Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History
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				Title: <strong>Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 04:42:38</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">Welcome to the History Thread. <br><br>Go back in time. <br><br>Relive those experiences, good and bad. <br><br></span></span><div align="center">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsOPVCK745I</div><br><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></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | If I could turn...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 04:42:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Rules and Regulations</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list" style="list-style-type: decimal;"><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">As expected, all of Elliquiy's rules (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98632.0) apply here.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Do not OOC in the IC. OOC in the OOC. In addition, leave the smut for IC. It does not belong in the OOC.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Please permit people to respond to you before posting again. If the scene is dragging on, the GM will let you know if it is permissible to skip someone.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">I understand mistakes happen. However, please attempt to use proper grammar and punctuation within posts.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Characters are not their writers. Writers are not their characters. Please remember the difference. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">It goes without saying that god-modding or using OOC knowledge is not permitted. If someone god-modes your character, send them a message to discuss and potentially edit their post. Please remember that everyone has a different definition of god-modding so the act might not have been intentional. If an issue cannot be resolved between writers, please include the GM. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The tag header is mandatory, not optional.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Please write in a third person, past tense narrative. All posts should be 300 words or more. No exceptions.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Any NSFW gifs or pictures must be linked.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">If an issue cannot be solved between players, the GM will make the final ruling. GM final decision is law.</span></li></ul><br><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 | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 02:49:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/Jesse_Williams_black_jacket_2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - ship's medical doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/12 | evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> UK<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, white collared shirt, black jacket, jeans, sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Griffin Spencer was Okello Okanjo's friend from medical school.&nbsp; The two recently graduated and had the summer off before their internships.&nbsp; Griffin was visiting and staying at his parents, so Okello went to pick him up from there before going with him to a pub around the corner.<br><br>He knocked on the door.&nbsp; For some reason, he felt like he was being watched.&nbsp; He didn't see anyone anywhere, so he listened closely.&nbsp; He thought he heard a voice.<br><br><strong>"Oy!&nbsp; Answer the door!&nbsp; It's my friend from school!&nbsp; I'll be down in a minute!&nbsp; And don't act like a weirdo, you... weirdo!"</strong><br><br>Eventually, the door opened.&nbsp; But instead of his friend Griffin, there was a different version of Griffin.&nbsp; A female, teenage, lanky, awkward version of Griffin.<br><br>Okello spoke first.&nbsp; After growing up in South Africa, then France, then the UK, Okello spoke multiple languages and knew how to do accents for each of them.&nbsp; Recently, he had been working on his English with a French accent.&nbsp; He spoke with a bit of a staccato rhythm.<br><br><strong>"Ah, <em>bonjour</em>.&nbsp; I am looking for Griffin.&nbsp; My name is Okello.&nbsp; We go to school together.&nbsp; We <em>went</em> to school together.&nbsp; Is... is zhis zhe right house?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Ah, then, you must be Griffin's sister.&nbsp; Hailee, yes?&nbsp; Griffin has mentioned you.&nbsp; And I saw your picture on his desk.&nbsp; Zhere is a resemblance."</strong><br><br><strong>"So, tell me, Hailee.&nbsp; You are in school now?&nbsp; And what grade are you?&nbsp; What age is that?&nbsp; What do you think you want to do when you graduate?&nbsp; Be a doctor like your brother and me?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 03:37:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Guilherme_Leao_2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/17 | mid-day<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a ship during a cruise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Andres had just finished a snorkeling excursion and he had a few hours to kill before having to start the next one.&nbsp; He headed to the deck for a meal and a drink.<br><br>Rumor had it that there was a hot new waitress working there, and Andres wanted to see her for himself.<br><br>He talked to his co-worker who was hosting the restaurant and made sure he ended up in the new girl's section.<br><br>He held the menu up to use as cover while he checked her out.&nbsp; She was already living up to her reputation.&nbsp; She was gorgeous.&nbsp; 5'7", blue eyes, blond hair.&nbsp; She was the epitome of the all-American girl.<br><br>Eventually, it was his turn to be approached by her.&nbsp; Andres put the menu down and closed it as he looked up to her and gave her a big smile.&nbsp; He spoke with a Brazilian accent.<br><br><strong>"Hello, there.&nbsp; Just so you know, I am an employee, not a guest.&nbsp; You do not look familiar.&nbsp; I would definitely remember you.&nbsp; Is today your first day?&nbsp; My name is Andres."</strong><br><br>Right behind Andres was a poster on the wall, advertising his high dive off the mast of the ship into the pool below during the aqua theater show.&nbsp; <br><br>Next to that poster was another one, advertising his snorkeling and SCUBA diving classes and excursions.&nbsp; <br><br>In the first poster, he was shirtless, wearing a speedo, in the middle of a dive in mid-air.&nbsp; <br><br>In the second poster, he was also shirtless, also wearing a speedo, and wielding a trident while underwater.<br><br><strong>"Have you heard of me?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 12:46:28</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> May 1, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a beach near where the ship has docked<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Indira Quinn <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Andres generally enjoyed his job, but he was not feeling good about leading this particular group on a snorkeling excursion.<br><br>His co-workers were talking about some of these guests.&nbsp; From what he's heard, they seemed to be more trouble than they were worth.<br><br>This group was made up of three hetero couples.&nbsp; All the women were friends from college and they all recently graduated.&nbsp; And all of their boyfriends were the insanely jealous, possessive type. <br><br>It was a dangerous mix.&nbsp; Typically, the women would be attracted to Andres and act flirty with him.&nbsp; Typically, the men would somehow be offended by that and blame him for it.<br><br>But there was hope, and her name was Indira Quinn.&nbsp; He didn't recognize her at first - she was usually wearing something more formal, like a jacket and a skirt, in her professional capacity as a director on the ship.<br><br>But now she was coming at him wearing nothing but a bikini and a big smile on her face.<br><br><strong>"Indira!&nbsp; Well, everyone, it looks like our director, Indira, will be joining us for our snorkeling excursion."</strong><br><br>The group didn't seem that thrilled.&nbsp; The women might have been disappointed, since Andres would get paired up with her.&nbsp; And the men didn't seem to care, except to check out Indira's body.&nbsp; <br><br>But Andres was thrilled.<br><br>He pulled her aside and whispered to her.<br><br><strong>"Thank goodness you're here.&nbsp; I have a bad feeling about this group.&nbsp; Are you here to keep an eye on them?&nbsp; To make sure they are behaving with me and each other?"</strong><br><br>Deep down, Andres wished that Indira was there to keep an eye on himself, to make sure he was misbehaving with her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 19:31:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/snitchseekerrpg/images/3/3e/Model-Elsa-Hosk-Victorias-Secret-Clothing-VS-Angel-03.jpg)</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> 8/1/12 | evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parent's house outside London<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;----&nbsp; Black shorts, pink sweat shirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Okello <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Copious amounts of awkward<hr><br><strong>"Shut it you prat!&nbsp; 'm not your damn butler!" </strong><br><br>Despite her annoyed response Hailee was already moving toward the door, her bare feet thudding down the polished wood stairs in an odd syncopated pace as she bounced lightly upon each third step.&nbsp; She jerked the door open with perhaps a bit more force than strictly necessary, an annoyed breath blowing some of her less than orderly blonde hair out of her face.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mouth opened to say something, no doubt some kind of generic greeting, but no sound came out; her lips still parted in a slightly perplexed expression. <em>THIS </em>was Griff's school mate?&nbsp; He was talking, she registered the sounds, the low pleasing tone of his voice colored by an accent that she couldn't fully place.&nbsp; It was entirely possible her brain short-circuited for a second and Hailee had to shake her head, trying to clear it and pull her eyes up from where shoulders nicely filled out that dark jacket to focus on his face.&nbsp; Not better.&nbsp; No, if anything those silvery colored eyes made everything worse and she found herself blushing, red creeping upward from her neck across lightly freckled cheeks.<br><br><strong>"Oh, yeah, right house.&nbsp; And right again. 'm Hailee.&nbsp; Come on in." </strong>&nbsp; Yay!&nbsp; She did it.&nbsp; Real full sentences.&nbsp; Disjointed to be sure, but she was still counting this as a win.<br><br><strong>"Okello..'s an unusual name.&nbsp; I bet you hear that a lot though so lets just pretend that I didn't say it okay?"</strong> She led the way into the living room beyond trusting that he would shut the door after himself and not bothering to relock it since he and Griffin would be leaving soon.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"It should be noted that you should never believe anything Griff tells you, especially about me.&nbsp; He's a terrible liar, and quite frankly I think he might be a little bit .. special."</strong> There was undeniable affection in her baseless warning and she offered him a quick grin over her shoulder before moving aside and gesturing toward the couch.&nbsp; <strong>"May as well have a seat.&nbsp; It takes him awhile to get pretty!"</strong><br><br>She flung herself onto one end of the couch, long tanned legs bending, twisting until she curled up more seated lotus pose than indian style with her feet pointed upward.&nbsp; For all its oddness she looked comfortable.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll be year twelve, so 've got a bit before I have to start thinking about 'what I want to be when I grow up'.&nbsp; For sure not a doctor though.&nbsp; I've seen all of those books they make you guys pour through.&nbsp; No thanks.&nbsp; And then the whole blood thing? I don't like, pass out or anything, but it makes me a little .. iffy, ya know?"</strong>&nbsp; She deliberately left off answering the age question and just set about the very serious task of watching him, wide blue eyes flicking down to his hands, back to his face, shoulders, to the jeans that she was very much a fan of, all while managing to not actually make direct eye contact.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 22:04:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/rachelweisz1.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> January 5th, 2011 | Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pierre, Penthouse.&nbsp; NYC<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Not sure yet, working out her options! At least one little black dress. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas <strong>Mentioned:</strong> The Bastard (James)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Being a bitch, and a little flirting for good measure<hr><br>"Well then, at least he had the good grace to send one of the pretty ones. Come in please."&nbsp; With a small shrug she opened the hotel door wider making room for him to slip inside the room before closing it with a gentle click.&nbsp; <br><br>The front desk had called to tell her of his arrival.&nbsp; One Mr. Thomas Malcolm from Floshton Inc.&nbsp; Briefly she wondered if he'd actually introduced himself like that or if he'd simply handed over his business card.&nbsp; Either option was amusing to her.&nbsp; Shaking her head she turned to face him noting that the simple lines of his suit didn't look out of place even in the opulent backdrop of the sitting room of The Pierre's penthouse suite.&nbsp; Reassuring.&nbsp; For a moment there she thought James was going to be an asshole and send over a janitor or some such to field her questions about the newest marketing campaign.&nbsp; But no, this one looked competent enough.&nbsp; <br><br>If anything SHE was the one underdressed for the occasion.&nbsp; Her feet were bare save for sheer black stockings and before she turned he could see that the back zip of the black sheathe dress she was wearing was only half done.&nbsp; Erica wasn't a contortionist, getting the zipper pulled together between one's shoulder blades could be a tricky job and not one that she'd managed to finish before hearing his firm knock on the door.&nbsp; Ahh well.<br><br>The meeting wasn't exactly scheduled.&nbsp; She'd called her ex to calmly discuss what she saw as legitimate concerns over the new focus on themed cruises/vacations in the company.&nbsp; There were rational arguments to be made about brand building and meeting customer expectation, not just 'whatever the fuck we feel like it being this week'.&nbsp; And, as things usually did between them, things disintegrated quickly to him being a 'stubborn ass' and her 'a controlling bitch'.&nbsp; <br><br>Knowing that she wasn't about to let this go and that nothing productive could come from the two of them talking longer he'd offered to send over someone with 'more details'.&nbsp; And lo and behold here was Thomas, a full ten minutes before she'd expected him even with afternoon traffic.&nbsp; Impressive.<br><br>"Sorry Thomas .. I can call you Thomas right? I'm not having the best of days.... drink?"&nbsp; The question seemed to be more for her than him because she was already turning and padding across the floor toward the small bar area where a bottle of wine was open, her glass next to it already partially emptied. The doors to the next room, the bedroom were flung wide and he could see a series of other black dresses laid out across the wide bed there.&nbsp; Contrary to James's firmly held beliefs she didn't come into the City just to be a pain in his ass, there was an art exhibit that one of her friends/clients had invited her to later in the evening and she was clearly in the middle of getting ready for the event.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 05:50:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tvgcdn.net/rovi/showcards/feed/581/thumbs/30974581_1300x1733.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Waitress<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 08/01/17&nbsp; |&nbsp; Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a ship during a cruise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White starched shirt, black slacks, black apron<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr><br>Scribbling down the next lunch order, Randi Lynn smiled as she gathered up the couple’s menu’s.&nbsp; “And would either of you like to start off with a soup or salad?”<br><br>Except for spilling a cup of coffee in the kitchen earlier that morning, things were going pretty smoothly for the new hire as she was starting to find her groove as the newest hire on the wait staff.&nbsp; She had worked as a part-time waitress in a little café back home in Brownwood, busting her ass to make extra money to help pay the bills and one day, go back to school.&nbsp; So she knew a little something about how to be friendly with a little side of flirtiness to get her the best tips.&nbsp; <br><br>When the attractive gentleman sat down at one of her tables, his arrival hadn’t gone totally unnoticed.&nbsp; Oh no.&nbsp; Her sparkly blue eyes slid to one side as she took a covert glance at the ruggedly handsome man wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, his thick black hair wetly slicked back.&nbsp; <em>He couldn’t be the ship’s captain, could he?</em>&nbsp; She had overheard some of the women talking about how attractive the Captain was, and she was more than curious to meet him for herself to see what all the fuss was about.<br><br>As she made her way on over to his table, he flashed her a sexy, boyish grin the size of Texas.&nbsp; It was the kind of smile that could make a girl’s knees turn to jelly.&nbsp; He introduced himself, and immediately Randi knew he wasn’t the Captain, but indeed, another fellow employee.&nbsp; She greeted him in return.<br><br>“Well, hello…<em>Andres</em>”.&nbsp; His accent was every bit as sexy as he was.&nbsp; Randi grinned and pulled out the order pad and ink pen tucked away in her apron pocket.&nbsp; “It’s actually my second day, so… go easy on me, okay?", she teased him with a little wink.<br><br>“I’m Randi Lynn.&nbsp; And no, I don’t believe we’ve met, either.&nbsp; I’d certainly have remembered that awesome accent of yours!”&nbsp; She tried to keep her eyes focused on his, but a few times they dropped down to take a quick inventory of his upper torso, noting the fine chiseled chest and rock hard abs.<br><br>“I’m sorry, I haven’t had the chance to meet many of the other employees yet, but…what is it you do here on the ship?&nbsp; Let me guess:&nbsp; <em>Lifeguard?</em> ”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 06:16:22</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> May 1, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Very basic white 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">This was about business. Her job as director kept her well supplied in desk work, it was true, but there were always things that required her personal attention. Usually she allowed the various supervisors under her to see to their departments, she had worked to establish that trust with her subordinates, but she always felt more comfortable if she could see things for herself every once in a while. Which was the reason she'd shed her blazer and skirt and had donned a simple white bikini. <br><br>Indira herself would have gone with a one piece herself but a trusted friend had sabotaged her in providing the two piece instead of the requested swimwear. She'd almost skipped out on the lesson. Thankfully, while it did show quite a bit more skin than usual, it wasn't absolutely ridiculous. It actually covered more than her underwear and because of that reason alone she'd allowed herself to be shooed off the ship and down to the beach to take a gander at none other than Andres Oliveira and his much whispered about lessons.<br><br>Smiling widely in attempt to appear ever the professional, Indira resisted the urge to tug at the top of her suit as she approached the small group. She was keenly aware of the swing of several pairs of eyes in her direction and the various looks that spawned from the realization that she intended to join them. Inwardly she could only chuckle. <br><br>"Hello everyone." She waved to the group. "I had a gap in my schedule today and, well, in three years on the ship I've never once gone snorkeling. I figured it was time to correct that. Especially since Andres here gets such great reviews." <br><br>She could see the cattiness practically welling up inside at least one of the women already but before she could even attempt to dispel it she found herself being tugged aside. "One moment folks."<br><br>She glanced at Andres and instantly realized she was probably a little too close to him but she wouldn't start awkwardly shifting now. Even if looking up at him from this angle reminded her quite sharply of some of the things she'd overheard from some of the younger staff members. Turning toward him slightly so that their conversation could remain largely between the two of them her brow lifted in question. "What sort of bad feeling? Do you think they shouldn't go out for some reason?" <br><br>It didn't occur to her that he could be speaking of potential drama. She'd never been the sort to go for that kind of stuff and it always confused her when others started such things for utterly foolish reasons. Then again, in the hospitality industry such things did often have a tendency to spill over from guests to the staff. Indira didn't intend to allow any such thing to happen while she was present. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 14:23:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/Jesse_Williams_black_jacket_2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - ship's medical doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/12 | evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> UK<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, white collared shirt, black jacket, jeans, sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Okello followed Hailee into the house.&nbsp; He closed the door behind him and entered the living room.&nbsp; He looked at her from behind.&nbsp; She was so slim, almost too slim.&nbsp; The possibility of her having an eating disorder crossed his mind.<br><br><strong>"Well, being a doctor is not for everyone, Hailee.&nbsp; Sometimes I wonder if I have made a mistake.&nbsp; It is a lot of work, and I am only now realizing that I would rather be traveling zhe world or hanging out on zhe beach.&nbsp; <em>C'est la vie</em>."</strong><br><br>Okello noticed her checking him out as indirectly as possible, and he also noticed that she did not tell him her age, so he did some quick math.&nbsp; He was 26, as was Griffin.&nbsp; Griffin said he had a younger sister, and Okello thought he remembered him saying he was 10 when she was born.&nbsp; <br><br>Hailee said she was in Year 12, which was typically 16 or 17 years old.&nbsp; The age of consent was 16, but she was still far too young for him to consider having a fling with, ignoring the complication of her being his friend's sister.<br><br>Still, he wanted to know for sure, and she would be the best source to confirm that.<br><br><strong>"Ah, Year 12.&nbsp; I shuffled back and forth between England and France and had mostly private tutors.&nbsp; So, zhat would make you... 15 years old?"</strong><br><br>Okello was big on bedside manner, and that included being able to get the truth from a patient.&nbsp; Sometimes, instead of asking directly, it was better to offer a lie.&nbsp; The defense would be to tell the truth, and not necessarily come up with another lie.<br><br>Griffin came down soon after.&nbsp; <strong>"Let's go!"</strong>&nbsp; He was out the door before Okello was.<br><br><strong>"It was nice meeting you Hailee."</strong><br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Hours after midnight, Okello used Griffin's key to get them into the house.&nbsp; Griffin was stumbling and slurring, and Okello intended to put his friend to bed.&nbsp; Okello tried to keep them quiet to avoid disturbing his Griffin's parents and sister, but Griffin was talking nonsense and bumping into things.<br><br>He put Griffin to bed, then started walking out of his room.&nbsp; He saw Hailee, there, or who he thought was Hailee based on the silhouette.<br><br><strong>"Ah, Hailee.&nbsp; <em>Je suis désolé</em>.&nbsp; I'm sorry.&nbsp; Did I wake you?&nbsp; <em>Excusez-moi</em>."</strong>&nbsp; Okello was not nearly as drunk as Griffin got, but he had a nice buzz going.<br><br><strong>"I should go.&nbsp; If you please, to lock the door behind me?&nbsp; I will sit on the porch while I wait for a cab."</strong><br><br>His French accent was less pronounced now, but still present and obvious.<br><br>Somehow, he wasn't sitting on the porch alone.&nbsp; He was sitting on the porch with Hailee.<br><br><strong>"You know, Griffin and I, we were talking to these two ladies at the bar.&nbsp; They seemed to take a liking to us, but Griffin was mixing shots with beer.&nbsp; Actually, I think they both liked me, because I was... speaking with zhis accent... The plan was for me to bring him here and then for me to go back to the bar.&nbsp; But I would rather sit here with you than be with them in their flat."</strong><br><br><strong>"Earlier, you mentioned my name is unusual, which it is, at least over here.&nbsp; But I think my background is much more interesting.&nbsp; I was born in Johannesburg, in South Africa.&nbsp; My mother was white, and my father was black.&nbsp; It was a time of segregation and apartheid.&nbsp; Me, being mixed, me being <em>born</em>, was a crime."<br><br>"One time, I went to a store, and I heard a white store owner talk about me, saying in Afrikaans, a form of Dutch, 'Look out for the black.&nbsp; Make sure he doesn't steal anything.'&nbsp; So I turned to him and said in perfect Afrikaans, 'Or make sure he gets the help he needs so he can buy something.'&nbsp; The owner was apologetic.&nbsp; He said he didn't mean me, just the other blacks."<br><br>"Another time, a bunch of black men followed me and spoke in their Zulu tongue, 'Let's surround this white guy and take his money.'&nbsp; So I was scared, but I turned around to them and said back in their Zulu tongue, 'Hey, don't take my money.&nbsp; But if you find another white guy, let's all together go rob him!'&nbsp; They had a big laugh, and they left me alone."<br><br>"I wish I knew the point of these stories.&nbsp; Perhaps it is that language affects how people think of you.&nbsp; How they hear you determines how they see you.&nbsp; If you speak in their language, you're one of them.&nbsp; If you speak with their accent, you're one of them.&nbsp; And if you speak with a different accent, you're exotic.&nbsp; That's what so much is about, Hailee.&nbsp; <em>Communication</em>."</strong><br><br>The cab arrived.<br><br><strong>"Thank you for listening to me, Hailee.&nbsp; It was so nice meeting you.&nbsp; Perhaps we will meet again someday.&nbsp; <em>Bonsoir</em>, Hailee."</strong><br><br>He stood up and opened his arms for a hug.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 15:00:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Guilherme_Leao_2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/17 | mid-day<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a ship during a cruise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br><em>"Well, hello... </em>Andres<em>."</em><br><br>He liked the way she said his name.&nbsp; Actually, he liked the way all women said his name.&nbsp; It sounded exactly like the English word, "undress," and he imagined it in two contexts - what he made a woman want to do for him, and her telling him what he wanted him to do to her.<br><br><em>"It's actually my second day, so… go easy on me, okay?</em><br><br><strong>"Sure, if that's what you really want."</strong><br><br>And the game between us is on, thought Andres to himself.<br><br><em>"I'm Randi Lynn.&nbsp; And no, I don't believe we've met, either.&nbsp; I'd certainly have remembered that awesome accent of yours!"</em><br><br>There was a lull in the conversation.&nbsp; It was not an uncomfortable one, at least to Andres.&nbsp; Andres noticed her eyes go down to his chest a couple of times.&nbsp; This was fine with him, because it gave him a chance to admire her figure.&nbsp; Even though she was fully clothed, he could still imagine her bust and belly underneath that starched shirt and her hips behind that apron.&nbsp; He had been admiring her rear earlier, too.&nbsp; Those black slacks hugged her shapely bum so nicely.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; I am from Brazil.&nbsp; Though I do have to say..."</strong>&nbsp; He tried to copy one of the accents from his favorite TV series that was part sci-fi, part Western, and it all came out a big mess of South American and Southern American.&nbsp; <strong>"Y'all have the sweetest little accent I ever did hear."</strong>&nbsp; He smiled.&nbsp; <strong>"I like the way you speak, too.&nbsp; I could listen to you talk <em>all</em> day about <em>anything</em>."</strong><br><br><em>"I'm sorry, I haven't had the chance to meet many of the other employees yet, but…what is it you do here on the ship?&nbsp; Let me guess:&nbsp; Lifeguard?"</em><br><br>She was funny.&nbsp; He liked that.&nbsp; He enjoyed sarcasm.<br><br><strong>"Close, but not quite."</strong>&nbsp; He leaned in closer, then whispered. <strong>"I'm the pool boy."</strong><br><br>He looked past her.<br><br><strong>"Just so you know, your boss is watching, but... I'm not ready for you leave yet.&nbsp; So... how about you tell me all about today's specials?"</strong><br><br><div align="center">***</div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Guilherme_Leao_2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/17 | late afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a ship during a cruise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Hours later...<br><br>Well, that was disappointing.&nbsp; Andres was all ready to take a bunch of college girls out for a snorkeling trip to some nearby coral reefs, but he was just informed that their heavy night of drinking rendered all of them needing a day to recover.<br><br>Still, at least he had the banter he had with Randi Lynn earlier that day to remember fondly.&nbsp; He invited her for this excursion, but she said she had to work the lunch and dinner shifts.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 21:02:55</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> May 1, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a beach near where the ship has docked<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>"It may be nothing.&nbsp; It's not something I wouldn't be able to handle, but I have to be on top of things besides the guests, and they can become a distraction.&nbsp; But I think they'll be fine with you here.&nbsp; You being their distraction."</strong><br><br>All three of the male guests were checking out Indira.<br><br><strong>"But I'm glad you're here.&nbsp; I just wish it was without them."</strong><br><br>On the boat, Andres was giving his usual tour speech, looking among the guests throughout it, focusing on Indira at the end.<br><br><strong>"These coral reefs have been around for thousands of years...&nbsp; With the explosion of the human population, our technology has caused massive damage to the environment...&nbsp; These reefs are deteriorating rapidly, and your children will not see what you will be seeing...&nbsp; But you're here now, and you get to enjoy it while it is also still here... It's a lesson, take the opportunities now, don't let life pass you by, don't put things off."</strong><br><br>In the water, Andres paired up with Indira. The couples followed along.&nbsp; Andres was leading the way, but he was putting on a swimming show, too.<br><br>He moved quickly through the water, constantly changing depths, spinning around his own body, and doing loops in the water.&nbsp; Anyone would be able to see him through their goggles and the clear water.<br><br>Occasionally, Andres came up for air to give an explanation and a plan.&nbsp; Once, he swam all the way to the rear of the group to check on the last swimmer and give him a chance to catch up.<br><br>But the grand finale of the underwater show with Andres was when the manta rays came.&nbsp; They swam up to him like he was an old friend, then allowed him to hold onto them as they swam even faster than he could.<br><br>After everyone was back on the boat, Andres broke out the alcohol.&nbsp; He only drank water and only served alcohol-free drinks to Indira.&nbsp; When they arrived at the dock, The guests and the crew left, leaving Andres and Indira.<br><br><strong>"Have a seat, Indira.&nbsp; I want to ask you something."</strong><br><br>He pulled out two bottles of mixers.<br><br><strong>"Pina colada or mojito?&nbsp; And no more virgins on board.&nbsp; We're both off the clock."</strong><br><br>He started making drinks.<br><br><strong>"So, how did you like me?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 23:05:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/laura_vandervoort/laura_vandervoort_me_in_my_place_photoshoot_for_esquire_cxCBMXzi.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Waitress<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 08/01/17&nbsp; |&nbsp; Late afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a ship during a cruise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Boyshort bottoms and a gray, loose fitting top<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr>As it turned out, the <em>pool boy</em> was actually the ship's scuba diving instructor.&nbsp; Although it was his physical appearance that had impressed her initially, discovering that he was an ex-Olympian diver for the Brazilian dive/swim team made her sit up and take further notice of the young man who possessed such a devilishly handsome smile.&nbsp; Before Andres left the dining hall, he extended her an invitation to join him and others for a beginner’s excursion that was scheduled that very evening.&nbsp; Regretfully she had to decline, explaining she was on schedule to work the entire evening shift, but she asked if she could have a rain check.&nbsp; Randi had taken scuba diving lessons several years ago at a dive center in Texas and was already PADI certified.<br>&nbsp; <br>As luck would have it, the new girl was pulled from that evening’s shift.&nbsp; There was some mix up on her new hire paperwork, and a lady from HR needed her to come in and straighten it all out.&nbsp; &nbsp;With her newly acquired downtime, she decided to find the hunky dive coach and tag along with the excursion planned for that evening.<br><br>As she approached him, she noticed he was all alone with a look of disappointment on his face.<br><br>“Hey Teach!&nbsp; Where’s the others?&nbsp; Don’t tell me they’re already ditching your classes?”, she smirked.<br><br>“I got the evening off and decided to come see you in your element, being as you’ve seen me in mine”.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 11:45:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Guilherme_Leao_2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/17 | mid-day<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a ship during a cruise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br><em>"Well, hello... Andres... Let me guess:&nbsp; Lifeguard?...&nbsp; Andres... Let me guess... Andres... Let me... Andres... Let me undress... Let me undress... Undress me... Undress me... Hey Teach!&nbsp; Where’s the others?&nbsp; Don’t tell me they’re already ditching your classes?"</em><br><br>Andres jumped a bit, then turned.<br><br><em>"I got the evening off and decided to come see you in your element, being as you’ve seen me in mine."</em><br><br><strong>"Randi Lynn!&nbsp; You came.&nbsp; I was just thinking about you, and here you are.&nbsp; I should think of you more often."</strong><br><br>He looked at the empty boat.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, my group bailed out on me.&nbsp; Too much to drink, not enough sleep.&nbsp; It is too bad.&nbsp; I would have liked to go out.&nbsp; But you are here!&nbsp; Were you just going to swing by and say hi?&nbsp; Or were you going to come join us?&nbsp; I would be happy to still go out, but it would be just the two of us, if that's alright."</strong><br><br>His eyes couldn't help but roam her body.&nbsp; He really liked how those purple boyshort bottoms looked on her, how they showed off her figure and hugged her hips and somehow accentuated her trim waist.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 15:08:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cd/71/cf/cd71cf4c5d1d9828c58921831f9282f7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> July 14th, 2018 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Falling into bed, Aaron's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Significantly less than she was a few minutes ago.&nbsp; Some thigh highs and an ill fated skirt. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aaron <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Sexy Times.&nbsp; People be naked! Avert your eyes innocent flowers. Consentual, hot but not especially high on the kink scale.<hr><br>There was an ominous rattle, then a thud behind them as Erica and Aaron made their way down the narrow hallway.&nbsp; Did he have pictures on his walls?&nbsp; She couldn't exactly remember.&nbsp; It was hard to think about much of anything, let alone interior design when his mouth moved against hers like that and she finally won a victory over the last button of his shirt.&nbsp; There was at least one casualty along the way, part of her brain had registered a slight ripping sound and then a ping of a button flying off.&nbsp; Ahh well. Her low sound of approval was muffled by the tight press of lips as she spread the pristine white fabric, hands tracing along the defined lines of his stomach then around to his lower back where her nails pressed in slightly as though attempting to pull him closer still.<br><br>A trail of clothing lay behind them.&nbsp; Shoes kicked off haphazardly, a tie and jacket, her own top which draped drunkenly across a floor lamp in the corner of the living room. <br><br>She'd had good intentions at the beginning of the night.&nbsp; Aaron had been right with his observation earlier that week.&nbsp; They really didn't do much together outside the bedroom.&nbsp; She'd been operating under the assumption that he wouldn't WANT to go to the charity events and parties that she most often found herself invited to, nor was she really looking to explain him to her friends and co-workers.&nbsp; And he .. well .. she didn't really know what Aaron did when he wasn't at work and they weren't together.&nbsp; Bad Erica. But tonight at least she'd made an effort!&nbsp; Dinner reservations, black tie, very adult and public thank you very much.<br><br>In retrospect she should have had him meet her at the restaurant instead of picking him up at his place, because no sooner had he opened the door than all her good intentions went straight out the window.&nbsp; It should have been a quick kiss of greeting, which soon turned to her body pressed up along the line of his and his hands slipping down along her lower back. "I don't want food..."<br><br>He seemed to agree, and the door swinging shut as the moved back into his apartment was a death knell on the idea of dinner.<br><br>Upon reaching the bedroom she urged him back onto the bed, having already dealt with his belt and the fastenings of his pants she used the momentum of him moving to tug downward, pulling the slacks and whatever was underneath them to mid thigh.&nbsp; There would be time to take those off later, for now she was quick to follow him down onto the bed, crawling up over top of him so that one stocking clad knee was spread to either side of his waist.&nbsp; <br><br>There was little preamble or finesse as her hands moved down, one tugging the already damp satin of her panties to the side, the other wrapping around his cock to guide him into place.&nbsp; There would be time for teasing and skill later (multiple nightly sessions, one of the distinct advantages to having a younger lover!) but for now she simply wanted him inside her.&nbsp; Back arching, her moan reverberating through the darkened room, she sank on to him, inch by delicious inch while inner muscles happily clenched around him in greeting.&nbsp; <br><br>When finally she was seated fully her hips rocked in slow firm circles, savoring feel of being so perfectly filled. God yes... so much better!.."&nbsp; With this being an option why would they ever actually do anything else? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 22:20:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://skirtday.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/laura-vandervoort-in-me-in-my-place-photoshoot-for-esquire-13-580x435.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Waitress<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 08/01/17&nbsp; |&nbsp; Late afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a ship during a cruise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Boyshort bottoms and a gray, off the shoulder, loose fitting top<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr>Randi couldn't hide the grin tugging at the corners of her lips when Andres admitted he had been thinking about her.&nbsp; Although she wasn’t going to admit it to him, she found herself thinking about him, too, which was strange because, Andres really wasn’t her type.&nbsp; Oh, he was hot alright, with his movie star good looks and hard body.&nbsp; But she had already decided that he was probably more of a playboy, enjoying conquests, using his good looks and job position to lure the ladies under his spell and out of their bikini bottoms.&nbsp; But she was okay with that.&nbsp; She certainly wasn’t looking for a relationship.&nbsp; They would be friends, and nothing more.&nbsp; So what would be wrong with two friends going out together on a boat, exploring the majestic ocean?&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; <br><br>But of course, she couldn’t let his comment go unnoticed.&nbsp; <em>Ohhhh noooo</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;Without hardly a pause, she gave him a little quip comeback as she leaned over the railing directly above him.&nbsp; It was part of her charm, after all.<br><br>“You were thinking about me?&nbsp; <em>Really?</em>&nbsp; And what, pray tell, were you thinking?”&nbsp; She moved around the rails and took the few steps down towards the landing where he stood, a mischievous expression adorning her face.<br><br>“Wait!&nbsp; Let me guess:&nbsp; You were thinking:&nbsp; <em>I should have left that girl a bigger tip!</em>”&nbsp; Her grin widened as she extended an open palm towards him.&nbsp; “You know, we could remedy that right now”, she teased.<br><br><em>“Yeah, my group bailed out on me.&nbsp; Too much to drink, not enough sleep.&nbsp; It is too bad.&nbsp; I would have liked to go out.&nbsp; But you are here!&nbsp; Were you just going to swing by and say hi?&nbsp; Or were you going to come join us?&nbsp; I would be happy to still go out, but it would be just the two of us, if that's alright."</em><br><br>She felt bad that his class got cancelled.&nbsp; It was obvious he was really looking forward to it.&nbsp; In just the short time she had gotten acquainted with Andres, the one thing she did know for certain about him was that he loved being one with the water.<br><br>“You’re asking if I would pass up an opportunity for some “one-on-one” coaching from a <em>world class Olympic competitor</em>?” <br><br>Randi began finger-combing her long, blonde hair back, bringing it up and securing it in a messy bun on top of her head.&nbsp; “I was never one for crowds anyway.&nbsp; I’m game if you are!”<br><br>Reaching for his hand, she let him help her onto the small boat.<br><br>“Besides, I’ll probably not have another evening off in a long time to come.&nbsp; I should take advantage and make the most out of it, right?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 02:13:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Guilherme_Leao_2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/17 | mid-day<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a ship during a cruise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br><em>"Wait!&nbsp; Let me guess:&nbsp; You were thinking:&nbsp; I should have left that girl a bigger tip!&nbsp; You know, we could remedy that right now."</em><br><br>When she put out her hand for payment, he slapped her palm with his.<br><br><strong>"There, I gave you five!...&nbsp; I was just thinking about... some stuff you said earlier, kept bouncing around in my head.&nbsp; That is all, Randi Lynn."</strong><br><br>Along with you undressing for me or me undressing you, thought Andres.<br><br><em>"You’re asking if I would pass up an opportunity for some “one-on-one” coaching from a world class Olympic competitor?"</em><br><br><strong>"Oh, you saw that?&nbsp; Have you been looking at me, Randi Lynn?&nbsp; Are you stalking me?"</strong><br><br>Andres winked at her as she fixed her hair up and exposed that lovely neck he wanted to plant kisses on.<br><br><em>"I was never one for crowds anyway.&nbsp; I’m game if you are!"</em><br><br>Again, he reached for her hand, this time grasping it in his instead of slapping it.<br><br><em>"Besides, I’ll probably not have another evening off in a long time to come.&nbsp; I should take advantage and make the most out of it, right?"</em><br><br><strong>"Yes, I agree completely, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; You should definitely take advantage of me."</strong><br><br>He smiled at her.<br><br><strong>"Did I use that phrase right?&nbsp; Do you know what I mean?&nbsp; English is a crazy language, and I still have so much to learn.&nbsp; Do you speak other languages?&nbsp; Maybe I can teach you my language, Portuguese."</strong><br><br>Andres started up the boat.&nbsp; They didn't go very far.&nbsp; In no time they were geared up for snorkeling and they were in the water.<br><br>There was plenty of coral and fish of all shapes and colors to see.&nbsp; There wasn't much talking but there was plenty of gesturing.&nbsp; Andres pointed out things to look at.&nbsp; He brought an underwater camera with him, but most of the time he was taking pictures of Randi.&nbsp; But he also gave her the camera to take pictures of him.&nbsp; And he put the underwater camera on a selfie stick for more pictures of the two of them together.<br><br>Back on the boat, Andres prepared some drinks for them and went through the pictures with her.&nbsp; <strong>"You know, usually the ship charges extra for these, but I'll give you a nice Portuguese-speaking employee discount.&nbsp; You just have to pass the test.&nbsp; So repeat after me.&nbsp; <em>Me beije</em>.&nbsp; Like this.&nbsp; 'Me bay jee.'&nbsp; You can also say 'bay jeh me.'"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 05:37:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0169acf2b41053510793-a17828a56d1fe6987c3860aa718002a9.r21.cf3.rackcdn.com/6873_f2fb64dc-17a0-4222-bbf0-291c8ef070d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Junior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> January 5th, 2011 | Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pierre, Penthouse.&nbsp; NYC<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue suit and tie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Mr. Richards<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Flabberghastedness<hr><br>The blue suit. It matched his eyes, someone had told him, made them sparkle, offsetting the gentle tan that he had acquired the old-fashioned way, as well as accentuating the golden stubble that touched his face despite the fact that he had shave just that morning. He looked sharp, clean, business-like, and he looked like he was going to a business meeting, despite the lateness of the hour and where he was going. And they wouldn't exactly be wrong to think so, he mused, stepped smoothly out of the cab and paying the driver. It wasn't your regular kind of business meeting, but it was business, and it was a meeting. <br><br>And he suddenly felt like he was the new guy again, brought onto a new team, standing in front of said team presenting his ideas for the first time.<br><br>The divorce involving their boss and his wife had been stuff of legend even before he'd started with Fhloston. It hadn't been helped by the fact that the wife had been one of the major stock-holders in the company. The whys and wherefores of the whole thing had been the subject of speculation around water coolers at the office. Some said that she had cheated on him, others that he had cheated on her, others still that they had both cheated on each other and finally decided to call things quits. What was known was that both were on poor terms with each other, and neither would let go of their shares in the company in order to avoid the other. Like two mountain goats, they were destined to be butting heads for a long, long time.<br><br>Which was why his heart had sunk when, as he was packing his stuff up and heading home, Mr. Richards had entered his office, handed him a fistful of sheets concerning the holiday season ad campaign, and told him to present it in as convincing a way as he could to a major stock holder that was in town.<br><br>Oh, and bee-tee-double-u, that major stockholder happened to be his ex-wife and he would be meeting her at her penthouse. Bye!<br><br>Fuck.<br><br>Thomas adjusted his tie, well aware that he was being used a pawn in the games that the two were notorious for playing, but still being a Junior in his division, he didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. Mr. Richards told him to jump, he just jumped. Maximum height was implied. He handed his card to the receptionist, saying that he had an appointment with the guest in the penthouse. A quick call and a nod after, and he was in the elevator, adjusting his tie again. The car was air conditioned, but he still felt a gentle trickle of sweat slipping in between his muscular shoulder blades and trailing down his spine. He tried to look like he did this sort of stuff all the time, and he rapped the door with his knuckles.<br><br>He resisted the urge to frown when she make a quip about him being 'one of the pretty ones'. Not exactly professional of her, he mused, stepping inside. Speaking of professional, should he call her Mrs. Richards? Ms. Everett? Certainly not by her first name. He slipped in past her, trying not too look too closely at the woman that was about three-quarters of the way dressed. He apreciated beauty in all it's forms, but appreciating this particular morsel would likely cost him his job, if not by her hand, than by the hand of her ex. <br><br>Fucking office politics.<br><br>"Ah," He paused, his eyebrows knitting as he adjusted his grip on the briefcase that he was carrying, his free hand idly coming up to run over his jawline," Thomas is fine. Malcolm will do as well, Ma'am" His tone made it clear which he preferred," Your..." Husband? Ex-husband? Not relevant," Mr. Richards," He saved quickly," Asked me to give you a rundown of what we have planned for this year's summer campaign. I'm heading it, which is why I suppose he asked me to..."<br><br>He paused again, and shook his head," A... water for me, thanks," Way to compromise, buddy," Anyways, there have been some promising results last year when we employed a similar perspective, but it was a compromise. I think with us going fully into the early twenties to mid thirties demographic, we'll have a better chance of attracting the clientele that will be more likely to provide secondary sources of revenue," Bar purchases and the like. Aaaand she wasn't paying attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 06:55:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/snitchseekerrpg/images/3/3e/Model-Elsa-Hosk-Victorias-Secret-Clothing-VS-Angel-03.jpg)</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> 8/1/12 | evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parent's house outside London<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;----&nbsp; Black shorts, pink sweat shirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Okello <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr><br><em>"So, zhat would make you... 15 years old?"</em><br><br>Ouch.&nbsp; Her nose wrinkled and she leaned back away from him on the couch. He may has well have physically struck her, at least judging from her reaction.&nbsp; "I'm sixteen thank you very much!"&nbsp; the words were laced with all the teenage indignation that she could muster.&nbsp; She was actually kind of relieved with Griffin came down about a minute later, saving them from the awkward silence that had begun to stretch between them.<br><br>Fifteen?&nbsp; Really?<br><br><hr><br>Her tiff lasted well into the evening, though calling her parents who were on a quick holiday to Scotland, through half a bag of marshmallows which were her go to comfort food, through three episodes of The Gilmore Girls.&nbsp; It was dire indeed ... at least until she came to the realization that a year probably didn't make all that much of a difference to someone like Okello.&nbsp; He and Griff had finished medical school for Christ's sake.&nbsp; He probably looked at her and saw ... what? Some kid.&nbsp; An even more depressing thought that.&nbsp; If she hadn't already binged she'd have broken out the marshmallows again.<br><br>The sound of the pair of them making their way up the stairs later that night woke her from the light edges of sleep and curiosity drawing her out of her own room just in time to see him putting her already kind of snoring brother into bed.&nbsp; Lovely.&nbsp; &nbsp;Shaking her head she offered him a quick smile, "no, not really.&nbsp; Don't apologize.&nbsp; You lugged that idiot all the way up here.&nbsp; I should be thanking you instead!"<br><br>Trailing behind him Hailee shivered at the cool night air.&nbsp; Alcohol had made him talkative, and she was more than happy to let him speak without trying to interrupt.&nbsp; After all he'd chosen to spend the rest of his night here with her instead of availing himself upon the company of two accessible female bar patrons.&nbsp; The last thing she needed to do was make him regret that by opening her mouth at the wrong time.&nbsp; And so she just kind of smiled and nodded along.<br><br>When finally his cab showed up she bounced to her feet.&nbsp; She was just a few inches shy of six feet, so she didn't have to raise herself up on her toes or anything like that, if anything she slouched into the hug, curling into the warmth of his chest even as her arms slid around his trim waist.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you.&nbsp; For sharing all that. For bringing my brother home.&nbsp; Just ... Thank you."&nbsp; Lips brushed his cheek and she squeezed tighter.&nbsp; "I hope we meet again too!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 08:07:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/g7gXA0P.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Waitress<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 08/01/17&nbsp; |&nbsp; Late afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Returning to the ship after a snorkeling excursion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Boyshort bottoms and a gray, off the shoulder, loose fitting top<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr><em>"Yes, I agree completely, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; You should definitely take advantage of me."</em><br><br>She laughed and shook her head.&nbsp; “You're not being taking advantage of when you're more than willing, Teach!”&nbsp; She wondered what Andres would think about her if he actually knew the truth of her situation.&nbsp; That it had been a long dry spell for the Texas girl as far as getting any action in the romance department.&nbsp; Three and half years to be exact.&nbsp; But she wasn't willing to share that little tidbit of information with him (not just yet, anyway).<br><br>“Unfortunately, no.&nbsp; I don't speak any other language, just English. And sometimes I don’t speak that very well.&nbsp; But it would be cool to know another language fluently.&nbsp; Like French.&nbsp; You know..."The language of love.”&nbsp; She waggled her brows over at him in a very unsophisticated way, cracking herself up.<br><br>She short boat ride out to the cove was relaxing in and of itself.&nbsp; They spotted a couple of fishermen along the way, and waved hello to each of them.<br><br>Having donned the the appropriate gear, Randi Lynn and Teach dove right on in.&nbsp; The water was perfect for snorkeling:&nbsp; crystal clear, the visibility damn near perfect.&nbsp; He took pictures of her under the water, in one, she gave him the Texas "hookem horns" sign, and in another she crossed her eyes.&nbsp; So <em>classy</em>!&nbsp; Andres had a selfie stick which enabled them to shoot a few pics of them together.&nbsp; After an hour or so, they were both tired and climbed back up onto the boat and got ready to head back to the<em> Mother</em> ship.<br><br>She sipped on a cold beer while they sat together looking through some of the pics.<br><br><em>"You know, usually the ship charges extra for these, but I'll give you a nice Portuguese-speaking employee discount.&nbsp; You just have to pass the test.&nbsp; So repeat after me.&nbsp; <strong>Me beije</strong>”.</em><br><br>She crinkled her nose up at him at first.&nbsp; “Say <em>what?</em>&nbsp; I can’t speak Portuguese.&nbsp; I told you I can barely speak English.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or should I say “Texan”!”&nbsp; He didn’t flinch or try to back down.&nbsp; He was seriously waiting on her to speak Portuguese back to him.<br><br><em>“Like this.&nbsp; <strong>'Me bay jee.'</strong>&nbsp; You can also say 'bay jeh me.'"</em><br><br>She chuckled a little before finally attempting the phrase, trying her best to mimic the sounds he had made, but only slower.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Meeee baayy jeeeee”.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 08:49:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dHmEUfxoMc/SOqqOY6N1jI/AAAAAAAAAGI/T-Cnskxmz6g/s1600/jenry19.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> What's your character's name? <br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> July 14th, 2018 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aaron's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Practically nothing.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica <strong>Mentioned:</strong> -<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Sexy Time<hr><br>He couldn't be blamed for this, right? This was supposed to be a moment of significant progress, but that just didn't seem to matter at all when his lips touched hers and her luscious little body collided into his. Suddenly, he was thrust into this state of intense longing, and nothing really seemed to matter aside from the contact between the two. He slid muscular arms around her, holding her close to him as they kissed with an uninhibited passion. Her words to him, when their kiss finally broke, were enough for him to assign a jolly 'fuck you' to their evening plans.<br><br>As she tore away at his clothes, he did the same to hers. Her top and bra gotten rid of, his coarse, strong hands slid down her back to grope her perfectly curved ass through her skirt. They'd done this dance plenty of times before, and yet in never grew any more graceful. He heard the button rip off his shirt, heard it clack against the hardwood floor. At the moment, he couldn't give less of a shit about it. <br><br>He grinned as he fell back onto the mattress, his expression taking on a more devious look as she tugged at his slacks and boxer briefs. His cock stood stiff and proud in the darkened room, and luckily wouldn't go long without attention. She all but pounced, straddling him and quickly guiding him inside of her. A low groan of pleasure escaped his throat as he felt his cock slowly delve deeper into her heated sex, stretching her inner walls in its exploration. Fuck, it felt so good inside her. The way she clenched around him sent shivers up his spine. A heady cloud of lust was overtaking him, and nothing else really mattered. <br><br>His hands slid along her thighs, up her skirt, to rest on her hips as they gyrated with an almost hypnotic sensuality. "You got that right..." He replied with a smirk before moving in to kiss her full, painted lips--well, mostly painted. Some smearing had occurred-- with a lustful aggression. He began to guide her hips with his hands, bringing her to grind against him, his length sliding in and out of her at an increasing pace while their lips collided.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 14:55:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Guilherme_Leao_2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/17 | mid-day<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a ship during a cruise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br><strong>"Very good!&nbsp; <em>Excelente</em>.&nbsp; You are making the right sounds.&nbsp; Now rhythm - just not so slow.&nbsp; Not so... exaggerated.&nbsp; Natural.&nbsp; '<em>Me bay jee</em>.'"</strong><br><br>He held his own chin and repeated it correctly.&nbsp; Then his other hand went to her chin, to feel the rhythm of her chin going down and up.&nbsp; He adjusted his position so that instead of sitting beside her facing the same direction, he was sitting beside her facing the opposite direction.&nbsp; His right thigh was pressed up against her right thigh.<br><br>Then he took his hand off his own chin and put her hand on his chin.&nbsp; He took turns saying the phrase with her.<br><br><strong>"<em>Me bay jee</em>...&nbsp; <em>Me bay jee</em>...&nbsp; <em>Me bay jee</em>."</strong><br><br>After a while, she seemed to have it right.<br><br><strong>"Okay, now we build on that.&nbsp; '<em>Me beije suavemente</em>.'&nbsp; Me BAY jee, swa va MEN chee."</strong><br><br>After that, another one.<br><br><strong>"'<em>Me beije agora</em>.'&nbsp; Me BAY jee, a GOR ah."</strong><br><br>He let her practice that some more.<br><br><strong>"To some, the language of love is not French, but Portuguese.&nbsp; You are learning quickly, but there is much more to learn.&nbsp; You are a good student, and I would love to teach you.&nbsp; Keep practicing.&nbsp; <em>Me beije suavemente.</em>&nbsp; <em>Me beije agora.</em>&nbsp; Three more times, if you please.&nbsp; You speak beautifully."</strong><br><br>He leaned toward her a bit, letting her say it closer to his ear.<br><br><strong>"Mmm.&nbsp; Like music.&nbsp; Do you know what you are saying?&nbsp; It means 'Kiss me softly.&nbsp; Kiss me now.'&nbsp; If you say it again, it's not for practice, Rand Lynn.&nbsp; It is for real."</strong><br><br>His fingers traced from the top of her hairline to her temple, then to a strand of hair that he tucked behind her ear.&nbsp; He traced her jaw to her chin, then leaned in closer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 20:45:06</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> May 1, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Very basic white 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">Indira chose to let Andres take the lead. This was his lesson after all. If he said he could handle it then she would back him with both confidence and trust. Though she wasn't sure about herself being any sort of distraction. His last words to her unsettled her, however, leaving her standing a moment too long with the edge of her polite and professional mask having slipped ever so slightly. <br><br>Was he... was he flirting with her?<br><br>There was no time to ponder that question however. The group moved and Indira hopped into gear. She gave the whole of her attention to the task at hand, which was an evaluation of Andres and his snorkeling excursion. Though at some point the almost clinical manner in which she had intended to approach the situation switched to one of complete immersion. And enjoyment.<br><br>Simply put, Andres was good at what he did. He was knowledgeable, engaging, and aware, and yes, he knew how to put on a show. Being paired with him wasn't a hardship at all and Indira found herself subject to the same awe and laughter as the couples that had booked the event. Overall it was indeed a memorable outing and the potential trouble never seemed to gain footing. By the end of it the women were talking and laughing with her and mean had seemed to relax some as well. The group departed in quite good spirits and Indira was forced to silently add her seal of approval to Andres. The recommendations and various whispers were, for the most part, well deserved. There were other whispers of course but those Indira would not be seeking to prove or disprove. At least not today--no, wait. Not ever. Some lines simply could not be crossed.<br><br>Indira was not opposed to conversation however, so when the request was made, she took a seat and sighed. "Something you want to ask me?" Interest colored her tone as she reached up to run a hand carefully through her still wet hair. <br><br>The switch to alcoholic drinks was an unexpected one and one she knew better than to accept. Of course, knowing better was not always much of a help. The excitement of the day was still coursing through her and admittedly she felt at least a superficial camaraderie Andres for the time being. Enough that she could eek past her usual rules and restrictions. <br><br>Biting her lip she considered briefly. "Mmm... mojito?" She leaned back in the seat she had claimed and crossed her legs. Already she was starting to feel a chill from being out in the open air after swimming. It had felt good at first, sort of invigorating, but now it was edging over to just plain chilly. A drink would help with that. <br><br>Still, she was as comfortable as could be expected for the moment so it was open amusement which greeted Andres' question, a bright white smile emerging. "How did I like you? I mean, you were okay." She mimed a nonchalant shrug then laughed. "No, actually I thought you were very good. I could see why I was hearing so much about you." She realized how that might come off and added, "Your snorkeling and SCUBA excursions I mean," just for clarification, though her smile didn't falter.&nbsp; </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 01:23:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZvizYMPAEaU/UcyNjvVEMZI/AAAAAAAA-lA/eMng7BpmcAA/w506-h343/Laura%2BVandervoort%2B2.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Waitress<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 08/01/17&nbsp; |&nbsp; Late afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a ship during a cruise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Boyshort bottoms and a gray, off the shoulder, loose fitting top<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr><br>Randi Lynn tried to focus in on Andres’ mouth and lips while he exaggerated the correct pronunciation of the words he was teaching her to say.&nbsp; &nbsp;Whether it was intentional or unintentional, he was knocking <em>adorable</em> right out of the ball park!&nbsp; She enjoyed seeing this side of him.&nbsp; Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized she was sitting there with a goofy grin on her face, looking somewhat like a love-struck school girl crushing on the class hottie, but again…she didn’t care.&nbsp; She giggled each time he moved his hand back and forth between them, first touching his chin and then reaching over to touch hers while she repeated the words.&nbsp; She had no clue what they meant, and didn’t think to ask him.&nbsp; &nbsp;But she was having fun, and that was all that mattered.<br><br>&nbsp;"Me bay jee...&nbsp; Me bay jee...&nbsp; Me bay jee."<br><br>“Me BAY jee, swa va MEN chee."<br><br><em>"To some, the language of love is not French, but Portuguese.&nbsp; You are learning quickly, but there is much more to learn.&nbsp; You are a good student, and I would love to teach you.&nbsp; Keep practicing.&nbsp; Me beije suavemente.&nbsp; Me beije agora.&nbsp; Three more times, if you please.&nbsp; You speak beautifully."</em><br><br>His words brought the faintest of blush as she continued to repeat the words, rather softly, once, twice, three times.&nbsp; With each time, she felt him leaning in closer…and closer…and closer still.&nbsp; <em>Am I leaning in too?</em> she thought to herself.&nbsp; She felt the warmth of his breath fan across her face when he spoke.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Mmm.&nbsp; Like music.&nbsp; Do you know what you are saying?”</em><br><br>She shook her head slightly.&nbsp; “No, I don’t.&nbsp; What does it mean?”<br><br><em>“It means 'Kiss me softly.&nbsp; Kiss me now.'&nbsp; If you say it again, it's not for practice, Rand Lynn.&nbsp; It is for real."<br></em><br>As he tenderly tucked her hair behind one ear, Randi wet her lips with the tip of her tongue just before repeating the phrase once more, but only this time, she knew full well what she was saying, what she was asking him to do, and what it was she wanted.&nbsp; She wanted to feel those sexy lips of his against her own. <br><br>“Me beije suavemente.&nbsp; Me beije agora.”<br><br>As their lips touched, Randi’s soft hand slid against his thigh.&nbsp; A light brush of her fingertips danced across his skin as they tasted their first kiss, letting it build into an excursion all its own...&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 02:04:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Guilherme_Leao_2.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> 8/1/17 | mid-day<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a ship during a cruise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Right when Randi's hand landed on Andres' thigh, his own hand moved up her arm to the side of her face.<br><br>Their lips touched, but Andres only let that happen for a moment.&nbsp; He pulled back just enough to be out of the reach.&nbsp; He smiled at her, then darted in, planted a quick smooch right on her lips.<br><br>He paused for a moment, then pressed his lips onto hers again.&nbsp; His other hand was going up her other arm, and on the third kiss he was half-cupping, half-caressing her jawline.<br><br>Using his hands on her face, he kept her still as he backed up then again leaned in for another kiss.&nbsp; Then he moved her away while his head stayed still before bring her back in for more.<br><br>His touch was firm, but gentle.&nbsp; He was leading her like he was on the dance floor with her.<br><br>Andres' right arm reached around Randi to pull her closer.&nbsp; His left hand ran through the hair on the back of her head.&nbsp; He gave it a gentle tug to make her tilt her head up.&nbsp; His lips brushed against her neck, placing a dry kisses.&nbsp; He opened his mouth and licked up the dry kiss, then sucked on her skin before moving elsewhere on her neck to do it again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 02:41:00</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> May 1, 2018 | 3:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a beach near where the ship has docked<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>"How did I like you? I mean, you were okay."</em><br><br>Andres raised his eyebrows and dropped his jaw, pretending he was insulted.&nbsp; He watched Indira give her mock shrug, particularly the way the swells of her breasts created more cleavage in her white bikini top.<br><br>He shrugged right back at her, as if in agreement that he was just okay.<br><br><em>"No, actually I thought you were very good. I could see why I was hearing so much about you.&nbsp; Your snorkeling and SCUBA excursions I mean."</em><br><br>He served her one of the two mojitos he made.&nbsp; He put a little bit extra alcohol in hers.&nbsp; She seemed relaxed and he liked seeing her that way.&nbsp; But he also just liked seeing her in general.<br><br><strong>"Oh, why, thank you, Indira.&nbsp; I appreciate that, especially coming from you.&nbsp; Everyone on the ship just loves you.&nbsp; Employees and guests.&nbsp; You're always getting things done and helping people out.&nbsp; Really just making it possible for everyone to succeed.&nbsp; I am happy you are on the ship.&nbsp; And I am happy you are on this boat!"</strong><br><br>He raised his glass to hers.<br><br><strong>"To you... running a tight boat.&nbsp; Tight boat?&nbsp; Is that how you say it?"</strong><br><br>He did another aping of her shrug, then took a sip.&nbsp; Maybe she would shrug back and give him another little show unknowingly.<br><br><strong>"Are you hungry?&nbsp; I can make you a nice romantic dinner.&nbsp; And by dinner I mean snack."</strong><br><br>He got up and went behind the counter.&nbsp; After washing his hands again, he put some stuff on a tray, then brought it to Indira.&nbsp; There was strawberries, whipped cream and chocolate.&nbsp; And a lit candle.<br><br>Andres dipped a strawberry into the whipped cream and took a bite.&nbsp; He rolled his eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"Mmm.&nbsp; So good."</strong>&nbsp; He finished it off then picked up another strawberry.<br><br><strong>"Chocolate?&nbsp; Whipped cream?&nbsp; Or plain?"</strong><br><br>His intention was to prepare a strawberry for her, then hold it to her mouth so she could take a bite of it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 03:32:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/rachelweisz1.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> January 5th, 2011 | Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pierre, Penthouse.&nbsp; NYC<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Not sure yet, working out her options! At least one little black dress. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas <strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> alright a lot of flirting <hr><br>"Oh gods no, definitely not 'Ma'm'.&nbsp; Erica please.&nbsp; And there's water in the fridge there if you feel you have to."&nbsp; She gestured vaguely toward the small bar fridge before filling up her own wine glass again.&nbsp; Ahh well, she'd tried.&nbsp; The more formal he tried to keep things the more amused she became.&nbsp; What was next?&nbsp; The power point presentation?&nbsp; Did he have a laser pointer in that brief case of his?&nbsp; She had to take a long swallow of her drink to cover her grin. <br><br>The long stemmed glass held loosely in one hand she crossed over to the full length mirror along the far wall, turning and trying to see different angles of the dress while the poor man continued his sales pitch.&nbsp; Too long?&nbsp; Black was harsh enough, she didn't want to look all respectable and funeral-esque tonight.&nbsp; And the sleeves?&nbsp; No definitely not.&nbsp; This one would never do.&nbsp; She caught Thomas's eye in the mirror and nodded to him.&nbsp; "Do keep going.&nbsp; Knowing James I'd feared it would be some kind of 'Spring Break Party Barge' angle, but I'm willing to put aside preconceived notions if you are.&nbsp; Twenties to mid-thirties, in dire need of some tie loosening?&nbsp; You strike me as the perfect person to make this pitch.&nbsp; What in particular appeals to this demographic? And would you mind?.." the rounded edge of one manicured nail tapped against the edge of her zipper, "it seems to be stuck and I don't feel like wrestling it down myself."<br><br>She waited patiently, going back to studying her reflection critically in the mirror.&nbsp; It could be that she was pushing him a bit too far with this request.&nbsp; He was after all here to do his job, a job that he clearly took very seriously, but she couldn't help herself.&nbsp; If ever a man needed to be a bit rumpled and pushed off balance it was this one!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 04:26:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cd/71/cf/cd71cf4c5d1d9828c58921831f9282f7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> July 14th, 2018 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Astride the very hot Mr. King in his apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Thigh highs, very unnecessary panties, and a skirt that's more belt than anything else<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aaron <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> There Be Sex Here<hr><br>Her mouth broke from his on another pleased moan.&nbsp; The feel of his fingers digging lightly into her hips made her shudder, but it wasn't in Erica to simply follow the urging of those clever hands, not yet and rarely in this position at any rate.&nbsp; <br><br>Swollen lips curved into the faintest of smiles as one hand spread against his bare chest, nails pressing ever so slightly as she pushed herself up into a fully seated position keeping him there flat on the bed.&nbsp; "You know I cum first right ..." And last, and several times in between.&nbsp; "You can do whatever you'd like after, but first.." her hips began to move in earnest then, no mild rocking, but full long strokes which caused her breathing to accelerate each time she fell upon him fully.&nbsp; <br><br>Her other hand stayed where it had been, between her legs, one finger keeping those troublesome panties pushed to the side while two more slid down, tracing her opening, falling to either side of his cock and then pressing, pulling her body even tighter around him so that the delicious friction made her toes curl.&nbsp; Good didn't even begin to cover how it felt, but stubbornly she held off, knowing that the longer she managed to hold off her orgasm the better it would be.&nbsp; She might have made it longer had her palm not been grinding against her clit.&nbsp; Each jolt against that sensitive spot made inner muscles clench around him and he could feel her thighs trembling slightly as she fought for control.<br><br>Some wars were meant to be lost.<br><br>A mere minute later he could see her back arch sharply, a short sharp cry breaking off as her teeth clamped against her lower lip.&nbsp; So much better than food!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 06:50:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0169acf2b41053510793-a17828a56d1fe6987c3860aa718002a9.r21.cf3.rackcdn.com/6873_f2fb64dc-17a0-4222-bbf0-291c8ef070d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Junior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> January 5th, 2011 | Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pierre, Penthouse.&nbsp; NYC<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue suit and tie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Growing Interest<hr><br>He didn't have to. He was only being polite. Not drinking while someone else was drinking was rude, and rudeness was one thing that had been drilled out of Thomas from the time that he was, as his mother might put it, knee-high to a grasshopper. He nodded, placing the briefcase down. He'd memorized everything in it anyways. He'd only brought the papers inside for her convenience. A lot of people in higher up positions liked to have hard copies to look over in their hands rather than have it lost amid a pile of corporate emails. He adjusted his tie again, eyebrows narrowing as she asked him to zip her up. A tiny little voice in his mind told him that guiding that zipper lower would be a lot more fun than a business presentation, but he shook it off, stepping in behind her. Now he couldn't help but take in the beautiful sight that she was, , breathe in her delicious scent, making it difficult not to close him eyes and breathe out in a sigh. He had to thought. They were standing in front of a mirror. He stood a good deal taller than she, and so she would have a perfect view of every minuscule expression that crossed his handsome face.<br><br>So he forced a smile instead, long fingers dancing up her bare back, arcing her body forward as he carefully guided the zipper up. Experience told him that these dresses had tricky zippers, and tangling them was easy if you tried to pull it up or down in a hurry. Like the dress could sense you were late for that party, or something.<br><br>"Well, the, ah Spring Break Demographic is incredibly lucrative, but also highly contested. Considering the quality and price that Fhloston puts forward on it's ventures, only a limited few will be interested. In the late twenties to mid thirties, our clients will already be more reserved, going for the classics of the nineties and eighties in terms of music, drinks and entertainment, while still struggling very hard to retain, to themselves at least, that they're still young," His psychologist, so some things tended to rub off.<br><br>His fingers glided up her back to her neck, his thumb and forefinger instinctively working the tense muscles in the subtle arc between her neck and shoulders, massaging carefully as he finished zipping up her dress," As such, they will be more reserved, a more difficult demographic to reach. Most companies would see that as unattainable, simply move on," Both hands settled on her shoulders, left bare for the most part by her choice of dress as he watched her expression in the mirror, working the tenseness out of them with slow, circular motions," For myself, I think it's a challenge to tap into a virtually untapped section of the market."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 11:42:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dHmEUfxoMc/SOqqOY6N1jI/AAAAAAAAAGI/T-Cnskxmz6g/s1600/jenry19.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> What's your character's name? <br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> July 14th, 2018 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aaron's Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nothing.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica <strong>Mentioned:</strong> -<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Here There Be Sex<hr><br>Aaron let out a light, rumbling chuckle as his back hit the firm mattress of the bed. The feeling of her nails teasingly pressing into his chest both amused and excited him greatly. He watched Erica mount him more completely, a small smirk playing on his lips as he relaxed his grip on her. He would let her go to work, instead bringing a hand up to lovingly caress one of her bouncing breasts, the hardened nipple at its peak rubbing against his palm. His other hand went to the caress hers, and he gave it a light squeeze. "So bossy." He playfully commented. In truth, they had an accord in this matter. He was more than happy to see her cum first, and quite a few times after that.<br><br>He was accustomed to taking charge in past relationships, and while he did enjoy doing so, he could not at all deny the fun of switching things up. In fact, he loved it. He looked up into Erica's eyes, the animalistic lust clear in his gaze as she rode him hard and fast. Matching her rhythm, his hips thrust upward to meet with hers in soft, quick kisses as she took him deep within her. Increasingly quick and heavy breaths were superseded by the occasional grunt or moan of pleasure. The velvety warmth enveloping his cock had begun squeezing down on it harder and harder during its long and thorough strokes.<br><br>His eyes poured over the gorgeous older woman, taking in every ounce of her pale, bare skin. He delighted in the contrast between the fabric of her skirt and panties and the flesh beneath. What was most breathtaking, however, was the view of her sex greedily swallowing his length as she all but bounced atop him. His eyes being glued to this sight, he instantly noticed when her thighs began to quiver in an enticing precursor to the orgasm that would soon rock her. He slid his hands down to rest atop those thighs, rubbing back and forth along them and grinning seductively into her eyes to goad her on.<br><br>He admittedly tensed up himself as she came hard. The feeling of her pussy desperately gripping his cock, and wetness flowing uninhibitedly down to his hips filled him with an almost overwhelming pleasure. One that was both physical and mental. If that weren't enough, he also felt an emotional sort of pleasure when he heard her barely contained scream; when he saw that look of orgasmic bliss written all over her lovely face as she bit her lower lip. She was so beautiful and sexy. Irresistibly so. She could probably read him like a book; see the absolute, primal need in his eyes. He was completely willing to show her just how much he desired her at that moment.<br><br>He gave her only a few moments' rest before taking hold of her and rolling over on the bed and her onto her back. He was turning the tables, so to speak. He planted a kiss on her lips, and one at her jaw. "Looks like it's my turn, beautiful." He rose up, finally letting his slacks fall to the floor and kicking them aside. Leaning back down, he grabbed at her skirt and panties, tugging at them with unconcealed eagerness. Her legs would wind up in the air as he tore them off of her and tossed them aside carelessly. Shortly, he was on top of her again, hands cupping her shoulders from beneath her, and lips kissing feverishly at her neck as he drove his cock back into her waiting sex. His hips rolled into hers as he pumped her, teetering the line of finesse and power as shivers shot up his spine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 04:42:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/rachelweisz1.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> January 5th, 2011 | Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pierre, Penthouse.&nbsp; NYC<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Not sure yet, working out her options! At least one little black dress. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas <strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> alright a lot of flirting <hr><br>The lines of the dress were improved by those few inches of zipper being done up, but it was the frame of his larger body behind hers which caused the pleased smile to curve at her lips.&nbsp; Was there anything hotter than a man in a suit?&nbsp; Well maybe a man out of one, but she was still happy to admire the picture he presented. A small sound of approval came from low in the back of her throat as those clever thumbs of his went to work, pressing against the stubbornly tense muscles of her neck and shoulders. "Reserved?&nbsp; Really do you think so?&nbsp; Perhaps on the surface yes, but you're right, there just barely underneath all that responsibility they've just come to shoulder, all the rules they've trapped themselves in there is the memory of a time when their pleasures were king." She too was tempted to clothes her eyes, to savor the moment and the way those fingers slid against her skin, but watching him in that wide floor length mirror was by far the bigger lure.<br><br>"You know, I think I've changed my mind..." That statement hung there for a moment. "I don't think this one is quite right.&nbsp; Undo it please? Her tone was very carefully even, if someone were just listening and couldn't see the way she leaned into his hands they might actually think this a perfectly professional business meeting.&nbsp; Well, it still mostly was, but Erica was doing her best to change that, but as a man who appreciated challenge she couldn't simply throw herself at him and be done with it. Where was the fun in that?<br><br>"It seems like a good plan, ambitious; reaching a wider audience, trying new things.&nbsp; How confident are you of the campaign's success though?&nbsp; Surely there are risks involved?" One delicate brow arched as she watched him, enjoying this little verbal dance.&nbsp; Beyond simple flirtation though this meeting really HAD alleviated her concerns.&nbsp; This might not have been the meeting he'd been expecting when he'd shown up at the hotel, he'd proven himself adaptable and articulate.&nbsp; It would be interesting to see the actual ad proposals ... later.&nbsp; Much much later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 12:06:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cd/71/cf/cd71cf4c5d1d9828c58921831f9282f7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> July 14th, 2018 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aaron's Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Thigh highs,<del> very unnecessary panties, and a skirt that's more belt than anything else</del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aaron <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> There Be Sex Here<hr><br>She was still trembling and trying to relearn the various intricacies of breathing as those lovely hands of his guided her back onto the bed, whimpering in protest as he withdrew from her still clenching body.&nbsp; Teeth nipped at his full lower lip at the end of the kiss and she tried to pull him back toward her, but her arms felt leaden and her fingers found nothing to really gain purchase on.&nbsp; Luckily he wasn't much for prolonging the torment of lying there without him, quickly freeing himself of the pants that she hadn't had the patience to deal with before.&nbsp; He set to work on her own clothing, disheveled as it was and at the same time the hand that had been pressed so recently between her legs lifted, tongue flicking out to clean the wetness from her fingers.&nbsp; No point in leaving a mess when it was so easily taken care of.&nbsp; Besides Erica was quite fond of the taste of her own pleasure, or theirs combined. But wait, no, she was getting ahead of herself with that stray thought.<br><br>The other hand reached up, bracing against the headboard for some kind of leverage as he positioned himself, driving into her once more with a smooth firm thrust and making her back bow up off the bed. "Yes! ... fuck you feel good..." an understatement there, but her brain wasn't exactly capable of eloquence at the moment.&nbsp; The rolling motion of his hips and the strength with which he moved inside her drew low whimpers of pleasure from the back of her throat which were in no way drowned out by the rhythmic creaking of the bed. <br><br>"Cum ... with me.." It was an unusual request for her.&nbsp; She was generally trying to prolong things, offering alternatives like finishing him with her mouth, but tonight the thought of <em>not </em>feeling him spill inside her was, well, unacceptable.&nbsp; "Please Aaron..." &nbsp;She had to bite back the urge to say that word over and over again.&nbsp; Please.&nbsp; No, she wouldn't beg, but she WOULD carefully tighten those inner muscles around him, an insistent massage which made him fight a little to keep the pace that he'd been building and brought her closer to that delicious and perilous edge again.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 14:39:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dHmEUfxoMc/SOqqOY6N1jI/AAAAAAAAAGI/T-Cnskxmz6g/s1600/jenry19.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> What's your character's name? <br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> July 14th, 2018 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aaron's Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nothing.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica <strong>Mentioned:</strong> -<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Here There Be Sex<hr><br>The woman was dangerously sexy. Just seeing her licking away absentmindedly at her slick fingers was nearly enough to overpower him. As he thrust deep into her again and again, he leaned into kiss those tender lips aggressively, desperate to share in the wonderful taste of her. He loved the way she screamed out in ecstasy for him; the air of class and elegance ever surrounding her all but melting away as she gave into pleasure. Enough time in bed with him, and she was much more open and honest. It was a wholly primal and sexual kind of openness, but damn, did he enjoy it.<br><br>Hot breaths caressed her chin, lips, jaw, and neck as he fucked her. He took pleasure in her whimpering moans. They drove him on. And as they grew louder, he thrust harder. He was vaguely aware of this cycle, but his brain was much too clouded by lust to appreciate it, or the fact that it seemed she was in competition with the increasingly loud creaking of the bed beneath them. She was winning, no doubt. But, instead of thinking on these things, his mind was focused solely on his approaching orgasm, and on seeing that blissful look on her face as she came all over his cock again.<br><br>"Cum ... with me.."<br><br>There it was. The final straw that broke what control he had left. That request would not go unheeded, and he didn't need to be told twice. He would let his orgasm build, and this time, he wouldn't hold back. Normally, she would be getting him to pull out at this time, but tonight was clearly a special occasion. He wouldn't linger on the why.<br><br>"Please Aaron..." <br><br>Oh fuck. If he thought he hadn't been holding back before, he was very much mistaken. Eyes locked on hers and face hovering close, he gripped the delicate woman beneath him tightly, and began hammering away. His hips slammed into hers as his stiff and wildly throbbing length drove itself continuously into her depths. Her pussy clenched around him in an incredibly strong grip, causing breathy moans to spill from his lips as pleasure coursed through him. That feeling rose rapidly; higher and higher until finally, he was all but floating in a heady daze. He climaxed with his cock buried deep within her convulsing sex; his cum shooting inside her in thick and powerful spurts. He moaned in shuddery breaths as he continued to pump into her, slow and shallow, while he came. "Erica..." He panted out, barely noticing it happened. He wasn't sure he'd ever cum so hard. But, to be fair, his memory was just as foggy as the rest of his mind in that moment. He did however have the presence of mind not to collapse on her. Only a bit more of his weight pressed down on her naked form as he relaxed, his face all but burying itself in the mattress beside her head.<br><br>He felt at peace in that moment. Being inside her-- connected to her-- felt heavenly. His cock began to slowly soften, but would throb and grow harder from time to time as her pussy greedily milked him of every drop and seemed to beg for more. Their night was far from over, of course. Both knew that. There was no stopping now, but there was time for a short break. "We should do that more often." He said with a smile, one she would feel as he tenderly kissed her neck.<br><br>He didn't notice how much or how little time had passed with their bodies pressed closely together, glistening with a light sweat. Eventually, though, he did rise up enough to look her in the eyes again, a smile on his face. "Hey," He began, running a lone finger teasingly along her flat stomach. "I got this free vacation from work. Comes with a plus one. And it's on an island, so no need to worry too much about sea sickness." A smirk played on his lips. "So how 'bout it? You and me on an island?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 05:02:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0169acf2b41053510793-a17828a56d1fe6987c3860aa718002a9.r21.cf3.rackcdn.com/6873_f2fb64dc-17a0-4222-bbf0-291c8ef070d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Junior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> January 5th, 2011 | Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pierre, Penthouse.&nbsp; NYC<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue suit and tie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Growing Interest<hr>His voice changed as he came closer, his fingers lightly gracing the skin of her neck, rubbing tense muscles into relaxation, feeling a great deal more want for this woman in front of him than was appropriate due to their - well his, anyways - position of employment. He doubted that she would get much blowback, but for him, it could be a career ending mistake. The kind that would have him whispered around those water coolers that he heard gossip around himself. A pariah. A tale of woe to all newly anointed copywriters in the country. The guy that slept with the boss' ex-wife. <br><br>Well, if things went as he was beginning to let himself hope, there wouldn't be much sleeping involved in their interaction. And he would only be getting in trouble if he got caught. A woman like Mrs. ... Erica would see the benefit of keeping any indiscretions away from prying eyes and perked ears.<br><br>Hopefully.<br><br>"There are always risks," He purred throatily into her ear, dipping his head down as he nodded, acquiescing to her request and slowly working the zipper back down, letting his free hand remain on her neck, long calloused fingers curling around to caress her throat as the zipper touched bottom and he pushed the dress down further, letting her feel the tug of the shoulder straps. Another tug was felt before he ran his hand inside her dress, letting her feel his skin run warmly up her back, touching her sides.<br><br>"Everything that's worth pursuing has risks," He was close enough that she could feel his breath hot on her neck, watching as goosebumps rose from the tenuous connection. His fingers slipped up under her dress, pulling the straps carefully over her shoulders, his free hand dipping down to do the same on the other side, gliding the lace straps over to the edge, not in any kind of hurry but definitely intent on pushing them past the point of no return, over the precipice, to come tumbling down with the force of his hands and gravity behind them.<br><br>"That's what makes them worthwhile. But, if you must ask, I am quite confident," He was now close enough to the small bridge between her neck and shoulder so that she could feel his lips moving lightly over her skin. His hands now moved to her back, pressing her a step forward, stepping her out of the floored dress and leaving her bare but for a perfectly black set of lace underwear, tastefully arranged so as not to show too much or too little, and an equally black pair of of thigh-high stockings completed by a set of black pumps, all in perfect position for him to see either by looking down, or by watching their reflection in the mirror.<br><br>"In the success of this campaign.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 08:19:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cd/71/cf/cd71cf4c5d1d9828c58921831f9282f7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> July 14th, 2018 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aaron's Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Thigh highs,<del> very unnecessary panties, and a skirt that's more belt than anything else</del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aaron <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> There Be Sex Here<hr><br>She felt it; the moment that he gave himself over to the pleasure that was building between them. Art and good intentions went out the window as his fingers tightened against her skin, pulling her down to meet those deep hard thrusts and supplementing her own frenzied arching.&nbsp; She would wear the marks of that long after the night was over, small fingertip bruises scattered against her pale skin necessitating at least a few days of long sleeved shirts despite the summer heat.&nbsp; Erica didn't care.&nbsp; Couldn't care about anything besides how perfect he felt moving inside her.<br><br>The rhythm of his thrusts faltered, the feel of his cock twitching inside her drew a breathless scream as her own orgasm tore through her.&nbsp; Her hand came to press against his back, nails raking that sweat slicked skin as she held him against her needing some kind of anchor, something solid to hold on to while the world around her shattered.&nbsp; She had been wet mere seconds after he'd opened the door that evening, but now drenched was the only word that could apply.&nbsp; Her body dripped even before his cum filled her, wave after wave which only made her clench harder around him, a wordless plea for him not to stop.<br><br><em> "Erica..."</em> Her name caused lashes to flutter open and she made a sound that was more purr than moan, both her arms sliding up to hold him there against her.&nbsp; Slow, almost soothing strokes ran up and down to either side of his spine and her head tilted a little giving him better access to her neck as he moved in for the kiss. <em>"We should do that more often."</em> That drew a soft chuckle from her which caused a rhythmic almost jumping clench around his softening cock. "Darling, we are a terrible mess ..." indeed, sweaty, sticky, with her hair in a tangled riot around her head on the bed. "And I would happily do this every day and never tire of it." Earth shattering orgasms apparently made her sentimental and easily swayed.<br><br>She seemed content to just lie there with him, curled somewhat into the warmth of his body her breathing slowly returning to normal.&nbsp; Muscle rippled beneath the finger that trailed along her stomach and she tried to frown at him and even nip against his collar bone in reparation as it was one of the few places that she was legitimately ticklish.&nbsp; But it was a half-hearted effort at best.&nbsp; <em>"I got this free vacation from work..." </em> Her hands fell still, even her breathing paused for a moment as he continued on about the island retreat.&nbsp; <br><br>James's own tropical paradise.&nbsp; She knew about the island.&nbsp; Liked to refer to it as his seventh midlife crisis especially considering some of the stories that she'd heard from other friends and stockholders in the company.&nbsp; Her and Aaron in her ex-husband's house, well one of them at least.&nbsp; Wasn't that a recipe for disaster?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; The word hovered on her lips as she tried to think of some reason to decline his very kind offer.&nbsp; The truth would never do.&nbsp; She'd been carefully neglecting to mention her ties to Floshton and its owner ever since learning that Aaron tended bar on the company cruise ships.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now was certainly not the time to delve into that.&nbsp; Some work obligation maybe?&nbsp; &nbsp;Summer harvesting time could be hectic, there were at least three events that she'd committed to attending with clients in the next week alone.<br><br>"Aaron I ... would love to." She seemed almost confused when those words came out of her mouth, brows furrowing together ever so slightly.<br><br>And why not?&nbsp; Why not say yes?&nbsp; Maybe if they weren't naked and still tangled together in his bed she could have summoned more brain power to the task of working out the answers to those questions.&nbsp; Instead it was a very basic and entirely self serving part that came to the forefront.&nbsp; She wanted to say yes.&nbsp; She wanted to see the smooth dark skin of her lover warmed by the sun, to spend more than just a night learning his body and the things that made him tick. And yes she wanted to watch James's face when he realized that one of his young employees had brought her to his island getaway. <br><br>She wanted it.&nbsp; She'd have it.&nbsp; It all seemed very simple in that moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>06-12-2016, 02:25:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/rachelweisz1.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> January 5th, 2011 | Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pierre, Penthouse.&nbsp; NYC<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> The finest of evening undergarmets :P<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas <strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>An increasing amount of nakeness <hr><br>The low growl of his voice against her ear made her shudder and her hands curled at her sides, resisting the urge to reach back and pull him closer to her.&nbsp; Was there a voice over part in this ad campaign of his? If so he should be featured because that husky timber, weighted with promise just made her want to say yes.&nbsp; Didn't matter what he was asking.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; That thing.&nbsp; Whatever you want.<br><br>It was not a reaction that she had expected when perfectly prompt and put together Thomas had first arrived at her hotel room.&nbsp; She'd also been so very sure that he would pull back after fulfilling her request to undo the zipper, putting some distance between them and recentering on the reason for his visit, but then those long fingers slid against her throat, that slight pressure making her acutely aware of the way her heartbeat erratically there.&nbsp; His other hand slid into the gaping back of the dress and she arched back into him with a soft pleased sound. <em>"Everything that's worth pursuing has risks..." </em>carefully stained lips quirked upward at that observation and she made no move to resist as his clever fingers and the demands of gravity saw the dark material of her dress sliding down her arms, hips, then onto a pool on the floor. <br><br>One hand reached back, her upraised arm drawing her body into an arc while fingers threaded into his hair, tightening ever so slightly as his stubble chafed against the pale skin of her neck. It was a definite contrast to the gentle warmth of his breath as he spoke, and one that she found herself enjoying immensely.&nbsp; "What's life without a little risk humm?" her own voice had taken on a distinct husky edge.&nbsp; If she felt any shame standing there before him in what amounted to elegant underware it didn't show.&nbsp; There was no hunching or trying to cover herself.&nbsp; No she <em>wanted</em> him to look, wanted him to admire difference between her soft near nakedness and his almost formal attire.&nbsp; It was something that she was certainly enjoying!<br><br>Stepping out of the pool of cloth that was her dress she helpfully tilted her head, giving him better access to the line of her neck her nails running lightly against his scalp as she urged him closer.&nbsp; She had to swallow once, then again to have any hope of making her voice even. "Your confidence isn't misplaced.&nbsp; I'm willing to call this campaign wildly successful ... though it might not hurt to do a few market tests first.&nbsp; This demographic can be notoriously hard to please as you've already pointed out."&nbsp; Her body rubbed against his, the slow rocking circles of her hips grinding her ass back against his cock with a shameless eagerness that gave lie to the words she'd just spoken.&nbsp; From the heavy-lidded way she watched their reflection in the mirror and the small needy sound which escaped from the back of her throat as his hands continued to play over her she seemed a woman well pleased with the world in general, but with him specifically. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | History </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>10-12-2016, 04:12:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0169acf2b41053510793-a17828a56d1fe6987c3860aa718002a9.r21.cf3.rackcdn.com/6873_f2fb64dc-17a0-4222-bbf0-291c8ef070d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Junior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> January 5th, 2011 | Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pierre, Penthouse.&nbsp; NYC<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue suit and tie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Confirmed Interest<hr>She tried changing the subject, moving back to the topic at hand, pretending that idle conversation about a campaign that she had little interest in was actually at the center of her thoughts. And not the fact that she was now in her undergarments in full, and apparently proud view of a man that she had only just met a few minutes ago. And she was loving it, if the small sound that escaped her lips when his own touched her neck was any indication. And to be fair, with the sensation of her fingers running through his hair paired with the gentle grinding of her ass against his midsection, he was loving it too.<br><br>The fact that she was the boss' ex was tossed from his mind as he carefully glided his tongue over where he had placed his lips, tasting her skin for the first time before sucking gently on the spot, low on the side of her neck, teasing and tasting at the same time. His fingers followed suit, still lightly running over the skin of her throat, feeling every little crevice, exploring the wonderfully elegant arch of her neck up to her jawline.<br><br>He paused in his efforts in unclothing her for the moment. There was a delicious enjoyment that came with the tease, a mouthwatering hunger that came with looking over her scantily clad body and letting his imagination run wild over the parts that were still covered. He licked his lips, still close enough so that she could feel his agile tongue moving over her skin, his hot breath coming in a bit faster than before as one hand curled around her waist, gently tugging her closer to him, pressing that grinding just a bit tighter as the other moved up her neck and teased her mouth open with a pair of fingers on her chin, and rewarding her obedience by the same two fingers slipping inside her mouth, giving her a taste as well.<br><br>His hand around her waist moved up her side and around to her back, settling on her shoulder as he gently tilted her forward, keeping her ass firmly pressed against him as he started to bend her over at the waist. As she moved further away, his fingers slipped out of her lips with a little pop, and started moving downwards, first over the nape of her neck, and then down her back, lazily following the valley of her spine, leaving a chilled path from the wetness that her mouth had left on his digits. <br><br>"I'm glad I have your support, Erica," He growled softly, enjoying the view from the mirror as well as the real image from heavy-lidded eyes as his fingers grazed every downward. He liked how her name sounded on his lips. He would take great pleasure in using it often. His hand on her shoulder leaned her further forward until she had nothing to support her than the very hand that had put her in the situation. Thankfully, it was a firm support, despite the fact that his attention had moved down her back with his fingers, which were now slipping underneath the black lace of her panties, teasing at the cleft between her cheeks as they tugged the piece of clothing down at a teasingly slow pace.
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