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Online Sara NilssonTopic starter

Supernatural cuties looking. Warning, pic heavy. (closed!)
« on: August 02, 2013, 05:49:05 AM »
Read my on/off first! But here is a TL:DR: I rp only on the forums, and if you are one of those that like NC then look elsewhere.

Note: There can be not safe for work images in the following posts. And it is quite picture heavy.

Taken RPs gets moved down to the other post (with a link to the story), however I will not mark a story taken until we are actually several posts in. I have been having too many people drop the story without a word after a single post, so I will not shut someone else out over that. Below the initial RP ideas there are the more smut heavy ones if that is what you seek. And below that the Graveyard where I keep older stories that either are dead or no one wanted, I can be persuaded to play them if you so desire. I wont be poking you if you stop replying instead after three months of silence I will just assume you lost interested and didn't feel like telling me and close the story.

And of course your gender can be changed. I just write him by default. To clarify, all of my stories unless indicated can be F/F instead.

Also please don't reply in this thread, it makes it difficult for me to keep it updated. Yes I am really a klutz when it comes to trying to do coding.

The way my ideas are set up, first I have the title along with a few keywords that I think describe it and also the F/F and/or M/F to show the gender pairings I want with your character being the first, if a gender is added in parenthesis that means extra npcs usually played by the person where the parenthesis are. Meaning M/F(F) means I will play an extra (or several extra) females for instance (ie group fun during funtimes). Then comes a in character snippet that might explain the idea and lastly my out of character rambling to explain everything.. I hope. Oh and a pic to the right that might get your ideas flowing.. or so I hope.

Of course... my ideas are not set in stone, i don't have a script of everything that will happen. I have rough ideas of where I see it going but that is of course something that can and will change as two people RP :)

Note: I work 7 days a week, but in general I can post during the weekdays but weekends are the busiest time for me so I am unlikely to get any posts done during that time other then to reply to the odd PM and such.

Handy Links:


On/Off Thread
Apologies and Absences
Available stories
Smutty Stories
GM based Stories
Story Concepts
Gallery
Taken
Graveyard

My current stories:

My spouse, my enemy. (Sara Nilsson and Justric)
Deadly Silken Ties (Sara Nilsson and Justric)
The God Exhibit {Sara Nilsson & Justric}
My wife the pornstar (TheDoctor46 and Sara Nilsson)
A fathers love (Sara Nilsson and Napanee)
The Gorean (ish) Gentlewoman (Sara Nilsson and Napanee)
The Chosen One (Sara Nilsson & Skyre)
A nightmare, or is it? (Sara Nilsson and Retribution)
Slayers, vamps and Oni (Sara Nilsson and Relikai)
Dewayne Sharp, PI - The Stalker (Writersblockade & Sara Nilsson)
A knight and the tail (Sara Nilsson and Arkaniel)
Northern steel, Southern spirit (Trilby and Sara Nilsson)

Romance of a Celestial Empire (Group Game)
« Last Edit: September 19, 2017, 06:37:05 PM by Sara Nilsson »

Online Sara NilssonTopic starter

Adoption Center
« Reply #1 on: August 02, 2013, 05:49:24 AM »
ADOPTION CENTER


Nothing is set in stone with my stories, I more than welcome input and a partner who will add his or her own twist. Reminder, M/F, means you play the male char, I play female. First letter is you, second is me. If additional characters are needed they are added in parenthesis.

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The Kessel File
M/F, cyberpunk, action, possibly not happy ending

"Prisoner ID: 256755341-k
Name: John Edward Kessel
Crime: Rape, two counts of murder, resisting arrest, illegal bodymods, illegal pit fights, jaywalking.
Age: 31
Height: 183cm
Weight: 93kg
Cybernetics: Spinal Accelerator, Sub dermal Armour, Stim Injector
Sentence: Death

The text keeps scrolling but I don't read it, don't have to. He was all over the news, some hotshot on the illegal pitfighting scene. Too much tech installed so he went psycho when he found his girl with another man. Raped her brutally before killing them both, claimed he was innocent. Sure they all do, jam to much shit into your body is asking for trouble. Tech psychosis is the term, they flip out, lose control and then people like me have to track them down. And usually put them down, hard and permanently. No idea why Kessel claimed he was innocent, fuck the mods alone is enough to earn him a trip to death row. Maybe he was hoping for lenience, fuck that. All these circuitbrains should be taken down, soiling their bodies like that is asking for trouble.

Thankfully I have his entire file, and something tells me he will return to the scene of the crime... Seattle. I hate that town, Corps think it is their private playground and use the criminals in their games against each other. And innocent wage slaves end up in the crossfire. I plan to do this quick, get out fast of that hellhole. I pack my guns and plenty of AP rounds, hell I even pack the APHE rounds. Armour Piercing High Explosive, meant for fuckers like him. Goes through the armour and explodes on the inside, makes a fucking mess as the armour contains the blast. Highly restricted, you need a permit. You need a fucking permit for the permit. Costs an arm and a leg but I aint taking any chances.


Cyberpunk, shadowrun type of setting. Mr Kessel (name can of course be changed) is a fugitive from the law, did he do the crime or not? Good question, I am leaning towards no. Perhaps he was asked to take a dive in a fight but refused, so the crime boss had his girl killed. He showed up too late, managed to kill the assassin though but that got him arrested for both murders as the cops think he did it. So in the classical style of the movie The Fugitive he needs to clear his name, or perhaps he just wants revenge and doesn't care if he dies afterwards. My char would be sent out to hunt him down, but early on something happens (TM), perhaps he saves her? So she gets interested in him, wanting to help him clear his name before taking him in.. or down. Could be fun to end the story with the baddie dead and him kneeling down begging her to end him as he can't live without the girlfriend. Possibly?




First Wave
M/F. Action, secret societies, comedy.

"Captain Marcus Morris: Ever since the first Wave we have struggled to keep the civilians unaware, it has put a strain on all of us but it has also united us like never before. Sure the civvies are screaming about corruption, how other countries are meddling in our affairs, ha.. if only they knew. For every "corruption scandal" that has hit the press lately has been us trying to help each other out against the threat, brave politicians willingly taking the blame, ruining their careers, their names to save mankind. Well, brave and brave.. I don't see them putting on a vest, grabbing a gun and going out there to fight. That is where I come in, United States Marine Corp, dishonorable discharge (faked). As far as my family knows, I fucked up, and am now living disgraced under some bridge somewhere. It is better that way. Still there are only so many of us that can fuck up before the press get curious so we have help, like my partner. She doesn't say much, I think she is homesick. And she drinks way to much vodka, but I must say Russian women still got it. They kicked Nazi ass during WWII, and now they still kick ass. What? Don't believe me? Look up the Night Witches, 588th Night Bomber Regiment. Flying obsolete planes against the Nazi, up to 8 missions a night! Hell, they sometimes had to crawl out on the wing of the plane because the bombs wouldn't release, in flight sometimes while under fire. Think you are a badass? Yeah, you are not compared to them. So for all her flaws, I am fucking proud to fight beside her. She does her country proud, just would be nice if she could just drink a tad less.

Lieutenant Nadezhda Volkov: "What? Him? Oh he is nice. A bit uptight, could do with some vodka and relax a bit. Nice ass though and can count on in firefight. Almost Russian bravery. Not weak like most Americans. You share a few bottles of vodka, and they pass out. No good to me passed out, or complain to drunk to get it up. Bah. At least they have good weapons and food, nice to not be hungry. Now, stop asking questions and drink up! For tomorrow we can be dead!"


The Earth is under threat, and I am thinking more hidden cults summoning some Eldritch Monstrosities over aliens or vampires. The majority of Earths governments have banded together and are helping each other out as best they can, so when it is uncovered that the USA shipped uranium to other countries it was a deliberate move to help them out. Massive money laundering? Same thing. Politicians are willingly taking the blame knowing that they will forever be shamed, in an environment like this President Trump is the best president ever. Everyone is so focused on what the next idiotic thing he will do they don't notice the real things that are happening. Russia meddling in elections? A cute smokescreen. Many western worlds try and get their resistance fighters from the military but even so they can only have so many go missing in boat accidents, dishonourable discharge before people start looking into it. So Russia and China are stepping in to supply manpower, no one will miss thousands of troops there. And this is where our chars come in :) Working for a shadowy agency tasked with cleaning out any cults and fighting off the Ems (Eldritch Monstrosities remember). I see the story as part action, some awkward romance and throw in a sprinkle of humour. As you might be able to tell I have a whole slew of background material in my head for it but am always welcome to discuss it.





The Children of the Portal
M/F, F/F, action, monsters, everyday life

"Once, I was just like you. Ignorant, happy. I went about my days thinking the only monsters where us humans, I mean just look at us. Chechnya, The Balkans during the late 90s, The Khmer Rouge, Nazi Germany, need I go on? And I am still not convinced we are not monsters, but we are not alone. Vampires, demons, weres, we call them Others. They been among us for many many years, where they come from you ask? Well we know and don't know. They come through the Portal, as spirits taking over human bodies. A dead body rises to be a vampire, others.. weres and demons and even more unsavory things. What happens to the human you ask? We don't know, perhaps they go through the Portal to where the Others come from. Every 24309 days it opens, yes you are right. Every 66.6 years, recognize those numbers? Yeah the Church almost got it right.

Most of the Others are decent enough I guess, but many seem to think our world is their play ground so the Council was formed to police that. I am one of their enforcers, we work in two person teams. One human and one Other. My partner? He is sleeping in his coffin right now, it is a shame you know. A sexy hunk like that being inhabited by something alien, I swear when I look into his eyes I almost feel like the old soul is still there screaming for release. It is creepy as all Hell, but I guess we work together well enough.


The idea is that demons, weres, vamps and such are from another world, at regular intervals another wave appears and take over human bodies. This has been going on since the dawn of time but it is only now with our growing technology that we could prove it. So the Council was formed to deal with Other/human relations and the characters are part of a two man team to deal with any problems. So part, slice of lime/drama and part dealing with murderous thugs. On both sides, on many sides. Snickers. I really have no preference for playing human or other, so if you want to flirt with some cute Other girl I am fine with that. I do want to explore the idea of what happens to the human souls though, I mean we don't have to solve it but I want it to be part of their growing relationship.




Puppy Love
M/F, interspecies love, romance, hunky beast man

"As darkness falls over the small village everyone hurries indoors to bolt the doors and windows, while there is a truce between the humans and the Unseen Court some of the more mischievous creatures from the Court chose to ignore that and more then one human has been abducted in the night. Living at the edge of the deep forest has more then its share of dangers but the trade opportunities makes it well worth it. As the last door is secured and all the windows are barred up one door slowly creeps open and a shadow slips out into the night, a thick robe blurs her outline as she sneaks through the village so that none of her fellow humans will see her. She knows that no one will understand, but that is ok she doesn't really care what they think. All that matters is what he thinks. Her face lights up with the most brilliant smile as she thinks of him, those large soulful eyes of his, his soft fur and that adorable nose that she just can't stop kissing. As she reaches the edge of the village she stops and looks around, as usual she is hoping he will find her as his vision is so much better in the night.

Seeing her standing there makes his heart beat a little faster and he hefts his massive axe up on his shoulder as he slowly sneaks around her, for someone so big he is remarkably stealthy. His clawed feet glide silently over the mossy ground until he is standing almost directly behind her, slowly one of his paws reach out and all but cover her face as he leans in with his fangs bared. "Guess who?" He rumbles and then starts laughing as she almost jumps out of her skin, the smouldering look she gives him only makes him laugh even harder as he scoops her up in his massive arms and gives her a long lick across the face. "Love you too silly girl."


An easy one, and the opposite of what I normally enjoy. He is a large hulking monster, she is a petite young woman and they are madly in love. Something that isn't completely ok with their respective communities, but since when does young love care about that? I would like a really nice romantic story, you know sitting by the pond, snuggling, and I can even see some very awkward meetings with the parents ^^ That in fact should be a blast.





A gorean gentleman
F/F or M/F, Romance, slavery

"He had been stranded in this strange land for some time now and still couldnt wrap his head around all the strange things people took for granted, but it has become clear that people wont take him seriously unless he has his own luxury slave. All merchants had to have one apparently, he rolls his eyes at the very idea of owning another person. He has to admit standing there watching one scantily clad beauty after another being sold is both filling him with disgust and some excitement. Most of the girls seemed very happy with their fate something he just cant understand, then the man drags a voluptuous redhead onto the block. Her fierce gaze tells him everything he needs to know, she isnt a slave at heart and when she spits on the auctioneers face he can't help himself from chuckling and raises a hand to bid on her.

She struggles against the bonds holding her firmly and sighs, she can't belive this crap. She is being sold to this.. pig! Ok he isn't all that bad looking but still .. SOLD?! She snarls at him but before she can do anything else one of the guards backhands her and sends her collapsing on the floor. "Sorry about that, she is a feisty one and i hope you will have lots of fun breaking her." The guards drag her over a wooden block and she finds her legs pinned into place by the shackles as the searing pain in her behind from the branding shoots through her body and she howls in pain.


Rather simple idea, a gor..ish world.. No i dont know much about Gor so please no Gor fanboys.. I wont do it justice, but I use the general idea. Females are slaves, he is from another world and doesn't hold with the idea that women are slaves. But he needs one to maintain his status in the world, so he picks up a feisty one to help him with that. And perhaps show him more of the world, will he maintain that women are not slaves? or will he change? And let me stress the word GENTLEMAN! I do NOT want some to me disgusting Gor Man.




Called by blood, controlled by blood
M/F, F/F, dark, monsters, despair

"At first most of us cheered the new industrial revolution, the steam engine was such a breakthrough for us. Previously backbreaking labour could now be done by a machine, there was initial experimentation to use it for transport as well. Only the church objected, saying we where dabbling in the realm of the Gods and in our folly we where inviting doom. Few listened, the power of the church had been in decline for the last few generations. Most felt them too removed from their fellow man, too busy condemning hard working people from their palaces of marble and gold. How wrong we where, we didn't even listen as the first reports of entire villages swallowed up by a strange mist. Exaggerated tales, it was just bandits. And with our new steam technology we would soon be rid of that. It wasn't until the fog was encroaching on the larger cities that we took notice, nothing sent into it ever returned. A few times it pulled back, letting us see what was inside. Or rather what it left in its wake, plants twisted and deformed, animals turned into monsters that bayed for blood. In our moment of need the church did step up, revealing the truth. We had awoken Evil, and they could help us. Thus the hunters where born.

And when I say where born, I mean it literally. We are born, our blood is different. We are all tainted with Evil, and sooner or later we too will turn into monsters. But the church can train us to resist it, we become the greatest weapon against the darkness due to being born with it. We are sent out from the cities to never return, to wage an endless war against the evil until we fall.


A mix between Bloodborne and Dragon Age with more than a little insanity of my own. I have quite a bit more back story than what I wrote above, but that doesn't mean I don't need your input as well. So my character will be a young noblewoman, born with the tainted blood so as she reaches adulthood she is sent off to the church to train and become a hunter where she meets your character another hunter. OR, we can meet out in the twisted lands outside of the city, it really doesn't matter.  I have some ideas of why the fog is out there etc but that depends on how long we want the story to be, I do want it to be very dark and oppressive. As they travel they find old villages, twisted, deformed with the inhabitants either dead in horrible ways or turned into monsters. I truly want their faith in anything good to be all but crushed by the world around them. So they only have each other for comfort. And well.. that is about what I have, what is your take on the story?






Love and War
M/F, slavery, hatred, humiliation.

"The young elven woman snarls as the hulking guards drag her along the stone corridor, humiliation at their defeat still burning inside of her. Who could have believed these primitive beings could defeat the finest army to ever assemble under the grace of the sun. Now she is being dragged with her armour and clothes in tatters to be paraded before their hairy king no doubt, well she will show them! No sister of the Unseen Court is going to be a prisoner for long, she doesn’t fully understand the catcalls hurled her way as she is dragged into what no doubt is by human standards a magnificent hall to be thrown to the floor in front of the king. While she doesn’t speak the language she gets the idea easily enough and a coldness settles around her heart, as one of her hulking guards grabs her hair and throw her head back so the king can inspect his prize.

The young man on the throne lets out a heavy sigh as his men drag the obviously agitated woman forward, his father gave his life in the last attack against the elves so now the young man is thrust upon the throne and the responsibility of trying to mend a kingdom torn apart by war. A needless war in his opinion, sure the elves are arrogant, cruel and if rumours are to be believed cannibals.. though he suspects that latter part is made up to make people hate them. One thing is true however, they sure are gorgeous, and with the poor woman’s clothing being ripped apart that is clear to every noble. He sure hopes his guards had not violated her, slowly he stands up and raises a hand for silence.

“Countrymen! The war is over, their war leader is humbled before Our presence. According to our ancient traditions We shall take her to be Our mistress, rejoice all for now we can rebuild and enjoy the fruits of our hard work.” The men laugh clearly getting what he means with enjoying the fruits of their labour meaning the poor elf woman."


Yes I know it is a WoW pic, ignore that fact and focus on the rest ^^ Ok…. fluff text aside. The great war is over.. or at least mostly over. My character (the poor elven lady) has been captured and dragged into your court, but your character is not some savage beast unlike many others in his kingdom and sees a possibility for a lasting peace if he can manage to persuade the elf that humans and elves can coexist. So in private he is a tender, charming and very understanding man, but in public he has to maintain the rough and tough king to keep the people happy. So I see a mix of tenderness and a mix of ruthlessness. Does that make sense?







« Last Edit: September 19, 2017, 06:40:53 PM by Sara Nilsson »

Online Sara NilssonTopic starter

Smutty Stories
« Reply #2 on: August 22, 2013, 06:11:19 PM »
Smutty Stories


When I say smutty stories I don't mean non stop smut, I still want a story. For a good example look up my story 21 Hunk street, still plenty of story but more heavy on smut then my other stories.

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Corruption of a Champion
M/F only. Centaur love. smut

"The young redheaded woman looks behind her again in her headless flight and to her horror the little imps are gaining on her, sure she can take them on one at a time but not such a large group. The little monsters are slowly gaining ground as they are not exhausted by days of fleeing from various monsters. Some champion she has turned out to be, but in her defense she was totally unprepared for what is on the other of the portal. Her meager training proving quickly to be nowhere near what she needs to survive this tainted realm, her sword just glancing off the hides of some of the larger beings here. Only by pure luck has she been evading them after her first encounter where she only lived by pure chance and a lucky mudslide. But here there is no sign of any form of quick escape here, nothing but shrubs and a few scattered trees. Soon the imps will catch her and she doesn't want to even think what they want, not with those.. no.. she refuses to even think such thoughts. A twisted root catches her foot and she tumbles to the ground just as several arrows whistle through the air cutting down the evil looking little monsters.

She may be just a human but he can't let anyone be caught by the imps, and with his arrows firmly planted in the lead imps the rest soon turn tail and run. Bah, cowardly little things. The centaur steps out from the thick bush he was hiding behind and walks towards the stunned woman. For a human she isn't bad looking, dirty for sure but a bath and some proper clothing and she might even be called cute. "You are far from the human settlements, did you come from the portal?" When she scampers frantically on all four in the dirt away from him he can't but help and chuckle, another so called champion come to cleanse this land of evil. And as always woefully under prepared. "Look miss, I saved your life. So don't you think it is a bit illogical to be scared of me?"


Have you played Corruption of Champions? Well.. it is loosely based on that, but with a lot less rape. I am NOT a fan of that, but the general idea is still interesting. Basically, she is a young maiden who has been selected to become the champion of her world to enter through a mystical portal to another world that is filled with demons and other dangers. A world that is a lot more sexual in nature, and her being rather naive and innocent she is in for a shock. But a friendly male centaur (yes sorry not budging on that, what can I say.. I have a thing for male centaurs ^^) rescues her and they team up for various reasons. And during their adventures they start having feelings for each other, so yes I expect there to be some human on centaur sex.





« Last Edit: August 31, 2017, 03:17:49 AM by Sara Nilsson »

Online Sara NilssonTopic starter

GM based stories
« Reply #3 on: December 24, 2013, 12:06:38 AM »
GM based stories


Basically stories where one of us will have a more of a Game Master role and the other having more of the classical player role in a pen and paper game. GM/F means you play the GM I play the lady and M/GM would of course you play the male and I do the GM duties etc.


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Here be dragons
GM/F, humor, beasts and undead sexy time. *want*

"Sure it all sounded easy, sneak into Bleak Falls Barrow and get the Dragonstone. After all she is quite good at sneaking but no one told her about the draugr and how they seem to be able to see in the dark! When she gets her hands on Farengar she will do something mean! A small smile creeps up on her lips at the thought of getting some revenge on the arrogant mage. Wait what is that sound? She reaches down to grip her axe more tightly in her hands, her heart pounding loudly inside of her chest as she hopes it isn’t more of those darn draugrs. She just about managed to outwit the last bunch!

From the shadows the creaking of long dead flesh can be heard as another draugr wakes up having heard the sounds of their Barrow being invaded by the living again. He grips his ancient sword and gets up on his feet and then stops dead in his tracks, in deed another adventurer has come to invade their sanctum and steal their treasures. But this young woman is already caught by two of his brethren who are having fun sticking their hard rotting cocks into her spit roasting the little slut. With a grin he puts his sword down and rips off his loincloth to join them, after all she still has one hole free for him to use."


I see this as a more lighthearted romp through Skyrim. This dragonborn really isn’t much of a hero, she manages to get through life more by blind luck and by being quite openminded and more than willing to use her body as a bargaining chip.




« Last Edit: September 18, 2017, 11:11:11 PM by Sara Nilsson »

Online Sara NilssonTopic starter

Story Concepts
« Reply #4 on: April 07, 2014, 10:06:34 PM »
Story Concepts


Not fully fleshed out ideas go here, feel free to contact me if any catch your fancy and we can brainstorm.


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Sure being a princess means the ever present danger of being kidnapped by a dragon and having to wait for some knight to rescue you before you are eaten, but it seems Kraggor the Destroyer of Kingdoms, Despoiler of Princesses was also Kraggor the lonely and in need of company. Who knew underneath his fearsome scaly hide lay a sensitive soul that just wanted someone to snuggle with and who shares his passion for poetry. Granted they still haven't quite figured out how to be intimate but their relationship is as strong as any, besides who will argue with them?




How I met your mother? Well kids, I guess you are old enough to know. It wasn't exactly love at first sight I will tell you.




I always been strange I guess, the night always spoke to me where the day didn't. I mean, I didn't sleep in a coffin or anything but mostly because no way mom would allow THAT! I was depressed, I was lonely, bullied, so one day I had an .. accident with a razorblade. I died, well I didn't stay dead naturally. The paramedics brought be back but I was dead for a few seconds. It was enough for.. HIM to notice me. The lord of the Nightmare realm, he saw my soul as it was leaving the body and he wants me now. Whenever I sleep I have the most horrible nightmares, werewolves coming after me, faceless killers, it is him.. flirting. Flirting.. HA! Waking up night after night dreaming of some.. fucking.. THING raping you isn't exactly my kink. And what is worse, what happens in the dream seem to happen to me, I get clawed.. I wake up with wounds where the beast hit me. Not as bad but still..

I think I am going insane, and I fear that is what he wants.




People look at me and most go "what a freak" is it the hair? Perhaps my tats or is it the slave collar that has a chain trailing down to.. well a lady doesn't mention that in public but I am sure you can guess. I like my hair ok, whats wrong with colourful hair? And yeah I have tats on my face, and other places. My Master likes to mark what is His so that anyone else who knows what they mean can clearly tell I am His property. The collar? Well you haven't figure that out by what I just said? Really?

Or, is it that I have a big gun pointed at you that is making you look worried? See, you don't know it but you and your boys been encroaching on His territory. And me being His enforcer as well as His plaything don't like when you upset Him, now you should be glad it is just me that came after you. Him, well He wouldn't be so nice as I have been. He wouldn't just kill you, oh no.. the things He would do would make you sick. So, you can tell me where your boss is. I am sure you are thinking, ha Mad Dog will take care of you. And you know, he might. So what do you have to lose by telling me? You might send me to my death, then again it didn't work out so well for you lot. Ill tell you a secret since you are about to bleed out anyway, I.. am.. not.. human.. anymore. See He lets me drink some of His blood, makes me a ghoul. Gives me some of His powers. That is why I am still standing after you shot me. Yeah it hurts, but I had worse. Did I mention I am His playt..oh.. you died. Ah well. No loss, I will find your boss anyway.




My name is Sir Wilhelm Von Shattledorn the Third, and I am cursed. Not in the way you might think, oh no this is much much worse. I have a group of women living with me, and they are all in love with me. So what is the problem you ask? Well I am glad you asked, see they are all convinced I am the incarnation of Vlad Tepes, Dracula. It seems they been locked away as they put it and they where his chosen brides. Now I wouldn't put much stock in such things, after all I am a man of science but well they have a way of persuading you. For one, well one of them IS a vampire. I have seen her turn into bats, smoke and during the day she is quite dead. And her coffin is in my bedroom! But that isn't a big deal really, compared to well.. ask me what is on my nightstand. No come on ask me, well fine I will tell you anyway. Canopic jars! Yes four jars holding the the stomach, intestines, lungs, and liver of my very own mummy bride. Oh yes, Ankhesenpaaten-ta-sherit is real mummy from ancient Egypt. Oh I love hearing about life under the Pharaos but still a mummy wants to be my wife. Surely it can't get worse you think, oh sweet summer child. Because next to those jars is a skull, a human skull taken from a human woman who was decapitated and her soul now resides in it. When she isn't flittering around as a ghost, it is slightly unnerving seeing a woman holding her own head by the hair float around your library. But lucky me, there are two more. Heard of the insanely talented, and I use the word insanely appropriately Doctor Frankenstein? Seems his research was used to make a second monster, and yes you guessed it. She is moodily occupying my solar most of the time. And to round of this little crazy group of lovesick lovelies a werewolf. And I think it is a testament to how messed up it is when a werewolf is probably the most normal thing in my house!




Mother always said to stay away from bad girls, they will break your heart. Well she was partly right, this one.. this.. BITCH didn't as much break it as stole it. Literally, she keeps it in some strange glass bell in her unholy lab. I want nothing more than to reclaim it, and my free will. After I rip her lying forked tongue out of her head, and mount that horned head on a pike in front of the church. That should teach everyone about the dangers of making a pact with the devil. To think I could redeem her, to show her the power of the Lord and she would renounce evil. Hubris.

And yet, when she calls me I cannot stop myself. I hate myself even as I love her, and I do love her. With all my heart, when she calls I gladly fall down on my knees and worships her. She makes me sing of joy like none have before. I am her slave, her toy, her lover, her hated enemy. The rich sandalwood scent that lingers around her is enough to make my shaft throb with need, just seeing her naked foot extend for me to worship with my tongue is enough for me to want to proclaim my eternal devotion to her.

My love, my Mistress, my enemy... oh how you tempt me.




It is finally Friday, I should be happy. I know my wife is planning a nice romantic dinner, and I dread it. I dread looking into those sparkling eyes and lie to her, she works so hard to make this marriage work and I.. don't. I am a bastard, I break her heart daily and she puts up with me. I know she doesn't believe me when I say I worked late, but she pretends to. She is that wonderful, maybe.. maybe if I give her that baby she so desperately craves? No, no that wouldn't be fair to her or the baby. A baby shouldn't grow up in a false family, so I will go in there I will lie to her when I say I love her too. I don't, and hard as she tries she can't win my love. My heart is already taken, and she can't compete with my lovely boyfriend.




He looks down at the caller id with a frown, unknown number. But still might be important so he presses the screen and holds it up to his ear. "hello John Wil" Before he can even finish his name a distorted voice cuts in "We have your wife, five million dollars in unmarked bills. You have until Friday". He raises an eyebrow at the voice, clearly using a cheap distorter, probably bought at Wallmart or something, five million in.. he looks at the calendar three days? Someone knows they have disposable money that isn't tied up in investments, that isn't good. Though this person on the other line..

"I want to speak to my wife. I need to make sure she is ok."

There is a moment of silence and a yelp is heard before her soft voice cuts in "Hi John, I am fine. They haven't hurt me." Well that is a relief, he knows he should say something. Something important, so he opens his mouth. "That is good sweety, remember we are invited to the Johanssons tonight. So don't be late, and could you pick up some milk on the way?" There is silence before the distorted voice cuts in again, this time anger is making him even harder to hear. "You think this is a joke?! We will kill her!" John just shakes his head as the sound of someone getting beat up badly is heard in the background, by the sound of it a fist hitting someones face really hard. Probably hard enough to make the poor person spit teeth for a while.

After about thirty seconds his wife is heard again, this time with laughter in her voice "What a bunch of amateurs, Ill be home in time babe. Oh, and we need to find out who hired these clowns. I do not fancy walking around with a target on my back, Ill get to work on this clown with a pair of pliers if you can hit the net? And lay out my black dress will you."




I always loved a woman who knows how to dress sexily, and nothing says sexy more than a 9mm and some grenades under the wedding dress. Good thing too as the darn fucks dared to try and hit us on our wedding day. To bad about the priest, at least we got the I do part out of the way or I think she would be pissed as hell. Or rather even more pissed, this was supposed to be her big day. And they dared to try and upstage her? Oh boy, wouldn't want to be their boss tomorrow.




I can practically see what you are thinking, you think this is your luckiest day. I saw you and your friends make bets at the pub on who could get into my panties, not that I really care. After all it is what I wanted as well, but you only see a hot piece of ass that is oh so willing to give you the ride of your life. Your eyes fixed on this firm tush of mine, or my small but perky breasts. You do not look into my eyes, you do not see the hunger hidden there. Oh foolish mortal, you walk through life thinking you are at the apex predator. You think monsters are childhood stories, or possibly people like Manson and Bundy. No, real monsters are far scarier. You even know of one and don't realize it. Jack the Ripper is one of us, the fey. You humans have poisoned the Earth, you torture the natural order. You without knowing it destroy our places of power, you close the way to Underhill. Now we are trapped here, or rather. You are trapped here with us. Join me, join with me and let your flesh slake my hunger. Do not worry mortal, it won't hurt me. You.. oh you will suffer, and die, but you did say you would do anything for a night with me.

"Nah don't bother with the condom, it feels better without one."




As she gazes up at me with those inviting eyes I find myself squirming uncomfortably, my pants seem to shrink around the crotch area but I can't reach down to fix it. Not when she is gazing up at me with adoration in those lovely orbs of hers, I know I just need to give the word and she would gladly take care of the problem for me. But, it seems wrong. I know she volunteered to have her mind wiped to pay off her debt to society, but I am also not naive enough to truly believe it. I remember the scandal in 57, it turned out that the majority of the so called androids where nothing of the sort. Streetkids, taken and brainwiped to pretend to be an android. Much cheaper than spending hundreds of thousands building one when you can kidnap someone. So did she want this for herself? Or was it an act of desperation to get out of the overcrowded prisons? Or did they even give her a choice at all?

I have no answers, and it is not easy to think when she is running her hands over my bulging crotch. Her eyes seem to flicker in confusion, like she didn't expect to find what she did find. Virgin? Or was she in fact a lesbian? Oh that would just be disgusting, I don't want to do anything to her if that is true. But is she? I mean if she was before is the new persona? How much is really her and what truly are we? Is she just the programmed persona or is she more? Wow, one hell of a time to have an existential little meltdown in my head with this gorgeous naked woman nuzzling my crotch. What IS wrong with me?




I still remember the day I met her, I was on a blind date with a girl I met on the internet. Sweet girl, at first. After a lovely dinner we where in my car, at a nice romantic hangout just necking. That is when she showed me her true nature. A vampire, no she didn't just sprout fangs and started glittering. Vampires are not pretty, large batlike monsters, wings attached to their arms and their faces are the stuff of nightmares. I was sure I was dead that is when she appeared, out of the darkness like an avenging angel. Tore the beast off me and staked it, turning it to dust. Me? I was about ready to shit myself, out of the frying pan as they say. This tall woman, with horns, and one seriously fucked up arm. Eyes sparkling with hellfire, oh she was a sight. I thought I was next to die, and I couldn't think of anything more beautiful to kill me.

Now, she didn't, obviously. Took me to a monastery where the monks checked me over for bite marks. This is where I learned her story, her mother was a nun who was raped by a demon. Nine months later, well you get the idea. So she serves the church as penance for her fathers crime, I seen her sitting in the dark. Praying, praying for peace that is eluding her. The monks barely tolerate her, but they use her strength to kill the vampires without hesitation. And now, now that I look at her. Her tummy showing signs of my child and I wonder, should I tell her the truth? The truth the brothers have been hiding from her? She deserves to know, but I am afraid it will shatter her world. And, I honestly don't know what she will do. I know of her struggles with her demonic side and how close those fights always are, this could tip that delicate balance. But how can I lie to the mother of my child?




Project 556 doesn't exist, even if you have top secret clearance it doesn't exist. Hell the current president doesn't even know, it was decided that he is too volatile to learn about this. It is funded through the military, what you think they really spend 80 million on boner pills? 600 dollar toilet seats? You REALLY think the M829, the round fired by the Abrams tank really cost almost 9000 dollars a pop? Area 51? Bah smoke and mirrors, it attracts the conspiracy theorists and the spies by being the site for only top secret weapons. We hide off Interstate 70 in eastern Utah, an old mine has been converted. Extensively converted, now it stretches far underground. And behind meters of concrete, steel and armed guard we keep them. Each specimen have a handler designed to watch over them, they all have special collars that under the comfortable leather lining have barbed silver points. One press of a button and they explode inward, even they cant deal with that. Turns out, silver hurts them. We use silver chains to keep them tied down, smoke curls from where the chains meet their flesh, they scream, they cry blood and curse us. Specially doctor Peters, he takes such delight in hurting them. Too much if you ask me, but the top brass is on his side.

They are not human anymore after all, vampires. Blood sucking monsters from the grave, oh the movies are not very correct. Yeah Sunlight kills them, but they don't mind garlic. Or wooden stakes, unless it is aspen. The tree Judas hung himself from, or so the Bible say. We use them as spies, assassins, instruments of terror. Hell one of them was sent to LA to clear out the gang problem, the Southern Mexicans where getting too bold. In a night he killed 89 of them.

My charge? A cute young girl, used to play the cello in the Philadelphia Philharmonic Orchestra. She likes romantic movies, cries buckets when watching Casablanca. I try and be nice to her, but when the boss is looking I must hurt her. Every night when she wakes we must use silver to draw the old obedience runes on their flesh, who knows if it works. The vamps think so... I don't know. I hate hurting her, but if I don't, Peters will. Fuck that guy, caught him with his hand down her panties as she "slept" during the day. Pretty sure he fucks them too, they are corpses then. The sick fuck. Makes me wonder who the monsters are.




Look, it isn't MY fault the old rituals didn't tell us exactly what an angel is. Not my fault I thought they where some beings of pure good, it is what the church tells us right? So summoning one shouldn't be a bad thing, I don't know why *I* am the guilty one here. YOU are all the ones who told us lies, I was only trying to bring forth the Second Coming. YOU should be on trial! No, I will not be quiet, my voice deserves to be heard. We wi..

*CLICK.... static*

We are sorry, seems to be some technical difficulties. You saw part of the trial against the arch heretic Marcus Wetter, the man commonly held responsible for the Angelic War. We now bring you live to the front with our very own Trevor Smith!

"Thank you Samantha, the military has reinforced the wall and the last attack was repulsed at cost but we are starting to stabilize here. With me is the General in charge, General let me ask you. Do you think we will find a way to talk to them to.. HOLY FUCK LOOk OU..

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Little did either of them know that in the years to come scholars would point to this as being the pivotal moment when humans and dragons finally started the long process of ending the hatred between them, bards would sing songs about them. How noble and how intelligent Lerrian the scholar was, and how beautiful Gwryrrkriian-tkriiak was. Of course her dragon name would make it very difficult for them to perform said songs but no one ever let that little detail stop them. And how disappointed they would be if they ever met the two, sure Lerrian was intelligent of that there was no question, but he was also rather rude and stubborn as a mule. And she was hardly considered fair among her kind, a small runt that was chased out of her mothers den.

The Great Project wasn't started with some noble goal of uniting the races, it started by a chance encounter between the two that ended up in an argument. And neither was willing to back down once the insults started to fly, so they decided to take it to the extreme. To prove that THEIR race was the superior and the other only fit to be slaves. The two would travel the world, searching for evidence to support their side of the argument. And during those travels they slowly came to tolerate the other, then accept, then a friendship slowly grew, and if the more lurid tales are to believed.. perhaps even love.



Forget the "famous" street races, if you want to get into the real deal you need to know people. The competition is fierce for the few slots that are open, and the races are constantly moving. Staying ahead of the cops, and various other government agencies takes some planning but whoever the brain is behind it is a genius. Me? What can I say, I like bad boys, fast cars, fast money and parties. Not necessarily in that order, the boys are usually a result of the other three. Love em, leave em, find a new. No need to get tied down, well.. I mean.. sure but not in that way. So what you say? Think you are tough enough, fast enough, and brave enough?

Yeah, she is hot, and wow what a wildcat. I almost feel bad lying to her, I know she is just another rich girl with the need for speed in her blood. And a damn good driver, fuck, I never seen someone work a stick like that. yeah, that too. But it is my job to infiltrate them, find the boss. She may not realize but whoever is in charge is using these races to smuggle some nasty shit around, and it needs to stop. And she is my ticket to the top, I just need to keep up, keep it up and lie until I am blue in the face. I hate it but hey its my job.




The heavy hatch closes with a loud hiss from the pistons, for a few seconds he is encased in darkness before the instruments all start to light up as the mech slowly powers up. He hooks the cooling hose into the system so that the fluid can flow through his suit keeping him cool, mechs are just fantastic on the battlefield but with a massive fusion reactor situated just behind the pilot they get hot. Even with the special cooling suit the operational limit of a mech is capped at how much the pilot can stand.

"Thomas Theodore Edwards, 105548249"

He speaks his name and ID number and the system recognizes him and unlocks all systems, the newer mechs have a DNA scanner but this older model is still voice coded. Not that he would upgrade for anything, this is his baby. He knows her well, the way she settles slightly onto the left hipjoint. How the twin autocannons will overheat after 5 seconds rather than the textbook 4. And most of all, hidden deep in the computer system the true gem.

"How are you Gemma?"

He asks softly, his voice filled with love as he wakes her up from her slumber. An AI, research was halted at the outbreak of hostilities and the mechs quickly converted from remote controlled to piloted. But it seems at least one prototype made it. She is everything to him, sweet, funny, inquisitive and bloodthirsty. Perhaps not surprising considering she was designed to operate this thing on her own.

"All systems ready, we have full magazines of both rockets and rounds for the cannons. Only half loudout of jammers though but we have no reports of heavy missile platforms in the area. How was the date with the cute corporal with the large .. medals?"




When I first moved in I was surprised at how friendly the young woman next door was, despite what her appearance would have me first believe. Sure as far as goths go she isn't too bad I suppose, no corpse paint and all that. At least not on week days. It was nice to have a sweet person to talk to after my years in jail, not that I ever told her that. She is too young, too innocent to hear about the evils I did before. Now I am working on a new life, a better life, a life working for help others. In prison I found God, I know it is a cliche but I did, I swear. Now I am even the local pastor, trying to help the local kids stay out of the kind of life I led.

Yet, i seem to find myself drawn to her. It is as if she is there to tempt me, for God to test my faith. And ironically I can hear her music through the open window, and even the lyrics taunt me. "The more I reach out for heaven The more you drag me to hell", oh how it is true. And yet she doesn't know how she tempts me. I must remain strong.

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She grins as she sees him watching her through the window, she pretends to not even notice as she dances to the music. Hips gyrating in her short leather skirt, firm breasts bouncing in the tight corset. She can practically feel his convictions break, she can taste his sins on her tongue. Oh he will be a fine prize as she pulls him screaming to hell. He will not avoid the judgement.




We came south to plunder, to steal gold, steel and of course women. Every spring the competition to be allowed to honor of joining the raids are fierce, all the unwed men want to prove themselves in the eyes of the tribe and in the eyes of the gods. And some of those who already have a wife wish to bring back plunder to make her happy, or even a second wife perhaps. Me? I never thought much for southern women, most of them are weak, sniveling things not suitable to the harsh climate. Still, I wanted to bring glory to the gods, to test my arm and my steel against the southerners. Women have never really been part of my life, at least.. until I came upon her.

The rest of the village where fleeing our wrath, the few guards easily overcome. No challenge to be had there, at least until I burst into her home and found an amphora of wine smashed over my head and more crockery and utensils then I ever seen flying at me. Oh she wasn't going to just allow me to take what was right by conquest. Her anger was a beautiful thing, where the menfolk fled she stood firm armed only with household goods. Of course I had to have her!

yeah so sue me, I actually feel like playing a man for once :)




My life really started in the late 30s early 40s. You see, as the war progressed Nazi scientists got more and more desperate and in the end in their desperation to make the perfect Aryan they turned to dark forbidden texts, but they never could finish their work and the program was locked away in a warehouse by the allies. Until 9/11, on that day as the US was shaken to the core someone remembered about the old Nazi experiments. So all the old tech was dragged out of storage, refurbished and restarted. In one of the tanks I was still floating, to their surprise I was still alive. Frozen in time as it where, and with the advancements in technology they could finish what the Nazis failed to do. To create a super soldier.

All that time in stasis however did change me, my skin is now white as porcelain, my eyes dark voids. But the experiment worked, I am stronger, faster and I heal almost any injury. Heck many comic book heroes would be jealous of what I can do. yet for all my power I find myself lost, lost in a world I know nothing about. Computers, internet, cellphones! But some parts I do recognize, I saw on the television images of men and women waving the flag I grew up under. I remember standing there, arm held high as the Fuhrer came to visit the laboratory. I knew then that he was mad, and i saw the cost the experiments had. And since being thawed out I have learned of the other costs of his madness, the camps. I visited one last month, it was in the middle of the night. Maybe it is my somewhat shattered mind but I felt as if I could hear them. I hope the government will send me after these assholes next.




Why don't you come into my store, I think you could do with a nice hot cup of herbal tea as I explain. Yeah The Nexus is my baby, catering to the modern witches, the pagans and the wiccans. The lookyloos and the wannabees pay the bills, the few real practitioners are my real clients but they don't buy enough to keep it open. Anyway, sit sit, drink the tea as I explain the REAL world to you. What you saw was a warlock, shesh what a way to be introduced to the real world. Ok let me start this way.

Magic, the way to manipulate the Weave, the Weave.. well think of it as the fabric of the universe. The force from Star Wars if you will. Hey it works for now. Humans are.. apart from the Weave. You don't experience it the way us Fae do. Yeah I am an Elf, a Fae of the Summer Court. Gosh, it is all a bit much I know. Look, the Fae exist in four courts. Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring. Summer Court are us elves, pixies hmm think Tinkerbelle but with a serious attitude, we tend to be calm and protective. Autumn, Werewolves and Wendigoes eh... humanoids with fur, claws and antlers. Autumn are brash, territorial and kinda bloodthirsty. Winter, well Vampires and Ghouls. Cold, intellectual and very calculating. Spring, ahh.. Satyrs and Dryads. Horndogs and carefree.

Now you humans, you are not like us. You do not feel the seasons like we do, you do not feel Earths pain the way we do. But you are as much part of Mother Nature as we are but just, different. Not bad different, though many of my kin would disagree. Most humans are Blunts, incapable of using magic. Like most who come into my store, their spells couldn't put a wart on a frogs skin, or get a Satyr horny. I mean if you could find someone who wasn't already horny as hell and looking for anything willing to fuck. A few though, ah a few can see the Weave. But since you are not part of it your spells are.. hmm weaker. I am Summer, I can summon up a quite fancy fireball should I need to, and if I have the needed ingredients at hand. An incense stick with a honeywax core and ivy leaf around it. With that I can burn someone to crisp, a human using the same if they have the magical aptitude might give them a really had sunburn. But this is where Witches and Warlocks come in, they desire more... more power, more riches, more prestige. And they can do it, take the same incense stick that I use, but mix in the dried and ground up liver of a Pixie and now you can throw one heck of a fireball. See that is the crux of the matter, to get the same capabilities they have to use our bodies. Or parts of them, why you no longer see Unicorns or Dragons. Unicorn Horn was used to prevent Corruption, see when you use living being as spell components your body.. twists.. distorts. Why the witches in the tales are monstrous looking. Dragon heart? Oh with that you could gain money and power aplenty.

So you think.. us humans got a rotten deal? Not quite. See, I am an Elf, born of Aspen. Shit, ok.. quick biology, Elves do not give birth like you do. We .. make a cocoon in a tree.  And depending on the tree the Elf being born inside gain different abilities. Aspen is the most magical of all trees, so I have quite the aptitude. Why I came running to your defense, I am an Enforcer. A guardian. And this is where humans come in. You are not part of the Weave, you are not ruled by it like we are. Illusions for me are almost impossible to break, you.. you probably already see part of my real body. The long ears, the eyebrows flowing out like antennae and my skin rough like bark? I can spend days looking into a teacup and only seeing a dirty cup, you.. you can probably see the future. Perhaps.. I am still not sure how that work. You are outside of the Weave, you can see and do wonderous things. Sure they are less flashy, you cant summon up a spear of Ice to impale your foe like a Vampire, but you can perhaps know what the enemy will do before they do it at times. And prevent it.

Witches and Warlocks are not satisfied with the slow, more methodical magic you attuned humans can do. They want it NOW, they want more and more. It corrupts them, twists them, and the Council has to step in and stop them. Like we did for you. So, head spinning yet kid? Welcome to the real world. Want more tea?

(Yikes that story idea turned out longer than planned and I even cut it down.. oops :) ah well.. suffer! or.. dont read it ^^)



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« Reply #5 on: January 20, 2015, 11:28:13 AM »
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This is a collection of images I like but haven't come up with a good story for, so feel free to browse them and see if any tickles your fancy or just to see what kind of things I like.







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Taken Stories
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The Stalker
M/F, F/F, supernatural, detective, pornstar in trouble, ROUGH sex. taken

"The moment she set foot in my office I knew she was bad news, from the top of her flaming hair, all the way down that curvy body so elegantly encased in a tight black dress to the tips of her delicate feet. My eyes where instantly drawn to that impressive bust on display but I had seen it before, she said her name was Maria Sheehan but I knew her better as Jay. See she was a pornstar, Jay for the size of her bust. J-cups, see pretty clever eh? She did really hardcore stuff, bondage, whips, hell I seen more people spit in her mouth that I had people spit on me. And that is saying something. People don't like getting busted.

“I have a problem, a man is stalking me.”

Her voice was husky in just the right way, like she been smoking and drinking just enough whiskey to make it bedroom husky and not old drunk man husky. Normally people don't come to me for stalkers, see I am not your average Private Dick. I am a wizard, and forget the Dresden stuff kid. Real world isn't like that. I must have looked sceptical so she hastily continued.

“I swear, I went to the cops they didn't find anything. They didn't believe me, but you have to I mean you are a... wizard right? A real wizard?”

Ok, so she didn't quite believe me either, I took another puff of my smoke in silence letting her talk at her own pace. I found it best to not disturb the initial story, don't want to contaminated it with any leading questions.

“There is this guy, and yet it isn't one guy. He has different faces, but the eyes. They are always the same, these.. piss yellow eyes!”

She was scared, like really scared. And I knew this was one tough broad, anyone who can take the beating she has on camera and still grin happily must be. From the gossip in the porn mags she had a rough upbringing too, old man was fiddly was the rumour. But as soon as she so crudely but accurately said the eyes I knew it, possession. Demon possession, fuck. Demons are no joke kid, I knew for sure I shouldn't have taken the job then but I can't turn down a damsel in distress. Not one as cute as this, never mind she was a fallen damsel.


Ok so I have NO experience in noir like detective stories so this is my take on it. As I was writing the above little story I had this idea of some rough black guy as the detective, not rough as in “smacks bitches around” but more rough around the edges kinda guy. Exactly how magic works in this world I have no idea, willing to brainstorm that :) With her job I expect he has to snoop around in the seedy side of the porn industry a lot, and it also gives us opportunities to play out her on the set for lots of degrading fun. A partner who knows more about noir/detective stuff than me would be a plus




The chosen One
M/F, F/F, modern, furry lady, frustrated love taken

"My life used to be ordinary, a foster child with no idea who my parents are. But my foster parents have been good to me, even helped me set up my own little car repair in this little town. I was settling down, entertaining ideas of marriage with two and a half kids, a dog, the whole nine yards. Then she came, crashing from the skies literally! Woke up from an earth shattering boom, went out into the scrapheap in the back of old carparts to see most of em half melted and tossed aside like empty cardboard boxes. And in the middle, a fucking spaceship. Sleek, almost like an arrow. Not all that big, I guess two people could live there if you don't mind bumping into each other. One cockpit, a small kitchenliving room mix with bunks on the walls. Rest machinery. But what really caught my eye that night was the pilot, shorter than me, gorgeous white fur with spots and the bluest eyes I ever saw. Ok I will be honest, I noticed the rack too. Now she lives with me, in hiding of course. She is a sweet gal if easily startled and for some reason she thinks the world of me. Probably glad I didn't hand her over to the government for dissection. When I praise her for her attempts at cooking she beams like a sun, and she sulks if she thinks I am mad at her. It is almost cute, in an overbearing way.

A furry finger taps at the communications console, even with the best encryption she doesn't dare send the message. With no idea who will pick it up she just can't risk it, by now the usurper probably has the navy in his grasp. She will not call him Emperor, an Emperor doesn't kill his own brother to take the throne! Not even his loyal bodyguards was able to stop it. No one had suspected the Emperors own brother after all. It was the darkest moment in their history, now they are scattered across the galaxy. Let the usurper think they fled fearing for their lives, they are not afraid to die but there was no point in dying that day. They had a job to do, find the Emperor's son, and now she has done so. DNA scan confirms it, this is the lost son hidden away at birth. Perhaps He had seen it coming and wanted His son safe? A wise man, a gentle man, a man of peace and a wonderful lover. She grins at the memories, it was widely accepted that the Emperor took his bodyguards to His bed, after all what safer lover than someone who has sworn to die for you and who is completely uncorruptable.


She is the old Emperors bodyguard, who has been sent to keep the son safe and help him reclaim a throne he doesn't know exist. I imagine humans have been selected in secret to be Emperor, so humankind doesn't even know that there is this vast Empire. Perhaps the various races take turn, humans will rule for 500 years, then the next race and so on. Or something along those lines. I see the story spending some time on Earth as she repairs the ship while trying to be hidden from regular humans, allowing them time to get to know each other before she tells him the truth.





A family that slays together
M/f, F/F, incest, romance, action, slow. (spoken for)

"The young man collapses on the couch looking completely drained, and he has good reason for it. Burying your father is always difficult but now his mother has delivered another load of news that weighs heavily on him. He stares at her again in almost disbelief and takes another large gulp of his drink. He has a half sister! Dad apparently was slightly indiscreet on a business trip to Japan, and even got the woman pregnant. He never told mom, but not telling mom doesn't mean much. She has a way of figuring out, and has secretly been sending money overseas to help care for the kid. And now this kid is on a flight here, well in his opinion that is a big mistake.

“Mom, I want to meet my stepsis too. But have her here for a year? Isn't that dangerous? I mean, we are not exactly a normal family!”

Normal family is an understatement, they are vampire hunters. And if this kid is to stay here he will be hard pressed to keep that away from her. He is adamant that she will not be introduced to the Shadowrealm, not his little sister!

Meanwhile the “kid” is smiling as she looks out the air plane window, not really a kid only a year younger than her brother. Her father and his mother apparently had a bit of a rough spot after the birth of his son that led him to stray. She never met her dad, only seen pictures of him. And that is probably for the best, she isn't sure how she would keep her family’s secret from him. How do you explain to some round-eyed tourist that yeah that was an oni, a demon. And if he could please stop panicking so she can tear the heart out to make sure it is dead.


yeah yeah, go ahead and say it. Sooo cliché! So? As with all my incest based stories (well almost anyway) I want it to go a bit slower in the sex department. At least between the two of them, they can have other partners. But the general idea, he is from a rich family that kill vamps (or some other supernatural critter) and is determined to protect his “kid” sister. I do want him to be really overprotective and not see her as a young woman but as his kid sister until those feelings turn more.. erotic. And she is a tough young woman who hunts demons (Insert I have seen enough hentai) and is equally determined to protect him from the truth. So both trying to sneak out to do their job while she goes to school during the day, and he can either be in school or have another job. Perhaps a high paying office job or perhaps that is just a front for his hunter job. If you so want, we can make the seen enough hentai joke to be true as well and have the demons enjoy toying with her... yes in that way.




A Fathers Love
M/F, F/F, monstergirl, wincest taken

"The young girl holds out her simple map to peer at the squiggles under the streetlamp then her eyes move up to look at the street sign again, her feet are aching from having walked so far and she just wants to find the place she is looking for. The butterflies in her belly are multiplying by the second as she nears her goal, after all what young woman isn't nervous about seeing her dad for the first time? She looks around to see if anyone is out and about and when she sees no one she hurries on, her long cloak is hiding most of her but her large horns are hard to hide and her mother kept telling her that she needs to be careful. When she finally sees the street number she is looking for she tucks the map into her bulging pack and hurries up the gravel path, with each step she takes a deep breath to try and calm herself down. "You can do this, he is your father he won't try and kill you." She desperately tries to tell herself that all will be well, it has to as she has nowhere else to go.

Inside the mansion the owner slowly puts his glass down and savors the fine taste of the brandy, he likes a little to drink before bed to deaden the loneliness inside of his heart. Sure he has tried to find a good wife but every woman he meets he can't help but compare to the larger then life one he met in his youth. They had shared a wonderful summer of love and then she vanished without a word, and he has never been able to find her. A deep sigh escapes him just before he hears someone knocking on his door, he frowns as he tries to figure out who it can be? Probably a drunken friend, ah well. As he opens the door his eyes widen, the young woman standing there looking oh so nervous reminds him of a happier time. The large curving horns different then hers so after the initial shock he is pretty sure it isn't her that is coming back to him.

"Hi dad."”



Well that is pretty obvious eh? In his youth he had a steamy love affair with some form of monstergirl, and then she suddenly vanished leaving him aching for her. The reason she left is that he had got her pregnant and now the daughter is hunting down her father to meet him. Exactly what kind of monstergirl, well I am flexible :) The story will focus on them getting to know each other, him showing her around. Monster girls can either be a secret or something that the public knows about depending on how we want the RP to be. Slowly he would realize that his feelings for her mother is being transferred to her and he slowly starts to lust after his daughter.. with.. well.. we all know where that goes. ^^






My spouse, my enemy
M/F, F/F, action, superhero, comedy. taken

"Slowly he peels off the mask and grins to himself, sure she got away but damn if it didn’t feel good to tussle with her. Then again the supervillain known only as Miss Venom always seem to elude even the most determined hero, and over the years the two of them have battled more than once. And if he is totally honest with himself today he made a few mistakes as his brain was all too busy giving him images of other things he would like to do to her, like bend her over a knee and spank those oh so shapely buns. Or fuck that pretty mouth of hers, perhaps while calling her a little slut. He shakes his head to clear it before heading to shower and head home to his family, as much as he loves his wife adventurous she isn’t. Naughty to her is taking the nightie off before having missionary sex in the dark, unlike the hellion he imagines Venom to be.

Meanwhile Miss Venom leans back against the wall of her underground hideout and spits out a gob of blood, Captain Hero sure was in good form today and got a few good blows. They been tussling for a few years now and she has to admit she always looks forward to it, it sure doesn’t hurt that he looks so darn good in that tight fitting leather of his. She has always had a weak spot for bad boys, yet she married a nice boring lawyer. Oh how she loves him but lately it seems there is no spark, she is tired and sore from work and being a criminal. And of course the kids, if only he could be more like Captain Hero!


Well, it's obvious no? A married couple, in a bit of a slump from being married with kids etc. Both have a secret though, he is a superhero and she is a super villain (or vice versa if you so desire) and neither know the others secret of course. And naturally, otherwise where is the fun, they slowly find themselves attracted to each other's alter ego. So during their clashes they slowly feel a bit of attraction to each other. I think it should take a bit before they actually do anything naughty, but perhaps during the fights various pieces of armour and clothing can be ripped of her to give some little fun to the story ^^ And yeah I do want her to be really boring in bed at home while really wishing for some naughty stuff, but for reasons (™) their normal selves don’t really break out of the slump until they started being more serious as their alter egos. Then perhaps they start wanting to do what they did to the other super to their spouse and then I don’t know.. perhaps they find out the secret.. perhaps they dont.





My wife the pornstar
M/F, smut, romance, humor possible incest.  taken

""Aaaaand cut!! Wonderful job!" The director grins at his preview screen where the camera man has zoomed in on the naked redhead smearing cum all over her face with a wicked grin on her lips, the man responsible for the mess just grins down at his costar and helps her up from where she is kneeling. "God Jenny you are amazing, think you can leave a guy some leeway next time. I almost erupted way to soon." She just grins and gratefully takes the towel an assistant gives her so she can wipe off, "oh come on a big strong stud like you can't take having his cock sucked?" He just gives her a long look and grips his softening shaft, "hey be nice to the monster or next scene where you get it in the rear."

A few hours later she arrives back home and parks her trusty old Volvo in the driveway and waves to the neighbors across the street before heading indoors to be greeted by the heavenly aroma of home made pizza. "mommy mommy mommy!!!" the smallest one launches herself at her mom and is happily scooped up and spun around in the air. "Hey you little firecracker! You been good to daddy?" The little redheaded girl nods lots before nuzzling into mommy's neck as Jenny walks in to give her husband a long kiss. "Hi darling, how was work?" he just grins at her and sneaks in a little unseen squeeze on her behind as she accidentally rubs her massive silicone breasts against him. Their oldest son just looks at them kissing and rolls his eyes "get a room you two"


Well.. pretty straight forward. She works as a porn star, he is.. well whatever you feel like playing.. something ordinary. Nothing in the adult industry, and they are still after several years of marriage madly in love and have no problem expressing it. But of course they try and keep her job secret so the kids or the nosy neighbors wont find out (hence the humor part, I can imagine many fun little things about that). If we so desire the oldest son could be of age and perhaps find his mom quite hot.. but only if the story will allow it. It really isn't a big deal either way. Pretty simple little story no?



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Graveyard
« Reply #7 on: July 24, 2017, 10:11:19 PM »
THE GRAVEYARD


This is where dead ideas go. If you want to give these a shot I would be up for it, please read what is done already though so we don't make the same mistake again. :)


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Love Express
M/F(FFF), F/F(FFF), romance, multiple women, lighthearted humor. (not looking to revive at this point)

"Slowly something pokes at his sleeping brain, it isn’t the annoying alarm but something else something odd. He cracks open an eye and peers out at his small apartment, the stack of Chinese takeout boxes are still at a dangerous angle, the pile of laundry is still there, and the scantily clad redhead is still trying to wake him up. Yup all is as it should be, with a content smacking of the lips he snuggles back into his pillow. WAIT WHAT?!

Thankfully she has almost infinite patience, and quite enjoys the first panic as her latest client slowly comes to term with the fact that he now has a love fairy. Yet as she looks at his record in the Celestial Scrolls it is not exactly filling her with hope, not even an accidental boob grab! Well, not one to shy away from a challenge she takes a deep breath to again explain that yes she is real, yes she is a fairy, and yes her job is to help him score with the babes.

"No you can't just go back to bed, time is being wasted! There are young women out there right now who could do with some male company, so get up!

She grabs the blanket and violently tugs it off him only to smirk as he desperately tries to hide the growing hardon in his shorts. Well at least she  won't have to worry about his libido so that is a plus."


Yeah you caught me, I been playing HuniePop ^^ So the idea is that your character is a poor virgin young man/woman who isn’t having much luck with the ladies. But that is all about to change when a Love Goddess/fairy/insane rambling lunatic (ok perhaps not the last one) appears and promises to teach them all they need to know to become a total babe magnet. I expect there will be quite the selection of both young and older ladies for our poor virgin to perfect his game on, and while I do enjoy the rougher side of sex I feel this should be more soft and snuggly. But if it suits the story… But most of all I am looking for a romantic story that doesn’t take itself too seriously.





A new pet
F/F. M/F, petplay, BDSM, public humiliation. old thread

"As the heavy door opens the young redheaded woman raises her head and shuffles over to the bars to peek out curiously, this isn’t the usual time for one of her trainers. As the person comes into view she spots the woman coming towards her wearing one of the fine uniforms and a leash in her hands, at the sight the young redhead in the cage starts wagging her behind and lets out an excited little whine. The trainer stops to check the nametag dangling from the naked redheads neck and smiles, “ok pup, time for you to get crated up and sent off to your new owner. Yes.. yes.. calm down .. SIT!” The redhead stops and lowers her behind down and artfully parts her legs to show off her naked cunt and crosses her arms behind her back to push her breasts out so she can be leashed up and led away.

Meanwhile a middle aged man is checking himself in the mirror for the unmpteenth time, his suit is immaculate as always but still it isn’t everyday you expect a delivery of your very own petgirl. But now he feels he has reached the point in his life where some female companionship would be more then welcome and when a friend told him about trained petgirls he knew he just had to have one. After a long search he found the perfect match, a cute energetic redhead that has just stolen his heart straight away. He has to admit, it is more than a little exciting thinking of a woman who wants to be on all four naked and serving him, though.. he feels a little bit uneasy about the thought of going out for walks with her but.. at the same time.. he cannot argue that the fact of letting her out to pee in yard has a certain charm to it.


Yes it is a strange story. Its one of mine, what did you expect? Well, for a reason or another that we can discuss my character is enslaved and trained to be a happy obedient doggiegirl. Yeah she can speak and all of that of course, not that brainwashed ^^ But she feels more at home on all four etc. Your character has recently bought her and his experience level with BDSm and such well.. we can discuss that I can see him from everything from a novice with her helping him understand to someone more experienced. I rather have it set in a modern.. ish world but one where naked slaves are not considered too unusual, perhaps they are ok in certain gated communities. Basically, the thought of my character sitting at her masters feet as he is out in the park chatting with someone else, perhaps discussing what a nice cute bitch she is.. well.. that makes me more than a little wet. Ok.. there I said it.





21 Hunkstreet
M(M)/F, comedy, paradise, smut. over the top. and HUNKS! old thread

"Fresh out of school she still can't believe she has managed to snag this wonderful job, sure her dad probably pulled a few strings to make it happen but still to get her own practice here.. in paradise. Her dad even managed to get her a cute little two room house with white picket fence and a flower garden that made her squee in delight when she first saw pictures of it. And now, her very first day here. Thankfully she doesn't have to work so she can start unpacking, all her belongings still residing in the many boxes scattered around the house. She takes the moment to open up the windows to get some of the fresh tropical air to replace the slightly stuffy one. The sounds of birds singing, the ocean not too far away slowly lapping against the beach. Oh the beach! She may be a redhead and therefor not tanning well but a good sunscreen and she should be fine, surely. As she opens up the  front door she notes her neighbor across the small road is busy painting his fence, wearing nothing but a pair of painted on jeans. His muscular chest rippling in the sun and when he looks up she finds it hard to breathe at his almost angelic face, just the right amount of stubble to look sexy and not unkept, neat brown hair that she swears looks like he just came from the barbershop. Of course those jeans.. hmm the less said the better, she can feel muscles low inside of her tighten up. He must have noticed her and waves in a friendly manner flashing a perfect white smile as the postman saunters into view and she again struggles to breathe. Daumn, she wouldn't mind digging her fingers into his long jet black hair, his dark skin just flawless and the blue shorts showing off a pair of muscular legs that would look good in her bed.

She shakes her head at the thoughts racing through her, what has gotten into her? Sure, there are two very hunky guys waving at her but come on! Almost as if there is a natural aphrodisiac in the air, but this is the tropics.. perhaps the scents and heat has something to do with it. Before she can ponder that for too long the gorgeous post man is walking up the small gravel path to her house holding up a stack of letters. "Hello doc, got a bunch of letters for you. No doubt invitations to beach and or pool parties as everyone is no doubt wanting to meet our new doctor."


I know, the prompt is a bit strange no? Well.... I have several different ideas about this concept. So let me try and spell it out, basically our young shy lady finds herself in a tropical paradise. Every single guy is just photomodel material, and acting as if they belong in a daytime soap opera for lonely housewives. Or perhaps, a late night soap opera for the lonely mature ladies ^^ Is it all real? Is it an illusion? Is she hooked into the matrix? Who knows, all I know is I see it as a bit of comedy, lots of sexy flirting and some fun romping in the hey.. or beach, front yard, pool.. etc once the shyness melts away. And when I say comedy I mean like porn movie comedy as well, "Doctor... I have this swelling you should take a look at." yes you know the really over the top stupid lines from porn movies ^^




My sister the model
M/F, romance, slow, incest old thread

"Finally his parents are away, his sister is off to one of her stupid ballet lessons so he has the house all to himself. That means only one thing, a wank session of epic proportions! So having settled down by his computer he unzips his pants and fires up the browser, after a brief consideration he  decides to not visit redtube as usual but to google some things that has been interesting him lately. Before long he finds himself looking at a site called Latex Bitches, and while the free cam show is rather tame he can’t help but find the young redhead in her tight fitting latex quite interesting. She looks to be about his age, hard to see as her face is partially hidden by her flaming hair. But when she parts her legs and caresses on top of those tight latex panties that clearly show the hidden lips he has to stroke himself a little harder, those slender fingers seem to kno.. wait.. the peculiar nail polish.. little black hearts on a red background just like his sister. He leans in closer and peers at her face, yeah she looks quite a bit like her but surely that is just a coincidence. He seen some women on the internet that look like people he knows but on closer inspection that isnt true. yet.. when she turns a bit he spots the scar on the leg, the same scar his sister has after her bike accident!! His sister! And she is doing a cam show, and he is stroking to her! Quickly he shuts off the computer and goes to shower to try in vain to forget what he saw.

An hour later she blows a kiss to the camera and waves to her fans as her shift is over, she still has some trouble getting over the fact that she is doing these shows innocent as they may be. But the paycheck isn’t too bad, even though the boss keeps telling her she could make a lot more if she was willing to play with toys or even have another girl with her. But she isn’t sure she is that brave yet, besides she really does want to save herself for a nice guy sometime. With a last wave to her friends she heads outside to her trusted bike and heads home, not for the first time wishing she had a car but alas those cost money. She remembers that mom and dad are gone for the evening so she will make sure to be extra noisy when she comes home in case her nerdy brother is having a wank, she sooo doesn't want to walk in on him jerking it. Euu!!


Well, that should be easy enough to figure out eh? A brother and sister story, he finds out she is doing a moderately innocent cam show online and after his initial grossout finds himself aroused and comes back week after week to watch it. But he knows it is wrong and is adamant in not saying anything to her. I really want this to be a slower story where they slowly build up some interest in each other, naughty scenes can be with other romantic interests and of course the various camshows :)




I love you, I kill you
old thread

"The redhead young cheerleader presses her lips against his as they are laying in the back of his car, hands roaming over each others bodies hungrily. The windows of the car quite steamed over from their heavy make-out session, his hands gliding up along her sides peeling her tshirt off her leaving her only in the lacy bra and pants. "I love you baby" he mumbles in the way of all men trying to score, but his words are true. They both been dating for a short while and he so far hasn't minded that they never got further then this. Her own hands sliding along his shirt and he hisses out softly in pain and she lifts her head in worry, "what? what did I do?" her voice filled with worry. "Oh.. I eh.. hurt a muscle in PE" he lies smoothly to try and cover the fact that he has several parallel marks along his back where the beast last night slashed across his skin with its wicked unholy claws.

Only a few days earlier he had stood wide eyed in front of his father as the old man had handed over a crossbow and a quiver of silver bolts, "the ancient weapons of a hunter, each bolt blessed by the papacy to seek out and slay the foul monsters. He looks dubiously at his old man, "really dad, I am not 7 you know.. werewolves? Really?" Of course a few hours later when he is curled up in a little hole seeing the monstrous humanoid wolf slowly sniff the air, those glowing red eyes speaking of some infernal evil just barely missing his hideyhole.

"grandm.." she opens her mouth to protest but the old formidable woman just glares silencing her. "hush child! You are a guardian of mother earth now, it is time for you to be initiated into our secrets and learn how to slay the followers of the Wyrm who even now stalk us wanting to kill us all." With a grumble the young cheerleader tugs off her clothing feeling really silly standing naked in front of the entire family then the first spasm runs through her body and she falls down on all four as fur starts to sprout across her skin, the horrible snapping of her bones as they slowly change to accommodate the wolf inside howling to get free."


Well its quite easy. two teenage kids... she has just or is just to find out she is a werewolf, and he in turn finds out he is part of an ancient family of werewolf hunters. So both are now struggling to cope with their new lives, while coping with school and the fact that they are about to fall in love :) Of course in true Superman clark kent style they cant tell the other about their secret so during full moons both have to lie about what they are about to do, and then try and cover up any injuries they might sustain in their fighting. :) I think it can be a lot of fun, but I have had ROTTEN luck with my partners on this one. Tried it now two times, both times my partner just dropped it without a word.






Unlikely allies
old thread

The young prince cowers against the tree, his eyes wild as he looks around to see his trusted bodyguards all slain in seconds by these.. monsters! "now look here! I am on a diplomatic mission from my Father the King, by hindering me you are all guilty of treason!" The closest hulking humanoid just grunts and hefts his ironbound club ready to smash it into the prince head when a small bolt almost just appears in his throat and he falls backwards with a gurgling cry. From the shadows a small lithe woman in armour darts out, a blade glittering in the moonlight as she deftly cuts the second monster across the belly so his intestines slowly erupt in a welter of blood. With a little whimper the prince passes out from the sight of even more blood and doesn't come too until he feels his face being dabbed with a wet cloth. "Come on waky waky" the womans voice calls out to him and he slowly opens his eyes, cant see much as she has her hood up but long bright hair seems to spill out. "You have my thanks miss, and the thanks of the Kingdom" she laughs softly and pushes her hood down revealing the jet black skin and pointy eyes marking her as a dark elf. "Now what use do I have for human thanks?"


Well.. ok.. the idea.. Basically human and elf have to work together, perhaps she wants the reward for saving him. Or perhaps she has other motives but he needs her expertise in weapons to get home, but they find the way home blocked by.. invading army? bandits? something.. so well they have to set out on a long trip to try and go the long way. Perhaps the monsters that ambushed the price where sent by his evil scheming uncle who has taken control of the throne? We can discuss the details ^^ And no she wont be a female Drizzt all goody two shoes ^^ But not necessarily all evil, just.. a bit :) between you and me, im kinda tired of all drizzt clones but.. dark elves are just so cool. Yeah there I admitted it.







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Finished stories
« Reply #8 on: July 24, 2017, 10:11:53 PM »
FINISHED STORIES


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Idea by BigBadWolf

Name: In the gnoll camp

Content:  Bondage,NC, (maybe Extrem), Exotic

Scenario: This is a basic idea which was inspired by the picture down. A woman (or women) captured by gnolls, and they use her as a sex toy.

Setting: Fantasy

Requirements: PM me if intrested.

Other info: I've got a bit more ides in my head with this, but I'm looking for a partner who also likes the picture. I'm open to discuss it as a long term game.

NSFW


The Gnoll Camp My first attempt at dub-con. I want to thank my writing partner for helping me along. I would say it was an interesting experience to have tried it out even if I have to admit in the end I don't think it was for me. But still, was fun to do and again thank you for writing with me.
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Code for me
« Reply #9 on: July 25, 2017, 05:29:34 PM »
Just the code so I won't forget it. IE nothing to see here. Move along to another ideas thread that is actually good.

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