

Reluctant, his hands finally let go of their firm globes. He reached down to his pants zipper, and finally freed the monster. It ached to fuck her, to find itself deep within her tight wet pussy, thrusting and fucking her. He pulled the pantied down slightly, revealing the crack in her ass, then moreso, giving access to her ripe wet pussy. He savored the damp fabric against his fingers. Precome leaked from the tip of his cock, which he ran up and down her ass, pushing down the fabric. Finally, he entered her, his throbbing hot manhood plunging into her wanton desire.
 
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Twins

Kerai looked forlornly as she covered the new girl's mouth. Her master, the lovely Hiddeki, told her to restrain the girl, and peel down the top of the leotard she was wearing. Kerai did so, sitting on the bench, with her chest touching the new girl's back. With one hand, she covered the girl's mouth, and the other, helped peel down the front of the leotard. She could not believe what the master was doing. Usually, the master would intimidate and bully a new girl, but what she was doing was more. The was actually molesting this girl, and Kerai was shocked to see her master suck and lick the new girl's breasts. Kerai herself was beginning to enjoy this. She looked down, as she held the new girl fast to her body. She saw the master, with her hungry eyes, greedily nibbling and biting the new girl's ample bosom. Kerai would occasionally make eye contact with her, and blushed, refusing to admit what she was seeing before her.

But the space between her legs was becoming wet. Her own bosom was becoming hard. Her nipples brushed through the thin fabric to the new girl's back. As the new girl struggled, the fabric would press and tingle against Kerai's hardening nipples. Kerai was beginning to breath fast, as her fingers slipped into Keimei's mouth. Her fingers were becoming wet and almost sought to touch and explore the girl, feeling beyond the lips to her wet tongue. Kerai grew so aroused.

And, as she saw her master strip, her heart rate rose and the wetness continued. She wanted to fuck her master but couldn't. But when her master's lips descended upon the new girl's snatch, she could take no more. The master's own saliva was drying, but still on the new girl's chest. Kerai grasped one of the new girl's breasts and began to lick. To suck. To taste the soft firm texture of the flesh, and murmur her contentness within.

Hiddeki, meanwhile, was oblivious to the desires of her lieutenant. The width of the bench helped spread Keimei's legs, and Hiddeki licked and sucked the wet folds of the new girl. She closed her eyes to savor the slightly sweet juices of the woman, as she reached to fondle her own pussy. "Mmmm..." she trailed, licking the soft folds. She flicked the nub of the prone girl, as her hand gently fondled and caressed her own clit. She was wet and wished she could share it with her captive.

And, why not? She lifted herself from the bench, her lips and chin wet with pussy juices. She grinned as she gripped the girl's legs, and spread open pussy. "Now, we're going to have a little fun. You're going to pleasure me, for once." She lowered her pussy to hers, as she began to slowly rub her wet lips against the other girls. Hiddeki moaned, as her sensitive clit, engorged with blood, made wet contact with the other woman.

The master's moans made Kerai even hotter. She was groping the other girl now, and did not care who saw her. She pinched and bit hard down upon her nipples, her own nipples straining for release from the fabric.
 
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Alice in Hentailand (Eclair)
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=15807

Oh, dear! Oh, dear! She's truly touching my rear!

Bunny marvelled at the wonderful audacity of the young woman under her. Bunny was merely minding her own business when she crashed into this mysterious Alice! Or whoever she was called -- Bunny was quite distracted as Alice was touching her curves... playing and probing her tail! Oh, and the little birdies tweeting in circles above Bunny's head was distracting as well. "Oh... yes... please more more more!" Or at least that was what the naughty erotica playing on her earbuds was saying. The audacious Alice under her was listening to it as well. And playing with one of Bunny's carrots! How rude! Well, Bunny was distracted so it didn't really matter.

Bunny sooned moaned a little herself as she rubbed her tail against this Alice's hand. It felt good to be touched there, and it certainly felt good to rub her breasts against this other Alice. "I'm late... I'm late... I need to go... I need to go..." she slowly said, closing her eyes, as she lay on top of the girl. For this Alice seemed to be lingering a little too long on Bunny's body. Alice traced Bunny's curves, the tight red bodystocking hardly defending her from the ladylike touches of this new Alice. Bunny squirmed as this Alice touched her tail, and responded by pressing her breasts, firmer and harder, into Alice's body, the space between her legs.

"I know! I know! I know how I can go!" For this was Sexland, and one way to get a woman off was, well, by getting a woman off! Bunny arched her back, lifting her hips, allowing Alice's exploring hand to move down... down, down, down, to the rabbit's wonderful hole. And the carrot? Well, there were more carrots where that came from. Came? Yes, cumming would be a wonderful idea. As Alice was playing with Bunny's backside, Bunny picked up another carrot and turned it on. On, on, on. It hummed, vibrated, alive. Perhaps it was more rabbit than carrot? Bunny carefully lifted Alice's white, apron-like skirt, and found her bloomers, all lovely and white. She gently stroked it against Alice's leg... her thigh... closer to Alice's own rabbit hole.

"I need to go... I need to go... I need to come... I need to come..." Bunny said, gently sighing as Alice played with her.
 
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Jewels

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=35156001

Myavi woke up. The blackness slowly faded away, only to be replaced by a small lit oil lamp in the dim light. The... room... rocked back and forth, gently, in a slow rocking motion. She felt like she was not all there. Her head was groggy, yet she knew she did not drink. A musty odor permeated the room, and she could discerned the poorly crafted wooden walls, whose planks wrapped around the room. Her bed was made of straw. Disgusting, foul. Her clothes were disheveled. She evidently was wearing some elegant underwear, soiled bloomers and a chemise on top of her underthings.

The light showed a little of her hands, and she was a little disturbed to find an odd tatoo running down the backs of her hand down her arm into the darkness. A cryptic wire with barbs in her skin. It must have been painful when it happened, but she recalled no pain. She lifted the chemise from her belly and saw the iron tendrils wrapping around her navel, a symmetric dance that crept along her skin. There was no mirror, but she knew her back was similarly tatooed. She sighed, less than surprised at her fate. She pulled up the bloomers and, yes, there again were the indelicate curls upon her leg descended from her body. She then pulled down her bloomers to inspect her skin and she found that the angular lines of the tatoo were upon her groin as well. She was cursed, yet she felt no pain. She sunk into the straw and darkness, kneeling in the rocking silence. She briefly recalled jewels aglow with white, but soon blackness overcame her. She drifted into uncomfortable sleep, the tattoo-like runes disappearing from her body.

"Okay, here's the pirate x captive opening. Uh... I've added quite a bit: mysterious runes, treasure maps, "jewels of whiteness" (that's jewels as in family jewels and whiteness as in... I think you know). Maybe your character has heard of this legendary treasure with its cryptic clues ("A treasure no man shall taste"). Perhaps she tries to decipher the runes on Myavi's body, only to do so incorrectly.

Uh... maybe these runes appear at odd times, including sex. Y'know, because this is a sex SRP. :rolleyes:


So... I'm thinking this is ye olde "Mysterious Child with strange tatoos over his/her body" trope. With this being a pirate thread, it's probably a map or something. Or the pirate (you) who captured her *thinks* it's a map. Your pirate knows the tatoo/runes have something to do with these "jewels of whiteness" which *arent'* white jewels, but refer to (ahem) her "special condition". Myavi is "cursed but she feels no pain", implying that the curse affects those around her more than herself. Perhaps it is her fate to be captured, become attached to someone, then lose hope as the curse consumes the other person. This is what I end up with when I'm loopy.
 
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Attraction

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=35169362#post35169362

Notes:

Angela: Captain Pirate
Kawaii: Captive.

Angela normally wears a female captain pirate's outfit, but for the opening SRP post, she has changed into a diaphanous nightgown. Her captive is sitting in front of the boudour mirror. Angela brushes her hair, keeping the strands for their oil (keeps the needles clean). Angela slowly seduces the captive, massaging her shoulders, etc.

Name: Isabelle Davidson
Hair: Dark brown with light golden high lights, usually in a pony.
Looks: Slender, hazel eyes, tan skin.
http://photobucket.com/albums/yy217/Kwaiichibizzy/19f703959f1917dfc80d3892350ea951.jpg

After the sex scene, we find out that this was only a draft of a romance novel Angela was writing. Angela tears it up and bangs her head against the keyboard. First off, her editor doesn't want a lesbian romance novel. Second, the captive character is an exact description of Angela's editor, whom she has a crush on. Whoopsie!

Angela won't be able to make her deadline. She calls her editor for help. Angela carefully removes any description of her editor from the novel. Except that, when the editor reviews her script to change the characters, Angela gives her the old version. Hilarity ensues. Another one in the can.

Angela's costume:
http://www.halloweencostumes.org/sexy-realistic-pirate-costume.html

****

Angela's soft footsteps padded down the well-worn hallway in the lower decks of her ship. Above board, when day meant adventure, she was The Captain. The mighty wind would blow through her red hair, wafting through the ocean wind like her great ship through the currents. The heel of her well-worn boot solidly announced her presence. She wore a black three-cornered hat, and bandana complimenting her wild red hair. Her rough peasant's blouse was once white. But the travails of work made it a tattered off-white color. Around her torso she wore a worn leather corset, which pressed up her beautiful breasts, the tops peeking above her blouse. Her black cropped pants fit into her leather boots.

But not this night. She wore a diaphanous nightgown, which flowed over her curvaceous body. The flickering light from the oil lamps touched her skin, just visible through the soft gauzy fabric. Without the wind or her hat, her beautiful red hair flowed down her shoulders, cascading down her back and around her bosom. The shadows made a thin outline of her body, her breasts still round and full, the curves of her torso accented by the loose dress. As she walked into the room, a silhouette of her nakedness underneath could be seen, her long legs striding with the confidence of the captain, covered by the thin nightgown.

Her captive, the Lady Isabella, sat on the stoll in front of the boudoir mirror. Her hair was brown, beautiful, flowing down her body. The light golden wafts of hair within reflected the yellow light of the cabin. She too was dressed in a simple nightgown. Its fabric was less revealing, yet still clung to her body. Her bosom were well-rounded, beautiful globes. The nightgown caressed her torso, flowing to her hips and legs. Only her hands were bound, lightly, for she was still a captive. Angela stood next to her, looking at her in the mirror. "Lady Isabella, thank you for being our guest." Angela's words were soft, as her eyes looked upon Isabella's beauty. Angela slowly touched her hair, her fingers running through the soft strands. "Your hair is beautiful, and so are you," she continued. "I am not sure I wish to ransom you. I understand you are not treated well at your estate." Angela's strokes through Lady Isabella's hair became soft touches upon her cheeks. Angela picked up the carved ivory comb from the stand. It was intricate, a unique item of pure white. Angela gently ran the comb through Isabella's hair, loose strands of hair accumulating on the comb. Angela picked out the hair from the comb, then tightly wrappped them around a small ball of reddish hair. The oils and ball of hair would be used to store needles in. Angela spent a fair time on Lady Isabella's hair, combing it, looking at her through the mirror. Angela's gentle hands caressed Lady Isabella through her hair, as she combed her. "You are very beautiful," Angela finally said, leaning down and just touching her lips to Lady Isabella's hair. Angela held the comb in the tip of her fingers, as she began to massage Lady Isabella's shoulder and neck. "Very beautiful."
 
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Bookstore

Notes

bookstore
black woman
Janet Reimus
Drama major
first person
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kaxJvuIBxpI/SniiHPZEatI/AAAAAAAAAzE/8SP6emDrhLs/s400/Janet+Jackson.jpg

tape... supplies.. laptop...

Sequel to our online rp at the campus library. Takes place in the basement of the campus bookstore, modeled after Stanford. The basement is where the textbooks, not the PR and trinkets, are sold. When the bookstore closes after regular hours, the basement is locked off from the rest of the bookstore. After hours, students can purchase textbooks via an extended hours window, which is connected to the basement area. Security cameras are only upstairs, with books in the basement tagged with those magnetized anti-theft tags for security. The basement is *that* old.

Our heroes decide to have some public sex after-hours in the basement. They've stocked cheese, chocolate, and wine for dinner. However, one of the students working during the extended hours decided to study late this evening. Or perhaps she's been eyeing the two before closing up. Anyway, the couple has sex, and the girl joins them later.

The girl is a short caucasian, with short cut black hair, and glasses. On the thin side, with a black and purple t-shirt and lipstic, and black jeans.

***

Hi. My name is Justin, and I want to tell you about my hot sexy girlfriend. Her name is Janet, and it's only a coincidence that she looks like that gorgeous entertainer with the wardrobe malfunction. She has the longest most beautiful brown-blonde hair, the creamiest chocolate skin, and a powerful yet demure look that wants me to worship her and take her at the same time. We did it at the library, you know. She was wasting time on the computer, and I crept up behind her, surprising her, as I first nibbled on her ear... massaged her shoulders... that sort of thing. Well, one think led to another, and she was sucking my cock and playing with her pussy in the library. The fucking library. Yeah, we wanted to do it again.

But, that little vixen, she suggested another place. The bookstore. The bookstore? Yeah, the bookstore, with its tape... the pencils... hey, it was her idea. The bookstore here has three levels: the ground floor, the upper level, and the lower floor. The ground floor is pure garbage. It's the marketing crap that campuses sell to the parents, prospective students, and other suckers who buy junk with a logo just to impress their friends at home. The upper floor isn't much more. School supplies, Cliff's Notes, overpriced stuff us poor students have to buy. More crap. Downstairs, in the old lower level, are the textbooks. You know, the stuff you *really* need to get through school. Expensive shit that the professors update every year so you can't sell the books back. The basement is cut off by a steel cage door from the rest of the school. After hours, the door is closed, because you can buy text books until almost midnight through a small windows on the side of the building, on the lower floor. The window is manned by this mousy chick. Short black hair with purple highlights, tight black and purple t-shirt showing her small tits, tight black jeans with metal sparkles. Nice horn rim glasses, and a purple barette in her hair. I keep joking to my girl that cream goes well with coffee -- then she suggested we do it. See, there may be cameras upstairs with the overpriced junk, but the lower levels are so old, they decided not to wire it for security. The books have those stupid magnetic tags in them, so why bother? Besides, who steals a heavy book? They check your bags in upstairs, so the security's perfect.

Except. Except they didn't think about two college students deciding to spend the night in the lower levels. A fanny pack full of snack bars... the restrooms on the lower level for emergencies... and some cold concrete walls to pin your girl against, as you fuck her hard and deep. The women's restroom wasn't unbearable -- we hid there, silently, in one of the stalls, just holding each other and cooing and kissing and all that icky stuff a man's gotta do to fuck a woman. Actually, it wasn't too bad. She has the most *beautiful* scent...

But enough about that. It's past closing time, and I lead my fantastic girlfriend out of the women's restroom. The cage door is closed, but the lights are still on in the lower level. It's quite now, although I suspect Miss Mousy is studying hard. "I'm kinda hard too", I smirk to my sexy girlfriend. "Wanna take care of that?"
 
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