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Adera, *blushes* what does UTC mean?

[TightFit74]

Friends…

As the tie is still there between me and Janine, I will keep the poll open for another 4 days. Sunday, at 24:00 CET +1 (sorry, am dutch so my time rules ) I will close the poll. I hope a definite winner will be known, otherwise I will forfit my entry.

I had my prize through organising the contest and seeing the entries, efforts and interest in the stories. Maybe the timing wasn't perfect to do a thing like this, still I see it as an accomplished test..

[TightFit74]

First of:

A VERY HAPPY 2012 TO ALL!

Now, back to busines Today is the official closing of the voting for the best story. Unfortunately only 8 people have voted and it is a tie, no definitive winner. I suggest keeping the vote open for one more week. With a bit of advertising, hopefully there will be more people reading and voting on the stories. Should anyone disagree, please let me know.

I really want to thank everybody that has been involved in this contest. Both as writer, reader and in comments in this thread. The dev team for their generose prizes they offered for the contest. Thanks!

[TightFit74]

It's Christmas Day… Wishing everybody happy holidays!

The deadline of the story contest has passed as well. More stories are welcome to be posted, but they won't be taken into account witht he voting. The poll will be open for 7 days at least. If directed by popular demand, the poll can stay open longer.. but for now,

AUDIENCE, PLEASE SUBMIT YOUR VOTES… NOW!

[TightFit74]

that's a shame Adera, I love your style of writing..

Keeping the thread open until christmas day, figuring my time.. so if anyone wants to post a story in th next 6 hours, please do…

very happy with the stories so far…

[TightFit74]

tick-tock.. tick-tock.. tick-tock..

about 9 hours left before the deadline closes…

[TightFit74]

As I was reading the comments, a question came to mind… 2 actually… I think provinding us with info has two sides.. And it depednds on your business-model which view you choose..

1. A lot of entertainment products use teasers, give a int of what is coming next (read: videogames, movies, tv-shows, magazines, etc.). They are used so that people get interested in the next product and probably/hopefully buy it. I think this is what we expect from the dev-team when we are talking about 'wanting to know what they are doing with our money'

2. Research and Development section in a company are usually gaurded by strict secrecy rules, as noone wants the competitor to know what is coming next so they can anticipate and beat you to the punch. I don't think any company would disclose what they plan to develop or have in the proces of developing. I don't think any customer has the 'right' to know what they are doing. We pay our money for the service they provide, not for the way they run their company. Would be different if we were shareholders.

But as a customer we are subject to the internal directives the Achat team is following. We have to follow the course they have set, a course they are convinced of will make the succesful. Who are we to tell them how to run their business best? Ofcourse, we can try to perusade them to use our suggestions and ideas and they would be foolish if they wouldn’t listen to us. But I don’t feel we can demand for anything.

This doesn’t mean that I don’t want the dev-team to be more open. I would love to see a bigger interaction between customer and company. I think both sides could profit from that. I urge the A-team to be more open and give a little peek into their kitchen. Like a newsletter, a preview of the next release, etc. ect..

Well, my 2 cents…

[TightFit74]

Shedding off Shyness, a New Year's Resolution.    Part  2    –    TightFit74 

When she glances at me as her hand flicks to page 5, her eyes glide to my crotch, noticing the bulge that has formed there, looking at her how she is taken in by the story, the anticipation of seeing her touch herself, is fuelling my desire and arousal. I lean back in my chair as I see her hand slide up higher, pushing the fabric out of the way and touching her sex through her panties. A soft moan leaves her lips as her fingertips brush over her sex, then her hand pushes down and cups it, pressing on it firmly. My eyes slide over her body, noticing her hard nipples piercing through her nighty, my hands sliding to my pants, opening them to release the pressure on my swollen cock. I see her eyes flash at me as she sees my hands move, lingering for a moment before she dives back into the text on her lap. I see her fingers slide inside her panties, wriggling and moving until her hand is spanned over by the laced cloth. She looks at me agan as I pull my pants down a little, my throbbing hard on pressing against my tight shorts. She waits, stares at me, undresses me with her eyes, demanding me to continue without uttering a word. In silence I fulfill her demand and take my pants off, my cock jumping out, the tip glistening with moisture.

She smiles, her eyes sliding back to the text, her hand now starting to move inside her panties. Page 6 and 7 are turned, her nipples getting harder, her hand moving, grinding inside her thong. Her fingers slither out, wet and glistening as they are caugt in the bright light of the lamp above her. Thoughtlessly she brings them to her mouth and slowly sucks them clean, her eyes never leaving the words on the page. As she turns to page 8, knowing the ending of the story is near, I look at her more closely. Suddenly she puts the pages on the side of the couch, looks straight at me and slides her hands to the slender straps that curve around her hips. Slow, teasingly, tantalisingly slow she starts to move them down, the fabric catching between her lips and as she pulls them down further, suddenly released, a wet spot clear in the bright spot.

Hardly breathing, my body tense as I watch her perfect movements, taking her panties off almost in slow motion as she keeps looking me straight in my eyes. She slides her panties off her ankles and drops them to the floor, a last glance at me before she picks up the last two pages and starts reading again. Her free hand sliding over her stomach and pelvis, her thighs opening even further, giving me a glance of her smooth sex just before she slides two fingers inside. Her soft moans dance into my ears as she starts pleasuring herself while reading. As she flicks to the last page, I see the droplets of moisture forming on her lips as she adjusts the position of her hand, moving her fingers out of her slick canal to start rubbing her clit. Her legs spread wide now, her back leaning against the couch, her mouth half opened as she starts to breath deeper and heavier. Faster and faster her fingers slide over her clit, lubricating herself as she nears the end of the story and starts the peak of her arousal.

She throws her head back suddenly, her body starting to tremble and shiver, her fingers moving over her clit in short, mechanic jolts. Her mouth opens and a deep, long stretched moan leaves her lips, her release leaving her through her lips in endless vibrations. Unconsciously my hand has slid around my cock, slowly stroking myself as I see her lust rise, her fingers moving faster, the hand holding the paper trembling, hardly able to keep the sheet still. Stroking faster, squeezing just below the ridge to extend my own release, the pressure in my loins building quicker as she cums. Speechless and overwhelmed with her shameless release in front of me, my mind goes blank. My cognitive capacities start to shrivel to a useless heap of thoughts as I start to burn inside. I watch motionless as her orgasm subsides and she slowly returns from her journey in bliss.

With wet eyes she looks at me and smiles, She licks her lips, her body idle in her opened position, her fingers resting in her groin, aimlessly moving around. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself to use her voice, but only a soft murmor is heard. Her release of pressure clenched up her throat, her heavy breathing dried it out, her efforts to speak mute. Her eyes are still fixed on my crotch, her eyes moving up and down, following the movements of my hand. I didn’t stop masturbating, aroused as I am and needing, wanting, yearning for my own release. She raises her hand, folds up one finger and winks me to her. Since I entered her house, not a word has been spoken. I slowly get up, drowning in her beauty as my eyes slide over her body, etching every detail of her figure in my mind. With just 3 small steps I am in front of her, shirt still on, my throbbing cock twitching and trembling one foot from her face. She looks up to me askingly, her hand hinting at my shirt. Quickly I take it off, standing naked in front of her, feeling comfortable and full of desire.

She places her hand on my hips and pushes me back one step before she rises from the couch, her nighty washing over her body like a silk waterfall. She stands up, moves her hands to her shoulders and slides the straps off them, letting her negligé fall to the floor, exposing her full beauty. The spot behind her casting a perfect, jaw dropping profile of her sensual body, though my eyes are fused with hers. Drowning in eachother, she steps closer and pushes her body against mine, her warm, full breasts pressing against my chest, her hard nipples piercing my skin. I feel my hard cock caught between our bodies, feeling her soft skin slowly moving up and down as she grinds her hips into me.

Instinctively I slide my arms around her and pull her closer to me, our eyes locked in, my body trembling with the unexpected excitement of having her in my arms. I feel her cheek nudge my chin and as I look at her face, I see her pouting lips, her head slightly tilted, her lips glistening, her tongue moistening them slowly and teasingly. I lean in and find her soft mouth, kissing her carefully, almost hesitant, the shyness inside me creeping back up. But before it can take control of me, she pushes her mouth hard against my lips and invades my mouth with her tongue, driving it in and going on a hunt to catch mine. As the tip of her tongue slithers over my teeth, her tongue curling around mine, I give in to the burning desire inside of me and shed the shyness from my shoulders. My hands slide to her buttocks and I pull her up to me as I return her kiss eagerly. Standing on her toes, her body caught in my hands, she pushes her pelvis against mine, increasing the pressure on my throbbing, leaking cock.

I feel her soft inner thigh slide up my leg as she folds her long leg around my hips, my cock slides down between her thighs and  I feel the slick, moist lips of her sex drag over the throbbing veins under the skin of my shaft. I moan as our lips release for a second. Both drawing in a deep breath, our eyes opening for a second, her eyes glistening with desire and lust. My hands cup her buttocks firmer and with a gentle move, I lift her up, allowing her to fold her other leg around my hips as well. Her body clinging to me as she slides her arms around my neck, our lips touch automatically, her weight held up in my hands. The heat radiating from her sex washes over my pulsating shaft, her moisture covers my skin as she grinds her hips into me, pressing my shaft between her lips. She leans back a little and lets her hand slide between our bodies, grabs my member and guides it to her entrance. I lift her up a little until I feel her hand push the tip of my member against her. Her mouth half opens as she pushes her body down on me, my hands reacting with her and letting her down slowly.

I feel her lips fold open, allowing me to enter her carefully, her body tenses for a moment as her cleching sex resists me to enter, then she relaxes and I feel her sink down on my shaft. I moan out loud as our pelvisses touch and my cock slides all the way inside of her. Her nails scratch my shoulders as she settles around me, feeling her sex tremble and convulse, adjusting to my size. With shaking legs I turn us and slowly start moving towards the wall, leaning her against it as I feel it with my hands holding her up. She leans her shoulders against the wall and opens her eyes to look at me. Burried deep inside of her, our bodies merged seemlessly we look at eachother. Not a word or a whisper, just the shared feeling of desire, built up over such a long time.

Instinct takes over as the moment fades away and unconsciously I move my hips. As I push against her body, my member already fully inside her, I hear her moan as I rub my pelvis against her clit, spreading her sex just a little wider. She closes her eyes and leans back, giving herself to me in the passion that races through her body. I start to move, sliding my member in and out of here carefully, slowly, feeling every vein ripple through her entrance. Her wetness lubricating us, the scent of her excitement drifting up to my nose, filling my lungs as I draw her scent in deep. Slowly I increase the depth of my pushes, feeling her body react, her hips pushing against me as I move in, her sex clenching and convulsing around me.

She crosses her ankles behind my back and opens her legs wider, allowing me to come even closer to her, penetrate her even deeper. Slowly my thrusts increase in speed and amplitude, getting wilder and wilder. Just our moans and grunts coming from our lips as we give in to the irresisteble urge to be together finally. I feel her body start to tremble, her breathing irregular as my pelvis bumps against her clit over and over again. My thrusts so strong, my balls hit against her buttocks, getting tighter and harder each time I enter her deep. She opens her eyes again and the pure lust oozing from them is telling me she is close. Her moans become faster and deeper with each thrust, her nails draw red lines over my shoulders and back as she surrenders to the feeling inside her boy and orgasms on top of my cock. As her sex washes my cock over with heat and wetness, her nectar oozing from her lips as she allows her body to submerge completely in the rush of passion unleashed, a white light blinds my eyes as my body erupts in orgasm.

Pushing my member deep into her sex, I out my explosion of lust in a deep, loud roar as my juices start gushing inside of her, mixing with her nectar and covering her inner walls. My body jerking against her, pushing her soft body tight against the wall as I shoot my seed inside of her, her body trembling and shaking as she’s consumed by her own orgasm. Moments later I feel her body go limb in my arms and as soon as I regain my composure and strentgh I slowly let her down to the floor, surpporting her body as she finds her balance on her shaky legs. I take her face in my hands and look deep into her eyes. I move in closer and kiss her, sweet, soft and gentle….

[TightFit74]

Shedding off Shyness, a New Year's Resolution.   Part 1    –   TightFit74

Wishing, waiting, wanting, looking for her every other Monday morning again, knowing her schedule by heart. I know she comes in at 8:55 am each monday, way after my own shift has started. I know I have to look at her, search for her, find her when I know she is there.

Her long, dark hair, glistening when she turns her head or moves her shoulders. Her long, slender fingers touching the keyboard quick and nimble, the way she bites her bottom lip in concentration. Her eyes focussed. Never drifting, always looking for a focus point, something to look at directly. Whenever she looks deep into my eyes, I feel her mind searching, probing, touching my inner core, feeling she does it without thinking.

I know she is getting used to my attention. She knows I will say goodnight to her around 10 pm when she and I work nightshift. She knows how I adress her in the presence of others. And she knows I always come over in the evenings to have a quick chat with her. I hope she knows I do this because i don’t want too much attention drawn to us.

Us? I’m dreaming.. There is no us yet. And I wonder if there ever will be an Us. She seems so out of reach. Such a beautiful woman, getting so much attention from al the guys at work, not to mention the guys she meets outside of work. Not even sure she is single. Somehow my mind draws a blank when I am near her and I can’t think of the right questions to ask anymore. Such a shame I can’t be with her longer, both our jobs pretty demanding and not leaving a lot of time to just talk.

As I watch her work from the corner of my eye, I see her switch to a website that looks very familiar. The black background, golden letters, orange symbol in the top left corner of the screen. That almost looks like the Achat website. As she starts typing, I slowly ease closer to her screen, looking through some papers. So concentrated on entering her text into the field on screen, she doesn’t notice me getting close enough to read what is on the screen. As I recognise the layout of the Achat forum, i notice the section name and see under which thread she is posting a comment.

My heart starts to beat faster and my breath stops for a second. She’s responding to my story! But before I can see her screen name, she notices me and turns around, clicking away the forum wondow. She turns her face towards me and immediatly I notice her flushed cheeks, making her face warm and inviting, almost adorable as I can almost see the adrenaline pump through her veins. “Hey, is there anything I can do for you?”

I almost drop the papers, flustered with my discovery, uncertain on how to proceed. With trembling fingers I fumble the papers and pull out a single sheet, a product specification. “Uhm, I have a question about this specification? Is it a fixed weight product or with variable wieght? It’s unclear?” I lean in and place the sheet in front of her, unable to stop myself glancing her cleavage, seeing her well formed breasts resting in what looks like a laced pink bra. Immediatly I feel the instinctive reaction below and images of taking her top off and burrying my face between her mounds flash past my inner eye. Shrugging my shoulders, I concentrate on the sheet in front of me and follow her finger as she reads throught the text.

“It says right here this is a variable weighted product. The spec has changed because of the labels. They are new” She looks straight at my eyes, catching them as they jump from her cleavage to her eyes. I see a little smile play around her lips as she draws the right conclusion. “Thanks a lot Sharon, sometimes I have my blonde moments. I’ll get the spec to production right away” With a last look into her eyes, I turn and walk away, feeling her eyes pierce my back, confirmed by the reflecting image of the window next to the door.

When I come home at night, I quickly start up my pc and open the Achat forum. I go directly to the erotic fantasy section and open the thread with my “hands” story. As the page loads, I can see 3 new replies, 1 by a guy, 2 by girls. One name standing out as I have seen it so many times before. She’s been supporting my style of writng from the very beginning. After she approached me on the forum, complimenting me with one of my stories, a relation started to develope which stretches out beyond Achat.

We have co-written stories on the forum and played so many rp’s, have been chatting and playing for over a year. We even shared pics though we never showed our face to eachother. We even got so close that we confided in eachother with real life troubles and happy times. Suddenly it hits me.. I can’t believe I have been this blind. There were hints enough in the past months, growing closer together. She told me she worked as management-assistant, she made typical dutch spelling mistakes, english that isn’t 100% english. I could have guessed..

My heart starts pounding as I start to type my reply, fingers trembling as I don’t want to give away my suspicions on the forum. As my imagination starts to fly away, the outlines of a new erotic story start forming, I quickly send the post. I write down some key words and open Word, fingers moving almost automatically, words appearing on screen in a quick tempo, fluently. Within 2 hours the story is ready and as I read it back, correcting spelling mistakes, I feel my blood start to heat up and my heart start to beat faster. Turned on by my own story, I quickly print it out. After signing it with my avatar name in pen I put it in a hard cover folder.

It’s evening shift and after 5 pm, all offices are empty except hers. Knowing she goes for a break around 7 pm, I enter her office 5 minutes later and leave the folder on her desk. My heart is pounding, this being another clumsy attempt to get closer to her. Not being the most confident around women, especially when they  are as beautiful as she is, I have been making baby steps to get her attention. But this is a big step and it could end up as a disaster. While I am pondering my decision to leave the story on her desk, I hear the buzzer announcing the end of the break and quickly I leave the office. I return to the floor and watch the employees get back to work.

Half an hour later I decide to go on a coffee break and pass by her office. As I glance inside, I see the folder opened on her desk, her finger trailing the sentences, her face flushed but her eyes glued to the paper. I can’t see her other hand as her body is on front of it, looking at her from the side, but I notice her arm moving ever so slightly, the angle suggesting her hand being in her lap. I hesitate for a second then quietly step inside and approach her from behind.

I look at the sheet in front of her and see where she is in the story, the penultimate page already. She has devoured the story and is clearly affected by it as I can see her arm move obviously, her hand slid between her legs. As I come closer, I see the first paragraph

‘Slowly she moves her body down, feeling the crown press against her wet sex. She looks deep into his eyes, her own eyes wet with pleasure, her orgasm still trembling in her body, and smiles warmly. Her desire is urging her down, even though she can hardly keep herself balanced. His strong hands on her hips, guiding her down as she pushes herself on his cock, helping her to keep upright. As his member slowly slides inside her welcoming channel, she closes her eyes and arches her back, leaning her head back and pushing her chest forward. Her perky, hard nipples inviting him, his mouth and lips, his wet tongue and teeth. She moans out loud as her pelvis rests against his, his member fully engulfed by her wetness, his lips folding around her nipple..’

I cough as I can now almost touch her,  she is so concentrated on the story she hasn’t noticed me coming in nor moving in closer. A shreek of terror erupts from her lips as she jumps up from her chair, her hands panicking to close the folder and hide the sheets of paper. She turns as she takes a step back, her face bright red in embarrassement. “Hey! Don’t sneak up on me like that! You scared me!”

“Please, forgive me Sharon, that was not my intention at all. I just wanted to ask you if the dvd that I made for you, worked. I’m sorry to scare you” Watching her as she stands trembling in front of me, her eyes flickering with anger, her face still rosey with her arousal and embarrassement. Not knowing where to leave her hands, she folds them in front of her, unconsciously pushing up her breasts, her blouse falling open, giving me a tempting view on her cleavage. Immediatly the rush of images of her nakes breasts appear before my inner eye again and I have to concentrate to get them out of my mind.

“It’s ok, but you could try knocking next time, instead of sneaking up on an innocent, unsuspecting girl. And yes, the dvd works, otherwise I would have told you” Her face softening a little, even a little smile dancing around her luscious lips as her body relaxes. I smile at her and nod, slowly starting to turn my body away from her, moving towards the door. “I am glad to hear it is working, hope your daughter will have a lot of fun watching all the episodes” I reach out for the handle of the door and open it. Before leaving her office, I turn a last time and look at her. “Oh, I hope you enjoy the story, I am particularly proud of the ending..” Without hesitating I leave her office and listen to the door shut, fighting myself not to turn around and watch her reaction.

When I come home, I turn on my pc and check my email, pouring myself a glass of single malt. I feel vibrant, nerveous, very much alive. A week ago I decided to start the New Year fresh, shed my skin of shyness, take the bull by the horns and go after the girl that I´ve been wanting for months. Yes, it is a risk to seduce a girl at work. Yes, there is a risk that she will turn me down. But better that as to never get anywhere and watch how she gets swept of her feet by someone else. And finding out she is on Achat and we have been playing and talking for over a year, is a confirmation I made the right decision.

In the corner of my eye, I see the small announcement for new mail. My heart starts to beat faster as I see the Achat forum addy appear. Quickly I open the message and start reading

`Delicate sent you the following message:

Not sure what to say.. Is it really you? I need to talk to you as soon as possible. I am online tonight. Find me..’

My heart now racing, butterflies flying off in flocks, legs and hands trembling suddenly with nerves. Finding it hard to click the Achat icon, I finally manage to click it. I stand up and walk through the room as the game is loading, sit down to watch its progress, then stand up and walk around again. Nerveous, teeth grinding, hands sweatty and playing with my mouse. Sitting down and standing up, getting frustrated with the long loading time. Finally I can log in, the offline messages box flashing red. I take a deep breath and open the new messages, finding one from Delicate. “I need to talk, find me quick” I click ‘sender’ and see her profile appear, her name in green, her banner empty, the personal invitation to me removed. I wait for a few seconds, then start to type my welcome. The moment I press enter to send it, I receive a message from her. “Invite me”

Startled with her short, directing message, I click invite and soon we are secluded from the busy arena of the game. For what seems to be an eternity, we are both quiet. Looking for words to open the conversation with, the tention between us signalling I was right, Sharon and Delicate are the same. “Hi darling, how are you feeling?” Cautiously I word my first sentence and send it to her, heart pounding in my throat, anxious and worried of her reply. “Not sure how I feel…” Her answer quick and short, my mind searching franticaly for words. “It was you that left the story on my desk today? You are… Daan?” Fingers missing keys, rewriting my reply 3 times before sending it. “Yes, it was me that left the story. I am Daan” Breathing deep and heavy as I wait for her reply. “Ok, just wanted to be sure..”

My mind is running around in circles, so much to say, to ask, so hard to find the right way and the right words to start with. My fingers idle on my keyboard, starting a sentence and erasing it. I take deep breaths to bring my heart rate down a little, trying to relax as my fingers start typing. But before I can finish the sentence, a new message comes in. “I read your story… Over and over again…” “Did it make you cum?” Before I can rethink my reply, the message is sent and I hit myself on the head. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did I do that? I look back at the screen and wait for her reply. “Not yet, I was at work, remember?”

I blush, remembering seeing her arm move up and down as she read the story, my mind filling in the blanks, knowing she was rubbing herself. “Yes, I know.. though you tried *blush*” Naturally falling back into our teasing wordplay, not even noticing my prickling answers as they form by themselves. My body starts to tremble again, excitement replacing anxiousness, a smile forming around my lips as my hand automatically opens my belt and pants. “I know you saw. If I had known before, I would have let you watch” My mouth falls open as I see her message appear, reading it over and over again, my imagination working overtime as the possible consequences pass through at light speed. “You are kidding me…” Unable to wrap my mind around the idea of the woman I adore, letting me watch as she pleases herself while reading my story, I send my reply with hesitation.

“No, I’m not kidding. You know me well enough..” Her answer quick and straight again and she is right. She means what she says. It reminds me of when she wanted to send me a picture for the first time. I didn’t believe that either until I got her picture in my email. Knowing her well after a year, I should have know better. “I would have loved to watch you. And I promise I would not wait with touching myself” Then it stays quiet for a while, both avatars idle as the conversation takes all interest. I take a sip of whiskey and lean back, waiting for her reply but it is taking longer as usual and worried I start typing my next message. Then her message comes in. “What are you waiting for? You know where I live”

Baffled my fingers lay idle on my keyboard, my eyes wide open, my heart fluttering dangerously, my loins reacting immediatly, sending a rush of blood to my member. I raise my hands, starting to type then fall back into my chair again, amazed with her reply. My body starts to fill with desire, slowly the surprise is fading and my hunger for her starts to float to the surface. My mind racing, retracing the route to her house from the one time I brought her home, her bike having a flat tire. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes” “Hurry” is her only reply before she leaves the room and logs out, disappearing without a further word.

I stare at my screen for a second before grasping reality, then push my chair back and run upstairs. I turn on the shower and as it heats up, I grab clean clothes. I shower quickly and spray some after shave on my face and chest. I jump into my clothes and rush down the stairs. For a moment I panic as my car keys are not in my coat, but quickly I find them and run out the door. I get in my car and speed off, putting on my seatbelt as i race through the narrow streets. As I almost run a red light, I try to calm myself a little and adjust my speed, wanting to arrive in one piece. I drive up to her house and see dimmed lights in the livingroom, a small crack in the curtains allowing me a peek inside.

I walk up to the door and as I raise my hand to ring the bell, I notice the front door is on a small crack. I push against it with my foot and without a sound it swings open. I stick my head through the door and look inside, fiding a door closing a small hallway off from the livingroom. I step inside and close the door behind me, shutting out the cold wind that is blowing through the streets. I open the door to the livingroom carefully and step inside, my eyes adjusting to the obscured light in the room, as only a few candles are lit.

As I slowly move forward, my eyes scanning the room for her figure, I hear a rustle coming from the couch. There, in a corner in the shadows, she rests against the back of the couch, her legs pulled up, her thighs only just covered with a light, pink sheen. The soft, flowing lines of a negligé accentuates her body, pronounces her chest and endless legs, the slender straps over her shoulder accentuating her long and slender neck, her glistening eyes inviting me to come closer. The folder with the story laying on the side of the couch, her hand stretched out over it, her fingers sliding around on the paper. The soft pink fabric washes waves of folds over her lap, covering her thighs flowing over in her torso. The see-through fabric revealing the pink straps of her panties.

Her hand stretching out, her fingers pointing to the reading chair in front of her, her other hand near her face, her finger covering her lips in a shushing gesture. As I sit down, my eyes glued to her face, I see her hand slide up and pull a cord, switching on a reading light. The bright spot is aimed at her lap, her face in the shadows, showing just her eyes behind the beam of light. She sits back on the couch and her hands pick up the folder, opening it and placing it in her lap. She looks at me once more, her eyes glistening, her moist lips shown in the shadow behind the light, an sensual smile curling her lips. Then she looks down and her fingers start tracing the lines as she starts reading.

Slowly her face starts to colour and as she flicks to the third page, I see her chest start to heave, her breath deepening and her free hand starting to slide over her thigh, moving her negligé up a little. I stare at her, my eyes following her every movement, watching as she flicks to the fourth page and unfolds her legs, pulling her heels against her thighs, slightly opening her legs. Allowing me a view of her thong, the heavily embroided fabric spanning her sex tightly, the pink accentuating the fold of her lips, the muscles in her legs flexing as she finds a comfortable position, she continues reading, sucked in by the story, almost forgetting about me.

(Part I)

[TightFit74]

Newgurl,

I have shared my room with non-prems and I have explained what benefits a premium membership would have. But I don't see myself as an antive promoter when in the game. I thick the dev-team has the responsibility to promote the game and make it attractive to become a premium member.
In the end we all benefit, agreed that a bigger group of prems generates more income which might mean an expansion of the dev team with more and quicker developed releases. Though I wonder if all the extra generated income would be invested in the game or would end up on someone's bankaccount without noticable changes in the game.
imo Apollo has a point, about 90% of non-prem users are rude, quick and click through the poses. There isn't much decency around which is a huge shame. For me, a blue start means nothing. It doesn't change the person behind the avatar. So if the person is nice, can hold a conversation and writes in full sentences, she is more than welcome to look me up.
If there are members who actively promote premium meberships, they should be rewarded byt the dev-team..

[TightFit74]

First story is submitted. Well doen West. I'll take my time to read it, áfter my own story is done.
Which should be in a couple of hours.

Remember, 6 more days until the deadline. I hope that the ones that are busy (with you in my thoughts Sunny), will get a chance and the peace of mind to finish and submit their story..

[TightFit74]

True, the decorations e expensive, but you nly have to buy them once and use them over and over again.. At least these balls don't break when drop to the floor..

The options of personalising your room, does give a lot of openings for the decv-team to develope more of these options. A new market to generate income? Just think of art on the walls, sculptures, plants, extra lights, a mrror on the ceiling (though that will make for extra programming).

Maybe this time the dev-team can offer some room for designers that want to create products for this section.. Just a thought, and not an original one..

[TightFit74]

I'm glad they brought out the deco before christmas instead of n the day itself. Very often the specific outfits/rooms decorations or backgrounds are released when the event has started or is almost over. This time I can get into christmas spirit before hand, instead of getting it as mustard after the meal…

So no LGBT pose yet, but at least something that can be used by everyone..

[TightFit74]

Didn't think you were that easy to bait West..
Glad to see someone is enthousiastic about the contest as a judge (not forgetting about you Kitten )

Just one more week to go before the dead-line.. I urge all contestants to focus, work hard and submit your story before the 24th 00:00 hours CET +1…

[TightFit74]

I like having the options for the room, especially in this fashion, able to choose what you want.
Other things can be introduced as well, maybe a big wooden statue in the safari room, or maybe art on the walls.. you name it…

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