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« on: October 28, 2017, 01:51:56 AM »
I published another of my scribbles:
https://www.literotica.com/s/hohepunkt
This time I tried some BDSM.
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« on: May 02, 2017, 01:57:53 PM »
I have published the first chapter (of seven) of a rather long story. I think it is way too long to post it here. If someone is interested in reading it, just follow the link below.
The next chapters will follow soon (2nd is already pending) and I will add the links accordingly. I'd be happy about any feedback either here or at Literotica.
Chapter1: Meeting Sasha
https://www.literotica.com/s/golf-india-romeo-lima-ch-01
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« on: April 10, 2017, 05:39:33 PM »
Though I doubt someone really cares: CREEPY!
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« on: February 18, 2017, 05:32:52 AM »
She eyed herself in the mirror of the tiny changing room on the opposite side of the small shower. She already had to cover some white highlights in her dark brown hairs. Her eyes were accompanied by tiny wrinkles. Same as the corners of her mouth. She has become mature, there was no way to deny it. But yet she looked sexy.
She was still sportive and in good shape. Her breast were just roughly a palm-full. Though she was so long bemoaning her fate. She meanwhile liked her breasts because they were resisting gravity and age as well.
And she had been attentive for herself; daily exercises, healthy life-style and care. She had done her best to slow down the ravages of time. And she had done well. Most of the time her age was approximated about five, six years less than it really was.
She turned around to watch her backside. Than another turn back to frontal. She wore black stilettos and black stockings held by a garter belt. Her lingerie was a see-through airy piece of black nothing which barely covered her buttocks. It did not hide much of her mound which was completely shaved and the tiny lace-decorated g-string did not help much to keep this secret.
“You look slutty,” she taunted her image in the mirror, “Much too much makeup.”
A wicked grin settled on her face. “But I like it.”
She opened her handbag to get her mobile. Her view hit the brown envelope inside. She knew the content and could see the photos with her inner eye and remembered the words of the report included. Her wrath rose and she confirmed her decision - again.
She took her mobile and left the changing room locking the door behind her. Her mind was firmly set.
Her path led along a corridor with several slim doors similar to the one she had locked. The path way led her to large room with a bar and tables surrounded by comfortable chairs. Many were already occupied.
She headed straight towards the bar and sat on one of the high swivel stools. A young girl in a kinky leather outfit asked about her wishes. She ordered a glass of champagne and looked around.
The room was half filled with people. She fitted in with the dress code. Few to less was en vogue as she could see. It had taken her a while to choose a swinger club which was known for a certain amount of style.
The people around appeared quite cultivated as she could see. But considering the substantial fee for entering the club it was not very surprising.
She nodded thankful as she was served her champagne. Sipping on her glass she took a more detailed view around until she was attracted by a table surrounded by three men. They seemed to be around 35 to 40 years and were not accompanied by any women yet.
All three were handsome and had a very sportive shape. Anyway, these were some studs who obviously care about themselves while still looking very manly.
She left her seat at the bar and headed directly towards them. This was exactly the pray she had hoped for.
“May I?” she asked and pointed at the last empty chair at their table.
“Of course,” the man next to her agreed and rose from his seat in order to help her take the seat. He wore a net shirt and tight boxers which did not conceal that he was carrying a good amount of manhood. And which served a good amount of contrast to his chivalry.
“Thank you,” she smiled at him and sat down. She looked around and shook her head in disbelieve. “How can it be? A bunch of nice and handsome guys with polite manners like you and not a single woman around? Am I the only woman with eyes around here?”
She earned smirks for her remark. Always a good way to break the ice.
“Well,” the one at the opposite end of the table chimed in, “we were waiting for someone special. And it was worth while waiting.”
She laughed tenderly. “Very charming welcome of yours. I appreciate it a lot.”
The guy facing her introduced himself and his comrades. But she did not pay much attention to their names. As well as she didn’t want to tell hers.
As it came to her to tell a name she said: “Names. Names are but transient shadows. You may call me Nemesis if you like. But I think we can find something more worth to be remembered?”
As she looked around she saw she earned again smirks which could be taken as agreement. She licked her lips and started to fondle her belly accidentally. No time to waste, she thought. A place like this makes matters clear anyway.
“I won’t mind having some fun with you. I mean all of you. I dream about a bunch of hard cocks fucking me insane. I dream about getting covered in cum,” she came right to the point.
She did not feel like chatting a lot and to waste time. In fact she had her own schedule.
She faced silence. Maybe her words were not yet completely understood or they were astonished about her direct proposal. Eventually they overcame their surprise.
“You mean a gang-bang?” the one at her side asked seemingly uncertain wether he got the point.
“Oh indeed. Though I wouldn’t call it this way, I think that is exactly what I am looking for.”
She waited and watched how the guys looked around to consider her proposal in silence. In order to help them making a decision she started to fondle her breast which earned her a lot of attention from the three guys.
“I’m in,” the first agreed.
“Me too,” nodded the next.
“I could barely imagine a more alluring proposal,” the third conceded.
“That’s fine guys,” she nodded with a seducing smile and emptied her champagne. “Maybe we should change for a more suitable place? To get some privacy?”
The men almost jumped from their seats. The quartet left the bar, heading for the rooms which were meant for keeping intimate encounters more private. Some of the rooms were occupied already but finally they entered a room which was spacious. It was furnished with some chairs, bedside lockers and a bed in the very middle.
Well, to call it bed would be unjust. It was indeed much more like a huge round divan made for a sultan and half of his harem. It was covered by a lot of pillows and everything was upholstered with clean burgundy silk-satin. There were even fresh flowers on the lockers.
It pays to search for a suitable location, she thought.
She laid her mobile on a locker and closed her eyes, knowing six eyes on her back. “Please, someone may close the door,” she whispered.
The noise of the closing door behind her made it clear the dice had fallen. She felt somewhat awkward. Was she really ready for this? She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Hell yes, she was. Slowly she turned around.
The three guys were lined up behind her. In a way they looked like feeling a bit awkward too, uncertain how to proceed. She smiled at them and considered while she had made the first step – why not make the second too?
She stepped right in front of the one in the middle and laid her hand on his chest. She felt his muscles. No comparison to “him” who had the undeniable tendency to lose his shape during the years. This fellow here was more like carved from hickory.
She craned her neck and kissed him. Gently their lips brushed. A bit of his tongue tenderly knocked at her lip. Her mouth opened and let him enter where he was welcomed by her soft tonguing. While her kiss became more passionate her other hand went to the guy at the left.
She touched his cheek and pulled him closer. Than she broke the kiss and changed for him. He was more greedy. He sucked her kiss, her lips until he pushed his tongue deep into the warm depth of her mouth. He started to bonk her mouth with his tongue which she responded to by sucking his tongue deep, wrestling it with her own. She was giving his bold invading tongue a blow job like treatment that vivifyed his imagination and rose his temper sky high.
“Mhm,” he moaned quite pleased.
Time to taste the third. She broke the kiss and headed for the one at the right. He was playful, teasing with his quick tongue-tip which was to and fro in a glimpse. Their tongues fooled around rising her curiosity what this stud could do else with his tongue.
She saw that these kisses had been the right way to get the party started. Their proper line got messed until she found herself inside in the middle of a triangle. Her kisses had made them more confident and soon she felt their hands on her body. Tender hands, greedy hands, playful hands. They massaged her shoulders, fondled her belly and one pair found their way up to her globes, caressing them tenderly and twirling her nipples.
She felt herself more and more confident. The way she was caressed by them showed, she was sought-after and the hands exploring her body were arousing. She switched her attention between them, kissing one and another and her hands did the same bold exploration as their hands did.
Than she was keen enough to yank down the first briefs. As it fell down his ankles his half hardened cock popped out. She engulfed it with her fingers and started to strike it slowly up and down while she delivered kisses to and fro. She felt fingers hooking the waistband of her sting and off it went. While she was fondling the cock, playful fingers hushed curiously over her mound and got attracted by her moist heat.
Little jolts of joy went through her groins as the finger tip stoke between her petals and greedy hands gave her buttocks firm squeezes.
“Hmm, that’s good,” she groaned, still striking the cock.
Hands were tenderly wiping the spaghetti-straps of her see-through airy piece of black nothing from her shoulders and than it was dragged down. She stood naked in her shoes, except for the garter belt holding her black nylons.
She knelt down craning for the cock pointing at her. Slowly she took him between her lips and let him slide down in her mouth which made the cock’s owner panting voluptuously. While she let him slide in and out she got busy with taking down another pair of briefs. No big deal as she was supported eagerly.
The second uncaged cock was pointing directly at her cheek, already quite hard. She gave the fist one free with a sucking plop and started to lick the not yet known one. He was not as long but rather thick. Nevertheless she got him between her lips sucking him devotionally while she pet the first one, which was slick from her saliva and slipped between her stroking fingers with ease.
Her free hand hooked behind the waistband of the last remaining boxer. She needed not much more than this. He pulled his briefs down immediately. Again she shifted her attention, curious about the third.
“Oh my God,” she sighed as she caught sight of this cock. An iron-hard monster pointed at her face.
“Huuuge,” she looked up into his face with widened eyes. She met a shit-eating grin at his face.
She was prone to give it a try. She kissed his cock-head and licked around while she still was petting the other ones gently. He grabbed his cock and pulled the skin back, revealing the full size of its crown. She had to struggle to suck this cock without getting her teeth down on it. But she managed.
For a while she was dividing her ministration between the three cocks surrounding her, until they got them all but rock hard. She felt no more awkward. She felt wanted. And more than that she had become horny as fuck.
She rose and stood up among them again. She did not need to ask as their faces spoke for themselves. They did enjoy her warming up. She smiled and took a deep breath.
“I don’t know ‘bout you guys,” she whispered with her voice trembling of arousal, “but I’m damned horny now.”
“Fuck yes, me too,” the one with the monster cock nodded. And the mimics of the other two showed clearly, that they were about the same state of mind.
She went over to the locker to pick her mobile, waving with her firm butt.
“Well”, she said, “it might be kind of weird. But would you mind to do some photos? I don’t need any faces to be seen. Just something to remind when I am old and gray.”
She turned around, watching their reaction with suspense. It was the backbone of this evening that they would agree.
The guys were uncertain as she could see. The looked among each other in order to check how their mates would think about it.
“No faces?” the one with the greedy hands asked.
“Certainly not,” she confirmed. “It is not about compromising or blackmailing anyone. It is just a private thing for me I can ensure you.”
Another moment of nerve killing silence.
“Well, then. No faces is fair enough for me”, the one with the passionate kiss agreed.
Eventually no one wanted to appear chickenshit and she got the approval from all of them. Their cocks had anyway made up their own minds due to her intimate kisses and perhaps they had voted too to make the guys come up with the right decision.
“Neaaat,” she warbled smirking and handed her mobile to one of them.
As she had passed her mobile she gently grabbed the cocks of the two other and dragged them luringly to the giant divan. She licked her lips mewing like a cat in heat. Then she hit the divan and let herself down on the soft furniture, both feet still on the ground.
One of the guys knelt down immediately while the other joined her. She took care of his cock with calm long strokes before she began to lick around his head. The other guy pulled her knees apart and craned his head between her thighs.
She felt his tongue sliding along her moist slit. She shivered with anticipation. His tongue fooled around and was soon accompanied by his lips. He began to plow between her petals digging deeper and deeper inside her needing pussy.
“Oh yes. This is good. So good,” she panted.
Then she swallowed the cock as deep as she could. Her nose touched his belly and she felt him deep down at her throat, gasping. She gagged until she adopted to his size and was able to control her reflex. But then she gave him a blowjob with made him pant deeply. Again and again she swallowed his cock, deep-throating it and sucked it wildly.
The mobile clicked like a camera shutter. Photo taken.
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« on: January 29, 2017, 03:39:55 PM »
A tribesman’s fate
The sun stood high at the sky burning the earth with relentless power. The air flickered over the burning land and was filled with noise. Wood hitting wood. Metal hitting metal. The origin of this noise was the walled yard of an ample villa which dominated the hill it was built upon. It stood on the very outskirts of Peastum, a busy town several days south of Rome. On the balcony stood two ladies which looked down on the dusty backyard with excitement where the noise had its origin.
They wore artful hairstyle with pearls woven into their curled hairs and long airy tunics which were held by sashes bend around their refined bodies just below their breasts. Close to them stood a tall woman with red hair dressed with a simple tunic. She waved a big hand fan with ostrich feathers to deliver a stream of air to the ladies.
“Aglaea dear, would you like more wine”, the older lady who looked slightly past the midst of her 20’s asked.
“Oh yes, with pleasure Lavina. It is very hot today. See how the men are sweating,” the one called Aglaea answered. She seemed to be a bit younger perhaps 22 to barely 24.
Lavina clapped her hands and a girl with bronze skin and curly black hair left the shadow close to the wall and refilled Aglaea’s goblet. Lavina nodded the girl and shifted her attention again down to the yard while the girl stepped back to the wall.
Lavina let some time pass until she broke the silence again. “How do you judge them?” she wanted to know.
“Honestly, I do not understand too much about it. Of course I adore the games. But to judge? Well, If you ask me I would bet on the tall blond one over there. Who is he?” was Aglaea’s prompt reply pointing her finger down on one of the men.
“Oh, this one? You have a stunning taste my dear. He is one of the slaves Germanicus brought from his recent campaign. One barbar from the northern forests beyond the Alps. His name is Hildbert. He is training for not too long but as Aemilius says he has a very promising future. Tall, strong, athletic, skilled and fearless. He is really blessed by Mars as it looks like.”
Aglaea smiled, “May be not only blessed by Mars. Also Venus might have had a word or two, don’t you think so?”
Lavina laughed, “Oh well, probably. You will never change, will you? I already forgot about it. Since my marriage with Aemilius I almost forgot about the way of life in Rome. And its countless pleasures. It is so hard and boring to live here in the south. The middle of nowhere.”
“Surrounded by the most adorable men one could imagine,” Aglaea extended Lavina’s sentence chuckling while fixating the blond barbar eagerly. “I think it is not the worst thing to be married to a lanista and live in a ludus. If I imagine my view from the balcony it is far less entertaining.”
“You’re kidding,” Lavina replied. “What could ever compete with the life in Rome?”
“To watch the games each day,” Aglaea answered with a grin and took a sip from her wine. “Would you mind to let them fight for me?”
“Of course not,” Lavina agreed, ”If my precious friend has a wish, it is my order.” She clapped her hands.
Down the yard a black man wearing a whip looked up, “Domina?”
“Douksa, get an opponent for Hildbert and let them fight,” Lavina ordered.
“As you wish domina,” was Douksa’s obedient answer. The Nubian let his whip crack to interrupt the practice of the men and told Hildbert to take up wooden arms. As a murmillo he got equipped with a sword and the tall shield of a legionnaire. Usually also a bronze helmet and greaves if it were for a real fight in the arena. This time he wore just a leather helmet and padding around his sword-arm and legs and a short wooden sword.
His chosen opponent was the typical one: a thraex. He equipped similar gear but a smaller rectangular shield and a bended wooden sword shaped like the real sica. The bend was meant to enable thrusts over the rim of the bigger murmillo’s shield or to hook behind the shield to compensate for the different sizes. Unlike for real fights he too wore not the bronze gear. Just a leather helmet and padding same as Hildbert’s.
“One dinar on Flavus the thraex,” Lavina said.
“You’ll owe me one than,” Aglaea smiled and watched the ongoing with rising excitement.
Both gladiators got ready and faced the balcony. They greeted the ladies by rising their swords and than turned to face each other.
“Oh by the Gods,” Aglaea cheered. “This is so exciting.”
“You may order them to begin,” Lavina invited.
“Oh really? That’s great. I love you so much Lavina,” Aglaea was flattered. Than she yelled down, “Begin!”
The thraex immediately attacked and threw his whole weight in a shield-trust against Hildbert. But the northern barbarian was too strong to be put out of balance so easily and held his stand. The shields crushed against each other with no further effect. Immediately Hildbert gave a powerful push back to his shield and threw his opponent away into defense. They started to clash together again and again. Each stroke, each thrust they ducked, dodged or deflected with their shields. Both were skillful fighters as Aglaea could witness. The fight went back and force with no clear advantage for one or the other. What Hildbert had in favor with strength, the other gladiator compensated with experience, lighter gear and better agility.
Aglaea leaned over the parapet of the balcony not to miss a move. She followed the combat with reddish cheeks full of suspense and quite aroused. She cheered her favorite shivering with anticipation. The muscular half naked bodies gleaming from sweat in the hot southern sun stimulated her fantasy.
Than Hildbert made a cunning move. He lured the thraex by showing an open space in his shield guard. As expected the thraex tried a sword thrust against the opened space. But Hildbert dodged the thrust he had foreseen and spun around giving the thraex a hard blow with his shield to the back. Already almost out of balance from his forceful thrust which only pierced the air Hildbert’s blow brought him down to the sand. At once Hildbert was upon him and held him down with his heavy shield on his neck. Flavus rose his hand with two fingers towards the balcony as a sign of his surrender begging for mercy. Hildbert looked also towards the balcony rising his wooden sword. His neck framed by tousled hair blond as straw.
“He may live,” Aglaea said delighted towards her victorious favorite. “He brought me a dinar at last and fought bravely. Spare his life.” She held her hand out with the thumb upwards. Of course Lavina did the same. If it was time to spill blood it should be inside the arena and not at this forgotten place without the cheers of hundreds and hundreds of throats. Besides this fight was not meant serious.
“I owe you a dinar”, Lavina said and smiled to Aglaea who could not turn her face away from this barbarian gladiator who was helping Flavus back on his feet.
“What? Oh yes, indeed!” Aglaea answered obviously lost in thoughts.
Meanwhile Hildbert was putting his training weapons back and was about to continue the training as his comrades already did. Still observing, Aglaea made a sudden move towards Lavina, “You know? Concerning the dinar I have an exciting idea. Listen...” She put her mouth close to Lavina’s ear and whispered something. As she finished Lavina rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly. “My dear. If you wish it, it will be. Of course I won’t turn down your request.” Lavina looked down to the man with the whip, “Douksa!“
Douksa had been a gladiator himself for years. One with fortune. Unlike others he had won most of his fights. And the few he lost he fought with such bravery and skill that the crowd was willing to spare him. So he went through. He received several wounds during his career but due to good medical treatment he always recovered without being crippled. A gladiator was very valuable for his owner especially such a good one like Douksa. So they were treated well and got the best medical care money could buy. Douksa managed to survive due to his bravery, his skill and his talent to enthuse the crowd until he finally was rewarded with the rudis. The wooden sword which was the symbol of him being a free man now.
But just being free did not mean much inside of the strict hierarchical society of the Roman Empire. Therefore his options remained quite limited. Becoming referee in the arena or a bodyguard or keeping up the fights as a rudiarius and participate in the games as an elite. Opting for glory and wealth. Or death.
Douksa took another decision and signed a contract with the lanista to become his trainer of gladiators. But whether a free man or not. The domina was to obey in any matter as if she would be the lanista herself.
“Yes domina,” he replied dutiful up to the balcony where Lavina stood looking down on him.
“Hildbert has deserved a gratification. He shall have the rest of the day off. Send him to relax, bath and let him get a massage too. And during the next break I will have to talk with you inside the villa”, she gave her orders.
“I have understood domina,” Douksa replied. “Everything will be arranged according to your wishes.”
Lavina turned towards her guest, “Well, lets go inside and refresh a bit in the atrium. The heat it getting unbearable, don’t you think so dear?”
“You’re right as usual,” Aglaea agreed unable to turn her head away from Hildbert. “May be we could have a light meal too?”
Lavina nodded: “Sure!”
“Oh, by the way. Does this barbar speak our tongue?” came suddenly to Aglaea’s mind.
“Well, don’t expect him to write poems. But he understands most,” was the answer.
The ladies went chatting through the door inside the villa and fled the burning heat down inside the atrium which was much more comfortable to stay. They rested on convenient divans which stood around the central pool. They let themselves being served from the house slaves with wine and tiny dishes.
Hildbert left the yard and went to the quarters of the gladiators. He went to the bath room and prepared himself a bath. He slipped into the stony tub and felt the refreshing water which took the weight of his body away. Same way it took away his thoughts. Way back to the north, deep inside the moist and foggy forests where his tribe the Cherusci lived.
Until the day the Romans returned seeking revenge for Varus’ three slaughtered legions. They met the Romans for battle at a location named Idistavisus. But Germanicus was able to get the upper hand with the help of traitorous Chatti. Arminius led the united German tribes to a second defense line at the Angrivarierwall. This battle the Romans also claimed victory but they suffered such terrible losses that they had to return behind the Rhine. Hildbert was captured during this battle and enslaved like all of those tribesmen who neither fell victim to the blood hungry swords nor could escape.
He remembered his free days, hunting in the forests and becoming a warrior. How he was living a free and proud life with no one above as the Gods.
He swallowed his bitter hatred for the Romans and swore to himself that he would regain his freedom one day. And return home.
As Donar might help him.
He stretched his body and closed his eyes recalling the images of his homeland. He began to drowse.
Hildbert was disturbed by another slave after a while. A stout man from Greek.
“I was ordered to give you a massage”, the Greek told Hildbert.
“I know”, was his short reply not very pleased with this disturbance. He rose from his bath and followed the Greek who could do miracles in slacken muscles and making them pliant.
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The sun had changed its place with the moon and the burning heat had given space for a mellow evening. The noise of the beating weapons had settled. Instead the air was filled with the chirr of countless crickets. Douksa guided Hildbert through the villa as he was ordered and committed him to his duties, “Whatever you’ll be told, obey! Whether you like it or not. Understand?”
Hildbert nodded. He quite well understood. If he would not obey the best he would have to face would be the whip. The worst could be crucifixion. He would obey.
Same way as he took each word from Douksa eagerly, each lesson with great attention. If he would ever be able to become a survivor in the arena and regain his freedom, than only if he takes everything Douksa had to offer.
And if he obeys.
One day he would return home. He would survive. No matter what. Hildbert’s mind was firmly set.
After a walk through the large villa Douksa finally opened a door for him and grinned: “Here we are. Don’t forget. Do as you’re told. Without exceptions. For this evening the person inside is your owner. If you forget it you will be reminded.” Douksa showed his whip to make matters clear. But this was not necessary as Hildbert knew quite well about. Every slave inside the Roman Empire knew it by hard. Hildbert nodded and slipped through the door.
He entered a very luxurious room which was dominated by a large bed. Tables, chairs, divans and footlockers completed the interior. The room was illuminated by dozens of oil lamps. The walls were decorated with artful paintings showing themes from Roman mythology. The figures seemed almost alive in the flickering lights.
The young lady from the balcony rose from one of the divans and trod gracefully towards him.
She wore a black dress which was only held by a thin loop around her neck holding the top in the middle. The dress did barely cover her breasts. The fabric was woven from very thin threads. Hildbert had never seen before alike. The cloth was so thin that it did not hide the breasts of the woman which approached him. Hildbert could see through and got an idea of the teats crowning her breasts. Close underneath her breasts was a seam like a roof ridge with the edge pointing up to her cleavage. From this seam downwards the fabric was interwoven top to bottom with parallel thin silver chains twinkling in the lights of the oil lamps. The dress ended far above her knees. It barely covered her mound and its transparency emphasized her gems much more than it did hide them.
At her ears hung valuable golden earrings which covered more than half the length of her slender neck. The upper part of the earrings resembled a heart-shaped golden frame which was pearled with white tiny pearls. At the point of this heart hung a big pearl. The main body of this jewelry reminded Hildbert of the head of a horned animal. The head-like lower part was a rhombus gemmed with tiny dark red pearls from stone or glass. The two broad golden horns flanked the big pearl and met at the top of the heart. In addition the whole red rhombus and the lower half of the earring were lined out with a row of tiny white pearls. Hildbert was sure that one of this artful earrings would be more than enough to buy his freedom several times. This woman must be very wealthy. And he understood if he would lay finger on her not a whip but a cross would await him.
As she reached him, he could smell a delicious scent from roses and other flowers he had never smelled before. She came very close and laid her hand on his shoulder following the shape of his muscles with great interest. Her carefully manicured fingertip followed his triceps down to his elbow and his biceps up again. It followed his strong broad shoulder, his collarbone and his chest. Than downwards his breast bone and over his ripped belly. The finger stopped just before it reached his loincloth which was all he wore. Hildbert stood like a stature and did not dare to move.
“So stiff?” the lady smiled at him. “I won’t bite.”
The lady went around him and examined his muscular back. “Well not very hard at last”, she giggled. “Have you been told why you are here?”
Hildbert shook his head though he meanwhile had developed a theory what the reason could be.
“Than I will tell you Hildbert. What a remarkable name. Does it mean anything?”
Hildbert nodded and assembled the words in the foreign language. “Think lucent warrior the meaning is”, he answered with his rough accent.
“My, my!” the lady grinned. “Very suitable as I could see. My name is Aglaea. I hope Mars will assure that you will honor your name in the arena.” She finished her circle around him and stood again facing him. “Well, any suggestions why I ordered you here?”
“Douksa say do what domina tell”, he avoided a distinct answer.
“Indeed?” Aglaea laughed. “Good premise. In fact I’ve chosen you to serve me. You are here to fulfill my needs in a very intimate matter. You understand?”
Hildbert shook his head.
She smiled at him with a forgiving attitude. “Oh, so hard to understand? You are here to satisfy my sexual desires tonight. And I pretty well hope you will perform as well as you did with the thraex down the yard. So until I rise my hand begging for mercy you aren’t allowed to stop. Clear enough now?”
Hildbert understood. That was clear enough. And he also understood that he had no choice. He was owned by her so he had to obey no matter what. And he would better do well or face the consequences. He answered humbly, “Yes domina. Clear.”
“Fine,” she replied and pointed at his loincloth. “Undress that.”
Hildbert unbent the cloth and threw it on the nearest chair. He stood naked in front of her waiting for further orders.
“By the Gods”, she showed surprise. “You’re blond even there.” Curious she came closer and had a look at his private parts. Obviously she had never seen a blond man naked before. Cautious she touched his bolt, combed with her fingers through his straw. Her eyes gained a wanting glow as she examined what he had to offer. Her hands went around his hips and cupped his butt.
“Hm”, she moaned. “So firm and strong. We will have much fun together, won’t we?”
Hildbert nodded helplessly, “As you say domina.”
“Of course,” Aglaea smiled confidently. “How else?”
She had a solid grip around his buttocks and pressed herself against his groin. Her floral scent got intense. Streaming from her warm skin into his nostrils. He could feel her warmth close at his body. To resist her temptation would mean to be made from stone. He was not. He was made from flesh and blood. With blood running through his veins driven by his vividly beating heart. He could feel her smooth full breasts against his chest. Her hard nipples poking into his flesh. His heartbeat went faster and filled his body with desire.
“You may touch me”, she told him as she started to caress his back. He took her in his arms and felt that her dress did not cover her back. He could feel her warm skin under his rough hands, callused from the handles of sword and shield. Tenderly he fondled her. So velvety soft skin. Bright skin which proved that her position allowed her to avoid the burning Italian sun whenever she felt like. Bright skin that gave a strong contrast to her raven-hued hair that framed her face. A beautiful face as Hildbert had to admit. And he had also to admit that he had never before touched skin as smooth and velvety than hers.
His touching hands examined her slender body. Following the form of her blade-bones and caressing up and down alongside her backbone. She mewed under his caresses while she fondled his back same way. Gently she bit his shoulder. Than she looked up to him.
“Kiss me”, she ordered him and pursed her lips.
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« on: December 24, 2016, 04:06:40 AM »
I met a strange behavior while editing poses.
After I finished the base animation and set finished state I started out with editing the first variation. While editing I figured out, that with each click the endings of some limbs (hand, feet) move with each click an almost unnoticeable bit. May be one pixel only. That would not be too worse one may think, but after an edit with a lot of clicks the hands and feet look crooked like broken. What makes matter worse, the first frame of the variation is also affected which can not be corrected after setting the base animation at finished state coz it gets fixed.
To make things more strange that it even effects limbs of a person which is not edited. It is the click in the free space. I figured out that many quick clicks on a free space make the movement obvious.
Limbs were locked in the edited frames. It affects not every limb and I don't get a clue, if there is a reason or if it is simply random which limb is affected. I had a look at the editors manual intensely but could not find anything i might have done wrong.
Did anyone face this - I may call it a bug - before? I gets me really demotivated to go along with editing anything further. I have made even a fresh install of AChat recently, so I presume it is not coz my install has a failure.
I would really like to do more than getting a cold butt on Fridays without a panty and contribute something to this game, but this way its not possible. Any fix would be highly appreciated coz this way it is p.i.t.a. and simply unusable.
So far my complain.
Merry Christmas everyone.
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« on: November 19, 2016, 11:08:20 AM »
From time to time it happens, that after logging in the avatar becomes botoxed, as we name it. It does not only appear on me. So the avatars miss any facial movements except the eyelids. No tongue, no lips move. This gets obvious in the character profile as well as in rooms.
It does not help to log out and log in again. Only to close the program and start it up from the very beginning solves this problem. In many cases after first attempt, in some it needs several. It is a minor bug, cos there remains a way out. Nevertheless it can be quite annoying.
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