Temptation Island [IC Thread]
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				Title: <strong>Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 20:14:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">~A Brief Tour of the Resort~</span><br><br><strong>Semi-Secluded Beach with Optional Nudity</strong><br>(http://www.islands.com/files/imagecache/gallery_image/_images/201306/hiddenbeachresort.jpg)<br>This beach overlooks an exceptional view of the Ocean, palm trees are spotted throughout the beach and the sands are purely white. We have set up lounging chairs for sun bathing, or laying back with a special someone, along with our canopy King-sized beds, which have curtains for privacy and straw roofs to protect against the sun. These are reserved for our Temptation Island couples and singles, who are testing the limitations of their relationships. There are no rules on our beaches, other than children not being allowed, because the option for nudity exists throughout every beach on the island.<br><hr><strong>Lure: Bar/Restaurant on the Beach</strong><br>(http://www.dreamvietnamtravel.com/files/images/SeaStarResort/SeaStarResort_Restaurant_night.jpg)<br>Heading North on the beach, a small pier will cross over a shallow channel of water, leading to the Resort's Bar/Restaurant, which is a 5-star, decadent dining experience. Specials are provided for our Temptation Island couples and singles, like all inclusive alcoholic beverages and dinners, secluded seating on the waterfront, and more. Once Lure closes for the night, Forbidden Fruit opens its doors.<br><hr><strong>Forbidden Fruit: Erotic Night Club</strong><br>(http://wallpapervacations.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/miami-beach-at-night-clubstop-miami-beach-nightclubs---best-south-beach-night-clubs-c7v0u9x2.jpg)<br>On the other side of Lure, is the Forbidden Fruit, an upscale and exotic Night Club, which is open all night long. Here we have professional dancers who are not limited only to the cages along the walls, but who work to make you feel utterly tempted to take a bite. There is an extended dance floor, fog machines, neon lights, a completely stocked bar with our finest Mixologist's, and the music vibrates against the walls. There is a VIP lounge on the first floor, which is where lap dances, among other things, may take place, and the dance floor opens up to a dual set of stairs, which leads to the stripper's platform on the second floor. Whether you're looking to dance the night away or be a part of a wild party, the Forbidden Fruit will capture your attraction.<br><hr><strong>The Lovers' Waterfall</strong><br>(http://www.apethana.com/gallery/data/media/4/Rainbow%20Falls,%20Big%20Island,%20Hawaii.jpg)<br>On the island, there was a tale for lovers, which took place at the beautiful, tropical waterfall, located just a few miles from the resort. The tale had been told for generations, becoming a test of love for couples to take, if they truly believed that they were destined to be together. From the cliff's edge, down to the surface, it was a rather far drop, and as such, symbolized the leap of faith each person took, in their commitment to one another. Any couple who holds hands and jumps off the edge together, keeping their hands together until they rise from the surface, would be fated to be together forever. Many could keep their hands held during the fall, but once they reached the water, it wasn't so easy. Many were afraid of submerging so low within the deep channel of crystal clear waters, that in a moment of panic they would release the hand of their significant other, to fight the waters and swim to the surface. Many were simply overpowered by the gravity of the water and that sinking sensation, the shock of hitting the water causing them to release their significant other's hand. While still others, on occasion, had no reason for why they were no longer holding hands after reaching the surface... it just was not meant to be. But as the story goes, every rare couple who did manage to reach the surface, clasped hand-in-hand, would live together, happily, forever.<br><hr><strong>The Pier</strong><br>(http://www.mymiami.ru/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Fisher_Island_Marina_high_res.jpg)<br>All tourists at the resort had an option to enjoy a day out on one of the many complimentary boats, or if preferred, anyone could rent a Captain for the day, to simply be taken around the Island on an Oceanside tour, and enjoy the scenery rather than have to steer. For those interested, there was also the option of taking out a sail boat, and letting the sails and the wind, decide where to take them. Another option was to take out the paddle boats, so that both participants could enjoy the view and the breeze, and of course, the company. <br><hr><strong>Public Tiki Gym</strong><br>(http://www.slh.cn.com/upload/2013/09/18-Gym_Pangulasian-Island-Resort.jpg)<br>On the east-side of the Island, there were a few more tiki huts, which were completely open to the public. One of which being the Gym, which had an extraordinary panoramic view of all the tropical, beautiful, scenery on the Island. There were plenty of pieces of equipment in the multi-level structure, including a pool, a sauna, a massage parlor, and a very large hot tub all on the first floor, locker rooms and showers in the middle of the second floor, surrounded by the equipment itself; everything ranging from muscle building to endurance and strength testing, to yoga and pilates, even cycling classes. All of the couples and singles registered at the Resort have an unlimited usage pass to enter and exit the gym, which is always open, any time of the day.<br><hr><strong>Fetish: Brothel and Play House</strong><br>(http://www.pulsarlight.com/portals/0/PressRelease/Wynn_Encore_H.jpg)<br>From the outside it may look like just another Lounge or Club, but on the south-side of the Island, things are a little different... a little more wicked. The Island has a variety of alluring features and attractions, for which to tempt anyone. However, there is another layer to that puzzle; experimentation and exploration. At Fetish, there are a variety of options to choose from, each room having its own theme, featuring all major fetishes, as wild as your imagination. There was a playroom with BDSM equipment, another with latex and rubber, another with erotic furniture for trying new and unique positions, another with multiple sex swings, another room had full and complete wardrobes featuring a variety of costumes, even furry ones, there was also a room which featured an enclosure, and several glory holes for those who prefer anonymity. And finally, there was a series of rooms which were used for the Brothel side of the place; for those who were interested in paying for pleasure from one, or multiple people.<br><hr><strong>Ceremonial Outdoor Wedding Site</strong><br>(http://www.mindorotravel.com/assets/images/el%20nido-apulit/Apulit-Island-Resort-Beach-Dinner.jpg)<br><strong>Private Honeymoon Suite</strong><br>(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6x50OkIEus/UPTNRxBa9gI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YIQkCoQqGo4/s320/romantic-villa-hotel-bali.jpg)<br>Despite all of the temptation to cheat at Temptation Island, some couples are actually empowered, and build a closer bond than they originally had. Due to requests for a private ceremony location, a new feature to the island involves a short boat ride to a small, remote island, very nearby. It is here that couples can invite friends and family, or if they prefer, be totally alone, to exchange their vows. The Resort can provide everything necessary, from food to music to the officiant who will perform the ceremony. After becoming official, the couple is free to spend their Honeymoon at the Private Suite, located on the same small private island. The Resort will take care of everything the newlyweds might need, while maintaining the privacy they so desperately deserve. All a couple needs to do is visit the Management Building, and book a stay. <br><hr><strong>Management Building</strong><br>(http://www.visualitineraries.com/img/locations/20081.jpg)<br>Tucked just a short distance behind the Suites is the Resort's Management building, which takes care of all booking needs for couples and singles, along with maintaining the cleanliness of the Suites, and every other featured part of the Island. Here is also where the phones in the Suites will ring for 'room service' requests, including all meals to be made and delivered to a Suite, organizing all wake-up calls, and the sort. Here is where the business is handled, rooms and Suites are upgraded, payments are made; this is where the Island starts to feel more like reality and less like a fantasy. <br><hr><strong>Private Tiki Suites</strong><br>(http://dorado-latintours.ch/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/tango-mar-hotel-4.jpg) <br><strong>Sneak-Peek of the Suites</strong><br>(http://www.krabismile.com/private_folder/Honeymoon_Suite.jpg)<br>Every couple can opt out of sharing their Suite with their partner, should the opportunity and choice present itself. Should someone opt out of their Couples Suite, there are a number of Private Tiki Suites to choose from. On the other hand, should a couple choose to continue to stay together in the Suite, there are also a number of Couples Tiki Suites to choose from. Every Couples Suite is decorated in the same manor as the Private Tiki Suites; each Suite includes a California King sized bed, a spectacular view of the Ocean, an enclosed, walk-out patio with lounging furniture, a spacious kitchen and living room area, a luxurious bathroom complete with free-standing glass shower, with rainfall shower head, and a separate bath tub with massage jets, bubble bath jets, and handheld shower head. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 01:11:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Richard breathed in the fresh air as they stepped off the boat that had taken them to Temptation Island. His loose button-down shirt rippled in the cool breeze. He was already wearing board-shorts (no underwear) with the anticipation of taking a dip in the ocean. It was still early afterall and he was eager to get his first taste of Temptation Island.<br><br>His girlfriend of 3 years wasn't so eager. Sarah, a year or two younger then him, was very reluctant about coming on this trip. She wore a sunhat, a blouse, and short jean shorts but nothing too flashy. Her lips were pursed together as they were introduced to the Island and given a brief tour before being led to their Couples Suite.<br><br>"What a beautiful place." Richard mused aloud. He hoped that the women here would be equally as beautiful and not as prude as Sarah. Despite having remained true to her for three years, Richard was ready for a change. He didn't want to hold back anymore. He always felt that he did whenever they had sex - which was increasingly rare these days. Sarah was just too...vanilla for him. She had never been all that excited to try new things or new positions. So he had brought up Threesomes and Swinging - both ideas that seemed to disgust but 'If they made him happy...' she would consider it.<br><br>Temptation Island would hopefully allow them to mingle with people of similar intents while hopefully providing enough stimuli to wake up their own inner passions. One thing Richard knew was this: He was going to get fucked on this vacation, whether or not it was with Sarah was the real question. And by fucked he meant no-holds-bared. He was going to do it the way he wanted.<br><br>"Hey, babe, you want to take a dip in the ocean?" He asked her, pulling his shirt off, revealing his toned body.<br><br>"No, thanks. I'm tired. I think I'm going to take a nap..." Sarah responded, laying down on the bed.<br><br>Typical. He thought. He shrugged his shoulders. "Alright. I'll be back in a bit. I'm going to do a little exploring too. See whats on this island, when dinner is, and all that jazz." He says, quickly leaving the Suite and wandering back outside. He looked around, wondering which direction to choose, wondering where the nearest bar was too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 03:30:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone and everyone</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">The sun-kissed beach babe was laying out on the beach, soaking up some rays and lounging in a cabana by herself, though the curtains of it were invitingly left open. The beaches at Temptation Island were all nudity optional, and Emily enjoyed taking advantage of that. She lay on the reclining chair, completely naked, with her hot pink drawstring bikini draped over the table beside her, where her strawberry daiquiri sat. <br><br>Everyday here was like a vacation, filled with ample opportunities. The day was young, only beginning to creep toward late afternoon, the bright sun still filling the sky. She bit at her lower lip as a couple walked along the shallow waves in the distance, the woman looking utterly appalled by Emily's nudity, while the man had to make a genuine effort not to let his jaw hit the sand. Emily brazenly waved at him, offering him a wink and even patting the lounger beside her as if to offer the man a spot in the cabana, right in front of his lady friend. But she tugged him out of sight as hard as she could, leaving Emily to shrug a shoulder and return to sunbathing. Her pert, pink nipples were hardened from the tropical breeze and attention, while her bare pussy quivered, whenever she shifted her legs.<br><br>For now she had some time to kill until the Forbidden Fruit would open its doors, and she would have to show up to work the shift. Not that she minded it at all, in fact, some might go so far as to say it was her dream job. There were hardly ever any slow nights on the Island, which meant as long as she was on point, she was earning enough in tips alone, but also made an hourly wage on top of that. Management was rather generous with their employees, in more ways than one. She stretched herself out, crossing one leg over the other, showing off her lightly bronzed skin and bodacious curves, to any passerby's who cared to sneak a peak, and rested her eyes behind relaxed lids.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 05:34:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Thea | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sean (TaintedTruth)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://image.dhgate.com/albu_377521669_00-1.0x0/black-yellow-simple-sexy-girl-lady-woman.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Thea could hardly believe they were really here, on Temptation Island. Her heart sank within her chest as they stepped onto the purely white sand, a tour guide meeting them at the pier and giving them a quick tour of all the Island had to offer. The scenic walk-through ended at the Couples Suite, which Thea promptly entered, slightly relieved to have a place of recluse. Letting out a small sigh and offering a friendly wave to their tour guide, she leaned over the kitchen counter, already hot from the tropical climate. Were her cheeks already turning red? <br><br>She glanced at Sean, her emeralds glittering with anticipation and nervousness. "We're really here," she sheepishly said, letting her gaze fall to the pile of luggage at the door. "I guess we should start unpacking our stuff?" With a shrug of her shoulder she rotated back, pushing herself off the marble counter and headed toward the suitcases, though her body continued to heat, with every step closer to Sean that she took. He had this profound effect on her, strong enough to turn her on in an instant, so fiercely, that she no longer had even a hint of control. One might think after four years of being together, the chemistry would surely fizzle out, but not with these two. In fact, now, with the engagement ring on her finger, Thea was probably more drawn to Sean than ever before. Part of it, she was sure, tied right back to her parents who had only just started to doubt their long-term romance, convinced that Sean was not serious about marriage and not good enough for Thea. All she wanted then, was to prove them wrong. <br><br>Of course it wasn't just about her parents or their approval, at the end of the day, Thea was absolutely head-over-heels for this inked-up bad boy, and there was nothing she could do to change that. Her pace slowed as she drew closer to him, biting at her lower lip and keeping her gaze set on the task at hand; the luggage. Yet her body quivered as her long legs guided her toward him, utterly enticed by him. Though the sexual tension was beginning to build between them and within the Suite, Thea managed to reach the pile of luggage and bent forward, perhaps purposely displaying herself in those short-shorts which she wore over the yellow one-piece swimsuit. Her back curved to accentuate the cheeks of her ass, a gentle groan passed her lips as she reached for the handle of the case which belonged to her, positioning herself with legs spread wide, toes pointed toward the wooden ground of their secluded Suite. She paused a moment longer than she needed to, curious to see if such a simple display was enough to make him realize what she was trying, and possibly failing at. <br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>TaintedTruth</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 06:34:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Sean | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Thea (Mellific)</div><hr><div align="center">(http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa284/Shakey_Bones/74f1022a-15b9-480e-bb23-642e47ac7c95.jpg)</div><br>Confident… Sean, felt as though this would be a walk in the park. Temptation had been always been something that the Tattoo Artist had been able to withstand, having fought off the advances of numerous clients that had wanted more than just a bit of ink from him. So, when they had made their departure from the boat onto the white sands of the island, his confidence had never faltered. Though, he could sense the nervousness within Thea and as an effort to alleviate her concerns had placed an ink-covered arm around her waist as they were given the tour. Which, in truth was exciting… but paled in comparison to his excitement to finally get her alone.<br><br>As the guide vanished into the foliage of the surrounding wild-life, Sean closed the door to their suite and turned to face Thea. Her emerald eyes as expressive as always and the signs that greeted him within the green pools, yanked upon his heart strings. He could feel his heart rate begin to rise due to that look… with Thea, which is all that it ever took to get his motor running. Four years and she still had that effect upon him. Her innocence being one of the biggest turn-ons that he’d ever experienced. Her positioning against the marble counter-tops accentuating the feminine curves that had kept him captivated for so long, coupled with her line of thought that unpacking should be at the top of their to-do list was like a trigger to him. A sheepish grin forming upon his face as he watched her move towards their luggage.<br><br>He had opted out of wearing a shirt, deciding that a pair of board-shorts and flip-flops suited their environment best. The shorts were black with gold trim and thread, loosely tied upon his hips to showcase his chiseled physique… while also allowing his member the freedom to ‘breath’ without the restriction of underwear. Atop his head was his favorite hat, situated backwards upon his head in his trademark style. A bit of stubble present upon his face highlighting his need to shave.<br><br>It wasn’t until his fiancée had been over at the waist, legs spread slightly, with her back arched, and ass pointed towards him that he decided to move. His powerful legs closing the gap between them in only a few mere steps. With her attention upon the luggage… which, Sean could care less about at this point in time… he moved up behind her. His left hand landing upon the small of her back where it traced the contour of her butt, before settling upon her hip as he pushed the rigid muscles trapped within his shorts into the crease of her cheeks. A delicate caress of his right hand moved her hair to her left shoulder, exposing her flushed face that had been previously veiled by her hair. The subtle caress continuing from there to touch the soft flesh of her upper back, before seizing the zipper of her yellow swimsuit and slowly drew it downward. <br><br>“<strong>The luggage can wait… I need you... Now.</strong>” Sean said in a tone dripping with the need he felt for Thea.<br><br>The hand that had been resting upon her hip, slowly following the curve of the underside of her butt cheek leading towards the hot treasure hidden beneath the clothes beneath his fingers. Finally settling upon her sex... the heat radiating through the garments into his flesh. Letting him know that she felt the same way that he did. Applying, just the right amount of pressure and circular motion with his fingers... Sean worked the seam of her shorts across her clitoris, hoping to stoke the fire in her into an inferno.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 06:40:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Natalie Russo. || <strong>Location:</strong> &nbsp;Private Tiki. || <strong>Tagged:</strong> OPEN.</div><hr><div align="center">(http://i61.tinypic.com/2elgwm0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Sunglasses covered blue eyes that were taking in everything that Temptation Island had to offer. Her feet were encased in wet sand as she stood along the beach, luggage still in hand and getting increasingly wetter by each lapping wave. The blonde was lost in her thoughts of if she could really be here on this Island. Everything that she knew lay stationed back at home, including her significant other. Her pretty pink lips fell into a frown as her thoughts went to Brandon. He didn't know she made plans to be on Temptation Island to explore the what ifs that had kept her up all night. Alone. She was broken out of her thoughts at the sudden coolness of a wave and jumped back, a bubble of laughter escaping those once frowning lips.<br><br>She picked up her luggage and giving it a few shakes to try and keep it sand free, she turned and began to walk towards to where the Private Tiki's were. When the pamphlet had come in after requesting more information, she knew the Private Tiki's were the place for her. After all, it wasn't the rest of the couples she knew would be her. Brandon was back home and she was here. <em>Not a very good start to a future engagement.</em> She thought to herself. <br><br>Within a few minutes, she had located her tiki and had deposited her luggage by the bed. The room was quite spacious and her cheeks heated at the sight of the bed; which was big enough for two or more. Goosebumps pricked her skin at the salacious thought and she quickly averted her eyes. She wasn't sure if she was ready to even go that far but if she wasn't then why was she here? She was here because she didn't want to sign her life away into a marriage that she assumed that neither one of them were ready to accept. Sighing softly, she walked over to her luggage and then unzipped it, the only noise in the otherwise silent room. Flinging the top open, she was greeted to a colorful array of bikini's. If she were going to spend her time here, she would make damn sure that she would have a decent tan to go home with tanlines and all.<br><br>The curvy form of the blonde appeared outside again dressed in a hot pink bandeau bikini. The top just barely pushed up her breasts to create a teasing view of her cleavage and the bottoms hung low on her hips to reveal the top of a dainty tattoo along her right hip. She didn't really know where the best place was to lay out so she just decided to walk until company came to her or she came upon company.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 15:47:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Thea | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sean (TaintedTruth)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://image.dhgate.com/albu_377521669_00-1.0x0/black-yellow-simple-sexy-girl-lady-woman.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">Much to her delight, the heart-shaped display seemed to be just enough to steal away Sean's attention, making Thea's smile expand, as her chocolate mane acted like a curtain for either side of her face. Stretching down toward the luggage, with her locks obstructing the majority of her vision, Thea's hands paused, feeling the shift from Sean as he lined his front up with her behind. "Mmmmn," a purr was released in response, instantly hit by a wave of tingling sensations, as that familiar heat of his resonated against her in the most delicious way. Her breath hitched within her throat, as she turned over her shoulder to peek at him, catching that smoldering way he was inspecting the subtle curves of her frame. His careful digits delicately caressed against the small of her spine, brushing the tips of his fingers down the length of her jean shorts, waking her body up to his advances. <br><br>It was then that Sean's hand settled against her hip, tucking there as if for leverage, while his waist enclosed against the cheeks of her ass. Thea gasped, as the loose, breathable material of his board shorts gave him away, his length already becoming rigid and hard. He pressed his member against and between her cheeks ever so slightly, yet just enough to let her know exactly what was on his mind. The burning of her face only intensified after that, her flush deepening to a solid red. Straightening up slightly, when his free hand shifted her hanging locks over to one shoulder, her stare faltered for a moment, emerald hues falling bashfully to the ground, while the blush of her face was freely exposed to him. What followed would cause her eyes to widen; Sean's fingers finding the zipper at the back of her dress-like bathing suit, slowly unzipping it. Though the nervousness was always present during their teasing or foreplay, Thea couldn't hide the excitement which also always budded within her. Their chemistry was so intense, it was entirely unavoidable. <br><br>His words hit her, heavily, making her heart race in her chest, while an array of building sensation twisted inside of her. A stream of arousal already found itself dampening the panty-liner of her swimsuit, that scent already rising in the minute space between them. Continuing to straighten, she dipped her hips back, letting her ass press against his hardening rod, bending elegantly, not stopping until the back of her head rested on his shoulder, her hair streaming to one side, out of his way. She tilted her face, drawing her plump lips toward the cartilage of his ear, letting them ghost against that sensitive skin, as she whispered: "Then take me now." Talking dirty was not a specialty of Thea's, but after four years of practicing with Sean, she was getting more and more comfortable with it, confidence growing within her slowly but surely, because of him. He made her feel like she was the only woman who could ever capture his attention, the rarest treasure, his to keep and have forever. <br><br>Surely the collection of women on this Island were not tempting enough to draw him away from what they have built together. <br><br>"Aaanh!" She cried out, her head snapping back, as his fingers hooked between her thighs and trapped her heat, circling around her clit through both layers she wore. "Sean!" She squealed his name, it coming out almost accusatory, like he was behaving inappropriately. It was a habit she couldn't grow out of; though they were alone, though she loved how forward he could be, she still would say his name with a hint of shock and surprise about the tone of her voice. Moaning gently, she pressed back against him a little harder, her hands reaching behind her for his waist, tugging at the shorts he wore with desperate clawing motions, wanting to feel his <em>need</em> as it twitched beneath the fabric. Already her swimsuit was beginning to peel, like the outside of a banana, falling from her flesh and revealing her perky, petite breasts, light pink nipples already erect. Her face twisted once more, burying against the space between his neck and shoulder, her lips kissing a buttery trail along the side, leading up to his cartilage. There, her tongue flicked past her lips, against his flesh, exhaling a slight, hot cascading breath there. Her body trembled against him now, as the desire within her bubbled. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 17:06:54</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily, Natalie<br><br>Richard quickly figured out the lay of the land and moved down to the beach. The place was an island afterall - it wasn't going to be that complicated to figure out where everything was. It still seemed early in the season, though, as he had barely seen a soul moving about. He smiled to himself as he looked around - the island was paradise! It truly was a beautiful place and if it was any indication, the women here would be beautiful too. But would they be as open minded towards sex as he was? He hoped so.<br><br>He slid out of his sandals to stand in the sand barefooted. He turned to walk along the shoreline for a bit, moving towards some of the cabanas. If he was going to take a dip, he needed a beach towel and hadn't brought one of his own. He peered inside the first Cabana, to see if there was a towel. Instead, he found a woman, lounging completely naked. He stared.<br><br>His eyes roamed over her perfect body and her breasts. She had larger breasts and a nicer body than Sarahs, he realized. His girlfriend really could lose a few pounds, but he wasn't about to tell her that. As he stared at the girl, though, he found his loin starting to stir with arousal. Temptation island indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 17:50:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">Just as it had started to feel like the sun's rays were becoming too strong, Emily opened her sleepy sapphire eyes and shifted, reaching to the side where her beach bag was leaning against the lounger. Digging through it to check her phone for the time, discarding it promptly afterward back where it had originated, she then pulled out a handheld tub of Banana Boat. Slowly she would pull her legs up and hang them over the side of the chair, twisting her body and pushing up into a stand, fluidly. With her body on complete display, she unashamedly readied the lotion and prepped her hands, when a feeling of being watched made her pause. Glancing around at her surroundings, she let her gaze wander across the landscape, promptly spotting the pair of eyes which were staring openly at her curvy figure. With a perk of her brow, Emily smirked at the man, before gesturing for him to come closer.<br><br>"Are you planning on watching me burn? The least you could do is offer to rub the sunscreen in for me," she offered, her tone something similar to silk. <br><br>Her head tilted with intrigue, as she watched the man who couldn't help but to stare at her. With one hand still holding the sun screen bottle, her other hand went to her hair, combing through the golden locks and ruffling it slightly, sending the scent of vanilla and coconut into the air. That subtle hair flicking also happened to display more of her voluptuous breasts, enticing him and sweetening the sight. Extending her arm out, offering him the sunscreen, she led her hand to wrap around those extended locks of hers, pulling them back so as to get them out of the way. Stepping carefully around the lounge chair in that cabana, she rounded the furniture and positioned herself in the middle of the semi-secluded canopy, hoping he'd meet her halfway and take the offer. She knew more than likely he was a tourist, here to test the fate of a relationship he was likely in, which would instantly make Emily gravitate toward him.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 18:00:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily, Natalie<br><br>Richard was caught red-handed as the blonde sat up and spotted him. His face blushed a little and he paused at her request. He glanced back the way he had come, making sure Sarah hadn't decided to join him afterall, before stepping inside the Cabana. His eyes followed the jiggle of her breasts and even slid down to view her smooth pussy. Luckily, his own arousal hadn't blossomed into an erection yet and he smiled at the girl, taking the sunscreen from her before she turned around. <br><br>"I, uh, I apologize for staring." He says, squirting some of the lotion on his hands before rubbing them together, before placing them on her shoulders. He half rubbed, half massaged the lotion into her skin, starting high on her shoulders before slowly moving down her back. "I'm new here and thought I'd take a dip in the ocean." His eyes traveled down her back to stare at her perk ass, shortly before his hands slid down, rubbing the lotion over her cheeks. "But I forgot to bring a towel to dry off with afterwards. There aren't any towels around that I can borrow are there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedTruth</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 18:09:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Sean | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Thea (Mellific)</div><hr><br><div align="center">(http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa284/Shakey_Bones/74f1022a-15b9-480e-bb23-642e47ac7c95.jpg)</div><br>Entranced... His eyes following the motion of the zipper that his fingers held, the sun-kissed skin of his betrothed greeting his gaze only to further stoke the burning desire that he felt for her. There was something about being in this place that seemed to intensify his already overwhelming need for Thea. The bashful nature of her looks only acting as gasoline to an open flame. The things that she unknowingly did to him with her innocence... the idea of corrupting such an exquisite beauty and awakening the sexual beast that lurked within her... it was like heroine to a junkie.<br><br>As she straightened, her head resting upon his shoulder, lush lips brushing delicately on his ear... ghosting the erogenous zone that Thea had become all to familiar with. A groan escaping his mouth as his lower lip was pulled between his teeth in an attempt to stifle the noise, albeit unsuccessfully due to the words that greeted his ears. <br><br><em>God damn... she is getting good at that.</em> Thought, Sean as his hand released the now fully dropped zipper. Gently, he pulled the hand from between their now converged bodies... a lone finger trailing the curve of her ribs from back to front. Traversing upwards through the valley of his perky breasts, eventually climbing onto one of her petite mounds to lightly play at the hardened nipple that he found at its peak. The devilish smirk appearing upon his face once again as the surprised cry left her, followed quickly by his name in her accusatory tone. Drawing a soft chuckle out of the bad-boy that had mastered the art of teasing his little vixen.<br><br>He shifted his weight some, allowing the clawing hands of Thea to find the waistband of his board shorts to free him from the fabric prison that they had become. The sound of velcro pulling apart filled the air as the black shorts were finally opened and allowed to drop. His rigid shaft rising to smack with a splat against the denim shorts that Thea wore... for now. His fingers that had been toying with her clit ceasing their manipulations to expertly find the buttons of her shorts and began to work them free. Mere seconds had passed since his name had left her mouth, but it seemed like an eternity as he finally responded. "<strong>I planned on it.</strong>" He said with a tone that showcased his mischievous intentions with her. The shiver that ran its course through him from the kisses that she'd placed upon his neck and the flick of her tongue upon his ear.<br><br>His thumb and index finger seizing the small nub of her nipple between them as he pulled lightly upon it... his face dipping down to meet hers in an effort to express his passion for her through an intensely heated kiss. All the while, the hand that had been expertly working to rid her of the jean shorts that she wore... had now completed its task of undoing the buttons, only to find its way around her waist. Preparing to lift her from the ground and carry her to the nearby bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 18:30:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">A giggle sounded from Emily as she watched the peeping man turn over his shoulder and inspect the land carefully, as if to make sure that he hadn't been followed, or perhaps, set-up. That was not an uncommon reaction, here. A moment later, the man had seemed to make up his mind, nearing Emily and taking the offered sunscreen from her. Her eyes seemed to light up ever so slightly at this, rather enjoying that they were perfect strangers, yet his hands were about to be all over her skin. <br><br>Spinning for him, revealing her back and that pert, round ass of hers, Emily waited for the squirting sound and then reached backward with her free hand, to take the sunscreen from him when he was done. Listening to his apology, Emily's shoulders bounced slightly as she laughed. "Don't apologize for staring. There are many other things to apologize for on this Island, staring is the <em>least</em> of your worries." As his fingers continued to rub the white, creamy substance into her skin, her head rolled, a small groan leaving her throat, at the massaging of his digits. "Oh, that feels good," she whispered, her voice dropping to a lower, raspier register. <br><br>He continued to talk about being new, and searching for towels, wanting to take a dip in the Ocean and all. She pointed with the hand which held the sunscreen still, down the beach, opposite where he had come from. "There's a small stall over there, for public showers. They keep a full supply of towels and other things in there. If you've reached the lifeguard's chair, you've gone too far. Or... I could just lend you mine. I always bring an extra towel with me." She grinned, realizing that all of this probably sounded completely pre-planned. Hissing gently as his hands rounded on the curves of her ass cheeks, she purred in appreciation, and brought the sunscreen up to her chest, spinning slowly for him, so that he could observe as she squirted a splash of sticky white against the valley between her full breasts. But she wasn't stopping there, no, the stream continued to drip out, making a clumsy display down the length of her midsection, and against her hips, dangerously close to that bare, wet pussy. "Oops," she shrugged, biting at her lip and stepping closer to him. "Could you also get my front?"<br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 18:43:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Baldwin &nbsp;|| <strong>Location:</strong> &nbsp;Near Private Tiki. || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Natalie, Open.</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Sm2F4MZ.png)</div><br>Drew had arrived to the island a week early, if only to beat the jetlag before everyone else arrived. Everyone and their dog had been telling him only the hottest and horniest people would ever be invited to that island and like hell he was going to miss out on first dibs. Even if the early week wasn't covered in the invitation, he didn't mind footing the bill for it - getting acquainted with the island's surroundings and many amenities, and acclimatizing to the new weather was well worth the expense.<br><br>Wearing nothing but a simple pair of board shorts, he looked like he just jumped right out of a poster advertising surfer apparel, even though he didn't know a single thing about surfing. Noticing the increased activity trailing from the main reception area to the private tikis, it dd not take much for him to figure out that this is the day when most of the tourists are arriving! Eager to check out the ones he's going to hone in on, and to figure out the ones to ignore as lost causes, not worth his time or way out of his league he wanders out to the beach.<br><br>It didn't take him long to find someone who caught his interest. <em>Oh hello there, beautiful</em> he thought to himself, careful not to say such things out loud. A blonde, blue-eyed Venus was wandering about as well, all on her own lonesome with her tits nearly spilling out of that hot pink number. Showing no hesitation, Drew casually approaches her, offering his most winning smile with his body leaning slightly against his side in a bid to exhibit how comfortable and familiar he is with the place.<br><br>"Hey there! Just got here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 19:07:51</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily, Natalie<br><br>She seemed to like the way he touched her ass and he nodded his head as she instructed him on where he could find a towel. "Oh, I wouldn't want to put you out of a towel." And my girlfriend would probably not like it either, he added silently, or what he was already doing. But, well, that was a debate for another day. His eyes quickly dropped down her front as she spun around for him to rub the lotion there. He knew he should say no, knew that he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. He wondered if she found him attractive.<br><br>He spread the lotion over her flat stomach first, then trailed a hand up between her breasts and over her collarbones, avoiding her breasts for now. As the debate raged in his head, the front of his shorts began to tent with his obvious arousal. "You better not tell my girlfriend I'm doing this." He murmurs, eyes never traveling above her neckline. Biting his lip, he moved both hands to her breasts. He massaged and squeezed them, rubbing over them multiple times - more then enough to cover them with the lotion. He even rubbed his thumbs over her nipples.<br><br>"Though, between you and me, you're far more attractive then she is." He murmurs, sliding his hands down to her legs, bringing them back up along her inner thigh. He bit his lip again and smeared the lotion over her pussy, making no attempt to avoid touching it. He let his fingers rub over her folds, parting her lips with his middle digit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 19:20:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Natalie Russo. || <strong>Location:</strong> &nbsp;Private Tiki. || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Andrew.</div><hr><div align="center">(http://i61.tinypic.com/2elgwm0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">The slight breeze the island offered felt cool against her heated skin. She wasn't quite sure if she was hot because of the sun or because it was the idea that she was here by herself; presumably going to cheat on her boyfriend back home. She rounded the corner and her attention was snagged by a masculine voice&nbsp; calling to her a few feet in front of her. She was grateful for the sunglasses because they afforded her the opportunity to checkout that delicious body without being caught. She didn't make a comment on the look that he have her. She liked a man in charge and from the briefest moment of just seeing him, she knew he was that type of man.<br><br>Desire settled low on her belly and guilt flooded her mind. Should she really think this man before her was attractive since she has a man? It wasn't like she is kissing him or anything like that. Though the thought wasn't that far from her mind. She favored him with a genuine smile as she stopped in front of him, the breeze&nbsp; caught her vanilla perfume and wafted around them.<br><br>"Yes. I just arrived maybe an hour or so ago. Your name is?"<br><br>She let her tone drop off to a huskies tone than what she greeted him with. She couldn't help it! Whenever she was found someone attractive, her tone always changed. She shocked one hip to the side and placed her hand along it. She pressed her fingernails into her hip as reassurance to not do anything hasty just yet. With her free hand, she pushed her sunglasses up to the top of her head and the non tinted sight of him cause the desire to reach a new height. She tore her gaze away from his body even though she knew she was caught. This was called Temptation Island&nbsp; and right now temptation was staring her straight in the face. <br><br><em> Dear God, I just want to explore ever inch of him right now!</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 19:31:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Thea | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sean (TaintedTruth)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://image.dhgate.com/albu_377521669_00-1.0x0/black-yellow-simple-sexy-girl-lady-woman.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">No matter how hard Thea tried, there was no way to overcome Sean's groans. Every single time she heard that noise, like the growl of a predator about to have his prey, she melted like butter. Her knees buckled some even now, threatening to spill her all over the floor, like a rippling puddle. That sound, accompanied by the bite at his lower lip, was enough to make Thea insatiable. The torrid heat burned her insides with a passionate fire, which could not be quenched. Helplessly, her head reclined, eyes rolling behind heavy lids, as he expertly began to tease at her nipples. He knew just how much pressure to apply, when to pinch and flick, at exactly which point she would grind her teeth together at the delirious combination of pain and pleasure. That didn't make the experience repetitive, rather, quite the opposite. Sean awoke a part of Thea that she never knew existed before, opened her eyes to a whole new world of pleasure and possibilities; every time felt new with him. <br><br>The inflection of her voice and intensity of her gasps would climb, controlled by his touch at her pert buds. By the end of it, she was grinding her teeth together, fingers clamoring for the waistband of his board shorts, at first only curling and teasing there, but eventually, tugging and pulling, until they were loosened and slid down his legs, only to bunch at his ankles. As his hand delved for the button of her jean shorts, Thea's hips wriggled and turned, freeing his cock from the snare of her backside, so that she could get a hand to enclose around his length. Her tongue lewdly licked at her lips as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his thick cock, already so hard for her. Just the notion that she was enough to turn him on, and continued to be enough after all their time together, to get him this excited, was completely satisfying for Thea. <br><br>Looking down at his cock, as her fist gripped around its thickness, she used her other hand to grip onto his muscular arm, needing to hold on for support. Starting to lightly stroke his length in her hand, letting her thumb and index finger roll over the tip of his cock-head, taking a moment to guide her thumb in a circular motion around the head, before plunging back down the shaft, all the way to the base, she shivered, her breathing already labored. She felt the material of her jeans loosening, starting to descend her hips, as he replied, his tone that domineering one she found so sexy. Tilting her chin up to look at him, playing her fingers against his cock languidly while he freed her of those shorts, her body quaking against his, practically bursting at the seams to be taken by him, Thea's emeralds showcased her lust. Just in time, Sean pressed his lips against hers hungrily, and Thea returned that passion into the kiss, her lips vibrating against his as she whimpered against his mouth. Her shorts were freed now, and slid on their own down her legs, Thea doing her best to step out of them, without tripping or falling or breaking their lip-lock. <br><br>Her head tilted to deepen that kiss, as her tongue slid past her lips and into his mouth, lovingly tangling with his own, breathing hotly and harshly against him as she welcomed his sweet taste. Feeling his arm wrap about her waist, knowing the next step was to peel the rest of her swimsuit away, she tried to use her free hand to do so, but the twist and angle of her body didn't allow her to get a good enough grip or tug it down. Yet her attempts were erratic and rushed, not unlike her heartbeat, getting caught up in the heat of the moment, as she so often did. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 19:31:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Baldwin &nbsp;|| <strong>Location:</strong> &nbsp;Near Private Tiki. || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Natalie</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Sm2F4MZ.png)</div><br>"Andrew," His voice, sounding like gravel dragging across cobblestone rumbles from his throat. "But, my friends call me Drew."<br><br>The way she cocked her hip to the side, presenting her delectable curves to him so gloriously in such an easy manner nearly gave him a hard-on, and like hell he was going to betray a tentpole in the first twenty seconds of meeting a woman. When her vanilla perfume began to engulf and assault his senses, his defenses failed and that girthful shaft began to strain and nudge against the loose board shorts.<br><br><em>Goddammit.</em><br><br>Instead of trying to hide his arousal, he lets it stand tall and proud. Let her eat hard-on! He even double-downs on his brash demeanor when he jerks his chin over his shoulder towards the empty hot tubs which bubble away. <br><br>"The first thing everyone is going to do is to hit the beach and do lame, cliche things. It will get real crowded and you will get like twenty guys pestering to rub you down with lotion. Wanna come hang out? Bartender there makes a mean Corona margarita."<br><br>Drew even stretched his arm out towards her, giving physical manifestation to the invitation.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 19:59:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Natalie Russo. || <strong>Location:</strong> &nbsp;Pathway near hot tub . || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Andrew.</div><hr><div align="center">(http://i61.tinypic.com/2elgwm0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">A bubble of laughter escaped glossy lips and then she closed the distance between them. "So, if your friends call you Drew, what can I call you?" She smiled, enjoying the tease. She took her time in assessing the finely wrapped package before her. His voice resonated through her and she would fail a lie detector test if she were asked if her bikini bottoms were wet. It was such a thrill for her to be flirting with someone else and a slender brow quieted at the sight that lay just beneath this shorts he wore.<br><br>The pinkness of her tongue peeked out to wet her lips and she kept her gaze on his thick erection. He was much larger and thicker than her boyfriend and images of what he offered flitted about in her thoughts. "I hope you're not that easy to bring to orgasm as you are to get hard." She spoke softly to him and then brazenly dragged a finger up the length of that hardness. She stepped to the side of him and turned her head to where her breath lapped at his ear as she spoke.<br><br>"I don't see any problem with having twenty guys offer to coat me." She let the innuendo hang in the air before continuing. "But what would be more fun than drinking in this hot weather and having judgement impaired is joining me down by the beach for a dip." Her lips barely grazed his ear.<br><br>"I do believe that a dip into something wet will help you out."<br><br>With those words, she began to walk towards the beach, her hips swaying invitingly. Two dimples above her rear could be seen and she didn't look back, believing that he would come. The offer was there and it was too late now to back out. She was never known as a tease back home so why start now?</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 20:39:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">Richard seemed slightly older than the guys she usually went for, but she had learned that sometimes a bad relationship aged a man immensely. In fact, there were likely men who lived here on Temptation Island, and were older than this stranger, but because of their openness with sexuality and no-string relationship statuses, they likely seemed younger than someone who was tied down and unhappy. This man standing in front of her, guiltily staring at her breasts, looked thrilled to be away from whatever it was that was dragging him down back at home. Emily smirked, loving the opportunity to be that special someone who could open up a world of delight and rapture to someone who otherwise wouldn't have allowed themselves to experience it. <br><br>"You're not putting me out. I'm the one offering to put out." She remarked with a sly smirk crossing her face, enjoying the struggle going on internally for this stranger before her; having to decide between right and alluringly wrong. Letting go of her mane of golden locks for now, she let her hand fall at her side, watching his hands as they explored her front-side, her lips parting slightly as a hot breath passed through them, when he traveled his hand between her collar bones, causing her head to dip backward slightly, as if the idea of getting lightly choked was a welcomed turn-on for her. Yet the unfamiliar hand continued down her torso, until he could no longer hold back, and the tent of his shorts caught her attention. As he muttered about his girlfriend, she giggled. "And you better not tell her that a stranger on the beach gave you a stiffy." The way he bit at his lip, it was enticing enough that it made her want to bite at it just as much, if not a little harder. <br><br>Unable to hold back a second longer, he brought both hands up and started kneading at her luscious mounds, making her moan saucily. Emily's brows raised as he bravely ventured lower, lowering her chin to watch the display, seemingly surprised by his courage. When he paid her the compliment of saying that she was far more attractive than his significant other, Emily brought her sparkling gaze up to meet his own. "You don't seem to be too concerned about your girlfriend right now..." Biting at her lower lip, she reached out with her free hand, tugging at the waistband of his shorts and taking a tiny step closer, to peek inside at the erection that created such a tent. "Ooh," she said with admiration, just as he ventured between her hairless folds, feeling the slickness which had built there, and probing for more. Her hips plunged forward, rocking gently, wanting to feel more.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 21:53:57</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily, Natalie<br><br>Richard could certainly hear the sexual ineundo in her words. Hell, he was practically cheating on Sarah right now, touching another woman - a naked one at that - in all the wrong places. But Sarah would never be found naked outside the bedroom. And she certainly wouldn't have reached out to peek into his shorts, to look at the erection he was sporting. No, Sarah would have shied away from such things and such contact. But this girl, well, she was both beautiful and not ashamed to hide it, or the effects being naked were having.<br><br>Richard was doomed if she ever caught him doing what he was doing. Perhaps that was part of why he was so turned on right now. He was on vacation with his girlfriend and was starting to fool around with a nude girl on the beach. It certainly helped that no one else was around. But it gave him a thrill, the risk of being caught - both in public and the act of cheating. He didn't even know her name as well as he knew the rest of her body already.<br><br>As she moaned and started to rock her hips back and forth, he knew he should pull away before things went any further. But he couldn't help it. Sarah was trimmed - not smooth - down there and he decided he much preferred the smooth feel. His hand continued to rub between her legs, that finger penetrating her folds, rubbing up over her clit as he slowly began to finger her. "I hope you don't think anything less of me for it." He had to admit, he liked her closeness and her hand on his waistband, dangerously close to his erection. "Whats your name, by the way? I'm Richard."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 23:41:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Russell</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Temptation/8a12414c-6d1f-47ff-a1e3-13a6c4f01a66_zps1f070d92.jpg)</div>Sabrina was nervous. It wasn't the island though, or not entirely anyway, but rather her husband that had her stomach fluttering about wildly like it was filled with antsy butterflies. To be fair it was her own fault that she was feeling this way. She'd not exactly been entirely truthful about the nature of their tropical vacation and trying to watch Russell's face while pretending not to be doing just that as they were given a tour of the island had been... difficult.<br><br>Despite her continued silence concerning certain desires, Sabrina was not an accomplished liar. In fact, she made it a habit never to lie to the one person who meant more to her than anything in this world which meant that there was certainly a bit of guilt flitting around inside her. She tried to smile through it, to brush it off as nothing, but even though the tour of the island had been gorgeous and for the most part harmless, there had been no way to hide the open nudity on the beach or the flirting couples or those who seemed to be moving well past just flirting. That alone didn't have to indicate anything beyond people enjoying themselves but she just simply wasn't sure what Russell would pick up on and it was driving her crazy trying to anticipate.<br><br><em>Stop it! You are just on vacation with your husband. That's all. Whatever else that goes on... well, that doesn't have to affect you...</em> Except, wasn't that the reason she'd wanted them to come here? Hadn't her plan been to somehow expose her husband to more pleasures and eventually get him to loosen up enough to handle her own desires? Jeez, if he only knew half the things that flitted through her brain when he touched her or even just looked at her. <br><br>Sabrina bit her bottom lip as the thoughts continued to swirl around in her head and her stomach refused to calm. Finally they were shown to their suite and left alone to unpack their baggage and unwind after the day of traveling. Releasing Russell's hand, she glanced about the room, moving further into the space and admiring the decor. In a slightly nervous gesture her fingers drifted down to tug at the hem of the denim skirt that only managed to highlight the flare of generous hips and she glanced over the shoulder left bared by the loose top that covered her upper half. "So, what do you think love? This should be fun and relaxing right?" She turned and leaned against the arm of the couch that sat in the living room area. Unable to help herself, her pale green graze flicked over her man's body and she offered him a smile, hoping like hell that she didn't look quite as guilty as she felt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 23:59:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Baldwin &nbsp;|| <strong>Location:</strong> &nbsp;Towards the beac. || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Natalie</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Sm2F4MZ.png)</div><br>"So, if your friends call you Drew, what can I call you?"<br><br>Drew nearly had an immediate snarky answer come to mind. <em>Daddy.</em> Lucky for him, he was one who thought before running his mouth, and he waited just a few seconds before she stared down at his hard-on just as intently as he was fixated on her boobs - though he was trying his utmost to keep his focus on her eyes. Expectations (and calm) were nearly completely shattered when she did the impossible: an electric shock ran up his spine when the girl he met not just five minutes ago ran her finger up against his cock! For all his years of partying, hitting on girls and getting laid he had never met a girl who was probably just as aggressive as he is. He could even nearly feel himself blush when her breath was caressing his cheek.&nbsp; Just like that. Anything else she said beyond that fell on utterly deaf ears.<br><br><em>Hot damn, Andy boy, you've just hit the fucking motherlode.</em><br><br>He didn't need to understand English at this point. The ass swaying with a gazelle's grace and the come-hither smouldering in her eyes was all the language he needed, and he tried his best to follow her without seeming like a dog following after her with his tongue hanging out.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 00:36:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Tatianna || <strong>Location:</strong> The Beach || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Tiana, OPEN.</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/ef1d109b3392aec173e9f16ee71978ca/tumblr_n9cwa00Fd91tecakpo1_1280.jpg)</div>"So! First on the list of things to do: get one of those pretty bright colored cocktails you always see in ads and peoples vacation pics! One that I don't have to make myself mind you..." Tatianna's arm snaked its way around her twin's trim waist while they moved down the beach, the natural sway of their hips helping to draw attention without any actual effort. Or maybe it was because they were twins? Or the fact that they were natural redheads? It was probably all of the above but Tati didn't really bother to think over the whys and hows of shit like that. She was too busy simply enjoying the attention to wonder why it was there. "Also... if I could get one of <em>those</em>," she pointed to male who looked all sorts of dark and wicked and entirely sinful, "sent right over to wait on me hand and foot, I'd really believe I was in paradise." <br><br>The one commonly referred to as the bad twin--and it was totally not true if you asked her--hissed quietly and fanned herself as she watched tall, dark, and sexy move off to do whatever it was he was going to do then turned her attention back to her better half with a smug grin. "Still, babe, even without the extra service you gotta admit I was totally right about this place!" They hadn't been here all that long but in the short time that they had she'd managed to see enough to be convinced that this trip was going to be everything she imagined it to be. After all, it was utterly gorgeous out, there was plenty of ripe low hanging fruit to amuse herself with, and there were even a few of the harder to reach bits that would provide a bit of a challenge. Nothing she couldn't handle of course but rather just difficult enough to be fun. She fully intended to indulge and to be sure Tiana indulged as well. She wasn't having any of that sitting on the sidelines crap her twin sometimes pulled at home. <br><br>Moving them both toward what appeared to be an empty cabana, Tati pushed lengthy red locks back from her face, her freckles standing out even more as pushed her sunglasses up onto her head to keep it back. As good as the sun felt on her skin right now, she knew it was better to get out of the direct light if they didn't want to burn. Pulling her arm back from Tiana's waist she gave the other woman's ass a playful smack, "How's this one?" She asked as they came to the covered bed though she didn't wait for an answer before sliding onto it to test it out.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 00:51:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">There was a moment which was not overlooked, when he clearly decided that he could stop, or he could continue; and he chose to progress. Emily's smirk widened as her body felt the entrapment of lusty heat as it circled throughout her insides. Clearly the concern about his girlfriend was not enough to convince him to stop, not after having fallen into temptation. No, now that he tested the waters, he wanted to dive in, and Emily was more than happy to accompany him during the ride. <br><br>Biting at her lower lip as his fingers purposefully slid between the slick lips of her pussy, and probed around her clit, Emily spread her legs slightly further apart to ensure he had plenty of access, gushing against his fingers and groaning in response to their work. Though the positioning was slightly awkward, her hand did not leave the waistband of his shorts, instead they tugged the material down slightly, a devious smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Should he have a problem with the revelation of his member, there was always the option of pulling the silky curtains and making the cabana secluded, but judging by how willingly he was going at her open display, Emily was sure it wouldn't be a problem. Besides, she only exposed his member to herself, no one else would likely see, unless they were to approach the pair. <br><br>With a moan attached to the end, Emily giggled, shaking her had at him. "It's difficult to think anything less of you when I've barely even met you," she remarked, closing slightly more distance between them, keeping her sapphire gaze affixed to his, as her free hand wrapped blatantly around his cock, gripping firmly, her brows raising as if to challenge him. "Emily," she revealed, grinning at his name. It <em>did</em> sound like an old name after all, perhaps he was older than even she had suspected originally. <br><br>Tossing the sunscreen behind her and hearing it land on the plush cushion of the lounger, she would then bring that hand to join the party, cupping his jewels and lightly massaging them between her fingers. "What else can we add to the list of things I'm not supposed to tell your girlfriend? Maybe... receiving a blowjob from the same stranger who caused that hard-on in the first place?" She tilted her head, trying to read him as she showed her intentions. "Though to me, you look like you're raging for full-on fucking. Am I right? Has it been too long since the last time you got off inside a woman?"<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 01:10:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6d26msOuo1rzssc8o1_1280.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily<br><br>Emily moved closer and spread her legs. He couldn't resist anymore, slipping his digit inside of her, marveling at her wetness and tightness. He started moving his finger back and forth inside of her, staring down at her naked body as he did so. It was quite easy to imagine that it was his dick instead of his finger penetrating her. But if he came back smelling like sex, Sarah would get suspicious. Emily was certainly not a shy girl and he liked that. She seemed to know what she wanted and how to get it. He bit his lip as she pulled his board shorts down, revealing his 9-inch long cock that was rock harder under her touch. Its girth was equally impressive and he had always wondered if he was just simply too big for Sarah? Was that it - he wasn't small, that was for sure, so was he just too big for her? His heavy balls were clean shaven too. Sarah may be a prude and rather vanilla, but he always kept himself smooth down there. Perhaps he had always been hoping for some other girl to touch him?<br><br>Her hands felt great as they slid along his shaft and cupped his balls. Sarah never went near his balls - with her mouth or hands - and he had always known he liked them being touched. He slid his other hand up to Emily's breast once more, squeezing it firmly before twisting and tugging on her nipple. He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of voices, but no one had passed by their cabana. Secretly, he wouldn't mind some one watching him right now, but he knew that was dangerous. If word got back to Sarah...<br><br>Her words had him on edge. He would have loved to fuck her, right then and there, but he wasn't quite ready to go that far. Not yet. And not with the assumption that Sarah thought he was taking a dip in the Ocean before heading back to her. "Mhm, I think I have a better idea." He murmurs, licking his lips. He'd still push things though. "I've always wanted to do the sixty-nine position." He says, glancing over at the lounger. "And its certainly been years since I've tasted some one else's pussy. Think you'd be up for that Emily? Sucking my cock while I eat you out?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marconi Drake</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 01:57:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Russell || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sabrina</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj529/marconidrake/ti_zps46922b4c.jpg)</div><br>Throughout the tour, Russell did his best to check out the island. Sabrina hadn't been lying when she told him that the place looked like paradise. He was used to flat, rolling hills and acres of farmland. First time he has ever seen a lush, tropical landscape with his own eyes. That, as well as the finely-appointed resort and beautiful beaches, was absolutely breathtaking. <br><br>However, he couldn't fully focus on their tour, not when he could feel the way Sabrina was tensed up beside him. He didn't often see his wife this nervous. She was always the lively one in the couple, dragging him out to art exhibits and music shows that he didn't think he was going to enjoy, but always ended up loving. So, it was rare for him to be the relaxed one and her the bundle of nerves. He chalked it down to the vacation -- the whole thing had been her idea. The trip. The place. She set it all up, and he assumed that she was worried that he might not like it. Always so worried about making sure he was happy when really, anything that involved time with her was what he wanted. He had looked over during the tour, Russell gave Sabrina a reassuring smile and sought to take her hand in his own for a tight squeeze. <br><br>Of course, there were some surprises. Nude beaches he was not ready for, and had looked away when they moves past them. Perhaps not as quickly as he could have, having caught some tantalizing glimpses of young women on the sand. But, he didn't want to be staring at such things while he was beside Sabrina. The flirting couples...and those who went farther...were easier to take. Yes, a bit more than he was comfortable with in public. But in a place like this, it was hard not to get carried away a little bit. <br><br>Russell followed her into the tiki hut, dropping the luggage off with a slight grunt. Raising his eyes to see her step more into the room. Once again, the place was lovely, but his eyes were on her. The simple movements she made that always had his blood boiling. He might not be the most adventurous in the bedroom, but Sabrina always found a way to send him spinning without even knowing it, even if he only showed it in the most vanilla of ways.&nbsp; At first, he had attempted to resist it. But really, they were married now. What was the harm?<br><br>Again, she seemed nervous. Apprehensive. Like she thought he was going to hate where she picked for a vacation. Once she settled, Russell came over and slipped those strong, thick arms around her body. Tugging her up into his chest, lips seeking out her own. One hand draped over her hip, the other one rested on her back, letting his finger dance over the golden skin of her bared shoulder. A slow, idle drag as he tucked her body against his own.<br><br>"It's perfect, Sabrina. We are going to have a fantastic time. You picked an amazing place for us."<br><br>Didn't seem to ease whatever she was feeling, at least not completely. What they needed was a distraction.<br><br>"So, what do you want to do first. Beach? Bar? Anything at all, love."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedTruth</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 02:05:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Sean | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Thea (Mellific)</div><hr><div align="center">(http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa284/Shakey_Bones/74f1022a-15b9-480e-bb23-642e47ac7c95.jpg)</div><br>"<strong>Arghh.</strong>" Sean groaned as he felt Thea's delicate fingers wrap around his girth at the base of his cock. A slow stroke from root to tip, transforming the grunt into more of a growl, as she played him like a fiddle. The bad-boy realizing the just how far along she had come from the once sexually naive girl that he had fallen madly in love with. Her manipulations bringing out the beast within him, despite how reserved he was trying to be with her. Their relationship coming full circle with her now acting just as aggressive, if not more-so than him in this union.<br><br>With her fingers encircling the sensitive head of his member, while their tongues dueled within each others mouths... Sean groaned into their kiss. His audible noises becoming commonplace since she had come out of her shell. In a way, he hated it… feeling as though he was the more vocal of the two when it came to their lust driven noises. Though, he would change that… <br><br>The hand that held her tightly to him released the pressure that he'd applied, and allowed his fingers to skirt upon the flesh of her belly… teasing the skin around her naval before plunging downward beneath the fabric of her swimsuit that still clung haphazardly to her. The insertion of his hand creating enough space to allow the garment to spill the rest of the way off her frame, two fingers lazily stroking through her velvety folds as he extracted his hand once again. Which, was promptly lifted towards their faces… Sean breaking the kiss to suck upon one of the digits covered in his loves fluids, before offering the other to Thea. The sight of her tasting herself had always been maddening to him. Him using the finger in her mouth to twirl her so that she was now facing him.<br><br>Now that the two lovers were fully disrobed, Sean began to slowly walk them towards the bed… his finger still trapped within the confines of Thea's mouth on the short journey. When they finally reached the plush mattress, Sean spoke… "<strong>I know you have your doubts, Thea... well… </strong>" He paused momentarily to give her the opportunity to focus upon what he was saying, "<strong>I'm going to show you the depth of my love on this trip…</strong>"<br><br>As if to emphasize his point, Sean buried a finger of the hand that had been previously gropping at her breast into her juicy pussy. A come-hither motion falling into rhythm within her. "<strong>Tell me what you want… I want to hear it. Don't make me assume, my love.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 02:34:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">Richard wasted no time at all; not a moment after Emily's legs spread, did Richard shove his finger as far into her depths as he possibly could. Emily's spine straightened, as he began pumping in and out of her, collecting a copious amount of juices in the process. By now, she was wanting him to fuck her, that much was clear. The spark in her eyes was one of pure unadulterated lust at this point, though his advances were still not enough to keep her from vigorously going about her task. <br><br>Though it was distracting, Emily was still able to keep up, the minx she was, pumping his cock like her goal was to milk him dry. Her grip fastened against his long, thick length, an impressive size to be sure. It wasn't until his cock had sprung free that Emily realized how big and thick he really was; it causing her face to heat with impatience. But it seemed Richard still was not entirely comfortable. He looked around, though not quite as nervously as the first time, perhaps less worried about being watched and more... intrigued by the concept? Her digits juggled his balls expertly, lightly rolling them between fingers and playing with the loose, hanging skin there, teasingly tugging, but being gentle enough all the same that it wasn't painful, more, thrilling.<br><br>She mewled through gritted teeth when his hand returned to her breast, fingers pinching and pulling at her pert, hardened nipple. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep up the wits of their conversation, with all of the double meanings and playful banter, her head beginning to reel with as the fog of passion thickened. At her mention of fucking, Richard's face seemed to agree, before something had convinced him to offer an alternative suggestion. It was not something Emily hadn't seen before; many men convinced themselves that only sex with someone else was cheating, so everything leading up to it, was innocent... or at least, more innocent than full-on adultery. She presumed Richard was in that category, talking himself out of a quickie in the cabana because there was so much risk involved with the possible consequences. <br><br>Giggling, Emily already started walking backwards, guiding him to the lounger, nodding her head in approval of his offer. "I'd love to let you eat me out, while I suck you off." She bit at her lip after wetting it with a trail of saliva from her tongue, and let go of his member completely, withdrawing her hands from the edge of his shorts, turning on him, and bending to adjust the seat so that it would lay completely flat. "Lay down," she offered; experience taught her that it was easier for a woman to manipulate her body when it was atop a man's, and not the other way around. "Then I'll straddle your face, and mouth-fuck you," she eagerly invited, only to take a step back to him, giving his shorts a firm tug, while leaning up, and kissing where her lips reached; at his neck. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 03:07:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6d26msOuo1rzssc8o1_1280.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily<br><br>Richard felt safer not having sex. He didn't feel like he had cheated on Sarah that way. And he wouldn't until he did penetrate another woman with his cock. He knew it wouldn't be long before that happened. In fact, he doubted he'd ever have sex with Sarah again. There was going to be too much temptation on this island, too many willing girls, and Sarah was eventually going to find out and breakup with him. And he was fine with that. He was fine with the idea of Sarah finding out and breaking up with him.<br><br>He bit his lip again and nodded his head, letting his shorts fall all the way down. He'd never been naked in the public before. Well, the Cabana proved a good deal of protection of course, but anyone walking along the beach side of it would clearly see two naked people know. Part of him hoped another girl would walk by and join in, but having a threesome might have to wait for a later date. Perhaps Emily had some friends who might be interested in that side of things down the line...<br><br>He pumped his finger into her a few more times before stepping away, laying down on the bed. His cock lay hard and flat against his toned stomach and he looked over at her expectantly, eager to taste her beaver and feel her lips wrapped around his cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 04:08:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Charles | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong>Tatiana and Tiana</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.charmedtv.ru/images/julian_mcmahon1.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center"><br>Charles was at the beach as it was usual for him, it was the logical hunting ground for the times when the Forbidden Fruit wasn't open. While he didn't think of the women he seduced exactly as prey they were certain things he did that made him think like that. Despite the optional nudity the beaches provided he wore a swimming suit, knowing that only the more forward of the females would react well to be approached by a naked man.<br><br>He had been walking around the beach for around an hour before he headed in the direction of the cabanas, he didn't carry a towel or anything and just explored. While some of the guests near the water seemed quite interesting he didn't approach any, not feeling the gut instinct that told him to act.<br><br>Deciding that acting lucky would bring him good fortune he got a pitcher of a refreshing drink before reaching the cabanas, he knew each had a set of glasses and fully intended to find someone willing to share.<br><br>When he finally reached the cabanas he looked from afar, it was easy to tell which ones were already occupied, some were heavily active, some had couples attempting to relax, and while he wasn't sure what he was looking for the moment he laid eyes on two redheaded twins he was sure that no matter what else was in the other ones he wouldn't trade.<br><br>He walked to them as one was laying on the bed. "Hi" he said from the entrance "I seem to have forgotten a glass, would you ladies mind lending me one? I'll pour some of this for you in return, I'm Charles by the way." he tried to control himself but his eyes kept taking glances at each of their bodies.<br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 04:30:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Natalie Russo. || <strong>Location:</strong> Beach. || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Andrew.</div><hr><div align="center">(http://i61.tinypic.com/2elgwm0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Her ass practically sizzled as she felt his eyes watch her every sway and she couldn't deny that it made her feel down right wicked. She felt like a sex goddess right now, something that she hadn't ever felt with her man and would no longer think about. Brandon could not cross her mind any further or she would chicken out and leave the poor man with blue balls. Besides, it would be much more fun to actually fuck him than have both of them go separate ways to satisfy themselves. She smirked to herself as she finally reached the water. She stopped for a moment and then turned her head to look over her shoulder at him.<br><br>She couldn't help but smirk at the sight of him following&nbsp; her with that hard on. He was against cliche so she would give him cliche; sex on the beach. Well, sex in the water because from experience having sex on the beach was not very fun. Sand got places sand should never ever go so it became more miserable than pleasurable. She turned back around and then waded into the water deep enough to where her lower half was submerged.<br><br>While she waited for him, he wasn't that far away, she slipped her hand into her swimsuit and downwards. She had never been this horny before from just seeing a man. She stiffened as her fingers came in contact with her clit and a blush colored her cheeks as she realized just how wet she was for him. The water lapped at her skin in a gentle motion and it helped calm her nerves as she got herself ready for him; not like she wasn't wet enough already. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, her blonde strands tickling her back. Her lips parted and a soft moan escaped, fingertips strumming her clit perfectly as she thought of all the delicious way Andrew's cock was going to take her.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 04:34:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Thea | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sean (TaintedTruth)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://image.dhgate.com/albu_377521669_00-1.0x0/black-yellow-simple-sexy-girl-lady-woman.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">The release of that low growl which came forth, vibrating through Sean's chest, was enough to make Thea sigh hotly, moaning in return, as the sound invaded her ears and sent tingles to radiate throughout every fiber of her insides. His fingers brushing over her skin seemed to leave in their stead, a path of liquid fire, lighting her skin aflame, with the sort of passion most people only read about in romance novels. The mustered up courage was hardly what Thea would constitute as aggression; in her case, it would be more along the lines of quenching her unyielding desire for him. <br><br>Maybe a factor was the Island's theme, the scent of sex wafting through the air, the allure and ardor of unashamed fervor and unforgiving sensuality. Or maybe, to a degree, it had more to do with Thea being afraid of the outcome when all was said and done here on this vacation. As if being more candid and zealous was the answer to keeping Sean from cheating on her, or ensuring that he would prove her parents wrong. Whatever it was, it pushed Thea in these moments and inspired her to press on, push past her normal limitations and come out of her shell all the more. The craving she felt for Sean was something beyond her control, something so powerful, there was no denying it or fighting it. <br><br>Feeling the tickling sensations of his lips against hers, as he groaned into their kiss, Thea responded by mimicking, purring against the lip-lock, sighing into his mouth and leaning back against his body, losing more and more strength, with every second that this continued. Yet with what happened next, it was amazing she had the strength just to keep herself upright; Sean's hand sliding down her midsection, beneath the tight, form-fitting fabric of that swimsuit, successfully pulling it down to her hips, and then her thighs, until it was loose enough to drop haphazardly around her ankles. Yet he was not finished descending those large fingers of his, not until he dove his hand between her thighs and lapped up the honeydew which formed there with two fingers. <br><br>"Aaah!" She cried out, breaking the kiss just when he did, her body trembling, the juices oozing out of her to meet with Sean's flesh. It took her a moment or two to regain her senses, but when she did, it was to notice Sean's fingers coated in a slick shine, submerging one between his lips and offering the other for her. Though the sight was not an uncommon one, it still felt so naughty, yet erotic. Watching him tasting her essence made her gulp audibly, before leaning in and sliding her tongue along the length of his finger, holding his gaze with hers, before dipping down to trap his finger between her lips, suckling against it all the way down until she reached his knuckle, and only then bobbing back up for air once more, licking her lips afterward, making sure she collected all of the remnants. <br><br>Without even realizing it, he had guided her to the bed, only noticing when the backs of her knees hit the edge. Thea looked at him bewildered, obviously confused about how they wound up there, not remembering using her legs at all, it was as if they floated there. She listened intently to his words, her brows furrowing with concentration, wanting to believe more than anything else, that he meant what he said, and wanted nothing more than to leave this Island, still engaged to him; the only difference being perhaps, an even stronger connection than the one they had before, an even deeper love for one another. She felt as if she should promise something to him too, but couldn't find the words. "I... Sean, I..." she trailed off, the intensity of this passionate moment making it difficult for her to focus. And just when she thought she knew what to say, he penetrated another finger inside of her soaking pussy, making Thea squeal at the suddenness, and sheer intoxication of such a feeling. <br><br>Her balance at this point had faltered, and ended with her falling to the bed, landing on her back, using her elbows to prop herself up, though her legs were widely spread and inviting as she looked up to him, her whole face slightly reddened at this point. Despite how good she was getting at being forward and saying the right things, she still couldn't bring herself to say 'fuck.' She wasn't one of those girls who said 'fuck me;' it was hard enough just feeling comfortable saying 'cock' and 'pussy,' but 'fuck' was still far out of her comfort zone. Instead, she would work around it, knowing he wanted to hear her plead for him. "I want you," she said simply, her voice no louder than a whisper. "Please, take me, Sean... my love. Make love to me." Watching him while biting her lower lip, she waited, fixated on him, to see what he would do and what would happen next, while her body trembled against the sheets.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 05:21:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Russell</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Temptation/8a12414c-6d1f-47ff-a1e3-13a6c4f01a66_zps1f070d92.jpg)</div>It was natural and easy to slide right into the comfort of her husband's arms. They'd been together for some time now and the way it felt to be surrounded by him seriously never got old. He'd reach for her and she'd be right there, her back arching slightly as she pressed against him, her breasts pushing right up against the solid wall of his chest. His lips sought out hers and she lifted them without hesitation, enjoying the brief taste of him though it and the light caress of his fingers on her bare skin made her want more.<br><br>"Well, I'm glad you like it," she responded, her hands sliding up his arms and the strength they held to loop around his neck. A few strands of sunlight that filtered in from the window caught on her ring, making it sparkle as it went and the sight had her smiling all over again. That never got old either. <br><br>Her smile was a bit easier this time, her nerves having receded enough not to be occupying her mind quite so thoroughly while he held her close and his scent invaded her nostrils. "What do I wanna do first? Hmm... that's a tough one." She all but purred as she stretched up to press a kiss to his chin, his facial hair tickling her slightly. She might not be able to talk herself out of her nervousness but distraction she could totally, and eagerly, do. <br><br>Her fingers stroked along the back of his neck, toying with the small hairs at his nape while she nuzzled closer. "Let's see... We could cuddle up and take a nap," her nose wrinkled adorably before Sabrina gave a slight shake of her head. They would have plenty of time for that later once they were worn out from everything else. <br><br>"Um, we could go and try and grab a bite to eat..." she nipped his ear lobe softly as if indicating some sort of hunger, which wasn't far off though it wasn't food she was craving. Not when she'd been so good all day, behaving and not doing things like trying to get them both into the mile high club when they were on the plane--she was secretly pouting somewhat over that one. Still, she continued on. "We could of course skip that and just hit the bar instead, or," one hand slid down from his neck, gliding over his chest, "we could go for a swim or hit the hot tubs..." <br><br>Sabrina let her voice trail off as the her hand finally slipped all the way down Russell's torso only to slip beneath his shirt to find the warm, taut abs hidden below. Her fingertips slowly began to trace the contours she could feel there, her nails scraping lightly against his flesh. "I dunno baby," she murmured, her lips pressing to his jawline in a teasing kiss, "Going down to the beach could be fun. The water looked so clean and pretty. Of course, that means we have to change clothes first." Her fingers kept tracing his abs but her other hand slid higher into his hair, showing that she was clearly able to multitask when she wanted. She only ever went so far but she couldn't deny that she liked teasing Russell. She liked when she could see his intentions shift from whatever else to her alone. It gave her a rush like no other and usually had her barely resisting the urge to squirm against him. <br><br>She did lift her head though, her green eyes picking up an almost silvery hue as she met his gaze with her own, a playful and slightly devilish grin curving her lips. Lips that she brought closer to his before speaking again. "If you like that idea I could help you out of these... you know, since I'm right here and all." Sabrina tugged at his shirt, her lips still hovering near his. "Unless you had other ideas, I mean?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedTruth</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 05:39:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Sean | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Thea (Mellific)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa284/Shakey_Bones/74f1022a-15b9-480e-bb23-642e47ac7c95.jpg)</div><br><em>There they are…</em> Sean thought as the intoxicating noises flittered from her mouth to fall upon his ears. Each little moan, gasp, and sigh acting as a ray of sunshine upon a sun-starved plant… uplifting his spirits and causing a grin so bold that it nearly stretched from ear to chin. The shocked gasp, elicited from his digit seeking out her depths being the one that caused his cock to twitch in anticipation. Nearly, breaking his resolve to maintain the leisure pace that he was setting with her. His mind wandering towards what noises she would be making as he buried his thick shaft deep inside of her, knocking upon the entrance of her womb. Her innocence and her vocal manner always being the two things that could chip away at his rough exterior, threatening to shatter his bad-boy image.<br><br>As she fell away from him, onto the bed, his finger slipping from her depths to once again rise to his mouth. Which, eagerly pulled the glistening fluid from his flesh… rolling the substance around in his mouth in an effort to savor every drop of it. The sight of her propped up on her elbows with her legs splayed open, her clean shaven pussy winking at him with her apparent need caused Sean to shake his head. Almost, as if he were trying to wake from a dream. Which, he emphasized by playfully pinching himself on the arm. His sapphire eyes shining, no longer consumed by lust… but shrouded in the love that he felt for Thea. “<strong>Goddamnit, I’m a lucky man.</strong>”<br><br>He said as he ascended onto the bed, his right knee touching down upon the mattress first. Followed by his left arm and then a repetition of the actions with the other limbs as he crawled up and in between those long elegant legs of his future wife. Nothing else mattered at this point, fuck the island… the temptation that awaited… all of it. Damn, it all to hell. He could handle all of it, because in the end she was the only thing that mattered in this world. She’d given him purpose, a reason to better himself, and the feeling of being important. All of these things were foreign concepts to him before she had come along. She was everything to him, now and forever.<br><br>“<strong>I love you, Thea.</strong>” Sean said with a tone that spoke of the severity of the feelings that coursed through him in that instant.<br><br>He wouldn’t fail her… he’d never been so certain of something in his life, if only he could get her and those questioning parents of hers to see the depth of his devotion. So, that is what this journey had become to him. A means to an end. The key that he would use to finally break open the final lock that guarded her heart from the fear of the unknown.<br><br>“<strong>It will be my pleasure to make love to you, my dear… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.</strong>” He said as his crawling form finally settled atop of hers. His tattooed chest hovering above hers as his thighs brushed the underside of her deliciously toned ones. He dipped his head low to place a gentle kiss, so soft as if a butterfly had landed and then fluttered away from her luscious lips. No tongue… only a small heart-felt genuine kiss that as he pulled back away from it he spoke. “<strong>Don’t change… never change.</strong>”<br><br>Once again, his head dipped low… his lips skirting upon her ear and trailing down along her jawline and onto her neck where he decided to finally plant his lips in a kiss. The heat from his breath as he had moved was aimed to heighten her desire and make her realize that despite his exterior… he would always be more than what he appeared to be for her. With parting lips and a flick of his tongue, Sean moved back towards the cartilage of her ear which he seized between his teeth. Lightly chewing upon the lobe so that he could place a whisper into her ear. “<strong>You’re so beautiful.</strong>”<br><br>The words were released just as his right hand had seized his cock and ran it’s tip along the length of her slit a few times. “<strong>I love you…</strong>” Leaving his lips once again as he began to slowly push his girth into her tight welcoming sheath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 06:32:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Baldwin &nbsp;|| <strong>Location:</strong> &nbsp;Beach. || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Natalie</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/qOeUk0g.jpg)</div><br>Drew could barely believe what was happening right in front of him. Sure, he didn't have much of a problem with girls. In fact, he was very, <em>very</em> good with girls. But the way this blonde siren - whose name he didn't even know yet - was behaving was stroking his ego in ways he had never imagined before. He had never been so aroused by anyone else before, especially for someone he had only just barely met. He had to subtly sneak a palm down the waistband of the board shorts that hugged his ass, giving his right cheek a good, hard pinch to make sure he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. A sharp wave of pain screamed across his posterior and sure enough, that clearly horny nymph was right there in front of him, steadily luring him down into the water.<br><br>For a moment, he was sure that he had just met an actual mythical siren, and he was gonna get led down into the sea and drown. <em>Well, there are worse ways to die, I guess.</em> The erection pushing against the flexible fabric of his shorts had never ached so badly before.<br><br>It was in the moment when she tossed her head and luscious blonde locks over her shoulder to lure him over when he was surely hooked. Hook, line and sinker. Wasn't he supposed to be <em>the</em> tempter? It didn't matter anymore. Sliding his arms around a stranger's sun-kissed midriff had never felt more natural to him when they were waist-deep in the warm water, pointedly prodding and sliding his throbbing girth against the valley of her cheeks as his lips teased their way along her jawline, taking his time to savor the shock of the taste of her very skin for the first time before their lips met. It was then when he figuratively reached into his typical bag of tricks: the Drew Fix and Flank where his left palm crawled upwards towards her breast whilst distracting her with the beginning stages of the kiss, and the right meandered down towards her pelvis. He was mentally gasping in surprise at finding her arm was already flush down against her pelvis, wrist hovering where her bikini bottom should be.<br><br><em>Is she touching herself already?!</em><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 07:06:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong>Tiana Marie. || <strong>Location:</strong> Private Cabana. || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Tati, Charles, OPEN.</div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/2ceojsz.jpg)</div><br>Despite being the shyer one of the twins, Tiana had no problem displaying her body when it came to bikinis. She chalked it up to the fact that she wore skimpier outfits when it came to her dancing. Often she had to explain that her kind of dance did not involve a stripper pole and heels. The type of dance she did was contemporary and dealt with a lot more than grace than what stripping offered. She gave her twin a smile, her own arm reaching around to lay around Tati's waist. She had to give her twin some credit that this was a good idea. Even if the nagging thoughts that her time would be better spent dancing. She chuckled at her twins statement and nudged shoulders. "Just like I'm here to not work, you're here not to work either! I'll buy you that first drink so you can shut up about it." She stuck her tongue out, enjoying teasing her twin.<br><br>She was going to say something else until she had no choice but to follow the direction of where her twin was pointing; to which she was not disappointed. They might not share everything in common but men and women they definitely did. Their parents taught them to share and on the right occasion, such as Temptation Island, they would do more than their fair share of sharing.<br><br>Rolling her eyes, she forgot about the man and focused back on her twin. If she wasn't careful, Tati would do something that would land both of them in trouble and she would have to bail her twin out; not that she ever mind considering that Tati had to make it up to her. Shaking her head, she walked step in step with her twin till her twin suddenly left her side and flounced onto a very comfy looking cabana bed. She stood at the foot and crossed her arms, the action pushing her breasts up a little more as she looked down at her twin. "You just love to make yourself at home!" She playfully accused her twin. She had a half urge to turn back and go back to their tiki but that would disappoint Tati and she had made herself clear that she wasn't allowed to sit on the sidelines. "Scoot over."<br><br>She joined her twin on the bed, her red hair fanning out behind her and she moaned softly as the bed molded to her body. She laid on her back until a masculine voice called out to them. It was a stupid urge to try and cover up but the voice had startled her so she remained quiet for now and let her twin do all the talking. It was a bit hard to come out of her comfort zone but she would try!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 08:33:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">Admittedly, part of her was very much turned on that Richard barely could convince himself to part with the slick walls of her pussy, not able to pull back from her ensnarement until the lounger was ready to be laid upon. It emitted a grin from her, the way he pumped his arm a couple more times, as if wanting to ensure that she would remain just as wet and ready as ever, for his mouth. Watching him as he shifted, laying out on the horizontal chair, which was purposely too large for one person, Emily's grin couldn't help but to grow. That cock which waited for her was twitching with anticipation, rock-hard and ready for action. Decidedly, she stepped over the heap of his shorts which rested on the cabana's platform, stepping toward him and kneeling against the plush chair, picking herself up and onto it, facing the water. <br><br>She placed her hands down for gained leverage, one on either side of his waist, before gently hoisting one leg over his body, so that her knees were on either side of his neck. It was somewhat tricky, but only because the center of gravity for the lounger was not the same as it might be on a bed. Before giving him a chance to taste her, hips hovering over his face but still just far enough away, she dipped her head, using one hand to flex his cock smally, so that it pointed to the roof of the cabana. Her fingers wrapped around his firmness and lightly began to stroke from his base to along the length of his shaft, lining up his massive length with her lips, before pressing them against the small slit at his cock-head. <br><br>"Mmm," she murmured against his dick, letting the vibrations flow through his rod. Wetly, her lips would part, making room for her tongue to slide out and lap against the sensitive helmet, rotating in languid circles against the perimeter of his tip. Her mouth opened wider as her tongue worked the circles, breathing out hot exhales against his member, twisting her hips as they hovered overhead, swaying them from side to side. With a firm grip held on his cock, she would then finally widen her mouth's opening, and dip down against his length, tongue lapping the underbelly of his girth, while she descended his length. Groaning softly as her mouth became fuller and fuller, not stopping the descent until she felt him at the back of her throat, and only then suctioning her lips around the circumference of his fat hardness, bobbing back up again. Slowly she started to suck him off like this, her hand stroking him where her mouth could not reach, but getting a taste of as much of his member as she possibly could. Only then would she spread her knees and lower her hips down toward his face, waiting to feel his mouth working against her highly aroused pussy. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 16:50:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6d26msOuo1rzssc8o1_1280.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily<br><br>Richard stared up at the slick smooth pussy that hovered over his face as her hand stroked the length of his cock. Was he really about to do this? Was he really about to get oral sex while giving it, to a girl he had only just met? The answer, of course, was YES! A soft moan escaped his throat as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue starting to rub against it. She swirled her tongue and did things with it that Sarah had never done. The rare cock sucking that Sarah had done paled in comparison to what Emily was doing, and she was only getting started.<br><br>She took his cock deeper until it was pressing the back of her throat. And she didn't gag. The one time his cock had gone that far in Sarah's mouth, she had come up choking and gagging and put an end to that oral session. So he moaned with pleasure again at the new feeling, her hand stroking the rest of his cock that her mouth didn't encompass. And then she lowered her pussy down onto his open mouth.<br><br>He hooked his arms around her hip, hands grabbing her ass and spreading her cheeks as she lowered down onto him. His mouth hungrily sucked her pussy for a few moments, enjoying the taste of her pussy much more then the rare taste of Sarahs. His tongue quickly flicked out and began lapping along her slit, pushing in among her folds to tongue her opening for a few moments before moving down to lavish her clit. He had always loved eating pussy but Sarah, well, Sarah wasn't all that into it herself. Emily, though, the girl seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marconi Drake</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 17:26:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Russell || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sabrina</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj529/marconidrake/ti_zps46922b4c.jpg)</div><br>Sabrina's smile was back. Not the forced one she had given him through the tour -&nbsp; the real one, that never failed to light up the room when she graced him with it. It just made Russell's own grin break out larger and his arms tighten around her when she slipped in closer, pressing her warm curves against the solid wall of his body. He dipped his head down to allow her arms to slip in around his neck, the action bringing his cheek close enough to scrape against her own. <br><br>The two of them stood in the middle of the room, swaying gently as they go over the options. He was barely listening to them, really. He hated to travel. Long lines, uncomfortable plane seats. And, of course, no opportunity to hold his wife like this.&nbsp; So he was soaking in the chance, having missed the feel of those warm, full curves against his strong body. He couldn't help but lean in to press a kiss to the bridge of her nose when it wrinkled cutely, one of the things that always got to him. <br><br>It was obvious that Sabrina's thoughts weren't on what the resort could offer them, not just right now. But that suited Russell fine. She was teasing him, winding him up. Those delicate fingers that slipped under his shirt and danced along the solid muscles of his chest. Somehow, she always knew exactly how to get him to push all other thoughts from his mind, and only focus on her. And he always loved it. His heart can be felt pounding inside his chest, tapping out a staccato rhythm under her touch. <br><br>His own large hand falls from where it rested on her back. Thick fingers dragging down the curve of her spine, teasing every little bump that he can feel under her thin top. It continues down, until fingers slide over the rounded cheeks of her ass. Palm pressing lightly as he tugs her in closer. His lips come down to press to the curve of her exposed shoulder. Dusting the golden flesh with light kisses which trail from the edge, along into the small of her neck. <br><br>A sharp groan vibrates from his lips into her skin when she mentions helping him with his clothing. A slight nod, his hand dragging over the ass trapped in that little skirt.<br><br>"I think so...would be the most efficient way, I think. <br><br>Does this mean I finally get to see that swimsuit that you've been hiding from me for months?'<br><br>She took every chance since they agreed to the trip to drop hint on how incredible this swimsuit looks, but never letting him see it. Another one of the wicked ways she would get his mind spinning. He was now eager to see it. The kisses continue along Sabrina's neck, savouring the slight spice on her warm skin. At the same time, he is using the strength of his body to push her back some, until the backs of her legs meet the bed. Strong arms lowering her down on to the soft mattress, and he follows. Heavy weight pressing down on her frame, lips tracing up to her earlobe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 17:36:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Natalie Russo. || <strong>Location:</strong> Beach. || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Andrew.</div><hr><div align="center">(http://i61.tinypic.com/2elgwm0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"></div><br><div align="center">She was lost in her own self pleasure that when Drew touched her, she jolted in surprise, her body careening back into his with her rear coming into contact with his erection. She gasped softly at how right his cock felt against her ass and her abs tightened in desire. His touch felt even better than what she imagined, goosebumps prickling her skin with each tantalizing kiss. Nipples hardened and pressed against her top just aching to be touched, licked, sucked anything at this point! She felt her knees threaten to buckle beneath her as he kissed her. <br><br>She came alive at his touch and twisted her upper body to have a better reach for him, even though her hand in her bikini bottoms was trapped underneath his wandering hand. As they kissed, her tongue lapped slowly at his lower lip, letting it tease him before slipping away. Her hips pushed and swirled back against only to stop before he got to excited. She didn't want this to end so soon so she broke the kiss, giving him a smile.<br><br>"You should feel how wet I am." Huskiness filled his ear as her hand moved from underneath from his, fingers wrapping around his wrist. She gently pulled his fingers downwards to just give him the briefest touch of her wetness below. "Feel that, baby." She whispered, continuing the tease of just barely giving him a touch of her pussy.<br><br>Her free hand wasted no time however. Fingertips touched his hip, swirled across his lower belly before pulling his board shorts away from his body. She moaned in delight when she felt his throbbing hardness and she couldn't wait any longer to feel his package. Slipping her hand into the shorts, she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, her thumb moving back and forth slowly underneath the crown. She felt like a pretzel all wrapped around him as she thanked her gymnastics background for being so flexible. She peered up at him, lust in her eyes and whispered an order.<br><br>"Fuck me with those fingers, please." She practically whined the last word in need as her hand, holding his, pulled his fingers to completely touch her pussy.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 17:48:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Baldwin &nbsp;|| <strong>Location:</strong> &nbsp;Beach. || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Natalie</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/qOeUk0g.jpg)</div><br>Drew wasn't going to be instructed. That was just not how the game was played with him. Yes, he could be lured, but directing him to do things to her just <em>isn't done.</em> A broad smile graceed his lips while she was tugging and teasing at his lower lip, displacing her fingers to burrow his digits underneath her bottom to sample the sultry moistness she offered to him. Instead of merely complying with her plea to be finger-banged, he took their initial dance for power up a notch.<br><br>Reaching into the small of her back, he found the knot that kept her bikini top together. undoing it in a single masterful flick that causes her top to flutter and float away, following the sea breeze which sends it irretrievably off the coast and onto the waves. Having the lusty siren so conveniently twisted and wrapped around his body was an utter godsend as this made it impossible to writhe or back away as he paid heed only to the plot that runs in his mind, ripping their kiss apart whilst his lips found themselves suckling on a bare nipple, sending sharp and rapid bites upon her areola and times it in tandem with an assault on her clit made possible by his thumb which pulled up the hood which concealed most of it, utterly exposing the pearl to a pair of fingertips which kneaded aggressively upon it and guaranteed to send a shock of pleasure up her spine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 22:59:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Thea | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sean (TaintedTruth)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://image.dhgate.com/albu_377521669_00-1.0x0/black-yellow-simple-sexy-girl-lady-woman.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">With the sweet taste of her arousal still residing against her taste-buds, Thea grew thirsty for the taste of him instead. Watching as he brought his drenched fingers to his lips, as if her juices were delectable, she felt her face burning, a deepened shade of crimson likely striking her cheeks. Unable to keep from breathing in a sharp breath, as she watched him lewdly lick those fingers, committing her taste to memory, Thea chewed on her lower lip. It was probably similar, she imagined, to how Thea felt whenever graced with the sight of Sean's erection, knowing she was the only one responsible for that kindling fire. <br><br>In a way, just knowing that he found her sexy was satisfying enough, especially after four years, that passion they each held for one another only blossoming, rather than ever fading. It often felt like a recurring dream, which they joked about with one another on more than one occasion, emitting a giggle from her full lips when he pinched himself. That smile remained for a few moments before fading, brightening up her face and causing her features to look all the more striking. Her legs twitched when she laughed, yet remained just as widely spread as before, her nectar pooling up between the bare lips of her pussy, almost glimmering in the cascading rays of sunlight which filtered in through the window. The only reason that smile faded at all was due to the sudden change of mood, as Sean began to climb over her. <br><br>"No, <em>I'm</em> the lucky one," she quipped back, shaking her head at his confession. Her gaze met his then, the intensity of her eyes proving such remarkable sincerity. Truly, it was what she believed, too. Here he was, with her, fighting to prove his love for her and dedication to her, striving to prove her parents wrong, so inspired to commit himself to her for the rest of their days. Shuffling back against the bed to create more space for him, their bodies moving together until they both comfortably fit, strewn across the width of the enormous bed. When they had stopped, their stares affixed, Sean hovering over her, thighs pressed against the backs of hers, hands on either side of her face, he then made her heart skip a beat, by saying those three words she'd never get tired of hearing. <br><br>Every time he said he loved her, she felt the fluttering of her heart, before it would inevitably speed up in her chest, hammering against her rib cage. Shallow breathing hitched in her throat momentarily, before she was able to regain her senses. "I love you, Sean." She spoke every word purposefully, so that each was rich in meaning, and pure in motive. It wasn't spoken out of obligation, as some couples did, only returning the sentiment of love when their partner had said it first. Thea felt as if she could say those three words to him at any point in time, even in the midst of a disagreement, because the feelings she had for him were so intense that she knew no matter of arguing could ever interrupt the gravity of said love. <br><br>When he dipped down and spoke about making love to her so fluently, Thea was back to quivering, feeling the passion in his words, knowing there was no risk in it being an empty promise. Before she could think of any words to mutter back in response, he was already craning down and pressing a chaste kiss against her lips. Thea's lashes fluttered shut, as their lips meshed quaintly, before he pulled away again. Interestingly, the soft kisses were just as powerful to Thea, as those hungry, passionate ones were; both managing to speak, in different volumes, just how badly he wanted and needed her. Yet when his lips left hers, she still yearned for more, reaching up with her arms and hooking them around his shoulders, letting her fingers climb steadily along the nape of his neck, coaxing through his short locks until they reached the brim of his hat, and pushed it off his head, sending it to fall unceremoniously against the bed. <br><br>The words he spoke next were enough to shock her again, making her mouth drop open as he professed that she should never change. Yet she was far from perfect, and surely he knew that. It had always been enough to keep her on her toes, the way that Sean could balance the bad-boy, rebellious image, with that sensitive, seriously romantic side of him, which only she had the privilege of seeing. Yet she loved that about him; that there was far more depth to him than met the eye; if only her parents believed her when she told them so. He leaned down again, and this time Thea's legs wrapped loosely around his lower back, ankles locking in place, almost pressing him nearer to her, but managing to resist the urge to do so. Her hands still weaved through his hair as his lips found her neck, making her head tilt to the side, freeing more sensitive skin for his lips to invade. She gaped, her back arching, and causing her hips to undulate beneath him, as he devoured her innocence, nipping at her earlobe and sending wave after wave of shivers down her spine. <br><br>"Uuunh, Sean..." she moaned his name, though this time it hardly sounded accusatory, this time it sounded more like the culmination of pleasure. His whispered compliment caused her ear to twitch, the rest of her body practically writhing beneath him, completely reeling with lust and love for this man. Of course, just when he would be entirely smooth with his words, that was when Thea could think of nothing to say in return. Her head shook, as if in protest, though she knew better than to try and convince him out of a paid compliment. Still, for the humble young woman, it was difficult to accept them. Her spine straightened suddenly, when his cock-head wedged between the slick lips of her pussy, making her gasp deeply. Body trembling and begging by now, her teeth ground together as he pressed his thick, long, hard-on against her tight, bright pink entrance. A salacious moan left her then, catching her slightly off guard, and making her words come out in an out-of-breath whisper, "I love you." <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 04:25:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Tatianna || <strong>Location:</strong> The Beach || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Tiana, OPEN.</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/ef1d109b3392aec173e9f16ee71978ca/tumblr_n9cwa00Fd91tecakpo1_1280.jpg)</div>Tati looked up at Tiana and grinned, flicking her tongue out at her sister in a somewhat lewd gesture in response to her playful accusation. "Of course I do! Why shouldn't I?" She moved over out of the center of the bed to make room and chuckled. "You'd be much more relaxed if you did it too. Just go ahead and make yourself riiight at home. No one will object." <br><br>Rolling onto her side she watched with bright eyes as her twin lay down, the curve of her lips taking on an impish cast at the moan that escaped her. Only a few minutes in the company of the pair would reveal that the two were very comfortable with each other, often crossing the boundaries that most would have in place by default. It wasn't something done on purpose, but neither did Tati bother to shy away from it. If others had a problem they could go and fuck themselves... literally. <br><br>"See, feels amazing to just let--" her voice trailed off at the sound of a male voice. Unlike her twin she didn't jump or try to cover anything but simply turned her attention to man that had approached. The hand that had been reaching out toward her sister didn't pause either and scooping up a few of the splayed locks she toyed with them idly while she let her gaze roam over the man in question with unabashed directness. <br><br>Her first impression was that he was a bit older than she might have expected. Of course that didn't bother her in the slightest as he was without a doubt an attractive male specimen in excellent shape. And he came bearing gifts! "Well whaddya know, Ti... seems somebody saw fit to grant my wish after all," she purred, speaking of the comment she'd made only a short while ago. Tiana had gone quiet but Tati wasn't about to let her try and squirm away or fade into the background. Looking to the handsome older man she made a vague gesture, "Help yourself, Charles. I do like a man who knows how to share." She chuckled and nudged her twin as she made herself more comfortable. "This here is Tiana and I'm Tatianna. We're very pleased to make your acquaintance. Have you uh, been on the island long?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 04:50:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">In the distance, the beach was becoming busier, couples walking along the shallow water, some even taking a dip within the Ocean, several people walking past the cabanas, glancing at the semi-public show on display in that first one. Some stared and gawked, while others seemed to think nothing of it, as if such an intimate affair happening right out in the open, was common place. So Richard would get the attention he was secretly craving, a mix of reactions and responses, yet all the same, no one would have the audacity to interrupt them or tell them to stop. <br><br>As Emily lowered herself onto his length, letting her mouth get stuffed with his handsome size, she would bring her free hand to his jewels, beginning to massage them and lightly pad at them with her fingertips, teasing the loose flesh. A woman who was able to multi-task, she continued pumping his cock in her other grip as well, simultaneously working over his cock with every available tool she possessed. Though she would have preferred riding that dick and shaking the posts of the cabana, Emily would settle for the sixty-nine, her cheeks hollowing as lips suctioned around his member, bobbing her head up and down his length a little faster than before, setting a rhythm in place. <br><br>Once her hips lowered enough, Richard wasted no time, wrapping his arms around her hips and holding her in place, as he sucked against the folds of her wet pussy. Her hips began to lightly sway and grind against the work of his mouth as Richard's tongue found more direction, lapping against her clit and applying a bit of hungry force to crane his tongue within her opening. "Nngh," her moan was muffled, with his cock stuffed deeply inside of her mouth, yet the noise was enough to give way and prove just how much she relished the feeling. Drool began to drip down his shaft as she sucked him off, her tongue still gliding and swirling against the rigid side of his length, from within her mouth. Stroking and sucking his cock, a coating of her saliva making his rod shine, adding a liquid lubricant, as she treated his cock like a Popsicle which she revered.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 05:41:38</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.charmedtv.ru/images/julian_mcmahon1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Charles | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong>Tatiana and Tiana</div><hr><br>Charles took in the information he had, one of the twins was shyer than the other, as she jumped at her voice and deferred to the other when it came to answering him. The other one Tatianna, she was certainly not shy, he smiled at her as she took in his body, and the mention of sharing didn't go unnoticed by him. They were very comfortable with one another, and a part of Charles dared to dream with sharing them.<br><br>He walked in as he got invited and got the glasses, pouring one for each of them. "Yes, I've been here quite a while. Only way I would leave is if they were to kick me out." He handed Tatianna her drink first, figuring her sister would follow suit. "I'm curious about that wish that was mentioned when I first got here, we could incorporate into our toast perhaps."<br><br>He slid on the bed as well without displacing either of them, everything in the island was accommodating, the three of them fit perfectly on the bed, and it was also sturdy enough for any heavy activity they could choose to perform. He knew that his thoughts were moving perhaps too quickly, but he figured it would be alright as long as he didn't voice them.<br><br>He lifted his glass in the air "Any suggestions then?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 07:31:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Russell</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Temptation/8a12414c-6d1f-47ff-a1e3-13a6c4f01a66_zps1f070d92.jpg)</div>His fingers stroking down her spine sent a shiver of desire through her, making her press tighter to him while a sigh of pleasure filtered from her lips. Heat seemed to follow that caress as it went, streaking down her back until it hit her core and the moment his hand cupped the curve of her ass it seemed to blossom, spreading outward until her whole body felt arm and faintly tingled with the need for more of his touch. It was things like this that had allowed her to overlook the rather tame nature of their sex life to begin with. She loved him, loved what he did to her and how he made her feel. Warm, safe, protected, treasured, and yes, undeniably sexy. It was in Russell's arms that Sabrina first understood what it was her mother had been searching for--though she'd gone about it in entirely the wrong way. Sabrina had thought her fear of ending up like her mother might have been great enough to doom her to a life alone but she'd gotten so very lucky when she'd met Russell and things had just seemed to click with the somewhat quiet man. <br><br>The kisses he pressed to her skin only added fuel to the growing flame inside her, especially as his face nuzzled into her neck, an especially sensitive place. The groan that dragged from his lips caused her breath to hitch as her pussy reacted to the sound, clenching hard with need. If possible her smile grew wider, her his shifting as his hand wandered over the curves he loved so much. "Efficient... yeah, that was totally what I was thinking." She agreed with a giggle through the haze of desire that was rising. <br><br>"Mmm... maaayyyybe. If you're really good I'll give you a peek," she teased. She'd bought a couple swimsuits actually, all with him in mind, though she wasn't telling him that now. She didn't want to distract him from the kisses he was placing on her neck or the way his hands were staking their claim on her body. <br><br>Sabrina was aware of being maneuvered back toward the bed and there were no objections on her part. They'd come to this amazingly gorgeous tropical paradise and yet, at the moment they could have been anywhere in the world for all she cared. By the time her legs butted up against the bed all she could think about was having Russell lodged as deep inside her as he could get. She thought about telling him, about whispering in his ear how she wanted him to fuck her, to take her hard and fast and make her scream, the urge so strong the words were damn near on the tip of her tongue, but instead she held back. She bit her bottom lip to keep them from escaping, to keep from potentially ruining the moment as she'd never dared to speak quite so blatantly to Russell before. Instead she simply focused on what was already there, her body going with his urging, purring in delight as his solid weight came down on top of her. Unconsciously her thighs opened to cradle his larger body, the movement forcing her skirt to begin sliding upward to bare her curves and bunch at her waist. Her hips began to move, rocking against him with slow undulations that telegraphed her need quite clearly even if she wouldn't speak it directly. Though that didn't mean she couldn't say anything at all...<br><br>"Can I tell you a secret baby?" Her breathing was a touch faster, her heart beating in her chest in a rhythm that matched his. "I've wanted you <em>all</em> day." She admitted, her hands going to the hem of his shirt and pulling it up and off so she'd have more access to his skin and the firm muscles he kept hidden. "It's been driving me crazy. Thinking about your hands on me and these sexy muscles and the way you feel sooo good pressed up against me." The words came out on a moan as her fingers slid through his dark hair and she nuzzled closer. Already the colorful scrap of material that passed for her panties was growing damp with her arousal and if he bothered to check he would find her more than ready for him, adding weight to the truth she'd spoken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marconi Drake</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 10:13:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Damien || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples tiki suite, the beach || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Open</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj529/marconidrake/marco_zpse82dc209.jpg)</div><br>Damien moved quietly as he stepped out of one of the suits, doing up the button of his shorts and threading his belt through his buckle as he stepped out into the sun. He was careful as he shut the door behind him, not wanting to wake the petite brunette that was sleeping inside. Not that his silence was out of any real concern for letting the woman get sleep -- in fact, he wanted her to be asleep so that she wouldn't have time to clean up the little cabin before her boyfriend came home. He had come upon her, sunning out on one of the deck chairs while her boyfriend was out on a fishing charter or something like that. Only took a few minutes of charming before the brunette dragged him back into the cabin. Easiest prey he's had all week. <br><br>He had left the place a mess, as they had made use of every surface in the tiki hut. Bed rumpled, clothes torn, the room smelling of sex. And her passed out, utterly exhausted from the wild afternoon. Hell, even if she did wake up and get the place clean, Damien had gotten a hold of the poor bastard's phone on the nightstand and filmed the thing without the woman knowing. No way her infidelity would stay secret for long. <br><br>The thought brought a smile to Damien's face. He always said he was doing these couples a favour: let them see if their relationship could really stand up to anything. But really, that was a justification and he knew it. Damien liked the sex, stoking the fires of lust to burn so brightly in a woman that she gave in, even when she knew it was wrong. And he loved to see the destruction it left in its wake. <br><br>He had taken a bottle of water from the hut's fridge - wouldn't be missed when the boyfriend got home and the fighting started. But the afternoon had left him dehydrated. Bringing the bottle up to his lips, Damien moves across to the lovely beach. Bare feet sliding over the hot sand. Eyes sweeping out over the beach. Taking in the sights. And not just the natural beauty. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 16:01:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6d26msOuo1rzssc8o1_1280.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily<br><br>Richard was blissfully unaware that the beach activity was starting to pick up and countless people had seen him getting his cock sucked by some one other then the girl he had arrived at the Island with. Of course, they only had a good look at his saliva-covered cock and not his face, which was buried between Emily's legs. Not that he knew anyone else on the island and, if anything, some of the other ladies might be interested in him after seeing him in such a state of arousal. One could only hope.<br><br>He moaned against her pussy as she fondled his balls and went to work on his cock with her mouth. He was ashamed to admit that he wasn't going to last much longer, but such was the thrill of what he was doing that he was almost overwhelmed with mental stimulation. He shifted slightly, pressing his cock further up into her mouth, as he hungrily continued to lick her pussy. All his attention now was on her clit. He even slid his hand around more, slipping a finger into her wet pussy, starting to slide it back and forth even as he continued with his tongue.<br><br>And then he hit that point of no return. His balls churned together and his body went tense - about the only warning she would get - but he erupted into her mouth. He moaned with pleasure, his motions on her pussy ceasing, as spurt after spurt of his seed jettisoned into her mouth. His cock swelled and pulsated as the first orgasm in over three years caused by another woman took over his body. It lasted several seconds before his stiff body began to relax under her, chest heaving as he panted for breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 22:22:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">The moan that came from his lips caused her slit to tremble slightly, the juices continuing to build and flow, mixing with his saliva as his mouth and tongue seized her. Her thighs tensed while her hips started to careen in their positioning over his face. The heat trapped at her core started to expand throughout her insides, burning brightly for this man she'd just met, in the midst of such a lewd act, in the cabana. The idea that he would be picturing this moment for hours to come, jacking off to the memory in the bathroom, while his girlfriend was sleeping in their couples bed, was all Emily needed. <br><br>His hips bucked upward, pressing his cock further into her throat, making the back of Emily's throat close and shift, the tight, hot walls of her throat choking that length of his cock, forcing her to bob upward again, blinking a few rapid blinks before going right back to her masterful work. A muffled groan left her lips, which would cause his rod to pulsate, inspiring a twitch to begin, and signaling to Emily that he was likely close to finishing. Yet to his credit, Richard slid a finger within the depths of her core and started fingering her pussy, the tip of his tongue prodding and lapping at her clit, over and over.<br><br>She started stroking his cock even faster, readying her mouth for his load, when suddenly he tensed, and then, he came. Emily buried his cock within her mouth, using her hand to stroke slow, purposeful strokes, milking him dry, until she had collected all of his creamy, thick, cum, into her throat, swallowing as it shot out in spurts. His mouth left her pussy, as he groaned through his climax, cumming pretty hard by the look and sound of it, which would only add to Emily's ego. Once he finished, Emily lapped up the slit of his cock-head, before whipping her hair back, feeling it splash against her spine, as her hand rose to her mouth and wiped away any excess. She tilted her body and gracefully rolled off of him, landing gently on her feet and straightening up, leaving him exposed as watched him slowly recover. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 00:30:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6d26msOuo1rzssc8o1_1280.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily<br><br>Richard's cock was milked of its seed far better then at any other time in his life. Emily sucked him dry, using her hand to coax the last tendrils of semen out and into her mouth. He could feel her swallowing his hot load, not a drop passing her lips to dribble back down his cock. He knew girls either were repulsed by the taste of semen or enjoyed it - Sarah was the former, part of the reason she rarely took a load into her mouth, while Emily seemed to be more of the latter, almost enjoying it from the way she payed attention to the very last drop.<br><br>Once she had sucked him dry, however, she rolled off of him and stood up. He took a moment and swung his legs back over the edge, sitting upright, his cock slowly deflating as he was spent. He'd need time to recover after such a powerful orgasm before he'd be able to rise to the occasion. "That was...amazing." He says, looking up at her with a smile. "But you didn't let me finish you off." He paused, biting his lip again, before tracing his tongue around the edge of his mouth, tasting her juices on his lips.<br><br>"If you lay back down, I'll make sure you cum. Its the least I can do...I wouldn't want to be left hanging, so to speak, if I was in your position."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedTruth</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 03:27:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Sean | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Thea (Mellific)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa284/Shakey_Bones/74f1022a-15b9-480e-bb23-642e47ac7c95.jpg)</div><br>There were no words that could describe the emotions that coursed through him at her proclamation. Sure, there were some that could touch upon them… but, in truth they would only seem like a drop of water within the vast ocean that surrounded the island they were on. Each descriptive word being nothing more than a feeble attempt to match the overwhelming sensations that her words elicited from him. Her rebuttal of her being the lucky one only validating just how lucky he was to have Thea in his life.<br><br>Hearing her confess her love for him was nothing new to him, yet everytime he heard those words leave her mouth it felt like the first time. That short, yet powerful phrase causing his stomache to flip and a lump to form within his throat… a sensation that the bad-boy would never tire of. Something that he had longed to feel for the entirety of his life and a feeling that he had come to cherish more than life itself. This along with the other traits that Thea seemed to be able to coax out of him were the reasons that he had been able to drop his guard, revealing the kindhearted and loveable man beneath the brooding exterior. He felt the compulsion to reply, once again professing his love to her… yet didn't want the words to lose any strength from overuse. Though, in his heart of hearts he knew that nothing could weaken the meaning of the phrase between them.<br><br>The feeling of her nails upon the back of his neck were maddening to him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head beneath hooded lids. Only to snap open at the removal of his hat, something that only Thea could get away with… in essence exposing him. His hat was a symbol to him, a shroud that defined him... his security blanket if you will. And while, he would normally complain slightly about the action, he let it slide... the knowledge of their looming union removing any ill feelings that threatened to creep into his mind. In truth, his attachment to his hat was a silly thing… one that even he couldn't fully describe. It was simply one of his ridiculous quirks.<br><br>All of that faded into nothingness though, when Thea wrapped her legs around him. Only strengthening his desire for her, to him the action being an expression of her need for him. A subconscious gesture that meant that showed that she wanted to be bound to him… mind, body, and soul. Sean had to force himself not to drive his cock deep into her due to the feeling of her legs around him.<br><br>A slight chuckle escaping him as she shook her head at his compliment, her modesty as always touching him deeply. The simple fact that she was so stunning and yet so completely modest, was intoxicating to him. There was just something about her humble nature that acted as kindle to the fire of his heart… there was always something new that he was discovered about her, even after four years spent with her. And in this moment… it was the way her jaw clenched and she repeated those three little words upon a whisper that made his heart swell. A beaming smile gracing his face at the amount of pleasure that he was capable of bringing her.<br><br>So, as his cock slowly sank deeper into her… a groan of ecstasy escaped him. Her juicy pussy conforming to his girth to accept him within, the silken walls of her twat convulsing around him… already working on milking him of the seed that he would eventually spill into her depths. The groan ever present upon his lips, a gutteral sound that seemed to vibrate through his entire being. The sound only ceasing when he was fully seated within her… his body locking in that position to revel in the sensation of their union. Unable to control himself, Sean kissed his way from the junction of her shoulder and neck… working his way up and across her cheek until their mouths met once again. His tongue pushing past her lips to seek hers, the cold piercing upon his tongue acting as a contrast to the heat between them. <br><br>While their tongues dueled within the expanse of space that couldn't be considered his mouth or hers, his hips began to retract slowly. His cock inching out of her velvety folds, the moist lips grqsping him in an attempt to keep him lodged inside. Though, they had nothing to fear… because as the head of his cock reached her entrance… his hips reversed. Yet again, slowly pushing into her depths… him setting the pace at an agonizing speed, which he would maintain until she begged for a change.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marconi Drake</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 06:19:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Russell || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sabrina</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj529/marconidrake/ti_zps46922b4c.jpg)</div><br>Russell knew how much his wife loved it when his lips brushed along her neck, which is one of the reasons that he so often found an excuse to drag his lips against the sensitive skin. There was even a bit of a nibble there, teeth teasing over the golden flesh, before he soothed it with a gentle kiss. He raised his head enough to let his eyes meet her own for a moment, playful smile slipping onto his lips. <br><br>"Just a peek, huh?"<br><br>A wink as her legs opened, allowing him to press his strong frame directly against her own, hips nestled within her opened legs. His lips found skin again, this time on her shoulder. The rough bristles on his chin scraping against her flesh as kisses trailed down the exposed shoulder and over the delicate ridge of her collar bone. One of his hands has taken a grip of the top that Sabrina wore, tugging it down to give him more skin to tease. Lips tracing along where the swell of her breasts starts. <br><br>He would be surprised to hear those words come out of her mouth, had she not bit them back. In the past six months of marriage, after it had become "proper," they had spent a lot of time exploring each other's frames. But it was also in the same way - playful, slow, intimate. Which is how he was told you treated someone who you loved, respected -- and that is how he treated Sabrina. He had no idea that she craved something rougher, something more primal. So good she had become at keeping those needs hidden from him. <br><br>The contact with her skin is broken only so he can raise his arms up, allowing her to slip the shirt from his frame. Hard muscles and thick arms revealed once the shirt is tossed aside: he had spend the past six months renovating the little starting home they had bought, and all that work shows in the strong frame that is now revealed to her eyes. He sits back a moment, just taking the opportunity to let his eyes slide over the beauty trapped underneath him. The smouldering look in her eyes. The full curves that he never tired of exploring. And the glimpse of golden thigh spotted as that little skirt bunched up around her hips.<br><br>A shiver ran through his form at her admission. The look in his eyes told Sabrina that he felt the same away. The airport. The plane. The drive to the resort. He couldn't wait until he was able to get his hands on her, all to himself. "Well, my love....after all that, we best not keep you waiting longer." As he said it, he lowered his hand to press to the inside of one of her knees. His hands, rough with all the renovation, danced up along her warm flesh. Teasing the sensitive inner thigh, finally slipping in under her skirt. Finally, fingers find the heat that radiates from between those sleek legs, held back by only the thin scrap of fabric. Letting one of those fingers move down under the waistband of her panties, until he could brush against the swollen lips there in a slow, teasing manner. <br><br>Leaning down, his other hand rising to sink into her thick hair and pull her lips into his for a deep, soulful kiss. At the same time, Russell hooks his finger in the fabric of her panties, slowly pulling the fabric down from under he skirt. Shifting his weight enough to allow him to pull them halfway down one of her legs. Fingers return then, teasing at the entrance to her heated sex. A slow push to allow one to press inside the tight confines. <br><br>A low groan into her lips as he does, his mouth opens to deepen the kiss with her. Eyes falling shut, his head tilting slightly as his tongue slides out, pressing to the full lips of his wife, requesting entrance into her mouth to tangle with her own. A deep breath taken through his nose, taking in the scent of the room, as well as her arousal. While his touches remain the slow and gentle movements of a man who adores the woman in his arms, Sabrina might be able to feel an urgency there. Not too much, but more than Russell usually shows. Something about this place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-08-2014, 04:23:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">Emily looked down at her handiwork, pressing a finger between her lips after gathering all excess liquid which may have dribbled past her chin or jawline. With the taste of Richard's jizz in her mouth, she licked her lips, smiling down at his slowly shriveling member. It felt rewarding somehow, watching the aftermath of her labor, seeing him sink back down to reality after having been so high. She guessed that Richard didn't receive many blow-jobs, or at the very least, however many he may have received were probably not performed in the manner that Emily served; with as much enthusiasm or vigor. <br><br>When he sat up and offered to finish his task, Emily's eyes went wide for a moment, obviously not having expected it. She was so used to her client's getting their fill of pleasure, and not asking for hers in return, that it felt strange to expect someone to finish her off. Most of the time Emily was finishing herself off, when the climaxes were not mutual. Then again, the business of sex had a way of changing things, didn't it? When a person would have to pay for their pleasure, they likely wouldn't be as interested in returning the favor. Unlike Richard, in this moment. Of course she wasn't expecting a wad of cash from this stranger on the beach.<br><br>Her expression slowly changed again, morphing from shock to something akin to flattery. "Thank you for the offer, Richard," she shifted where she stood, bending down to her beach bag and pulling her phone from its depths, to check the time. Sure enough, her shift was merely twenty minutes from starting. "But I've got to get to work. I eat before my shift, and if I don't go now, my food will probably be gone." Though the doors to the Forbidden Fruit wouldn't open for another hour, that was still when Emily's shift started, because getting ready for the evening crowd meant cleaning beforehand. She pointed down the beach, still gloriously naked, the dribble of nectar shining against her thighs. "Behind Lure, the Restaurant, there's a Night Club, and it's called The Forbidden Fruit. If you can manage to sneak out while your girlfriend's in bed, you might want to drop by." She offered with a noncommittal shrug of her shoulder. Hell, maybe she did so good with her mouth that she could somehow convince him to pay next time.<br><br>After tugging her string bikini back on, and tying the straps in place, Emily collected her beach bag and the sunscreen from earlier, tossing it inside. "Here," she tossed him the towel she had mentioned earlier, one that just so happened to have a rather suggestive picture of large pieces of fruit on it; one looking a little too similar to a penis, and the other looking a little too similar to a pair of large breasts. "Keep it," she offered, before turning from him and the cabana, and heading down the beach, toward Lure, and the Forbidden Fruit. <br></div><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Thea | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sean (TaintedTruth)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://image.dhgate.com/albu_377521669_00-1.0x0/black-yellow-simple-sexy-girl-lady-woman.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">Thea had always preferred Sean without his hat on, but hardly ever complained. Only when they were being intimate with each other, would she press the issue, usually preferring to silently remove his hat for him, rather than making a verbal request. Without the accessory on his person, it made their sessions feel that much more intimate and visceral. Not to say that articles of clothing still desperately clinging for dear life onto their bodies, wasn't sensual, of course. But, there was a time and a place for a quickie, and this proved to be neither the time nor the place... at least, not at the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>It seemed as if, despite how long they had been intimate with one another, Sean was still slightly surprised by the gesture. Admittedly, Thea enjoyed the reaction from him, along with the fact that it was still surprising at all, suppressing a giggle at how his eyes would widen and and his body would somewhat hesitate. She did appreciate however, that Sean didn't so much as grumble at the removal of his hat, surely knowing by now that it was just a simple preference for Thea, wanting to be able to run her fingers tantalizingly against his scalp, and see him, all of him, as he was meant to be seen. <br><br>Upon the revelation, Thea comforted him by lightly dancing her fingertips along his scalp, reaching the nape of his neck, before hooking around and sliding up the sides of his stubbly cheeks. Her warm palms pressed lightly, against either side of his face, just holding him in place and letting their gazes meet, then linger. Eye contact was the crux of intimacy, at least in Thea's book it was, and sometimes just a single look could say more than a million words. The deep impact of their connection was striking, even still, to have such a strong chemistry that it erupted within them each time and time again, without exception. Thea hoped that there was not a single layer of their allure toward one another, which would ever fade, a wish that was likely made obvious by the way her limbs wrapped around him, as if marking her sense of belonging, to him and only him. <br><br>Hissing in a searing breath of air through clenched teeth, Thea's heavy lids closed, her hips angling to better accommodate their positioning, as Sean slid his cock slowly past her opening. Despite how sexually active they were with one another, Thea's pussy remained as tight as ever, the velvety walls being forced apart, slowly, juices squishing in the wake of his sinking member. Hearing his throaty groan in her ear made Thea's jaw drop open, a heated sigh leaving her lips, as her legs uncurled from his lower back and spread even wider, making a large V shape, toes pointing to either side of the room. <br><br>His girth pressed the edges of her honeypot apart, revealing the aroma of sweet arousal, combining with the scent of his excitement, and beginning to circulate in the air between them. The caress of her hands changed from a gentle brush down the sides and back of his neck, to a tensed grip around the blades of his shoulders, tips of her fingers clenching against his bare flesh, as if needing to hold onto him, to keep from floating away. Her folds slowly molded around his cock, clamping down roughly against his rigid rod, nearly asphyxiating his member in the process. It wasn't until his growling erupted through his chest, that Thea felt the extent of his cock, filling her to the brim and making her squirm beneath him, as her face reddened, all of the salacious heat trapped within her body. <br><br>She gasped his name before her breath momentarily swayed, convincing her that the pounding of her racing heart could not only be heard from the Ocean outside, but also by her fiance, looming over her. His lips captured hers in an instant, making her dizzy with the power of lust, as her lips spread for his and her tongue greeted his, probed by the cold metal piercing. The contrast between hot and cold clashed in their locked mouths, just the simple touch of that erotic piercing acting as enough of a reminder for Thea, that it sent a harsh shiver up her spine, making her body utterly tremble, a collection of her juices pooling around his cock. Against their kiss, Thea would whimper, while Sean slowly pulled his waist back, extracting inches of his cock from her depths, until just the tip remained, leaving Thea's face to wince, as if in pain from the emptiness. Then, so slowly, he drove deep within her again, making Thea's nails rake along his back, leaving slight pink traces behind, as the tingles started shooting through her insides. "S-Sean..." she stammered, "Ple-Please!" In a squeal would she beg, and he knew what such a beg was for. She wanted him to take her harder, and faster. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-08-2014, 23:39:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily<br><br>Richard was slightly dismayed by her response. He hadn't quite caught on that she was a sex-worker, not just some attractive single at the resort. That wouldn't have stopped him though. He reached down and pulled his boardshorts on, more aware of the goers on the beach now that things had picked up a bit. He wondered how many - if any - had watched what had just been going on in the Cabana. He quickly glanced around to make sure Sarah hadn't decided to join him, but didn't see her anywhere in sight. He relaxed, a little, once he was sure of that, before nodding his head.<br><br>He doubted Sarah would want to go to the club. She never did back home and hated it when he went out on 'guys night'. He'd never cheated on her - until now - so that wasn't the issue, but the prospect of meeting Emily again was highly enticing. He bit his lip for another moment, taking the towel as she gave it to him. A memento, like a pair of panties, after a conquest of a sorts. "Sure...thanks. The Forbidden Fruit, eh?" He chuckles softly at the name. "I'll see if, uh, Sarah wants to come along but I doubt she will. Oh - is there anywhere good to get a bite to eat around her? For dinner - nothing romantic or anything, just a good place to eat?" He asks, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.<br><br>"Thanks...uh...I guess maybe I'll see you later then. I should go take a dip before going back to the room - Sarah might grow suspicious if my trunks are still dry." He offers Emily a parting smile before heading down onto the beach itself, slipping out of his sandals and laying the towel down. He bounded down into the surf, the cool water refreshing as he dove in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 16:49:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">The look on Richard's face was one that Emily had seen before. The expression of disbelief, the wonder and surprise. So, he had just received a blow-job from an exotic dancer who sometimes doubled as an escort of sorts. It wasn't like she told him her job title, but then again, she realized it wasn't too difficult to put the pieces together, either. A moment later, the expression of recognition at the series of events, was wiped clean from his face, ducking down as he bent to pick up his shorts and pull them back on again. <br><br>She smirked as he chuckled at the name of the place she worked, nodding to him, in case there was a chance he didn't believe her. Her hand reached up and angled back, fingers swiping along the nape of her neck, to fluff up her hair in a whip of motion, sending long golden tendrils to flutter in the tropical breeze for a moment. When Richard offered to bring someone named Sarah with him, it was Emily's turn to put pieces together. "Your girlfriend probably won't appreciate the atmosphere," she warned, "unless she heads over to the ladies' side of the club, where she can meet some male dancers, escorts, bartenders, and the like." She found it strange that he continued to mention her, even tried to include her in his ventures. Perhaps he'd get off on a threesome, and had high hopes, like so many men did, that he'd land one. Or, maybe he was still in denial about the situation in his relationship; whatever that may be. <br><br>After his question, it was Emily's turn to laugh. "'Not romantic or anything?' You realize what Island you're on right?" She shook her long mane, pointing behind her once again at Lure, the restaurant. "That's the restaurant. We don't have any McDonald's here. Sorry." Though the words came out with a slight edge, Emily's sweet face was smiling, making her an anomaly to figure out. Perhaps she was, rather simply, a blond with a sense of humor. Waving at him as she turned, hearing his farewell, Sarah playfully rolled her eyes. "They would've been nice and wet if you would have just fucked me." With that, she walked away, letting her luscious hips swing like a pendulum, as she crossed the beach and walked into Lure, stepping into her lime flip-flips at the door, smiling and waving at the people she recognized, as she made her way to the back. <br><br>"Well, well, well, if it ain't the mooch!" The booming voice could be heard echoing off the walls of the kitchen slightly, as his chef's hat came into view, just a moment before an arm snaked around Emily's waist. She grinned ear to ear, lightly smacking his chest as she glanced around for her meal. The Chef scoffed jokingly. "What, you can't even pretend that you're happy to see <em>me?</em> All you care about is the food?" He pouted as his hand slipped from her waist, making Emily chuckle, as she leaned in and kissed his cheek, her breasts brushing against his chest lightly in the process. "Sorry, Chef. It's so good to see you!" She exaggerated, laughing with him as her order came up and she grabbed the plate, along with a glass of lemonade, then headed to the break room to enjoy it. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 23:18:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Russell</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Temptation/8a12414c-6d1f-47ff-a1e3-13a6c4f01a66_zps1f070d92.jpg)</div>Sabrina's breath shuddered in and out, heat streaking through her wherever Russell's lips and hands touched her, making it harder to think. With every stroke and brush of his skin against her she became more enthralled, pleasure for the both of them the only concern. She felt the shiver pass through him following her words and an impish smiled curved her lips, showing her delight with the response. Having pulled back his gaze was free to roam her body and Sabrina didn't shy away or try to cover up. She liked feeling his gaze on her and knowing he liked what he saw. She was a curvy little thing of average height and time spent in the gym made sure that her waist line stayed trim before flaring out to hips and an ass that could make even the most prim and proper outfits look suggestive. <br><br>Watching him above her now, her worries about the island and what he might think once he figured out what was really up went right out the window. Especially as he seemed to absorb her words and the desire that filled her, leaving her utterly breathless just from the look in his eyes alone. She got the sense that something <em>more</em> hovered beneath the surface of her sweet and attentive husband, a hunger that might have truly been a match for hers if she could only get him to realize it. She was determined to at least try and drag whatever it was to the surface while they were on this trip but for now she was simply eager to have him. Over her, around her, inside of her... it was all she wanted in this moment. Just to feel the connection between them. <br><br>When he spoke of not keeping her waiting, Sabrina nodded, her thighs trembling slightly. His work roughened touch set her nerves ablaze as they stroked up the inside of strong, shapely thighs toward the her needy center. The first brush of one of those fingers against her swollen outer lips had her biting back a cry and her upper body rising slightly to meet his as he came down over her once more. Her lips found his for a deep kiss that did as much to turn her on as the way his fingers were teasing her smooth, bare sex. <br><br>It was like second nature to lift her hips and help him slide her panties down and out of the way. She would have pushed them the rest of the way off too but the moment he began pressing a single thick digit inside of her her brain shorted out and all she could do was cling to him, a moan escaping on the heels of his groan. Her lips parted beneath his while her hips sought to push against his intrusion, hoping to draw him deeper into her slick heated depths like he was using an entirely different appendage. Her hands slid up into his hair and instinct coaxed her body into a rhythm that matched the slow and gentle manner in which he was working her but she could feel the difference in him. Hell, she could taste it and she wanted more.<br><br>Her tongue twined with his, seeking to take in as much of him as she could, utterly drowning her senses in the man she loved. Beneath him her nipples hardened, tightening into sensitive peeks that practically went crazy with every friction inducing motion that caused the fabric of her top to rub against them. Her core clamped eagerly around his fingers and her clit throbbed harder as pleasure filled her. "Russ..." his name was panted against his lips, her teeth nipping gently at his bottom lip before a particular touch had her gasping and her back arching in a way that suggested it wouldn't take much to have her orgasming. Unable to get enough of him, her hand slipped down his back and yes, she grabbed his ass playfully pulling him closer before letting go and allowing her touch to slide around beneath their bodies to tug at his belt as best she could while still riding his fingers. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-08-2014, 15:47:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lure -&gt; Forbidden Fruit<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open,<br><br>Richard only spent a few minutes basking in the ocean water before getting out, using the towel Emily had given him to dry off. He hung it around his shoulders as he made his way back to his Tiki Suite and found Sarah who was finishing the unpacking. "Mhm, you should have come." Richards says. "The water was great and I've never seen such a beautiful beach."<br><br>Sarah 'Hmphed' and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm glad you had fun." She responds. "Did you find anywhere to eat? I'm hungry."<br><br>"Just a place called Lure, right on the beach." He says, stripping down in front of her. She lifted her gaze, avoiding looking at him naked. "I'm gonna shower then we can go if you're ready." He says, stepping into the bathroom.<br><br>A few minutes later he was washed and dressed and they headed down to Lure. Dinner was quick and mostly silent, both of them taking in the beauty of the place. Richard could only think of Emily - despite her 'occupation' he would have preferred to have spent the time in her company once more instead of Sarah's. The girl was sullen and seemed resentful at being here, despite the natural beauty of the place. <br><br>They returned to their hut after dinner. "Want to go out tonight?" He asks her, to which she quickly shook her head.<br><br>"No, I'm really tired. Jet lag and all. I'm going to go to bed. But you can if you want to..." The tone in her voice expressed her opinion that she didn't want him to go, but he ignored it.<br><br>"You know, I think I will. Interested in seeing what other types are here and what there is to at night. Its far too hot to do too much during the day." <br><br><hr><br>Richard, wearing regular shorts and a loose fitting polo shirt, soon found himself outside the doors of the Forbidden Fruit. He bit his lip in thought once more, wondering if he would run into Emily - or a likeminded girl - once inside. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside of the Club. It took him a moment to adjust - it had been years since he had last gone to a club - mostly due to Sarah's reluctance at going - and he found he missed the blaring lights and darkness, the loud music and throngs of bumping and grinding bodies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marconi Drake</strong> on <strong>19-08-2014, 16:20:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Russell || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sabrina</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj529/marconidrake/ti_zps46922b4c.jpg)</div><br>No matter how many times the found themselves like this, tangled up in one another, lips and fingers exploring, he never stopped marvelling at how passionate and responsive his Sabrina was his touch. The sharp intake of breath, the heated cries cut short by her white teeth digging into her lip. The lovely little gasp that she makes when that thick, rough finger of his first pushes past the lips of her sex and into the tight heat. It was as if he was hearing all of them for the first time again, and it made him dizzy with heat. <br><br>Her hips worked to pull him deeper, and he obliged. A slow push has him presser deeper into her heat, the rough pad of his finger stroking gently against her sensitive inner walls. Tugged down by her hands, deeper into the desperate kiss, he let out a sharp groan that vibrated from deep in his chest, pressed against the hardened nub that hid under her shirt. The heated sound travelled up from his throat and into her own mouth.<br><br>There was a bit of a jump at the unexpected grip of small hands on his ass, and the groan melted into a heated laugh. He finally pulls back from the kiss - not going far, but giving her enough room to hear his name tumble out from her lips in a way that makes his cock, already pressing harshly against the front of his shorts, leap in excitement. His half-lidded eyes travel over the beauty in front of him-- half-disrobed and writing in heat. As he does so, his finger continue the slow, almost teasing rhythm inside of her.....dragging out, before a low push in. <br><br>A sharp groan echoes off the walls of the hut when her busy little hands find their way to his belt buckle, knuckles brushing against the heated mass hidden underneath as she does so. A sharp jolt of pleasure that makes his body jerk. It isn't long before the belt is undone and those warm hands are able to pull out the thick length of his cock. The stress of preparing for the trip had not given them much time for each other in the few days before the flight. That, combined with the heat that rose when they were in the air, meant that Russell's shaft was fully extended by the time she was able to fish it from his shorts. <br><br>He stands in an odd half-lean over her as delicate fingers dance over the length, one hand resting on the bed beside her, the other one slowly pumping that thick finger into her sex. With a sharp inhale, he slowly pulls his finger from her body, pressing that hand against her hip to hold her a moment. The pressure and the harshness of the touch almost seem like that side of Russell that she desperately wants to draw out is almost at the surface. For a moment, he seems ready to pin her down and drive himself into her. <br><br>But, just before it happens, the moment passes. His touch on her hip remains, but softens some as he steps into her. The angry purple head of his shaft slides against her sensitive inner thigh, leaving a trail of heat before it it rests against the lips of her sex. Russell leans over her, pressing his lips to the curve of his wife's neck as hips move. The feeling of the finger moments ago replaced with the slow slide of his cock into her waiting body. Thick and ready, but still gentle and loving as hips press to her own. A mumble against the flesh of her neck, hot breath washing over smooth skin.<br><br>"Sabrina..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 22:50:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Russell</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Temptation/8a12414c-6d1f-47ff-a1e3-13a6c4f01a66_zps1f070d92.jpg)</div>Sabrina was reminded of just how bad she had it for this man when even his heated laugh managed to send a little trill through her. Her fingers did not fumble at his belt but rather worked to get it out of her way to free his length with all the surety of a woman who knew quite well what she wanted. He was going to drive her absolutely crazy, her Russel. His finger stroking inside her, rubbing against her slick walls had her panting, soft whimpers of need escaping as the pleasure continued to build. The ultimate tease considering the way she sensed he could give her what she needed, what she craved, and yet, just wouldn't due to somewhat old fashioned views toward sex. <br><br>Still, she was all to willing to take what could and would give. Her fingers conquered his belt and zipper and deftly freed his cock. Her smaller hand slid over his thick shaft with a first stroke and she actually moaned as it became apparent just from the feel of him hot and hard in her hand just how eager for her he was. Sabrina licked her lips, the thought of going down on him passing through her mind but her needy sex would not be denied. Her pussy throbbed and ached with the need to be filled by him, his finger serving only to have her squirming against the sheets. And then it was gone.<br><br>Pale green eyes flashed with heat as she looked up at the man who held the power to undo her in so many ways. His heavy hand at her hip surprised her but if anything it just made her want him even more. Images of him pulling her roughly onto his cock while he surged forcefully between her thighs had her growing so wet she was sure there'd be a damp spot beneath her. She almost asked, no, begged, him to do it. To just take her in a way she was sure would leave them both exhausted and panting and oh so sated. <br><br>But she didn't. And the moment passed. Still, there was him. Her sweet Russell and that thick fantasy inducing cock of his. It slid against her inner thigh and she squirmed beneath him. Her arms reached out to embrace him as he leaned over her, her eyes closing as his lips found her neck and the blunt tip of his manhood found the soaked entrance to her core. The feel of him pushing inside her, stretching her small, tight entrance centimeter by centimeter made her moan for him, her body arching and her hips writhing eagerly while a storm of pleasure seemed to go off. Her name from his lips made her cling tighter and her leg wrapped around him as she tried to draw him as deep as she could, taking every inch he had to give. "I need you..." she whispered, clenching around his long slow stroke with her inner muscles. "You feel <em>so</em> good, mi amor. Just let go..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 04:39:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> The Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Open</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">After finishing her bite of food, Emily headed to the Forbidden Fruit, entering through the back door which was designated for employees only. Once inside, the door opening to a long hallway, she went to the left, where the locker rooms were kept. Approaching her own, the blond stripped out of her bikini and grabbed a towel, circling around to the showers, being sure to get the scent of Richard off of her. Not that she minded the smell of his arousal, but naturally, some clientele may have a different opinion. As the others began to filter in, Emily finished soaking herself in suds, and rinsed off. <br><br>Wrapping herself in a towel and stepping out of the stand-alone shower stall, she slid into her pair of flip flops and joined the others at the wardrobe rack, in front of the vanities. Making small talk with the other dancers always felt like a waste of time to Emily; at the end of the day, they were all competing with one another and acting chummy or pretending to be friendly would just add confusion and unnecessarily hurt feelings into the mixture. Honestly, Emily did this because she enjoyed it, and most of these girls on this particular Island were in the same sort of situation. It wasn't like in the movies, where women were forced to dance because there were no other options, no other means of earning enough money to provide food for their children. No, not at Temptation Island. Here, the worst they would receive were angry wives wising to pay a visit to a certain dancer. Yet they were always stopped at the door. <br><br>After all of the girls were dressed and ready, they checked in with the Boss to find out what tasks they needed to perform before the doors would be opened for the night. Emily was on vacuuming duty, and finished just a few minutes before opening time. Tucking the vacuum cleaner into a supply closet, she gave herself a once-over in the mirror at the back of the door, her long blond locks tucked behind her ears, almost glittering in the strobe light, her soft blue hues like sapphire gems. She did a small spin and gave herself a smirk, capturing the sight of her supple curves being hugged by the corset and matching skirt, fishnet stockings, and pumps. Her top had lace hems, black on the edges, yet the rest of it was a hot pink, while the skirt was black, and far too short, showing a glimpse of her black thong, buried beneath the black fishnet stockings. Stepping from the mirror and onto one of the dance stages upstairs, Emily looked down at the crowd pouring in, grinning already as she prepared herself to use the pole, twirling slowly around it with her black pumps, as if gliding on air. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-08-2014, 03:15:15</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Richard found himself questioning his relationship as soon as his eyes adjusted to the lighting inside of the Forbidden Fruit. Beautiful girls all over the place, in various forms of skimpy clothing. Some bumping and grinding on the dance floor. Some higher up on stripper polls. This was certainly not the place for couples to come into, he thought. Temptation Island indeed. It was hard to tell the customers from the workers and that was perfectly fine by him.<br><br>He quickly made his way over to the bar and ordered a drink, to help take the edge off. Sarah would kill him if she ever knew he had come in here. It was a strip club - well, close enough to one - and he was perfectly fine with that. If he was only single, this would be heaven on earth. He didn't know where to look, so took a seat by the bar, absorbing it all in.<br><br>It took a few minutes for his eyes to find Emily on the pole and he found his attention sticking more to her than any of the other girls on the poles. She was certainly beautiful, had that perfect sort of body that just begged to be looked at, and her outfit was enticing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marconi Drake</strong> on <strong>27-08-2014, 17:12:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Russell || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sabrina</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj529/marconidrake/ti_zps46922b4c.jpg)</div><br>His Sabrina never failed to do this, cause the heat to boil up inside him to make him feel as if he was about to drown in it. Not even that, she made Russell want to drown in it, to feel that heat wrap around him and not let him go, to sink down into it. The moment that he felt himself sliding into her greedy, welcoming body, a sharp grunt tore past his lips and echoed in the dark suite. He paused a moment to savour the feeling of her body wrapped tightly around his invading cock, the tight walls stretching and gripping at the thick shaft as she once again adjusts to the size. Of course, he doesn't remain still for long. Those strong, golden legs of hers find their way around his hips and wrap around him, urging him in farther. <br><br>Going with the pull, he settles his heavy weight on top of her own, pinning her down to the soft bed that the resort provided. As he does so, the thick cock plunges into her waiting heat, until he is buried deep inside her, the brush of his heavy sac teasing along her soft skin. One of his hands falls to press to the side of her face. His rough, calloused skin a sharp contrast to the flawless, smooth skin of her cheek. His lips move silently for a moment as he tries to find words among the pleasure of entering her. A slow smile crawling over his lips at the words she speaks softly. There is even a throb of his shaft inside her....Sabrina knew what it did to him when that Spanish rolled off her tongue and from between those full, lush lips. It is met with another low groan of pure pleasure, and a flash of his hips against his wife's. The slow draw of him pulling out, the heat of her body replaced with the cool air of the room, before he is sliding back in. Soon settling into a wicked beat -- his thrusts into her might be gentle, but there is a firm power in them. Their bodies both swaying together in the time of their lovemaking. <br><br>A slow smile slipping over his lips as he whispers. "I think the trip has you excited, love..." Sabrina has always been a passionate woman, one of the reasons he is so madly in love with her. But he can feel a difference this time...she seems even hungrier, and the increased wetness where their bodies join and his thick cock plunges into her waiting body isn't missed. Russell chalks it up to the excitement of this new place, as well as the prospect of them finally getting some time for themselves, away from the distractions of the real world. Not aware of the fact that she had grown hungrier by the unintentional promise of something more wild, more primal. <br><br>Russell was not primal as he thrust into her, but he was hungry and passionate. His other hand drifts up to trace along her side, teasing over where he can feel her ribs through the thin top, before finally sliding over to cup one of her heavy breasts that rise up with her breath. The brush of his stubbled chin against her own as he leans down, mouth tracing over her jaw before lips once again found her neck. A suckling there, tongue lashing out to trace along her skin as he dragged lower, that hungry mouth exploring over her shoulder and then tracing along the neckline of her top. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>30-08-2014, 03:43:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Thea | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite/The Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Open</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://image.dhgate.com/albu_377521669_00-1.0x0/black-yellow-simple-sexy-girl-lady-woman.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">Thea got her wish; Sean taking her on the bed of their couples suite, hard and fast, yet passionately and romantically, all at the same time. He claimed her body, treasured her skin and cherished her womanhood, all the while reminding her of the intimacy beneath their relationship, convincing her that his promise was sincere. Perhaps they truly would make it out of this Island, with an even stronger and deeper bond than they had upon arrival. It was a possibility that Thea believed in and strongly desired to experience. Yet, that alone would not make it so. <br><br>After coming down from the highs of their lovemaking session, Sean passed out on the bed, still jet-lagged and over tired from the long flight and time difference. Somehow though, Thea was wide awake and couldn't bring herself to stay inside all evening, especially considering the sun would still be out for several more hours. Padding on bare feet to the stand alone shower, Thea washed herself off and unpacked the essentials, which she dug out while preparing for a night of exploration. Pulling her brunette locks into a bun at the crown of her head, she dressed herself in a modest full piece swimsuit, this time, one of a teal color, and pulled a pair of white, cropped shorts, over. They fit snugly against her waist, hugging her hips in all the right ways, even accentuating the plumpness of her ass. Shuffling into a pair of beige wedges, Thea then pulled a loose fitting peach colored tank top over her torso and quietly left Sean in the Suite, to nap. <br><br>Thea walked along the sands for some time, just getting a feel for the layout of the island, even checking in with the management company and folding a map of the land up, sticking it in her back pocket for reference. After grabbing a small bite to eat from the bar, she took a coconut with her and continued to walk along the beach, heading back toward the Tiki Lodges, but never veering back to her own. By this time her shoes had gotten heavy from all of the walking in heavy sand, and had to be carried in one hand, while the other grasped onto the bottom of the coconut which she languidly sipped out of, her lips wrapped idly around the bright pink straw. <br><br>As the sun started to lower toward the horizon, her silhouette stood out against the backdrop of sparkling stars and glittering water, the scene a breathtaking one, enough to make Thea stop and stare in appreciation. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marconi Drake</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 16:52:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Damien || <strong>Location:</strong> the beach || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Thea</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj529/marconidrake/marco_zpse82dc209.jpg)</div><br>Damien had spent most of the morning out on the sands, soaking in the sun and the sweetness of his last conquest. In the back of his mind, he briefly wondered if he should fear becoming addicted to his time on the island - ever first that first visit, both a disaster and an eye-opening experience, he had come back several times. Each one, longer than the last, with more time spent pushing himself between happy, young couples, shredding their bonds and vows with an almost gluttonous glee. <br><br>That moment of self-reflection did not last long, however. His eyes were on the horizon, watching the brilliant colours spread across the sky as the sun dipped down into the ocean. Attention was pulled away when he heard the sound of sand shifting under someone's feet, turning to spot the young woman making his way along the beach. <br><br>She seemed to also have her eyes on the landscape, which gave him all the time he wanted to take her in. The slender form hinted at by the light tank top. That lovely plump ass displayed so well in those shorts. He could already feel it held in his strong hands, twitching as hips were pinned underneath his own, two heated bodies crushed together. <br><br>He has to bite back a grunt at the lovely image. Shifting some in his seat, his strong muscles chest rolling some as he pulls himself up from the lounger, eyes having not left her form. He waits a moment more, to make sure she doesn't have anyone coming to meet her, before he makes his approach. <br><br>He moves near silently on the sands. Damien's eyes fall on to the small slip of paper sticking out of her back pocket. A map. Freshly-arrived to the island, he would guess. That beings a further smile to his lips. Soon, he is close to Thea. Just close enough that she might feel the shade of his body's heat once he brushes by, coming to stand at her side. <br><br>"Beautiful sight, isn't it?"<br><br>Asked as he looks up towards the sky, where the moon is beginning to crest over the horizon. Full and bright, throwing its light over the glittering water. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 21:25:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Thea | <strong>Location:</strong> The Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Damien (Marconi Drake)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://image.dhgate.com/albu_377521669_00-1.0x0/black-yellow-simple-sexy-girl-lady-woman.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;">The only thing missing from the stunning sight set before Thea's very eyes, was someone to appreciate its beauty with. The vast array of colors all bleeding together, from bright oranges to deep reds and blends between purples and pinks, the stars twinkling as they were sprinkled throughout the perfectly clear night sky. It was beyond romantic, to say the least. That darkening ball of light slowly dipped down into the waters, kissing the surface, and gently wading deeper and deeper into the water, preparing to disappear from view entirely. Thinking on it, she could not recall the last time she was fortunate enough to witness such a breathtaking sunset. <br><br>Of course, the one person who could make this view that much more enjoyable, was fast asleep and as such, would not be joining her. Sighing to herself slightly, Thea lowered her head some, glancing down at the coconut she was drinking from, realizing that she'd been idly slurping on the crushed ice at the bottom. Licking her lips after pulling the finished drink away from her plump lips, she turned to the side, searching for the nearest receptacle to place it in. Yet she spotted nothing other than the line of Tiki Huts and Cabanas. Still, the view was too stunning to overlook, and Thea had no plans of leaving before this colorful show reached its end. With a gentle dip to the side, she released her wedge sandals, letting them fall against the sand, and turned to the other side, in case there happened to be a trash can in the distance, in that direction. Yet, what she was met with instead was far more surprising. <br><br>Instantly, her cheeks flushed, just looking at the man who approached her, making Thea avert her eyes in a bashful sort of way, drawing her attention back to mother nature's display across the water. Upon closer inspection, she would now make note that a sliver of the moon was hanging in the sky, clear above the water, its lunar reflection shown in the waters beneath, though its image was slightly warped by the ripples of that ever-moving body of water. Naturally, now that her gaze had found something equally breathtaking to avoid staring at, Thea was hardly thinking about the beauty of the sunset anymore... instead, her focus was on not staring, or drooling, or doing anything equally as embarrassing as the previously mentioned. <br><br>When he spoke to her, she took a gulp, knowing she'd need to turn and face him, without making it obvious that his shirtless muscle definition was incredibly distracting. "Yes... It certainly is," she spoke softly, sounding slightly flustered, her tone somewhat raspy. She glanced at him long enough to see that his focus was on the moon, which would make speaking to him a little easier, so she mirrored his stare, and also gazed at the moon, instead of at him. "I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful sunset, over the water, with the clear skies and... all those stars. On a night like this, it's easy to remember how small and insignificant we truly are, isn't it?" <br><br>Consciously biting her lower lip to avoid from saying anymore, already feeling as if she rambled, or got a little too deep for a first-time conversation, Thea tried to suppress a soft chuckle, lowering her head again and fiddling with the coconut in her hands, which she rested against her abdomen, the tropical breeze picking up the loose ends of her tank top and sending it to skirt behind her. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marconi Drake</strong> on <strong>13-09-2014, 20:28:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Damien || <strong>Location:</strong> the beach || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Thea</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj529/marconidrake/marco_zpse82dc209.jpg)</div><br>Damien's eyes might be directed towards the skies, but his attention was fully on the young woman standing beside him. When one spends a lot of time on this island, as he had, one starts to get a feel for the type of people who come here. Those with the wandering eye. The adventurous couples who want to add a little bit of spice to their grey relationships. And those shy ones, just on the edge of going over that line, but something is holding them back -- fear, or morality, or a sense of duty. <br><br>It is that latter group that he looks out for. And he has Thea pegged for it almost immediately. The shy glances over, wanting to look but not sure if she can or should. The hot blush that rises up to her cheeks. He is almost able to keep the smile from forming on his lips, enough to keep it down to a slight smirk. She's talking about the moon, the universe, and their place in all of it. And he's not really listening - conversation isn't exactly the first thing on his mind, more just a means to an end. It does give him the chance to let his eyes dance over her form again, even if he kept his face forward, towards the sea. Heated glance has almost a weight to is as it started up and made a slow drag down her curves. <br><br>Finally, it was time to turn. He takes a step to the side and turns, placing him directly in front of Thea now. Damien's bare chest filling her vision. His tall broad form blocking out the light of the moon, putting her in a slight shadow. <br><br>"Absolutely. It humbling."<br><br>A warm smile, and he lets his eyes fall on her own - after another quick flick down, nothing that he tries to hide. In fact, he wants her to see it, that seemingly unintentional loss of his controlled, polite self. <br><br>"I'm Damien, a pleasure to meet you. <br><br>Are you new to the island?"<br><br>He knows that she is. Taking a step closer to her, enough that she will have to crane her head, just the smallest bit, up to meet his gaze. Close enough that the heat of his body can be felt, a sharp contrast to the cool salt breeze coming off the ocean. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>17-09-2014, 15:40:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Thea | <strong>Location:</strong> The Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Damien (Marconi Drake)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://image.dhgate.com/albu_377521669_00-1.0x0/black-yellow-simple-sexy-girl-lady-woman.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;">Her cheeks continued to burn, making it only too obvious to Thea that if this brooding man beside her had a decent enough visual, he'd be able to notice her embarrassment with ease. The only hope she had to save face would be in the languidly setting darkness, which just might act as enough of a blanket to conceal the flush. A foolish notion, yet it was the only thing Thea could cling to, despite how unconvincing it truly was. Giving herself away like this, it wasn't supposed to unfold in this way, yet with this guy she had not an ounce of control. <br><br>It wasn't until he stepped in front of her, that her gaze would be redirected, the sight of a setting sun blocked by broad shoulders and a full muscular physique. Dipping her head back, as if having to peel her eyesight from his incredibly impressive chest, Thea's bright emerald gaze met with the man's smoldering stare. Her lips thinned into a small, subtle smile, when he agreed with her ramble from earlier, suppressing the urge to apologize for talking so much, as if it had ruined the initial moment of their introduction. <br><br>Met with a smile which she hadn't quite expected, Thea noticed his eyes quickly scanning her curves, which nearly makes her feel exposed, despite the fact that she's far more clothed than most others she had seen earlier on the beach. His eyes had the captivating ability to make her feel stripped and at his mercy. It was almost as if he were playing a game, and she was the prize. Thea audibly gulped, but hoped he didn't hear the noise, when his eyes ascended once more. Hearing his name, she returned to familiar territory; a first meeting, an exchanging of names. <br><br>"Damien," she repeated his name, trying it on her lips. "Nice to meet you. I'm Thea." <br><br>To his next question she nodded, "I am, is it that obvious?" Her lips parted and a giggle fluttered out, a melodic sound. Temporarily, her lids closed to accommodate the giggle, opening again to find Damien standing a step closer, the heat of his body resonating temptingly against hers. Her neck had to crane a little further back in order to keep their gaze fixed on one another's. After catching her breath again, Thea tilted her head to the side, wondering what his story was. "What about you? I'm guessing you're more familiar with the Island than myself." <br><br>Though she had just come from having sex with her long-term boyfriend and now fiance, Sean, Thea found herself inexplicably not thinking about him, or their session from earlier in the day. Was she really that insatiable at the first sign of tempting allure? <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>25-09-2014, 05:24:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Russell</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Temptation/8a12414c-6d1f-47ff-a1e3-13a6c4f01a66_zps1f070d92.jpg)</div>She laughed as he spoke of the trip having her excited, her fingers teasing up into his hair. Clinging to him she shook her head, her breath catching for a moment when his cock brushed against a rather delicious spot inside her body before she replied, "No no papi, it's you. All you," she purred, her lips at his ear. Unable to resist she nipped his lobe lightly then let her lips slide along to that stubble covered jawline she loved, her thighs opening wider as if seeking that stroke again while her hips kept pace with his, matching the rhythm he set quite eagerly. <br><br>It was proving to be hard to hold back. Between the anticipation and building desire that she'd held onto half the day and now the feel of him moving inside her with wet, heavy sounds and the light repetitive thumps of his sac smacking against her, it was almost too much. She'd managed most of the time they'd been together, abiding by the sort of unofficial rules Russell had set in the bedroom from some not entirely rational fear of potentially scaring him off, but now, here on the island with temptation only feet away and the heady lust taking over her, it was much harder. So very hard not to give in to the urge to drag more out of him, to offer pleasure in all the ways that she knew. Sabrina most certainly liked to please just as much as she liked receiving pleasure. Making Russell spill himself inside her was always the ultimate thrill for her--though she wouldn't have minded at all if he chose to get creative with where he released his pleasure. <br><br>His hand touched her then, feeling its way up her torso until it finally cupped her breast and she arched into the touch, her hardened nipple pressing up into his wide palm even through her top, telegraphing just how fully turned on she was by him if he hadn't gotten it by now. His mouth began exploring then too, doing the most wicked things to her flesh and the result was torturous image after image dragging through her mind of what that would feel like on other parts of her body. Goodness but her sex rippled around his length at the images that assaulted her. Holding him tighter, her head turned enough to allow his lips better access to her neck. It had always totally driven her wild when he did that, his tongue tracing over her skin and the way his stubble rubbed against her making her shiver as the sensitive area was assaulted with sensations. She squirmed with the way it rolled through her, the involuntary motion leading her to literally writhe on his cock, her inner muscles gripping tightly as her hips rolled. She had to bite her lip to keep from cursing.<br><br>He might not have been letting loose with primal abandon but she could feel the restrained strength in her husband and it thrilled her. One hand slid free to slide down over his bicep, feeling where the muscle strained as he held himself. She didn't know what she was aiming for as her hand continued to move over him, searching his body, urging him on, and even grabbing on tightly. She could hardly think with him inside her, his cock pushing in deeply only to withdraw and then do it all over again and again in a rhythm that had gotten into her head and taken over her body. She wasn't typically an embarrassingly loud woman without cause but in this instance she could hardly contain the small noises spilling from her lips into his ear, especially since the intimate positioning did provide some stimulation to her clit. Every slide of Russell's cock brought their bodies together in a way that had the heavy feeling in her lower body building, like she was filling up more and more with every stroke. Her hands gripped his sides as she bore down with her muscles, attempting to milk his thick shaft while the pressure built with amazing speed toward the peak that would no doubt send her over. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>27-09-2014, 05:12:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Tatianna || <strong>Location:</strong> The Beach --&gt; Forbidden Fruit, Bar || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Charles, OPEN.</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BaWNa1QCYAAVgzo.jpg)</div>Tati decided rather quickly that she liked the way Charles handled himself. He seemed confident and in control and there was the fact that he didn't seem at all daunted by the fact that they were twins. Normally guys got intimidated and just didn't approach or fumbled their way through lines or even resorted to juvenile tactics but not this one. He seemed a lot smoother. <br><br>It was easy enough to play the game, chatting him up and finding out a few things about the island along the way. She relaxed along with her sister and their handsome new acquaintance and by the time the three parted ways, Tatianna was confident that she'd be seeing Charles again.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>~*~*~*~*~</strong></div><br>Tatianna had spent the rest of her day with her twin, enjoying the sun, sand, water, and the sights. There had been quite a few lovelies that caught Tati's eye throughout the day but she'd behaved herself for the most part, only looking (and maybe a little flirting) but not touching. She preferred to let the anticipation build a little so that the eventual dive into delectable sin would be all the sweeter. <br><br>Or maybe she just liked being a damn tease.<br><br>By the time the evening rolled around she was plenty relaxed and at ease and more than ready for a little change of pace. Donning a simple little dress that more than showcased her assets and sky high heels, Tatianna found her way with surprising ease to the club Charles had mentioned earlier in their conversation. Tiana had declined to come along, opting to find her own fun though Tati made sure her sister wasn't going to just sit in her room. <br><br>Assured of that, she'd headed out and the moment she stepped into the club she got the feeling she wouldn't be disappointed. The music, the lights, the bodies... all of it combined into a buzz of activity that hummed along her skin and made her grin. She knew she'd want to hit the dance floor eventually but first she wanted a drink so the bar was where she headed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>27-09-2014, 19:52:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> The Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)/Open</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;">It didn't take long for the tables to fill with patrons, dollar bills raining from the edges of the stage, drinks pouring and the commotion growing louder. Emily enjoyed the rush and thrill she got from being placed on stage, a spotlight pointing directly onto her body, pouring luminescence over her curves and sun-kissed flesh. As the crowds started to swarm, the DJ turned up the music which had a profound beat, enough to rattle anyone's rib cage. Hearing the sounds of electronic beats and heart-stopping beat drops, Emily let the sounds engulf her, falling against the pole, winding against it until she wound up on the stage floor. With a whip of her blond locks, her sapphire gaze scanned the audience surrounding her, noticing that there was a group of five men who all had their sights set on her. <br><br>With a smirk, she crawled toward them, not stopping until she was resting on the very edge of the stage, kneeling, spreading her legs apart fully to reveal a glimpse up her skirt, though the fishnet stockings would somewhat conceal the real sight to behold. Her spine arched, accentuating the curvature of her breasts, as she would start to grind her body in front of the men, to the beat of the music. Two of the men appeared completely entranced by Emily's body and the slight show she was putting on, while the remaining three seemed desperate to find anything else to distract them from the obvious lure. In her professional experience she would chalk it up to one of three options; married, in a relationship, or first-timers in a place like The Forbidden Fruit. However, it mattered little to Emily in the moment, considering the two who were invested were both sitting on either side of her, leaning as close to her as they could without climbing over the stage, small wads of cash burning holes in their hands. <br><br>Sliding into one of the men's laps, Emily worked her hips over his crotch, facing away from him and leaning into the other man, her hands clawing along his chest and thighs, working the sex kitten routine over them both and earning dollars, which were tucked within the hem of her corset and dipped beneath the cusp of her miniskirt. The men were not shy about putting their hands on Emily, squeezing her ass and roaming along the length of her chest, but when she realized she had another audience participant, Emily ended their fun a little earlier than she normally would have. It wouldn't have been obscene here, for instance, to have a dancer offer to give sexual services to a customer, for the right price... even willing to do so in the very public eye, rather than in a VIP booth or separate room. But, recognizing Richard, Emily pulled herself from the hands of those two men, collecting her money in her hands and approaching the bar, where she leaned against the counter, beside Richard. "Fancy seeing you here," she mused, smirking at him. "So? What do you think of this place?" <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>28-09-2014, 08:25:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.charmedtv.ru/images/julian_mcmahon1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Charles | <strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong>Tatianna, open </div><hr><br>Charles had enjoyed his time with the twins, of course he wanted to have either one of them or perhaps both together, but he had no reason to rush, they were in the island after all. He shared what information he felt they could use, specially about the Forbidden Fruit, that place was after all the hottest place at night and also where Charles would be. In Charles eyes the only reason not to be there at night was if you had already made other plans.<br><br>When he made it to the Forbidden Fruit his eyes scanned the area slowly as he walked around, the place had a lot of people so finding someone would be hard, still Charles hoped to ran into at least one of the sisters. He was gladly surprised to see one of them by the bar, he knew that it wouldn't be long until someone offered her a drink so he moved besides her.<br><br>"Can I offer you something to drink again?" he said with a smile "Will you hold it against me if I'm unsure of which sexy sister I'm speaking to?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 02:10:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Tatianna || <strong>Location:</strong> The Beach --&gt; Forbidden Fruit, Bar || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Charles, OPEN.</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BaWNa1QCYAAVgzo.jpg)</div>Tatianna had moved to the bar but she'd hardly bothered to call for the tender just yet. Instead she was giving those to either side of her a once over and just waiting until one of the staff working behind the bar made their way closer. She wasn't that hard up for a drink after all. Her hips were already swinging slightly, marking the beat of the music that filled the place. Away from the dance floor it was loud enough to still lure you away from the bar if you were so inclined, yet, pitched at just the right volume to allow for the possibility of somewhat close range casual conversation but without literally having to shout in people's ears to be heard. It was a nice touch. It was also what made it easy for her to hear Charles as he came over to speak with her.<br><br>A slow smile spread across her face as she took in Mr. Tall, dark, and handsome for the second time that day. "Another drink?! Hmm, I dunno. Someone might think you were trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me..." She laughed, the glint in her eyes saying quite clearly it wasn't likely she'd object to being taken advantage of by him. Though her expression did shift into a deliberate pout as it became clear he didn't know which twin he had standing in front of him. <br><br>Actually it was entirely possible he didn't remember either name, which, no, she didn't hold it against him but she couldn't quite resist the urge to poke at him over it either. "Tsk tsk. And here I thought you were more observant than that. I mean, I certainly remember your name... Charles." she teased. "Tell you what, I'll give you two guesses...," She held up two fingers and wiggled them, holding back a laugh. "Your only hint is... I'm the good twin." She winked at him then turned and called out to the bartender.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 05:54:26</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.charmedtv.ru/images/julian_mcmahon1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Charles | <strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong>Tatianna, open </div><hr><br>Charles liked the way she smiled at him as she recognized him. He smiled at her joke and at her pout that he found strangely sexy. What he also liked was that she remembered his name, he was sure that he wasn't the only man that had approached them at the beach, and how could he blame anyone for that? Evidently he must have made a good impression.<br><br>He did recall their names but with her night outfit it was hard to pick the right twin, not that he had a lot to pick up on their differences. He did know that one of the sisters was more outgoing than the other, and pushed her forth to have fun. That one was more likely to tease him and make him guess, and also to call herself the good twin.<br><br>When she turned he decided to make a bet on his guess and said close to her ear "Tatianna" he hoped he was right, if he wasn't well then perhaps the noises would hide it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 15:55:42</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily<br><br>Richard watched Emily move about seductively, before transitioning effortlessly into the lap of one of the patrons. She proceeded to tease the man and the one next to him with her body and Richard knew just what sort of emotions were going through their heads. But she left them hanging in a big way by ending her show and approaching him at the bar. He bobbed his head and tipped his drink in salute as she approached, his eyes ravishing her body once more. He was instantly glad Sarah had opted out again.<br><br>He smiled at her words and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think I realized it was closer to a strip club than a dance club, but I'm not complaining." He responds, letting his eyes drop to the top of her corset. "It certainly fits its name rather well though." Too bad Sarah was such a prude, he added silently. He'd always dreamed of having a threesome one day, but it had quickly become apparent with Sarah that that was NEVER going to happen. But the beautiful people in the club, the sexy bodies moving...well, he was sure it wouldn't have been too hard to find a girl interested in a threesome at a place like this.<br><br>"Can I buy you a drink? Or is that off limits while you work?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 01:52:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Tatianna || <strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit, Bar || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Charles, OPEN.</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BaWNa1QCYAAVgzo.jpg)</div>Tatianna shivered hearing her name spoken so close to her ear. It was an involuntary reaction, one that caught even her off guard with its intensity, but it made her smile and lean closer to Charles. "Oh you're good. Got it in one." She purred back to him. "Perhaps I will let you get me that drink then." <br><br>To be honest, she'd intended to whether he'd gotten her name right or wrong. There was something about Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy that made her want to see more of him. Earlier she'd had to share the attention with her twin and while Tati was more than okay with sharing, she had the feeling that having all of Charles' attention on her would turn out to be just that much better. Sure, she was getting a little ahead of herself but given the atmosphere on this island it should hardly be a surprise that she found herself wondering what his cock might be like. <br><br>Of course, wondering was harmless in and of itself and Tatianna's attention was pulled over to the bartender when they appeared. Tequila was normally her drink of choice for a good time but she decided to keep thinks simple and ordered a bright colored fruity drink of some sort before looking to Charles to see what he might have. Once that was done, the redhead smiled up at the handsome male, her lips curving wickedly as she decided to ask, "So, Charles... you said earlier that you've been on the island for a while. I have to know... what's the wildest thing you've ever done here?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 06:47:01</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.charmedtv.ru/images/julian_mcmahon1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Charles | <strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong>Tatianna, open </div><hr><br>Charles smiled at the shivering he had caused on her, it was clear that she liked him, or at least liked him enough to flirt, but that shiver proved that he affected her and he loved that.<br><br>"Your clue was very helpful Tatianna." He nearly expected the fiery woman besides him to order a very strong drink, what she ordered was instead something colorful that made him think all the time spent in her company would be fun. He ordered a whisky with ice for himself and he took a drink after hearing her question.<br><br>He had to think, a part of him wanted to claim that he couldn't tell, but that certainly wouldn't be any fun. Had their encounter at the beach evolved more rapidly perhaps she would be part of the answer, however the biggest reason that he wanted to remember something good was because he had the feeling that she would try to somehow top it.<br><br>"Alright, I think I got it. There was a young couple that came here not long ago, the girl was rather conventional but the husband had convinced her to come here, that it would be good to test their relationship or something like that. Of course he was sleeping around the second he got off the plane, she was seriously upset by this, he claimed he insisted that he was just trying to strengthen their bond." he shook his head briefly and had another sip "I comforted her and helped her find her own way to test her marriage."<br><br>"I slept with her of course, but that isn't particularly wild, what happened afterwards was more interesting. She was an anal virgin, and she was very angry with a husband that she had always denied her ass to. I'm not sure how she got him to agree to be present, but I took that virginity in front of her visibly jealous husband. I'm told they left the following day, apparently they had thoroughly tested their relationship by then."<br><br>Charles paid very close attention to Tati as he told the story, he didn't think she would be too shocked but he was very curious of what her reaction would be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 18:21:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> The Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)/Open</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;">Emily fiddled around for the dollar bills that clung to her articles of clothing, not counting the bills, but stacking them into a neat little pile, before folding them in a wad and tucking them inside a pocket strap which was secured around her thigh. Once she snapped the leather pouch closed, her sights were set once more on Richard. "I wouldn't really call it a strip club or a dance club..." she began, but never specified a different label for the place. Instead, she just smiled at Richard, giggling gently as he offered to buy her a drink.<br><br>"Your girlfriend didn't come with you?" She perked a brow at him, her question lingering in the air as the bartender made his way over. "Sex on the Beach, please," she quipped, as if the drink order was some sort of an inside joke. The bartender smirked back at Emily and stared making her drink. Leaning over the bar so that her ass stuck out, elongated and curvaceous, Emily turned toward Richard, peering at him from over her shoulder. "There are very few things here, that are off limits." <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 20:56:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily<br><br>Richard was entranced, watching every movement Emily made as she secured the money that had been given to her. He raised his brows at her 'description' of the club but nodded his agreement. That was certainly clear to see, just by looking around at the establishment. He could see a few suspect actions going on in some of the darker areas, but given what he had done with Emily down on the beach it didn't really come as a shock to him. Brothel didn't quite fit either and he was glad his girlfriend had decided to go to bed early and not come down to the club. He didn't think she'd approve at all.<br><br>He shook his head. "Jetlag, or something." He responds, shrugging his shoulders, before letting his eyes follow the length of her body, trailing over every curve. He couldn't help but reach out and trace his finger lightly along her curves, starting on her ribs, following it down and then up over her hip, lifting his hand from her before he brushed it over her rear. "I'm starting to get that impression." He murmurs back, leaning in a little closer so that their conversation was a little more intimate. "I, uh, hm." He trails off, at a loss for words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWizardofOz</strong> on <strong>15-10-2014, 02:11:32</strong>
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				<strong>Picture of Character: </strong>: (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAXZgoVX9j4/Tndw5Yk1YPI/AAAAAAAADdU/ZJIfWNeQ1Fs/s1600/kiuji.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Colin Grey<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one at first, and then anyone who's at the beach<br><br>Taking a deep breath, Colin took in the aroma of the sea breeze as he stood on the pier. Having just gotten off the boat, he seemed like the only one who did get off at this stop, although he was told that there were already people on the island. He felt a tinge of excitement as he was greeted by a tour guide who welcomed him to the island and escort him onto the sand and began with a tour. His bags were taken straight to his room as he was shown past the Lure bar and beach followed by the semi-secluded beach, the Forbidden Fruit, the brothel and a couple other places which were mainly for couples. Then, finally, the guide and him arrived at his suite. Colin smiled happily as they walked in. It was a spacious room with everything he would need. <br><br>When the guide left, Colin politely tipped him before falling back on the bed. It was quite a big one, enough to fit at least 3 people. Who knows, maybe if he got lucky enough, Colin would need the extra space. After taking a shower, Colin saw that the sun was still out and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. He hadn't been to a beach in a while, and was in need of a tan so he rid himself of his clothes, only wearing swimming shorts. He took his beach towel and made his way down to the semi-secluded beach. Since it was a nudist one, he took off his shorts and lay his towel out on the bed, letting his feet sink into the sand. <br><br>As he put on some sunscreen, Colin saw a couple people in the distance, a man and a woman. He considered introducing himself but decided to relax for a moment, laying down on his towel and letting his skin sizzle under the sun.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>15-10-2014, 20:35:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Tatianna || <strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit, Bar || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Charles, OPEN.</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BaWNa1QCYAAVgzo.jpg)</div>Tatianna watched as he thought over his answer, her smile lingering while her finger traced around the top of her glass. She wondered if he would tell her something off the wall or completely over the top but to be honest that wasn't the sort of vibe she gt from him. Oh, she didn't doubt he was daring but he didn't seem to be like some looking for crazy antics and sexcapades like some over grown frat boy. No there was something else to him that suggested he might be a challenge, that he'd be intense and that his version of wild might be just the sort of thing to hit the spot on a warm tropical night. <br><br>Of course this was all speculation until he opened his mouth. By that point she'd already guided the equally bright straw of her drink to her lips for a sip of the sweet concoction. She could pick up only the slightest taste of the alcohol in it and immediately she knew this was one of those drinks designed to lower inhibitions. The sort of drink that got you well past buzzed before you even knew what hit you. Not that she need that sort of boost to act on her desires.<br><br>Twirling the tiny umbrella between her fingertips she listened to Charles' tale with interest. Anal was a big deal for some she knew, but it was the fact that he'd had the woman give up that last piece of herself in front of her jealous husband that was hot. She herself didn't have a significant other at this point but she could still imagine how incredibly arousing it had to be to have someone who knew you so intimately already watch you come undone at the hands of someone else, unable to act. She wondered to herself if the husband had been aroused at all? Had he watched with his cock straining and aching, fueling his jealousy while Charles fucked his wife? Or had he truly been too upset? <br><br>Tatianna herself was a big fan of pushing boundaries, of exploring and crossing lines. She liked taking risks and even more the sense that something <em>should</em> have been off limits tended to get her off faster than almost anything. All this was there to be spotted in her expression as she listened, her lips curving wickedly when Charles finally ended. <br><br>"You are a very naughty man," she teased. "Its a shame the guy couldn't be honest in the first place but at least you gave the woman something to remember. Though that is what you do, isn't it Charles? Leave women with memories they'll never forget... for one reason or another?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>16-10-2014, 03:18:53</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.charmedtv.ru/images/julian_mcmahon1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Charles | <strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong>Tatianna, open </div><hr><br>He took a big drink of the whisky once he was done with his story, it was clear that she approved she seemed interested, and he was of the idea that a woman like Tatianna has heard a share of stories, both real and made up by men trying to impress her. Retelling the story had also turned him on as he recalled the sensations from that night. The taking of a virginity was always exciting, but to do so in front of the one that always wanted it had been even better.<br><br>"Some would say it takes a very naughty woman to recognize a very naughty man. But yes." he said with a genuine smile, his hand reached up and he caressed her cheek softly with the tips of his fingers. "I live to make unforgettable memories, being here lets me do that often." he took a sip "Would we have been so honest if we were somewhere else? It's a fun thought but I doubt it."<br><br>"And as far as tonight." he continued his eyes focused on hers "Do you want a night filled with memories you will never forget Tatianna?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWizardofOz</strong> on <strong>16-10-2014, 04:53:45</strong>
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				<br><strong>Picture of Character: </strong>: <br>(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAXZgoVX9j4/Tndw5Yk1YPI/AAAAAAAADdU/ZJIfWNeQ1Fs/s1600/kiuji.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Colin | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach, then Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Emily, Richard open </div><hr><br>After some time lying on his back, Colin turned over and soon found himself falling asleep for a couple hours. When he awoke, the sun had set and the beach was empty. Grabbing his things, he would've liked to have gone for a swim but that would have to wait. Instead, Colin went back to his room for a bit, putting his things down and taking a shower. When he was all washed up, he felt like having a good night out and meeting a few new people. The nightclub that the island had there was supposed to be a good one, the only one there so he didn't have much choice. <br><br>Getting dressed nicely in black pants and a long sleeved white shirt, Colin found the club and walked it. Looking around as he walked in, Colin admired the layout and design of the place. His eyes were soon fixed on the blonde dancer, Emily, that was on the stage. She seemed like she was about to be whisked away by the man she was talking to, but Colin was sure that there were other dancers who were going to come on. He casually went to the bar and ordered a martini before walking down to the stage and sitting only a couple seats away from Emily.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 15:43:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> The Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen) / Colin (TheWizardOfOz)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;">Richard seemed to be captivated by the curvaceous sight of Emily's display, magnetically pulled to her naturally seductive aura. Her smile widened as she watched his eyes dart along the every detail of her body, taking in every piece of her that she was offering. Biting at her lower lip gently, she tiled her head in order to watch him closer, as his fingers relished the sensation of sliding down her side, before groping her full bottom. Elongating her spine in order to accentuate her curves even further, Emily responded to his touch with muted sighs, her lips parting to make room for a heated exhale. "Mmm, that's too bad... about your girlfriend." She smirked, not really meaning her words, but using them as a means of luring Richard even further, adoring the fact that she was his temptation, his 'other woman.' In the back of her mind she wondered how much Richard missed his girlfriend now. Was he even thinking about her before Emily brought her up?<br><br>With a sultry lick of her lips, she twisted her body so that she was angled closer toward Richard, appreciating that he was trying to make their conversation more private. But just as she did, the bartender interrupted, clearing his throat in a way that suggested he didn't need to, but was instead using it as a cue to get Emily's attention. "Here, Emily. Your Sex on the Beach," he grinned, sliding the drink across the bar to her. "Ooh, thank you," her voice picked up to reach the bartender's ears as she gripped the glass and guided it to her lips, straightening up so that she no longer leaned against the bar. With a quick survey of the area she then recognized a new pair of eyes watching her from a short distance away - a blond she didn't recognize. He sat a couple of seats away from her, at the bar, practically undressing her with his eyes. Perhaps she should get back to the tables soon, she considered, smirking at the newcomer between long sips of her drink. A moment later she set the glass down again and turned back toward Richard. "I'm glad you're starting to see that," she giggled. It wasn't like Richard needed to be made aware of such a thing, after all, he had the opportunity to fuck her on the beach only hours earlier, and passed it up, for fear that his girlfriend would smell another woman on him. "Thanks for the drink," she added, whispering the words in his ear, before guiding her tongue along the cartilage, her hot breath caressing his skin. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 16:04:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily<br><br>Richard didn't think for even half a second that Emily cared about his girlfriend. Hell, he didn't care about her anymore either. The temptation that Emily had provided down on the beach had certainly shown Richard that his heart didn't belong with his girlfriend - nor did his dick. The ensuing fondling and blowjob had certainly proven that and he found himself licking his lips as her body responded to his touch. OF course, she was paid to do this sort of thing. She wasn't per-se attracted to him in that other sort of manner. She was just doing her job. The muscles around his eyes tensed at that thought. Well, he wasn't looking to marry the girl. He was here to have fun.<br><br>He saw her eyes, however, glance past him to some one else before she smiled in that direction, and he found that his heart sank. It was just as he thought. She was paid to please him (indirectly as it was done) but her eyes rested somewhere else - either another 'customer' or some one who meant a little more to her then that. A lump formed in his throat as he realized that was why he was with Sarah, his girlfriend. Even though she didn't make him happy, she was the only sort of girl who had time in the day for him. No one else cared.<br><br>"Yeah, no problem." He responds as she leans into him, a hint of bitterness in his voice, even as her tongue and breath teased his ear. He bit his lip, instinctively putting his arm around her waist. He knew that other guy was watching, so he made more of a show of it. Instead of resting around her waist, he let his hand slide down over her ass, squeezing it firmly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 19:06:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> The Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen) / Colin (TheWizardOfOz)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;">In this sort of environment, eyes were often found wandering, whether it was on the beach or in the club, Temptation Island was created for just this sort of thing and it was why Emily chose to stay when she had first visited. The point of visiting, for those in relationships, was as a means of testing the strength of said relationship, while battling the temptation that loomed around every corner. Fighting against powerful demons like lust and desire, fighting instead <em>for</em> commitment and monogamy. Yet people were inherently selfish and greedy, everyone was after instant gratification, and very few people could withstand temptation when it was within arms reach. <br><br>Emily found that she enjoyed the game, when it was being enjoyed by those who she chose to tempt. Yet there are times when, unfortunately, things take an unexpected turn, people convince themselves to remain confused by their own feelings, and tell themselves they love someone when really, they are merely lusting after that someone. The Island could be used as a means of testing relationships, but at the end of the day, its purposes were centered around that and nothing more. On the other hand, should a couple feel that their relationship has withstood and continues to withstand the challenges they're thrown, then they could choose to get married there and use the resort as a honeymoon getaway, instead. It wasn't like the locals on the island were rooting for relationships to fail, but they were expected in one way or another to tempt the tourists. <br><br>As soon as Emily leaned into Richard again, after having met the eyes of a stranger, she felt his cold return to her advances and words. Yet his arm wound around her, a welcomed form of physical contact. Feeling his hand sliding down her backside, she shivered smally, grinning against his cheek as she angled her head back, finally pulling away enough to look at his face. Silently, meeting his gaze with her own sapphire stare, she stepped around his leg and wedged herself between his thighs, resting her hands on them, while pressing her hips against his waist, subtly. "You like how my ass feels in your hand?" Her voice was a raspy whisper as her hands slowly stroked against the length of his thighs and waist, strolling dangerously close to his crotch. Biting her lip for a moment, she released it only to faintly sigh, and offer a few more words in that same tone. "If you're planning to leave me hot and bothered like earlier, then maybe you should stop. I'm not sure I can handle another refusal to get laid." <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 20:41:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily<br><br>Richard relationship with Sarah had broken that very first day. Richard had been blind to how different they were and had only realized today that just because Sarah had paid attention to him, didn't mean she was the only one who would. But all of Richards life had been spent alone and he had been desperate. Things had been fun, of course, until he met Emily. He understood it was her job to stress his relationship, but that didn't mean they couldn't have fun while they did it either. He had never done such a public act before, getting naked and having oral sex (with a stranger at that!) down on the beach. But he could only push things so far.<br><br>As she nestled between his legs he found his arousal stirring again, her hand dangerously close to groping him right there. There were a lot more people in the club than down by the beach earlier and as giddy as it made him, Richard could do with a little more privacy. The last thing he wanted was for Sarah to find out what he had been getting up too.<br><br>He licked his lips and made a decision in those fleeting seconds. "Well, I'm not getting laid once I get home tonight." He responds, squeezing her ass a little more. "So, if you know of somewhere a little more private, I think I'd like the both of us to go home tonight feeling rather pleased by the time its over."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>31-10-2014, 01:39:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Tatianna || <strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit, Bar || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Charles, OPEN.</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BaWNa1QCYAAVgzo.jpg)</div>Tatianna didn't pull away from the caress of his fingers against her cheek. If anything the light touch seemed to make her skin tingle in its wake and leave her wondering if the effect would be the same elsewhere on her body. She might have tried to feign innocence as he called her out but the utterly wicked smile that appeared ruined any chance of pulling that off. His admission didn't come as a surprise to her in the least and indeed she thought better of him for not trying to hide the truth she already sensed. She liked men that knew themselves and didn't make apologies. <br><br>"Mmm, are you offering?" Came her reply to his question. Her fingers toyed with her straw as she looked up at him, not shying away at the intimate connection. She was a grown woman, one who knew her body and what she liked and wanted, and right now she very much wanted a piece of the man standing in front of her. Perhaps she should have turned things away from the direction they were headed and played hard to get, but she didn't want to. Didn't see a reason to really. So she took a step closer, forgetting about her drink as her hand lifted to press against Charles' chest and then slide up around his neck. "Because I would very much enjoy giving it a try."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>31-10-2014, 02:03:51</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.charmedtv.ru/images/julian_mcmahon1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Charles | <strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong>Tatianna, open </div><hr><br>Charles liked her, in a way she seemed to be as naughty as he was, but in the way only a fiery woman could be. She was rare, she wasn't hiding anything, perhaps because he wasn't either. If he had tried a more subtle approach perhaps she would have done so as well and they would still be playing instead of making memories.<br><br>"To a woman like you, always." he said as he watched her play with the straw in her drink. When she took a step closer he did the same, and enjoyed her touch going up from his chest to his neck.<br><br>His eyes were fixated on hers even as he was very aware of her body, he too left the drink at the bar, it was unimportant now, and placed that hand against her hip, holding her close. She certainly wasn't like the shy woman he had told her about, or even like the horny married women that came to the island decided to be with other men, she was a confident woman that like him had every intention to enjoy life to the fullest.<br><br>"Let's start then" he said and placing his other hand on her slender neck he pulled her in for a deep passionate kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-11-2014, 17:52:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> The Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen) / Colin (TheWizardOfOz)</div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;">She watched the way Richard seemed to consider her offer, his expression changing as he considered it. Her head tilted as she watched him, wondering if he was hesitating because of his girlfriend, or because of the very public setting they both currently found themselves in. Then again, why couldn't it be both? <br><br>Emily bit at her lower lip as he groped her ass with a firmer squeeze, making her giggle in delight at the sensation. If only he would also go so far as to give it a smack, then she would surely be dripping wet before having the chance to take him to a VIP booth. Her grin would only grow as he spoke, finding it adorable that he preferred to be somewhere slightly more secluded. Not everyone was as interested in public sex as Emily, after all. "That's a shame..." she offered, about his predicament about not getting any action once he returned to his hut tonight. <br><br>She eased back and brought her arms to either side of his waist, tugging on his shirt lightly to encourage him to slide off the bar stool. "We haven't even started and you're already talking about the time it's over. Tsk, tsk, Richard." She teased, then grabbed his hand and spun, walking across the bar and to the VIP section where she found a booth that was unoccupied and slid inside, shutting the curtain behind Richard after he would follow her inside, assuming he did so. "Also, you never specified. Does 'leaving feeling rather pleased' mean you're suddenly interested in fucking me?" She perked a brow, challenging him now, unable to keep from wondering what had changed from just a few hours earlier on the beach, when he refused.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>03-11-2014, 15:49:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Richard Simon - 28<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forbidden Fruit - VIP Booth<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Emily<br><br>Richard blushed slightly at her words but obediently slid off the stool at her urging. His hand clasped hers as she lead him from the bar and over to the VIP section. He glanced around as they entered it - he'd never been to the VIP section of a club before - but immediately knew this wasn't your standard VIP room. He felt a little giddy with excitement as she closed the curtains to one booth, sequestering them off from the rest of the club - private but also somewhat public too.<br><br>He sat down on the plush cushioning, heart starting to race a bit now as she brought up the word 'fucking' so crudely. It was still uncharted waters for him - the idea of fully cheating on his girlfriend was still completely different than the act itself. But he was determined, committed this time, to fully go through with the act. He was already broken up with Sarah, mentally to some degree, and it would take the physical act to make it more permanent.<br><br>"I guess you could say that." He says with a shit-eating-grin on his face, his eyes roaming over her body. He settled back a little more. "After the taste I got earlier, I can't help but wonder what the full meal will be like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Island [IC Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 17:24:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>~Unfortunately, this group game can no longer continue.~</strong></div>
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