Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors
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				Title: <strong>Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 13:43:14</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Bannersmuttastic.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Great Outdoors</span></span></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.homebunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2162.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> Aerial View (http://www2.pictures.lonny.com/mp/nVi5Vo9A9RZl.jpg)</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.homebunch.com/wp-content/uploads/3132.jpg)<br></td><td>(http://www.homebunch.com/wp-content/uploads/1263.jpg)<br></td><td>(http://www.homebunch.com/wp-content/uploads/872.jpg)<br></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Welcome to the Great Outdoors. Your character will find a crap load of mischief to get up to during their time on Paradise Isle. <br><br>Entertainment includes but is not limited to sailing, scuba diving, access to poolhouse (http://www.homebunch.com/wp-content/uploads/1443.jpg), exploration trips, motorized watercraft, parasailing, yoga and recreational classes. <br><br>Other locations for scenes include a garden, swimming pool and bar, various sporting courts (volleyball, tennis, basketball), and golf course. <br><br>Of course, there is access to your own private beach. <br></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Game Links</span></strong><br>OOC &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259066.0)<br>Interest Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=258938.0)<br>Character Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.0)<br>Want Ads (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259140.0)<br>History Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259075.0)<br>Great Outdoors (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259084.0)<br>Mansion, Floor One (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259085.0)<br>Mansion, Floor Two (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259087.0)<br>Mansion, Lower Level (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259088.0)<br></span></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 13:45:36</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/August-2018-calendar.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Things You Should Know</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">-The trip's duration is from August 1 to August 15. It is also the year 2018.<br>-The Island is called Paradise Isle, and it is own by James Richards, the owner of Fhloston Inc.<br>-The island is located somewhere near Indonesia.</span></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Tag Header</span></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://pic)</div><strong>Name:</strong> What's your character's name? <br><strong>Status:</strong> Are they a guest, employee, or hired help? Please include their position if an employee. <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> What day are you playing on? What time of day is it?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Where are they currently located?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What are they wearing currently? Feel free to link a picture or describe their attire in words. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Who is directly interacted with in the post? <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not everyone likes what you like. Add a suitable warning here<hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=10]http://pic[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] What's your character's name? <br>[b]Status:[/b] Are they a guest, employee, or hired help? Please include their position if an employee. <br>[b]Date | Time:[/b] What day are you playing on? What time of day is it?<br>[b]Location:[/b] Where are they currently located?<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] What are they wearing currently? Feel free to link a picture or describe their attire in words. <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] Who is directly interacted with in the post? [b]Mentioned:[/b] Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br>[b]Content Warning:[/b] Not everyone likes what you like. Add a suitable warning here[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 04:07:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/Jesse_williams_shirtless.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - ship's medical doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1, 2018 | 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, swimming trunks, slippers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Okello didn't waste any time.&nbsp; As soon as he got off the plane and onto the yacht to go to the island, he changed out of his travel outfit and into a pair of swimming trunks and a pair of slippers.<br><br>Working on a cruise ship was like being on vacation.&nbsp; But now he was on vacation from being on vacation.<br><br>It was a huge burden off his back.&nbsp; He didn't have to worry about people getting hurt.&nbsp; He didn't have to worry about people getting sick.&nbsp; He didn't have to worry about people dying.&nbsp; He didn't have to <em>worry</em>.<br><br>All he had to do was have a good time.<br><br>Still, being a doctor wasn't something you could just turn off.&nbsp; But at least now it was something he could dial down.<br><br>But he did have one worry.<br><br>Her name was Hailee Spencer.<br><br>Hailee was the 10 years younger sister of his buddy from medical school.&nbsp; A couple of months ago, his friend called him to ask him to use his employee discount to get a college graduation trip for Hailee.<br><br>One thing led to another, and Hailee was now Okello's guest.&nbsp; He hadn't seen her in 6 years, and back then she was just a female, teenage, awkward, lanky version of her brother.&nbsp; Hailee's brother Griffin thought she was weird, but Okello just found her to be shy.&nbsp; Even then, he was not really looking forward to having to babysit her.&nbsp; <br><br>So far, he hadn't yet run into her.&nbsp; He decided to put Hailee out of his mind.&nbsp; Who knows.&nbsp; Maybe she bailed out of the trip.&nbsp; And then Okello really didn't have to worry about anything.<br><br>As the yacht cut through the clear blue ocean, Okello leaned against the railing, feeling the wind in his short hair and against his bare chest.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 04:22:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2c/18/b8/2c18b84237b7f30023e1240321ef96b3.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> James Richards<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | C.E.O. of Fhloston Inc.<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance of the House | On the Stairs<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/51/9c/1b/519c1be6a3c358a6846134661c9410a1.jpg) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All Attendants <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Welcome Bitches! | Basically PG-13</span><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/9f/7c/3b9f7c0f76c3a860d3c75de643e05ce3.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Your character arrived to Paradise Isle via private yacht, transport provided by James Richards, the owner and brain child behind the creation of Fhloston Paradise cruise line about fifteen years ago. True to the company’s motto ‘Enjoy, Explore, and Experience’, after each successful year, employees are treated to a bonus, either in financial compensation or a vacation which would make them the envy of those not fortunate enough to be employed by the company. It is no wonder Fhloston Inc. often makes the happiest employees list. <br><br>Prior to being granted permission to attend the retreat, all participants were required to fill out a Terms of Attendance agreement. The document was also witnessed by two others to ensure its authenticity. Many points were covered but the most important stipulations were as followed:&nbsp; </span><br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">You dissolve Fhloston Inc. of any and all responsibility financial or criminal that would result in broken bones, heart failure, marital or relational strife, etc.</span> </li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">As a guest of Paradise Isle, you agree to voluntary divest yourself of all cameras, cellular devices, and electronic technology capable of recording your vacation experience. There is no video recording, audio recording, or written recording allowed upon the island. You are allowed to utilize the island’s photographers, who will allow you to take approved photographs. No other photography is permissible. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">You agree that you will respect the privacy rights of other guests. You will not at any time, directly or indirectly, disclose other guests’ experience.</span> </li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Any failure to adhere to these stipulations will result in contacting the local authorities and prosecution in the court of law.</span> </li></ul><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">James Richards, curiously so, was not aboard the yacht to greet his employees and their guests. However, his absence was not missed since the brief ride was an enjoyable one. The waters were smooth while there was an abundance of ocean wildlife to be witnessed if one took the time to look out from the deck. Your character quickly learned the hired staff were eager to help with problems both mundane and intimate. The short hour practically flies by before the captain docks at the harbor. <br><br>Hired helpers once again made the transition easy, ensuring your character’s luggage was transported to the mansion and their appointed rooms. Those who requested to room together would find their belongings together in the mansion. After a brief walk, the mansion, that had been visible during the short excursion, came into fuller view, revealing the opulent splendor which would be theirs for the next week and a half.&nbsp; <br><br>A solitary figure could be spotted upon the main entry stairs. It was hard to make out who the person was until your character broached a little closer to discover it was James Richards….in a white robe...with a cigar in his mouth and a drink in his hand. <br><br>“Welcome!” He shouted, releasing a small puff of smoke from his mouth. “Welcome to Paradise Isle. Congratulations to another year of fucking the competition in the ass...with no lube. Now, don’t worry. I won’t take up too much of your time but thank you for all your hard work this year. Now, go fucking enjoy yourselves. This island is yours so make the most of it.” If it wasn't obvious before, it should be then that James had a little to drink. <br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 05:15:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rHBCgde.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Caroline Wafford</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796332#msg12796332) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Concierge <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 1st, a little after one in the afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Swimming pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Polyvore Link (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=132534830) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; None<hr><br>The water was cool upon her feet, refreshing and soothing.&nbsp; After the long days of traveling and trying to get her affairs in order, the crystal clear waters of the pool felt like heaven.<br><br>She could sit there for hours, Caroline thought to herself.&nbsp; Her eyes closed behind the sunglasses, savoring the natural sensory assault.&nbsp; The feel of the breeze off the ocean in the distance; the warmth of the south-pacific sun upon her skin; the cold water around her feet and ankles.&nbsp; It brought a gentle smirk to her lips.&nbsp; Was this what it was like to be a pampered passenger, she thought.&nbsp; Was this what it was like to be the one served, rather than being the one who served?<br><br>A girl could get used to this, she mused, reaching from her place upon the edge of the pool to splash some of the cool, refreshing water upon her skin.&nbsp; The perfect way to begin the next chapter of her life.<br><br>There was no better way in her mind to end her time with the cruise than on the company's getaway.&nbsp; A couple more weeks, another excursion aboard one of the line's ships, and she would be done for good with the hospitality industry, off to bigger and more sane days on solid ground, rather than the often chaotic world at sea.&nbsp; Her new life was waiting for her at home, but for now...&nbsp; <br><br>The trip was a gift to herself.&nbsp; She could have stayed home, looked after things and started to put things in order, but she deserved this chance to get away, a last chance to get out and have some fun before committing herself to a more serious life at home.&nbsp; And she was intending to celebrate and enjoy life as much as she could, she thought, feeling the tension and stresses that had followed her lift from her body as she took in her surroundings and relaxed for the first time in a long time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 07:13:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/e072c58a77faa5114dea55df3f07228a/tumblr_o6ey9rz0JP1vnvl33o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marco Gutierrez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 1:15 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pool Attire (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/VIKvJPKzQs9qt6orR1c60w/cid/212034713/id/XG9LNAuy5hGczS-2yHa90g/size/c600x469.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline Wafford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Boy being silly<br><hr><br>Marco barely stopped in at his room, only staying long enough to shed his clothes, change for the pool and inflate his Homer donut float.&nbsp; He grinned to himself as he jogged through the mansion, sunglasses on, and headed outside into the sunlight.&nbsp; Heading his beloved mother's voice in his head, he'd applied a layer of sunscreen, but he refused to wear a shirt, basking in the warmth that spread across his bare shoulders and back.&nbsp; His tanned skin glistened slightly from the sunblock, and the dog tags around his neck jangled softly as he padded up to the pool and tossed his towel on a nearby lounge chair.&nbsp; Spotting the blonde poolside, he revealed his perfect, white teeth in a winning smile and called to her.<br><br>"Hey, mamasita.&nbsp; You think the servers will come out and bring us drinks?&nbsp; I'm not looking to get smashed, but a lemonade would be delicious right about now."<br><br>He sauntered over to drop down and sit beside her on the edge of the pool, still grinning, and tossed his large pool float in.&nbsp; After removing his flip-flops, he extended one leg to keep the float nearby, positioning it just so, before sliding gracefully off the edge of the pool...and landing inelegantly with his back across the hole in the float and his ass dangling off the edge.&nbsp; He grunted as he struggled and flailed, trying to keep from flopping entirely off the donut, his dark hair flicking forward across his brows and over his eyes.&nbsp; He muttered a few choice curse words in mingled English and Spanish, and wriggled around, finally managing to roll over and crab his way up on the float, his wet ass waggling in the air.&nbsp; With a final grunt, he flipped over and settled with hs hips in the hole and his arms across the side of the float, trying to look cool while he ran a hand through his hair to shove it back out of his face.<br><br>"Uh...You mind if we keep that whole incident between us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 08:11:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rHBCgde.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Caroline Wafford</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796332#msg12796332) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Concierge <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 1st, a little after one in the afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Swimming pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Polyvore Link (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=132534830) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Marco Gutierrez&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; None<hr><br>The voice of the approaching person caught her attention away from the thoughts of the future.&nbsp; Caroline's head turned, not quite sure what she was expecting, but the man who was approaching her certainly wasn't.<br><br>An eyebrow perked from behind the glasses, her interest piqued at the handsome man who had approached her with a sense of familiarity.&nbsp; It brought an amused grin upon her face, her thoughts along the lines of his, apparently, with the desire for something refreshing to drink on the warm day.<br><br>She didn't protest in the slightest as the handsome specimen sat down beside her, and soon tried to maneuver himself onto the inflatable with somewhat comedic results.&nbsp; Her grin widened as she watched him struggle, taking a sense of satisfaction at the sight of his wet behind in the clinging swim shorts.&nbsp; A cute behind, she shamelessly thought to herself.<br><br>“Don't worry.&nbsp; Your secret is safe with me.” She said warmly, thankful for the sunglasses that obscured the eyes that wandered across his hard, sculpted abdomen.&nbsp; “I'm Caroline.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 12:34:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Guilherme_Leao_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 8, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a trail to a cliff near a waterfall<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Indira Quinn <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>After exploring the dungeon, Andres wanted to take a dive.&nbsp; On the ride in on the yacht, he noticed a nice potential jumping point near a waterfall.<br><br>There was a familiar figure in a bikini already there, looking over the edge.&nbsp; Andres saw her from behind.&nbsp; And Andres focused <em>on</em> her behind.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hips were wide and her ass was full, and Andres had to lick his lips and bite his bottom lip as he imagined Indira bent over and taking him from behind.<br><br>The rest of her was gorgeous, too.&nbsp; Long, thick hair.&nbsp; Soft, smooth skin.&nbsp; Breasts that were full enough that the sides of them were visible from his point of view when she raised her arms.&nbsp; Andres admired her figure some before revealing his presence to her.<br><br>Andres thought of some of the American vocabulary that would describe her.<br><br>MILF?&nbsp; Yes, Indira was a mother, and Andres definitely wanted to fuck her, so MILF applied.<br><br>Cougar?&nbsp; Andres wasn't sure of her age, but there was no way she was in her 40s, which seemed like the common minimum age for that term to work, so cougar did not apply.<br><br><strong>"Indira?&nbsp; Indira Quinn?&nbsp; I thought that was you."</strong><br><br>He approached her.<br><br><strong>"So nice to see you.&nbsp; I was actually just thinking about you.&nbsp; I was hoping you would be here."</strong><br><br>He looked over the cliff.<br><br><strong>"Thinking of jumping down into the water?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 14:31:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild homoerotica<hr><br>Wasn't any need to get drunk first. There had been an opportunity in the second world of the island, like a door left ajar in the tiger pen, and instinct told her to dart to freedom. Didn't need convincing. She was already right there with James. Jim? As the bow had cut the warm tropical waves en route she'd stripped down to the barest black-paneled bikini in the fluorescent color of a printer running just on cyan and magenta. Eye-catchingly bright on a modest little frame, a head shorter than most on board. <em>Notice my body </em>the colors demanded. <em>Right here on A-cup tits and my waxed bikini line is where I want your eyes. </em>"This is amazing!" she called to James over the din of gratitude, eagerness, uncertainty? Choe Ja was not uncertain. She was flying a seabreeze-dappled shawl up over her head like a World Cup flag, and released the perfumed gossamer from her fingertips, twirling over the cliffs.<br><br>Make the island hers. Like a lucid dream, she would.<br><br>No woman was going to approach her first, that was pretty much a given- not when you looked like you might not speak a word of English. Her English was perfectly servicable, though, as she passed by her fellow guests and had private words for each of the single ladies. "Will I see you out on the beach?" Maintaining eye contact, though it was the gravity of American curves that pulled her in. "I'm so excited, I can't decide where to go first." She had done this before in Seoul clubs, where her love would be a shameful secret. Discreetly, casually gauging interest. Seeing who would notice the plunging five inches of smooth porcelain between navel and waistband. Tucking back her hair, the way American girls did on Netflix. "I think I want to get out there while it still feels dangerous."<br><br>Her room was a shared one. Sarah was the name. Ms. Pyun tried to discern, from all the disembarking faces, who in the world that might be. It would probably be more apparent, to Ms. Levitz, which guest was Pyun Choe Ja.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 23:26:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/31/ae/48/31ae487e56f8310794472edef4d62b27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder, Spiteful Bitch<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at House<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- Green dress, heels, sunglasses, wide brimmed sun hat&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Aaron <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Assorted other people there arriving as well<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Sass<hr><br>While she was not generally one for hand holding in public the brief boat ride over, which she spent largely below deck, left her still a little unsteady.&nbsp; Thankfully it wasn't full blown sea sickness, but enough that she'd threaded her fingers through Aaron's and leaned into him as they moved up the path toward the house.&nbsp; <br><br>The sight of their esteemed Mr Richards in full robe regalia at the top of the stairs&nbsp; drew a low inelegant snort from her and she took off her glasses&nbsp; just to make sure she could appreciate the picture that he presented. "Really James?&nbsp; Good to know you've managed to locate the scotch even if your pants continue to prove elusive..." She'd entertained vague thoughts of playing nice, at least for the beginning of this trip, but all of that went right out the window at the sight of smoke curling against that salt and pepper hair and that lazy smirk of his.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a deep breath her free hand smoothed the line of her knee length dress and she mentally counted back from ten, resisting the urge to make further comments about his Pleasure Island already having at least one jackass (that's right, Pinocchio references for the win!) Instead she tipped her head up offering Aaron a bright smile.&nbsp; "I'm going to go get changed.&nbsp; Join me?" Fingers trailed lightly along the muscled edge of his arm, enjoying the feel of sun-heated skin beneath her hand.&nbsp; All in all this island still had a lot going for it!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 23:56:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White T-Shirt, Cutoff Denim Shorts, White Ankle Socks, Blue Sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ, Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>It wasn't as easy for Sarah to find Choe Ja as it would first appear. After all, Fhloston was an equal-opportunity employer and a fairly large one, which Sarah figured meant that there were bound to be at least a few Asian women around. Not that she was actively looking - for the moment, she was just taking in the surroundings, basking in the good fortune that her employer had actually chosen <em>her</em> to come here. Up to now, Sarah had been pretty conservative in her dealings, especially at work. But this was going to be different. Now, she was going to let her hair down and have some actual fun, And heck, it sure looked like this was the kind of place in which a girl could do exactly that.<br><br>As it so happened, this is exactly how Sarah found her roommate. She had been so taken by the scale and appearance of the getaway that she wasn't paying as close attention to the people around her. So to be more precise, she ran into PJ.<br><br>Stumbling to the ground and dropping her suitcase, she yelped out, "Oh, I'm sorry!" as her rear hit the pavement. "I was kind of taken in by the resort, so I wasn't careful. I'm sorry. Wait," she added as she rubbed the back of her head, giving an embarrassed smile to the Asian, "I already said that, didn't I? Sorry..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 00:27:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Hailee%20Arrival_zpsecdngstq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1, 2018 | 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;----&nbsp; + cut off jean shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Okello <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<hr><br>She cleared her throat once.<br><br>Twice.<br><br>A third louder time since the previous two had been blown away by the salted ocean breeze.&nbsp; Surely that would be enough to get his attention?&nbsp; Hailee fought the urge to shift back and forth on the balls of her bare feet.&nbsp; Her fingers were already twisting back and forth over the brim of the straw hat held in her hands and any more fidgeting would surely look weird and that would just never do.&nbsp; She'd been lecturing herself for the last ten minutes below deck about playing it cool and not cocking this first meeting up.<br><br>" 'ello Okello.... alright that sounded more fun and less lame in my head. How about just Hi!" &nbsp;Oh God, she was blowing this. It was so much worse than the last time she saw him.&nbsp; Probably because he wasn't wearing a shirt.&nbsp; Women shouldn't be held accountable for things that came out of their mouths when confronted with the sight of all that bare skin.&nbsp; Unfair.<br><br>Then again she wasn't exactly covered up either.&nbsp; <br><br>Legs which had sometimes been described as gangly growing up were now showcased as an asset, long and tanned and highlighted by the worn cut-off jeans she wore.&nbsp; There was probably more string in the bracelets which climbed up her right wrist/arm than in the peachish pink bikini top that was tied firmly around her neck and again between her shoulder blades.&nbsp; Long blonde hair whipped haphazardly around her freckle dusted shoulders; she should have gone with her initial inclination and tied it back, but had last minute decided it looked better down and she'd pulled it from the braid it had been in.&nbsp; Mistake, and not the last she'd make this day apparently.<br><br>"Sorry I missed you earlier, it was hectic trying to get everything settled, and there were so many people getting on the ship! boat? yacht? What do they call these anyway?&nbsp; I can't thank you enough for bringing me.&nbsp; I mean I know Griffin mentioned you worked for a travel company, but I never expected this.&nbsp; It's amazing... YOU'RE amazing." And just like that she was launching herself at him, hat kind of squashed up between them her cheek resting against his shoulder as she pulled him into a tight hug.&nbsp; "Thank you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 04:12:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s480x480/e35/c0.135.1080.1080/13744101_1039694612775273_1296490155_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI5ODAyMTc4OTQ1MjAyODkwMA%3D%3D.2.c)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee&nbsp; - Maid<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 11:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Front of Mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &amp; Sundress (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/EulhN8KO83WTXMlJzDMg/cid/212082822/id/HKJHIrqy5hGpHgUdXi33Qg/size/c600x471.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James Richards, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br><br><hr><br>Stephanie's hips swayed as she made her way up the walk to the front of the mansion, her face already turning a soft pink from the sun and excitement of the trip.&nbsp; She carried a straw bag over her shoulder, leaving the rest of her considerable load of luggage for the porters to deal with.&nbsp; When they all stopped in front of the mansion, she slid her sunglasses up on top of her head and smiled up at her boss, lifting a hand to wiggle her fingers at him in greeting.<br><br>"Hey, Mr. Richards!&nbsp; The place looks amazing.&nbsp; You've outdone yourself, yet again!"<br><br>She laughed lightly and turned on a heel to look around at the whole view, biting her lower lip as her eyes raked the nearby beach with interest.&nbsp; Slipping a hand into her bag, she removed a bottle of water and took a sip, trying to decide what she wanted to do first.&nbsp; Then thought of heading upstairs and unpacking was entirely too sensible, and the beach was wicked enticing.&nbsp; She dropped her water back into her bag, and glanced around at the other people, trying to see if there was anyone interesting to invite along on her foray into surf and sand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 05:32:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/DawnaviClose.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cutoff denim shorts and a crew cut tee. (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Dawn-jaroselfie.png)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ and Sarah <strong>Mentioning:</strong> James Richards and Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Her boss was sloshed.&nbsp; In a way that was a really good sign.&nbsp; Amor knew about these private retreats and secret cruises.&nbsp; She had booked a number of these outings for special clients.&nbsp; But she didn’t really know if you know what I mean.&nbsp; You can see the itinerary and the kinky little extras that clients booked for their cruises.&nbsp; You heard the office rumors about “last year’s” party and how crazy it was, but it was something that you needed to experience for yourself.&nbsp; Last year with the help of her bonus Amor had finally paid off her student loan, two years early even.&nbsp; She decided this year that she was going to celebrate and instead of taking the bonus she was going to go to the company retreat and see how wild it really was.<br><br>So far it seemed like it was living up to the hype.&nbsp; The ride over by ship had been relatively short, but many of the guests had already traded their business casual for bikinis and sun kissed skin.&nbsp; Now they were being addressed by their drunken boss and invited to live it up.&nbsp; Amor was certainly going to try.&nbsp; Her pink bikini bottoms were covered by a pair of short denim cut offs and the top by a low crew cut tee that proudly proclaimed “I &lt;3 GIRLS” on it.&nbsp; There was really no point in being coy.&nbsp; Amor was certainly hoping there were other ladies aboard that felt the same, or at least a few that were curious enough find out.<br><br>Amor milled about with the rest of the passengers.&nbsp; She smiled at James who was saying hello to a lovely woman with hazel eyes and a shear sundress that left her tantalizing orange bikini glowing threw.&nbsp; Amor was pretty sure the young woman’s name was Stephanie and she was going to make it a point to say hello to her at some point.&nbsp; Amor was pretty sure James would have no idea who she was so she didn’t bother to stop and chat.&nbsp; Instead she chatted a little with some of the people she had met on board the ship and some she had never met.<br><br>"Will I see you out on the beach?" Despite the fact that Chloe Ja spoke very good English Amor found the light chirp of an accent endearing.&nbsp; Amor herself had been taught Tagalog by her parents, but her accent in Tagalog would have been far more pronounced that CJ’s in English. "I'm so excited, I can't decide where to go first."<br><br>“Absolutely!” Amor answered enthusiastically.&nbsp; CJ was already in her bikini and looked to be ready to hit the white sands as soon as possible.&nbsp; She was petite where Amor was curvy and Amor very much approved of how the bikini lines begged the eye to wander.<br><br>“I know.&nbsp; I think I want to look around a bit first, but the beach is definitely high on my…Oh!”&nbsp; Amor had been so distracted by disembarking and beautiful women that she never saw Sarah until it was too late.&nbsp; It looked like the woman who had run into CJ was the one that was worse for wear.&nbsp; She was the one that was flat on her rump.&nbsp; “Are you okay,” she looked from CJ to Sarah and reached out a hand to help the woman up.&nbsp; Once she was sure they were both okay she introduced herself to Sarah as well.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 06:41:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 8, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cliff beside a waterfall<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yellow bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The island was beautiful. And that was coming from someone who worked on a floating vessel that stopped in gorgeous places all the time. There seemed to be so much to see and nothing much to do which made it the perfect recipe for trouble. Trouble that was already plaguing her every day and night. Trouble that put thoughts she had no business entertaining in her head. Escape had been necessary.<br><br>Hiking up to the top of the waterfall had been a whim driven by the need to escape. Once there she'd stopped to admire the beauty and curiosity had driven her to inch closer to the edge and peer down into the water below. Moved by the sight of such a pristine scene, Indira's arms crossed in front of her, her hands settling at her waist as if she were holding herself back. But what was she holding herself back from?<br><br><em>"Indira?&nbsp; Indira Quinn?&nbsp; I thought that was you."</em><br><br>His voice scared her. She gasped and jumped slightly, quickly moving away from the edge for fear of falling over. Eyes closed one hand lifted to press against her chest over theh eart that felt as if it were trying to burst free of her rib cage and run away. <br><br><em>"So nice to see you.&nbsp; I was actually just thinking about you.&nbsp; I was hoping you would be here.&nbsp; Thinking of jumping down into the water?"</em><br><br>It was the last question that got through to her. She heard him of course but that last had her eyes flying open as she shook her head insistently. "Oh good god no. Why on earth..." The question trailed off as she truly realized who she was speaking to. Some part of her had known the moment she heard his voice but no she was looking at him. And remember the last time she'd ended up far too close to him. <br><br>Not trusting herself, Indira moved farther away from the edge. Farther away from Andres.<br><br>"You would really jump from there? I'd be too worried I'd crack my head on a rock or something." She cleared her throat and shifted her gaze out to the horizon. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 12:15:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/Jesse_williams_shirtless.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - ship's medical doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/18 | morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, swimming trunks, slippers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Standing on the bow of the ship, feeling the breeze, enjoying the view, Okello's mind had been wandering, and he completely missed the trio of throat clearings.<br><br><em>"'ello Okello..."</em><br><br>Okello straightened up at the feminine voice and turned around slowly.<br><br><em>"alright that sounded more fun and less lame in my head. How about just Hi!"</em><br><br>Okello was confused.&nbsp; Who <em>was</em> this girl and how did she know his name?<br><br>Not that he minded because she was stunning.&nbsp; He knew this trip would potentially be wild, but he wasn't expecting a gorgeous girl like the one before him to know his name.<br><br>Okello's eyes wandered from head to toe.&nbsp; Her face was perfectly symmetrical, her eyes were big and bright, and her blond hair brushed against her soft, bare skin as it flowed with the breeze.<br><br>His gaze moved down to her chest and he couldn't help but imagine how those breasts looked without the bikini top in the way.&nbsp; Her tummy was flat, her hips wide, her legs long and shapely.<br><br><em>"Sorry I missed you earlier, it was hectic trying to get everything settled, and there were so many people getting on the ship! boat? yacht? What do they call these anyway?"</em><br><br>He still hadn't made the connection.&nbsp; Who was she?&nbsp; How could he possibly not remember this girl?&nbsp; Was she a patient?&nbsp; When did she miss him?&nbsp; For an appointment?&nbsp; Okello was confused, but then again his mind had just been wandering into nothingness, was now wandering over the landscape of her body, and still hadn't been able to fully process what was going on.&nbsp; At least he got a direct question to focus on.<br><br><strong>"Yes, you are correct, miss.&nbsp; This is a yacht..."</strong><br><br><em>"I can't thank you enough for bringing me.&nbsp; I mean I know Griffin mentioned you worked for a travel company, but I never expected this."</em><br><br>Griffin?&nbsp; His friend from med school.&nbsp; But how did she... no, it couldn't be.<br><br><em>"It's amazing... YOU'RE amazing."</em><br><br>The next moment was slow motion.&nbsp; In real life, she might have been pressing her body up against his instantly, but in his perception of time, he was enjoying every movement and moment.&nbsp; The way she leaned forward, giving him a better view of the perky swells of her youthful breasts, the way those arms reaching for him to wrap around his body, the way she pressed her bare flesh against his muscles.<br><br><em>"Thank you!"</em><br><br>He let her hug him, and rather enjoyed the way she put her arms around his stomach and lower back, along with the way she pressed her cheek on his shoulder.&nbsp; His arms found their way around her, too, around her shoulders blade and upper back.&nbsp; He rested his chin on her head.&nbsp; It was a good thing that straw hat was between them, otherwise she might feel him getting turned on by her.<br><br><strong>"You're welcome... Hailee.&nbsp; It's so nice to see you again.&nbsp; It's been so long."</strong><br><br>He wasn't going to let go first, but he was going to release right after she was ready to conclude the hug.&nbsp; He let her step back since he was already leaning back against the railing.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, I never expected this either.&nbsp; It's a new thing the company is doing, one of many new things.&nbsp; I can't wait to get to the island."</strong><br><br>He hadn't noticed that her hat was hanging off the tent forming in his swimming trunks.<br><br><strong>"So, you're all graduated now.&nbsp; Congratulations!&nbsp; Not to ruin the moment, but, if you're interested, maybe you can work for Fhloston.&nbsp; What did you end up majoring in?"</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 13:49:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild homoerotica<hr><br>Americans probably ran into each other all the time, headlong, shoving for the end zone, shoulders against the world, yelling. Choe Ja made a face when she was struck bodily, a sour <em>what is happening </em>wince, and she was malleable to it as mistreated papercraft. She had not been ready to defend her right to stand there. But here was a woman with a scuffed and bruised decade of standing for the right to love against the tackles of public official and popular opinion, so if someone thought she would pay for abuse with bows and apologies, they had another thing coming.<br><br>The way she looked down at Sarah was ready for the worst. Not the best first impression had been made. Her hand went for the dropped suitcase, and with a little boost of adrenaline, reeled it in. She consulted the tag. Sarah Levitz. "Hmm." It hung at the ends of her arms, over her lap, firmly in her custody. "Sarah Levitz, this is you? I am Choe Ja." A stewardess smile. "We were roomed together." Now she offered a small stiff-armed bow, and took the opportunity to trace the print on Amor's top with her eyes.<br><br>"I... heart... girls." Her English was much better than she pretended in that moment. "Oh, yes, I see! What a great shirt." When she looked to Sarah again, an impish wiggle worked down her arms and into a swaying suitcase. A little delight at what she was about to do. "If you need a place to change out of it for the beach, I think, we are ready to open our room?" The suitcase rose in her hands for emphasis. "And I can show you my great shirt. I think you might like it. I could never wear it in public before now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 18:06:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2c/18/b8/2c18b84237b7f30023e1240321ef96b3.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> James Richards<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | C.E.O. of Fhloston Inc.<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance of the House | On the Stairs<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/51/9c/1b/519c1be6a3c358a6846134661c9410a1.jpg) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Grinch (https://66.media.tumblr.com/409b2967746caee60368a8297151c1a4/tumblr_myckldVOnf1rawb5do1_500.gif) (Erica Everett), Stephanie Landry, Aaron King <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable </span><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Fucking hell,”James swore loudly, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck. “The Grinch, herself, has decided to pay me a visit.” Despite the content of his words, there was a broad, almost boyish smile forming at his mouth. He walked down the stairs, taking another drink of his scotch, in order to properly greet Erica, his ex-wife. Like always, coming face to face with her never failed to stir up memories; some bad, others good.&nbsp; <br><br>Erica was his first wife and longest marriage to date. His mother, if still alive, would take the opportunity to reinforce the scowling woman had been his only wife. The rest were mere play toys that failed to hold his attention for longer than a few years or so. <br><br>James did not blame Erica for leaving him. At least, not anymore. When he first learned of her intentions to divorce him, his anger consumed his mind until he sought to inflict pain upon her, rip everything from her hands, including their young son. It did not matter to him that he was the one who constantly spat upon their most sacred vows and failed to be much of a husband to her. <br><br>He honestly did not know what he had been thinking during that period of time. The divorce proceedings were a blur of pain and guilt. Something which threatened to morph into hatred when the fate of their son’s future was placed upon the table. At some point, against his lawyer’s advice, he came to his senses and yielded to her demands rather than continue to fight against them. He did so for his son’s sake as their constant bickering infected him as well. He thought Erica would strike him where it hurt most by taking sole custody. <br><br>After all, in some ways, he was an unfit father. He drank entirely too much and was often surrounded by people of questionable backgrounds. However, when she had the opportunity to strike, she did not remove his ability to visit and take part in his son’s upbringing. They fought after that but he liked to believe the worst was behind them. <br><br>“A man shouldn’t have to wear pants in his own home,” he commented back to her with a playful wink, knowing how she detested when he flirted, even lightly with her. Bending down, he kissed her lightly upon the cheek, his freshly shaven cheek bumping slightly against hers. “Don’t be fickle, Ms. Everett. I’m sure you will find someone eager to help you remove that lovely dress later.” Only at her hand’s gesture did James realize she was not alone. His gaze remained deceptively carefree as he turned his attention to the young man at her side and extended his hand for a handshake. “I didn’t realize my wife…” It slipped out before he could even think about it. “Forgive me, ex-wife. I didn’t realize she’d already found someone. There’s 7-Up in the fridge.”<br><br><em>The place looks amazing. You’ve outdone yourself, yet again! </em><br><br>Thank God for distractions. He abandoned Erica’s side, moving at a leisurely pace rather than outright fleeing, to move nearby the exuberant young lady. Extending his hand, he offered her his cigar. <br><br>“You haven’t seen the half of it yet.” A laugh escaped escaped him before he gave her a firm slap on the ass to give her encouragement to explore rather than remain standing still. “I know you aren’t waiting for permission.” </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 20:52:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance--&gt;Mansion, 2nd Floor, Room 7<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White T-Shirt, Cutoff Denim Shorts, White Ankle Socks, Blue Sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ, Amor, Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Sarah inwardly cringed. Dealing with demanding customers herself, she knew the signs of someone hiding irritation in as professional a manner as possible, which meant she had obviously ticked the girl off - and who could blame her - and then it turned out they were going to be <em>living together</em> "Um... yeah... Sarah... that's me." She gave a smile up at CJ. "Did I say I'm sorry? Yeah... anyway... I look forward to sharing a room with you. It'll be fun..."<br><br>The awkwardness could have continued for some time, had not an angel in gray and blue appeared. And apparently I &lt;3 Girls was just the thing to calm her angry roommate down, so bonus yay there... Gratefully taking the offered hand, though doing her best to suppress the audible sigh of relief. she sweetly introduced herself. "Yeah, I'm Sarah. Though I think I just said that. I'm glad to meet you... both of you. And yeah... please, totally use our room to change." I guess we'd better get going. It had occurred to her about then that CJ still had her luggage, but even with Amor's help, it probably wasn't the best time to bring that up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 21:48:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Guilherme_Leao_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 8, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a trail to a cliff near a waterfall<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Indira Quinn <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br><em>"Oh good god no. Why on earth...&nbsp; You would really jump from there? I'd be too worried I'd crack my head on a rock or something."</em><br><br><strong>"That's a valid concern.&nbsp; I am no longer worried.&nbsp; I've done it before.&nbsp; And I asked some locals.&nbsp; They still jump this too.&nbsp; It's actually not that high.&nbsp; I dive off the mast of the ship into the swimming pool every other day, and that's way more than this height."</strong><br><br>He sensed nervousness from her.<br><br><strong>"I like to dive head first, but if you just want to jump, you can just land on your ass."</strong><br><br>He paused a moment.<br><br><strong>"You know, do a canonball.&nbsp; Just jump off, bring your knees to your chest, and land on your butt.&nbsp; Just don't panic or wiggle or turn or anything.&nbsp; Just bring your knees to your chest.&nbsp; When you hit the water, it will feel like getting spanked.&nbsp; But you won't get hurt.&nbsp; It will feel like a roller coaster, but better.&nbsp; Here, I'll show you."</strong><br><br>He stood on the edge.&nbsp; It really wasn't that high.&nbsp; There were rocks but they were way off and were nowhere near the big, deep natural pool he was going to land in.<br><br>Andres took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles.&nbsp; He looked over at Indira.<br><br><strong>"Please count down for me, starting with 5."</strong><br><br>He waited for Indira to count down for him.&nbsp; Right after she counted down to 1, he jumped off the cliff and did a cannonball into the pool.<br><br>He swam back up and raised his arms at her and yelled, <strong>"Woohoo!&nbsp; Yeah!&nbsp; Awesome!"</strong><br><br>Andres caught his breath.<br><br><strong>"Okay, Indira.&nbsp; Your turn!&nbsp; Take the opportunity now.&nbsp; Don't put things off.&nbsp; I'm going to count down from 5.&nbsp; Are you ready?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 00:35:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/DawnaviClose.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cutoff denim shorts and a crew cut tee. (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Dawn-jaroselfie.png)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ and Sarah <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <br><hr>“Nice to meet you Sarah. Amor Ocampo.”&nbsp; Amor introduced herself with a pleasant smile.&nbsp; Normally Amor would have been disinclined to the offer of changing into her bikini in a stranger’s room and she hesitated for a moment fighting that impulse.&nbsp; She had told herself that she was going to really let go and indulge her desires.&nbsp; How was she going to do that if she didn’t talk a few risks?<br><br>Amor’s luggage was going to meet her in her room, so all she carried with her was a large bag that held the necessary beach sundries, a blanket, suntan lotion, sunglasses…etc.&nbsp; Her intent was to bask in the south pacific sunshine, but the idea of sharing a cabana with a lovely lady or two gave Amor a thrilling shiver.&nbsp; Oh the mischief she could have behind gossamer curtains with so many beautiful bodies nearby and unaware.<br><br>“Oh I am glad you like it.” Amor said to the approving CJ.&nbsp; Her hand reached up to touch the hem just above the swell of her breast, a motion that may have been intended to draw the eye and gauge interest. She puffed up a little accentuating the fullness that lay under the lettering.&nbsp; There was something keenly enjoyable about letting pretty eyes wander over her.<br><br>“Sure I will join you. I mean how I can say no if you’re willing to model for me.” Amor replied.&nbsp; She of course failed to tell the roommates that her bikini was already under her light summer recreation wear. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.<br><br>“Let’s go find your room.” Her curiosity about her own roommate could wait for now.&nbsp; Just more surprises for later.<br><br>&lt;Moving to CJ and Sarah's Room&gt;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 01:18:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.tvfanatic.com/iu/t_xlarge_p/v1380021186/attachment/katia-winter-pic.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Brinlee Emerson<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee -&nbsp; Casino Host<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 08/01/18&nbsp; |&nbsp; Early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at mansion and heading to the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bathing suit, t-shirt, flip flops<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> None <strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br><em><strong>“Enjoy, Explore, and Experience!”</strong></em>.&nbsp; That was the company’s motto.&nbsp; But as Brinlee stepped off the yacht and onto the warm, pristine sand, other words came to mind as she took in all the beauty that Paradise Isle had to offer: <strong><em>“Exotic, Erotic, and…Exposed”</em></strong>.&nbsp; She was eager to get checked into her room and changed into her bathing suit, anxious to hit the beaches where she could feel the ocean waves splashing around her body, her toes curling up into the wet sand.<br><br>When she opted for the vacation bonus, she was fine with sharing a room with a fellow employee.&nbsp; Brinlee was easy going and friendly to everyone, and assumed she could get along with whoever they paired her up with.&nbsp; She just hoped the other lady didn’t hog the bathroom mirror, nor snore too loudly.&nbsp; But just in case, she packed a pair of ear plugs in her suitcase!<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://cdn1-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/gallery/katia-winter-mandatory/katiawinter3.png)</div><br>Entering her room, she found another set of luggage sitting just inside the door along side her own, but her roomie was nowhere to be found.&nbsp; She figured they would meet each other soon enough, but for now, she wanted to go enjoy the ocean view up close and personal.&nbsp; So with a beach towel draped over one arm and flip flops on her feet, she headed on down to the shoreline to soak up some much needed "fun in the sun".<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 01:32:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | 6 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> West beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Indira Quinn<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild homoerotica<hr><br>In evening, when the sunlight colors grew richer and warmer and gentler behind the clouds, she was savoring the best part of this fantasy vacation. The beach, the beautiful bodies, and something about the light warming across the curvature of the earth gave the human form a lovely fertile glow. It was her fourth day, now, and she was giving the illusion as much bared skin as she dared, in a dayglo bikini made for sunning, on a stretch of well-walked sand, hot, languorous, glistening.<br><br>There was a body out there she hadn't expected to see. Each time she'd seen this woman it had been pursued by admirers, but, here unaccompanied. Something about her had planted a seed in Choe Ja's mind that this woman could fulfill her fantasies. Was it the elusive mixed ethnicity of billion dollar American beauty, the soulful eyes, the inconquerable dignity? No- it was much more primitive. It was such a superficial crush, but seeing her alone made Choe Ja's blood hot. A match lit in her hand, and dipped over one of the seaside tables where a fat jarred candle was ready to burn all night. She carried it with her, in both small hands, cradled to the groove between bikini triangles.<br><br>It had just begun to glow noticeably over the waning daylight when she arrived in Ms. Quinn's presence. "So sorry to bother. Are you going to stay for the sunset?" Her English was servicable, but strung together out of phrasebooks and haunted by the tonality of her own language, unpracticed against native speakers for probably months at a time. "Here is a light. It gets very dark." A dainty buckle in her lean forward to push the jar securely into the sand, askew. "It surprised me at first how dark it becomes. I came from Seoul where the nights are very bright. Are you from the USA branch?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 02:47:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/e072c58a77faa5114dea55df3f07228a/tumblr_o6ey9rz0JP1vnvl33o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marco Gutierrez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 1:15 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pool Attire (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/VIKvJPKzQs9qt6orR1c60w/cid/212034713/id/XG9LNAuy5hGczS-2yHa90g/size/c600x469.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline Wafford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shameless flirting<br><hr><br>"Oh, thank goodness.&nbsp; I have a reputation to uphold, you know?&nbsp; Latino men are always supposed to be smooth and suave."&nbsp; He grinned at her and winked, then laid his head back against the donut float, utterly countering every word he'd just said.&nbsp; He smiled languidly as she told him her name and lifted a hand to wave at her, before peeking over the rim of his sunglasses with a charming smile.<br><br>"Nice to meet you, sweet Caroline.&nbsp; I'm Marco.&nbsp; But, I also answer to stud, lover and papi."&nbsp; He laughed softly as he maneuvered his float through the water to end up beside her against the side of the pool, one hand extended to her as he cocked his head.&nbsp; "You work on Mr. Richard's ships?&nbsp; I'm a bartender, usually on the Luminosa running the 10 day cruise from Florida to Mexico.&nbsp; Those are the best, because it's all sun and tropical air the whole way through, with only the occasional hurricane.&nbsp; What about you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WildStallionNYC</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 04:45:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.pearlanddean.com/sites/default/files/styles/large/public/newsimages/c4d3333b-5e6c-4c3c-bf13-b5fe676a28f2.jpg?itok=y0gJpHvz)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aiden Jones<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Ship's Captain <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 11 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yacht |Mansion | Beach <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> button down shirt | bathing suit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> none<hr><br>Aiden grabbed his duffel bag and made his way from the yacht.&nbsp; It was nice to be a guest on the yacht for a change and not the man in charge.&nbsp; It's not that he didn't enjoy himself being the Captain of the cruises, but it meant there was always some responsibility.&nbsp; It was nice for a change to be able to relax and not have to worry about a thing.&nbsp; He already had a couple of drinks before he climbed from the gang plank onto the dock.&nbsp; <br><br>Aiden was a little slower off the yacht than the others.&nbsp; He wasn't in such a rush to explore Paradise Island, this wasn't his first time here.&nbsp; He took a deep breath taking in the fresh air and admiring the view.&nbsp; He slowly followed his fellow employees and guests across the pristine beach towards the mansion.&nbsp; He made it through the doors just in time to hear James finish up his speech to the employees.&nbsp; As his fellow guests dispersed in all directions, he went to find his room.&nbsp; It wasn't long before he found the room number and a small sign on the door with his name on it.&nbsp; He entered the room, throwing his duffle bag on a chair as he entered, he saw a welcome packet on a table with a map of the island beside it.&nbsp; He took a few moments to look around the room and admire the spacious room he was given.&nbsp; After a few minutes though he had enough, he wasn't hear to spend the vacation alone in his room. <br><br><hr><br>It didn't take Aiden long to find himself down on the pristine beach with it's golden sand.&nbsp; He was happy that there was a small bar including bartender right there a few feet from the water.&nbsp; He waited patiently as the bartender mixed his martini.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 05:01:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s480x480/e35/c0.135.1080.1080/13744101_1039694612775273_1296490155_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI5ODAyMTc4OTQ1MjAyODkwMA%3D%3D.2.c)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee&nbsp; - Maid<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 11:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Front of Mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &amp; Sundress (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/EulhN8KO83WTXMlJzDMg/cid/212082822/id/HKJHIrqy5hGpHgUdXi33Qg/size/c600x471.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James Richards, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br><br><hr><br>She let out a playful squeal and wheeled on James, giggling as she batted lightly at him and reached back to rub her backside, feigning injury with a grin.&nbsp; "Ouch!&nbsp; Careful, Mr. Richards, you never know what those evil HR guys might be watching for on this trip.&nbsp; Oh...wait, that's Janet from HR right there....sucking face with one of the stewards.&nbsp; Nevermind, I guess you don't have to worry much, do you?"&nbsp; She grinned at him and winked, then turned back to peer at the beach, stretching her arms up over her head with a feline purr of contentment.<br><br>"I've never asked for permission, Mr. Richards, at least not when it didn't benefit me more to do so.&nbsp; Sometimes it <em>isn't</em> easier to beg forgiveness."&nbsp; She flashed a wicked little grin, then shrugged a bit, dropping her arms and taking a deep breath.&nbsp; "I'm just trying to decide what I want to do first.&nbsp; The ocean looks incredibly inviting...not to mention all that warm, soft sand...but there's also drinks to be had, rooms to explore and lots of gorgeous people to get to know.&nbsp; I'm just feeling a bit like a kid in a candy store."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 05:52:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5778/31100568312_e8256e5b52_m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Holloway<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Medical Doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tropical Print Board Shorts, White Tank Top, Unbuttoned Short Sleeve Ocean Motif Tropical Shirt, Sunglasses<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emmett&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Father/Son Bonding<hr><br>The boat skimmed across the turquoise surface of the water slowly.&nbsp; Ben slowly let up on the speed, the craft gracefully losing speed in the water until it was only left drifting with the dying inertia of its previous speed and the slow roll of the ocean waves.&nbsp; He flipped the lever on the control dashboard to allow the anchor to automatically fall into the water and prevent them from drifting too far off.&nbsp; They could see the island from where the boat had stopped though fine details were hard to make out due to their distance.<br><br>It had been a few hours since they had arrived on the island.&nbsp; Ben thought the trip would be a good way to catch up with Emmett after he'd been away at college for so long.&nbsp; They had become very close before he had left for school, especially after his wife had died.&nbsp; He missed the times he spent with Emmett in his late teens.&nbsp; There were rough ones but also better ones, and each one had their own special place for him.&nbsp; Ben was happy to console him in the times when he missed his mother, and he was equally joyful to give him experiences he could think of to be happy in the times when they were apart.&nbsp; He hoped that this trip would be both a rekindling of those events as well as the creation of new memories for them.<br><br>He turned in the captain's seat of the boat, a smile curling on his lips.&nbsp; The greyish facial hair moved with the motion of his cheeks, his brown eyes looking to Emmett who was lounging on one of the seats behind him in the sun.&nbsp; "Beautiful, isn't it?"&nbsp; He asked, slowly standing and taking just a short few steps to the side of the boat where he could view the island and the colorful rippling water that led to it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 06:30:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rHBCgde.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Caroline Wafford</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796332#msg12796332) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Concierge <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 1st, a little after one in the afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Swimming pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Polyvore Link (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=132534830) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Marco Gutierrez&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; None<hr><br>The grin widened upon her face, her cheeks reddening with the attention shown to her by the handsome man.&nbsp; “In addition to suave and smooth, I've heard other things about Latin men.” She admitted, unashamed as her eyes lingered upon his hard, toned body.<br><br>He certainly was attractive.&nbsp; There was no denying that.&nbsp; Caroline could not help but to wonder if the saying was true about Latin men, and the passion they brought to the bedroom.&nbsp; If there was ever a person to explore that, she mused, this handsome Marco seemed like an ideal specimen, with his physique and charm.&nbsp; <br><br>“I've heard good things about the Luminosa.” Caroline admitted, transitioning to the topic before he could be given the chance to respond back to her comment.&nbsp; “I work mostly on the Voyager, down in the Virgin Isles.&nbsp; Concierge work.&nbsp; Making snorkel reservations and arranging horseback riding trips on the beach.”<br><br>Her eyes glanced around the pool, out around the idyllic surroundings.&nbsp; “It's lovely here.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 06:47:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.tvfanatic.com/iu/t_xlarge_p/v1380021186/attachment/katia-winter-pic.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Brinlee Emerson<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee -&nbsp; Casino Host<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 08/01/18&nbsp; |&nbsp; Late afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach/Outdoor Beach Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bathing suit, t-shirt, flip flops<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aiden Jones<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> None <strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>As Brinlee sat there in the shallow waves, enraptured in the gentle wet kisses lapping rhythmically around her long, tanned legs, she peered back over her shoulder and noticed a beach bar not more than fifty yards away.&nbsp; A sudden hankering for a fishbowl sized margarita over-powered the tranquility she was enjoying while sitting there in the ocean waters.&nbsp; She decided she should indulge herself a bit and go grab herself a cocktail.&nbsp; Standing up, she quickly gathered her towel while slipping her feet back into her flip flops.&nbsp; Trudging through the white sand, she made her way on over to the bar.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>A gentleman stood there at the counter, obviously waiting for his own drink.&nbsp; &nbsp;Brinlee sat down a few stools down and looked over to him, realizing then that it was Captain Jones.&nbsp; She and the Captain had exchanged a few words of polite conversation when on rare occasion, he would visit the ship's casino.&nbsp; He seemed to enjoy the tables quite a bit, but he was kind of quiet, keeping mostly to himself.&nbsp; And although she hadn't given it a lot of thought up until now, Mr. Aiden Jones was definitely easy on the eyes.<br><br>“Well, hello Captain!”&nbsp; The friendly barkeep stepped up to take her order.<br><br>“Oh, a margarita on the rocks, please.”&nbsp; She made a gesture with both hands, as if she held a basketball between them, and the bartender gave her a little nod and wink, acknowledging that he understood that to mean the <em>extra grande </em>sized glass.<br><br>Turning back to the captain, she placed an elbow up on the bar as she leaned against it and smiled at him.<br><br>“Are we having fun yet, Captain?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 08:43:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | 6 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> West beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (http://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/NDUxWDMwMA==/z/MZ4AAOSw7NNT~j6m/$_35.JPG?set_id=2)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Indira sighed and drew her knees up, leaning forward slightly to brace her arms atop them. Dark frames adorned her face as she stared out at the water while fading sunlight slid flatteringly over her dusky bikini clad form. Bliss had found her in the simple form of peace, something that had gradually settled in over the first few days of being totally disconnected. For once there was no PA system going off at intervals, no phone vibrating with freakish regularity, no computer set to glare at her until she had answered every email and triple checked every memo. For a few short days she was not the Hotel Director of a large cruise ship but rather simply Indira Quinn. A woman who had purposely buried herself in work to let the world pass her by. That she had in some ways allowed her self to be unearthed from the heap was... scary.<br><br>Still, even with the dance of nerves that lingered ever in the background, there was no way Indira could not appreciate the blessed beauty she'd been given access to for two weeks. She didn't even try to fight it. The pull of the paradise they'd come to was too strong to ignore. So she'd come out to watch day fade into night--her favorite time of day--and bask in the warmth and temporary freedom from obligation. And when the soft crunch of footsteps in sand rose to mingle with the easy crash and slide of the water rolling in she chose to take that in stride as well. At least as much as she could.<br><br>"Its no bother at all," She offered a smile from her seat upon the blanket she'd brought out with her. "Yeah, I love watching the sunset. Love seeing it from the various places I've been. It always looks different. Like wherever you are has put its own stamp on the sky." Her gaze turned up and away, though not before noting that she was yet again in the presence of an attractive person some years younger than her. <br><br>That gaze was briefly pulled back however when the offering of light was made. "Oh, thanks. I forget sometimes how dark it can get. The lights on the ship make the night a whole lot brighter too." Torn rather suddenly between that desire for peace and an inexplicable pull, Indira bit her lip for a moment, indecision weighing in her gaze before she finally spoke again.<br><br>"Ummm... you're... you're welcome to sit and watch if you wish." There was plenty of room on the blanket which thus far had somehow remained largely free of sand thanks to Indira's own vigilance. "I'm from the USA branch, yeah. You said Seoul, right? As in South Korea? I've never traveled quite that far. I wonder what the sunsets look like there." <br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 10:19:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/sant0/12734640/115943/115943_original.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aaron King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797348#msg12797348)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 11 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance --&gt; Mansion, Second Floor | Room Two<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/94/d2/7d/94d27d1277cb9beb9379d1ab9a199a7a.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica and James <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> -<hr><br>Aaron had enjoyed the leisurely cruise toward the island. He was filled with excitement for what was to come. For once, instead of serving drinks to the guests throughout their luxury vacation, he'd be experiencing one. Erica was not the least bit relaxed by the rocking of the yacht as it sailed the pristine sea. Instead, she spent a lot of the time just trying to fight through the minor nausea she experienced. He found it adorable, and though he didn't say so outright, it could easily be picked up on in the way he smirked at her with a subtle deviousness. Little did he know, she herself had a devious plan.<br><br>He'd been amused to see the greeting his boss had given them. It was drunken, swear-filled goodness. But his amusement started to die down as Erica started to speak up. They knew each other? As he watched the exchange play out, it became painfully obvious that the relationship between them was complex. She showed him spite, he teased her for it, and to his keen eye, both seemed more tense than they let on. He had a pretty good guess as to the nature of their relationship by the time their attentions turned to him. <br><br>He picked up on the fact that James seemed to think her suggestive proposal was directed at him, but thought it best not to bring attention to that. From the looks of things, both men had been played like fiddles, and he had no intention to play along.<br><br>It was James's utterance of the word 'wife' that caught him off guard. His brows raised in surprise as his mind raced to put things together. He'd expected them to be exes. Were they separated? What kind of shit had she brought him into? This momentary loss of composure passed quickly enough, when the man corrected himself. Aaron shook his hand curtly. He was not one to be rude. "Yup." He couldn't say much else than that at the moment. His brain was too fixated on how pissed off he was. His and Erica's relationship had been more of a sexual one, and he knew that much, but was it so wrong for him to expect a fun time with her on a luxury retreat? Apparently so.<br><br>He watched Richards walk off to happily greet another woman. At least it looked like this bizarre experience hadn't ruined the mood. Though seeing their unabashedly flirtatious exchange, and those of the others around him, he wasn't entirely sure what the mood was supposed to be. He turned to look down at Erica, the irritation contained on his face, but not in his eyes. "Yeah, let's go to the room. We have some shit to talk about." With that casually said, he began to lead her into the mansion. It was a shame. Coming here, he thought they'd be spending time in their shared room fucking like wild animals, not arguing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetBadBoy</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 13:48:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f2/John_smith_arrival.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> John Smith (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12800305#msg12800305)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest | Investor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug 1st | ~11 a.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance of the House<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> black collar sweatshirt, olive cargo pants, white sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Landry, James Richards, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Erica Everett, CJ<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> General pervyness<hr><br>Slowly John had risen from his seat on the yacht to be one of the last to make landfall on this little paradise that was so fittingly named as such. His head felt heavy like lead and his body wasn't holding up much better. It came to little surprise considering the gargantuan trip he had completed making over 21k miles in the past two weeks, through Europe and Asia, with two stops in the US inbetween. His body had no clue anymore on what time schedule it was supposed to be. Sleep was erradic, tiredness constant, and migrane like headaches came and went as they liked - like college kids at their parent's home. As he stepped off the gently swaying yacht onto the firm soil of he island, he instinctively checked his pocket for his phone and immediately a shot of adrenaline injected into his bloodstream to make him wide awake. Frantically he checked more pockets before it dawned on him, that he had turned off the device and handed it to one of James' hired helpers who greeted him at the harbor.<br><br>Carrying only his laptop case, he made his way at the tail end of the drove of people and reached the mansion just as James was finishing his speech. He noticed James approaching his ex-wife and a short verbal exchange between them and decided to delay his greeting the host. John never had much contact with Erica Everett, but from the few shareholder meetings they had both attended, he knew it would be best for him to not get into the fireing line between the two. So instead he let his eyes wander about the groups of people that had started to form. He couldn't help but admire the collection of very nice looking employees James had managed to attract to his business... there certainly were very few he wouldn't mind a little tumbling around with. His eyes caught for a moment on a very cute, petite Korean gal that was engaged a conversation two other hotties and just couldn't help admitting to himself that she'd be exactly his type.<br><br>As John made his way across the front court of the mansion to get to his room and change into something more suited for the islands and less for chilled airports and airplanes, he noticed a few familiar faces he had seen now and again on some of the cruises he had taken with Fhloston, just like the full bodied brunette who was talking to James now. He couldn't quite put a name to the face, but he knew for sure where he'd met her before... and that brought a nice smile to his face as he approached them and just overheard her last comment.<br><br>"Just make sure you don't end up with a tummy ache, sweetheart," he joked as the joined them.<br><br>"Hey Jimbo, nice place. Thanks for the invite," he greeted their host with a casual slap on the back that showed some familiarity between the men. "Looks like just about the right place and company to get some relaxing done..." he added, while on the 'company' he specifically let his gaze linger on the rather scantily clad woman standing next to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 17:51:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | 6 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> West beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Indira Quinn<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild homoerotica<hr><br>"Not very," she said of Seoul's sunsets. "The sky gets darker. The sun vanishes behind the lights of the city before it sets. We're all down in Hapjeong-dong waiting for the crowds to leave. Most of them don't realize it's night yet. We help them with directions back to their stations and hotels, so we can have the club to ourselves by midnight. Sometimes, an American girl is waiting for the crowds to leave, too. She doesn't know what she wants, but she's curious."<br><br>Choe Ja was meticulous about brushing the sand from her skin before she sat. It was a quiet ritual which left the word picture hanging, swimming into focus. When she was gritless and new, she smiled to Indira and curled up cozy like a kitten finding a new bed. There was a balance to be struck between conversation and savoring paradise, human social animal and human wanderlust. She erred on the side of quiet, cradling her head in her arms, giving the daylight roam of her body. Comfortable in her skin, at peace with herself, content to spend time with Indira and not demand her attention. When something did need to be said, she made the most of it.<br><br>"You came here to relax?" Choe Ja surveyed the new bikini, seemed to find it charming. "I usually see you in places like this. You seem to have it all together. It's okay to be weary of people taking advantage of that. That isn't what I want." Arriving in just her skimpies hadn't allowed for sunscreen. Small fingers danced along the utility pack of necessities a woman like Indira brought to the beach, of which a blanket was really only the tip of the iceberg. Was this the sun lotion? She showed it to Indira to ask for permission to use it. "I came to meet American women and play. I want to go back feeling beautiful and fulfilled and strong, and I want her to feel that way, too. It helps with relaxation."<br><br>That would have been a terrible place to resume silence. She let it hang just long enough for the squick of the tube opening to be loud and accentuated. "Would you let me rub some on your body? Many burns happen in the evening, when the sun stays around too long and protection runs out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 18:31:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/a9/fd/cf/a9fdcff72558104da6b28008bd95ea1e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicholas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4, Mid Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;---<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None, OPEN <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None, OPEN<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> No warnings <hr><br>Another day, but a different one this time. Nicholas was used to the constant banging of gym equipment, barbells falling onto the padded ground and the grunts of men and women working their butts out. The literal sense lay at the squats section, where the trainer could ignore the muscled butts of men, but marvel at the tight ones belonging to a fit client or two. He used to be a personal trainer, but Nicholas left for the chance to travel to exotic locations, signing up with Fhloston Inc, and the former Marine never regretted his decision. There were many people to meet, stories to exchange, and if he was lucky enough, women to bed. Almost all sorts of females who could afford a trip on the ship he worked in, with an interest in training the human body as well as the chiseled body of Nicholas could end up with Nicholas dropping by their single cabins, with them staying inside throughout the day, unless Nicholas had to train someone else in the gym. Oh, and he only took females.<br><br>A shot of a fruity cocktail had the man feeling slightly high, and a smile crept onto his face. If what he knew about this vacation was true, there would be so much more fun coming up. Especially when Nicholas was in the mood for a great release of energy, the trainer could go on for hours with little rest in between. He heard that his roommate was a female, perhaps she might be able to keep up, preventing the need for Nicholas to start his own scouting for a possible threesome?<br><br><strong>" 'Tender, another drink."</strong> Nicholas was in the mood for a drink or two, or more. Eyeing several females who passed by, the trainer could imagine him driving his respectable shaft into their butts, until he realised that the alcohol might have caught him off guard. Laughing off his thoughts, Nicholas continued to dip into light mixtures, wondering if there would be anyone her who could catch his eye...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 03:26:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/e072c58a77faa5114dea55df3f07228a/tumblr_o6ey9rz0JP1vnvl33o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marco Gutierrez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 1:15 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pool Attire (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/VIKvJPKzQs9qt6orR1c60w/cid/212034713/id/XG9LNAuy5hGczS-2yHa90g/size/c600x469.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline Wafford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>A slow smile curled his lips at her words and he grabbed the edge of the pool, hoisting himself up out of the float and onto the ledge beside her in one fluid motion.&nbsp; Settling in, he let his legs dangle in the water and slid his sunglasses up on top of his head.&nbsp; "Oh, you have, hm?&nbsp; What other things have you heard about Latino men, mamsita?&nbsp; Consider me your personal fact-checker...I'll let you know if the things you've heard about us are true or not."&nbsp; He leaned in, one hand splaying on the ground behind her as he cocked his head and lifted a brow, leaving a bare few inches between their bodies.<br><br>"Is it?&nbsp; I hadn't noticed, to be honest.&nbsp; Did you come here with someone, Caroline, or can I continue making the moves on you?"&nbsp; His free hand rose to catch a strand of golden hair, brushing it back from her face and tucking it behind her ear with a light touch.&nbsp; His thumb caressed the curve of her outer ear before he dropped his hand with a confident grin, the hand behind her shifting until it was resting lightly on the small of her back.&nbsp; "You look very pretty when you are blushing, princesa."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sofia Grace</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 07:57:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://29secrets.com/wp-content/uploads/nick%20bateman.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Emmett Holloway<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Coral colored swim trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Benjamin Holloway <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Father/son bonding<hr>Truth be told, he'd barely been paying attention to the scenery.&nbsp; As lame as it sounded, colors seemed less vibrant lately.&nbsp; A month ago, Emmett would have been over the moon to have been vacationing on a private island.&nbsp; He would have jumped at the opportunity to sunbathe on a yacht all afternoon with his father - but that afternoon, he had no interest in any of it.&nbsp; <br><br>His father turned to him and commented on the exquisite beauty of their surroundings, and Emmett couldn't exactly disagree.&nbsp; Compared to the beaches he'd been frequenting for the last several years in New Jersey (otherwise known as the armpit of America), this place was... well, paradise.&nbsp; Then again, most places were paradise in comparison to New Jersey.&nbsp; His eyes opened and he pushed his sunglasses up into his chocolate brown hair, squinting his dark eyes and glancing around.&nbsp; Jasmine loved the beach.&nbsp; She would have loved this place.&nbsp; Hell, for all he knew she could very well be vacationing on an island just like this one at this very moment - fucking her new boyfriend and not for one second missing Emmett and all they'd had together.<br><br>Jasmine was supposed to have been the one.&nbsp; She'd been the girl he'd wanted to marry.&nbsp; Unfortunately she'd had other plans.&nbsp; The past few months had been a whirlwind of questionable decisions on Emmett's behalf.&nbsp; He was heartbroken and would be for some time.&nbsp; The only solace he knew of was sex, and lots of it.&nbsp; He'd been with nameless, faceless women and just as many men.&nbsp; He'd found the most comfort in men much older than himself and willing to... well, take care of him.&nbsp; Try to heal his wounds.&nbsp; It wasn't often a man got to give up control like that and it was strangely cathartic.&nbsp; He didn't even want to know what his father would think, if he knew what his son had been up to.<br><br>Of course, parents always knew.&nbsp; Twenty eight years on this planet and he'd yet to figure out how the hell his father always found things out before Emmett got the chance to tell him. He'd told his dad all about Jasmine, which meant that eventually he'd have to explain what happened.&nbsp; Standing, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his coral swim trunks and reached up to tug his sunglasses back down onto the bridge of his nose.&nbsp; He strolled across the deck toward his father and stopped to stand beside him, taking in the scenery.&nbsp; The breeze off of the ocean flitted between the dark hairs on his bare chest yet provided welcome refreshment from the harsh rays of the sun.&nbsp; Emmett cleared his throat, sniffing for no good reason and clenching his jaw for a brief second.<br><br>"... Jasmine and I broke up," he said, changing the subject a bit more abruptly than he'd anticipated.&nbsp; All in all, he was actually quite proud of himself for being able to say it so... calmly.&nbsp; No cracks in his voice, no shakiness in his tone.&nbsp; It was a matter-of-fact statement which he was well aware his father would see right through.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 08:18:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rHBCgde.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Caroline Wafford</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796332#msg12796332) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Concierge <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 1st, a little after one in the afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Swimming pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Polyvore Link (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=132534830) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Marco Gutierrez&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; None<hr><br>The feel of his hand upon the small of her back, the sensation of the ball of his thumb moving against her face, was all exciting and appealing to her senses.&nbsp; An awakard grin formed upon her lips, his charming words replaying over and over again in her mind.<br><br>She could feel her insides squirm at the feel of his hand against her.&nbsp; Suddenly it seemed so hot, even sitting there in her bathing suit with the cool waters of the pool around her feet and ankles.&nbsp; That she was excited by him, aroused by him, was undeniable in her mind.&nbsp; A part of her thoughts urged caution, to slow herself.&nbsp; To take deep breaths and relax by getting a grip upon herself and her hormones that were raging for more physical attention.<br><br>But where was the fun in that, a larger part of her argued.&nbsp; Didn't she come there for fun?&nbsp; To take a bit of time to herself?&nbsp; To indulge and unwind, to be free if only for a few days, before focusing more upon her life at home?&nbsp; <br><br>“You're not too shabby yourself.” She admitted, her eyes roaming over his body beside her from behind the shades.&nbsp; Her heart was racing, beating hard in her chest.&nbsp; “I've heard that Latin men are quite the lovers in the sack.&nbsp; Don't know if I can take your word for it though...”<br><br>Her hand found itself atop his wet-bathing suit covered thigh, a gentle squeeze of boldness came.&nbsp; “If you know what I mean.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WildStallionNYC</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 13:41:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.pearlanddean.com/sites/default/files/styles/large/public/newsimages/c4d3333b-5e6c-4c3c-bf13-b5fe676a28f2.jpg?itok=y0gJpHvz)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aiden Jones<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Ship's Captain <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | late afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach/Outdoor Beach Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> button down shirt | bathing suit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brinlee Emerson <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> none<hr><br>Aiden saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned just as he saw Brinlee slide onto the stool a few seats down.&nbsp; He knew Brinlee from his vessel, she worked as the Casino Host.&nbsp; They had chatted on a few rare occasions, she was always warm and friendly to him.&nbsp; As the Captain he kept his ears open, and listened to all the rumors so he knew what the status of his crew and guests were.&nbsp; He felt it was important for him to know all the little happenings going on on his ship.&nbsp; So he had heard the rumors that she had broken up with her long term boyfriend and was coming on this getaway solo.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello to you too Brinlee"&nbsp; He said with a big hearty greeting and a smile.&nbsp; He turned his attention only briefly to the bartender who handed him his drink.&nbsp; He knew he didn't have to pay and that they were told tips were not allowed, so he quickly returned his attention to Brinlee.&nbsp; "I see you have already enjoyed a little of the ocean, is the temperature perfect?&nbsp; I'm just getting started."&nbsp; Raising his glass in response, as he saw the bartender coming back with her extra large margarita.&nbsp; He took that opportunity to slide down a few steps, so he was now standing next to Brinlee.&nbsp; He had to admit to himself she was quite a lovely young lady, the t-shirt did not hide much from him.&nbsp; "and I see you are intending to have ALOT of fun today, i think that drink is almost as big as you!"&nbsp; he teased, slipping on hand to her back gently resting it just between her shoulder blades.&nbsp; He raised his glass again, this time to toast now that she had a glass in front of her.&nbsp; "let's drink to a fun day ahead!"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 16:25:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1f/f0/c0/1ff0c08b07abb5111b707ee3cd7df572.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 9 a.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> On the Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini Bottoms (Top tossed aside) (https://65.media.tumblr.com/d76d0de4d78966d35f654087508543de/tumblr_nc304qR4ab1rigk5bo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nothing Really</span><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">This was the life. <br><br>Being on Paradise Isle was her first real vacation. After being pampered by staff and finding herself staring out of her window last night at endless clear waters, she found herself increasingly regretful about her decision to work year after year without a well-deserved break. It was then she made a vow to herself that she would turn off her inner workaholic and enjoy herself. <br><br>She had worked for Fhloston for a few years now. Each time a trip or bonus money was offered, she had taken the money without hesitation in the hopes that her nest egg, for herself and especially her siblings, would prove more resilient during hard times. Robyn knew the vast majority of her co-workers were pleased with her choice since they could not imagine her doing anything other than work. In fact, she noticed a few scowls on some of their faces when she surprised them by changing her ritual of choosing money rather than the chance for relaxation. <br><br>Despite saying that, she still woke up at a reasonable (or what some might consider to be ungodly)&nbsp; hour. It was not as early as she was accustomed to, usually around five or six in the morning. After showering, she abandoned her usual makeup routine for a fresh face. What was the point of foundation, blush, and all of those other beauty applications when she planned to spend the day out in the sun?<br><br>Robyn lounged in front of the television for an hour or so, ate a light breakfast, and then eventually ventured outside of the house with a small bag bumping against her hip. Even though it was early, warm arm smacked her right in the face as soon as she stepped out of the protection of the air conditioned house. The heat made her grateful that she chose to wear a two-piece bathing suit rather than something more conservative. <br><br>Adjusting her large sunhat, she headed for the beach with the hopes of enjoying it before the rowdier folks came to claim it. The beach was fairly empty when she arrived, granting her the ability to lay her towel in prime real estate. Fully set up, she lowered herself down upon it with a happy sigh. It only took about ten minutes before she tired of the sound of waves. Robyn pulled out her music player and found an audiobook, one read by Theo James. <br><br><em>Gods, that man. <br></em><br>After a while, she grew tired of her top so she removed it and then turned onto her stomach. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 18:20:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5778/31100568312_e8256e5b52_m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Holloway<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Medical Doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tropical Print Board Shorts, White Tank Top, Unbuttoned Short Sleeve Ocean Motif Tropical Shirt, Sunglasses<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emmett&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Father/Son Bonding<hr><br>He knew something was wrong even before the trip had begun.&nbsp; Jasmine was an all consuming force of Emmett's life as falling in love is, but upon asking about the trip, there was not even a mention of her.&nbsp; There was, of course, hesitation which is understandable when a break-up happens, but to not even mention the woman he loved was a red flag from the start.&nbsp; He had expected Emmett to refuse to come or ask if Jasmine would accompany him, but when neither of those things happened, it was clear that something was amiss between them.&nbsp; He chose not to bring it up because he knew well the tragedy of loss, and he was sure Emmett was reliving some feelings of loss too.<br><br>He noted movement from Emmett's direction, the shuffle of feet and rustle of polyester shorts indicating he had stood up and then walked over.&nbsp; Ben could make out his son in the periphery of his vision, choosing not to look just yet.&nbsp; He felt something was coming.&nbsp; He could always tell when his son had something on his mind and wanted to tell.&nbsp; He'd been that way since he was a teen.&nbsp; Ben chose to let it happen organically, and sure enough, after the ceremonial clearing of the throat and fidget of his nose, Emmett came out and said exactly when he'd suspected all along.<br><br>Ben remained quiet for a few long seconds after Emmett had finally confessed it.&nbsp; There was an odd calmness to his tone, however.&nbsp; Everything wasn't okay, but Emmett had a habit of trying to be strong in difficult situations even when emotions were perfectly warranted.&nbsp; He'd seen it when Emmett's mother died.&nbsp; He initially didn't cry.&nbsp; It took an embrace of his father to bring the emotions out, and Ben couldn't remember a time before that where he felt most needed by his son.&nbsp; Ben turned to look at his son, a hand moving to his sunglasses to pull them off.&nbsp; Dark eyes stared at Emmett for a moment.&nbsp; He had grown up so much, and while no longer a child, Ben knew when Emmett needed him.&nbsp; They used to be very close before he left for college, and his wife's death only compounded that between them.&nbsp; Ben hoped they could be again.<br><br>He reached over and plucked Emmett's sunglasses from his face carefully, setting both sets aside so he could look his son in the eyes.&nbsp; Emmett had turned to look at him at that point, and Ben reached out to cup a bearded cheek and rub his thumb lovingly down and over Emmett's jaw.&nbsp; A smile popped onto his lips as he did so, hopefully comforting his son a bit.&nbsp; "How long ago was this?" He said as he pulled his hand back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 20:11:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | 6 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> West beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (http://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/NDUxWDMwMA==/z/MZ4AAOSw7NNT~j6m/$_35.JPG?set_id=2)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>...She doesn't know what she wants, but she's curious.</em><br><br>Something in the woman's words brought the slightest tinge of a blush to Indira's face. Heavens only knew why since she had long since passed up curiosity for a definite knowing--at least in certain respects. She was suddenly grateful that the dying light of day would likely hide the small change, however. She wasn't ready for any questions that might develop out of that particular line of thinking. Instead, Indira spent the passing moments trying to conjure an image void of the idea of a seeking soul poised at the edge of an opportunity. There was too much risk. <br><br>The moments continued to tick onward and, in the absence of an insistent need for attention which she had come to associate with most bodies that broached her space, with ease grew an unbidden awareness of the young woman beside her. Unintentionally her gaze had already made at least one pass over her scantly clad form to note the the subtle play of light and shadow over her youthful curves. It was only a casual look to most but then, Indira simply had a way of masking her thoughts and intentions from others. Of course she had run into the odd person here or there capable of seeing past the competency she wore like armor.<br><br><em>"You came here to relax?"</em><br><br>The sound sliced through her own thoughts and brought her to the surface. Her head turned and she smiled at Choe Ja, unthinking. "Usually there's so much noise. So much demand buzzing around me. I try to keep pace with it, to control those things within my reach as best I can. I guess that might look like having it all together to some." She shrugged a single shoulder, unsure of why she was saying this to a woman she barely knew.<br><br>Watching the woman's fingers move across the bag she'd packed to come out and pass the time, she only nodded when the tube of lotion of liberated. Thinking she meant to use it on herself, Indira saw not a single reason to object. She wasn't a stingy person or the sort to bother trying to teach lessons in preparedness unnecessarily after all. "Sounds like a perfectly valid desire as far as vacations go," Indira chuckled, finding it only slightly odd yet somehow... intriguing?... the way the other woman seemed to have fixated on American women as a separate breed. She supposed it was quite possible they were somehow fundamentally different in some sense that mattered to Choe Ja but there was no way for Indira to see it. In fact, she somehow had yet to factor in that she herself fit as a part of this separate class of women. Even if her mind had latched onto the distinction as a point worth chewing over.<br><br>Indira had only begun to shift her position to that of being seated cross-legged in place when Choe Ja managed to catch her completely off guard. She had been sliding toward a state of provocative thought but abruptly detoured to a place where hands moved across her body, slipping and sliding with deliberate purpose. A chill took her suddenly despite the warm and her nipples responded accordingly. <br><br>"Oh, uh... I don't really think..." Shit. <em>Get it together, Indi. You want to say yes. Say yes.</em> "I mean, okay. Sure." It was harmless. Just sunscreen.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 20:14:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6a/d6/32/6ad6323c346a1e70652da7365da01f82.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nina Krause<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Restaurant Manager <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 2nd, 2 Pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach Cabana<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown with a pink bikini bottom underneath her shorts <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amor <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Nobody yet<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Homoerotica later on<hr><br>It was good for Nina to have some time off from the restaurant.&nbsp; She knew that the waitresses and front door staff could get along without her during her vacation so it was a good time to take advantage of one of the cabanas on the beach to get a few hours of relaxation.&nbsp; She was glad that it was sort of secluded.&nbsp; Sure there were windows that opened up to the public but just to relax on the bed without having to get onto the beach was a total retreat.&nbsp; Laying on the bed, she reflected on the crazy night before at the restaurant that she witnessed.&nbsp; All of the new guests that came in seemed to be mostly happy to be there but, of course, there were a few exceptions.&nbsp; There was one couple that insisted that they were seated next to a window with no fan.&nbsp; She could see that her replacement manager did her best to assure the couple that the seat would be coming but that couple was impatient.&nbsp; They wanted that seat now.&nbsp; All the replacement could do was let out a soft sigh and wait for the other couple to leave.&nbsp; She was glad that the couple was done within five minutes and the busboys wiped off the table with fierce quickness.&nbsp; Seeing that the couple was finally seated, Nina finally relaxed and went on with the rest of the night, confident that the replacement staff could take care of things without her.<br><br>Continuing to lay down on the bed, she could hear noises of all of the beachgoers that were around her.&nbsp; All of the laughter and all of the happiness that echoed all around her made Nina let out a soft sigh.&nbsp; "This is the life.&nbsp; It would be much if someone could join me for a bit."&nbsp; She admitted out loud.&nbsp; Little did she know that someone outside would actually hear her request.&nbsp; Who would it be?&nbsp; Only a little bit of time would tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 21:15:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 8, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cliff beside a waterfall<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yellow bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Not that high he said. Of course for the guy diving of of ship masts this wasn't that high. However, for her, this was incredibly high. For someone who hadn't naturally taken to water she was quite a strong swimmer. She could manage a head first dive off a ledge or a diving board but this... goodness. Of course Andres' nudge sort of made her feel silly, as if she were being a chicken. Normally she was not an outright competitive sort but the moment he started describing a cannonball to her as though it were some tame thing, she had to laugh. <br><br>"I know what a cannonball is, Andres." She resisted a sudden urge to poke her tongue out at him the way she might have if it were her son talking to her instead. Not that she thought of him that way--though it might have been altogether safer. Her son was 17 and towered over her 5'7" frame but there was always the urge to protect or see him well and successful. There was never ever the gnawing urge to do something foolish. Never the temptation to cross lines she'd done her utmost to carve in fucking stone. Andres was dangerous.<br><br>Eyes narrowed, Indira counted down for him and watched breathlessly as he disappeared over the edge. Moving forward she caught the splash the shook the pool and snorted, though inside she was a bundle of nerves as she waited for him to surface. Hopefully he wouldn't have blood gushing out of any body part. <br><br>It didn't take long at all for him to reappear, yelling with exuberance. It made her huff slightly because now she really did feel like a chicken. A big coward. She'd refused to take any real risks for so long she'd forgotten how. Then she'd come on this trip and all her rules and boundaries were being blown over, utterly obliterated one after the other and it was scaring the shit out of her. How could she go back to normal after this? Or was that the point? Was this more a chance to exorcise some demons or get things out of her system? Did it really work like that?<br><br>The questions distracted her enough that she nodded to Andres instead of verbally responding. On auto-pilot she backed away from the edge, staring hard at the point where solid land gave way to open air. She could do this. She'd once been fun and bold and daring and she could be so again. For a little while. It was just one little cliff. One brief rush. Why not give in just a little?<br><br>Indira didn't wait for 5. By 3 she was moving and 4 she was in the air, her eyes squeezed tight as the world dropped away only to come rushing up at her. Her heart seized up in her chest but before fear could take root she was hitting the water, her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. She hardly felt the impact, only the sudden embrace of the water around her chilled body. For a moment she let herself sink but as the realization that she had jumped off a damn cliff settled in she came surging to the surface. <br><br>There was no yelling for her when she broke, only the extended moment where she reveled in the rush of blood and excitement through her veins.<br><br>"I can't believe I just... I just jumped off a fucking cliff!" Her hands were shaking as she bobbed in place and her wide eyed gaze swung over to Andres. "I just jumped off a cliff." </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 21:53:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/e072c58a77faa5114dea55df3f07228a/tumblr_o6ey9rz0JP1vnvl33o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marco Gutierrez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 1:15 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pool Attire (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/VIKvJPKzQs9qt6orR1c60w/cid/212034713/id/XG9LNAuy5hGczS-2yHa90g/size/c600x469.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline Wafford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>"We're even better out of the sack, actually."&nbsp; He grinned playfully, the thigh under her hand flexing subtly as his hand slid a bit higher on her back.&nbsp; He leaned in, lips lightly brushing across hers, giving her the chance to pull back or otherwise indicate the kiss was unwelcome.&nbsp; Barring that, he pressed in for a deeper connection, tongue flicking out to run the tip languidly over the silky fullness of her bottom lip, tracing the shape as if he were mapping the precise curvature of her mouth.&nbsp; His free hand rose to cup the side of her jaw, fingers partially threading through her soft hair.<br><br>He broke the kiss briefly, a smile touching his lips as he spoke, lips ever so lightly brushing against hers with his words.&nbsp; "I'm more than happy to prove it, Caroline."&nbsp; He dipped back in for another taste of her lips, drawing her deeper into the kiss as his tongue sought entrance to her mouth, exploring shallowly and teasing against her tongue.&nbsp; He groaned softly at the reaction her nearness and the intimacy caused, his toes flexing in the water as he hardened, despite the cold, wet fabric covering his lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 22:48:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/18/3c/cf183c3e2503e0310868d145c619a541.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest&nbsp; <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see avatar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> none<hr><br>For a crazy vacation on some luxury spot with a house full of horny hotties of all kinds, there was a small price. His sister brought him along for this thing, and they pretty much decided they would see as little of each other as possible during the stay, but after he pissed her off about some thing or other she got back at him by signing him up for a class. Recreational stuff in case people got bored of drinking, fucking, eating, playing on the beach... You get the point. Drawing. Sure, he liked that. Wouldn't kill him to doodle something on paper and maybe he'd meet someone to spend the day with doing more interesting things. So he strolled out back to where he'd been told to go, and found a single person already there. "Oh good, you're here. Gabriel, right? Lifesaver. Okay, just leave your things over here, take off as much as you're comfortable with, and sit on that chair. The class will start in a minute, as soon as... people show... up..." The woman rambled on, tugged his jacket off and pushed him to a chair that had a semi circle of chairs and small tables around it. <br><br>"Wait, what am I supposed to..." He started, but the woman was gone and he was left alone with a box of pencils and a stack of paper on a side table as his only company. Ha, fucking, ha. Adriana being funny, huh? <br><br>A couple of minutes passed without anything happening, at all. He sat there like an idiot, rocking slowly back and forth a few times until he simply started watching his surroundings. He'd become an expert in patio decor of the place by the time a person walked out there. Tiny little hottie followed by the return of the woman from before whom he assumed was the instructor. <br><br>"Oh good, good good. I need to head off for a minute dear, but pick a seat and you can go ahead and get started. I'm sure others will show up any minute, and I'll be right back! Have fun!" The woman beamed a smile at the girl, and vanished again. <br><br>Gabe arched a brow, glanced at the girl, and rubbed the back of his head. "I don't think this job's her passion in life..." He commented grinning. It was beyond weird to sit there and supposedly model for one girl, but maybe she was super into it so he didn't want to be a jerk. Therefor he stayed where he was, sat up straight, and draped his arms in his lap. Moved them off his lap. Stretched his shoulders. Cleared his throat. "So... How do you want me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 23:20:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rHBCgde.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Caroline Wafford</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796332#msg12796332) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Concierge <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 1st, a little after one in the afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Swimming pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Polyvore Link (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=132534830) ---&gt;&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Marco Gutierrez&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; Nudity, Light/Vanilla Sexual Content<hr><br><em>Wow...</em><br><br>It was the only thought that could come to mind in that moment of passion.&nbsp; The only word that could make even the remotest of sense in the jumbled haze of desire that was dominant in her mind.<br><br>She felt as if her loins were on fire with lust.&nbsp; Her muscles clenched and tightened in delight.&nbsp; The feel of his tongue against her lips, the hand upon her back, upon her head, nothing short of erotic in her mind.&nbsp; The little voice of caution, of modesty, had been gone, silenced by the desire to simply be free, to indulge in what ever she wanted, to do whatever she pleased.<br><br>And at that moment, the only thing she wanted to do was the man making out with her.<br><br>Her tongue had greeted his warmly, with gentle caresses along the wet muscle.&nbsp; A soft moan of approval escaped her lips, the arousal building within her until she could not take it anymore.<br><br>A gentle quiver of her lip came as she pulled her head away from his, a grin across her face.&nbsp; Softly she nodded to the cabana area behind them, the soft, large lounge cushions almost the size of beds beneath the individual canvas tops.&nbsp; “Why don't we go get a little more comfortable...” She said softly.<br><br>Caroline would move to her feet, scrambling against the concrete surrounding the pool.&nbsp; The grin upon her face would not cease as she stood in the wide open entrance.&nbsp; Her glasses were placed to the side, her cover up following suit.&nbsp; For a moment, she hesitated about the bathing suit, her eyes looking out at the pool.&nbsp; Anyone could see them, could see her.&nbsp; Anyone who looked would be able to see what was going on, be able to see her nakedness.&nbsp; <br><br>The self-conscious part of her would never have dared to do it.&nbsp; Even then, as she stood there, that little voice screamed in protest, her hands pausing at the top of her one piece.&nbsp; But what was the point of playing it safe?&nbsp; What was the point of worrying what others would think?&nbsp; What did it matter in the long run, when all she wanted was to have fun with this handsome man who was so apparently into her?&nbsp; What did she have to lose?<br><br>The black bathing suit was pushed down her curves, forced down her legs and kicked away from around her ankles, feeling freer than she had in so long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 23:31:47</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/Stephsuit.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Maid<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> ~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Green Serene (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/qiVjBui98igf8R0Z2DtLBg/cid/212253821/id/Bmi1Ce_05hGW_NkHtvvecw/size/c600x470.jpg) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier Lobos <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Thomas Malcolm, Adriana Archibald, John Smith<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None,yet.<br><hr><br>Stephanie had an excited spring in her step as she gathered with the others by the pool, her eyes glittering and an impish grin on her glossy lips.&nbsp; Her eyes freely, and unabashedly, roamed over the other participants as she poured herself a shot of Fireball and downed it with a soft squeal at the delicious heat that spilled across her tongue and down her throat.&nbsp; Putting her shot glass upside down on the bar, she dropped into a cushy lounge chair and stretched her legs out, her grin turning feline as she pointed to Javier.<br><br>"You.&nbsp; Truth, dare or pussy out?"&nbsp; She stretched a bit and cocked a brow at him, crossing her legs at the ankle as she waited for his response.&nbsp; Her eyes wandered over him again, drinking in that hot body as she tried to think of a good dare.&nbsp; He looked the type to go dare first, which is part of why she'd picked him.&nbsp; Might as well get off to a good start.&nbsp; A sparkle flared in her eye as she went over the many delicious possibilities for dares.&nbsp; Mmmm...this was going to be fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 23:37:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.tvfanatic.com/iu/t_xlarge_p/v1380021186/attachment/katia-winter-pic.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Brinlee Emerson<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee -&nbsp; Casino Host<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 08/01/18&nbsp; |&nbsp; Late afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach/Outdoor Beach Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bathing suit, t-shirt, flip flops<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aiden Jones<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> None <strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr>She kindly thanked the waiter when he sat her margarita down in front of her.&nbsp; She swirled it with a straw as she glanced back up to the Captain who was now standing there right next to her.&nbsp; Aiden Jones reminded her of someone, but she couldn't quite place who it was.&nbsp; Undoubtedly it was someone incredibly handsome.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“The temperature is beyond perfect, if that’s even possible”, she answered him, licking a bit of salt from her finger before leaning down to take a sip of her drink.&nbsp; It was delicious! “I developed a thirst while sitting there in the hot sun, so I thought I’d take a break and come get myself something cold and wet to drink”.&nbsp; She knew about the dangers of mixing sun and alcohol, so she made herself a mental note to drink plenty of water before she went to bed later that night.<br><br>A little acknowledging grin spread across her lips when he commented on the size of her drink.&nbsp; “I know right? I like things big”.&nbsp; &nbsp;Wait, <em>what?</em>&nbsp; <em>Did she really just say that?</em>&nbsp; Oh yes, she did! She was thankful he pretended not to hear her naughty innuendo and instead, proposed a toast to their days ahead, placing a hand gently against her shoulder.&nbsp; Brinlee didn't flinch.&nbsp; In fact, she rather liked the touch.&nbsp; She smiled and took a bigger sip of of her margarita.&nbsp; <br><br>“You’ll probably want to order another one of those if you intend to keep up with me”, she teased him.&nbsp; Brinlee knew that tequila could kick her butt if she wasn’t careful, but she was there on vacation.&nbsp; She was hell bent on having a good time, and she was hoping the alcohol would make her forget (if just temporarily) the fact that she had been dumped by her fiancé. <br><br>“So, Captain…what’s on your list of fun things to do today?”<br><br>TYRONE POWER!<br><br>Yep, that's who Captain Jones reminded her of: Vintage movie star Tyrone Power.&nbsp; Especially when he was younger.&nbsp; Wow, the resemblance was uncanny.<br><br>"Are you a vintage movie fan, by any chance?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 02:10:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lDLfuFy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Oscar Valdez</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796517#msg12796517) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Dance Host <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd, right around 9:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Robyn Washington <strong>Mentioned:</strong>&nbsp; None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; None<hr><br>There were no phone calls.&nbsp; There were no little digital dings issued forth from his phone.&nbsp; No text messages.&nbsp; No e-mails.&nbsp; No voice mails of insecure concerns.&nbsp; For all intents and purposes, Oscar was cut off from the world that lay beyond the island, removed from the hectic and busy life that waited at home.&nbsp; And there was nothing more beautiful than that.<br><br>Except, perhaps, for the pina colada before him.&nbsp; That was a work of art, in his humble opinion, with each refreshing sip he took.&nbsp; <br><br>It felt good to not have to worry about who was calling him, what story and variation of the truth that had to be said.&nbsp; He didn't have to listen to Ester, and her constant worrying that he would run off with some younger woman in her forties and forget all about her.&nbsp; He was spared having to listen to Ethel's boring ranting and complaining about her children and grandchildren trying to squabble over her money.&nbsp; There were no calls from Stella, lamenting the concerns she had over her doctors.<br><br>There was nothing but the cold drink in his hand, and beach to his side.&nbsp; Heaven, he thought to himself.&nbsp; A vacation he was going to soak up for as much and for as long as he could before having to go back home to his elderly sugar mommas.&nbsp; Much needed and desired me-time.&nbsp; Free to do as, and whom, he pleased and desired.<br><br>Even if it meant getting up at the crack of dawn to get out and enjoy the sights.&nbsp; Such early mornings were often met with grumbles and rumbles of being up when he could be sleeping, but with the early morning frozen drink in hand, he felt more than ready to meet the day and get a start on the fun and festivities.<br><br>And from the look of the only other person around on the beach, it seemed like he wasn't alone in wanting to get an early start on the day.<br><br>"Mornin'" He said as he approached, his eyes unabashed as they looked over the nearly-naked woman stretched out before him.&nbsp; His eyes lingered upon her backside, a smirk coming to his face.&nbsp; "Enjoying the view out here?&nbsp; I sure am."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 02:44:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1f/f0/c0/1ff0c08b07abb5111b707ee3cd7df572.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 9 a.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> On the Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini Bottoms (Top tossed aside) (https://65.media.tumblr.com/d76d0de4d78966d35f654087508543de/tumblr_nc304qR4ab1rigk5bo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Oscar Valdez <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nothing Really</span><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The audiobook was not loud enough within her ears to completely deafen her to the world around her. While she could not hear the soft chatter of seabirds with one another, she did manage to hear the man’s voice from above her. It was fortunate for her unexpected companion since it meant she was not inadvertently rude to him.<br><br>Plucking one of the pink earbuds from her ear, Robyn halted her visit within voice heaven and turned onto her back in order to get a full view of her guest. His voice certainly did not sound familiar, eliminating the possibility of them working in close vicinity aboard one of the ships. Her decision to shift positions granted him a brief glimpse of her small but capable of being a handful breasts before she concealed them from his view, placing her large and unwieldy straw hat atop them. <br><br>Only then did she permit her mocha brown eyes to roam in an evaluative manner over his face before they lowered down to take notice of his white speedo. <em>Was that what they were called? Whatever.</em> They caught her attention, almost more than his wild mane. Her gaze did not linger long though. Returning her eyes to his face, she arched one of her eyebrows at his question. She paused her audiobook then, realizing he did not mean to make his stop brief.<br><br>“It depends,” Robyn answered contemplatively at him as she regarded him intently while debating silently with herself. She was no fool. Yesterday, there were some questionable activities occurring between some of her co-workers. Did he think…? It was her natural instinct at first to lash out at him with her sharp tongue in order to discourage whatever ideas might be proliferating within his mind. Why not? Why couldn’t she enjoy herself a little? This was her vacation, right? Her job was not at risk. Clearly since members of human resources were all aboard. <em>Just because their asses can fool around doesn’t mean you can too. You’re not one of them. </em><br><br>“Join me?” Robyn offered despite her reservations with a beckoning gesture of her hand for him to take a place near her blue polished feet. “And maybe even share your drink too?”<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 02:59:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Guilherme_Leao_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796567#msg12796567)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 8, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a trail to a cliff near a waterfall<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Indira Quinn <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br><strong>"3..."</strong><br><br>Andres only got halfway through his count when he saw her moving.&nbsp; The next number just kind of automatically came out of his mouth. <br><br>The moment moved in slow motion for him.&nbsp; Her eyes closed slowly as her hair flew up.&nbsp; Her shapely legs bent and pulled up to cover the curves of her chest.&nbsp; The yellow bikini bottom highlighted the backs of her smooth thighs and the roundness of her bottom.&nbsp; <br><br>This was great.<br><br>When she hit the water, he looked underneath to make sure she was okay.&nbsp; She seemed to sink toward the bottom for a bit, but then she came to life and swam quickly up to the surface.<br><br><em>"I can't believe I just... I just jumped off a fucking cliff!&nbsp; I just jumped off a cliff."</em><br><br><strong>"I can't believe it!&nbsp; You just jumped off a cliff!"</strong><br><br>He could tell she could swim, but her emotions were understandably intense.&nbsp; He kept a hand on her arm to make sure she didn't sink again, but he was so happy for her that he pulled her in for a hug.&nbsp; In a pool.&nbsp; By a waterfall.<br><br>After a moment of staring into her eyes and feeling his smile get bigger, he leaned in and gave her a kiss on her lips.<br><br>And then a second, for longer.<br><br>And a third kiss, which he wasn't going to break until she did first.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 03:25:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lDLfuFy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Oscar Valdez</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796517#msg12796517) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Dance Host <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd, right around 9:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Robyn Washington <strong>Mentioned:</strong>&nbsp; None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; None<hr><br>“You know, if I wasn't in such a good mood, I'd decline sharing this delicious little frozen concoction.” Oscar said, offering the lady his drink.<br><br>After he would place himself down at her feet, stretched out beside the the ends of her lovely legs where he could gaze up across her sensual form.&nbsp; “Don't cover up on my account though.&nbsp; I'm a lover and connoisseur of the human body, and am a firm believer that clothes in these festive and relaxing situations are only impediments to more festive and relaxing situations.” He remarked with a sly grin upon his face.&nbsp; “I mean, if it'll make you feel any better, I'd be more than happy to shed my shirt in solidarity.”<br><br>A thought occurred to him.&nbsp; She certainly did not seem as if she were the type who worked aboard one of the ships.&nbsp; People like that, people like him, had a certain air to them, one that in his experience seemed more laid back, relaxed, as if marked by the work on the seas.&nbsp; This lovely lady, whomever she was, didn't seem to have that quality.&nbsp; A reservedness about her, a more refined quality.&nbsp; It made his stomach tighten just a bit with anxiety.<br><br>“And, if you're upper, upper management, please disregard my comments.” He added in a half-assed attempt to cover his ass.&nbsp; “I blame it on the sun and pina colada.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 03:47:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/e072c58a77faa5114dea55df3f07228a/tumblr_o6ey9rz0JP1vnvl33o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marco Gutierrez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 1:15 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pool Attire (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/VIKvJPKzQs9qt6orR1c60w/cid/212034713/id/XG9LNAuy5hGczS-2yHa90g/size/c600x469.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline Wafford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nudity, Light/Vanilla Sexual Content<br><hr><br>He watched her get up, then stood himself with a slight smile, turning to follow her with his gaze as she makes her way into the cabana.&nbsp; He pads across the warm stone surrounding the pool, halting in place a moment when the bathing suit starts sliding down her body.&nbsp; A low rowl of appreciation rose in his throat as his eyes devoured her nude form, raking down her body from her shoulders to her feet and back up to linger on her full breasts.&nbsp; "Damn, bonita....were have you been all my life?"&nbsp; He crossed the distance between them, standing so that a deep enough breath would bring their bodies into contact, and smiled down at her, murmuring.&nbsp; "Who knew the pretty blond blushing by the pool had such a daring fox inside her, hm?"<br><br>He held her gaze as he tossed his sunglasses beside hers and kicked off his shoes, his hands swiftly sliding his swim trunks down his legs so that he could nudge the out of the way without a second thought.&nbsp; His right hand curled at her side and slowly slid upward as he lowered his head to claim her lips in another, far more heated, kiss.&nbsp; Another soft groan sounded deep in his chest as he finally closed the distance fully and his body pressed to hers from hip to shoulder, his shaft trapped between them.&nbsp; His free arm curled around her waist and his hand cupped her ass, fingers splaying greedily across the satiny skin to grip firmly and pull her tight against him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 04:09:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1f/f0/c0/1ff0c08b07abb5111b707ee3cd7df572.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 9 a.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> On the Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini Bottoms (Top tossed aside) (https://65.media.tumblr.com/d76d0de4d78966d35f654087508543de/tumblr_nc304qR4ab1rigk5bo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Oscar Valdez <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Bossy Bitch</span><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Nice to know how you really feel,” Robyn commented with a light chuckle, not at all offended, as she accepted the frosty drink from his hands. She hesitated for a brief second, memories of her alcoholic mother threatening to ruin a particularly good morning, before she took a small drink of its contents. A single drink make her a replica of that pathetic excuse of a mother and woman. <br><br>She rolled the liquid around her mouth, savoring the fruity taste, before eventually swallowing with a little noise of approval. It was highly probable that someone could drink a few of these without realizing their strength until it was too late. <br><br>Drinking before five in the evening. Yet another never-ever to be crossed from her mental list. <br><br>A bright smile curved at her full lips, unreleased laughter evident in her brown eyes, when her surprisingly entertaining stranger sought to reassure her of the fact that nudity was beautiful rather than offensive. She was tempted, really tempted, to concede, especially when he offered to remove his own shirt to make her feel less awkward about it. However, before she could voice her consent to his outrageous idea, his relaxed countenance shifted as if someone poured icy water atop his unprotected head. It did not make a lick of sense to her until he revealed what made him stop his advances. <br><br>Her position. <em>Wow.</em> Did she come off as that stiff and standoffish? <br><br>“Are you pussying out of flirting with me?” Pure disbelief colored her voice as she fought back waves of anger threatening to overwhelm her. “You know what? Take off your shirt AND those speedos. Don't even think about declining if you value your job.” Alright, she did not have the authority to fire him but she decided to play along with the game he started...<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WildStallionNYC</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 04:23:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.pearlanddean.com/sites/default/files/styles/large/public/newsimages/c4d3333b-5e6c-4c3c-bf13-b5fe676a28f2.jpg?itok=y0gJpHvz)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aiden Jones<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Ship's Captain <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | late afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach/Outdoor Beach Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> button down shirt | bathing suit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brinlee Emerson <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> none<hr><br>Aiden had noted how Brinlee licked the salt from the edge of her glass and noted her comment about 'liking big things', he took it as blatant flirting.&nbsp; Though since he didn't want to seem to eager, he let the comment pass.&nbsp; Though he would remind her of that comment later when the time was right. He also noted that she didn't move from his touch, if anything it seemed like she relaxed against his hand.<br><br>"oh is this a race or a contest? I have a feeling I can hold a bit more than you Brinlee, I might need 3 or 4 of these to match your GIGANTIC Margarita.&nbsp; Don't worry I can keep up."&nbsp; With that comment he drained his drink in a five count and held his glass up to signal for another.&nbsp; <br><br>"plans for the day, hmmm, the only plan I have is to relax and enjoy the beautiful island.&nbsp; I'm here by myself so only beholden to myself.&nbsp; Plenty of time to explore the island this week"<br><br>He saw a look come over Brinlee's face, as if there was a thought that popped into her head.&nbsp; He was curious what she was thinking.&nbsp; Her next question caught him off guard.&nbsp; <br><br>"I do enjoy a good vintage movie from time to time, why do you ask?"&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 04:27:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ord1-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s640x640/sh0.08/e35/c0.134.1080.1080/14574012_982395588548950_7888146217257926656_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTM1MzExNjc2NjUyODM4MzY1NA%3D%3D.2.c)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi + Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts (both open)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Behaving! </span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"> Drawing had always been something Charlie enjoyed. Sure, it wasn't something one usually bothered taking any kind of scheduled class for while on vacation but given how much she'd been wound up in such a short period... a good cool down activity seemed just right. A kind of lazy afternoon sort of thing. She was already envisioning a dip in the pool after this too so the day that stretched ahead of her--at least as far as her intentions went--was all about unwinding. Relaxing. Not fucking, licking, or sucking anything. Not finding herself teased by a mystery man. Just... chillin.<br><br>Except she walked up to the scheduled meeting point for this apparent class and cursed like a sailor in her mind as Ariana Grande's Side to Side started playing in her head. <br><br><em>"Oh good, good good. I need to head off for a minute dear, but pick a seat and you can go ahead and get started. I'm sure others will show up any minute, and I'll be right back! Have fun!"</em><br><br>Abandonment. That's what that was. Complete and utter abandonment. <br><br>For a second Charlie wanted to call to the woman and ask her not to leave. But of course that was ridiculous. She could be good. And all on her own too. She was totally in control of her own hormones! Mmhmm... <br><br>She stood there for a moment telling herself that over and over before she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her natural smile revealing itself as she did so. Yep, she had this. In the bag!<br><br>And then he asked that loaded ass question that had her groaning slightly. "If I said hard and fast right now would you think less of me?" She murmured under her breath before perking up and moving forward. <em>Down girl!</em><br><br>Mystery dude was totally to blame for this. Her hormones were rioting. Hot and bothered didn't even begin to cover how she felt but she let her backpack swing off her shoulder so she could take a seat and pull out her sketch book. There were supplies already present but Charlie preferred to use her own tools. The familiarity let her lose herself much more easily. Granted, she wasn't sure losing herself in the process was gonna happen when Mr Caramel Swirl up there had a six pack that looked more tasty than a candy bar. <br><br>"Lets go with whatever feels natural for you. You know, just... do you. My job is just to capture it, not tell you how to be." Because if she did she'd likely come off like some sex starved whore and neither of those things were true. She opened to a clean page and eyed him, wondering if he'd get it or if she'd end up having to direct him after all.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sofia Grace</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 05:23:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.celebuzz.com/uploads/2010/07/23/msg-127989047749-3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dayanara Cifuentes<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Bartender <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd | 11:45 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Hot pink string bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen Landry <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Chillin' like a villain<hr>One of the benefits of vacationing at an island resort was that very few people wanted to be bothered with the pool.&nbsp; Why should they?&nbsp; Surrounded by shimmering cerulean water and powdered sand, there was no real reason to waste time on a chlorinated pit of sub-par water.&nbsp; Sure, it was kept impeccably clean but if it weren't for her general aversion to people Dayanara likely would have been elsewhere.&nbsp; That morning, though, she'd woken up not wanting to bother with anyone.&nbsp; She'd dug through her suitcase for her bikini and slipped it on, grabbing one of the many books she'd brought with her and her tanning oil, and closing her room door behind her.&nbsp; It was unlikely the pool would be crowded; at least, the one she was headed for.&nbsp; There were several on the island, so nothing was to say she couldn't go from one to another if one got too populated.<br><br>Walking around the bend toward the pool area, she ruffled her fingers in her wavy blonde tresses and scooped a white terry cloth towel from a wicker basket by the entrance to the pool deck.&nbsp; No one in sight.&nbsp; Score.&nbsp; Her sunglasses were fished down from where they sat atop her head and she set them on the bridge of her nose.<br><br>Dayanara set her book and her tanning oil on a small table by one of the ivory loungers and stretched her arms above her head, linking her fingers together and arching her back.&nbsp; After hearing the soft crack of her spine she sighed and shuffled over to the chair, the soles of her feet welcoming the warmth of the wood planking surrounding the pool - swinging one leg over the seat and sitting straddled on it for a few moments.&nbsp; The silence was wonderful.&nbsp; It was under-appreciated.<br><br>Not bothering to reach for her book, she lifted her legs and let them stretch out in front of her.&nbsp; Her hand reached back and she reclined the seat a few degrees, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.&nbsp; She would read in due time, but for now... she'd simply rest her eyes and soak in the unrelenting intensity of the sun's rays beating down on her tanned skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 05:32:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rHBCgde.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Caroline Wafford</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796332#msg12796332) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Concierge <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 1st, a little after one in the afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Swimming pool Cabana<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Marco Gutierrez&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; Oral Sex<hr><br>Had she ever imagined that her first day there would be like that?&nbsp; Did she ever give serious thought to something such as what was going on actually happening to her that very moment?&nbsp; <br><br>She liked to take risks every now and then.&nbsp; It was what made life fun.&nbsp; From just going with the flow, following her heart on random road trips, to even an unplanned, unexpected marriage after one too many drinks.&nbsp; But they were safe risks.&nbsp; Even when she was drunkenly married, it was to a boy she knew.&nbsp; And yet, there she was, stripping naked next to a gorgeous hunk of a man, in public, with no delusions in her mind as to what was about to happen.<br><br>It was something to be embraced.&nbsp; A further step outside of the comfort-zone.&nbsp; A desire to have a little more fun and excitement.<br><br>The kiss against her lips only breathed new life into the lust that burned so deeply and intensely inside.&nbsp; A purr of approval escaped her as he gripped her ass, his fingers firm, massaging and kneading the soft flesh of her backside.&nbsp; Each second of his attention, his touch, made her want more and more.&nbsp; As did he, it felt, from the way his cock was nestled against her body, the organ swelling with a desire that was matched by her own.<br><br>Her lips pulled away from his, a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she allowed a soft laugh to escape her lips.&nbsp; “So far, so good.” She said, leaning her head in closer to his body.&nbsp; <br><br>Soft kisses of her lips were placed along his neck, moving down his firm chest.&nbsp; Her body slowly began to lower, her kisses trailing against the hard, muscled six-pack, moving further and further.&nbsp; The plush lips did not stop, not as they crossed over his pubis, not as the moved with a savoring slowness across the thickness of his shaft.&nbsp; They stopped only at the thick, bulbous tip that greeted her eyes, before being engulfed by the wet warmth of her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 05:40:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lDLfuFy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Oscar Valdez</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796517#msg12796517) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Dance Host <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd, right around 9:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Robyn Washington <strong>Mentioned:</strong>&nbsp; None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; None<hr><br>Oscar did a double take at first, pulling himself back by the sudden change in her tone.&nbsp; The disbelief in her voice seemed tainted with traces of a deeper emotion, one that caught him by surprise.&nbsp; Out of all of the responses that were possible, he hadn't quite expected that from her beautiful lips.&nbsp; But...<br><br>“My my, you are a feisty one.” Oscar remarked with a soft chuckle.&nbsp; “I like that though.”<br><br>He followed the command giving with a half mocking salute.&nbsp; The open shirt was slid from his shoulders with ease, the sandals upon his feet kicked off without care.&nbsp; For a moment Oscar was on his back, hips raised to pull off the white bathing suit upon his person before throwing it away with a casual disregard.<br><br>“I'm loving this vacation already.” He said, laying on his side, propped up upon his shoulder at her feet.&nbsp; “I'm Oscar, by the way.&nbsp; Anything else I can do to make your stay more pleasant?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sofia Grace</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 06:07:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://29secrets.com/wp-content/uploads/nick%20bateman.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Emmett Holloway<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Coral colored swim trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Benjamin Holloway <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Father/son bonding<hr>Heaving a sigh as his father pulled his sunglasses off of his face, Emmett made a half-assed attempt to look down to his feet before his father could catch his bearded jawline with his deft fingers.&nbsp; <em>Damnit</em>.&nbsp; He loved his dad, he really did - but the man did not make dodging his feelings easy.&nbsp; Unlike most dads who would encourage their sons to stuff their feelings down into the pit of their stomach, Benjamin had always been insistent on Emmett acknowledging and experiencing his feelings.&nbsp; Never having been pushy in his approach, Ben had always sort of... let it happen on its own.&nbsp; He knew Emmett better than anyone, and yet Emmett was still under the impression that he could pull one over on his dad.<br><br>He'd gotten his dark eyes from his father.&nbsp; Emmett's mother, Lilian, had brilliant green eyes.&nbsp; Ben looked him in the eye and Emmett idly chewed on the inside of his cheek - a habit he'd had since he was a little boy.&nbsp; Knowing better than to look away from his dad, Emmett's thick brows pulled together in the center and a crease formed on his forehead.&nbsp; He felt helpless.<br><br>"I don't know, Dad," he sighed.&nbsp; "A month ago, maybe?&nbsp; Right before you called about the trip."&nbsp; <br><br>... Thirty seven days.&nbsp; It'd been thirty seven days exactly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 16:18:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5778/31100568312_e8256e5b52_m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Holloway<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Medical Doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tropical Print Board Shorts, White Tank Top, Unbuttoned Short Sleeve Ocean Motif Tropical Shirt, Sunglasses<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emmett&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Father/Son Bonding<hr><br>It was a half-truth, but Ben decided not to pursue that aspect of it specifically any longer.&nbsp; He knew how Emmett was when dealing with his own feelings, and the young man was probably beating himself up enough already.&nbsp; He didn't need his father adding much fuel to the fire inside, but watching his son sit and languish over something that will likely not change was not something he could do.&nbsp; Ben pursed his slips slightly before softening his expression.&nbsp; "And still you wait until only now to tell me?"&nbsp; He said with a sigh of his own.&nbsp; "You used to tell me everything," he said, shoulder slumping just slightly.&nbsp; Ben didn't look disappointed long though.&nbsp; He closed the small gap between them, wrapping strong arms around his son and pulling him into a loving embrace.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, my boy," he said softly.&nbsp; "I feel like we've drifted too much," he added, running a hand up and down Emmett's back.<br><br>He held his son for a long moment, and he noted the familiarity of the embrace.&nbsp; Emmett was slow to participate, but eventually Ben felt those arms around him.&nbsp; Ben pulled back to look at Emmett's face, and he felt like he was seeing his son again for the first time in years.&nbsp; College and Jasmine had taken his attention from the one family member the boy had, but that was as life should be.&nbsp; Ben knew he couldn't be by Emmett's side his entire life.&nbsp; The young man needed to grow and experience his own path, but there was a small part of Ben that just wanted to hold Emmett and tell him it would be alright, to destroy his fears and doubts about everything.<br><br>Ben took a moment again, stealing another embrace from his son.&nbsp; It was different now though.&nbsp; Not just because Emmett had gone and come back a man but because Ben was feeling something he hadn't expected.&nbsp; The warmth of Emmett's body was more noticeable than before.&nbsp; His scent was in the air, the scent of a young man grown.&nbsp; His body was strong and developed, and for some reason, the forbidden nature of noting these things about his own son didn't interfere.&nbsp; Ben found himself wanting more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 17:15:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/70/c4/5e/70c45e6f4887a6724d8816623b786d38.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Guest <br><strong>Date | Time: </strong>~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Man Sarong (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6d/35/b1/6d35b1565efec13d07000f1b7f129d56.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas Malcolm, Adriana Archibald, John Smith,Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Snogging <hr> <br><br>The game was Shots! Truth or Dare, or so that was what he heard and Javier was game! To be honest, he would been in for Shots, then party but whatever he would play along. Third day in and he was living it up, like Hefner without the ditzy blondes and old man balls. The sun was setting but the climate was still poolside worthy which had him coming down in his man sarong. It was a samoan man kilt, he was sick of explaining. It was more comfortable than shorts with an easier access to his cock. <br><br><br>He didn’t know anyone besides his roomie, but that didn’t matter as he learned people were game to get friendly real quick. “Me? Ohh we aren’t going to go around in a circle and introduce one another?” Javier smiled before reaching for the bottle of fireball. “I choose dare, but I am still gonna take a shot because it is getting dark and I stone cold sober right now.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 17:44:58</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/Stephsuit.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Maid<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> ~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Green Serene (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/qiVjBui98igf8R0Z2DtLBg/cid/212253821/id/Bmi1Ce_05hGW_NkHtvvecw/size/c600x470.jpg) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier Lobos, Thomas Malcolm <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Adriana Archibald, John Smith<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Naughty Dares.<br><hr><br>She grinned at Javier and folded one arm behind her head, letting her eyes wander over the other participants with a Cheshire grin.&nbsp; "I'm Stephanie.&nbsp; Annnnd, I dare you to do a body shot off of...her."&nbsp; She motioned to Adriana, letting her eyes move up and down the other woman's body with interest.&nbsp; Her eyes finally shifted away to peer at Thomas, her eyes widening slightly and a bit of a pout plumping her lower lip.&nbsp; "Would you pour me a shot, please?&nbsp; I'm really comfortable and I don't want to get up."<br><br>Her eyes sparkled as she looked back to Adriana and Javier, cocking her head and absently toying with a loose strand of hair.&nbsp; Her tongue flicked out to run over her lower lip as she waited for him to enact her dare, wondering where the shot would be taken from.&nbsp; Her eyes flicked over Adriana, lingering briefly on her cleavage, then her navel and finally the gap between her thighs, trying to decide where <em>she</em> would take the shot if it was her dare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetBadBoy</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 22:09:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Arthur_nailor_beach.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> John Smith (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12800305#msg12800305)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest | Investor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug 1st | ~1 p.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Swimming pool area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- that<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline Wafford, Marco Gutierrez <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Voyeurism<hr><br>John passed for a moment as he exited the mansion to let his eyes adjust to the brightness again. Despite his shades the surroundings were washed out by brightness from the tropical sun. Slowly he made his way through the little park that lead to the pool. As he walked through the shade of some palmtrees, he was glad that he hadn't given into his first impulse to just crash on that insanely soft and inviting looking bed, but instead would fight his jetlag by staying awake. Although the ocean was just a hop, skip and a jump away, John had opted for the immediate vicinity of a bar and some unoccupied lounge chairs as he figured most would be more interested in jumping into the ocean. He was a bit surprised though to find he wasn't the only one with that thought. Truth be told, he actually appreciated the fact that there were some people around - maybe a conversation or a little flirt would help him stay awake.<br><br>John grimaced at that thought, knowing perfectly well that thinking about going up to people he never met and talk to them and actually doing it was two very different cups of team. It wasn't that he was afraid or didn't like people... he just didn't know what to talk about. Most would not be interested to talk about the latest in network security or big data processing algorithms of some firm he was backing. No, in a place like this smalltalk was key and if there was one thing John was sure he wasn't good at, then it was smalltalk.<br><br>So John decided to for now settle down somewhere and see what the afternoon would bring. He ordered a fruity cocktail that was - at least according to the waiter more juice than alcohol - and settled down in one of the empty chairs around the pool. As he sat there and just looked around - enjoying the sun and his drink - he noticed a cute, curvy blonde walking over a cabana, followed by a very handsome looking Latin guy. John took another sip of his drink and almost coughed up his cocktail as he realized the blonde stripping out of her bathing suit to expose herself to the preying eyes of his... awwww and naturally anyone else around.<br><br><em>Wooow</em>, as all that shot through John head as he realized the guy following suit and then the blonde moving down his body. John had known that this vacation was supposed to be about hooking up and having been on Jim's hedonistic cruise, he certainly had hoped this would be like that, but being treated to a hot, real life sex show only a few hours after arrival got him seriously excited.<br><br>John got up from his lounger to stretch his legs and take a few steps around the bushes and trees of the little part - mainly to try and shift his bulge that was forming from the intense show of what he had just witnessed. He wondered if they had been hired specifically to 'get things going' or if Jim's employees were really this 'liberal'... and as he wondered he realized that the path had taken him back around towards the pool and he was now coming up on the cabana from the other side - and getting a great view of the blonde's backside as she was giving head.<br><br>For a moment John hesitated if he should allow them their privacy, but then decided that if they did it this clearly out in the open, they certainly wouldn't mind... and so he leaned against a palmtree, watching with drink in his hand and cock starting to strain against his shorts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 23:04:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Hailee%20Arrival_zpsecdngstq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1, 2018 | 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;----&nbsp; + cut off jean shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Okello <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Someone's .. happy to be there! The barest of gropings<hr><br>In truth she let the hug go on for far too long.&nbsp; Long enough that she could identify the smell of him beneath the salt of the ocean air.&nbsp; Long enough that her fingers could lightly map the skin just over the waist band of his swim trunks.&nbsp; It couldn't go on forever though and with a final tight squeeze she stepped back, mouth turned into a happy curve.<br><br>"It has been forever!&nbsp; And yeah, finally graduated n'everything. I mean it's not medical school like you and Griffin, something that my parents aren't afraid to point out it ..." only then did she look down enough to notice that not only was the straw brim of her hat kind of dented but it was hanging quite lazily off the front of Okello's shorts.&nbsp; All on its own. She .. well damn.&nbsp; She'd heard the phrase 'sporting a hat stand' once before but had never really understood it until this very moment.&nbsp; She flushed slightly and then leaned forward a little bit, rescuing the beleaguered head gear before it could fall from its perch.&nbsp; Fingers brushed against the ridge of his cock where it pressed against the white fabric and she tried very hard not to stare.&nbsp; Granted she failed gloriously, but she did try!<br><br>Oh right.&nbsp; They were having a conversation!&nbsp; Somewhat desperately she tried to replay in her head what he'd said last.&nbsp; Something about work and her major?&nbsp; "Yeah .. umm... ended up with a communication studies degree.&nbsp; Someone told me once that so much of life is about communication.&nbsp; Turns out he was right, and I'm actually kind of good at it.&nbsp; Not always talking to people, clearly, but getting people to talk to eachother?&nbsp; I've done some radio broadcasting internships.&nbsp; If you talk to my brother he calls them my 'phone sex operator days' because he's an asshole and the midnight to five am time slot brings ... an odd bunch of people.&nbsp; But it was fun."<br><br>The longer she talked the more the awkwardness flaked away. "I have no idea what I'm going to do now, other than enjoy this vacation you were so nice to offer me!&nbsp; Seriously I can't thank you enough for the invitation.&nbsp; I've heard good things about Fhloston though.&nbsp; Would it be totally stalker like if I admitted to doing some research when Griff mentioned you were working for them?&nbsp; He's all kinds of jealous by the way.&nbsp; Ended up working at North Middlesex, the hospital's apparently a wreck, they have all kinds of administration problems there from what I gather.&nbsp; Certainly no company island get aways provided. You're a lucky man! <br><br>Nibbling her lower lip she tried to think of a nonchalant way to bring this up, but instead decided to just go for it. "So are we sharing a room? I mean.. I don't want to cramp your style if you have other plans.&nbsp; You can tell me to get lost and I promise I won't be offended.&nbsp; You are hot, and I all kinds of like you, but we're not here together together right? so I don't want you to feel like you need to do anything you don't want to do.. &nbsp; Was there a kind of wistful note to her voice? God she hoped not.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 01:12:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1f/f0/c0/1ff0c08b07abb5111b707ee3cd7df572.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 9 a.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> On the Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini Bottoms (Top tossed aside) (https://65.media.tumblr.com/d76d0de4d78966d35f654087508543de/tumblr_nc304qR4ab1rigk5bo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Oscar Valdez <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Bossy Bitch | Power Play?</span><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Robyn felt like her heart might explode within her chest from how rapidly it pounded against her chest. Would he do as she instructed, no, demanded of him? Did she really want him to?<br><br>As the seconds elongated, as if hours resided between them, she found herself desiring his compliance rather than resistance to her outrageous request. Crazy? Possibly. Sure, it would be easier, for her at least, if he called a crazy bitch, flipped her the bird, and stormed back in the direction of the house. <br><br>However, Robyn did not typically back away from challenges just because they might push her beyond her personal limits or comfort zone. She had to adapt to new changes and ensure she did not fall behind her ruthless competition, especially since there were already two or possibly three strikes against her. <br><br>She was black, a woman, and not heterosexual. <br><br>Pathetic as it might sound, Robyn found herself in better control of her treacherous emotions and thus her composure when she fell back upon the same tactics employed within her day to day experiences at her demanding job. Most useful and applicable, at present was one used frequently whenever her superiors threw her a curve-ball or when a vindictive co-worker sought to knock her down in order to rise above her crumpled body. <br><br>Sometimes, you needed to bullshit. Confidence is King. Think about yourself first and others second. <br><br>“Nobody cares what you liked,” Robyn scolded quietly with a roll of her eyes. <br><br>The salute was ignored but she could not take her eyes away as he shrugged the shirt from his shoulders. Somehow she still found herself doubting that he would actually go through with ALL of it. Any lingering hint of uncertainty vanished from her thoughts as he lowered his hand to the bathing suit and pushed it down his muscular legs. <br><br>Her mouth watered a little, cunt dampened, at the sight of his thick cock. Some preferred length but Robyn preferred someone with girth, capable of stretching her.<br><br>“You never learned when to keep your thoughts to yourself. Did you, Oscar?” She commented with a light tsking sound. While her tone gave the appearance of annoyance, she actually liked his obstinant mouth and how he did not become some cowering bitch. Plus, his impish nature distracted her from potentially overthinking how WRONG this was. “I won’t ask you to shut up though. I doubt you could manage for more than a few seconds.” <br><br>Instead, she rose onto her feet and permitted the straw hat to tumble from her fingertips onto the towel with him. A light sip of her drink was taken, played with in her mouth, as she permitted him a view rarely seen by anyone...other than David, her faithful and multifaceted vibrator. <br><br>Her hips were wide, accented by a spank-able behind, while her breasts were capable of being a little more than a handful. Dark brown skin practically glowed with health and vibrancy underneath the direct sunlight. No tattoos or piercings adorned her form. She was not perfect though. No where near it. A lengthy scar marred her flat stomach while faded marks told the unspoken tale of her childhood and more recent ones of a troubled path into adulthood. Arms crossing over her stomach rather than seeking to hide her breasts, she lifted her foot and pressed it forcefully against his chest, forcing him to lay all the way down upon his back. <br><br>“I can't help wondering though; can your mouth do thing things with the same level of expertise?” <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 04:42:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/Jesse_williams_shirtless.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - ship's medical doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/18 | morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, white swimming trunks, slippers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Having her press her body into his felt so good.&nbsp; He wished they had less clothing in the way.&nbsp; He could smell her scent, something fruity and flowery and sweet and spicy.&nbsp; Her fingers brushed against his lower back, which made him jump and arch his back.&nbsp; That was one of Okello's ticklish spots.&nbsp; He felt her squeeze him tight before breaking the hug that he wished lasted longer, and he squeezed her back.<br><br>Okello didn't notice the hat hanging off his shorts until Hailee reached for it.&nbsp; But it wasn't just the hat he noticed.&nbsp; He was also suddenly aware of Hailee's fingers just putting the lightest amount of pressure on the crown of his cock.&nbsp; He swelled up even more, but it also made his abdominal muscles flex as he let out a surprised gasp.&nbsp; Her eyes seemed to be glued to the bulge in his shorts, which stretched out the fabric and made the outline even more obvious.<br><br><em>"Yeah .. umm... ended up with a communication studies degree..."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>He failed to focus on much of what she was saying.&nbsp; It somehow got stored in his memory to be reviewed later.&nbsp; He couldn't believe this was his friend's younger sister.&nbsp; She was gorgeous, beautiful, hot, sexy, cute and pretty all rolled into one.&nbsp; She looked like a goddess but talked like a college girl.<br><br>Certain phrases stuck out to him.&nbsp; Phone sex operator.&nbsp; Sharing a room.&nbsp; You are hot.&nbsp; I all kinds of like you.<br><br>He reached for her and brought an arm around her waist.<br><br><strong>"I have a room to myself.&nbsp; But you can share my bed."</strong><br><br>He pulled her in close.&nbsp; Her breasts were smooshed up against his chest.&nbsp; His erection pressed through his white trunks and her jean shorts against her sex.&nbsp; And he lifted up her chin to look down at her face.&nbsp; He licked his lips, then leaned in.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 05:15:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/31/ae/48/31ae487e56f8310794472edef4d62b27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder, Spiteful Bitch<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at House<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- Green dress, heels, sunglasses, wide brimmed sun hat&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Aaron, John Smith <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Stephanie <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr><br>"You know you smell like a distillery right?"&nbsp; Her nose wrinkled as James came in for a quick kiss against her cheek, but she didn't recoil; in fact her free arm curled around him in a half hug.&nbsp; He might be an ass, but at one point he'd been her ass and there was some perverse part of her that was pleased to see him again.&nbsp; As per the usual he ruined things by opening his mouth and talking again.&nbsp; <br><br>His wife? Not in over twenty years thanks. And 7-up in the fridge indeed!&nbsp; Like he had any room to talk, the little blonde he was drifting over toward (Stephanie) couldn't be much older than Aaron.&nbsp; Fucking hypocrite.&nbsp; Good to know that double standards were alive and well!&nbsp; "Aaron I .." trailing off she just shrugged. "I'm sorry, he's impossible."&nbsp; It wasn't quite a full apology, he'd have a long time to wait for one of those because Erica was firmly convinced that she hadn't done anything wrong (plenty of people didn't talk about their exes right?), but it was something.&nbsp; <br><br>A brief flicker of recognition crossed her features as John approached and she offered him a small wave of acknowledgment.&nbsp; Damn if she could remember his name though.&nbsp; The need for pleasantries was aborted by the grim look on Aaron's eyes. "Things to talk about? Won't that be fun?" There was a false note of brightness to her tone which failed to tone down the sarcasm it was drenched with, but her smile didn't falter.&nbsp; "By all means lead the way!"&nbsp; Anything to get off these stairs and into the house away from having to watch people fawn over her ex-husband, <em>'oh James, what a delightfully big .. island you have!'</em>&nbsp; Gag!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 05:46:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Hailee%20Arrival_zpsecdngstq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1, 2018 | 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;----&nbsp; + cut off jean shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Okello <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Lip Action<hr><br>Her expression fell slightly as he mentioned having his own room, the half form plan of 'whoops I forgot my towel' falling apart before she'd even gotten the details worked out.&nbsp; She'd have to find some other way to ... wait what?&nbsp; Wide blue eyes met his as his arm slid around her waist and the slender line of her body fit up against his easily. The damn hat went fluttering off forgotten into the water, disappearing into the wake behind them as the yacht moved steadily on toward the island. Hailee had more important things to think about just then!<br><br>Chief among them just how good it felt to have his arm around her&nbsp; and how very close his mouth was as he tilted her face up.&nbsp; The briefest of hesitations and then she was raising herself up the last few inches, rocking onto the balls of her feet so that her mouth could meet his.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She tasted like strawberry lip gloss and the margarita that she'd been offered upon getting on the boat.&nbsp; The warmth unfurling in her stomach had nothing to do with that little bit of alcohol though and everything to do with this kiss that she'd been thinking about since she was sixteen.&nbsp; There was no hurry to see it end; her tongue flicked, danced happily against his and her hips rocked enjoying the feel of him hard and pressed up against her.<br><br>Panting softly she fell back onto her heels. "I .. please tell me there's no like grand tour when we get there?&nbsp; I'd very much like to see your room, but I can't guarantee we'll make it to the bed.." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 05:51:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/2848973db309252095ab81558bcaf895/tumblr_muhcewLxe21qadpveo1_500.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Landry <br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd | 11:45 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pair of beach shorts, boxers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dayanara <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Chillin like a... hero, I guess?<hr><br>He'd been told all his life that he looked like a California beach boy. He had the smile, the blondness, and the crystal clear blue eyes to match. A lot of people said he should go into acting, modeling, or... something other than working his fingers into early retirement in a car shop. Now, he couldn't say he loved the job. Having to wash grease out of his fingers every day, and even then coming home with the black stains on his fingers, working day in, day out, out in the heat, rain, cold with a two-ton machine above him that could fall down at any moment. It wasn't like it happened often, but you heard stories over a barbecue grill on a Sunday afternoon of an accident in a shop on the other side of the city. But there was something oddly... relaxing about the work. The camaraderie with the other guys there, the comfort of working within the known realm of auto mechanics. It wasn't a perfect job, but it wasn't terrible either.<br><br>All that to say, after a couple of days on a tropical paradise, he needed some quiet. Some relaxation, without the urge to have fun that seemed to be a requirement with his sister. The beach was to be avoided for the moment, one of the pools being his target. He placed his towel on one of the tables doing some light stretches as he walked over to the pool, not noticing that there was somebody in the area already. Some proper exercise would go a long way towards helping him relax. Maybe some time in the sauna, let off steam. That was a fucking vacation plan right there.<br><br>The sun was shining brilliantly, and he smiled as a gentle breeze from the ocean rippled over his body, cooling him off and bringing the wonderful briny scent to him for a deep breath. Slowly, he rolled his shoulders, dropping down to his hands and straightening his body out, arms hard and tense, positioned parallel to each other as he slowly let himself down until his nose could almost touch the wooden pool deck, and quickly pushing back up again, making the wood creak gently. He went through the repetitions at an easy pace, taking long, deep breaths, timing them with the repetitions, loving the burning thrill rush through the muscles of his chest, arms and shoulders as he kept on going.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 18:54:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | 6 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> West beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Indira Quinn<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild homoerotica<hr><br>Eagerly she pooled a little in her palm and worked it from stiff dollop to creamy lather with the warmth of her hands. "Leave it to me. I'll do a good job with your body." From behind, all but out of sight, her slippery hands touched Indira's shoulders. The strength in them was elfin, and balanced on her knees less stable than the shoulders she anointed. Each lead of her diligent fingertips and roll of a cupped palm involved the rhythmic sway of Choe Ja. "Let me treat you. I enjoy it." Touch blossomed across the muscles of Indira's back where she could not reach, with an artistry only lovers and masseuses were allowed. She followed the polkadot band, under either leaden arm, and for a moment she seemed poised to reel Ms. Quinn in and whisper to her ear. No such line was crossed. When her fingertips slipped beneath the strap and followed its circuit back around a stranger's nape, she was respectful.<br><br>"Should I tell my name?" Lotioned fingers clung to Indira's hair when she swept it aside. There was a light pull, not entirely intentional, but a fine complement to the luxurious lift and stroke. The nails of a lipstick lesbian grazed hackles as she selected an arm to follow. "We could remain strangers. It would never leave the island either way. How exciting!"<br><br>It would be easy to consider her fingers following the seam of Indira's bikini the intimate portion, or later, when Ms. Quinn would inevitably need to lie prone and give up her seat. There was much greater intimacy to be found down the elbow, on fumes of sunscreen, her hands on Indira's to make the most of what remained. She took stock of these five fingers, and imagined with Indira how they'd feel inside of her. A warm cheek to the shoulder she'd cleared of Indira's hair as vapors of sunscreen worked unnecessarily into each joint. Two fingers, pressed together, what an innocuous obscenity. She measured them against her own fingers, and found herself smaller, but not by too much. Just enough. "Would you lie down for me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 02:00:02</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/e7e8a055c71da78e6795b6a5364aaf90/tumblr_nofmamCbpE1qazpioo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Chef<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> ~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier Lobos, Stephanie Landry <strong>also present:</strong> Thomas Malcolm, John Smith<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Naughty Dares.<br><hr><br>Adriana smiled at the four people gathered, giving each of them a little inspection in the process. Funny how a couple of days of decadent indulgence made a girl evaluate strangers on a scale of how fuckable they were. Titlicious over there was gorgeous, those curves... Roommate guy she already knew was worth a few hours of exhaustion. The two other guys were cute, very cute. But despite any attraction to the people around her, she went directly for a shot of whatever the blonde had downed, shook he shoulders while the alcohol burned its way down her throat, and turned just in time for a game!<br><br>"Ooooh, jump right in, huh?" She grinned and winked at the girl, a dull blush of excitement coloring her cheeks when she caught the looks at her own body. Oh this had potential, didn't it... <br><br>Turning to Hottie the Roomie, Adriana shrugged playfully and tilted her head. "Can't have a man too sober on vacation, can we?" Still grinning cheeky, she undid the few buttons that held her shirt closed and parted it to reveal the white bra underneath, along with a lot of tan and firm skin. A glance down had her tugging her breasts a little up from the bra, not enough to reveal her nipples but enough to hopefully avoid getting the lace and satin piece of clothing soaked in alcohol. And as a result, she cupped her breasts and made her cleavage into a perfect place to pour a drink into. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 02:22:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/e072c58a77faa5114dea55df3f07228a/tumblr_o6ey9rz0JP1vnvl33o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marco Gutierrez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 1:15 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pool Attire (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/VIKvJPKzQs9qt6orR1c60w/cid/212034713/id/XG9LNAuy5hGczS-2yHa90g/size/c600x469.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline Wafford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nudity, Voyeurism, Oral Sex, MxM(sorta)<br><hr><br>As Caroline slid down his body, his hands stroked up her bare back, until his fingers were gently tangled in the silky strands of her hair.&nbsp; Beneath her lips, well-toned muscles flexed in response to her kisses, and his skin grew steadily warmer the further down she got.&nbsp; As her lips found his throbbing shaft his hands tightened into fists around handfuls of her hair and his lips parted with an unabashed moan of intense pleasure.&nbsp; The head of his cock pulsed against her tongue and offered up a slick, muted taste of ever so mildly sweet precum, revealing a diet heavy in tropical fruits.&nbsp; His head dropped back and his hips twitched, forcibly held back from the natural instinct to thrust and bury his length as deep into the warm, glorious confines of her mouth and throat as possible.&nbsp; Instead, he struggled to remain still and allow her to set the pace, unless she indicated otherwise.<br><br>His eyes opened as his head dropped forward again, chin lowering to let his gaze slide down and watch his shaft disappear between plush lips, breathing growing weighty and rapid.&nbsp; As he looked down at her, enjoying the view on a visceral level, his mind set off a distant alarm, almost lost in the fog of ecstasy and arousal.&nbsp; Slowly it penetrated the veil and a thought struck from the mindless indulgence in carnal pleasure, 'Was someone watching them?'&nbsp; His brow furrowed slightly and his head lifted again, eyes traveling the same path as before, but stopping on the sight of the man standing a few yards away.&nbsp; He openly met John's gaze, bold and unashamed, his lips curling a bit as he let his eyes roam over the other man's body with a low growl.&nbsp; His cock flexed powerfully between Caroline's lips and he spoke to her softly with a sensual rasp in his voice.<br><br>"We're being watched, mamasita.&nbsp; There's a man about ten or fifteen feet away, transfixed by the sight of you sucking my cock where anyone can see you.&nbsp; And he's hard as hell."&nbsp; His fingers flexed in her hair, fingertips tenderly caressing over her scalp and his toes curling up.&nbsp; His gaze dropped briefly to look down at her and meet her eyes, one brow arching as he whispered for her ears only.&nbsp; "Want me to invite him to join us, sweet Caroline?&nbsp; You'd look so hot getting fucked with my dick in your mouth."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 02:25:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/18/3c/cf183c3e2503e0310868d145c619a541.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest&nbsp; <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see avatar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> none<hr><br>The girl murmured something but he didn't hear it. He was about to tell her she needed to speak a little louder if she wanted him to make anything out of it, wondering if super awkward and shy was the price of having that body and face. Proven wrong in the next moment, Gabe watched oddly fascinated as she sat down and got ready to actually draw him. <br><br>Was she for real? <br><br>Then he remembered he was the one who sat on that damn chair, not even attending some lame class but actually modelling for it. Shouldn't say a word about her doing whatever she wanted to do. But then she got serious, and he couldn't hold back the laugh. "We're really doing this? Just you, me and a pencil? Well..."<br><br>Mischief welled up, made his stomach tingle with anticipation, and he stood up. "Let's, then." The jacket was first to go, dropped casually to the ground next to him, and then he undid his jeans. "Just do me, right?" He asked, copying her words with very intentional different meaning than she had spoken them in. But as he pushed the denim down his hips he remembered that he'd not put anything on under it. He was already showing more than would count as decent, dark neatly groomed hair and an inch of his cock revealed. He stopped there, left his jeans covering most of what would make this an R rated drawing session. <br><br>"I don't think me calling the shots is a good idea. You might have to pose me, yanno, arm here, arm there, move up, down, whatever..." The animated explanation made his jeans slip a little further down, to the point of them barely staying in place, and he grinned looking down at himself and then at her. "Better hurry," he suggested with a wink. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 02:37:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/70/c4/5e/70c45e6f4887a6724d8816623b786d38.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Guest <br><strong>Date | Time: </strong>~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Man Sarong (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6d/35/b1/6d35b1565efec13d07000f1b7f129d56.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas Malcolm, Adriana Archibald, John Smith,Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Dare Complete <hr> <br><br>Take a shot off Archy? Javi didn't need to be dared twice! "Going to make it easy for me for once?" He smirked as he reached for one of the other bottles and began to pop it open. "Yo playboy, truth or dare?" He asked the guy to his right (Thomas) as he prepared to pour a shot up until Adriana made a natural cup with her tits. "Well, don't need this anymore." He said as he set the shot glass aside, grabbed a lime and ran a pair of lines across the top of her breasts. The purpose was made clear when he poured a little salt over the now wet skin, the crystals clinging before he began to pour the tequila. <br><br>"I don't even like salt and lime with my tequila, but exceptions had to be made." He shared before he quickly pressed his lips to Adriana's breast and did a decent job of catching most of the tequila. Some managed to trickle down his chin and her tummy, but he was quick to catch it with his tongue before making his way to the salt and lime lines. "Ooops, looks like this won't work...." Javi explained as he slid his hand behind her back and popped her bra open and finished the shot with a quick little kiss, allowing Archy to get a taste. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 03:40:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rHBCgde.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Caroline Wafford</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796332#msg12796332) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Concierge <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 1st, a little after one in the afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Swimming pool Cabana<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Marco Gutierrez, John Smith&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; Oral Sex, Threesome (MxMxF)<hr><br>Arousal and lust had taken over her thoughts in that very moment.&nbsp; The worries of the world, the lingering voice of morality, all of it ceased to exist in her mind.&nbsp; For that wonderful moment, the ethereal concerns were of no thought, her mind and body focused solely upon the physical, and the man with his penis in her mouth.<br><br>The taste of him was intoxicating.&nbsp; Though he was fresh from the pool, the lingering water still upon his flesh, the saltiness of his masculinity remained undeniable.&nbsp; A groan of satisfaction from deep within came at his taste, the moan sending minuscule vibrations through the thick rod of muscle and flesh.&nbsp; She wanted more.&nbsp; She needed more.&nbsp; The demon of lust burned hotly within, making her desires almost insatiable.&nbsp; How long had it been since she had been with a man?&nbsp; How long had it been since she had indulged herself in the pleasures of the flesh?&nbsp; Too long, she thought.&nbsp; Far too long.<br><br>Greedily she sucked at him, taking more and more into the willing mouth.&nbsp; Her cheeks hollowed, the suction intensifying as more and more became devoured with the fluid bobbing of her head.&nbsp; The saliva flowed as did the moisture from her cunt, her clit throbbing for attention, feeling so close to the edge already just from being there, being out in the open, sucking off a stranger for fun.<br><br>His words penetrated her thoughts.&nbsp; Her eyes widened as she looked up to him, the gliding of her head slowing along his shaft.&nbsp; He spoke with a seriousness, one that under normal circumstances would have been terrifying.&nbsp; But at that moment, it was only arousing, and the thought of another man made her pussy clench in delight.<br><br>With a soft pop, she removed her mouth from his cock, a thick bead of saliva trailing from her pouty, swollen lips.&nbsp; Caroline's head turned in the direction of the man off in the short distance, clearly watching them, clearly aroused by what was taking place.&nbsp; A grin came across her lips as her hand reached for Marco's cock, wrapped around the saliva-slicked shaft as she continued to rub stroke him.&nbsp; “He's cute.” She admitted to him, her eyes looking at the stranger in the wings.<br><br>“I've never had two men inside of me before.” She admitted, her hand snaking down between her thighs, down to the aching clitoris that could not be ignored at such a prospect.&nbsp; Her head turned back to Marco, a gleam of aroused hunger in her eyes.&nbsp; “I think it'd be pretty hot to have you two taking turns on me.”<br><br>She turned back to the man, staring him down with an inviting smile.&nbsp; “You just going to stand there, or did you want to join in?” She called out to the man before moving her body up onto the over-sized cabana lounge bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 17:53:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ord1-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s640x640/sh0.08/e35/c0.134.1080.1080/14574012_982395588548950_7888146217257926656_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTM1MzExNjc2NjUyODM4MzY1NA%3D%3D.2.c)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi + Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts (both open)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Behaving! ... Kinda?</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"> He seemed surprised that she would be serious about drawing him but she really was. She had to do something besides fuck, right? Her mother was somewhere on this island after all. "We're already here. You're up there. I'm down here. Why not?" She shrugged and absently adjusted her top, her attention moving off of him until the moment he seemed to agree.<br><br>Lifting her eyes, Charlie bit off a very fierce sting of obscenities. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath in an effort to stave off the surge of arousal trying to lay claim to her body. It didn't work. Her hands pushed up into her hair, dislodging the messy bun she'd tossed it into sometime earlier and sending the dark locks sliding around her, half shielding her face for a moment. <br><br>Finally she had to laugh. Peeking over at him through the fall of her hair only made it worse too. He looked so very -not- innocent--which of course fell straight into the category of Charlie-bait--that it was hard to resist the urge to give as good as she got. In fact, she gave up on the idea of resisting altogether. At least as far as being on her best behavior went. <br><br>Shaking her head, the DJ set aside her things and stood. She did pause for a moment to consider the guy and his precariously loose pants but then she was moving, strolling across the distance between them until she was able to step directly into his personal space. Somewhere in her head she was smirking, mischief likely equal to his having taken up residence, but outwardly her expression was controlled. Almost serious. <br><br>"Fine. I'll help you. Just relax, okay?" Closer now she circled him slowly and looked him over, green eyes taking in the the way the afternoon sunlight and shadow played over every plane and hollow. He really was quite pretty. She would have loved to have her camera with her for this one but drawing him would be the next best thing even if she had to obscure his facial features. <br><br>Around she moved, circling for a second time though this time her fingers ghosted above his skin, not quite making contact. Finally she stopped behind him. "Do I have permission to touch you?" She asked letting her hands touch the back of his jacket ever so lightly. Sliding them up slowly toward his shoulders with the aim of eventually moving to push his jacket from his shoulders she stretched up to speak softer near his ear. "You really do need to relax. Its easier to maintain your stamina if you're not all stiff or tense. And of course we don't want an unnatural pose. Her hands reached the edges of his jacket but getting him out of it would require his cooperation. "Let me see?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 23:16:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/23/1f/3a/231f3aea5497559a3c35f6519ab5b458.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Senior Copywriter <br><strong>Date | Time: </strong>~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier Lobos, Adriana Archibald, John Smith,Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Truth or Dare Extended <hr> <br><br>Thomas had always been of the opinion that if you wanted to get proper drunk, like, the good kind of drunk, you needed a warm-up drink first. His was tall, with a handful of ice cubes tossed in and glistening with droplets trailing down. The liquid itself was a dark amber color, topped with a slice of lime. He sipped it slowly, enjoying the mixture of hot and cold that touched his mouth every time he did so, watching the group of four, five including himself, as they went through the motions of a truth, dare, or shots game. He did sit up and pay closer attention as the offer for a shot to be made between the beautiful Adriana's breasts, watching closely with a small smile on his face. He seemed almost distracted when Javier extended the challenge to him.<br><br>"Hmmm?" He asked, covering his surprise with a quick sip. In all honesty, he had never really played this game, only having joined the group to watch and study, but as it stood, this wasn't much of a spectator sport. He was in or out, and Thomas could never stand to be out.<br><br>"Well," He said, placing his drink on a table and standing from the beach lounger that he had been, well, lounging on," Since it's the first go the evening, I'll go for a dare."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 02:11:32</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/e7e8a055c71da78e6795b6a5364aaf90/tumblr_nofmamCbpE1qazpioo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Chef<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> ~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier Lobos <strong>also present:</strong> Thomas Malcolm, John Smith, Stephanie Landry <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Prudence and halos. <br><hr><br>The liqueur was cool on her skin when Javi poured it into her cleavage, and the streak of lime and salt made her blood run a little hotter since she knew what he had to be planning to do. She looked at the others when the shot was taken, briefly pausing on each of them before turning her eyes down to where her roommate dragged his tongue and lips over her breasts and down between them. She should have seen his next move coming, but rolled her eyes playfully at him for it. The bra could go. In fact...<br><br>Adriana pressed into the little kiss Javi gave, tasted the drink he'd tasted on her, and took her shirt off. The bra hung on her shoulders but didn't do much to cover anything since it had been unfastened, so she let it drop to the ground. Being topless in front of these people didn't bother her at all, and she pulled the shirt back on without any rush. She tied it together rather than button it, just beneath her breasts, and reached to push at the side of Javi's head in silent but amused reprimand for making her strip. <br><br>Next guy up seemed a little hesitant, but not unwilling. She smiled when he went for a dare, and wondered what Javi would come up with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 02:51:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/Jesse_williams_shirtless.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - ship's medical doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/18 | morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, white swimming trunks, slippers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Okello couldn't believe his luck.&nbsp; He wasn't even on the island yet, and his old friend's hot younger sister was throwing herself at him.<br><br>She didn't just look good.&nbsp; She felt good.&nbsp; The skin on her lower back against his hand, on her stomach against his abs, on her legs against his legs, her lips against his lips, her tongue against his tongue.&nbsp; Okello felt electricity everywhere their bare skin touched.&nbsp; <br><br>She had met him halfway with the kiss, and she delivered as good as she got.&nbsp; It wasn't just kissing.&nbsp; It was his arms around her, his hands on her lower back, then on her hips, then on her rear, all while keeping the kiss going.&nbsp; It wasn't like he was groping her.&nbsp; His hands moved on their own accord over her body.&nbsp; He was just savoring her touch and taste and scent.<br><br><em>"I .. please tell me there's no like grand tour when we get there?&nbsp; I'd very much like to see your room, but I can't guarantee we'll make it to the bed.."</em><br><br><strong>"Well, Hailee, I guess we will have to find out, now won't we?"</strong><br><br>He turned Hailee around to face the front of the yacht.&nbsp; He stood right behind her, cornering her against the tip of the boat, pressing up against her ass with his bulge running up and down the cleft between her rear cheeks.<br><br><strong>"Then again, Hailee, we may not even make it to the <em>island</em>."</strong><br><br>His head moved forward and his lips planted a kiss on her shoulder.&nbsp; Then he opened his mouth and gently ran his teeth against her skin.<br><br>From behind her, Okello reached around to the front of her body.&nbsp; His fingertips traced up and down against her flat, toned tummy.&nbsp; His hands went up just below her bikini top, touching her from the sides of her ribs to between her gorgeous, perky breasts.&nbsp; His digits went along the cups of her bikini top, then followed the straps to the sides of her neck.<br><br><strong>"It looks like you lost your hat, Hailee.&nbsp; We have to be careful.&nbsp; You may lose something else."</strong><br><br>He toyed with the knots of her bikini, the one behind her neck and the one at the center of her back.&nbsp; He didn't untie them.&nbsp; He just wanted her to know that he could have.<br><br><strong>"As for the grand tour... the first one I plan on taking is the one exploring <em>your</em> landscape.&nbsp; The landscape of your body.&nbsp; Your hills..."</strong><br><br>His hands just briefly and just barely covered her breasts and stroked her bottom...<br><br><strong>"Your plains..."</strong><br><br>... then slid over her flat tummy...<br><br><strong>"Your valleys..."</strong><br><br>... then went into the pockets of her jean shorts, rubbing the grooves between her inner thighs and her mound...<br><br><strong>"Your caves..."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 02:54:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/18/3c/cf183c3e2503e0310868d145c619a541.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest&nbsp; <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> jeans, sort of<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> none<hr><br>This thing she did, messing with her clothes, her hair, moving subtly where she sat. He didn't care what she said, she'd definitely not come here only to draw. Why would she be all fidgety then? Hmm? But she insisted, and his instinct to comply still battled the urges of mischief. <br><br>The only warning he got was a deliciously pleasant sound of her laughter ringing out, and then she was moving to him. <em>Gotcha.</em> <br><br>"Who you trying to fool, miss artist? We all know you only want to get a closer look," he asked and stated cocky, gesturing to the area around them and the absolutely nobody else present as if there were tons of people. It did tickle his ego to have her study him the way she seemed to be doing, and even a stir of arousal made his jeans staying in place a little easier. Relax she said, fuck that. This was fun!<br><br>Her fingers moved around his body without actually touching him, but the heat it roused in his muscles beneath her path was as real as if she'd pressed her fingertips firmly onto his skin. Wishful thinking? But then she asked the million dollar question, and he guttered instantly and shamelessly. Not only that, but the nature of her question put thoughts of demands and rules in his mind, games and fun beyond just casually fucking her right there on the ground, or up against the house wall, or bend her over one of those little tables. Mmmno, she'd put a little challenge forth without realising. Or maybe she did it on purpose, she was a creative type after all. <br><br>Her soft breath on his skin sent a shiver down his spine and made his cock twitch, the jeans suddenly not in any danger of dropping down his thighs, at all. He meant to say something witty or clever, something to instigate the kind of game she'd made him think of, but when his lips parted the words coming out of him were nothing of that sort. <br><br>"Don't know what you're talking about. I'm as chill as I can be..." He said with a small grin and helped her get rid of his jacket with a simple shrug. The jacket dropped to the ground at her feet, leaving him shirtless. "See?" He offered, took one of her hands, and brushed it across his chest before he brought her palm to his lips. But he didn't kiss her palm, he dragged the very tip of his tongue from the middle of her palm and in a thin line up her middle finger, all the way to the fingertip. Once he'd done that, he dropped her hand and turned to face her better, a grin stretching his lips once more. <br><br>"I'd be much more comfortable to pull off some natural pose for you, if you weren't so overdressed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 03:26:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ord1-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s640x640/sh0.08/e35/c0.134.1080.1080/14574012_982395588548950_7888146217257926656_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTM1MzExNjc2NjUyODM4MzY1NA%3D%3D.2.c)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi + Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts (both open)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Behaving! ... Kinda?</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"> Charlie's lashes fluttered when he took her hand opted to tease her with just the tip of his tongue. Any thoughts of light and shadow, contours and line thickness that had managed to linger in the hopes of maintaining control vanished like vapor in the ether. That single simple line had grown as if it had been drawn across much more of her body and had the effect of deepening her breathing. Right that very second a single nudge would have been all that was needed to have her climb his body and push those damned jeans out of the way. However, instead of instant gratification, the male before her chose to ease back. It should have been a relief honestly, but damn if it didn't draw her arousal out further. Just the small shit she took back when he turned was enough to alert her to the growing evidence between her thighs. <br><br>Then again, speaking of growing...<br><br>Charlie's all encompassing gaze did note the change in her would-be model's pants but she said nothing. Instead her chin lifted at his pointed observation. "Is that right? I thought I was supposed to be drawing <em>you</em>? Me losing clothing might distract you, right?" Her fingers found his skin now, the edge of her nails marking the contours of his abs slowly, starting high and skating low casually while her eyes remained on his face. "I mean, if you move too much I won't be able to get your uhh... <em>proportions</em> right." <br><br>By touch alone she had found her way as low as the top edge of his jeans and now her fingertip traced that edge inward toward the open spot that revealed the thick base of his cock. She had to figure it to be as pretty as the rest of him but she didn't move to reveal that particular secret just yet. Instead her finger jumped the gap to continue along the opposite edge of his pants.<br><br>"Unless... well, do you have some fitting pose in mind? If it will help you relax and get into position then I suppose I could lose something..." Her fingers left his body to return to herself. Only rather than reach for the open zipper of her hoodie she instead seemed to detour toward the knot situated between her breasts. Taking one end of the knot in hand she did pause, her brow arching sharply as she waited for his reply.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 08:33:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/70/c4/5e/70c45e6f4887a6724d8816623b786d38.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Guest <br><strong>Date | Time: </strong>~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Man Sarong (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6d/35/b1/6d35b1565efec13d07000f1b7f129d56.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas Malcolm, Adriana Archibald, John Smith,Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Issuing Dare&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>The kiss was a quick, once the dare was complete he returned to his original seat to watch as Archy tossed her bra aside and settled back in place. It was during that time he took note of what everyone else was wearing and h he began to feel under dressed. The quickest way to resolve that issue, would be with a series of dares! <br><br>"I think it's time for the ladies to have a little fun, I dare you to remove and give them one item of clothing each in a nice sensual lap dance." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 03:07:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lDLfuFy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Oscar Valdez</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796517#msg12796517) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Dance Host <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd, right around 9:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Naked<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Robyn Washington <strong>Mentioned:</strong>&nbsp; None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; None<hr><br>She was a woman who was different than those who had entered his more intimate life.&nbsp; It went beyond age, where most of his partners were of the more grey-hair variety from his employment.&nbsp; It was something deep, something visceral about her that set her far apart from the others he had come across in the bedroom.<br><br>It was her confidence that set her apart, that confidence that made her all the more appealing.&nbsp; She was a woman who knew what she wanted, who was not afraid of demanding what she wanted.&nbsp; Not a hint of shyness, not a trace of being meek and demure.&nbsp; Some women liked to beat around the bush, so to speak.&nbsp; They enjoyed being equals, of giving and taking, and some enjoyed giving more than taking.&nbsp; The kind of partner who would defer to their partner to guide them and lead them, to set the pace.<br><br>The goddess laying there upon the beach was just that:&nbsp; a Goddess.&nbsp; A woman who knew what she wanted, who knew what she desired.&nbsp; A woman who gave the presence of getting what she wanted and desired whatever and whenever she wanted it.&nbsp; It was arousing, that confidence in the situation, that confidence in herself, evident by the slow swelling of the thick organ between his thighs.&nbsp; And he was more than willing to play along with her.<br><br>“You know, I have been told I can be quite mouthy sometimes.&nbsp; For a variety of reasons, and not all of them bad.” He said, his tongue licking his lips as he looked up to the Goddess standing with a foot planted atop his chest.&nbsp; “How would you like me to prove it to you?&nbsp; Shall I start here?” <br><br>His hand was gentle as he lifted her foot, his lips soft and wet as they planted against the top of her foot.&nbsp; Slowly, he would work his way up her leg, trailing kisses up to her knee, slowly beginning to dip into the softness of her inner thigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sofia Grace</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 04:21:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://29secrets.com/wp-content/uploads/nick%20bateman.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Emmett Holloway<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Coral colored swim trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Benjamin Holloway <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Father/son bonding<hr><br>While Emmett knew that his father meant well, he couldn’t help but feel as though he’d disappointed him.&nbsp; Ben wasn’t wrong; at one point, they’d been near inseparable.&nbsp; Emmett told him absolutely everything and Ben quickly became his rock and his safe place.&nbsp; The look of concern faded quickly and was replaced by a softer gaze.&nbsp; Ben had never been able to stay upset with Emmett for long, and the opposite was true as well.&nbsp; Without hesitation his father pulled him int a tight hug and Emmett sighed.<br><br>He didn’t openly resist but wasn’t eager to reciprocate, either.&nbsp; It was a new feeling for Emmett, and he was well aware that it had quite a bit to do with the fact that he wasn’t in the best state of mind at present.&nbsp; Vulnerability and embraces were a deadly mix.&nbsp; He had been teeter-tottering at the point of only needing one more straw on the camel’s back to break it, and Benjamin seemed hellbent on delivering.<br><br>On the other hand, Emmett could hardly deny the man who made him into who he was today.&nbsp; His arms snaked around Benjamin’s abdomen and he gave him a firm squeeze, holding it longer than he would have with any of his buddies from school.<br><br>… And then, Ben’s hand ran up and down Emmett’s back and the camel gave a whimper which begged for mercy.&nbsp; Emmett’s mother used to rub his back to soothe him when he was a little boy.&nbsp; When his father moved to look him in the eye, he looked up to him hesitantly.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Please, don’t do this to me.</em><br><br>Another hug, but this one was different.&nbsp; Benjamin seemed to inhale a bit slower; tighten his arms a bit more and hold him just a tad longer.&nbsp; Suddenly, Emmett felt the same safety and security he’d felt in the arms of the last man he was involved with; a gentleman just a bit younger than Ben, but with more salt than pepper.&nbsp; It was a completely different sense of security than a father gave a son, but rather one shared between lovers.&nbsp; It was intimate; unspoken.&nbsp; Free of pressure or self-concern.&nbsp; It was one of the main things (besides the obvious) which had drawn him to older men.<br><br>And with that, Emmett surrendered to the growing lump in his throat and the overwhelming heat in his cheeks.&nbsp; He exhaled abruptly, an exhale of a man having had to hold his breath for ages and the heat of his breath absorbed into the shoulder of Ben’s shirt.&nbsp; Several short breaths and Emmett fought to control his breathing, eyes clenching closed in an attempt to hold back the tears which burned them so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sofia Grace</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 05:23:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.celebuzz.com/uploads/2010/07/23/msg-127989047749-3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dayanara Cifuentes<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Bartender <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd | 11:45 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Hot pink string bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen Landry <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Chillin' like a villain<hr><br>Working in a classroom filled with small children had taught her many things; one of which being to never trust silence.&nbsp; One eye opened, and through thick lashes Dayanara eyed the only other person on the pool deck.&nbsp; He’d tossed a towel down on a table nearest him and immediately began stretching.&nbsp; Dayanara’s brow arched, but she didn’t move her head - instead opting to remain still.&nbsp; <br><br>… What, was he getting ready to run laps around the pool?&nbsp; Or was he one of those guys who swam a mile a day just for fun?<br><br>When he’d dropped to the ground and started doing push-ups, Dayanara failed to control her reaction.&nbsp; Brows furrowing, she sat up slightly and supported her upper body with her elbows, shoulders back.&nbsp; The muscles in her abdomen flexed slightly and became taut in response.&nbsp; She stared shamelessly, mildly confused and immensely intrigued - not to mention, annoyed beyond belief.<br><br>Was he doing this for… attention?&nbsp; Was this guy serious?&nbsp; Men would do anything.<br><br>It was situations such as these where her temper worked against her.&nbsp; This man wasn’t bothering anyone, yet the audacity she perceived in him was already irritating her.&nbsp; Dayanara couldn’t seem to tear her gaze from his body - which made her blood boil, and not in a good way.&nbsp; This was exactly what he wanted.&nbsp; He wanted her to look.&nbsp; To stare.&nbsp; He wanted to catch her staring and use that as an opening to strut over and talk to her like some Casanova.<br><br>No.&nbsp; Nope.&nbsp; Negative.&nbsp; Wouldn't work on her.&nbsp; Dayanara wouldn’t let it.&nbsp; She abruptly shifted her elbows, letting her shoulders fall back against the cushion of the lounge chair and tilted her chin up, once again closing her eyes and making an attempt to relax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 05:35:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/23/1f/3a/231f3aea5497559a3c35f6519ab5b458.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Senior Copywriter <br><strong>Date | Time: </strong>~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier Lobos, Adriana Archibald, John Smith, Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Dare Extended <hr> <br>Thomas nodded, that funny little half-smile on his lips again, tilting his head, fingers already toying with the uppermost button of his shirt as he looked over those that he would be lap dancing for. He'd didn't do these often, seeing as how the removing of clothing tended to be quick and to the point so as not to distract from more pressing concerns. He gave the woman that was now topless thanks to the man that was daring him a wink, fully and unabashedly enjoying the view before turning back to Javier.<br><br>"Just the ladies? You sure you don't want a piece as well?" He gave the man an eyebrow waggle as he started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly teasing each go, taking his time, slowly opening the piece of clothing to reveal his muscular torso, inch by inch. His injury in college hadn't kept him out of the pools, although fun and exercise were the goals now rather than competition. He had managed to maintain the physique though, through some effort. Javier seemed to put similar effort into his body, and while Thomas got the impression that the he wasn't Javier's type, really, he did allow himself the luxury of a long look at his chiseled physique, wrapped nicely in the exotic sarong.<br><br>The buttons undone, his shirt draped open, as he walked over to Adriana, dragging the shirt over his shoulders and off, trailing slowly down until all that connected him to the shirt was his hands. Thomas came in closer, whipping the shirt around her waist like a rope and catching it on the other side, dragging her a step closer to him," How's about a dance, beautiful?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 06:05:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5778/31100568312_e8256e5b52_m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Holloway<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Medical Doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tropical Print Board Shorts, White Tank Top, Unbuttoned Short Sleeve Ocean Motif Tropical Shirt, Sunglasses<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emmett&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Father/Son Bonding<hr><br>Ben held that embrace as long as he could.&nbsp; He knew Emmett was fighting with himself.&nbsp; There was a hesitation of whether to continue or pull back, and the part of his son that wanted that embrace to continue was winning out.&nbsp; There was a slow change, a feverpitch or tipping point in Emmett's composure.&nbsp; He was all together before this moment, but like a small crack in glass, it grew over time.&nbsp; This was what Emmett needed, a strong presence in his life.&nbsp; His mother and father had been it in the beginning until a cruel fate took his mother out of the picture.&nbsp; Ben took over after that until he sent his boy away to college.&nbsp; He met Jasmine who he worshiped until they parted ways, leaving him adrift.&nbsp; Ben was there again, available for him like a safe port in a storm of uncertainty.&nbsp; Solace.&nbsp; Ben could not deny that there was a part of him that missed being the protective force in Emmett's life.&nbsp; What he could not explain was why it was coupled with a desire for more than just a comforting embrace.<br><br>"You want to cry.&nbsp; I feel it.&nbsp; You are no less a man or my son if you do.&nbsp; Let it out, baby.&nbsp; I am right here for you," he whispered deeply, turning his head to place a small kiss at the corner of Emmett's jaw.&nbsp; He felt the dark rough facial hair tickle his lips.&nbsp; Ben decided he liked that.&nbsp; The older man waited a few moments and placed another in almost the same spot, perhaps closer to his son's ear.&nbsp; <em>You shouldn't be doing this.&nbsp; He is your son and he is in need.</em>&nbsp; His rational side tried to reason, but his heart and arousal told him to keep going.&nbsp; He waited though.&nbsp; He didn't immediately place another kiss, a stolen bit of affection that he knew Emmett might confuse for fatherly concern, and truly, Ben was genuine in his want to comfort Emmett.&nbsp; His arousal was being allowed to cloud that though.<br><br>The waves of heartache came out in the form of Emmett crying into his father's shoulder, and Ben stood stalwart with his son in his arms through it all.&nbsp; There were long minutes were nothing passed between them but the rush of the sea breeze and the sound of the waves.&nbsp; There were several minutes of the two in close contact, Emmett letting his feelings flow while Ben stood to take them all in.&nbsp; It wasn't until Emmett's sobs slowed that Ben gave another kiss to his cheek.&nbsp; He let one of his hands move up his son's warm back, cupping his neck at the base of his skull.&nbsp; Fingers nimbly rubbed that area while another peck of his lips found that spot where Emmett's jaw met his ear.&nbsp; Was he being too affectionate?&nbsp; Would Emmett turn down his advances, if these were actually taken as that?&nbsp; He didn't know for sure, but he was walking a delicate line between being a strong father for his son and a strong lover for a young man in need.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>03-12-2016, 19:07:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Dawnimagesmall.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 2:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach Cabana<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avatar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nina , Open for voyeuring only<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None yet.<br><hr><br>Amor had signed up for one of the cabana’s earlier in the morning.&nbsp; It was one of those things were you just put your name down with others and see who you were paired up with.&nbsp; Some of the cabana’s had couches where four or five people were placed others were beds for two or three.&nbsp; Each of them were stocked with campaign and strawberries.&nbsp; <br><br>After a stimulating first day Amor was open for taking a few risks.&nbsp; It who she was paired with was more interested in relaxing that was fine.&nbsp; There was no guarantee Amor would take an interest in the man and/or woman either.&nbsp; It was highly likely that whoever might be assigned the same cabana wouldn’t even show do to nerves or exhaustion or some other distraction the resort could provide.<br><br>Amor wore a simple black bikini, something easy to slip into or out of as she walked along the white sand towards her cabana.&nbsp; Dark sunglasses hid her deep brown eyes and she carried a bag filled with little beach necessities.&nbsp; Other vacationers dotted the beach worshiping the sun, some with clothes, some without, it put a nice bounce in Amor’s step.<br><br>"This is the life.&nbsp; It would be much if someone could join me for a bit."<br><br>The sweet words made Amor smile and she poked her head around the gossamer curtain to see who she was going to spend a few hours in the sun with.&nbsp; She was not disappointed.&nbsp; Amor wasn’t sure she had seen the woman on the ship ride over, but that wasn’t really a surprise either. <br><br>“Hello.” Amor said stepping out to the end of the cabana bed.&nbsp; The woman had the most enchanting eyes.&nbsp; She was quite stunning.&nbsp; “I don’t mind keeping you company for a bit.”&nbsp; She set her bag down inside the cabana curtains and held out her hand in greeting.&nbsp; “I’m Amor.&nbsp; Amor Ocampo.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>03-12-2016, 21:03:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6a/d6/32/6ad6323c346a1e70652da7365da01f82.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nina Krause<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Restaurant Manager <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 2nd, 2 Pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach Cabana<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown with a pink bikini bottom underneath her shorts <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amor, Open for voyeuring only<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None yet... stay tuned<hr><br>It was as if her calls were answered for Nina.&nbsp; Seeing the dark haired beauty poking her head through the gossamer curtain, Nina could not help but to let out a wide smile.&nbsp; Gods, this woman that came in was gorgeous.&nbsp; Looking at her stunning dark brown hair and her body that seemed to make the black bikini that she was wearing even more beautiful, Nina could not help but to let out a soft purr.&nbsp; &nbsp;In her reaction to seeing Amor for the very first time.<br><br>This was heaven.&nbsp; She was heaven.&nbsp; With a name like that, how could she resist such a woman like this?&nbsp; Normally, Nina would be the shy one but it seemed that Amor was bringing out a little fire within herself.&nbsp; "I really appreciate that."&nbsp; She acknowledged the stunning beauty before her.&nbsp; Seeing her reach out with her hand, Nina extended one of her own.&nbsp; "Nina... Nina Krause.&nbsp; It is wonderful to meet you.&nbsp; Your name does fit you very well."&nbsp; She replied back while taking Amor's hand within her own.&nbsp; Though it was a friendly handshake, Nina's body seemed to react with a shock of electric bliss with the touching of their hands.<br><br>With their bags near each other, she knew that she was not one to really start a conversation but she knew that she had to try.&nbsp; She wanted to avoid acting like a complete fangirl so she tried to get things started with a couple of comments here and there.&nbsp; "It is such a wonderful place here.&nbsp; I can't believe that such a place like this even exists."&nbsp; She exclaimed as she looked around the cabana that both women were staying in.&nbsp; She couldn't help but to look at the beauty next to her again as she let out a small grin.<br><br>"I know that we just met but... I think that your body is smoking hot.&nbsp; How do you manage to keep it that way?"&nbsp; She asked, hoping that she wasn't too forward in her question.&nbsp; It did feel a little awkward in asking that question but it was the first thing that came to her mind.&nbsp; Who knows where that question would lead but all in all, she was glad that Amor was keeping her company for a little while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 04:20:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1f/f0/c0/1ff0c08b07abb5111b707ee3cd7df572.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 9 a.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> On the Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini Bottoms (Top tossed aside) (https://65.media.tumblr.com/d76d0de4d78966d35f654087508543de/tumblr_nc304qR4ab1rigk5bo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Oscar Valdez <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Bossy Bitch | Power Play?</span><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">It was incredibly tempting to release the reins of control, permit him to dictate the pace of their encounter. She did not respond as he spoke, enticed her into compliance, before he lifted his hand to caress up her smooth leg. A sharp intake of air was forced into her lungs as he lowered his mouth to her skin and began to worship her skin with adoring kisses. <br><br>Only when his lips reached her upper thigh did she shift her hand from where it rested at her hip and curled into his thick, unruly mane of hair. At first, her grip was gentle and almost encouraging until she gained the strength to not be ruled by him. Her fingers tightened within his hair before she forcefully yanked his head back. <br><br>“I don’t recall asking for a suggestion from you.” Robyn’s tone was reprimanding but husky before she exerted some force, returning back to lay his back upon the towel. Despite her seeming disinterest in his mouth, her cunt soaked her swimsuit as she further pondered how it would feel to have his eager head buried between her thighs. <br><br>She did not succumb to the building desire though. Instead, she dragged her foot down her toned body until it rested near his thick erection. “I bet you’re used to women falling all over themselves for you while aboard the ship.” Her voice lowered to a whisper as she stared down at his exposed form and took a small sip of her drink. “As fun as it might be to let you have your way with me, I don’t want the <em>normal </em>Oscar.” She rubbed the bottom of her sole against his cock, stroking her toes up and down his length. “But first, you need to apologize for being disrespectful to me.” <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 05:28:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2c/18/b8/2c18b84237b7f30023e1240321ef96b3.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> James Richards<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | C.E.O. of Fhloston Inc.<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/51/9c/1b/519c1be6a3c358a6846134661c9410a1.jpg) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Landry, John Smith <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Erica Everett<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Welcome Bitches! | Basically PG-13</span><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>Why do I still let that woman still get underneath my skin?</em><br><br>James knew the answer to that question even though he would never voice it aloud, even if only for his own ears to hear it. Erica was and always would be his regret, the one who got away and would have made him happy if he allowed it. He was not foolish enough to believe the damage between them could be repaired to restore their marriage. It had been a near impossible task to initially reestablish open communication between them, where they could talk about more than their child’s upbringing. Wounds might heal but the cause of the scar remained unforgotten. <br><br>It did not escape his notice that Erica ignored his offer of a soda to her as he recalled her tendency to become ill at sea. Though she did not speak it, her brief display of displeasure told him all he needed to know. It was a road they frequently found themselves upon. Despite his best efforts, she would always see faults within him. He took a deep swallow of his drink as he sought to push his ex-wife out of his thoughts. It was accomplished easily enough with the curvy brunette nearby to serve as a distraction. <br><br>“Those HR clowns wouldn’t dare threaten me,” James announced with a deep chuckle as he enjoyed the view of her curves as she stretched her arms above her head. He was about to answer her question about being worried until a familiar face joined their side. <br><br>“Johnny,” he greeted with a broad smile and reached out to firmly clap his friend’s shoulder in greeting. “Glad you could make it.” <br><br>However, rather than continue their conversation, he stepped closer to the brunette and placed his hands upon her waist. No other forewarning was offered as he lifted her from the ground with relative ease. “I hope you can swim, sweetheart.” With that, he tossed her into the deep in of the pool before he joined a few seconds later, the sound of his laughter in the air. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 05:47:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 8, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cliff beside a waterfall<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yellow bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The kiss was unexpected. But then maybe that was what she had needed. Her body trembled in the wake of her daring jump but surprise held her lips still through the first press of warmth against them. Her eye wide open to see what was plainly in front of her.<br><br>She could have brushed the kiss off as excitement. As eager enthusiasm. As congratulations for not being a damn wimp still waiting up at the top. However, the second kiss told her it was none of those things. Not really. The second kiss offered her a choice. A chance to recognize her predicament and retreat if that was what she wished. It offered her a chance to return to her safe little shell where nothing could reach her. Where temptation would roll off to fall unnoticed by the wayside. <br><br>Yet, she didn't move.<br><br>Not until the third time Andres came in close. His lips pressed to hers and Indira found herself moving forward, meeting that warmth head on rather than retreating. One taste. It wasn't wrong was it? To have just one small taste? Just one moment?<br><br>She felt the hand he'd settled on her, first to assist but now it seemed to radiate with more heat than it should have in the water. It was like a lure. Unable to help herself she moved closer but finally pulled her lips back from the kiss, instantly torn. <br><br>"I... Andres...," she licked her lips without thought, "I should--I should go. I mean... this was great and all but..." But she had moved closer. Her words, jumbled as they were, did not match her actions or the creeping desire that snaked up her spine. Her hand had shifted to hold his arm in turn but she could all but feel him mere inches away. His body was fit, strong, and she swore she could imagine exactly how he would feel up against her, the solid wall of his chest pushing against her breasts. <br><br>"...I'm still your boss, Andres." She finished lamely, knowing already that she was in far deeper than she had anticipated.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 06:34:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | 6 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> West beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (http://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/NDUxWDMwMA==/z/MZ4AAOSw7NNT~j6m/$_35.JPG?set_id=2)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Immediately Indira opened her mouth to protest her companion's particular phrasing but the woman's hands touched upon her shoulders and she thought better of it. It was likely just her that was hypersensitive and projecting nuances that weren't actually present. Thus far the woman currently behind her had been nearly perfect company. There was no need to ruin it with her issues. <br><br>So instead of speaking her lashes lowered, the dark fan of them settling above her cheeks as she let her head drop forward and attempted to immerse herself not in the 'what-ifs' but in the current moment. She felt the small hands that worked to spread the creamy substance across her shoulders and upper back and gave herself over to the attention. Indira was not by nature a shy woman. Her head could indeed complicate things that should have otherwise been simple but that was a matter of over thinking things in an effort to be ever prepared. It was a hard habit to break but for these few moments she tried her best to let go of the need. Or at least to ignore it. <br><br>The idea of strangers colliding was offered and Indira smiled despite herself. Considering it fully she remained quiet for a long while, letting the sound of the water lapping at the shoreline soothe what tension Choe Ja's small hands could not do instantly. "Hmm... You're right. We certainly could remain strangers," she agreed somewhat ambiguously, allowing the sentence to hang as the woman's hands moved down her arm with a treatment and pacing that turned her limb into a surprisingly sensitive hub of stimulation. Her eyes were still closed so the exact details were lost to the sweeping sensations that overtook her nerve endings. She shivered again but this time it was not any sort of chill.<br><br>Choe Ja was close, her presence as lulling as it was alluring. Indira could not pull her attention away and when the inquiry came her compliance with the request was achieved much easier than her initial agreement.<br><br>"Sure." She murmured, though she hesitated only long enough to allow the woman to correct her positioning. <br><br>"Do you do this for all the American women you meet?" The curiosity was mild. In truth she didn't so much care about other women and what they might or might not have received. It was the woman's attention to her that intrigued her most. That and a small amount of wonder as to what else those hands might demonstrate a generous amount of skill in. "You seem very..." Practiced? Attentive? "...thorough."<br><br>&nbsp;</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetBadBoy</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 12:10:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Arthur_nailor_beach.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> John Smith (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12800305#msg12800305)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest | Investor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug 1st | ~1 p.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Swimming pool area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- that (but not for long)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline Wafford, Marco Gutierrez <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> voyeurism, oral, MxMxF<hr><br>It was one thing to quietly enjoy the unbashful, lust induced display of carnal pleasures and another entirely being spotted doing it. Though John had not thought of hiding, realizing that the Latino man, who was getting his cock sucked, noticed him, made John cringe. For a moment he felt like he was an invader on a private moment of intimacy - no matter that the two were going at it in broad daylight in an openly visible area. He contemplated leaving as his eyes met Marco's, but somehow when he averted his eyes to the sight of the blonde's uncovered behind, her bare pussy and the bobbing of her head on a nice, thick cock, the swelling in his bathing trunks made him stay.... fortunately he would have to admit in a moment.<br><br>He couldn't make out what he said to his lover, but when the blonde turned to look him over, he felt a jolt of blood in his cock. There was something so hot and lusty in those pretty eyes of the naked woman, that made him all to painfully aware how long it had been since he had seen that kind of a look or felt the enthusiasm it would bring to the bed (or any thing usable to fuck on for that matter). Her offer was just as hot as the look on her face as she retreated on the large lounge bed, but John hesitated a moment to look at Marco... unsure of what 'her man' might think.<br><br>"Well... if you won't mind..." he said and judging by the body language there seemed to be anything but rejection awaiting him. So he casually strolled over from his place by the palm tree to the cabana and as he reached it, slid his trunks off to reveal a fully hard cock. <br><br>John crawled onto bed on his knees and slowly ran one hand over the soft, milky white skin of her thigh, carefuly to just barely brush his hand along the lips of her pussy, while the other seized and teased a nipple, carefully rolling it around. The softness of her body, the fullness of her boobs and most of all the trickle of wetness he could feel as his hand every so barely brushed against her bare pussy filled his senses with a burning desire. The wear and tiredness from his extensive buisness trip the last two weeks seemed to seep from his body as hish cock dangled freely in the warm tropical air between his legs as he knelt next to a stranger who seemed more than willing to let him taste his fantasy of a threesome.<br><br>He looked over to Marco and then nonchelantly, as if talking about the weather, stated: "Wow, she's hot, wet and ready..."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 17:59:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Guilherme_Leao_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796567#msg12796567)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 8, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> In a natural pool of water fed by a waterfall<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Indira Quinn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796520#msg12796520) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Three kisses.<br><br>One after another after another.<br><br>Each longer than the one before.<br><br>The first was stolen, and took her by surprise, as was intended.<br><br>The second was an invitation, one that she didn't exactly accept, but also didn't decline either.<br><br>The third was confirmation.&nbsp; With the first two, she just held still.&nbsp; But with the last of the trio, instead of pulling away, instead of stopping him, she met him.&nbsp; She met and matched his kiss, and gave to him as good as she got.<br><br>But still, there was a little bit of resistance.<br><br>It was not nearly enough to make Andres stop.<br><br><em>"I... Andres..."</em><br><br>When she licked her lips, he mirrored her, licking his own as well.<br><br><em>"I should--I should go. I mean... this was great and all but..."</em><br><br>While her voice was attempting to distance herself from him, her body was closing that distance.<br><br><em>"...I'm still your boss, Andres."</em><br><br>It was time for Andres to be contradictory as well.<br><br>While still holding her close, his legs started paddling the two of them to the edge of the pool, where it was shallow enough for him to plant his feet into the bottom.&nbsp; His arms held her tighter around her waist.&nbsp; He loved feeling her breasts against his chest and her arms on top of his arms.<br><br><strong>"Yes, Indira, you're absolutely right."</strong><br><br>One hand went up her spine.<br><br><strong>"You're my <em>boss</em>."</strong><br><br>His other hand slid down over her bottom, feeling the bare skin where one of her thighs met her rear cheek.<br><br><strong>"I'm your <em>employee</em>."</strong><br><br>His mouth was against her neck, his voice deep and slow and husky.<br><br><strong>"We <em>work</em> together."</strong><br><br>His lips planted kisses up and down the side of her neck, and his breath cooled her warm, wet skin.<br><br><strong>"We'll <em>never</em> look at each other the same way again."</strong><br><br>More kisses, on her temple, then on a cheek, then along her jawline, then stopping at her chin.<br><br><strong>"We have to back away from the cliff."</strong><br><br>The hand on her thigh roamed up to her hip, then moved toward her stomach, then up between her breasts until they settled where her collarbones and throat met.<br><br><strong>"We shouldn't jump."</strong><br><br>The hand on her spine went further up to the back of her head.&nbsp; Gently, but firmly, he grabbed a fistful of hair there.<br><br><strong>"Or fall."</strong><br><br>He pulled on her hair slowly, making her tilt her head back to look up at him.<br><br><strong>"Or land with a splash."</strong><br><br>His lips brushed against hers, but only for a moment.&nbsp; He pulled back, and he kept her head still with his hand in her hair.<br><br>He leaned back in, again grazing her lips with his.&nbsp; He pressed the right corner of his mouth to the right corner of her mouth, then turned his head to the side until the left corners of their lips were touching.&nbsp; Again he pulled back.<br><br>Finally, he moved in for a third time with his head tilted to the side.&nbsp; Now their lips were touching for maximum surface area, but with barely any pressure.&nbsp; It was not a proper kiss at all yet.&nbsp; He was meeting her more than halfway.<br><br>He released her hair.<br><br>If she wanted him to kiss her again, she would have to go the rest of the way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 01:09:27</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/e7e8a055c71da78e6795b6a5364aaf90/tumblr_nofmamCbpE1qazpioo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Chef<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> ~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas Malcolm <strong>also present:</strong> Javier Lobos, John Smith, Stephanie Landry <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Prudence and halos. <br><hr><br>Javi gave a dare of a lapdance, and Adriana's grin grew cheeky and excited when the stranger seemed perfectly comfortable with the idea. He was cute. Very cute. Her gaze trailed down his body as he revealed it, an appreciative little sound slipping from her lips at the sight of very well taken care of physique she wouldn't mind having up close. So when he did move her way, easy going swagger mixing oddly but perfectly with the understated way he carried himself, she welcomed his attention without hesitation. <br><br>The one step he had her take once his shirt caged her against him wasn't enough to sate her curiosity. "Somebody turn up the music, I want all of this..." She grinned and brushed her fingers down his torso from shoulders to hips and from there a quick detour to cup his firm ass for a second, "...all over me!" There was music playing from pool side speakers, but it wasn't loud enough to be good backdrop to a dance!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 01:34:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/18/3c/cf183c3e2503e0310868d145c619a541.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest&nbsp; <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> jeans, sort of<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> none<hr><br>Delicious torture, that was what she was. Gabe was done pretending to be doing anything other than try to get his hands on this beautiful and tempting creature. She sounded like a whole lot of fun on top of being stunningly hot, and what more could a guy ask for? He was on vacation, she was... A fucking tease!<br><br>He let out a breath when her fingers hopped from one side of his zipper to the other, ignoring the part of him he wanted her to feel more than any. Her words were taunts and teases, to him a clear sign of her wanting to play this game. Who was he to refuse? He could still feel the narrow paths she had painted on his body when her fingers moved to her own clothes. Oh this wasn't bad at all. <br><br>"Mmmh, would definitely be helpful," he agreed in a low voice, a slight rasp to his voice betraying his thoughts as much as the now firm cock pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. He looked up at her from where he sat, the promise of an undone knot making playful hunger darken his eyes, and he smirked. "For the first position, I think I need something between my lips. Otherwise I won't shut up and you won't be able to focus at all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 05:52:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Hailee%20Arrival_zpsecdngstq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1, 2018 | 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;----&nbsp; + cut off jean shorts, sans hat<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Okello <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Groping and Public Teasing<hr><br>There was no resistance as he turned her to face the railing, her hands wrapping around that smooth sun-warmed metal while his taller body came up behind her arms caging her in place.&nbsp; She could feel the hard press of him more distinctly this way, pressing into the soft curve of her ass drawing a low moan from the back of her throat.&nbsp; Was this really happening?&nbsp; Had she succumbed to something ridiculous like heatstroke or was the subject of many of her teenage fantasies currently grinding himself against her and whispering all manner of naughty things into her hear.<em> "Then again, Hailee, we may not even make it to the island."</em><br><br>Her eyes widened at that and she tried to turn slightly to make eye contact and gauge his sincerity in that statement, but Okello's hands were continuing to roam over her body and she couldn't bring herself to break that delicious contact.&nbsp; One of her arms slid up, wrapping around his neck and drawing her body into a taunt bow making it easier for him as those long fingers slid up along her stomach all the way to the ties of her bikini top. <em>"It looks like you lost your hat, Hailee.&nbsp; We have to be careful.&nbsp; You may lose something else."</em><br><br>"You wouldn't ..." There was a breathy questioning note there along with a hint of challenge.&nbsp; She was no longer that awkward sixteen-year-old, had spent years learning and becoming comfortable with her own body including some time spent on holiday at Abbot's Cliff, a natural beach in Kent. If she could lie naked on the sand with strangers surely being topless around this unusual group wouldn't be much of a stretch?&nbsp; Besides she was having a very hard time remembering that there were others onboard, his grand tour of her body was proving distracting in the extreme.<br><br>His hands slid into the worn pockets of her cut offs and another small moan broke from her, legs shifting apart slightly her body raising up, stretched onto her tip toes so that she pressed firmly back into his cock while he played rocking up and down in rhythm with his fingers as they pressed between her legs.&nbsp; "I .. had no idea you had such a keen interest in topography Okello.&nbsp; This trip is already proving to be wildly educational for me and it is barely started."<br><br>Fingers uncurled from the railing and she trusted that his hands had a firm enough grip to keep her there.&nbsp; Reaching back she fiddled with the tie of his board shorts, making sure there was enough slack for her hand to slip down inside the waistband her warm fingers wrapping around his cock instead.&nbsp; "I've dreamed about this you know.. but I'm afraid my imagination did not do you justice." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 18:43:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/2848973db309252095ab81558bcaf895/tumblr_muhcewLxe21qadpveo1_500.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Landry <br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd | 11:45 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pair of beach shorts, boxers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dayanara <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Chillin like a... hero, I guess?<hr>Some movement to the side caught his peripheral vision, but he didn't look up from what he was doing. Working at a slow rate, slowly picking up speed. There was something cathartic about the burn to his muscles now, punishing himself for the confusion and contention going on in his mind right now. Coming to this vacation was a mistake, but hindsight was 20/20 and there wasn't much he could do to change it. Putting it all behind him wasn't going to happen either, so the only option that he could take was to smile and enjoy the vacation while it lasted, and deal with all the other shit once they were out of this dream spot and back on the real world.<br><br>the last fifteen were intentionally pushed harder than before, faster too. Pushing hard enough for his hands to come off of the ground for enough time for him to clap them together, and then catch himself again before he planted himself nose-first in the pool deck. And again, and again, faster, until a light sheen of sweat could be seen reflecting from his tanned skin. Finally, he caught himself one last time, lowering down to the deck, staying in position for a few seconds until he came to terms with the fact that he couldn't push himself one more time. He hadn't been counting anyways. <br><br>He finally rolled himself onto his back, breathing deeply, looking up at the pristine blue sky, not a cloud in sight, and only the occasional tropical bird. The waves could be heard crashing at the beach, mingling with the far-away cries of said birds. Yep, a guy could get used to this. Relaxation sort of seeped into your pores in a place like this. He wondered what it would be like to live here, even if it was just for work.<br><br>The movement in the corner of his eye came back to mind and he turned his head to some pool chairs, one of which was inhabited by a gorgeous blond woman in a pink bikini. Her thick curls were arrayed distractedly around her face and her eyes were closed, breathing slow and deep, indicative of someone taking a much-deserved nap under the blazing sun. Stephen narrowed his eyes, wondering if he should do the same. No, a nap was far from what he needed. Diving into the pool was out of the question as well, as the splash would wake the beautiful woman up, so, moving himself quietly, Stephen slipped around on his back, stomach tensing to bring him up a sitting position and dropping his feet into the water. Flexing his tired arms into the ground, he pushed himself over the edge and into the pool, making as little noise as he could. Wading over to one edge of the pool, he slowly, and again as quietly as he could, started swimming to the opposite edge. Once there, training back from swimming classes in highschool kicked in and he slipped under the water, spun and pushed himself in the opposite direction, coming up for a breath and continuing his breaststroke. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 23:13:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | 6 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> West beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Indira Quinn<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild homoerotica<hr><br>"Nope! Just you." Island masseuse she was not. Her hands broke character for a moment there with Indira laid out on the towel, blanching the skin with a slow drag of desire. Her brow pressed to the woman's crown and smothered them both in waves of rich sun-beat auburn, curled into delicate licks against the skin. It was important that Indira see her as a sexual creature, above all. Her hands resumed. "It would be strange to offer a massage off the street. I would think it is a bold proposition." Down an unburdened spine her hands traveled a familiar path, in order to draw out the reason she'd asked Indira to surrender her seat. They both knew what was coming. She couldn't be too early or eager.<br><br>"I would think this girl is trying to get me home and out of my clothes. She is a pick up artist." Cute as they were, the bikini bottoms residing so high over Indira's navel left no skin from rib to thigh in need of her hands. She considered the problem, and tread the same back a third time, leaving a shimmering wake for the setting sun's reflection, free of the brushmarks of hasty fingerwork. "I don't think of myself that way. Time together in Seoul can be short, but meaningful."<br><br>Her hands made the jump down to the toned legs of a woman whose thighs were never given a rest. The slow trace of fingertips approved. She did not start at the top of a thigh, where Indira's bikini bottoms outlined a clear black border. Instead she began squeezing at mid-thigh, working up from the extremities, gradually, slowly, rushing the border. "You seemed like someone who would like a rub." Fingers reached the tidy hem and disheveled it. She wondered how sharply that asymmetry could be felt as her hands swam back down lathered thighs. This was more than sufficient, the sunscreen was done. Choe Ja ought to have stopped here, or long ago, after doing for Indira just that inch of spine she couldn't reach herself.<br><br>Instead her fingers realigned Indira's hem from the inside. She followed the seam of fabric the way she'd underlined the straps of Indira's top, but this skin was much more intimate. There was still lotion remaining on her hands. "Your breasts," she spoke quietly, privately, and saturated her palms with more sunscreen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sofia Grace</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 01:43:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.celebuzz.com/uploads/2010/07/23/msg-127989047749-3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dayanara Cifuentes<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Bartender <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd | 11:45 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Hot pink string bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen Landry <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not... so much chillin', at this point.<hr><br>The way she saw it, she had two options.&nbsp; Option one would be to calmly sit up, pick up her book and her towel and walk away.&nbsp; Go to the beach, go to another pool somewhere - hell, even go and sit in the hot tub just beyond the trees.&nbsp; She could sit down and close her eyes and enjoy the silence, or knock out another chapter of reading.&nbsp; Her blood pressure would eventually go down and she’d likely forget all about this man within an hour or so.&nbsp; There would be no commotion and no reason to even speak to him - no reason for his day to be ruined on account of her being irritated by him.<br><br>… Unfortunately, option one was better suited for the kind of women who didn’t season their chicken and were fine with their men having a slew of close female friends.&nbsp; Option one was more designed for the kind of woman who didn’t let much bother her - the kind of woman who firmly believed that you could catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.&nbsp; <br><br>Well, Dayanara was known for the seasoning on her chicken.&nbsp; She kept her men on a tight leash, and she had a temper hotter than the gates of hell.&nbsp; And while she loved the taste of honey - especially when her favorite male appendage was slathered in it - she had never believed being sweet to everyone would get you anywhere.&nbsp; Well behaved women - <em>sweet, passive women</em> - weren’t the type to get things done.&nbsp; <br><br>Option two fit her needs much better.&nbsp; Option two was much more fun, in Dayanara’s eyes.&nbsp; Because if he was going to poke the bull, he would sure as hell get acquainted with the horns.<br><br>She rose from her seat, ditching her sunglasses and calmly walked around the perimeter of the pool.&nbsp; Without bothering to test the water, Dayanara stepped into it - waltzing down each step until the water came to just below her breasts.&nbsp; Her nipples hardened at the reduction in body temperature, but she was certain they’d go back to normal once she was finished giving him a piece of her mind.<br><br>Being petite had its up-sides - mainly the ability to move swiftly, even in water.&nbsp; As the man swam in her direction she rushed up to meet him just as the deep end sloped upward into the shallow end.&nbsp; Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of his hair just yanked upward on it with all of her strength - enough to pull him halfway upright.&nbsp; Though the man towered over her, Dayanara stared daggers up into his eyes as she tore her hand from his hair and clenched her jaw.&nbsp; When she did finally speak, her accent hung heavy on each word - seeming to get thicker as her blood pressure rose.<br><br>“Juro por dios, I spent years in a classroom with the most poorly behaved kids in the school and none of them were able to irritate mi <em>alma</em> the way you have since you walked out here. Es un penoso gallinador.&nbsp; But you know what?&nbsp; You have my fucking attention, <em>mono</em>*.&nbsp; You fucking have it.&nbsp; And I’ll save you some time - <em>no estoy interesado</em>.&nbsp; Pretty boys like you are poorly equipped to handle women like me.”<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">*</div><div class="spoiler_body"><sup>* Colombian slang for white man/fair haired man; not being used as the word 'monkey'&nbsp; O:)</sup></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sofia Grace</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 04:42:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://29secrets.com/wp-content/uploads/nick%20bateman.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Emmett Holloway<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Coral colored swim trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Benjamin Holloway <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Father/son bonding<hr>It didn’t seem to matter how old Emmett got; certain things remained tried and true.&nbsp; One of which spanned across nearly every person he’d ever known, including himself: it was generally possible to hold in your tears right up to the point when someone asked if you were okay - then, all bets were off.&nbsp; Another truth was one Emmett had only just now realized: there was something about hearing ‘let it out’ that exacerbated a good ol’ fashioned sob fest.&nbsp; Somehow, things always seemed to escalate from ‘no, no, I need to stop crying’ to the obligatory answer of ‘well thanks, I don’t mind if I do let out the last five years of repressed misery’.<br><br>His father peppered light kisses at the corner of his jaw and Emmett’s rigid muscles began to slowly relax.&nbsp; Toned body leaning into the warmth of Ben’s arms, he couldn’t help but turn his face slightly to press his cheek against the kiss placed on it.&nbsp; He could feel the warm rush of air against his face as Ben exhaled.&nbsp; His muscled back, shoulders wide from hours spent rowing while away at school seemed to welcome the touch of their creator’s hands - much like the way a painter’s fingers ghosted over their own artwork in appreciation of their own skill.&nbsp; Gooseflesh.&nbsp; A gentle shiver up his spine as Ben’s fingers worked his neck in the sort of massage Emmett hadn’t gotten in ages.&nbsp; Jasmine had never given him a massage.&nbsp; She was more keen on receiving.&nbsp; <br><br>Another kiss, this time a bit lower - just under his ear.&nbsp; Emmett did nothing to hide the shudder that ran through him.&nbsp; He inhaled in abruptly and before he could control his hands, they were moving.&nbsp; Fingers of his left hand curled and his short nails pressed into his father’s back through the thin fabric of his shirt.&nbsp; His right was more daring, still - retracting from where it’d been, wrapped around Ben’s body, and instead moving up the man’s’ chest.&nbsp; By the time Emmett had realized what he'd done, it was too late - the damage was done.<br><br>… He wouldn’t be any less of a man, any less Ben’s son for crying - but what about blatantly making an advance on his father like that?&nbsp; Taking advantage of his father’s desire to comfort him?&nbsp; This was uncharted territory - dangerously uncharted and equally terrifying.&nbsp; This was wrong.&nbsp; He couldn’t.&nbsp; This was his… dad.&nbsp; <br><br>Sure, he’d called his last fling ‘Daddy’ in the heat of the moment plenty of times.&nbsp; It’d even brought him over the edge on more than one occasion to do so.&nbsp; So, why was it so scary to think about his dad this way?&nbsp; And furthermore, why had the ghosting of his father’s lips caused a slight stir in his shorts?&nbsp; Part of him wanted to apologize on the spot - while the rest of him wanted to do nothing.&nbsp; What was the worst that could happen?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 16:23:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5778/31100568312_e8256e5b52_m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Benjamin Holloway<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Medical Doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tropical Print Board Shorts, White Tank Top, Unbuttoned Short Sleeve Ocean Motif Tropical Shirt, <del>Sunglasses</del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emmett&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Father/Son <del>Bonding</del> Foreplay?<hr><br>Emmett seemed to stop fighting Ben's encouragement to release his emotions.&nbsp; For both good and bad, Ben held Emmett as the pent up emotions of the last few years started coming out.&nbsp; The young man cried for a bit on his shoulder, and Ben did not let up on the gentle affections he placed with his hands and lips.&nbsp; Several moments passed like this until it seemed Emmett had settled, hands still around his father, but Ben's kisses never let up.&nbsp; They became incrementally more daring.&nbsp; He'd kiss Emmett's cheek, his jaw down toward his lips, right on his earlobe, and it was after one of these particularly intimate kisses that he felt a hand slip from around him.&nbsp; It had slipped into his unbuttoned shirt, landing on the tank top that hugged his chest and slid upward until the fingertips crept over the edge and onto warm flesh and that dusting of dark hair he had.&nbsp; The hand had pulled back quickly as if to rethink the action, but Ben still held Emmett.<br><br>He took a moment to process what he'd felt, perhaps a little in shock, but it wasn't a shock that told him to end it.&nbsp; Rather, he wanted to go further.&nbsp; He wanted to see if Emmett was feeling what he was.&nbsp; That touch did not feel like one of loving affection from a son but rather a man in need.&nbsp; Emmett continued his affections for a minute longer.&nbsp; He said nothing, letting actions take over.&nbsp; Ben thought there weren't words that could be spoken to convey the need they both felt.&nbsp; They just had to go with it, and Ben took another step in that direction.&nbsp; He adjusted, pulling them closer with an arm that slid down Emmett's back to just above his rear.&nbsp; Their bodies moved into further contact, chest, abdomen, and now crotch crushing together.&nbsp; It was then that he felt Emmett was not without evidence of his enjoyment or need.&nbsp; Perhaps he was feeling the same thing after all.<br><br>Ben became more daring, more forward in his actions.&nbsp; The hand just above Emmett's rear slid until fingers began to feel the curve of those mounds under the coral shorts Emmett wore.&nbsp; His lips became brave, slowly surrounding the lobe of Emmett's ear he had kissed before.&nbsp; A light nip tugging it before he sucked for a moment and released.&nbsp; The older man followed this up with the ultimatum that would ultimately decide how their relationship would continue.&nbsp; "Tell me you want this or tell me to stop?"&nbsp; Ben said, his tone firm, almost like the same he'd used when Emmett was a teen.&nbsp; He wasn't playing, and he needed to know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 05:08:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/23/1f/3a/231f3aea5497559a3c35f6519ab5b458.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Senior Copywriter <br><strong>Date | Time: </strong>~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier Lobos, Adriana Archibald, John Smith, Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Dare<hr> <br>One of the waiters that had been idle and watching the show from what he had considered to be a safe distance, quickly snapped to attention, finding some controls for the sound system, turning it up slowly until it was well within the range of dancing music, the gentle thrums and vibrant guitar strums of an Argentinian tango began to play. Thomas had taken a few dancing classes in his day, not that many, but he did have a fond memory for the few that had covered the Latin American style of music.<br><br>As her hand trailed down his body to make a grab at his still clad ass, she could feel his muscles gliding slowly under taut skin, and he took a step forward, stepping her back in pace with the music. His body pressed flush against his, her forced her to take another step back, and another, his grip on the shirt not letting up until her legs tapped against a chair behind her, which he slowly lowered her onto, reluctantly parting their bodies for the moment.<br><br>Once she was down, Thomas straddled her lap, having seen this particular move in a movie somewhere. His hands settled on the back of the chair on either side of her head, leaving the shirt wrapped around her waist as he leaned his weight onto his hands, slowly gliding the firm muscles of his torso over hers, finishing the move by dipping his head down to gently bite her earlobe, pulling the shirt up from around her waist and wrapping it around her neck, tugging her with him as he stepped off of her lap, still close enough to kiss, for a moment only.<br><br>"Keep that warm for me, honey," He purred next to her ear, gracing her neck with the gentlest of kisses before turning away, his eyes falling on John Smith, raising an eyebrow at the man even as he approached Stephanie.<br><br>"You're up next," He said to the man before turning his eyes back to Stephanie, a naughty smile playing across his lips," Truth or Dare..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 05:58:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/tumblr_m8k6ok3Zgm1qbz1e5o3_250_zps6dae1827.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kate Webber<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st <br><strong>Location:</strong> poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little Black dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alone for now <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Alexis<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nothing yet<hr><br><br>Kate had a fairly uneventful day so far, mostly relaxing with Alexis with of course a few drinks. Alexis had gone to spend some time in the gym, knowing a Alexis she had likely hooked up with someone. She had been dragged on this trip by her friend to celebrate the release of their App, and the amount of money it made on launch day. She was a bit nervous, she had only worked for Fhloston for a few weeks to get the new website up and running so she only really knew Alexis. <br><br><br>There had been a few advances from both men and women throughout the day but she had been far too drained from the trip to deal with that sort of thing. She sat by the pool her feet dipped in the water nursing her drink and idly thinking of new features for her App. She was far more comfortable now and with Alexis doing god knows what with god knows who. Her friend had always been a little wild and she had always liked that about her. The two had slept together on a number of occasions though both knew it was nothing serious.<br><br><br>She lay back and looked up at the stars, she had put a lot of late nights into her work and had to work a full time job on top of that but now she had no responsibility and nothing to to do except whatever she wanted. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 17:17:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f1/2b/a1/f12ba12eb2908fccbdb9fea7b880f72a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Davis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, 11 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Where are they currently located?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark skinny jeans, t-shirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kate<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr><br>Davis had been wandering the grounds since sunset.&nbsp; Long since having drained his beer and left the bottle god knows where, he wandered towards the pool, a source of light in the gloom.&nbsp; Even from a distance he could see the shadows of ripples cast up on the nearby walls from the underwater lights.&nbsp; It was surprisingly dead.&nbsp; Davis's friend worked at the resort and given him quite the pitch to get him here.&nbsp; Late night pools seemed like exactly the place for these kind of folk.&nbsp; Folk like Davis, going a long way to do something wild.<br><br>Wandering over, Davis sat down at a lounge chair before he even realized there was someone there.&nbsp; A cute little blonde in a black dress, staring up at the stars, feet in the water.&nbsp; "Oh sorry," Davis said, "Don't let me scare the hell out of you.&nbsp; It was so quiet out here, I figured it was empty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 17:58:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/73_681_5001_455_28-1_zps73iqwsbw.jpeg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- and the darkest of sun glasses<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN <strong>Mentioned:</strong> TDS group 1 :D<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Doing her best to not be hungover<hr><em><br>Why did she do this to herself?</em><br><br>With a small groan she tried to roll over; the process was far more laborious than it might have been on any other day. Somehow her glasses and closed eyes weren't doing a good enough job blocking the glare of the sun.&nbsp; Getting settled on her stomach she buried her face in the makeshift pillow created by her crossed arms. There.&nbsp; Better.&nbsp; Though this close the fake coconut scent of the lotion that she's slathered on before venturing outside assaulted her and another small unhappy sound came muffled against the reclined pool chair she was lounging against. God why? Why would you make anything smell like that on purpose? Even still she was glad she'd remembered to put it on before coming out.<br><br>Traditionally she and the sun weren't the best of friends.&nbsp; She was British afterall.&nbsp; It was so much work to actually get a tan and not have her skin take a jump to pink or even worse lobster red.&nbsp; Thanks to her days on the island she was making some headway on that, enough that she felt she didn't blend into the pristine white of her bikini at least.&nbsp; Yay progress! The warmth of the sun also helped relax her, heating and helping to loosen overworked muscles.&nbsp; A bit more of this and she may just live after all.&nbsp; Double yay!<br><br>Last night had been a bad idea. Well no, not a BAD idea really.&nbsp; She'd had an inordinate amount of fun and she didn't regret playing a drinking game with the other guests.&nbsp; Things had gotten a bit out of hand though.&nbsp; She should have known as within minutes of starting people were already getting naked and sharing the most intimate details of their sex life.&nbsp; A few shots turned into a lot of shots, a few kisses into...<br><br>The flush that covered her face had nothing to do with being warm or sun touched and everything to do with the memories that flitted to the forefront of her brain.&nbsp; Her vacation was barely started, there was still well over a week to go.&nbsp; Who knew what could happen in that time as in the few short days she'd been here her expectations had already been shattered completely.&nbsp; A little bit of rest and rehydration and she'd be ready to throw herself back into the thick of things again! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>10-12-2016, 06:27:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgsafe.org/b855405056.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Jenny Lucier</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12799339#msg12799339)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Gift Shop Manager<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, 2018 | 10:30AM <br><strong>Location:</strong> Yacht <br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailee, Okello<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Snooping<br><hr><br>Vacation! Truth be told, even when she was working on the cruise ships, there was hardly ever a day where Jenny found herself working hard enough to deserve a vacation. Being the manager of a gift shop really meant making the schedules for her few employees, dealing with the grievances of some old bitties who couldn't be bothered to spend a few extra dollars on souvenirs and inventory. If anyone asked her, though, she absolutely needed this.<br><br>Stepping out onto the deck, Jenny let the seabreeze wash over her for a moment. It was pure heaven to truly feel it in earnest rather than in her cruise member uniform. With her eyes closed, the young girl took in a slow, deep breath of air before moving to the side railing of the impressive yacht. She watched vessel quickly cut its way through the water toward the island and mansion her boss had so graciously leant to herself and the many other crew members of his successful cruiseliner. The brunette also watched a nice brimed hat fall victim to the boat's wake, the article vanished in the water before Jenny could even think about making an effort to retrieve it.<br><br>Shrugging, Jenny instinctively moved to the front of the yacht to find the source of the lost hat. She figured it would belong to a nice, older gentleman who would regale her with a tale about how long he's had the hat for and the many women he had charmed using it. Or something. It was more or less just something to do until she finally set flip-flop onto the island and really got this vacation going.<br><br>What she found was the furthest thing from that. Jenny rounded the corner to spot a couple, which wasn't really that odd in itself, if not for the fact that the two were in a rather heated moment together. The stunning blonde had a hand in the man's swim trunks, no doubt toying with what was barely hidden underneath.<br><br>"Oh, fuck~!" Jenny blurted out sharply. It was no doubt lost in the wind as the two paid her no mind at the outburst. The girl quickly retreated and hugged the corner of the yacht's pilot house, her back towards it while her eyes shot forward to the water. Her mind was racing. She should leave, right? This couple, clearly, just eager to get things started, thought they were alone and they should absolutely be left alone. Yes. She should leave.<br><br>The devil on her other shoulder, however, insisted that she stay. Never has she seen anyone so bravely perform in front of her before. This was a show. It was just for her. It would be a waste to let this opportunity go, right?<br><br>Right.<br><br>Jenny spun around so that her front touched the wall now. She peeked around the corner again, spying on the couple again. Her body didn't dare part from the partition in fear of being seen, while she bit onto the corner of her bottom lip in an effort to not be heard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>10-12-2016, 15:38:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/Jesse_williams_shirtless.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796566#msg12796566)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - ship's medical doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/18 | morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the yacht<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, white swimming trunks, slippers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231), Jenny Lucier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12799339#msg12799339) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br><em>"You wouldn't ..."</em><br><br>The small moan Hailee let out when Okello dug deep into the pockets of her cut off jean shorts rang loud and clear to Okello.&nbsp; Her body was responding nicely, spreading her legs, getting up on her toes, pushing her bottom against his pelvis.&nbsp; Her hips rocked with his touches, which matched the rhythm of the bow of the yacht bobbing up and down as it hit wave after wave of ocean.<br><br><em>"I .. had no idea you had such a keen interest in topography Okello.&nbsp; This trip is already proving to be wildly educational for me and it is barely started."</em><br><br>Okello wanted to come up with witty response, but his words were cut off when one of her hands reached around behind her to untie his white board shorts.<br><br><strong>"You wouldn't..."</strong><br><br>But she did.&nbsp; Her hand slipped in and wrapped around his cock.&nbsp; He was on his way to a full erection, and he flexed his muscles to make his throbbing shaft jump in her hand.<br><br><em>"I've dreamed about this you know.. but I'm afraid my imagination did not do you justice."</em><br><br><strong>"Mmm, I have dreamed of this, too, Hailee.&nbsp; I have imagined so much with you.&nbsp; If you think I feel good in your hand, just wait until you feel me somewhere else."</strong><br><br>A few moments went by as they touched each other like that.<br><br><strong>"Since you would, I would, too."</strong><br><br>His hands came out of her pockets.&nbsp; One hand moved her hair over her the front of her shoulder.&nbsp; He placed a kiss on the back of her neck, around the knot of the bikini top.&nbsp; His hands went down to her breasts, cupping them, as his teeth tugged on a string to undo the knot.&nbsp; His fingertips reached into the neckline of her bikini top while his palms held the cups in place.<br><br><strong>"I bet the sea breeze and ocean spray will make your breasts feel as good as your touch in my shorts is making me feel.&nbsp; All I have to do is move my hands and you're topless.&nbsp; On a yacht.&nbsp; With <em>people</em>.&nbsp; <em>Full</em> of people.&nbsp; Anyone could walk here and see us.&nbsp; <em>Anyone</em>.&nbsp; <em>Maybe</em> they won't notice us."</strong><br><br>Okello squeezed her nipples through her top.<br><br><strong>"Maybe they <em>would</em> notice us, but <em>not</em> notice what naughty things we're doing."</strong><br><br>He pulled down one cup.<br><br><strong>"Oops.&nbsp; There goes half of your top...&nbsp; Or maybe... they <em>would</em> notice us, along with the naughty things we're doing."</strong><br><br>He pulled down the other cup.<br><br><strong>"And there goes the other half of your top...&nbsp; And what would they do?&nbsp; If they saw us, I mean.&nbsp; Would they leave us alone?&nbsp; Would they say something?"</strong><br><br>His hands went down to her shorts, opening up the button, unzipping the fly.<br><br><strong>"Or... would they <em>watch</em> us?"</strong><br><br>He pulled her shorts down off her hips, exposing her matching bikini bottom.<br><br><strong>"And if they were watching us... would that <em>stop</em> us?"</strong><br><br>He tugged the waistband of his shorts down, then slipped his cock between her legs, trapping the length in the triangle of her inner thighs and the gusset of her bikini bottom.<br><br>Just then, Okello got a weird sense.&nbsp; A sense that he was being watched.&nbsp; He looked over his shoulder and saw some movement of some kind, but he wasn't about to chase after it.&nbsp; Maybe they were being watched.&nbsp; He looked forward.<br><br><strong>"Oh, look at that.&nbsp; We're almost at the island.&nbsp; Everyone on the dock will definitely see us.&nbsp; We better stop now.&nbsp; But we can continue back in my room, can't we?"</strong><br><br>This was great.&nbsp; Okello was hot with desire, but still in control, and he thought he had Hailee wrapped around his little finger.&nbsp; He moved his hips forward and back a few times, letting his shaft slide against her bare inner thighs and her bikini-covered mound.&nbsp; He pulled up her shorts, tied her bikini top, pulled up his own shorts and tied them up too.&nbsp; Then he took her hand and walked her off the ship, escorting her to his room (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259087.msg12832766#msg12832766).<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>10-12-2016, 16:22:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/Jesse_williams_shirtless.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796566#msg12796566)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - ship's medical doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/18 | 3:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a hiking trail near a waterfall<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, white swimming trunks, slippers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231), Jenny Lucier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12799339#msg12799339) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>It was still only the first day, and Okello made the observation that when it came to sex, Hailee was insatiable.&nbsp; After Okello and Hailee drove each other wild on the yacht, then had sex on the balcony of his room, Okello had passed out for an hour on the thick, lush carpet of the bedroom.&nbsp; He woke up to Hailee wanting to go for another round, but Okello had other ideas.&nbsp; He was tired, but it was more because he was hungry, as his growling stomach could attest to.<br><br>Being outside and potentially getting caught turned out to be a huge turn-on for Okello, and he got the impression that Hailee felt the same way.&nbsp; Not wanting to spend time unpacking his luggage, he put his white board shorts back on and got Hailee dressed up in her bikini and cut off denim shorts.&nbsp; After having a quick bite on the main floor, he suggested going on a hike on a trail up toward the top of a waterfall instead of going back to his room.&nbsp; He got the impression that Hailee was disappointed, but he just gave her a playful wink and a naughty smile.&nbsp; He bought a blanket and some bottles of water.<br><br>Okello led Hailee up the trail to the most elevated part of the island.&nbsp; But instead of going to the waterfall which was a stop on the trail, he took her to small clearing just off the trail, one that still had a full view of the ocean.&nbsp; The vegetation behind them gave natural coverage from anyone going along the trail.&nbsp; A palm tree growing almost horizontally providing a place to sit on, straddle or bend over.<br><br>And that's how Hailee ended up.&nbsp; The blanket covered the trunk of the palm tree, and Hailee was bent over it.&nbsp; Okello got her shorts down to her ankles.&nbsp; The cups of her bikini were pulled off her breasts.&nbsp; And her bikini bottom was pulled to the side.&nbsp; Okello's shorts were down to his ankles, too.&nbsp; He got behind her and slid his cockhead up and down along her slit and between her folds.&nbsp; Just as he was about to penetrate her, he got that feeling again, like he was being watched.<br><br><strong>"Okay, Hailee.&nbsp; Remember, the trail is right behind us.&nbsp; We are hard to see, and we should be able to hear if someone is coming up the trail if they're talking.&nbsp; But that means that anyone coming up the trail will be able to hear us, too.&nbsp; So try not to make any noise."</strong><br><br>Okello popped his cockhead into Hailee's entrance.<br><br><strong>"Mmm, nice and wet and tight."</strong><br><br>He eased in another inch.<br><br><strong>"Ahh, fuck, Hailee.&nbsp; You feel so good around me."</strong><br><br>He pulled out and rubbed her nether lips some more with the tip, slapping wetly against her clit a few times.&nbsp; Then he inserted himself back into her, sliding in deeper than his initial stroke.<br><br>Okello felt like he hit a tight spot, so he eased out until just the head was inside her, then drove back in, harder, cramming as much of his cock into her as he could fit.<br><br><strong>"Yes.&nbsp; You have most of me inside you, Hailee.&nbsp; But I want to get <em>all</em> of me inside you.&nbsp; <em>Every</em> inch.&nbsp; You make me so hard that I ache, and the only thing that will make me feel better is feeling all of you around all of me."</strong><br><br>Okello's thrusts were steady and vigorous.&nbsp; But his still barely functioning brain still managed to pick up a pair of eyes in the foliage.<br><br>Yes, they were definitely being watched.<br><br>He paused for a moment and looked at the pair of eyes.&nbsp; He smiled at them.&nbsp; He gave the onlooker a wink.&nbsp; Then he pulled Hailee off the tree trunk.&nbsp; He pulled Hailee's arms back and wrapped one of his arms around them.&nbsp; His free hand went to grab a fistful of Hailee's hair, using the grip to tilt her head up.<br><br>Then, still watching their voyeur, he pounded up and into Hailee hard and fast, making her perky breasts bounce up and down with each thrust.<br><br><strong>"Don't make so much noise, Hailee.&nbsp; Someone might hear us.&nbsp; And if they hear us, they might come to see us."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>10-12-2016, 21:51:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/44/Guilherme_Leao_4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796567#msg12796567)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4, 2018 | 11 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Swimming pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>After rolling out of bed, Andres looked outside of his room.&nbsp; From the balcony, he saw that the swimming pool was empty, and no one was there, except for one lovely looking woman who was lying on her back wearing a white bikini.&nbsp; He tossed on some form-fitting trunks, grabbed a towel and sunglasses and sunblock, then headed out.<br><br>The closer he got the woman in the white bikini, the more he wanted to see the rest of her.&nbsp; As if on cue, she rolled over onto her stomach, giving him a view of her thighs and rear.<br><br>She had her sunglasses on, but he still walked into her point of view.&nbsp; He took off his sunglasses and set all of his stuff on the pool chair next to her.<br><br><strong>"Good morning,"</strong> he said to her, smiling, his Brazilian accent evident.&nbsp; <strong>"If you don't mind, would you mind telling me if I make a splash?"</strong><br><br>He didn't wait for a response, instead just turning around and heading to the diving boards of the pool.&nbsp; He climbed up to the higher diving board, which was 30 feet above the surface of the 10 foot deep part of the pool.&nbsp; He stood on the edge, stilled himself, took a deep breath, and paused.&nbsp; He squatted down a bit, then launched himself up into the air.&nbsp; One, two, three somersaults in the air before he hit the water hands first.&nbsp; He felt like he nailed it, hitting the water with his body in a vertical position.&nbsp; As soon as he felt the water on his body, he piked at the waist, creating a vacuum behind him that sucked down the splash, giving his point of impact the appearance of boiling water.<br><br>Underwater, he swam to the wall nearest the pool chairs.&nbsp; His hands grasped the edge and pulled himself up.&nbsp; Water dripped off his chiseled frame.<br><br><strong>"So how do I look?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>10-12-2016, 22:14:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9f/Guilherme_Leao_5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796567#msg12796567)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 2018 | 11 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a waverunner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jenny Lucier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12799339#msg12799339) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Andres was intent on seeing the local underwater flora and fauna.&nbsp; For the first time in a long while, he didn't have to take out a slow boat boat full of inexperienced guests.&nbsp; He could just go out on a fast personal watercraft, all by his lonesome.<br><br>He packed some basic snorkeling gear, borrowed a WaveRunner and headed out.&nbsp; The man who provided the WaveRunner seemed concerned.<br><br><strong>"Is something wrong?"</strong> asked Andres.<br><br>"It's probably nothing, young man, but about an hour ago a young woman about your age borrowed a WaveRunner and went out by herself.&nbsp; She told me she wouldn't go far, but I can't see her in my binoculars.&nbsp; I would like to take a boat out and go looking for her myself, but the boat is out on an excursion and I can't leave this place unattended.&nbsp; According to the GPS, she went around one of the smaller islands.&nbsp; I'm sure she's fine - there's nothing dangerous around here - but she might be stranded or scared, if anything."<br><br>Andres raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; It wouldn't be the first time he rescued someone, particularly a damsel in distress.<br><br><strong>"Not a problem, sir, I was going to go around that way anyway.&nbsp; I'll keep an eye out for her and for your equipment."</strong><br><br>Andres sped off to the smaller island, leaving a wake behind him.&nbsp; The WaveRunner's trademark spout shot water into the air.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 09:55:17</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/Stephsuit.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Maid<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> ~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Green Serene (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/qiVjBui98igf8R0Z2DtLBg/cid/212253821/id/Bmi1Ce_05hGW_NkHtvvecw/size/c600x470.jpg) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas Malcolm <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Adriana Archibald, John Smith, Javier Lobos<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Naughty Dares.<br><hr><br>She quirked a brow and smiled to herself as she watched Javier and Thomas both complete their dares.&nbsp; Downing a second shot, her toes curled and she purred to herself as the liquid burned a pleasing path down her throat.&nbsp; Her eyes wandered over Thomas as he danced with Adri, then she blinked and sat up slightly with a challenging fire burning in her eyes.&nbsp; "Oh, I'm so all about the dare, but since we've already had a couple, and I'm curious what you're going to ask me...I'm going truth.&nbsp; Do your worst, darling, I'm an open book."<br><br>She winked and sprawled back again, her arms and legs draping into a naturally elegant position as she flicked her gaze idly between the other three, smiling like a cat that's been in the cream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetBadBoy</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 11:24:30</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/Arthur_nailor_portrait.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> John Smith<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest |Investor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> ~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>white muscle shirt, black shorts, flipflops<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas Malcolm <strong>also present:</strong> Javier Lobos, John Smith, Stephanie Landry <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> mild bisexual fantasies <hr><br>John had joined the group rather reluctantly. When it was offered, his first reaction had been to just pass, knowing how awkward and uneasy these kind of games had made him feel as a kid - and that was probably tame compared to what would await him in a game on such a hedonistic pleasure vacation... That he had signed up for it anyway, he tried to reason with his self-imposed therapy to just get out of his damn shell, although the real reason was a lot more down deep and animalistic in his desire to maybe get a chance to do things he'd never dare admit wanting to do.<br><br>So he wasn't surprised to realize he had dragged his feet long enough to join the group at the pool to be the last one taking a seat just as the cute, curvy gal he remembered from "the ship" opened up the game. Not surprisingly this group started out with a couple of bangs and as John slowly sipped away at the single malt he'd taken from the bar on his way to the game, he got to see his first set of bare boobs already and a witness the lap dance of one participants. John had to admit that the guy was doing a decent job and certainly had a body made for enticing the ladies...<br><br>When Thomas adressed him for the next turn, John felt the knot of social awkwardness tightening in his stomach and he knew if he'd have to perform a lapdance, he'd just role over and die... For a moment he looked around the group as if to draw out the answer to create a bit of suspense, but then as he noticed generally smiling faces, he faced biting the bullet when he had a stroke of insight. But just as he was about to answer, the curvey cutie next to him answered apparently having considered the challenge to go to her.<br><br>John gave a sigh of relief and quickly downed more of his whiskey, happy to just watch the show.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 19:47:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 |12 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lagoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg), sun hat (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Seajade_sun_hat.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild homoerotica<hr><br>She'd walked down the beach in her bikini and forgotten to stop when the beach ran out. Red clay earth pressed in around the roots of defiantly erect trees and she kept going. The sound of the surf became a boom chamber echo of shoal eroding into caves in the open meters between she and sea level, and she kept going. Then the wind came, straight across this peak of the island and threatening to whisk her hat right off her head, and this was where she stopped and looked around. She was smiling. "Yay secret beach!"<br><br>From the outside it was a lesser sister peak, but from up here the crown was concave. It was hard to recognize as a primeval volcanic caldera for the centuries of jungle blanketing every horizontal step, untamed, unable to be tamed. A cerulean pool of spring water below filled the whole cauldron with simmering warmth against the wind and Choe Ja began to descend immediately. Her small hands found a thick rope easing the one navigable switchback down, down, down, down. She wasn't bold enough to jump, but she was too bold to turn back now. Toes curled against the earth she took the gentle rappel backward, eyes on the bodies in motion of her adventure companions. "Maybe it's just us." Small wonder, since she needed to stop and catch her breath on the intervening ledges, kicking her legs and wishing she'd come more prepared for this fatigue. The final plunge awaited.<br><br>Toes sank into the chalky volcanic mud at the bottom and kept on sinking until she was in almost to her knees. "Oh, it's warm!" She tried to step, but failed to uproot her legs on the first try and fell promptly at the bottom of the rope line. This struggle added one more pock to countless like it shaped by human traffic in the mud, preserved for months or years in a perfect equilibrium of volcanic ash and spring water. Further from this shore, cleansing water deepened and the earth overhung a larger than life echo cave.<br><br>There was no sign of Choe Ja's bikini top when she pulled herself free. It was simply lost to the mud, replaced by tribal streaks. She shrieked with laughter, and it echoed like a grand cathedral. "Help, it sucked off!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 00:39:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Dawnimagesmall.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 2:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach Cabana<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avatar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nina , Open for voyeuring only<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nudity and impeding sexiness<br><hr><br>It wasn’t the first time Amor had heard that line come from someone.&nbsp; Most of the time she would have rolled her eyes, at least inwardly, but coming from Nina it seemed genuine and sweet.&nbsp; &nbsp;“It’s actually is a pretty common Filipino name.&nbsp; Nina is quite pretty too.”&nbsp; <br><br>Amor knelt onto the cabana bed and nodded.&nbsp; “I have been told I had to come here from some of the other girls in the office, but I have avoided coming.&nbsp; I am glad I did though.&nbsp; I mean this place is beautiful and the people here.&nbsp; I mean my God everyone is so hot.”&nbsp; The last she said smiling at the woman next to her.<br><br>“A couple hours at the gym every day and not eating nearly what I would like to eat,” Amor answered the question honestly.&nbsp; She was very happy Nina thought so.&nbsp; “I have had a little help too.”&nbsp; She said lifting her arms to the bow of her bikini top at the back of her neck and untied it gently removing it to reveal the roundness of her breasts and her dark nipples swollen with excitement.&nbsp; She had determined that no matter who she found in the cabana she was going to sunbath completely naked.&nbsp; The fact that her cabana mate was the lovely Nina was such a bonus.&nbsp; Her breasts were full, perky and held their shape well enough to know that Amor had had some work done, very good work obviously.<br><br>“I hope you don’t mind,” she said captivated by Nina’s watchful eyes.&nbsp; “I told myself I was leaving with no tan lines.”&nbsp; To reach the tie on the back of her top she had to arch her back, pushing her breasts forward ever so slightly and tightening her tummy.&nbsp; Soon enough her top dropped into her bag&nbsp; and her fingers began working on the knots that held her bikini bottoms in place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 01:49:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/tumblr_m8k6ok3Zgm1qbz1e5o3_250_zps6dae1827.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kate Webber<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, 11pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little Black dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Davis <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nothing yet<hr><br>Kate was deep in thought, planning what she was going to do with her time here. It was a pleasant night and she was a little tempted to take a did in the pool but really couldn't be bothered to go back to her room to change and she wasn't about to go skinny dipping alone on the first night. That was definitely a more Alexis thing to do but she had been more than a little corrupted by her friend. <br><br>She was musing over new features to add to her app during the next big update and enjoying the warm night air. She heard someone sit down nearby and nearly jumped as if she had been caught doing something naughty. “Oh hey, erm don't worry, I was just spacing out” She turned and smiled, he was handsome and very much her type. “I'm Kate, how are you tonight?” She held out her hand for a handshake. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 07:13:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 12 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 7<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pink Bikini (https://www.google.com/search?q=pink+bikini&amp;source=lnms&amp;tbm=isch&amp;sa=X&amp;ved=0ahUKEwj84-Kwr8nQAhWHjFQKHW4tDCkQ_AUICCgB&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=704#imgrc=vcW7C7J0G72uBM%3A) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild Homoerotica<hr><br>Sarah stared in wonder at the caldera. The island certainly did have its secrets, and this was a big one. But a quick glance down proved that there was a little more to the journey ahead. Like CJ, she wasn't much of a jumper, but she had gone this far, so she followed her roommate down the rope, looking back up at Amor as she made her way down, trying to draw upon the reserves of emotional support that she seemed to give. And, thankfully, it was enough to get her down to the chalky bottom.<br><br>The curly-haired traveler wasn't surprised at the warmth of the water - it was a hot spring after all. And it felt nice. She was a bit more surprised at the fact that her feet were sinking into the mud, but she figured she could handle that. The big surprise, however, was CJ, who had emerged back from the spring a little less encumbered than when she had entered. "CJ... your... boobs..." Sarah stammered out before reddening. That wasn't what she had <strong>meant</strong> to say, but they were just so round and perky. "Oh - I mean your top..." She tried to sound concerned but that laughter... it was infectious - and in a way even more attractive than the twin charms of CJ's exposed chest - and soon Sarah found herself laughing uncontrollably as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 23:59:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/2848973db309252095ab81558bcaf895/tumblr_muhcewLxe21qadpveo1_500.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Landry <br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd | 11:45 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pair of beach shorts, boxers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dayanara <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Suddenly not so chill<hr>Speed wasn't the thing here. Stamina had nothing to do with how fast you could go, but how fast you could keep going. And he liked to think he had stamina. Not on par with a bunch of athletes, but to hold his own at least. To keep a good form and a healthy body. He was happy with how he could perform under stress, both physically and mentally, considering that his tutoring had pretty much been maintained at a middle school level.<br><br>With his head under the water and focusing on his breathing, he hadn't noticed that someone had joined him in the pool. He really didn't notice it until that someone was directly in front of him, forcing him to stop in his tracks and tread water. But before he could bring himself up to catch a breath and see who it was, a strong hand came down and grabbed him by the hair, yanking him up and out and forcing his head out of the water. The surprise made him gasp a lungful of water, causing him to splutter and cough halfway through her half-english, half-spanish tirade. At least he assumed it was Spanish.<br><br>Finally recovering his composure, Stephen was about half the way to red with anger, pissed and still a little waterlogged, he contemptuously slapped her hand away from his hair. It was easy enough. When he had his balance, he was a good deal stronger than her. That, as well as the fact that there wasn't much hair to be grabbing and what hair there was was drenched, made it simple to free himself, followed by planting his other hand on her chest and shoving her back firmly.<br><br>"The fuck... What the fuck is wrong with you lady?" He growled, eyes all but red, and not only from the chlorine that had been forced into them," That time of the fucking month for you? Go pick a fight with someone your own damn size."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 17:11:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f1/2b/a1/f12ba12eb2908fccbdb9fea7b880f72a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Davis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, 11 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark skinny jeans, t-shirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kate<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr><br>Davis sat up and moved closer to the lovely young woman at the poolside, reaching out and taking her hand for a warm handshake.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you, Kate.&nbsp; I'm Davis.&nbsp; Are you a guest here too?&nbsp; Or a very unconventional pool cleaner?"&nbsp; He gave her a wry smile and then sat down near the edge of the pool nearer to her, though with his shoes and pants still on he didn't dangle his feet over.&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing sideways at the blonde, he leaned his arms against his knees, presumably looking out over the lit pool.&nbsp; "I myself have just recently arrived to this paradise, as described to me I should say.&nbsp; So far all I can say is the food is good and the bed relaxing."&nbsp; Despite the late hour and his previously pensive mood, Davis found himself warming up to an actual conversation, and the opportunity to finally begin enjoying his stay, rather than simply decompressing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 01:16:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/23/1f/3a/231f3aea5497559a3c35f6519ab5b458.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Senior Copywriter <br><strong>Date | Time: </strong>~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier Lobos, Adriana Archibald, John Smith, Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Truth it is...<hr> <br>Sure, the dare had been meant for Mr. Smith, but the two seemed to deal with the mishap in his communication skills rather gamely, so Thomas decided to go with it. Without missing a beat, he gave John a wink, obviously intending to bring it back to the man, but turned his attention to Stephanie now, his eyes fully focused on the woman before him. He had been intending to give the woman a lap dance as his dare stated, but a question would have to do.<br><br>For now.<br><br>"A bit of truth for the lady. Hmmm," He paused, picking his drink back up and taking a sip from it, just to give him time to come up with a suitable question, and eyeing his shirt still wrapped around Adriana's neck. She definitely wore it a lot better than he ever could.<br><br>"Well, here goes. Describe to us, in full detail, your most memorable time spent with someone. Someone of any gender, any kind time spent together, but there must be some sex involved," He pointed a finger at her," And go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-12-2016, 22:05:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/66/10/cc/6610cc4a82b1677c537816936a5d00aa.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Guest <br><strong>Date | Time: </strong> Midmirning (10am)| August 2nd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golf course area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Button down shirt and jeans<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> The game continues&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>Javier didn't need a lot of time to come up with a plan for day two of his little game with the cutie with a big booty, at least that was his name for her for the time being. He didn't bother looking for her name or room, that would spoil their little game. He was making it up as he went but he was particularly enjoying the anonymity of it all. Javier stumbled upon the walkie talkies by accident, as he was hanging around the pool area he spotted the devices and decided to borrow a pair. Once they were on the same frequency and another area was set up, he was ready to go. <br><br>Once again he found himself in the breakfast nook, his clue was set down in the same spot as the note the day before. Javier left the area, hiding outside but keeping an eye on the second walkie. One misplaced housekeeper or maintenance guy would quickly bring the game to an end. Once he spotted Charlie, he keyed in to greet her. <br>“Good morning doll, how about we meet up for a round of golf, go to the clubhouse and await further instruction. Change for a day on the course.” He ordered, making sure to stay out of sight before he left make his way towards the clubhouse were a handful of others were already starting rounds of golf.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>21-12-2016, 23:41:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 8, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cliff beside a waterfall<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yellow bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Yep. Andres was dangerous alright. Her worry had been confirmed with the lightest of touches and abated with the most sinful of sensations snaking throughout her being. She could hardly breathe. Was scared to in fact, lest the momentary trance shatter under the weight of real life expectation and responsibility. <br><br>It was she that had moved closer instead of pulling away but it was Andres who took control. For a second as her eyes met his something sparked, awakened, but under the exploratory stroke of his hands it banked down to a simmer. Waiting. Expectant. Between his mouth on her neck and his words in her ears Indira was wound tight, anticipation coiling like exquisite torture. Tighter and tighter it grew, each word tugging at the need she'd thought she'd buried.<br><br>"Andr--" His name was cut off in a gasp as he pulled her hair and forced her eyes up to his. Positioned as they were, so close, the eye contact was beyond intimate. Indira felt as if every secret she owned was laid bare for a long moment before the haze of desire rose to shroud it all from view. Then his lips were there to offer but a ghost of a kiss. <br><br>A brush to either side of her mouth, one and two, brought her lashes down to shutter her dark gaze. The teasing touches leaving behind tingles in their wake. <br><br>The third time though. That was the charm.<br><br>His word echoed in her head and right there in that very instant Indira was forced to admit it all. She had wanted to jump. She wanted to fall.<br><br>"What are you doing to me?"<br><br>The question was rhetorical, each motion brushing her lips against his. His answer was irrelevant. Whatever spell had been worked, whatever decision made, it was done. Indira felt the tension at the back of her scalp ease and rose up on her tip toes. Her arms encircled Andres' neck and this time she kissed him without reservation. The initial soft touch increased until her hunger slipped its bindings to push harder. Her fingers spread upward into the soft, short hair at the back of his neck and her tongue licked a heated trail along the seam of his mouth.<br><br>"I think, Andres, that you're a bad influence." Which was apparently precisely what she needed if the subtle way she was rubbing against him was to be believed.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 18:41:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/a82c765825910b1ef32335b9b094d391/tumblr_numj4tmSWm1rpwuzno1_1280.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time: </strong> Mid-morning (10am)| August 2nd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golf course area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something along these lines but in black and white (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fd/64/11/fd6411869ce8fd0b34b70cfd2df23529.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mystery Man (Javier)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Following directions...</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Charlie wasn't sure what to expect after that first little interlude in the closet. She'd gotten on with the rest of her day alright but at odd little moments she'd remember the game she agreed to play and excitement --and a little bit of arousal--would bloom. It was kind of distracting but in a fun way. It was something she hadn't expected to encounter on this little vacation. And of course, there was a part of her that desperately wanted to know who it was that she'd been rather hot and heavy with. <br><br>Even now as she came bouncing down to breakfast after a run and a shower, she felt refreshed and near to bursting with a level of curiosity that seemed dangerous. As with the previous morning she opted for fresh fruit though she added a little oatmeal too. She was just moving toward the spot where she'd found her previous clue the day before when she the crackle of the walkie talkie kicked up to startle her. <br><br><em>“Good morning doll, how about we meet up for a round of golf, go to the clubhouse and await further instruction. Change for a day on the course.”</em><br><br>She couldn't help the grin or the quick glance around that she took, but spotting the walkie that had been left for her she scooped it up.<br><br>"Sure, Stranger. I've always wanted to try golfing." She left it at that figuring it was enough of an affirmation. <br><br>Charlie polished off her breakfast then glanced down at herself. She didn't really own any golf clothes but she had to figure the black skirt was okay and her sneakers weren't going anywhere. Heading back up to her room she opted to change her shirt then added a cap for the extra time she'd likely be out in the sun and that was that. A short while later--after getting directions from one of the staff--Charlie was strolling into the clubhouse, walkie in hand. As with before she peered around curiously, looking to see if she might spot her mystery man or else another clue.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 19:06:51</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Gabriel</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/18/3c/cf183c3e2503e0310868d145c619a541.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest&nbsp; <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> jeans, sort of<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> none<hr><br>Delicious torture, that was what she was. Gabe was done pretending to be doing anything other than try to get his hands on this beautiful and tempting creature. She sounded like a whole lot of fun on top of being stunningly hot, and what more could a guy ask for? He was on vacation, she was... A fucking tease!<br><br>He let out a breath when her fingers hopped from one side of his zipper to the other, ignoring the part of him he wanted her to feel more than any. Her words were taunts and teases, to him a clear sign of her wanting to play this game. Who was he to refuse? He could still feel the narrow paths she had painted on his body when her fingers moved to her own clothes. Oh this wasn't bad at all. <br><br>"Mmmh, would definitely be helpful," he agreed in a low voice, a slight rasp to his voice betraying his thoughts as much as the now firm cock pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. He looked up at her from where he sat, the promise of an undone knot making playful hunger darken his eyes, and he smirked. "For the first position, I think I need something between my lips. Otherwise I won't shut up and you won't be able to focus at all."<br></div></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ord1-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s640x640/sh0.08/e35/c0.134.1080.1080/14574012_982395588548950_7888146217257926656_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTM1MzExNjc2NjUyODM4MzY1NA%3D%3D.2.c)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi + Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts (both open)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Behaving! ... Kinda?... Nope.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"> Charlie's lips twitched. "Something between your lips, eh?" Her brow arched and she pulled at the knot between her breasts, feeling it loosen with each deft movement of her fingers. "Like what?"<br><br>Her eyes watched him, simmering with open appreciation and lust. It took only a few seconds, no longer than a minute, for her to undo the knot completely but the tightness of the material left it clinging to the firm round globes of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, protruding visibly though the edges of her hoodie just barely obscured them. <br><br>"You want a finger? A lollipop? A stick?" She was teasing him and finally the impishness that was a part of her charm couldn't help but make itself apparent as her lips curved. "Someone else's lips? A tongue? Some other bit of plump, warm flesh?" She accentuated the last few words as her fingers slid across the bottom of her ribcage and took the edges of her top in hand. One after the other she peeled back only that single layer. Careful movements made sure that her hoodie stayed over her breasts though more skin was revealed as the edge of the zipper seemed to catch against her nipple, as if the small protrusion was the only thing left to hold it in place. <br><br>It struck her then, the similarities between her top and his pants and the methods by which they remained. It made her laugh, which jiggled the jacket free--except her fingers were there to catch it.<br><br>"You're trouble, you know that?" She asked, moving closer. Though this time she pushed between his knees to stand before him. His position and her height... well it made things pretty damn interesting.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 23:39:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/18/3c/cf183c3e2503e0310868d145c619a541.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest&nbsp; <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> jeans, sort of<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> none<hr><br>She teased him, her voice filled with humor and seductive indulgence as she removed even further obstacles between herself and his grasp. The curves of her breasts drew him in, held his attention hostage, and nothing she said or did made his intention waver. She was cute with her flirtatious quips and teasing gestures, but he was already looking past that and to the clearly freely hedonistic side of her that made her practically mount him where he sat. She was as close as she could get without it being classified as fucking. He was interested in removing that line. The moment she paused, thick thighs between his knees and tits directly in his line of vision, he gave in to his own aroused greed.&nbsp; <br><br>Gabriel's arm wound around the girl's waist and pulled her in, firmly and without the courtesy of a gentle touch on a stranger's skin. His knees parted to make room for her up against his body, and when he had her there he kept his arm possessively around her. "It's what I do," he replied to her trouble comment, looked up at her and licked his lips before they stretched in a cocky grin and pushed her hoodie off one shoulder with his free hand. The desire to look at what he'd fully revealed of her body now was strong, but so was the urge to watch for her reaction. He tilted his head to be able to keep watching her ridiculously beautiful face, and pressed his thick lips to her chest, just where the swell of her breast began. <br><br>"Fuck it..." He then groaned onto her skin and changed pace again. He cupped her breast, weighed it in his palm and caught her nipple between his lips. The first touch was no more than a kiss, but then he toyed with the perked up tip with his tongue and teeth. He circled it, dragged his tongue back and forth over it, wiggled onto it and caught it lightly between his teeth before he looked up at her again and sucked the nipple into his mouth with a satisfied moan. <br><br>Meanwhile, his hold on her waist loosened and his grip moved down the generous arch of her hips to the curve of her ass and he caught new hold on the cheek of her ass, pressing her to him again. His jeans surrendered their pitiful attempts to contain his cock and it was trapped between them with her tiny little denim shorts in the way of more contact. "More?" He asked, voice deep and a little gravelly when he let go of one nipple and moved over to the other to repeat the caress, his hand staying on the first one to toy idly with the nipple, slick from being in his mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>08-01-2017, 19:42:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/280full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 2:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Secret Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avatar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ and Sarah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Homo Erotica<br><hr>Amor followed behind her adventuring companions.&nbsp; When the wind kicked up and her calves began to burn from the climb she was beginning to wonder if she would not have been better off lounging on the beach with a mojito and doing her damnedest to seduce any of the lovely ladies from the boat that happened by.&nbsp; Only problem with that was that she has as of a walk back as she had going forward that she pushed on.<br><br>"Yay secret beach!" Amor heard from ahead and mustered a slightly less enthusiastic “yah,” under her breath.&nbsp; At least until she crested the ridge and saw the deep blue caldera spread out before them.&nbsp; Amor gave a little whistle at the view.&nbsp; She would have stood there for a time enjoying the natural beauty of the place but her companions were already scrambling down the switch back path.<br><br>“Wait for me!” she called and hurried after the lovely roommates that were already on the move.&nbsp; The sight of the water gave her legs a renewed energy and she followed along, a hand ghosting over the rope that protected them from a long fall.<br><br>Amor was the last one to plop lightly into the warm volcanic mud.&nbsp; As careful as she was she still sank ankle deep into the mud and carefully pulled her feet free with a squelchy sucking sound.&nbsp; CJ was still trying to disentangle her limbs from the mud when Amor pulled herself free and she looked up just in time to see Chloe’s modest sized breasts pop free of the mud and her bikini.&nbsp; The delightful liaison did seem to mind at all and neither did Amor.&nbsp; Muddy streaks accentuated the primal feeling that pervaded the secret beach and the carnal thoughts swimming around Amor’s head.<br><br>“No I think you meant her boobs.” Amor laughed and moved to help CJ to her feet figuring she would need a little leverage to extricate herself from the warm muck.&nbsp; While leaning down Amor let one of her hands squish into the warm ground coming away covered in volcanic earth.<br><br>“You look like a Polynesian warrior princess,” Amor laughed admiring CJ’s body openly.&nbsp; “Here let me help finish the look.” She offered an with her muddy fingers adding three diagonal streaks to each of CJ’s cheeks and one slowly drawn from her lower lip to the tip of her chin.<br><br>“There.&nbsp; I think that does it,” Amor stepped back to admire her handy work.&nbsp; “I wouldn’t mind be captured by you.&nbsp; What do you think, Sarah?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>11-01-2017, 02:48:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ord1-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s640x640/sh0.08/e35/c0.134.1080.1080/14574012_982395588548950_7888146217257926656_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTM1MzExNjc2NjUyODM4MzY1NA%3D%3D.2.c)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi + Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts (both open)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Behaving! ... Kinda?... Nope.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Gabriel's arm snaked around her to pull her closer and Charlie gasped with the suddenness of the movement. The sharp intake trailed off into a low chuckle however as he replied to her comment. The cocky grin, the possessive hold, it was right up Charlie's alley and if she'd still been feeling any reluctance it evaporated right then and there when he pushed at her hoodie. Her hands released the jacket and slid instead to his shoulders. The sudden baring of her breast to the open air made the peak tighten even further but it was the look in Gabriel's eyes as he watched her face, the way he angled his head, and the press of those sinful lips to her flesh that made her clutch at him. And she'd thought she was a tease.<br><br>"Oh gawd..." she breathed, her teeth biting down onto her lower lip when his hand cupped her and his lips found that needy little tip. At first she though he intended only to tease her again with that first press of lips but he took it with tongue and teeth as well in play that arrowed straight from the tight little bundle of nerves in his mouth to the one between her thighs. Every scrape of his teeth, the heat and warmth of his mouth, seemed to echo lower in her body making her squirm and press her breast more firmly into his mouth. When his hand slipped down to grab onto her ass well, Charlie finally regained enough of her breath to moan for him.<br><br>"If this was what you wanted you could have just said so..." She offered, as if he could have had it all along. <br><br>Her nails scraped lightly over the spread of his shoulders as she urged him on, wanting him to take as much as he pleased. She felt the press of his now unrestrained cock against her and she moaned again, this time her body wiggling with a more direct purpose. She couldn't see it but feeling it press so intimately against her was enough to plant thoughts of riding him right here right now square in her mind. Her pussy, already growing wetter with every tug to her nipple, clenched eagerly in anticipation of that thick shaft's penetration. She could only nod as he asked his question, her brain not quite cooperative enough to allow her to speak her response on the first try though the moment his mouth switched sides she groaned, "Oh yes, please more."<br><br>Though tempted to close her eyes and simply bask in the sensations he was giving her, Charlie kept her eyes open, watching the way his mouth worked over her breast, her flesh disappearing between his lips. She wanted a chance at the reverse too, to have his flesh disappear between her lips, though there was no laughter this time. Reaching between them pulled her body slightly away from his but the trade off was that her fingers found the fat head of his cock and wrapped around it. Squeezing gently but firmly she twisted her hand around that blunt tip, compromising since a full on stroke would pull her nipple from his lips and she was a little too greedy to give that up just yet. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>15-01-2017, 05:28:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 |12 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lagoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg), sun hat (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Seajade_sun_hat.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Homoerotic groping<hr><br>"That feels nice." Hands wiped down her hips and rendered her like an unfinished woman still being sculpted from the wet clay. Except for gigglign with Sarah, she made a placid canvas for fingerpainting. Amor, she felt, did not go far enough. Choe Ja lowered herself back into the mud. It was terrifying at first to imagine herself sinking in, too sluggish with volcanic ash to uproot, but lying prone she did not sink at all. A depression for her backside ensured she felt the warmth of the earth where it mattered, tugged lazily at her bikini bottoms, not stealing them, but leaving her disheveled, mid-strip.<br><br>It was heavy to move. Choe Ja breathed through her mouth as she looked from Sarah to Amor, too much exerted to hide her excitement. Why lie to herself or to them? She rolled to her front, bedroom eyes, streaked flesh, a veneer as thin and supple as water over her nudity. "Uh oh! Sexy beach bodies." Lazily but with the advantage that everyone was equally stuck, she reached out to capture Amor. Crushed to her for stability, with a wandering finger she wrote along the line of Amor's ribs. "I'm hiding a secret message under your big breasts where you can't see."<br><br>It was only for Sarah's eyes and her own:<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Eatmetext.gif)<br><br>"This is the way to the treasure," she told Sarah. "Follow me and we can split it, sixty and forty." Holding on was slippery, though escape, practically impossible. She slid with every shift of weight, Amor's or her own, but climbed restlessly back with the occasional pant of tropical heat. "I get more, because I like treasure so much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>15-01-2017, 17:05:39</strong>
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				<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/66/10/cc/6610cc4a82b1677c537816936a5d00aa.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Guest <br><strong>Date | Time: </strong> Midmirning (10am)| August 2nd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golf course area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Button down shirt and jeans<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> The game continues&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>He had to be careful not to be caught with the walkie. Javier could do subtle, this was proving to be a fun little exercise with some pretty fun benefits. While he was familiar with the game, he didn't play often enough to be considered good at the sport. Luckily it didn't seem like it would matter as she confessed to not playing, at least that was what she led him to believe. "So, I was thinking we play a few holes, if you go past par, you remove an item of clothing. If you don't, then you get anything you want from me....within reason. What do you say?" Javier explained the game, one that could potentially end with her walking around the course naked within a few rounds. <br><br>"Ohh and no bullshit, hats, belts, socks, all that doesn't count doll." He chimed in quickly before lowering the volume on the walkie and slipped into a passing group of golfers. A good amount of people were starting rounds which meant there was plenty of spectators to both watch an impromptu strip show as well as hide among them. <br><br>The first hole was simple, even Javier managed to get under par on it and it seemed the majority of people could also. He was keeping an eye on his mystery girl but was positive it was the same for her. The difficulty ramped up on the next one, Javier over by a stroke which meant he had failed, had Charlie? As she finished up, he made contact. <br><br>“If you are over par, let’s lose that top of yours, everything from the waist up, it has to be very constricting.” He explained, her last chance to back out presented, otherwise she would be moving on. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>16-01-2017, 01:32:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 12 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 7<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pink Bikini (https://www.google.com/search?q=pink+bikini&amp;source=lnms&amp;tbm=isch&amp;sa=X&amp;ved=0ahUKEwj84-Kwr8nQAhWHjFQKHW4tDCkQ_AUICCgB&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=704#imgrc=vcW7C7J0G72uBM%3A) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Homoerotica<hr><br>Sarah watched as Amor painted her warrior princess. "Oh, yes, Amor, I think that's just the right touch." The words were just out of her mouth when the idea of right touch took on a new meaning of its own, CJ suddenly moving forward, the warrior princess fulfilling her prey's wish for capture. And as she wrote the message, the mood suddenly changed. Maybe not changed so much but evolved towards its logical conclusion - after all, it was hard to deny the sparks that had gone back and forth between Amor and CJ ever since the two first crossed paths. And now Sarah realized that she wasn't just along for the ride. And more importantly, she discovered how <em>exciting</em> it was to be in the middle of this. Despite being immersed in hot water and increasingly engulfed in warm clay, she shivered.<br><br>"Sixty-forty, huh?" she asked as she walked, and then, as the clay took her deeper, crawled towards the pair. "Well, considering the beauty of the treasure... forty percent would be enough for any woman, so I gladly accept." She slid along and allowed the caldera to claim her top reaching out to grab Amor from the other side, painting her back with a heart that extended from one shoulder blade to the other and then planting a soft kiss just above the heart's top, where the spine hit the nape of her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>16-01-2017, 03:18:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/a82c765825910b1ef32335b9b094d391/tumblr_numj4tmSWm1rpwuzno1_1280.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time: </strong> Mid-morning (10am)| August 2nd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golf course area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something along these lines but in black and white (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fd/64/11/fd6411869ce8fd0b34b70cfd2df23529.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mystery Man (Javier)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Following directions...</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Charlie hadn't known what to expect when the game off golf had come up. However, ever the good sport she'd simply gone along with the spirit of the game, figuring that the unpredictable nature of this game was what made it worth playing. She could have opted to do something safe and familiar, sure, but she could do that anytime. This was a chance to truly be surprised and potentially be well rewarded for her participation. Plus, Charlie was always up for a good dare.<br><br>Still, even though she was down to participate she truly hadn't expected to be challenged to something quite so... exhibitionist. Part of her was shocked, which she didn't hide. "You mean... strip golf? In public?" She didn't know if he was close enough to see her at that moment but her eyebrow arched skeptically. Or course, aside from the shock there was also that part of her that experienced a trill of excitement. She knew little to nothing about golf other than what she recalled from some PE unit back in middle school so the odds felt stacked against her and yet...<br><br>"Anything I want, eh?" Always a tempting offer and enough of a lure for her to agree to continue. Hell, if she ended up naked what were they gonna do? Arrest her?! On an island where people could end up screwing at the drop of a hat she highly doubted it. It might get her banned from golfing but, eh, she didn't expect to end up out on this course again anyhow.<br><br>That last stipulation though... Charlie realized she could end up naked rather quickly. She wasn't wearing that much to begin with considering she was dressed for a sunny day on the course. Apparently her mystery man was a cheeky s.o.b. out to get her naked but then that was kind of what she liked that about him.<br><br>The first hole was easy. Ridiculously so considering it was the first ball she'd ever gotten to truly take a whack at. A couple practice swings during the wait time before she actually tee'd off were enough to figure things out...though she was cheating on the grip thing cuz, hell no. The second hole though... well, she was standing there running her tongue over her teeth when the walkie on her hip crackled to life.<br><br><em>“If you are over par, let’s lose that top of yours, everything from the waist up, it has to be very constricting.”</em><br><br>She could only laugh and shake her head. There were a few people glancing her way curiously but Charlie simply took a deep breath and pulled her shirt up and over her head. She had on a bra of course but she left that alone for the moment. <br><br>"Not quite that restricting. Besides, if I loose all of it that quickly, I'll be naked on the very next round." She replied over the walkie, still amused. "Or is that what you were aiming for?" <br><br>Folding her top she tucked the end into her belt so that it hung at her side out of the way then moved to her clubs. More eyes came her way, lingered. There were whispers too but she was fine. She even winked at one younger guy who couldn't stop staring. Her bra was on the nicer side, black, and lacy, but didn't shove her tits up under her chin or anything else crazy so she was good as she listened for mystery man's reply and set off for the next hole. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>16-01-2017, 18:57:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/280full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 2:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Secret Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> NSFW (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/Dawn-Jaro-Nude-11.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ and Sarah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Homo Erotica<br><hr>All pretenses of coyness fluttered away in the sultry warmth of volcanic earth and feminine flesh.&nbsp; Amor’s body trembled in delight at the sensation of fingertips along her caramel flesh.&nbsp; She very much wanted to glance down at the message written across her skin, but the press of Sarah’s body against her back drove all curiosity from her mind in a haze of pleasure that followed the gentle caress of Sarah’s lips against her back.&nbsp; Amor’s mud caked hand reached back to stroke Sarah’s outer thigh leaving streaks of her own against Sarah’s pale skin, encouraging her to continue.&nbsp; <br><br>Amor’s hand snaked up to untie the top of her bikini, freeing her large breasts from the thin vail of fabric that concealed them.&nbsp; The lower tie was tangled below Sarah’s light frame out of reach and forgotten in the heat of tropical passions.&nbsp; Amor nuzzled long black locks away from CJ’s neck and placed a probing kiss against the revealed contour while Sarah explored her back, neck and shoulders.&nbsp; She would be their treasure, an object for their desire to please them however they wished and she would love every moment of it. She pressed her breasts against CJ’s, well aware of how they drew her curiosity and arousal and let mud smear across them.&nbsp; Warm breath washed over CJ’s neck in a light moan at Sarah’s ministrations. <br><br>There treasure was waiting and willing to be claimed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 00:34:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/18/3c/cf183c3e2503e0310868d145c619a541.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest&nbsp; <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> jeans, sort of<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> stuff<hr><br>Every little sound she made added to his hunger to taste more of her, and when that moan rang out in the stillness around them he groaned onto the nipple in his mouth and gripped her ass that much harder. When he moved over to the other breast, her little <em>'oh yes, please more'</em> inspired thoughts of her pleading for more things, none all that far out of reach considering how this was moving. She caught him off guard though, sneaking her hand down between them and grabbing the tip of his cock. <br><br>Gabe closed his eyes for a moment and a low moan hummed from his lips where they remained firmly on her skin. His teeth closed gently on the tight nipple and then he released that hold to suckle on it in rhythm with the twist of her hand. His own hands moved from her ass and waist to either side of her shorts. He tugged at them, confident she wouldn't move away from him, until the small piece of clothing moved down her thighs. He couldn't be bothered to check if they dropped past her knees or not, he had better things to explore. <br><br>Looking up at her again, he kept her nipple trapped in his mouth as if his lips were attached to her breast until he'd slid his hand between her thighs. The moment his long fingers stroked her pussy lips, he let go of her nipple and replaced the hold of his lips with a teasing flick of his tongue. His wrist touched her forearm and it was oddly hot to feel the movement of it there too. The temptation to push his finger between her lips was seriously hard to resist, but there was that little word she had breathed out so sweetly earlier, so he just stroked back and forth in slow decisive motions. <br><br>Ideas formulated, clashing ones of tasting her and burying his cock in her, but either would mean abandoning her nipples and that... That was not happening yet. She responded so eagerly to it when he sucked and toyed with the taut little nubs, he wanted to find out how far could he push her that way.&nbsp; Since his right hand was busy, gently stroking her pussy lips, he moved his lips back to her right breast and toyed with the left with his free hand. He cupped the full breast, massaged it firmly, trapped the nipple between two fingers and rolled it, twisted it, tugged it. All the while echoing it with his mouth on the other side, grunting and moaning lowly at her reactions and her payback. He ached to fuck her, more with every movement of her hand, but ignored it for just a little bit longer. "More?" He asked and paused for a moment to push his finger between her lips at the very top of her pussy, circling it softly onto her hooded clit, watching her intently for reactions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>19-01-2017, 02:31:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 |12 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lagoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini bottoms (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Lesbian mud kissing<hr><br>"Where did we stop before? We were kissing."<br><br>This one was still a modest, tight tag to Amor's lips. A purse's breadth apart, meeting in pecks, leaving the mouth yearning for more. She studied the shape of Amor's mouth for her next cue, excited, shuddering, rubbing firm her slick chest against the muddy slip over and under and across tender nipples. Arms wrapped around to squeeze the mud from between their bodies, and there she found Sarah's fingers drawing. Playing. Shoulder to shoulder to shoulder, she kissed Sarah, too. "Mm~"<br><br>Kissing someone new came with its own hummingbird energy. A shivering exhale tickled across Sarah's mouth, small, pretty, already formed in the purse she loved to kiss. It had tormented her til now as pleading to be kissed, and she couldn't be satisfied easily. Hands searched for bikini straps to grasp for leverage, but found only bare breasts, now streaked with handprint. There were Amor's lips again, ah! Her thighs hugged around a toned leg. "So fit."<br><br>Before Amor had been a canvas of bare skin. Now her fingers traced through the mud over and over, painting different whorls across globes which overflowed her hands. Lathered fingers smoothed down Amor's form, tight to the muscle, petting, searching for the thong of her bikini bottoms. There. Her reedy fingers slipped down the back, against the press of Sarah's body, and followed Amor's naked tailbone.<br><br>Choe Ja's mouth stayed pursed, but the pink curl of her tongue made an appearance. She offered it with trepidation to Sarah and Amor alike and at once, knowing how it would tingle unbearably, but a witness of the kisses in Pacific pornographies: outside the mouth, on the tip of the tongue, voyeuristic and obscene and mutual soft submission, suiting three just as easily as two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>20-01-2017, 02:23:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 12 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 7<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pink Bikini Bottom (https://www.google.com/search?q=pink+bikini&amp;source=lnms&amp;tbm=isch&amp;sa=X&amp;ved=0ahUKEwj84-Kwr8nQAhWHjFQKHW4tDCkQ_AUICCgB&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=704#imgrc=vcW7C7J0G72uBM%3A) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Homoerotica<hr><br>Sarah felt herself drawn in, pulled both physically and emotionally as curious hands searched and probed the tangle of bodies immersed in the mud. CJ's lips found hers, the sensation of the kiss sending her heart aflutter and her body shaking. Her hand reached around to find her roommate's sweet body, stroking down the side even as she pressed further into Amor's. She accepted Chloe's proffered tongue, opening just slightly, even as she was led in turn to Amor's mouth as well, giving Sarah her first experience in kissing two women simultaneously - an experience which she decided that she quite enjoyed.<br><br>As she continued on the journey of mutual discovery, Sarah noted with pleasure the enticing differences between the two - CJ small and slim, with delicate facial features and small pert breasts, Amor more voluptuous, her generous curves pressing into Sarah's own willing body, her nerves tingling on every content with her soft warm inviting flesh. "Almost like a dream..." she murmured, adding, "if it is, don't wake me..." The erotic joys she derived from both women were enhanced by their surroundings. The damp, humid air, the warm water coursing over them, the sensation of the mud on her skin. She sent an adventurous hand around Amor's thigh, arriving at CJ's hip, playfully tugging down the fabric it found there, completing the job that the mud had already initiated.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Great Outdoors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-01-2017, 19:16:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/66/10/cc/6610cc4a82b1677c537816936a5d00aa.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Guest <br><strong>Date | Time: </strong> Midmirning (10am)| August 2nd<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golf course area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Button down shirt and jeans<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> The game continues&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>"I was hoping you would be naked by now, but I think this is more fun." Javier, aka the mystery man, replied from the safety of his obscure location. That location was almost in plain sight, in a small group of guys who happened to bundle together since they didn't have a group themselves. They were content with drinking, talking and moving on seemingly unaware of the secret game at hand. Once the shirt came off, Charlie quickly began to gain attention. Most were subtle but a few were more than happy to gawk before being told to play on. That was the beauty of the golf course, she would get attention but people had to keep moving. Off course she was becoming the center of attention and that was a thrill in itself for Javier. <br><br>"Well damn, had I known you walked into my closet, I would turned the lights on, damn girl." He complimented, his own accent hinting a little about him if she actually cared. "I guess, we can keep playing, next round, I want those shorts." He spoke before moving on, keeping ahead of her enough to watch her but hopefully remain a mystery to her. <br>
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