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Thanks Brandy I have been more over thinking the next scene and should probably just post it and let the story roll. I have been a bit busy taking care of some the quake damage from last week (Others homes not mine thankfully I was on the outskirts of that rolling shaker)
Sorry Jayc but I do think Brandy made a better spot of tea…. though I never understood her aversion of letting me have honey with it.
Hmmm caught lurking
I dare a guess HB might be about next.
Then I would start my quest to return her to her prison,… it seems obvious someone ha already let her out.
What if I gave you a beautiful sunrise?
crazy and wild
Pantless Fridays has 2 primary objectives… to increase awareness in game of an issue and second to recruit others into adding their voice in support either by contacting the developers or joining the forum and adding their voice to threads here. Success depends on how you respond to those inquiries as to what a Pantless Friday is..
Treat it frivilous and it will be that.
2012 was the last big organized pantless protest… you say where is the proof? well look at that comparative release I tracked,The following months after the protest saw a significant increase in FF releases, More Shemale poses. FF/FS were released simultaneously as were MF/MS releases done in conjunction. This had never happened before the protests.
Yet people listened to the naysayers.. the protests petered out.. and so did those poses.
The development team listened very well to us for years, and they will again if you approach them right. What has NEVER worked with them has been negativity.
August 28, 2014 at 6:32 am in reply to: A comparative look of the offerings over the past two years #141508True Ruyka I did not find advertised on the home page for either FFF or MMM poses.
As to MMM poses (and MM for that fact) looking at the poses shows a number available which were adaptions of poses released from other orientations developed in over the past couple of years. This may also apply to SS poses. SS and MM are still woefully short in numbers.The past year did show a signiciant drop in FF/FS pose releases. The prior year FF pose releases exceeded all classifications. This past year seems to have seen a greater emphasis on MS play.
3some pose numbers grew by 50 %. No particular combination clearly dominated, there was a more divergent spread of combination offerings.
To appreciate the redwoods one has to appreciate how gigantic they are…in all parts
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brings new meaning to tree hugger
Nostalgia time on the mountain… time to shake things up a bit
Kiki Dee ” I've Got the Music in Me”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsNl9zaWJdQWild Cherry… “Play that Funky Music”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRr2kf84V2MDoobie Brothers…. “Listen to the music”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVgMzKMgNxwPhoebe Snow…”Poetry Man”
BOOO!
A quick smack on the ass with a paddle before I saunter off.
Maybe Roxy now
Welcome back to the story bear, good you're pushing it
I will continue too, my character is still standing on the foot of the city – for 2.5 years now
May I suggest knocking at the gate and seeing if anyone is home?
Yes jayc there is a backlog, but a sudden revelation of the storyline mandates a full rewrite.I am struggling with a scene …which in my reread seems woefully inadequate for its pivotal part in this story.
Confession: I am sticking with party favors…
mmm… I seem to be under everyone…
Just fine.. I don't mind being on the bottom
A couple nudges from a vocal pair have requested I resurrect my fantasy tale…so for them, and others who might have enjoyed it…Talon returns…
To any others who might find an interest weaving a story into the mythical city of Leviticus please find your muse and add your own tale here.For a moment I lingered outside the inn where I had chosen to to stay and took in a deep draught of the aromas floating in the air. My intent had been to merely to rid myself of the leather jerkin and change into my finery, this was after all not the wilds which I was so normally accustomed to. That aroma though,… succulent, enticing, the deep scent of sexual excitement emulating from the inn detoured my intentions. It was always harder to shake myself down into that quiet peace of humanity as opposed to the rise after the new moon. Be it just fresh on my mind,..or my obsession I lingered on that edge of choice, not compulsion. Perhaps it was being in that state of mind, a sad statement of my current nature which had not found fulfillment for over a day to simply rationalized Xegis would be fine till morning. None would know his disappearance until the morning hours.
I needed release for clarity.
A rationale any addict could relate to.
With mouth watering I entered the main floor of the inn trembling as I felt the sexual charge even before eying the naked mass of patrons entwined in their sexual orgy. Licking my lips I took stock of the sexual energy which hung in a haze abundant over the withering mass within locked in their ecstasy. My acute senses probed for one highly aroused, the one most likely to be receptive to my own enraging lust. My attention was drawn to the large voluptuous matron straddling the Satyr upon the performing platform. I could not retrain myself from watching her ride that gigantic phallus. The sheen of her excitement coated his cock, making it glisten in the dull light of the room.
I watched as she rolled on him, salivated as she leaned back pressing him deeper into her folds as she reached up and squeezed her heavy ample breasts. With his lute set to the side, his hands held her hips as he rolled under her in response…bracing her as he leaned back and with raised hips thrusted that slab fast into her. She arched shattering at his quickened thrusts, breaking over and over into the throes of orgasm.
I stood there soaking in that intoxicating sight.. nearly panting… feeling every thrust pummeling into her sex.. No doubt the satyr had used his unique gift caressing those sweet seductive chords upon his audience. The symphony of groans, … ecstatic moans,,,the chirp of rising peaks sung by the thirty so naked soul entwined in the room were music to my ears. He had led them to completely disrobing of any inhibitions. I had found heaven in this moment. Like a drunk beaming at an open bar, I wavered there, fumbling at the ties of my jerkin eager to plunge into the chaos of flesh.
I needed no music to find my lust.
My interest flickered brief to the side catching a glimpse of the seductive nymph who had shared my illusion. She knelt stoic behind him. Clothed, rigid in form, untouched by the chaos of lust that filled the room. a stark statue of contrast to the primal action surrounding her .My eyes roamed over the fine beauty of her face framed by the black waves of long hair which cascaded over her shoulder, drifting lower following the rise and fall of her chest, those perky breasts jutting against the mold of silk draped upon her. For a moment the memory of our shared illusion filled me, the feeling of her…, all sweeping again upon me. Her eyes shifted falling upon me, not with flames of lust or intimacy, nor despair, but a lancing gaze, …that pierced thru my hormonal drive,…calming, ….familiar as it seemed to drive into me.
Shrinking from the effect of her gaze…my eyes avoiding hers, perhaps in hope to withdraw again into the darkened shadows of the I,…but I was compelled again to look meeting again that calm demur she bore. She knelt there proud,…regal and brilliant in that a stature in the midst of writhering entwined flesh.
I swallowed hard, my throat parched from my canine exploits and the lobbing run from the docks .My eyes glanced to the empty bar wet From tipped cups and tankards. Yet one stood foaming at the brim, it beckoned my thrist..
A good draught and I perhaps this strange stillness would passs and I would be set to join in the fun.
Crossing to the bar my hands reached to grip the tankards handle, yet halted by a steeled grip which shot out locked to my wrist.
“Nay so fast laddie. That beauty is spoke for… just move along and find something of the flesh to divert your thirst..”
A grayed head rose from behind the heavy oaken bar, and steeled eyes framed by equally gray and bushy eyebrows took me in. A dwarf, proud faced, with high ruddy cheekbones stood up, which wasn’t really much, for he rose a head higher than the bar.
Eyes narrowed, nearly squinting as he weighed me, then released his stout short fingers from my grip in recognition. It was a face I knew…long,… long ago.He mulled me for a moment, then spoke in a deep booming voice. “Ner’ ever did I figure to see the likes of you again laddy. You seemed destined to go the way of darkness, “ He shoved the drink towards me. “Drink up Bear.””
Lifting his mug hidden in his other hand below below the bar he raised it in toast squaring his broad massive chest then tossing back his head to drain the contents as the tankard kissed his lips..
In the decades I had wandered the lands I rarely broke bread with folks more than once. It was far too dangerous to linger long anywhere, and my quest kept me constantly on the move searching for clues and rumors of Zierst. But for once.. I had met Angus and his troop of gnomes in the dark woods a place far to dangerous for them or other travelers in such small numbers to venture alone in.
I was raw edged in the ways of civilization and of common folk, as much a wild creature of those dark woods than of humanity. I was a shadow that would slip unseen into the towns, making no attempt to blend with the streets of life. Yet a small thread of decency did exist in me.
Reluctantly I agreed to guide them to nearby settlements.Their fellowship was a flame to attract the fleeting moth of my interest, the camaraderie of nights about the campfire with the gnomes,…intelligent, inventive,… eccentric in their ways and manners. I found moment of peace with them, listened to shared lores and laughter under the stars of those wildlands. The old dwarf smithy gave me a fathers wisdom which had been torn from me in my youth,.. I had learned I yearned for such, for I had never realized the burden of loneliness the years had left an ache for companionship until I had found it. So days stretched into weeks,.. weeks into months. It was they who named me in the cloak I wore, for identity…Bear, … by reason a chance encounter of the youngest gnome to see my transformation into such. I spun my lies of identity on that, an ursine shapesifter and found them accepting of my uniqueness.
When the moon would be raising in threatening fullness, I would excuse myself from their camp simply explaining of the need to live that form. They did not question it, nor feared, knowing no trepidation in that I would be in the woods watching over the protecting them, greeting me enthusiastically after the moon waned when I lumbered back into camp bear formed and transformed human again.
The taint became a mere annoyance, only rearing its ugly head of lust when we found settlements. I figure the scents and aroma fuel it. Like I should be feeling now.
“To you Angus. For clear roads and full purses” I lifted the tankard in sincere salute and took a deep draught,… regretting it immediately. My throat burned, as the liquid slid down. My eyes watered and I gagged spitting out what had not been swallowed slamming the tankard down
Angus cut loose a hearty laugh, “Careful what you poach lad. It may bite back.”I rubbed at my mouth as if I could push the taste out of it.
“Gods, what form of demon spit were you serving me.”
He turned about grabbing a fresh tankard and filled it from a barrel against the wall.swinging me about to hand me what I hoped was more suitable ale.
“The good dwarven stuff Bear, Sleepy Hollow Thunder Ale,” He set a fresh tankard before me. “polish one of those off and ye’ be sleeping 99 years.”
I reached for coin to pay him but he shook his head waving me off. That suited me , The back of my hand I had wiped with still burned with my transgression. Internally I paid too,…my stomach churned and I swore I was sweating. I eagerly took the ale and drained it.
“Well if you aren’t finishing this….” He gripped the shunned tankard and drained it full.
I did not answer immediately, hoping the weaker ale would sooth me. “Well I never figured you the likes of you to hang your hammer up and take to minding a bar.”
Angus laughed, “Hardly laddie, though the idea of endless supply of ale is enticing,, but then I’d drink me profits away. Nay,.” He cast a gesture to the side. “Ol’ Jo’ell is a bit distracted to attend to matters.”
Leaning across the bar and I glanced behind it, catching sight of a skinny white ass bobbing up and down between the open legs of a serving wench.
“So poaching a bit yourself while he's churning the butter, eh? What brings you here then, certainly not the tunes…And just where are your charges? They still with you”
Angus face soured, “Nay not the tunes, you know we dwarves move to a different note…. The tune master himself.” His eyes cast angrily at the Satyr. “ That bastard of a goat Baylis, he owes me for work I did in Amberdeen a couple years past. I hoped to recoup a the loss. That was a wasted hope, As to the lads,. “ He sighed and dip behind the bar again..
His voice raised as he filled his tankard from a keg below apparently Ol' Jo'ell was protective of his select brew., “As to the lads, I left them with a charge to sweep the stables. There are four,… nothing will be accomplished, they’ll bicker all night about how to accomplish it . Safe and secure in inaction.”
“Hardly fair making the tavern pay for his slight.”
“Me cheat?” A hand slapped a wad of tab receipts on top of the bar. He rose again filled tankard in hand. “Baylis will have a hefty account to settle this night.” I grinned and cast the satyr another glance, though my eyes went past him onto the nymph again. Her eyes were still set upon me, her head tilting slight as a gentle smile crossed her face. Sublime,.. as if asking in expectant expression ‘what are you going to do now?’.
She paid scant attention to the staggering male who approached with desiring eyes. Nor did she flinch when the satyr impaled that buxomest blond deep on him and lashed out with a cloven hoof sending the suitor scurrying away. Harsh words were spoke, yet I heard none, such was my infatuation in her.“What of his companion?” I asked of Angus, leaning back in a casual matter “What do you know of her, this… Baylis seems quite protective of his little treasure there.” I tried to keep my question subtle.
“Forget her, unless you dare walking as a skinned bear . He’s protective of that one. Intent of maintaining her purity.”
I cocked my head amused. “A nymph pure?… you might as well say burning snow.”
Angus shrugged, raising his tankard to his lips, he paused in a thought, “Moon phase purity they say.” I looked on him noting a hint of unsteadiness in his normal solid stance, that bright sparkle in his eyes had dimmed a bit. Gods know just how much of this brew he had been slamming down, but it was quite apparent to have an obvious kick.
I reached out tapping his arm in distraction from taking a sip.
“They? Who are they?”
He waved me off, “Idle tavern gossip,… you know .” ready to indulge himself in his tankard..
I reached, stopped him again short of drink. “Of Baylis and a simple nymph? Seems quite trivial speculation”
Angus scoffed, waving a hand at me. “Nothing trivial about Baylis.” He lifted the drink to his lips.
“Well nothing trivial about being a cheat. Unless there are much deeper secrets you have not shared.”
Angus halted, I knew enough of him to bait his loose tongue. He set the tankard on the bar, rising on tip toes to lean forward, as best he could across the bar. A stout finger shook at me as he slurred. “Oh he is,… you know he’s exiled from the courts,… he has. Ere since Celedon, Played his lute there and worked them up mightily. Found no favor with the King when he was caught ploinking the queen. Banished…” he waved his hand out in enthusiastic emphasis knocking the tankard over. He paused, and for a moment I thought he might grieve over spilled ale. Annoyed he continued in a hushed voice. “ N’ere to play the royal courts again. A seleni in his prime exiled,… stuck in playing in two talent shitholes for commoners. For years he’s be seeking a sponsor to enter the courts again. Right the shame his pride cannot endure. “
Angus slid back grabbing his tankard and dipped below to refill it.
“and he found one?” I asked
Angus peeked over the bars lip nodding,… I think he was nodding, hunched below. “Aye,… some say he caught favor with the prince, delivering him specially endowed … gifts.” He set the tankard on the Bar, leaned in again whispering …”An evil one that prince,… Gods have mercy on those poor lasses that be was bequeathed. The dark hall of the docks abound with stories of his perversions…I fear mightily for these people if he when he ascends the throne.”
“So she is a gift for the princes… gratification?”
“Eh,..” Angus shrugged that off in uncertainy and slipped below again. “I be not convinced of that. For weeks the dark halls have echoed the prince desired something special. It’s not normal for him so publicly seek for personal …indulges.”
I frowned at that. The dark halls he spoke of were gathering places of thieves assassins, and murderers. I glanced to him as he eyed the prize in his grip.” And your opinion?”
Angus always had an opinion to share.
“A gift,… he seeks favor with the imperial eagle.”
That caught my attention. An imperial emissary here in the free state of Liviticus.? The Imperium had been founded on the noblest of concepts. Yet centuries had seen the purist of intents fall victim to the cancer within it. Greed, the thirst of personal power had twisted it into a brutal repressive kingdom.
“Why would an Imperial Eagle be here?”
“Are you daft lad? You’ve walked those woods far too long. War is brewing between the free states. Even now alliances are being carved out. Lines are being drawn tis’ a sad dawning that rises in our future. The Eagle arrives and it is not a blessing for these folks.”
“So you think she is prize to be offered to the Imperial Eagle,? A princes favor for Imperial support.?”
“Aye.”
Angus stood there with raised mug. anticipating another question. “Are ye done lad? This dwarfs throat is parched with all this babbling and in serious need. “
My eyes drifted over the orgy aflame in the room, returning to the nymph who still looked upon me. I could feel her,… I could feel the calm clarity of my soul as her eyes held to me. With all the sexual tension hanging in this room, the sweat, the aromas, the sounds of lust that should have ignited my own….her effect intrigued me..
“Go ahead, Angus its drink well deserved”
Angus grinned his chest heaved relieved as he brought the potent brew to his lips muttering… “Ah….Come to papa…”
I casually added baiting him, “Of course robbing Baylis of such a pure gift would be a satisfying means of retribution…for debts unpaid.”
Angus halted mid sip, he slowly lowered his mug leaving his mustache coated in white foam. “The nymph?” I nodded at him “Naer thought that itch in your crotch would ever serve good use, but you may have something there… get the old goats goat.”
He set the tankard far to the side and leaned in.
“I’m listening…”
I had an idea of a plan, whether it would work… that would be seen. I leaned against the bar and stroked my chin, using my hand to hid the subtle smile I felt. It was far easier to ride my reputation of lust in a lie then tell the truth of my motivation.
Nobody would have believed the truth.
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