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The warm afterglow of my intense orgasm seeping into every muscle and artery in my body, my mind drifting off in a dream of an endless forest, the giggling of girls behind every tree As Natalya lays down, pushing her body against my side, her lips close to my mouth, her deep breath warming my ear, I slowly start to come back to my senses.. The gentle movements of the girls on top of me, the touch of their skin and the soft sounds coming from dry lips easing me back into the present. Carefully I start moving my body, waking Firenza from her half sleep. Finding her looking at me when I give her a small kiss on her cheek.
“I have to go”
Whispering the words at her, her still glazed look upon me, her eyes widen as the content of my words reach her conscious thoughts. A hint of disappointment twitches around her mouth, before her lips curl up in a big, loving smile.
“I understand.”
She leans in and kisses me with half-opened lips, her tongue pushing deep into my mouth, sliding around before she releases me from her passionate kiss.
“I coulnd’t have asked for a better way to become a woman. Thank you. Enjoy your stay at the festival and we might bump into eachother again”.
A giggle, then the pressure on my body subsiding as she sits up and releases me from her thighs. Slowly I sit up and slide to the edge of the sofa, helping Firenza slide in between her two friends, both half conscious, intoxicated by the wine and pleasure. Dreamy eyes watching me as I stand up and gather my clothes, dressing quickly, a bit embarrassed as I feel the girls looking at me. I wink a waitor, order more wine and turn to the girls. Kneeling on the sofa with one knee, I lean in and kiss all three of them, the kiss returned most passionate by Firenza, and bid my farewell. Quickly I turn and walk off, keeping my eyes directed at the exit of the hall, passing the waitor with the wine. As I pause for a second, I give him enough silver to serve the girls for the rest of the night.
As I step through the doors into the cool night air, I take a deep breath and for a few seconds, the events of just now pass through my mind in unclear, flickering images. A shiver of comfort, then I shrug my shoulders and move into the shadows, following the road. Finding a steady pace, my breathing in sync with my moving legs, my mind starts to shed the fog of the wine and sex, the reason for going into the night suddenly rushing back into my conscious mind. Each breath bringing me back into the flowing mindset of my training, the awareness of everything around me increasing with each step. As I reach a small square, a masoned fountain at the centre, I start looking closely at the facade of the houses across the street. As the map suggests an entry to the small alley to the south wall, my eyes inspect every door and window, looking for a hint.
As the road curves to the east, an overhanging facade catches my eye. In the shadow underneath the outbuild of the house, the shimmer of a bronze doorhandle catches the light of the almost full moon. Hidden in the shadows, an arched corridor is blocked by a heavy oak door, reinforced with steel bands running horizontally and diagonally across the wood. The sign of the Prefect engraved in the bronze handle almost hidden by dirt, unused for years as it seems. Slowly I turn in the shadows and empty my mind. Focussing on seeing and hearing what wants to be unseen, I patrol the area with my ears and eyes. Looking for an unexplained shadow, the rustle of a leave, a brush of air out of direction, yet finding nothing that seems out of the ordinary. Far away from the centre, the focus of the city distracted from the silent roads, it seems I am alone.I cross over and against my better judgement I grab the doorhandle and carefully push it down. Locked, and no keyhole. This can only mean the door is locked from the inside or there is a hidden way to open it. Going through the options in my mind, I decide to leave the door unmeddled, fearing discovery and increased vigilance. Quickly I cross the street again and look at the houses for a way to climb up and over them. A latticed house catches my eye, the sturdy beams forming the construction, filled in with clay and straw, covered with gipsen offer an easy way up. Yet its too exposed to take the risk. I decide on a low, bricked warehouse. Big blocks forming corner stones offer an easy climb to a jib, from where I can get on the slightly tilted roof of the house next to it. I cross the road again and plant my feet on the corner stone after having looked aorund a last time. Then, concentrating on my climb, I push off and jump for the jib. My fingers just hanging on to the edge of the jib, I quickly push my feet against the wall and push myself up onto the wooden beam. Pushing my body against the wall, my eyes trace the street below, finding no signs of being noticed.
I hop onto the roof and press my body down flat on the slates. Pulling myself forward on my elbows, I creep across the roof, sliding over the ridge and hiding in the shadows. The moon hidden by clouds making me almost invisible against the dark grey slates. Inch by inch I move closer to the other side of the roof, fingers stretched, anticipating to feel the edge before seeing it. The rough texture of the slates scraping my fingertips, then suddenly nothing but air. Having reached the edge of the roof, I move even slower, not making a sound until I can peek down into the dark alley. This must be it. Piercing into the distance, I can see the small lights in the guardtower of the residence to the north, a few hundred feet away the thick walls of the outer defense of the city rising up in the south. Finding the other side of the arched corridor, I find no other entrances to the alley. This must be either a service entrance or an escape route. Seems this is the only entrance between the residence and the city walls.Suddenly I hear someone cry out.
“On the roof! Look! There’s someone on the roof!”
A sudden rush of adrenaline races through my body. The voice coming from my left and above me. A quick turn of my head shows a dark profile against a brightly lid window, voice getting louder, doors opening and slamming shut. My mind racing, discovery is evident, going through options to escape. Doors opening on the other side of the roof, blocking the street below. Roofs around me to steep to climb, the only appareant escape is the alley below. Without delaying I swing my legs over the edge, hanging on my fingertips for a moment before releasing. As I hit the alley floor, I bend my knees and roll backwards absorbing the blow of my landing. Quickly getting on my feet, I start racing down the alley, choosing to go south towards the wall. The walls that enclose the alley are smooth, no doors or windows offering escape, roofs too high to reach and climb up. With each step closer to the city walls, the fear of being caught getting stronger.
As I run down the alley, the voices left behind in the distance, the city walls suddenly appear in the darkness. As I approach them fast, I see one of the houses leaning against the city walls, has a ledge half way up the facade. In a frantic attempt I run up against the wall, push off with my feet and jump towards the ledge. Digging my nails into the wood I find an unsteady grasp and hit against the wall of the house. I struggle to keep myself from falling, heart pounding in my chest, then finding a good hold. I pause for a second, hearing the voices in the distance, getting closer, but on the other side of the alley. If I can get across this roof, I am safe for at least a little while. Quickly calculating my route across the roof, I jump up and grab the gutter, pulling myself up and on the roof in a fluent motion, quickly scurrying to the other side. As I reach the edge of the roof, I suddenly hear marching boots ín the alley, the sounds echoing forward faster as the feet that created them move, yet pressing me for haste.
It’s a high jump. Risking twisting or breaking my ankles, I swing myself down, hanging on the edge of my fingers, then letting go. The air rushing in my ears as I plummit down, the hard thump as my feet hit the cobbled stones. Trying to cushion the blow as well as possible, my knees bend fully, my ass hits the floor hard before rolling away on my back. The hard blow to my ankles leaving leaving me unable to move for a few moments as I clench my teeth, sucking in the cry of pain that is forced out of my throat. Quickly I hobble into the shadows, finding a moment of rest as I bite down my teeth and endure the pain. Pushing myself into action, I hide in the shadows and start moving down the street, my side scraping the facades as I keep myself out of plain view. My adrenaline keeping my on my toes, I keep searching for voices and footsteps as I rush through the streets and alleys, taking unexpected turns, tracing back my steps through courtyards and passages in this maze, avoiding my destination for at least an hour before allowing myself to get closer.
After almost two hours I feel satisfied I have escaped my chasers and approach the tavern from the back alley. Still vigilant, I trace the shadows for any presence, but none are to be found. I quickly jump to the ledge of the roof and pull myself on top, the window of my room still cracked open as I left it. Without a noise I climb inside, finding my room as I left it, everything in its place and untouched. I walk directly at the washbowl ands scoop some fresh water in my hands. I lean in and splash the water in my face, washing off the sweat and dust gathered during my quick escape. As I burry my face in my hands, a sudden rush of extreme fatigue runs through my body, legs starting to tremble so bad I barely make it to the bed. I collapse on top of the sheets and as soon as my head hits the pillow, I am lost in a deep, dreamless sleep.
Hmmm, somehow getting stuck in words of passion (though not uncommon). The discovery of this new side in me progressing slowly but surely. Would love to go indepth on the matter of the poses with the right girl at the right moment (hint!). I might finally come up with some sensible comments on the topic..
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Lover? a different name in the game?? :Ardeur is right, for a guy there isn't much as exciting as girl that (pretends to) likes his cum. But also knowing not every girl likes the taste, as every woman doesn't taste the same, it's understandable not everyone swallows.
lol, a turn off would be a gagging reflex directly after cumming. Such an obvious sign of dislike could make our little thing go from hopeful to re-erect, to a hopeless dangling thingie… Not taking the pleasure from the bj or hj in account
It gets eerie at times:
her: what kinda rp?
me: usually, romantic, location-based rp's. you?
her: i like incest lol
me: that is not my thing.. too close for comfort as I have a daughter
her: its okay
me: each their own taste
her: lol, im okay with incest because me and my dad actually do have sex on occasionwtf?????
Welcome Ikke,
If anyone deserves to give her wrists some rest, it is you Janine. Indeed you have expressed yourself in abundance, fighting to get more FF-poses.
It is a good thing if others share their viewpoints, remind the A-team of your wishes. Bump a subject, getting it to the attention of the developers again. They do read every post on forum.. All they have to do is decide to release something for you girls…Thanks neighbour. Looks like you're having some bad luck with your legs. Same one as you fractured? Get well soon, mein freund!
*picking up jaw from floor, adjusting pants* Sunny, be a butterfly.. Smile!
Somehow the women I meet are more interested in penetration as giving a blowjob or longer stimulation and playfulness. While I love playing with a woman as long as possible, adoring her taste, her feel, the touch of her wetness, her scent…
A fantasy is to make her orgasm with just my hands and mouth.
Another is being brought to the edge time and time again by hands and mouth , resulting in exploding inside her (anywhere inside her;D
It's kinda hard to describe how it feels for a man. Taking the liberty to comment,though feeling this poll is more for girls..
All I can say is that each time it feels different, each erection is more or less different. Not always the same length or thickness, depending on mood, partner, atmosphere, well-rested or after a short night and a long day.
Sometimes my own touch feeling more sensual or sexier as other times. But to be honest, what makes it feel best, is being in the hand or entrance of someone who is skilled in playing with it..Walking up to the house for my riding lesson, I can see in the garden, noticing a blonde firhure, her head liftef, ;aying in the sun. The bikini complimenting her long legs, slender frame and neck. Wondering if she needs some sun tan, because of her compllexion..
@ Sunny ………..
😀 I am very happy for you girls..
well done A-team. Maybe you can make the next pose for FF and FS first, before you make it MF/MS…
Tom,
you have to do that over and over again until it works. doesn't always work the first time you try.
Happy Father's Day Lover! Let's Ride!!!
And with a bit of luck, we will run into a flock of girls
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