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Update on the guessing game:
One author has informed me of not wanting his/her name published for the guessing game.
That means I will not publish any names. If authors feel the need, they can inform the forum of being a contestant.8 stories entered so far, and awaiting at least 4 more…
7 days left!!
HB,
I like this room..And it will be a tough contest with any outdoor room. It seems the demand for such a room is bigger as yet another indoor room. i do agree it would fit the outfits nicely. I hopethat in the future, there can be some kind of coordination between the dev-team and the independent designers to make combo's and offer a full package to the members..
I've always had a thing for theme-based releases..
I really like the idea..
besides the sound of the surf in a beach environment or the chirping of crickets in a campfire environment, i can hear the sounds of traffic and honking cabs with the penthouse room, jungle sound with the africa room and the sounds of ringing phones and rattling faxes with the interrogation room..
As it seems, the requesat for sex sounds has blead to death slowly, I think this idea has merit. Should be easy enough to implement, and should definitly have an on- and off button
;D If spent too much time in a room, even a chirping cricket can get to you…
addition:
I searched a while for the location of the saved screenshots. you can locate them in the root directory of the game, in the folder 'screenshots'
Thank you ms Pafe,
I think we are very eager to see Jeanona's designs in the shop. be sure to log in coming friday..
@ Jeanona, can you imagine all guys not wearing pants because of your release
Back to topic. By request of Keiko (thank you sweetie, you are marvelous), the A-team have made a few changes to the viewer on which you can see your own design. All the unnecessary buttons have been removed, leaving the background open as a large, empty canvas.
Also loading your own background and making a full size screenshot, have been added to the possibilities. This is a wonderful development and I want to thank keiko and the A-team for requesting and making the request come true. This helps tremendously in improving our designs.
For anyone interested in looking at the difference, load the achat-client but don't log in. Enter 'tex' in the chat window and either press enter or click 'send message'
Actually…
I really like Pafe's idea. We know it is possible to add sounds to the room, don't we have a great array of wonderful music to play? *smirks*
With the request to add sounds request-thread bleeding slowly to death why not discuss the implementation of environmental sounds? Imho that is a topic much less subject to personal taste and I think it could better the experience.Ofcourse with the option to turn it off or on…
But jungle sounds with the jungle room, traffic and honking taxi's in the penthouse, phones and type writers (yes, I know we wall use pc, but how to give those a recognisable sound?) in the interrogation room, etc..
Pafe, I really like the idea and I think it deserves it's own thread..
Other words are those with email extensions.
especial @yahoo.com, @live.com, etc. Funny thing is, emailadresses with .hu or .fr or .nl are not being moderated.
lol
fortunately I don't have to correct spelling mistakes. I think my own story will be full of them!
But I want to have the stories posted as soon as possible after the deadline has passed. The more time is left for reading and judging.9 More days!
*edited to correct typo. Thanks Adera
as a note.. deadline passes at midnight GMT+1.. that is 6 hours less as you might expect. I have to go to bed at a decent hour, don't I
It may well have been a regional tradition or a regional name for it. Sangria is indeed frnech, but is red in color. The cocktail I'm rememberring had the color of white wine.. Thanks for everyone that spent a thought on this
Hb,
I support your thoughts whole heartedly. I have been working with the other mods to make changes in the forum and offer a place for artistic expression and I hope to be able to announce those changes soon. In the meantime, I'd like to show some of the work I've made in some spare moments. *blush* They are wooden boxes. First 2 are of a jewelry box for my daughter, the others are incents boxes. Hope you'll enjoy..
welcome Mooncalf, to this crazy place filled with wonderful people.
BY all means feel free to post your comments, thoughts and wishes. We all do and it makes this place a nice place to hang out in.
Have fun in the game and here.. 🙂Tight
Done.
As if I am dreaming, I see the slender figure of Ella rise from the water as she climbs up the stairs. Her warm, brown eyes casting a loving look, before she starts to stride towards the entrance of what used to be the lighthouse. I feel frozen, captured in the moment as my mind struggles to wrap around the intensity of meeting her. The way she danced around me, teasing, playful, seductive all at once, her sweet voice singing those ancient words, the sound making me almost melancholic, but also immersing me into the moment. The look in her eyes, when our eyes first met, the deep connection between us confirmed as I locked in with hers and forgot everything around me. The gestures of feeding and be fed automated, as I got lost in her her eyes and in her presence. Scenting the sweet smell I sensed in the car, seeing the soft glow of her skin, her soft lips slighty wet, stirs my desire and quickens my breath.
My heart skipped a beat as I watched her undress, the way the dress fell off her body and collected around her ankles, the gracious way with how she stepped to the side and exposed the rest of her body. Effortless, as if all movements were practiced until they were embedded in the graceful, natural flow of her body. Trembling as she pulled me to my feet and started to undress me, embarrassed at first, but soon taken by her aura of selfconfidence, the calculated movements of her body, the soft expression in her face. The cold water effected my erection, thankful for that moment, though short-lived. As soon as she wrapped her legs around me and rubbed her sex over my member, the cold was forgotten and my desire became appareant between her soft thighs.
But now she’s walking away and a sense of loss, emptiness fills me. A crazy feeling, I have spent just an hour in the presence of this woman, Ella, and yet I feel as if my closest one has been torn away. In an attempt to cool my overheating brain, I push myself under and let the cool seawater wash over my head. Slowly I come up again, a line from the document slipping back into my memory, the ritual becoming clearer to me again. This is the moment the young girls would seperate from the young men and disappear in the woods, to be found and wooed by their lovers. A smile curls my lips and I take the time to close my eyes and drift naked in the water. The gentle sway of the waves in this protected pool, moves my body up and down, my breathing synchronising, the inner peace returning to submit to the events.
About 5 minutes after she has disappeared into the entrance of the hollow tree, I climb out of the sea and let most of the water drip down my body before I walk across the stepping stones towards the entrance. Slowly I walk inside, expecting her to be there, waiting for me, maybe on a bed. Instead I am met by 3 girls, two holding towels, one standing next to a small table with a familiar looking suit and a small, stainless steel box. Before I can out my surprise, the two girls start rubbing my body dry with warm towels, paying attention to every inch of my body. I gasp for air as I feel a gentle hand grab my shaft with the towel, the girl using two hands to dry me carefully, my scrotum lifted and my balls held very gently, just to take the moisture off the skin. As the girls move away and the towels disappear, the third girl approaches with the suit in her hands. One of the towel girls assists her as she kneels down and places my right foot on her thigh. She opens the leg of the suit and I lift my leg to push my foot all the way inside. Quick hands pull the suit up my leg, then my other leg slides in. The suit is skin tight, yet takes no effort to put on, even with my slightly moist skin.
The inside is soft, slick and it feels as if it connects to my pores and the verves laying just beneath the skin. As I feel fingers slide over my covered skin, it is as if the sensation is intensified and a shiver runs down my spine, my body reacting strongly. The girls remain serious and dilligent in their task, even when my member twitches and the head hits my stomach, leaving a wet mark of precum behind on my stomach. The suit is folded carefully around my shaft, wrapping it from the head to the base, the concept of full sexual arousal for the measuring now making sense. My arms slip into the suit and a zipper is closed at the back, wrapping my whole body in the slick, soft fabric. The girl that stayed at the table now comes closer, the small stainless steel box in her hand. She opens the lid and two small compartments become visible, a shiny lens placed in both. Without a word she picks one up with a small suctio cup and places her hand on my cheekbone, her fingers opening my eyes slighty. She places the lens on my cornea and immediatly the feeling makes me blink. But as my eyelashes meet, the lens feels gone, the wafer-thin membrane unnoticed by my eye. As soon as I open my eye, my sight is blurred and before I know it, the second lense is placed in my other eye. The sight of my right eye suddenly becomes clear again and in awe I look around.
The whole environment is coated in a sheen of brilliance, every contour, curve and angle crystal clear, the depth and color of the interior is crisp and almost makes me dizzy. As I look around, the girls silently disappear, leaving me alone at the bottom of the lighthouse. As I look up, the opening at the top of the wooden staircase seems extra clear, as if a halo is surrounding it, drawing me closer. Ignoring the fact the girls have left, I start to walk up the stairs, my head filling with the soft sounds of a nightly forest, the smell of rotting leaves, funghi, fresh grass and pine trees fills the whole room and I feel inside a real hollow tree, the trunk making a sequoai look like a matchstick. The closer I get to the exit of the hollow tree, the sounds of crickets and owls heard through the opening, the harder my heart starts to beat in my chest. My thoughts directed at one goal only, finding her in the woods before the night is over and make her my woman.
The feel of the suit has disappeared as I reach the top of the stairs, I am stepping into a forest on a sulty night, naked, looking for my girl. The feel of the air, the stars tingling in the sky, the smell of the woods are real and as I stretch out my hand and touch the leafs of a tree, I feel the edges, the rough surface of the leaves and the grain. I look around, a small path leads deeper into the forest and in the distance I can hear the soft murmer of a muffled giggle. I become aware of her eyes on me. She’s hidden, but close enough to look at me. Slowly I take a few steps onto the narrow path, feeling the sharp needles of pines scratch my skin and as I look down, small, white lines appear where pine needles were dragged over my skin. Again I hear a muffled giggle and I turn my head to the right. From the corner of my eyes I thought I saw a glimpse of a foot disappearing behind the trunk of a tree. I step into the trees and move the branches out of the way.
As I stop, trying to orientate myself, I hear another giggle, this time louder, closer, but coming from my left. I smile, liking the game of hide and seek and I croutch, hiding behind some bushes. I start to move backwards, find the path and take a few quick steps to enter the foliage from another direction. Slowly I start to move closer to the spot where I heard the laughter for the last time, trying to make as little noise as possible. Halting at random intervals, I stay still and hold my breath to listen. The laughter has disappeared and I hear nothing butt the rush of the breeze through the tree tops. Slowly I move forward, seeing an open spot behind some brushes, the first rays of the moon hitting a patch of grass. At the egde of the trees I halt, ducking as far down as I can and I listen. When I turn my head to my left, I hear the softest steps and suddenly she appears from the trees across the open spot, looking around with a girlish smile on her face. She walks onto the grass in slow, graceful steps and moves towards what seems to be a bed made out of leaves. Her naked body is caught in the moonlight and an aura radiates around her, giving her an angelic appearance.
She lays herself down on the bed, then turns her head and looks straight at me, her eyes warm, sparkling, inviting me. Her hand raises and her finger arches, winking me closer. I start to blush, the feeling she has known where I am, hitting me painfully. ‘This is still a game Daniel, you are manipulated from the first second to the last’. I get up and step out of the trees, slowly walking towards her as she lays back down on the soft bed of ferns. With each step our eyes lock in deeper with and I start to drown in layer after layer of her soul as she lets me dive in through her eyes. As in a dream I kneel at her feet, her legs open and I slip between them. Her hands drag along my chest, slide over my sides and up my back as I slowly lay down, resting my torso on my forearms. Her arms slide around my neck and for a moment we just look at eachother. I feel her arms tense, a gentle nudge to pull me in closer and I answer her call. I lean in, towards her half opened mouth, every inch I come closer, her eyes shut more and when my lips fuse with hers, her eyes are closed and she lets her passion flow free.
Her kisses urgent, passionate, lips sliding over eachother in the slow dance of our heads. Her tongue, wet and warm, pushing against the cleft that seperates my lips, her warm breath washed over my face through her half opened mouth. My arms slide underneath her shoulders and I lean in more, letting my chest rest on her bosom, feeling her hard nipples pierce my skin. Her legs open wider as I slide up further, the head of my member dragging over the soft skin of her thighs, the shaft pressed against her sex as I lay my weight on her, blanketting her with warmth. Her legs slide around my waist, her ankles interlocking and her arms pulling me further into her. Her passion and need is met by mine and I open my mouth to let her tongue slide in. As I meet hers with mine, they start a furious, passionate dance, curling around eachother, slipping and sliding from mouth to mouth, dipping and probing, teasing and seducing. Her body starts to move beneath me, her hips grinding against me, caught in her desire, her body moving instinctively.
The longer we kiss, connect, the more my desire is fuelled and soon I start to move my body with hers, pressing myself into her as she tilts her hips, circling between her thighs as she presses her pelvis against mine. The heat emitting from her core, blankets my lower body and sets me on fire. I cling to her shoulders, lost in the moment and the passion she draws from my being, fingers digging into her muscles. My member fully erect, the veins pulsating underneath the skin, dragging along her lips. With each circling grind against her lower body, I feel her lips open up more, the first droplets of her nectar scenting her, lubricating my shaft, intensifying the slide. I moan into her mouth, the first oral outing since I met her, one of pure need, desire, want for her. Her eyes flash open, burning and glistening, her want clear and urgent.
I feel her hips tilt further, her hips pushing upwards, the tip of my member dragging down over her sex until it gets caught between her lips. Her entrance is hot, wet, inviting and without hesitating I push myself into her, hear her whimper and let out a deep moan as I enter her tight channel. Slowly I push myself into her, my toes digging into the leafs of the bed, her back arching, her breasts pressing into my chest as she lets her head fall to the side, her eyes closed tightly. My body touches hers, presses into her, completing our fusion. I lay still, envelopped by her sheath, blanketted with her heat, held in her arms and love. I kiss her neck before I close my eyes and gentle lay my head in the hollow of her neck, wanting this moment never to end.
Transluscent threads of energy start to form around us, swirling, circling, moving in the dark, sultry night, drawing intricate patterns before weaving a webbed bubble around us. As I raise my head and she turns hers to look at me, the threads start to tighten, moving in closer around us until they almost touch our bodies. Capsulated in the bonds of love that are formed, growing thicker and stronger with every second of our fusion, her eyes are the only thing I see. Her deep brown irisses become my universe, the intricate details forming the solar systems, the borders unknown, unreachable. I release all reins, all restrictions and let myself fall into her being, immersing myself in her soul, her body, her mind. And at the moment all tentions flow from my body, I hear her soft voice close to my ear.
“I love you, Daniel”
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He closes the laptop and the images from the booth fade away. He shuts off the desklight, the only source of light in the room and pushes his chair back. His hand slides to his chin, his fingers caressing his white goatee as a smile forms around his lips. Slowly he gets up from his chair, takes his coat from the peg near the door and walks outside. He walks across the small square in front of the lighthouse, his eyes focussed on the path through the wheatfield to the exit of the island. Without looking back he crosses the causeway and opens the door of a car that is parked across the street. He gets in, leans back and then turns his head to the driver, a large man with a big blonde beard.
“Did everything work out as planned mr Liska?”
“Yes Klaus, it took 7 years, but it looks like we will be planning for a wedding next”
“I am glad we were able to give fait a little hand. To the airport, mr Liska?”
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Her legs crossed underneath her body, her hands folded in her lap. Her head is leaning forward as she hums the melody of the welcoming song to herself, her eyes closed. She hears the car arrive at the gate, the soft slam of the door penetrating her trance, and slowly she reconnects with the presence. As she started humming to herself, her body relaxed and all thoughts disappeared from her mind. The melody and rhythm resonating through her body, her heart beating in sync, her breathing slow and deep. Slowly she starts to form the words with her lips, increasing the volume of her voice until she’s got it just right. Slowly her head starts to tilt and as she feels his presence enter the courtyard, she opens her eyes and finds them immediatly fixed in with his. Pulled at her waist, she feels herself accelerate and rush towards him, the clash when her soul meets, his resonating in her core. She raises herself from her sitting position and moves a few steps away from the fire. She turns to him, then takes a deep bow, holding the skirt of her dress in her hands. When she raises, she feels his burning gaze on her and slowly she envelopes herself with the ritual.
Her hands move out to the side as she takes the first steps of her dance. In an intricate pattern of pirouttes, gracious steps, seductive glances and smiles, she moves closer and closer to him, her dance guided by her sweet voice. As she reaches him, she starts to dance around him, teasing, playing, the song changing into a call of desire forged into celtic words. The pace of her dance changes with the rhythm of the song, her dress now whirling around her body as she twirls around him. Her hands brush over his chest and arms, she pushes herself against him, only to slip away before he can move his hands to touch her. The smile on his face is evident of his enjoyment and he becomes more and more active, making it more difficult for her to stay out of his grasp. She starts to dance away towards the fire, only to return again and offer herself seductively. But before he can take her in his arms, his hands sliding over her hips and sides, she moves away graciously, tempting him to follow her.
Step by step they come closer to the fire and as the crackling of the logs adds another layer to her song, she lets herself get caught, stepping in slowly as she lets the song die down. Her hands slide up his chest and around his neck as she gives herself to him. She looks up, to find him looking down and again their eyes meet and interlock. She feels his arms slide around her body, pulling her tighter, coccooning her as he presses her against his chest. Not a word is spoken in their embrace, but thoughts and feeling are exchanged through those interlocked portals to the soul. Through the linnen fabric around his body, she can feel the beat of his heart, fast, pounding, almost matching the speed of her own. His presence is strong, steadfast, a rock that she can cling to in the malstrom of events. She closes her eyes, turns her head and lays her cheek against his chest, listening to his beating heart, feeling his chest move with each breath. Time seems to stand still as she feels him lean in, his nose pushed in her hair, the deep breath he takes, before he kisses her head softly. For a moment she lets herself drift on this intense moment of intimacy and comfort before she feels the tug of her imprinted program.
Slowly she releases her grip around his neck, her hands sliding down his sides, pushing herself away from him. She takes his hand and guides him to one of the logs, then pulls, to sit him down. With his eyes burning in her back, she turns and moves to a table that is set to the side, to return with a tray filled with wine, mede and fruits. She sets it down and takes her place on the log next to his. She smiles as she offers him wine, feeling his warm fingers slide over hers as he takes the clay cup from her hand. His eyes glistening as he watches her every move, sitting still and patient, his anticipation shown through his eager look. They drink, arms intertwining, forming a ring in a ring as they drink. She smiles softly, the gesture happening by accident but the impact resonating in her core. She takes his cup of wine from his hands and lifts the plate with fruits.
She picks a strawberry from the plate and brings it slowly to his mouth. She watches as if she is in a trance, how his teeth sink into the red fruit, then his lips folding around the fruit, touching her fingertips as he takes a second bite. She feels his tongue slide around her fingers before she takes her hand back. Before she can pick up another piece of fruit, his hand moves up to her mouth and the sweet scent of honeymelon drifts into her nose. She feels the juicy fruit touch her lips and slowly she opens her mouth, the fruit is slipped into her mouth, a trickle of juicy runs down her chin, caught and collected by his fingers. He smiles as he slowly licks the juice of his fingers, before he opens his mouth for the next piece of fruit she offers. She feeds him and he feeds her, back and forth, until the plate is empty. Her mouth is filled with the sweet tastes and scents of the fruits and her lips are aching to kiss him. But not yet. She burries her desire as she lifts herself to her feet. She turns on her heels, once, then looks at him as her hand searches for the strap that keeps her dress around her body.
With a shy smile on her face, she finds the strap and slowly starts to pull, the dress falling off her shoulders, the bodice split, her torso slowly exposed, then a last pull and her dress collects in a pile around her feet. Gracefully she steps out of the pile of fabric and walks back up to him, until she is barely two feet away. In silk panties and laced bra, her skin pinkish with the desire pumping through her veins, she slowly turns in front of him, showing him her body. Her hands reach behind her back and she unhooks her bra, the straps gliding off her shoulders, her hands holding the cups around her full mounds. She turns when she drops the bra to the floor, showing her back, her slender waist, the ripple of muscles in her shoulders as she straightens herself. Her hands slide to her hips, fingers hooking in her panties and slowly she slides them over her hips, the string between her buttocks slowly pulled from the crevase. She leans forward, her buttocks pushed backwards as she pushes her panties over her knees, then straigtens herself as her panties slide the down her calves. She turns, looks over her shoulder and winks, signalling him to follow her as she steps out of the panties and slowly walks towards the stone staircase built into the sea..
Waiting at the first step, she slides her hands down his chest to his middel as he steps into her open, welcoming arms. Her fingers follow the belt around his waist, finding the buckle and slowly unclamping it. The broad leather belt slips from her hands, then she opens the raiment and pushes the shoulders off his body. His briefs are already showing signs of his sexual arousal his member semi-hard and twitching as she takes the fabric between her fingers and slowly pulls it down his hips. His hands are behind his back, his legs slightly spread and she hears a soft whimper as she kneels in front of him and slides the briefs off his ankles, leaving him naked in front of her. She stands back up, smiles a delightful smile and takes his hand in hers, slowly descending down the stairs, a slight shiver as her feet touch the cold water. The further they descend down the stairs, the more the water envelopes them, and after the initial shock of the cold, her body quickly gets used to it. The naturally formed pool at the foot of the lighthouse has been warmed by the sunlight and is warmer as the little waves of seawater that enter the pool.
She gently guides him to the centre of the pool, where the water is just above her shoulders, his chest only partially wet. She moves to him back and forth, his hands on her hips just touching as she pulls herself into him, only to push herself away as soon as she touches his body. Their eyes continously gazing into eachother, a slight smile curling his lips, Still no word has been spoken though their eyes tell the story that is there. She moves to his back, cups her hands and lets water run over his houlders and back, her hands following the muscles in his shoulders to his neck, down along his spine until she touches his buttocks. She pushes herself into him, embraces him from behind, her body pressed tight into his back. She kisses him at the nape of his neck, just a brush of her lips, her first taste of him. Then he releases himself from her tight embrace and turns in her arms. His hands slide to her hips and he lifts her up as he pulls her to him. Automated she opens her legs and slides them around his hips, her arms sliding around his neck as he squeezes her tight against his body.
Beneath the waterline, his erection has grown and she feels the full length of his member pressing against her sex, a whimper drawn as she feels him move between her thighs. She looks up to him, her lips wet, half opened, inviting him for a kiss. He answers her silent call and slowly leans in, his warm breath washing over her face as he brings his mouth closer and closer to hers. As their lips finally touch, her body ignites in a sea of flames, the touch of his full, warm lips making the last walls of her inhibtions crumble and fade away. She melts into him as their lips start to move against eachother, the soft brushing of mouths slowly turning into full contact, then lips half opened and the tips of tongues meeting in limbo. Her arms tighten their grip around his neck, her thighs squeeze as she raises herself up against his body and pushes her mouth hard against his. His lips open and as soon as the tip of her tongue slips inside, she feels the tight clench of his mouth as he sucks her tongue slowly in. As she moves up, her sex drags along the length of his shaft and an endless flow of shivers cascades down her spine. Her core is heating up and the first droplets of her nectar start to coat her lips, washed away by the salty seawater. He notices her desire, the warmth radiating from her core and driven by instinct, his hips slowly start to move, tilting and stretching, moving his member gently over her sex.
She gasps for air as he releases her tongue and allows her to breath, the intimate kiss lasting an eternity, leaving her breathless in the intensity of their connection. Her body starts to move with his, the pressure against her sex increasing, the veins on his shaft rippling over her sensitive entrance, her lips pushed open little by little in the soft sway of their bodies. Her desire inside her body burning fiercely, pumping adrenaline and lust into her veins, her mind almost blanketted with her need for him. But the embedded schedule of the final night prohibits her to answer to the call of her body. She breaks the kiss, the coolness of the water immediatly hitting her as she releases her body from his warm embrace. Unnoticed, the sun has sunk towards the horizon, just a fraction of the golden disc still casting warm orange rays on their faces. She looks warm and loving at her man as she lets him out of her embrace and moves back to the stairs. Each step calculated, she emerges from the sea, the droplets of water cascading down her body are caught by the setting sun, setting her body on fire in oranges and reds. She looks down at the water, at the man that is looking up to her and waiting for a signal to follow. With just a soft smile, she turns and slowly starts to walk towards the entrance to the lighthouse.
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