Porn games, Sex chat

So this has likely been discussed before, but seeing as there isn't a thread concerning the topic currently, figure why not? Also, I've seen enough negative things people don't like in people (or said during chat), that I sorta' wanna see a topic on what people do like.

What specific actions turn you on during RP? Do you like it when your partner teases your neck? Takes out a guitar and plays a song for you? Nibbles on your lips? Straddling you mid-air, pulling your hair back while penetrating you? Curious to know (especially from the f/s here) because it gives me pointers on what a woman expects when we room. I know every person will have their preferences, but I wouldn't mind hearing some unique ideas so I can RP them out with future partners. Gents' feel free to provide some tips, along with what you expect a f/s to provide during RP as well!

I've finally decided it's high time I finally graduate from padawan and become a Jedi banner master like Martin.



I'll post banners I am working on for myself here, along with banners I worked on for other members. Feel free to drop a comment, request a banner or just offer some tips. Enjoy. 

New Years is almost here! In order to celebrate 2014, I've created this thread for people to simply let loose and go nuts. Think of it as a 6 day party leading up to the big ball drop on New Years Eve.

Also, share your New Years resolutions you wish to achieve, for here on achat (or in real life).

Alright, lemme pump up the volume to 11.



My achat New Years resolution is to just land 3rd place for the erotic story contest. I set my goals low. 

So here's my first entry for exotic stories. I'll be the first one to admit that I don't have a natural gift for writing exotic stories, but figured why not? I like to write, and it helps to kill time. Provide any constructive critism if you wish. Only thing I have to say is to bear with the lackluster sex scenes. Sorta have a story in mind. More is to come. 

She said something.

11:58 pm

It’s cracking I think.

I strain my eyes as I try to verify.  Above my head, I notice how the cracks push along the gray dulled ceiling, snaking along like a river  across some dry barren wasteland until slowly disappearing along the dark corners of the dimly lit room. I begin to lose clarity as the ceiling becomes this fogged up blurred mess; constantly shifting in and out of focus. I close my eyes, and try to settle down. I try to remember that self help tutorial on how to relax your body I saw earlier this week on youtube, and repeat to myself the tips given by instructor.

“Picture the one thing that makes you happy and run towards that..” are typed forcefully within my head again and again. I clutch onto the bed sheets, as I try. I mean I really try to relax.

Soon I begin to feel this awful penetrating headache. I lose track and can only hear the instructors nasal, patronizing tone.  I picture him in some upscale loft in Northern California, wearing clothing bought from Abercrombie, his sweater neatly wrapped around his neck. I picture in his hands a glass of wine likely imported from some French sounding town I have no idea on how to pronounce, gingerly swirling it about as he talks to brainless, air-headed zombies who latch on to his every word. My pounding headache slowly begins to abate as I fantasize what it would be like to have my knuckles bash against his self-bloated, smug face. Beating this man into a pulp, until his face resembles a red slab of bloodied meat.

Breathing in deep, I feel myself slowly slipping away into my own world. I see my oasis. My happy little private place, where my mind feels at ease. Whatever problems that had existed has, for this single small moment, melted away. For the first time all day I crack a smile.

“MMMM…what a naughty boy! How do you like it baby?” is screeched out. Just like that, my moment of peace is fucking ruined. I open my eyes and look straight ahead to see my girlfriend feebly trying to grind her body atop my dick. Her back is turned towards me as she gyrates, her ass wrinkling with every movement as both my hands jostle against her lightly moistened buttocks.

The piercing headache returns as my reality comes crashing back along side with it. I shut my eyes once more, wishing she would climax already.

“I saw that smile Josh! Do you like it when I FUCK you like an animal?” she belts, whipping around and looking at me with enlarged, elated eyes. I say something back, but she doesn’t seem to notice. I make sure to provide some squeezes along her ass, just to show I am still there. She continues to stir along my penis, her arms wrapping around her tiny body like a shawl, as if trying to contain the mounting orgasm building from within.

“I’m close..” is the only thing that she keeps repeating,  her breathing growing shallower and shallower with each passing second.

What follows is silence. Judging from her manic, uncontrollable shaking, I assume she just came. She seems to linger atop of me for what seems eternity not saying a word. I figure she’s savoring her orgasm or  perhaps preoccupied in some mindless thought that has suddenly farted inside her brain. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t care less. I politely shove her off,  watching her body crumble to my side.

I pull out my still erect dick, and use a portion of the bed sheets to wipe it clean.

“That was good baby. Did you enjoy yourself?” she asks as she sprawls herself across the bed, satisfied. I provide her the usual compliments,  my smile orchestrated per usual, making it seem like I enjoyed every waking minute. I’ve become pretty good at bull shitting I think. I observe the way her hair is matted and glued to her sweaty blushing face. How she slowly brushes the tips of her fingers against my chest while not saying anything else. How her small petite, pink colored lips look so delicious like cotton candy.

God, she looks hot right now. 

I have a profound moment, and begin to speak. Saying something about desire and love. She nods with each word, her eyes fluttering as she breathes lightly atop my face. Suddenly, a loud irritating ring echoes in the room.

“Hold that thought.” she chirps in, as she pushes herself off the bed, reaching down toward her crumpled pants that lay to the side of the bed. She settles back down next to me, her eyes concentrating on her phone as her fingers fidget about the screen.

“Oh wow. Look at this instagram pic, Chrissy just posted.” she says, as a cackling laugh escapes her mouth.

I feel sick.

I observe her phone for one second and then turn my attention towards the window. I notice how small droplets of water, slide down the glass. It’s been raining like this all week: the sky a leaky, faucet that slowly trickles down water down to our shitty apartment.

I begin to pick myself up, stumbling off the bed like some defeated, used up boxer, as I slump my way toward the bathroom. I close the door behind me and jerk off in the toilet.

I wonder if Late Night with Jimmy Fallon has started, or not.

..........

So I’ve finally decided to contribute to off-topic by presenting to youz’ guys one of my favorite games I participated in another forum called Corrupt a Wish. The game is pretty straight forward. Someone asks for a wish, and the next poster corrupts it. That poster then in turns comes up with his/her own wish which will be corrupted by another member.

For example:
“I wish to be a famous singer.”

Next to post will reply with “You wake up and find yourself to be Justin Beiber.”

The responder then comes up with their own wish within that same post.

“I wish I had…” etc etc.

Alright, let me get the ball rollin’.

I wish I had a beer right about now.