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« on: February 18, 2018, 05:07:41 AM »
I am sure that a lot of meaningful relationships started through and because of this community. It is the reason why i left a while ago. Today im announcing that meaningful relationships can grow and evolve into something permanent.
To make good on a promise, I’d like to announce that I will be getting married to my partner that I met in this game. The 28th of februari is our day and we will always remember where and how we met. A thank you to the developers is in order even though we as individuals have the choice and the options to make a relationship truly special. Also a thank you to friends that supported us and wish us the very best. I wish the same to all and hope many more real love is accomodated through this platform.
With upmost tegards, Tight
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« on: May 06, 2016, 02:00:53 PM »
The Son of the moon.
He can’t sleep that night. His mind does not allow him to answer the call of his body for rest. It would be a long day tomorrow, he realizes that but yet he finds it impossible to close his eyes and drift away to dreamland. The next day would be one of the most important days in his life but rest he cannot find. He gets out of bed and starts pacing through his room, going over the ceremony that he is undergoing the next day.
He will turn 18 the next day and reaching the age of a man, becoming a fully accepted member of the village, meant that he would have to undergo his initiation. And completing the initiation ritual will reward him with the respect of the townsfolk. The respect that he needs if he wants to finish his apprenticeship, build a home or chose a woman for marriage.
His mind starts to wander as he thinks about some of the delightful creatures that are in town. Girls and women with long and smooth hair soft and shiny. Eyes that are always seductively turned away when he tries to catch a glimpse of them looking at him. The soft curves of their bodies tantalizing his thoughts, tempting him in the night. How he wants to lay with one of them. But the rules of his people are agonizingly strict. No boy can lay with a woman until after his initiation and you remain a boy to the community until you complete your initiation.
Breaking the rules has severe consequences. Most often the boy is sent into exile to the wetlands and he is not allowed to return to town for 2-3 years. He would be denied finishing his apprenticeship, no claims on a house or plot of land would be acknowledged and no woman would accept any marriage proposals until he was reinstated. Most often the woman or girl is not punished as there is no initiation for them. Women have a different place in society, it is up to the man to show virtue, to be well behaved.
He feels the soft pressure in his loins, his cock growing as his thoughts graze the edge of sexual fantasy, starting to press against the iron sleeve around it. Having worn the sleeve for so many years, conditioned by the experience of pain, the pressure quickly brings his thoughts to less tempting subjects, knowing that a progressing erection would bring progressive pain. But tomorrow he would be freed from the restricting sleeve. Tomorrow he would be a man and the reward would be worth all the restraint, focus and effort.
With his hands clenched into fists, he continues his pacing through the room. Walking from wall to wall, his nose almost touching the wooden panels on one side before turning around and walking towards the other side of the room where he can look out onto the yard. Back and forth, back and forth, his mind too high strung to allow him any rest. He looks out the window, the moon behind the clouds, casting an eerie light over the houses across the yard. Soon the sun would rise above the horizon, starting its ascent into the sky.
A soft, sudden noise outside draws his attention and standing completely still, he lets his eyes drift over the crates and barrels stacked in the yard at the back of the house. From the corner of his eye he catches a glance of something white moving in the back but when he looks at it straight, there is nothing but shadows. He could have sworn there was something there but he loses his patience after staring at the spot for a while and turns away from the window.
He walks to the other side of the room again, passing the chair on which his clothes for the next day are laid out. The leather of his jerkin and the linen of his shirt feel coarse on his soft hands. Simple clothes but fit for the challenges that lay ahead of him. He picks up the jerkin and checks the leather straps. They need to be in good shape to keep the jerkin tight around his body, it needs to protect his upper body when he walks the gauntlet tomorrow. A broken strap could mean sever bruises on his chest or abdomen. He doesn’t want to be in too much pain when the the initiation is over. There is a great reward waiting for him, if he makes it through the day.
A soft flow of air raises the hair in his neck and he turns on his heels quickly, finding the window cracked, the curtains moving slightly in the light breeze of the night. Wasn’t the window closed? Didn’t he make sure it was to keep out the noises of the street to ensure his rest? He can’t remember, his mind to occupied with the events ahead of him. He walks up to the window and pulls the handle of the window to close it, then grabs the curtains to pull them shut when he hears a soft giggle less than a foot away from him.
“ What the hell..?”
As he pulls the curtain to the side, the slender figure of a young woman appears from behind the thick, lush cloth hanging to the floor. Dressed in just a thin, white night gown, a big smile on her face, the young woman steps into the light of the candles in his room.
“ Vida! What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here!”
Vida… The girl he had known all his life, the daughter of the gold smith at the end of the street, the girl that he played with in the streets and that started haunting his dreams all too often once he discovered her beauty and her sexual appeal. She had caused him more physical pain as he would ever tell her, although he was certain that she knew exactly what kind of effect she had on men. Heads turned when she walked the streets, her body slender and tall, her hair as dark as the night, her eyes blue as the ocean, her lips full and pouting, forming the perfect kissing mouth. Her breasts firm and full, her waist slender, her hips wide. Her legs long and slender, athletic at the same time. Somehow she oozed sex when she reached the age of 16.
The smile on Vida’s face changes into a sneaky grin. Quickly she places her hand on his chest and pushes him to the bed, making him sit down as his calves hit the edge of the matrass. Taking a step back, she presents her body by pushing her chest out, exposing her barely covered breasts, arching her back to show off her tight ass and pulling up her night gown a little to expose her calves and knees.
“Aww, poor boy. Nervous about the initiation tomorrow? Why can’t I be in here? I’ve been in your room a million times!”
She moves, turning around and walking towards the mirror in his room, swinging her hips on purpose, teasing him with her femininity. He watches her move, swallow a lump in his throat, feeling his cock start to swell again, finding it hard to talk with his throat dry.
“ You know you can’t be in here. By the sons of the moon… Are you just here to give me a hard time?”
She giggles, looking at his crotch, still facing the mirror.
“I wouldn’t mind you getting hard…”
She turns around and moves closer to him, waving her night gown around her, pulling it tight around her, letting him stare at her body, the outline sharpened as she tightens the thin fabric around her. Then her face turns serious, her eyes flickering with a sudden urgency.
“I am here to prepare you. You have your initiation tomorrow but walking the gauntlet, getting a beating on the town square is not the only test you will have to undergo. There is more to your initiation as you’ve been told. It is a secret but I don’t want you to fail. So let me stay, I want you to succeed.”
His mouth falls open in surprise. Another initiation? What could that be? And even though she said it is a secret, not many things are secret in this small town where everyone practically knows everyone. How come he has never heard of this and what does it entail?
“For what do I need to be prepared Vida?”
The words leave his lips uncontrolled, stuttering, being confused by her presence and the seductive way she moves and twists her body. The sleeve is starting to get tight around his half swollen member and he is starting to feel the increase in pressure, knowing that soon it will start to hurt. He is familiar with the pain and often he had been grateful for knowing it. It had helped him often in suppressing his desire to lay with a woman, not wanting to ruin his chances on a good future. He has had the chance to sleep with a woman a few times, he knew that there were a few woman in town that desired him. He was a good looking young man and his father was financially well off. He was good marriage material and he felt the pull of a woman before. But the chastity sleeve helped him and he was praying that it would help him again today.
“I will tell you everything and show you what you need to know, as long as you make me one promise. You have to swear to this, otherwise I will tell you nothing and leave right away. You’d be wise to swear the vow I need from you and let me sow you what you need. It will be very beneficial to you.”
His mind starts racing, confused as he is. He is unsure what to answer and his hands are twisting in his lap. His curiosity is stirred, he wants to know what she has to tell him but at the same time he feels hesitant. He can tell from her demeanor, her tempting poses and her seductive smile that he will have to endure pain if he decides to listen to what she has to say. He looks at her, sees the tense expression in her face and knowing her as well as he does, he understands that she truly wants to help him. His breath escapes through his teeth in a soft hiss as he gives in. With a soft voice he answers her.
“Fine, what is my vow?”
The tension leaving her body is visible and the cheeky smile returns to her face. She moves in even closer, stands between his opened legs and leans in, allowing him to look down her cleavage, seeing her young, perky breasts.
“You have to vow that I will be the first woman you lay with, tomorrow, despite what any delights any another woman promises you. I want to have you first, before anyone else…”
Puzzled he looks at her.
“Who else would promise me delights tomorrow? I don’t understand…”
“Ofcourse you don’t. You are not supposed to understand. That is why I am here, to make you understand. To tell you what will happen tomorrow so you won’t make any foolish decisions in your confusion. Now, promise me. Make your vow to me… Vow to me that I will make you mine…”
She steps back and looks at him sternly. Hesitantly he moves to the edge of the bed, then slides down and kneels on the floor before her. He takes her extended hand in his and looks up at her, trying not to drown in her deep pools of blue. Then he starts to speak
“To Vida, daughter of the sun, siren of the plains, recipient of my services. I vow to you that you will be the first woman I lay with, despite any promise of pleasure any other woman shall promise me, in past, present or future. May my soul be taken and devoured by the coven of the dawn if I break my vow.”
“Baldour, son of the moon, ranger of the wetlands, heir of the morrow. I accept your vow and will see that you keep it. May the coven of the dawn take and devour your soul if you break your vow to me. Now sit on the bed”
She pulls her hand back, steps back and finds her place in the middle of the room while he moves back to the bed. All tension flows out of her face and her body visibly as she places her feet slightly apart on the floor. Her hands move up to the buttons that keep her night gown closed and slowly she starts to open them. After opening the last one, just above her abdomen, she slips the straps off her shoulders and lets the gown drop to her feet, standing fully naked in front of him, proudly showing him her delightful body, a soft smile on her face.
“Tomorrow Baldour, after you have completed your initiation, after the celebration in the town hall with the other initiates, you will go home and go to bed. You will be tired so you will fall asleep quickly. But you won’t sleep for long. You will be woken up and taken from your room, bound and blindfolded and you will be brought back to the town hall. When you arrive there and your blindfold is taken, 10 women will be waiting for you, all naked and all wanting to be pleasured or pleasuring you. This will be your second initiation.
“A second initiation? I don’t understand…”
She spreads her legs a bit wider, the flickering light of the candles dancing over her young, beautiful body, exposing the soft tuff of hair just above her sex. Her hands starts gliding over her body, starting at her neck, over her shoulders and chest, downwards over her full breasts, sliding down her abdomen, along her thighs and then back up again. She slowly starts to turn, moving her hands to her hips, over her tight buttocks, along her sides up to her front again until she has come full circle. The soft smile is still on her glistening lips, moistened by her soft tongue, teasing him, testing him.
“To pass this initiation, you will need to chose 5 women. Each women you will have to give a ‘gift’ before you can pick the next one. One woman you have to give physical pleasure. One woman will have to taste your seed. One woman will have your seed to smoothen the skin of her breasts. One woman will have your seed in her tightest entrance, one woman will have your seed in her mound. You will need to prove that you can give these gifts to a woman before you are allowed to propose anyone for marriage.”
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« on: November 02, 2012, 05:32:09 PM »
Since this is where I started, I thought it fitting to post it here.. *takes a deep breath* Dear Friends, The stories for the contest have been posted, the poll is open for everyone to vote for their favorite one. This is the climax of the 3rd Erotic Story Contest of Achat. I organised the first one about a year ago and for organisational reason, i was allowed to call myself the first moderator on forum. I never intended to do more outside of that little section but when the opportunity was there, I felt honored to expand. This game, this forum has brought me a lot. It allowed me to make friends, develop parts of my creativity that I didn’t know I had and gave me a look into the feelings and views of wonderful people. I have done my best over the past year, to make this forum a nice place to spend time in, read and post, get to know other people and get a sense of community. Because that is what this place is for me. A community of like minded people with different opinions.  It clashes sometimes, sometimes people are misunderstood, but there is a alot of leniancy (?) in this place. People are open minded or can be persuaded to be and view a matter from a different perspective. Some things really stick out for me in this place. The talent and commitment people have shown to the members of this forum. The relentless fight for LGBT poses, the talent shown by the new designers, the stories written. It amazes me what skills are shared and how enthousiastically they are received. But most of all it is the friendships that are formed here, a bond between a group of people that have found eachother on a certain level, use the possibility to speak their mind and share their thoughts, ideas and wishes with eachother. And that is what i will miss the most. The people here. I will miss them because I am resigning as forum moderator and active member. For personal reasons I have not been able to find the time the forum needs and I have been struggling to keep up with the few commitments I still have here. I will see the 3rd contest through until the poll closes and the prizes are rewarded. So I will be present here, but in a very toned down state. The forum and the game have been a great influence on me. I have experienced highs and lows here, discovered things about myself I never suspected having in me and that is all because of you.. The people in the game and on forum and it is with pain in my heart and a tear in my eye that I have to say goodbye. I am going to miss this place, more than I care to admit. Thank you, all… Tight
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« on: November 02, 2012, 05:00:39 PM »
Surprise in basement, Part I - Lover “Oh no. Noooo. Not me. Why am I always at the right time on the wrong place?” I ask myself, shaking my head. What has happened now? In my life I experienced so many crazy things. More then one man can handle. Though it seems I am supposed to be… As mentioned I experienced a lot. But this is going to break my mind. Is it really possible? I remember the last weeks… Patty and I met during a briefing for a new marketing campaign few weeks before. I was there as an agent of my company, she as agent of the advertising agency. When I first met her, I wasn’t able to take my eyes off of her. I could hardly concentrate on my business. From the first day there has been a special mood between us. I used any chance to talk to her or to meet her. I’m sure very soon she noticed I want more then just a business relationship. And she seemed to feel the same. Some calls she did have not been necessary, she just asked little questions though the answer was obviously. Also I made sure to sit beside her during our meetings. Sometimes our legs touched. I always felt a drawing in my hips then – and deeper too. When we talked we looked into our eyes – longer then usual. When we welcomed I hold her hand, fondled her and she didn’t pull back. When I was in bed I dreamed of her. Her sexual aura was so big… my desire for her was growing each day more and more. Yes, I had sex with other women in this time. But it was not as funny as it should be. I was not able to concentrate myself or to enjoy – my thoughts were with her. My only great orgasms were when I fondled myself, thinking of her… which I did each night. With time passing by the marketing campaign made progress. We found a nice location for the photo shooting. Of course I asked Patty to escort me to check it. She agreed at once. So I picked her up and hugged her for the welcome. She smelled so good. Oh how much I wanted to kiss her at one… While we were driving to the house I frequently looked to her. Good luck it was a beautiful day, sunny and warm. She wore a beautiful short black skirt and a white blouse. When I looked more closely, I noticed a light blue bra… mmm.. had to be careful not to hit a tree or another car while I was dreaming of her and me.. alone in the house… Her skirt slides up a bit, offering me a wonderful view to her endless legs and almost to her panties, but her legs were closed. Soon it was tight in my trousers. It was a nice old house at the end of a small forest. Behind there was a big lake and at the end of the lake a small mountain. The last owner died years ago – nobody entered the house since then. We have rent it for one day to take the photos for the campaign. After we opened the door we go inside. One door on the left side leads to a big kitchen, the door on the right to the living-room. A big stairway goes to the upper floor and straight in front of us we see another door – probably a stairway down to the basement. I don’t know why, but we decided to go into the basement first. We go down and reach two closed doors, one on the left and one on the right side. We chose the right one and reach a little room with some old furniture. What is this? In the right corner I see a big electrical box – similar to a music box, but I don’t see any records. I look at Patty – she also is surprised, probably she also never has seen this before. She walks on by to the box and leans forward to have a better look. Mmmmm…. I also have a better look now – right to her hot ass. Her skirt rods up a bit as she bent over. Oh my god. I see endless legs and her tiny panties… and wonderful buttocks, sweet and sexy, formed as an apple… my cock is growing, it’s tight in my suit pants. “Now or never” I think to myself. I step closer, hug her and whisper “From the first day I saw you I wanted to have you. You are amazing and I can’t hold myse lf back any longer” I kiss her neck while my hands start to push up her skirt, fondling her long legs… she releases herself of my hands and turns around – I look at her. Will she slap my face? I see her eyes – flashing. But it is not an angry flashing, more an exciting one. Suddenly she pulls me to her and starts a passionately kiss. Ooohhh wonderful… she feels the same and also is as excited as I am. We deeply kiss. I lift her and sit her down on the box. As our tongues snake and we melt into one the world explodes. Flashes around us, rockets starting, the sound of a machine is getting loud… She opens my zipper and releases my cock. I open her blouse, push down her bra and knead her perfect tits. She takes my cock and leads it straight into her pussy…oooooohhh I moan… she is as wet as my cock is hard and he slips inside without any problems, though her pussy is rather tight. I thrust my cock fast in her pussy, she answers with her hips moving against me. The fire has started and none of us wants to stop it now. We moan, we gasp… I even don’t notice the machine is shaking, too. She feels it… must feel as if she is sitting on a running washing machine…Still the sound of a machine fills the room but we don’t notice. There is only she and me and our horny mood. Our eyes meet as we look at each other. Passion, fun, excitement, happiness, pleasure, lust… all this and much more we see in the other one. All I have dreamed of the last weeks is real now… she is here with me. I don’t have to wank my cock, thinking of her… no, she is here with me and it’s so much better then I ever had believed. Her wet pussy is squeezing my cock. We kiss. Our tongues move quickly, trying to catch each other, snaking… I bite her bottom lips.. she moans and pulls me harder towards her… “ooohh Patty….” I moan in her mouth as my right hand is kneading her left breast. She offers me her breast, begging for more…so I take her nipple between thumb and index finger, pulling it, twinching a bit… she almost screams of pleasure and her breath is fast in my mouth… I push her upper body back. Now she lays on the music box, just her legs are free. I bend down and greedy lick her slit. I have to taste her! Mmmmmmmmm… yes… I smell her amazing scent… this special scent of hot juice, tasty pussy and salt… greedy I eat her pussy as I feel her hands on my head, pressing it stronger against her. I lift her pelvis and lick her pussy as deep as possible. My face is covered with her juice as my tongue is turning and beating her inside. “Ooooh stop now… I need your cock..please…fuck me” she screams. I stop licking, take my cock and ram it in her pussy. Pull out completely and thrust in again. Again and again… I’m so horny, I can’t hold myself back much longer. Being together with this amazing lady, feeling her excitement and also feeling the same is almost killing me. I feel it coming… hearing her screaming “ooooh Heiko….” Fast I pull her body up to me, put my arms around her and hold her close, fucking her fast with short moves now. She bites on her own lips as she is cumming… same moment I shoot my load deep in her pussy, flooding her, mixing our juices to a very special power drink… Such strange sounds I never have heard before during an orgasm… never seen those flashing lights… wow… that’s unique! I look at Patty – she looks at me, her eyes are shining. She laughs. “Hm, that was really hot and naughty. Bet you have planned it.” “Who knows” I answer, devilish smiling. Again I pull her close to me and we deeply kiss. Still I can hear this special sound. Like a machine. A machine?  The sound of a machine? We stop kissing and look around. I see lights flashing on the box. We must have started it when I sat her down. “Look!” she calls. We notice a small field with numbers. The numbers are changing fast… we can’t take our eyes off… holding us by our hands. After in about 60 seconds everything stops. Now we can read: 20531015 - What does it mean? None of us has an idea. We look around – nothing has changed and it’s quiet again.
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« on: September 19, 2012, 12:43:59 PM »
for those of you that have an older graphics card, can't say how old, you might encounter this effect with the feathered headbands that came with the native american outfits. It's the second time I have seen this effect, it is also present in the sex swing. The bar at the top seems to be connected with the floor by thin wires.. solution: buy a new pc.. 
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« on: September 16, 2012, 10:25:57 AM »
Location: Achat City, head quarters NSPD. 07:00 am.
It’s early in the morning as I exit my car and walk through the courtyard of the NSPD head quarters, coughing with the clouds of exhaust fumes whirling around my head, the speed patrol just heading out on their morning shift. With tears in my eyes I step through the main entrance and am greeted by the head officer on duty, sergeant Caffe. The bags underneath his eyes betray he had a rough night and lazily he raises his hand and points at the sign-in sheet on the counter.
“Top of the morning to ya..”
His voice low like a growling bear, the content of the sentence not matching the expression on his face. He tosses a pen at me which I am barely able to keep from lodging into my eye.
“Good reflexes.. Sign in Johnny-boy, your partner is already upstairs, digging through files and reports. I hear it’s your turn to type today.. Hehe..?”
With a grin on his face, he turns and sits back on his chair, watching the cams of the jails in the basement of the building.
Johnny, that’s me. Jonathan Strike, 33 years old and since 5 years a detective. I enlisted in the corps when I just turned 18, spent the first 5 years as beatcop and slowly worked my way up to my current rank. I’ve been assigned to the burglary department for all of my 5 years as a detective. I’ve gotten to know the city and its dark backstreets pretty well and my record has some big collars. I’m addicted to mints and I loath typing.
And then there is my partner, Jazsmin Venice. An absolute drop-dead gorgeus woman that gets more doen with just the flutter of an eyelash as I could if torture was allowed and I had a day or two. A perfectly proportioned body, long legs with a cute, tight, round butt, a slender waist and apple shaped breasts. Her long, dark hair, hazel eyes and bright smile can turn every man, and woman for that matters, into a jiggling puddle of jelly. Besides her gorgeous exterior she has her heart in the right place and is smarter as she gives herself credit for. The only flaw I ever discovered with her, was the silly little mutt she calls her dog. But she loves the mutt like a baby and treats her that way too, so I have never said anything about it, except the occasional hint that someone’s going to step on it one day accidentally..
With a grin on my face I sign in and start climbing the stairs to the first floor, turning right and walking into my department. Most desk are empty, but the smell of coffee already fills the room. If there is one person you can rely on, it is Rose. The receptionist who is always there first and always leaves last. As if she lives at headquarters. I walk up to my desk and find the usual mess. I’m not a very organised person and files of different cases, closed, open and cold, are thrown all around the surface. But before I fall own into my chair, I walk up to the hot coffee pot and fill my favorite mug. White porcelain, with a picture of Marilyn Monroe and her dress wavering around her hips, her lips pouted in a sensuous smile.
With a sigh I fall down in my chair, spilling coffee on my desk but my natural luck saves me from smudging any files with the dark liquid. I set the cup down carefully, then do spill coffee over a folder as I feel a soft breast press into my shoulder and a delicate, familiar perfum filling my nose. Then a loud thump sounds as a pile of reports is dumped on my desk, sliding and tilting off to the right and almost knocking my marilyn-mug of my desk.
“Your turn to do the typing, Jonathan”
I smile, the only time she calls me Jonathan, is the morning after we spent the night together. We are not involved with eachother, but take the advantage of being partners and the closeness that comes with that relationship, as a way to escape the stress that this job causes, sleeping with eachother when we need to blow off some steam.
I look up and am immediatly caught by her beautiful smile, her eyes a little warmer as they usually are, the touch of her fingers on my shoulder, familiar and comforting, reminding me of last night. We had been on a stake-out, following a lead in an older case, and spent most of the night fruitlessly waiting in the car. As usual the animated conversation died down after a while and we fell back into our litle habbits. She started twirling her hair with one hand, while with the other she tapped an little rhythm with her fingernails on the dash. She knows I hate it when she does that but still was unable to stop herself from doing it anyhow.
“Jaz,, could you please STOP tapping your fingernails on the dash? You know how much I hate that.”
“Oh shush Johnny-boy, you know I can’t help it. You really want to fight this battle out again? Why don’t you do something usefull with yóur hands..”
I knew the glance in her eyes all too well and as my hand slide down over her thigh to her bare knee, she lifted the lever and pushed the back of the seat as far back as she could, parting her legs in the proces. She closed her eyes and slowly let her breath escape through her lips as I slid my fingers underneath her skirt and moved them up, pushing her skirt upwards with my arm. She placed her hand on my forearm and gripped me tight as i let my fingers drift over her laced panties, having found her warm center.
With a deep sigh she leaned against me, burroughing her face into the hollow of my neck, kissing me softly, warming my skin with her breath. My fingers slipped into her panties from the side and pushed them away from her opening, finding her lips damp and partly opened, the roll of her hips inviting my fingers to touch and slide in. In soft glides I let my fingertips run up and down the lips of her sex, gently pulling on them, before slipping one finger between her petals and prodding it against her entrance. Her juices started to flow slowly and with twirling, circling movements I coated the tip of my finger before pushing it upwards and finding her little nub.
She bit me in my neck as I touched her, the flick over her little button sending a quiver through her body, rewarded by a mark in my neck. Her soft sultry voice started whispering in my ear, her tongue intermittently flicking through the shell, as she praised me and urged me to continue. Her body heating up, her hips writhing, pushing her sex against the palm of my hand as I started exploring her depths. Her nails pushed deep into my arm when I slid two fingers inside her narrow, slick channel and replaced the digit circling her clit with my thumb.
“Oh Johnny-boy… You know me so well..”
Without answering I continued the slow, dragging slide of my fingers, spreading them inside her, pushing them together in the glide into her. Following the rhythm of her twisting hips, my fingers started moving faster in and out of her coated channel, massaging her juices into her lips and clit with my fingers and thumb. She became quiet, her body pressed firmly against my chest, her breath shallow and fast, on the brink of her climax. Her arms slid around my neck, almost strangling me as I felt her body start twitching against me, her sex rippling around my fingers in the spasms of her orgasm.
The pressure of her hand on my arm, kept my fingers pushed deep inside of her while she slowly settled down, shivering with the tremors the aftermath sent through her frame. Then she let go off my hand, grabbed my wrist and brought my wet fingers to her lips, sucking each digit clean as she slowly slid them into her mouth. Then she leaned in and offered me her lips to taste her from. I took my time to lick every last hint of her sweet nectar off her lips and tongue and just as she moved the seat back to the upwards postion, the blinks of a car behind us signalled our relief to have arrived. Before letting me start the car, after a short exchange of information with the new arrived team, she leaned in and whispered warm and sultry in my ear.
“My place is closer…”
***
“Strike! Venice! My office, ten seconds ago!”
The high-pitched, hacking voice of Captain Mitia tore through the intimate connection between our eyes as it rolled through the department room. With a blush on her face, Jaszmin pulled back quickly from leaning against my body and walked straight to her desk to drop off the last of the reports, then clicked to the fish bowl office of the captain on her high heels. Before she could reach the door, the blinds were lowered and turned shut, which usually meant bad news. As I got up from my chair, my mind was racing already, trying to figure out in what kind of trouble we got ourselves into.
As soon as I stepped into the office, the ice cold , blue eyes of the captain, luring over semi-circled reading glasses stuck to a starwberry-nose, pierced into mine and automatically I closed the door. The seeming privacy added usually to the volume of the captain’s voice, which deminished the blinds’ function, as every word could be heard through the thin wooden walls underneath the windows of the room. Following the eyes of the captain, I see several pictures fanned out over his desk, apparently crime scene shots of one of the yachts in the marina.
“You’ve got a new case. High priority, low level visibility. We’re dealing with the rich and famous of Achat City, so tread lightly.”
I step towards the desk and look at the pictures one by one. The yacht is a mess. Bottles and glasses littering each open spot, pillows and sheets tossed on the master bed, couches covered with confetti, lip stick and unidentified spills. That must have been quite a party.
“So what was stolen, boss?”
The only man who had never shown even the slightest hint of interest in Jaszmin, was the captain and it bothered her since her first day on the force. With her lips pouted, her body slightly twisted, pronouncing her well-rounded chest, she tosses her hair back at exactly the right moment, feeling the captain’s head turn, letting his eyes catch the glistening strands of her hair swirling around her face, creating a halo of shimmers around her head. I feel the drive behind her posing wave through the room and clearly notice the eyes of the captain squinting, as if he’s pulling up his shield of defense against the charm of Jaz.
“Nothing, and that’s the strange thing. It looks like the room was used for an orgy, left behind a mess, but nothing damaged or stolen. The tech guys that went in there, said the yacht lighted up like Vegas when they turned on the black lights”
“We’ll get to it straight away, boss. Looks like an orgy isright up our alley..”
Collecting the pictures from the desk, I feel the burning look of Jaz in my back and I know she will slap the back of my head as soon as we step out of the office. Although it is common knowledge that Jaz and I regularly spend the night together, it is kept silent, the subject avoided. She hates it when I hint towards it, but a little payback is due after her annoying nail tapping in the car last night.
‘slap’
“Stop doing that Johnny, you know I don’t like those jokes”
Though posing as being mad, I see the warm glow in her eyes as I turn towards her. I rub the sore spot on the back of my head with my hand as I lock her eyes in with mine.
“I know Jaz, I’ll buy you a piece of cake after we had a look at the dingy..” [/color]
Brown, gooey, soft, rich chocolate cake. I found her the perfect place when she told me she indulged in cake every so often. The only craving she gave in to. The first time I took her to my favorite pastry maker, I watched in awe how she devoured the piece of cake, savouring the taste bite by bite and almost climaxing on the seat next to me. That was the first time she dragged me to bed and, there are really no other words for it, fucked me in a crapulence of lust, almost unable to settle herself down.
“You know me all too well, Johnny..”
She smiles one of her enchanting smiles at me, knowing it will make me glow with pride for receiving it and walks to her desk. Her purse is quickly filled with a few essentials and then she slides in behind me, her heels clicking cheerfully as we head for the car. It’s a short drive and the traffic is low, so within 15 minutes we arrive at the marina.
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« on: September 08, 2012, 05:42:10 PM »
For those of you that might not now, but love to read the Tattler like I do, here's a tip. Kind of like having a subscription.
Open the thread of the Tattler and scroll to the bottom of the page. To the right is a small buttons menu and one of them says: 'NOTIFY'.
Click that button and you're done. As soon as a new edition is posted, you will get a notification in your email.
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« on: September 06, 2012, 05:14:07 AM »
I am not sure if anyone has noticed it (well some have otherwise i wouldn't mention it), but apparently there is a kind of glitch when the connection with AChat's servers is lost. When chatting after logging in or even when in a room, the connection gets broken but you are not logged out of the game automatically. It is as if you are still connected. you can choose actions within the chosen pose, write, but there is no reaction from the other end. The other end is tossed out of the room and finds the partner that was selected, to be logged off.
It has happened to more as one friend and with some a few times within a short span of time. So the question iis, has anyone else experienced this? If so, I will send it to support
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« on: August 03, 2012, 04:00:37 PM »
“Time Travel” Announcing a new erotic story contest. For anyone to enter, judge or enjoy reading. Starring the theme of the contest: Time Travel. As discussed on forum, something from AChat will be incorporated in each story, to emphasise the connection with the game, and to recognise the dev-team for sponsoring the contest. As before, there will be an entry period with a deadline, and then a voting period with a deadline as well. This time less cramped in time. For anyone who’d like to enter, please take note of following notifications:
Rules: 1. Please do not break regulations or laws when submitting your story. 2. In the story, the central theme and something from Achat must be incorporated. The theme is Time Travel, the link to Achat must be based on a room, background or outfit, and preferably recognisably described. 3. The length of the story must not exceed 2 posts. 1 post allows 20,000 characters. That includes spaces as well. About 5500 – 6000 words, is the limit per story. 4. Only one story per contestant. 5. To submit your entry, please pm your story to the contest manager: tightfit74. When the story has been received, you will receive a message confirming the entry. Posting a story on forum by yourself, will disqualify you from the contest. Please use following lay-out to submit (with many thanks to you know who you are..  [Subject] (to be inserted into the PM Subject Line above) "Erotic Story Contest II" [Message] [HEADER] = Title pages: number of pages (A4 or US) Words: number of words, without Title Characters (without spaces): number of characters Characters (with Spaces): number of characters & spaces Included Components: (whatever option from Achat is chosen, please describe here) [BODY] (the story submission - to be posted as is by the contest manager) [FOOTER] = Writer's Name & Date of Submission Prizes:1. The winner of the contest will win 10.000 A$ or 1 year subscription. 2. The runner-up will get 5000 A$ or 6 months subscription 3. Second runner-up gets 1500 A$ or 1 month subscription 4. All other contestants will receive 250 A$ for submitting their stories. If either of the podium places are shared (in the other contest first place was shared), first prize is shared and the second runner up will get 3rd prize. If 2nd place is shared, the prize will be shared and 3rd prize will not be awarded. If 3rd place is shared, both contestants will receive 750 A$. Dates:Submitting: opening date for submitting stories is August 4th. Deadline: The deadline for submitting your stories is November 1st. Voting: The poll will be opened Friday, November 2nd . Closing: The poll will be closed Thursday, December 27th Winners will be announced Friday, December 28th I wish all contestants good luck, and all forum members, guests and dev team a lot of enjoyment when reading...
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« on: July 26, 2012, 01:14:06 PM »
I have an idea I want to run by you. I'm willing to put in a lot of effort to make this worik, if you all think this is a good idea.
So far we have our own events for our own causes. Oantless Friday started with the goal to get more decent male clothing. It's focus now has changed. When i read through an old post, an idea by Sinnnn (not unfamiliar with some of you) which suggested a rp-auction, I thought we could do something similar, but for a real cause. Like the fight against cancer, hiv in 3rd world countires, etc.
This is the idea: a couple of bachelorors and bachelorettes are offering a date in an auction. Bids can be made for a date with a particular bacjelor(ette) and the highest bidder gets to room with their elected bachelor(ette). At the end of the auction, the bids are substracted from the balance of the bidders and collected by the dev-team. They recalculate that amount to real currency and make a donation on our behalf.
Any feedback is welcome, please from the A-team as well. You can shoot the idea down or support it. I hope for the last. If needed I will add a poll
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« on: July 24, 2012, 04:29:12 AM »
Erotic Story Contest
This topic has been moved to Contests (http://www.funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php?board=26).
http://www.funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php?topic=1228.0 (http://www.funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php?topic=1228.0)
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« on: July 24, 2012, 04:26:54 AM »
Dear friends,
as you may have noticed, the forum has been expanded with a new board, called 'Organisations and Events'
We requested the administrator of the forum, Suzy, to add this section so we can organise the forum in a (hopefully) better way, anticipate on the requests we've seen on forum and make this place nicer and more accessable to all that are interested.
The new section however, will have its consequences. A lot of posts will be moved around and it may cause some confusion for a little while. We (I hope Keiko, Bear and Lover won't mind me speaking for them) hope these changes are an improvement. Please leave your comments if you have any.
Tight
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« on: June 28, 2012, 08:09:59 AM »
Something I found out recently when a friend sent me a request to change the relationship we had. It is not necessary anymore to have to wait for your friend to read the cancellation message, when you want to change the form of relationship you have with that person. You can now simply cancel the current relationship and immediatly after that choose the new form of relationship. The friend the request was sent to, will receive the new request instead of a message announcing the cancellation. This is a huge simplification of the current system and I want to thank the dev-team for making it possible. The other way was a lot of hassle and caused a lot of confusement. I've asked Lover to change it in the FAQ and the quick start guides, but also wanted to inform the members of forum. Please, spread the word to those who don't read the forum. 
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« on: June 08, 2012, 11:15:53 AM »
Due to personal circumstances, i won't be able to watch this section of the forum for a while. I've asked Bear to take over while I am away and he accepted. Thanks for that, Bear. Giving the notice ahead of time, so everyone will understand why changes are made for the mods.
As of the 25th of this month, I will be away for an uncertain amount of time, but definitly back on time for the results of the contest.
Tight
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« on: May 31, 2012, 04:53:37 PM »
As the stories of contst II are posted and the poll is opened, I wanted to start discussing a new Topic for the next contest. I suggest to gather ideas for 4-6 weeks, then make a poll and the topic with the most votes, will be the topic for the contest.
I hope to be able to organise 3 contests per year, and as the length of them is about 5 months (3 for writing and entering, 2 for reading and voting), I suggest to start the entry period for contest IV to start after the first month of voting. With one month overlap, it is doable to organise 3 per year.
So topics..
As far as I’m conerned, everything goes, with the same ‘ingredients’ as before. So 5000-6000 words, something from Achat included, one storye per person. I’m thinking pirate theme, corporate/industrial theme, the victorian period.
I’m curious what you come up with...
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