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Who Am I?

Basically i'm going to start other threads as precedent for the Who Am I? Thread, most likely the girl(s) will die, so if your into snuff, rape, non-consent, bondage, this would be a thread for you. PM if interested.
 
Still looking for players for the fantasy rpg about a group of vampire hunters... but now we only need 3 women. All the male roles are filled. We need someone to be a holy woman, like a cleric or a preistess or something and then 2 other girls of any class and background... this is the OOC thread so far...havent started the IC thread yet...

Hunters OCC
 
I need an Ursula.

She needs to be Swiss, bored with her fashion career, unaware of her lover's political activities, and not worried about whether she or her lover are faithful, since monogamy is not really traditional for a mistress and her lover (that's mistress in the European sense, not a Domme). They are infatuated, but not obsessed or jealous.

Beyond that, I'm not worried about what you put in the bio. Just make it interesting and believable.

The thread is called The Radical Returns. The OOC is up, but the IC yet. https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=524555
 
Inspiration...

Found my professor, thanks for your interest, hope you'll read along and enjoy... :eek:

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It was wrong. She knew it was wrong before it had even started, and yet she did nothing to stop it. His hands, so large and so strong, were all over her body while her mind reeled with the confusing reality she found herself in. It was as exciting as it was nerve-racking, if they were caught it would spell trouble for the both of them.

She knew this was what he had wanted, she’d caught his gaze more than once focused on her cleavage rather than on her work whilst stood alongside her desk. Maybe she had encouraged him, she could have worn clothes less revealing, a little less fitted but…she had enjoyed the sensation. Catching his eye the moment before he tore it away and seeing the desire, the lust there…knowing her body had put it there…she felt almost special. It was why she had gone to his office so late knowing she didn’t have to deliver her paper in person, she could have left it with his secretary or in the office, but something had drawn her along the corridor to knock on the solid wood door of his office, straightening her clothes after knocking…

She felt something dig awkwardly into her back interrupting her thoughts, a filing cabinet perhaps, as his passion moved up a gear and he thrust her back, his hand reaching down to claim one of her breasts firmly through her shirt, almost painfully. All the while his mouth biting at the sensitive skin of her neck. Her hands were almost at a loss for what to do, his body was so close they were all but pinned to her sides.
He moved closer still, feeling his knee work its way between her legs, his groin suddenly pressing against her hip while his fingers began to feverishly undo the buttons on her shirt. All of a sudden the feeling changed. The atmosphere changed. This wasn’t fun anymore…

The hand forcing its way inside her bra no longer felt strong, it felt angry. Pinching her nipple hard and drawing a whimper from her lips. His other hand was almost immediately clamped over her mouth, silencing any further protestations as he all but crushed her against the cabinet. Her eyes met his and she knew it was a little too late to change her mind…
Mumbled words and phrases were flowing from his lips as his hand stripped her bra from her body, leaving the straps around her arms, restricting her movement further still…but he wasn’t talking to her…he wasn’t even looking at her…she wasn’t really there anymore…

“Wow,” Alexia sighed, leaning back from her laptop with a sigh and rubbing her eyes. “Where the hell did that come from…?” She murmured to herself as she re-read the words that had appeared on the screen from her own typing fingers. What had started out as a fantasy scene for her latest project had turned into…she wasn’t sure what. The words had flowed from somewhere within her mind that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It had happened before, entire scenes, conversations, chapters in some cases, had appeared on paper or on screen that she couldn’t quite remember writing herself. She explained it as becoming lost in her creative intuition, the words simply lent themselves to being written.

Sighing she ran a hand back through her shoulder length dark brown hair and hit print, rubbing her green eyes as she stifled a yawn. Her professor wanted to see their project drafts the following afternoon, Friday, and had only meant to check her spelling and word count so far when this scene had suddenly sprung into her imagination. She gathered the pages as they were produced, glancing over them, making sure her name was on every page, that they were numbered. She had intended to remove the final page, the page that had written itself but she forgot. She must have forgotten, that was what she told herself when she realised what she had done, after she had handed over her folder and left the classroom. Besides, her professor was an adult and a professional and would view anything she wrote from a purely creative perspective.

Her tutor had set them the task of writing a short story/novella that fell outside their usual comfort zone. Everyone had been given a subject word at random from an area that they never usually wrote about. The area was ‘Taboo’ and Alexia had been given ‘Forbidden’ as her word after their tutor had opened the thesaurus at ‘Taboo’ and assigned every student in the room one of the words listed. Most of her fellow students were wannabe ‘Grisham’s and had found the prospect of having to write anything other than a thriller more than a little challenging, although with words like ‘illegal’ and ‘outlawed’ being given out, some were happier than others.

Alexia fancied herself as diverse enough to tackle any subject and so, had decided to write about a forbidden relationship, student and teacher. She didn’t usually write romantic stories and was a little excited about trying to create one. She had written the first couple of chapters in outline format, with vague character descriptions and settings. The basic premise being that a girl goes off to college and meets a young man on campus, there is a kind of connection between them but nothing goes beyond a little playful flirting back and forth on the occasions that they meet. Until her first lecture when she discovers he is not a fellow student but her professor.

Alexia had hit something of a wall at that point and hoped her professor would have a suggestion or two at how things could progress, or whether she should simply drop the idea and try something else entirely. She admitted it was a little clichéd but, it was something new for her and besides, wasn’t that what her professor was there for, guidance and advice.

The weekend passed relatively quietly, Alexia worked at a local bar in the evenings, hung out with friends during the days watching movies and wandering around the stores, before she knew it, it was Monday morning again, time for her lecture and time to find out what her professor had thought of her work. She entered the lecture theatre and waited with her fellow students for the arrival of their professor, tapping her pen idly on the spine of her notebook with her eyes glancing outside the window, watching the clouds roll by. Crossing her legs, which were clad in buttery soft cord jeans in a rich warm brown and running a hand subconsciously down the v-neckline of the pale mustard colour sweater she had worn. The colours were warm and neutral, earthy her mother called them and Alexia rarely wore anything else. Her wardrobe was full of clothes that were either one of a range of autumnal colours or black. It wasn’t really a conscious choice she made when shopping but there was something almost comforting in their tone and simplicity.
 
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new girlfriend not quite as innocent as she seems

Dan was so excited to have pulled a girl like Nikki, she was almost his perfect gir, an innocent, sweet, young petite girl, he knew he had fallen for her, even though he had only been on a few dates with her..

At 19, Nikki was 4 years younger than Dan, and while she was delighted to be with Dan, she knew she hadn't fallen for him quite as hard as he had for her, a fact that he proved as he had invited her to his parents house for a bbq this weekend...

Nikki was a little nervous about meeting Dan's parents, and the rest of his family at this bbq, not because she was shy, but because of a secret side of her that her new boyfriend was totally unaware of..

She had a secret lust for naughty, risky sex with people she shouldn't be having sex with, and she knew that a member of her boyfriend's family would definately fall into that category..

Despite this she knew she would have to go, Dan would be so hurt if she didnt, and she did care for him...

Need a girl to play the role of Nikki at the bbq, where she will seduce the dad, and then maybe more members of the family as the story goes on, pm me if your interested in the role.
 
Here I come again with my oriental fantasy... Here's the pitch :

A_Man_For_You said:
An imaginary oriental-based fantasy open to everyone interested....
Arabian nights - Arabian Dreams​


My name's Salif Al-Hassan, I'm a warrior at the service of the great Sulifan family. And I was on a mission, something more important than anything before. I had to be sure that Sahana Al-Sulifan made it well to her future husband. The marriage was arranged between the two fathers, and none of the future married knew each other. We were joining a caravan to make the trip through the desert. Of course, the beautiful Sahana had the standard complete stuff of attendants and servants, men and women, to take care of her everyday life, but I was her bodyguard, I had to make sure she would do it safely to her future husband. So I checked her riding upon her panlanquin, helped to close the thin curtains after her first maid had climbed too, and I rod upon my camle just beside her. I had not to leave her, never have her out of my sight, and be sure it all will be fine for her. Safely and in perfect shape. Absolutely unharmed. In no way. Sahana's father had been clear about that. And disobeying a man like man could only mean things far worse than death. So there we start under the risin sun our trip through the desert and its dangers, being beasts, raiders, dark magic, djinns, mirages, and so on...
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