How to Spar on the Great Ship SeaWolf Match Rules "It is the Combatants' job, thru description of action within these Rules, to produce a post that is easily envisioned by the Judges..." 1. All Spars fought on the decks of the Great Ship SeaWolf will be of the 1-2/2-1 turn-based system with a Pre-Post from each Combatant at the beginning of the Spar & wil...
My name is Rachel Winston Jacobs. And I am a Muslim. I was born in North London, England, and lived there my whole life. When most people think of a Muslim woman, I'm not what they think of. I stand six feet tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I was born in the United Kingdom to conservative Anglican parents. I was a student at Cambridge Universi...
This is a fiction and all characters are 18+ in age. These discussions are only fantasy elements and should never be thought in real life. This is the backstory for the Social Exchange Games. How it was started? It was 2025. Centuries of political competition at the global level has created a toxic environment where negotiation is seen as weakness. Trade w...
Care Home... The Story So Far Straight laced Lucy discovers her elderly widowed father is having regular 'commercial' sex in his care home, when he is caught in the act by a staff member. Care Home Ch 2 She has a girly chat with a friend about her father's sex life and discovers just how badly she has been missing out. She experiments with the delights o...
The universe has recently gained consciousness and has viewed Itself and the many races that inhabit It, both past and present. After examining all of Its data It has determine that in the future It will die and nothing can prevent it. After thinking about the problem It determined the only way forward is what all races do to become immortal, procreate. It t...
This is a work of fiction... Hank sat in his large chair, staring at the sight before him. Young female, strapped to one of his contraptions, breathing heavily. Tracy, he thought, damn. The young lady had knocked on his door. The knock. After a bit of confusion, she had confessed to him that she had sneaked into his house one night, hidden in a clos...
It's the crop. She is shrouded in darkness at the far end of the room, but faintly I see the silver sleeve of its handle glint in the light. The crop is a good sign. I hope. The crop is everyday discipline, minor corrections, "encouragement", as once she called it. Outside as I waited, I'd feared the worst, the bitter, burning anguish of the dressage whip...
'Player one. Left hand. Left tit.' Meg awaits timidly her first touch of the evening. And when it finally comes, she is startled for a moment, but relaxes slowly afterwards. The rules of the game are simple: the girl lies on the table, naked. There is a blanket and some pillows, just enough so she's not uncomfortable and her hips are raised for easy access...
The control. Giving up the control. I miss that. Letting you be the one to say move. See. Taste. Fuck. Cum. Now. Cum now you dirty slut. How did it begin? I blame the internet. Late nights alone in the computer lab. I found online kink and thought "What? There are others like me?" We all shared stories. We shared ideas. We got each other hot and aroused....
"Hey, we need to talk," was the greeting I got as Cindy woke me the next morning. Bad things zoomed thru my head. Oh, God, no, I thought, not the we need to talk talk. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and was greeted by a bright-eyed and pony-tailed Cindy. Free of makeup, full of glee, she looked much younger than her 32 years. Until you notice she was wea...