Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two
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				Title: <strong>Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 14:48:11</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">Mansion, Floor Two, Private Quarters</span></span></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.homebunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2162.jpg)<br></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/dd/44/40/dd4440f76b7581a81de0b0aae7f9f928.jpg)<br></td><td>(http://www1.pictures.lonny.com/mp/BMZQyPILDAXl.jpg)<br></td><td>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/38/56/3d/38563d1935b9c158378032e0a8ced7f1.jpg)<br></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Welcome to the Floor Two. This is where your character lays their head. Supposedly.&nbsp; ::)<br></span></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><br><br><br><br><br>I did the list thing again.&nbsp; ::) This is for the shared and private room situation. I'm going to put this in the private quarters thread for easy reference. I took into account pre-made roommates that were PMed to me or listed in OOC. If you made a roommate situation and I need to fix something, just let me know. I really don't mind. <br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Room 1-4</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Room 1</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 2</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 3</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 4</strong></td></tr><tr><td>Indira Quinn (Kokaine)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Erica Everett (Rampant)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Amor Ocampo (Crash)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Oscar Valdez (GnothiSeauton)</td></tr><tr><td>Hailee Spencer (Rampant)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Aaron King (Rummy Tum Tum)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Jorja Henderson (Mia H)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Randi Lynn Warner (Anesa)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Room 5-8</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Room 5</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 6</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 7</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 8</strong></td></tr><tr><td>Stephanie Landry (Bibliophilia)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Marco Gutierrez (Bibliophilia)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Sarah Levitz (Idlewyld)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Devon Allred (Ryven)</td></tr><tr><td>Stephen Landry (Deamonbane)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Charlotte Corsetti (Kokaine)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Pyun Choe Ja (Dhi)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Thomas Malcolm (Deamonbane)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Room 9-12</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Room 9</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 10</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 11</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 12</strong></td></tr><tr><td>Brinlee Emerson (Anesa)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>John Smith (ClosetBadBoy)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Aiden Jones (Wild Stallion)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Andres Oliveira (Vin)</td></tr><tr><td>Nicholas van Helzen (Relikai)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Not Applicable</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Not Applicable</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Not Applicable</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Room 13-16</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Room 13</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 14</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 15</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 16</strong></td></tr><tr><td>Jenny Lucier (Rachubka)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Dr. Okello Okanjo (Vin)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Javier Lobos&nbsp; (Aiden)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Gabriel Archibald (Amelita)</td></tr><tr><td>Caroline Wafford (Gnothi)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Not Applicable</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Adriana Archibald (Amelita)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Dayanara Cifuentes (Sofia Grace)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Room 17-20</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Room 17</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 18</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 19</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 20</strong></td></tr><tr><td>Nina Krause (Angel Fire)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Theseus Rockford (Aiden) </td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Emmett Holloway (Sofia Grace)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Micah Silva (Flower)</td></tr><tr><td>Kerry Lofthouse (Chrystal)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Robyn Primrose Washington (Flower)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Benjamin Holloway (Ryven)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Room 21-24</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Room 21</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 22</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 23</strong></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><strong>Room 24</strong></td></tr><tr><td>Maxmillion Greene (King Serperior)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Broderick West (Kokaine)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Adrian Covington (Ryven)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Randall Kline (Bibliophilia)</td></tr><tr><td>Davis Bosch (Aeons)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Lina Velasquez (Emjay)</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>--</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>--</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 14:48:39</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/August-2018-calendar.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Things You Should Know</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">-The trip's duration is from August 1 to August 15. It is also the year 2018.<br>-The Island is called Paradise Isle, and it is own by James Richards, the owner of Fhloston Inc.<br>-The island is located somewhere near Indonesia.</span></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Tag Header</span></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://pic)</div><strong>Name:</strong> What's your character's name? <br><strong>Status:</strong> Are they a guest, employee, or hired help? Please include their position if an employee. <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> What day are you playing on? What time of day is it?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Where are they currently located?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What are they wearing currently? Feel free to link a picture or describe their attire in words. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Who is directly interacted with in the post? <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not everyone likes what you like. Add a suitable warning here<hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=10]http://pic[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] What's your character's name? <br>[b]Status:[/b] Are they a guest, employee, or hired help? Please include their position if an employee. <br>[b]Date | Time:[/b] What day are you playing on? What time of day is it?<br>[b]Location:[/b] Where are they currently located?<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] What are they wearing currently? Feel free to link a picture or describe their attire in words. <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] Who is directly interacted with in the post? [b]Mentioned:[/b] Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br>[b]Content Warning:[/b] Not everyone likes what you like. Add a suitable warning here[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 16:22:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 11:15am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Straight fit jeans,&nbsp; White Tee with "Hello Kitty" logo, Red and White Ballcap worn backwards<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Residents of Room 8 (Thomas) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> No Warning<hr><br>The week had been a blur.&nbsp; His last cruise had ended in the middle of last week, and he barely had time to pack and enjoy his time off before he was on a plane Wednesday morning to head to Paradise Island.&nbsp; What kind of name was that anyway?&nbsp; It had sounded like it was straight out of some travel magazine, but Devon didn't really complain too much.&nbsp; It was a free trip for all the work that the employees of the company had put in to make it successful.&nbsp; He'd never been on this kind of vacation before.&nbsp; It was never something he could afford, so standing in the room he was going to be staying for the remainder of the trip and seeing all the offerings that the island and mansion was allowing was a little surreal.<br><br>He had unpacked his bag in the first few minutes of getting inside the room.&nbsp; Devon took a moment, after everything had been put in its place, to thoroughly explore the luxurious accommodations that he was afforded.&nbsp; The bathroom was like nothing he'd ever seen.&nbsp; Marble and porcelain lined every available surface.&nbsp; There were both a bathtub and shower, and either option was equally appealing.&nbsp; The shower was lined with what looked like natural stone, and water could cascade over the occupant from nearly all angles.&nbsp; He decided right there that he shouldn't pass up an opportunity, so he stripped himself of his clothing, leaving them in a small pile near the vanity.&nbsp; His nude 5'10" frame stepped slowly into the shower.&nbsp; Devon anticipated a rush of cold as soon as he turned on the spray, but to his surprise, the water was perfectly hot as it washed over his tan, muscled form.<br><br>The young man spent more time in the shower than he had thought, but the temperature never changed.&nbsp; The resort had made sure every need would be met for their guests, and he stepped from the shower feeling refreshed.&nbsp; He toweled off with one of the amazingly soft bath towels, leaving it to dry in the spacious bathroom.&nbsp; He took his clothes, balling them up and carrying them with him into where he'd put away all of his clothes.&nbsp; Fishing through a drawer, he pulled out a pair of small white briefs that he slipped on to each leg and up and over his package to cover himself before digging out a shirt.&nbsp; It was white and had a skull on the front, but if one would look closer, that skull was made of black kittens.&nbsp; Devon laid down on the bed for a long moment, resting his hands behind his head, but soon he had drifted to sleep, the comfort of the resort getting to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 03:09:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/66/89/23/668923dc5543052f27c8b646004555ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marco Gutierrez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 1st | ~7 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- That is about right.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Wild Speculation<br><br><hr><br>Marco finally made it back to his room, after a fairly eventful afternoon, and he headed straight for the bathroom to change out of his board shorts and wash the chlorine off his skin.&nbsp; He was in and out of the shwer in about ten minutes, and he toweled off in the bathroom, singing to himself in Spanish and swaying his hips as he stood in front of the mirror.&nbsp; He rubbed the towel over his hair and belted out the chorus of Maná's Labios Compartidos with decent pitch and a pleasantly smooth tone.&nbsp; Granted, he wasn't going to be winning any awards for his singing, but he was good enough to make a serenade romantic as fuck.&nbsp; He wrapped the towel around his waist and danced his way out of the bathroom, humming the song and heading over to his luggage...which consisted of a single over-stuffed duffel bag.<br><br>He hauled the bag up onto one of the beds, at which point he realized there was more than one bed...and luggage that didn't belong to him beside the other bed.&nbsp; He paused, staring at the second bed and luggage as his brain worked out the implications of those items.&nbsp; A brow quirked and he glanced around before creeping across to look at the luggage more closely, trying to figure out if it belonged to a male or female.&nbsp; Of course, it didn't matter much to him, since either way he was gonna try'n hit that.&nbsp; Unable to judge the gender of his roommate from looking at the luggage, he crossed back to his own bag and hauled out a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, pretty much his go-to attire if he didn't have to dress up for work or to go clubbing.&nbsp; He tugged his tank down over his head, and dropped his towel before pulling on his sweats, deciding that underwear should definitely be optional on this particular vacation.&nbsp; It was just another layer of cloth between himself and all the ass he could handle.<br><br>He nudged the towel aside with one bare foot and started dragging his shit out of the duffel bag, tossing it on his bed for the moment, with every intention of putting it in the dresser.&nbsp; No, really!&nbsp; He continued singing as he...well, made a damn mess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 03:12:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 |11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 7<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg), hoodie (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Bitchclub.png)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild homoerotica<hr><br>At first brush the room was clearly intended for lovers. Choe Ja spun on her heel to get a read on her new roommate as soon as she'd laid eyes on the glass enclosure that was the bathroom. That was the shower. Backward she sank into the suite, and set down the suitcase, and put on a smile that said they'd make the best of this, she and Sarah. And Amor. "It's big enough for four, isn't it?"<br><br>On second brush it began to dawn just how deep the rabbit hole went. There along the ceiling, hanging hooks which were probably not accommodations for her houseplants. Above her bed, covered by a panel but gleaming along two visible seams, there was definitely a mirror. But there, in the middle of the sea of softness, so deep in its luxury she needed to take a knee over the bed to claim it, the staff had placed her own luggage. In one long motion it unzipped loudly, and audibly let out tension. The cup runneth over with honeymoon delights. "I might get lost in this big bed. Look how small I am on it." Arms outstretched, she fell back into it. Something satiny in a size small hip fluttered across her skin.<br><br>In two heartbeats she was calling Amor into her room, such as it was. "Where do you get a shirt like that? Is there a website? Oh, wait- no internet." Out of her fairy clothes, dimpled from a press of polka-dot heels and a gaudy cold weather weave of flamingo pink, she pulled a hoodie memorable for its trashiness. It slipped on over her bikini top and the roam of windblown chestnut-tinged hair as though she were trying on her mother's clothes. And when she stood, it had infused her with new confidence.<br><br>There was English print across the hood in flashy scarlet sequins and rhinestones. It wasn't until Choe Ja pulled it like a veil down over her eyes that the words were legible: <em>Bitch Club. </em>A thick zipper pulled together the two halves to complete the bizarre callout of <em>Nipples </em>across the chest. Her fingers cocked like pistols and she provided the small but fierce sounds. "Pkew, pkew pkew! Gangster girl roleplay. Do you like it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 05:54:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 7<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White T-Shirt, Cutoff Denim Shorts, White Ankle Socks, Blue Sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild Homoerotica<hr><br>"Yeah - definitely palatial with room to spare," Sarah responded as she was taken once again by how luxurious everything was. But this time, she was careful to keep track of what and who was around her. Of course that didn't make a whole lot of difference as CJ was already headed for her bedroom. And then she realized that her roommate still had her luggage. So if she was going to reclaim it she'd have to follow her.<br><br>When she got in, CJ was already putting on her hoodie. "Yeah, that's cute..." she managed to note. "I'm afraid I don't have quite the interesting wardrobe the two of you have, but still... Um... that being said," she added, shuffling her feet as she looked at the chestnut-haired girl, waiting for their guest to come in as well, "If I'm going to change for the beach, I'm going to need my bag, I think..." She looked over at the suitcase which her roommate had grabbed earlier, and moved to pick it up herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 06:17:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Comfortable dress shirt, white slacks, Loafers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Resident of Room 8 (Devon) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not at the moment<hr><br>Having left the bags with a porter to take up to his room, Thomas had taken his time in getting there. So much to see, explore, and yet, after a little while, even after Mr. Richards' stirring welcoming speech, there was a stirring to go and see where he would be calling home for the next couple of weeks. His house in NYC was always going to be home, considering it was where he did most of his work, having to only go into the offer two, maybe three times a week as he managed to do most of his work at home. Even meetings were rather simple to accomplish over Skype. The only times that he didn't spend most of the week at home (Possibly in his pajamas for most of the day) were on the verge of large merchandising campaigns, usually around the summer and Christmas holiday peaks, at which times he called the little couch in the break room home.<br><br>It was a comfortable couch.<br><br>He'd been informed that he was going to be sharing a room, and he didn't really mind that much. The advertising branch of the company, as relatively new as it was, didn't interact much with the rest of it. Different cells, working together in harmony despite being completely separate, was what made Fhloston Inc. such a successful business, but it also made for some isolation. Getting to meet the people that he was advertising for, one way or another, was rather exciting.<br><br>He strolled along the hallway, inspecting the key card that he had been given and matching it with a room number, 5. Most of the people were either enjoying their vacation already, possibly by going to the pool or maybe making use of the place's restaurant for an early lunch, but Thomas wasn't feeling particularly peckish at the moment. A quick shower, a change of clothes, some invigoration for the rest of the day and night.<br><br>He slipped the card into the slot, watching as the light turned green immediately and he opened the door. The room was fairly dark, and if the shadow cast in one of the beds was any indication, the room was already occupied. His roomate was there already, and taking a nap too. The door opening had been fairly loud, Thomas realized, so he tried to shut it again as quickly as possible, entering the room, noting that all his luggage was placed beside the unoccupied bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 06:31:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fashionnstyle.com/data/images/full/91629/charlie-hunnam-19-jpg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, 11:30ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White dress shirt, left open, tank top underneath, jeans,<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Landry <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Yet<hr><br>He didn't stick around the lobby with his sister. The big shoes that had hosted this whole thing was going to make a speech, but he didn't quite feel comfortable. He was a guest, a ride-along in this whole thing, and if the man wanted to make him feel like a big part of the family... it wasn't going to work. His sister had invited him along, and he appreciated that. A change of scenery after the divorce was exactly what the doctor ordered, and this seemed like the nicest place he had ever been in. And if the kind of cuts that alimony payments were going to make to his salary were anything like he'd been hearing from their lawyer, it didn't feel like he was going to be getting to come to a place like this anytime in the near future either.<br><br>Best to make the most of it then.<br><br>He'd accompanied the porter to his and Steph's room, struggling in his mind the whole way over what kind of tip to give the man that was helping him with her bags. Like... seriously. Was she moving here? No, bad question. She might just be, he thought with a wry smile, coming to the conclusion of a medium tip after the gent helped him shift the luggage into their room. A pair of Queen-sized beds greeted him. The floor was tiled, and pristine. There was a small painting of a house in a meadow with a river running through on the wall between the beds. A door led off to the bathroom, and another to the small porch that gave their room a nice view of the beach. Sound-proofed too, though with the kind of distance that this island held from fuck-shit everything, he wondered why it was needed. Was the whole room sound-proofed?<br><br>He was a quick and light packer, and was finished unpacking into the room's closet in a matter of minutes after the porter had left. He didn't dare touch his sister's bags, knowing the kind of fit that she would throw if her... fuck, arranged her panties in the wrong order or something. No, that particular mountain would be hers to climb, and hers alone.<br><br>Stephen stripped his shirt and tank top off, tossing the pair onto the bed nearest the window, 'dibs'ing it as his as he moved towards the bathroom, watching his lithe, lean frame in the mirror as he came closer, switching the water on. He looked tired. Almost exhausted. It wasn't just the job which, while being a regular 7-to-3 gig, was tiring enough as it was. It was everything. He needed a rest. He owed Steph for having noticed it and offering a spot that he was sure would have gone to someone else. He wasn't going to forget it either.<br><br>He switched on the water, letting the warm, steamy liquid fill up a cup made from his thick, calloused mechanic's hands and he splashed his face once it was full. He should be out there, enjoying himself, meeting new people, getting to know all the folks, but first things first, he needed to check his Facebook. It had been the medium that Dylan, his kid, had chosen as a way for them to stay in touch as him and his mother had skipped over to a town about 3 hours away from where he was living.<br><br>They'd confiscated his phone upon boarding the cruise headed here, but they hadn't taken Steph's tablet, for some reason. He didn't know, he wasn't that tech savvy when it came to this shit. Fuck, where was Steph? Was she still mingling? He scowled at the prospect of having to hunt her down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 07:09:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White Briefs, White Shirt with Skull/Black Kittens<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Residents of Room 8 (Thomas) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> No Warning<hr><br>He hadn't realized he had drifted off to sleep until he was startled back into consciousness by the click of the latch on the door.&nbsp; Devon gave a soft groan, pushing up slightly with one of his elbows to lift his upper body from the mattress.&nbsp; He blinked his deep chocolate eyes, trying to push the remnants of sleep away from them.&nbsp; His roommate must have arrived which prompted him to pull a pillow from beside himself and hold it over his crotch.&nbsp; The effects of sleep hadn't completely worn off which meant he was sporting a pretty definite "morning wood" at the moment, and he didn't want to give the wrong impression to whoever he was sharing the room with for the next two weeks.<br><br>Devon slowly sat up more in the bed, his eyes focusing better on the figure standing inside the room.&nbsp; He blinked, and then blinked again, and when he made out the features of the man standing a few feet away from the bed, his eyes widened and his jaw fell just a bit.&nbsp; "Oh, shit," he said before he could catch himself.&nbsp; "Uhh...I mean, uh...h-hi Nathan," he said.&nbsp; A thousand thoughts were going through his head, but all of them went right back to their starting point, where they'd met.<br><br>He'd used a fake name that night.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if if was completely within the rules to sleep around with coworkers and Devon, for whatever reason, decided he wanted to be more anonymous for the night especially since he was doing something he'd never done before.&nbsp; He called himself Connor.&nbsp; He and Nathan had met at the bar in a luxury hotel a year or so back.&nbsp; He'd been between ships and decided to stop in for a drink or two to celebrate some time off.&nbsp; Next thing he knew, Nathan was sitting beside him, and they were chatting about work and life over drinks.&nbsp; Their laughs and energy seemed to grow as the alcohol and night grew in intensity, and with a few subtle touches and an invitation upstairs, he found himself in Nathan's room pressed against the wall with the older man attacking his neck with those surprisingly talented lips.<br><br>There was a long pause between them.&nbsp; Devon's heart had begun to race a bit, and he felt himself finding it difficult to breathe.&nbsp; He thought he'd never see Nathan again, but here he was, standing in the flesh.&nbsp; The dim light illuminated enough to make his appearance noticeable, but Devon was trying to figure out if he was still sleeping or if this man simply looked very much alike to his previous one-night-stand.&nbsp; "H-how have you been?"&nbsp; He said, immediately thinking that the question sounded stupid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 07:20:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s480x480/e35/c0.135.1080.1080/13744101_1039694612775273_1296490155_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI5ODAyMTc4OTQ1MjAyODkwMA%3D%3D.2.c)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee&nbsp; - Maid<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 12:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &amp; Sundress (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/EulhN8KO83WTXMlJzDMg/cid/212082822/id/HKJHIrqy5hGpHgUdXi33Qg/size/c600x471.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen Landry <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None Yet<br><br><hr><br>After a little time on the beach, Steph jogged up the stairs to the second floor, running a hand back through her damp hair with a slight grimace.&nbsp; She could feel the sand and salt in it, and the grit that stuck to her legs from the beach.&nbsp; The brief dip in the ocean had been worth it, but she was definitely looking forward to a long, hot shower and a little lunch.&nbsp; She pondered what to order as she opened the door to her, and her brother's, room, and dropped her bag on the table just inside.&nbsp; "Hey, Stephen, you here?"&nbsp; She kicked off her sandals and padded through the gorgeous room on her bare feet, dragging her damp dress up over her head as she veered toward the bedroom.&nbsp; Her bikini was still wet from her swim, and sand clung to her pale skin, a little bit of redness had risen on her shoulders, cheeks and nose just from her short time in the sun.&nbsp; "Oh...there you are.&nbsp; What do you want for lunch?&nbsp; I'm starving, and I'll bet this place has killer room service."<br><br>She finally managed to tug her dress off over her head and tossed it aside on the floor, shaking her hair out of her face with a little crinkle of her nose.&nbsp; "Blegh.&nbsp; First I have to take a shower, I think I brought half the beach back with me, and I am pretty sure there's a hermit crab in my ass crack."&nbsp; She giggled and stretched, padding over to her luggage to open her toiletries bag, kneeling down beside it to start pulling out her shampoo, conditioner, body wash and about a million other things for personal grooming.&nbsp; "I figured we could eat lunch in here and then go exploring.&nbsp; I mean, not necessarily together.&nbsp; There are a <em>lot</em> of gorgeous women here, and I fully intend to get you laid as much as humanly possible on this trip, bro.&nbsp; You need it after what that bitch has been putting you through."&nbsp; She glanced over at him, holding a pink and blue bath pouf that looked almost exactly like cotton candy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 08:00:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://67.media.tumblr.com/c259c65ed62aedbe46cb7e1653bd4c7a/tumblr_ogphd0Kkl41rl9ejbo1_1280.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 7pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://66.media.tumblr.com/e7c6ec0a50f3e8ded8d0e933accdd2f8/tumblr_nsxd151YEi1rsw5zvo1_500.jpg) &amp; carrying the overalls she'd had on earlier<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marco <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Bounciness!</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">By the time Charlie made it to her room, she was more than ready for a hot shower. She'd spent a good few hours wandering this way and that and meeting new people. She'd enjoyed the sun and sand a bit too but ultimately a trip back to her room to sort of refresh herself was in order. She wasn't yet decided on whether she intended to stay in after her shower or whether she'd be bounding right back out the door but then she didn't have any plans to keep anyhow. It was only the first day, she'd just go with the flow.<br><br>Finding the room was simple enough. For a moment she forgot that about the others who'd revealed they'd been placed with a roommate. The idea that she might have one had crossed her mind earlier but since it didn't really worry her too much she'd simply let that bit of info float away in favor of focusing on other things. Which of course meant that she was slightly unprepared to bounce into her room and find a seriously hot ass male singing and tossing shit around. <br><br>Charlie's eyes lifted to the ceiling and she led with a heartfelt and hormone enthused, "Thank you, Jesus," before entering the room fully and closing the door behind her. "Heya roomie," she clicked her tongue and winked. "Don't stop dancing on my account, by the way." <br><br>It was Marco the lickable in all his deliciously fit glory. Working the same ship with him for a short while had allowed her to become acquainted with his face--and body--though she hadn't yet tapped that. Actually for a while there she'd thought he'd invented such a thing as being too damn hot but now, being in the same room with him, a room they were expected to share, she wasn't at all sure that was an actual thing.<br><br>"So... umm... did you, like, lose something?" Charlie asked with a gesture toward his side of the room. Moving to her side before she did something like see how many seconds it would take to climb his body like a tree, she tossed down her backpack and set aside her overalls to reach for her luggage.<br><br>Briefly her eyes flicked over what she kind of thought might be an attempt to unpack and then over to the other side of the room where her things sat untouched. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 20:05:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/d3/f9/89/d3f989c076823eff4e97aa0495535245.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong> A guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Checking into his room, which is shared <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Full suit and Tie <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open (to Roomie) <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>The moment he heard Cesar was involved in some degree, Javier became suspicious. It wasn't unlike his big brother to send him away so he could get his way with the family. Yes, he had an invitation from an "employee" but he was curious to find out how and if this was connected to his brother after hearing him say something about Flostan last time they saw one another. It was a vacation and he was not gonna let the opportunity to relax escape him. He packed light, his small case carried as he looked for his room in the large mansion. <br><br>Once he entered he was both pleased with the large room but wary of the second bed, a double? Filing it away under, problems to deal with later, he decided to start unpack and undress. Gun and badge was tossed into the safe alongside his wallet, phone and all the main goods. The suit was hung up and set aside for cleaning before he slipped into the shower to wash up in the large shower. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 22:44:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3c/2d/14/3c2d144ad6cf331810886458945e7752.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Chef<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Stripping down<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Unexpected company (Javier) <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>When Adriana opened the door to her assigned room, it was obvious someone had arrived here before her. A smug grin stretched her lips, assumption made that her current casual fling had gone ahead and marked them down as roommates. If that was the case, (and it had to be, right?), this vacation would be even more relaxing and pleasant than she assumed. She hadn't thought he would be here at all! But the suit and the bag were a clear sign of company, so there it was. <br><br>Rushing sound of water gave up Jack's whereabouts, so she had the splendid idea of surprising him. It would serve him right. Hopefully he'd be in some compromising position in there so she could poke fun afterwards. The brunette dropped her small bag on one of the beds, pondering for a moment why he hadn't just booked a room with one large bed rather than two smaller, and wiggled out of the little dress she had on. The bright red thing was left on the floor, along with her shoes, and she hooked the red bikini on the door knob as she entered the bathroom. <br><br>Jack was still in the shower, the room foggy with steam so she could only make out the shape of him through the glass and his movement. He didn't say anything though, so he hadn't seen her yet. Her smirk returned, cheeky and bold, as she stepped quietly into the shower and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. <br><br>Wait. <br><br>This wasn't...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 02:48:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/DawnaviClose.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cutoff denim shorts and a crew cut tee. (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Dawn-jaroselfie.png)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ and Sarah <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Amor trailed along, her beach bag swinging lightly by her side.&nbsp; She looked this way and that as they walked, taking in the mansion in all of its hedonistic glory.&nbsp; It screamed luxury out of every nook and cranny.&nbsp; Amor was happy to let the two new roommates chat wjile the walked&nbsp; She let her eyes wander over the gentle slope of CJ’s back, she was petite enough that the muscles in her shoulders and along her back stressed under carrying Sarah’s bag.&nbsp; Amore probably should have offered to help, but the play of sinew and skin was quite lovely. Her eyes floated over lavender and along thigh and calf. She sighed happily and wondered what Sarah might be thinking of all this.<br><br>Their room was a ways down the hall from the one that had been assigned to her, but if her room was half as amazing as CJ and Sarah’s she was in for quite a treat.&nbsp; Amor set her bag down next near the door while the others explored a room that was easily larger than her apartment in San Diego.<br><br>Eventually she heard her name being called from the bedroom and popped her head in to see why. She was met with CJ lost on the lavish softness that was the largest bed she had ever seen.&nbsp; CJ was fishing something out from the side of her bed, her rump hovering over her heals so she could reach whatever it was she was looking for.<br><br>“This?&nbsp; Oh I found it on…”&nbsp; She couldn’t finish her thought as the rhinestone bedazzled hoodie spun towards her guns blazing, so to speak.&nbsp; Amor covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a giggle.&nbsp; It wasn’t so much that she couldn’t see CJ all gangsta style, which was a stretch in and of itself, it was the “Nipples” across her chest all sparkly and gleaming.<br><br>“I love it.” She said not concealing her amusement.&nbsp; “However I think you need a bit of an adjustment.” She said motioning CJ to crawl or knee hobble over her yielding bed towards Amor.&nbsp; “May I?” she asked lifting her hands towards the zipper and gently taking the sterling clasp in her pink nailed fingers.&nbsp; She slowly began to unzip the hoodie until the hint of CJ’s A-cups could be seen..<br><br>“There.&nbsp; I think that might be the look you are going for Gee.”&nbsp; She said stepping back giving Sarah a smile. “Oh, I bet you look great in everything. That said why don’t you get changed?”&nbsp; Amor added plopping down on the edge of the bed near CJ.&nbsp; “We will wait.&nbsp; We don’t mind.”&nbsp; While she waited to see what Sarah was going to do she leaned her head toward CJ slightly.<br><br>“If you really like it, I can give this one.&nbsp; I know where to pick another up back home.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 04:34:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Adam-Rodriguez-Nude-Photo-Shoot-Cosmopolitan-UK-800x1067.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong> A guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Shower <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pair of arms <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Still don't know her name <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>The hot water was starting to wash away the long flight and tense shoulders of a busy work week. He was singing one of his favorite songs, a Spanish one that his old man would belt out when he was more than a few beers or shots in. Lost in his own little world, he didn't realize someone had entered the room, he did however notice he was no longer alone when the shower door opened. Javier rinsed the soap from his face and hair, about to spin around and confront whoever it was when he felt a pair of arms slide around him. Surprise came to an sudden halt when he felt a pair of firm tits press against his back. <br><br>Roll with it or make it awkward? Javi wasn't sure what to do, so he chose both. "Hey, I just met you." He began singing, giving his hips a little wiggle. "And this is crazy..." He took her hands and his and used them to run them up and down his chest. "So do you, want to feel my cock maybe?" Javier slowly began to slide her hands down past his waist. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 05:54:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3c/2d/14/3c2d144ad6cf331810886458945e7752.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Chef<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a grin and some water<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Not-Jack (Javier) <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>There was a moment of stunned shock when she realized she'd basically walked in on a stranger in the shower, and not only that but invaded his personal space as intimately as possible. ...Or maybe not. Her heart hiccuped back into pace at the sound of the guy's voice filling the shower, a song so unexpected it broke through the short threat of a nervous meltdown and made her laugh. <br><br>"What the..." She started to say, voice shaking with laughter, until he started moving her hands down his body. Returning swiftly to her usual confident self, Adriana figured why the hell not, and went with it. If the guy had enough guts to go for something like this and enough humor to pull it off without hesitation she already knew he was fun. She already found out he was hot, she'd gotten into that shower for a certain something to begin with, so <em>why the hell not</em>. <br><br>"You're not Jack," she commented grinning but instead of retreating like she probably should have, she moved her hands down to trace the V cut of his lower abdomen until her fingers brushed the base of his cock. Then she stopped, pulled her hands back and rested them on his hips. "Who are you and why are you in my sh...iiit" The last word changed from 'shower' to a curse half way through as she tried to reach to see his face but slipped on the shower tiles and grabbed his arm, clinging to him to stay off her ass but not even close to finding footing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 15:24:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 |11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 7<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg), hoodie (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Bitchclub.png)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild homoerotica<hr><br>Naturally, she had crawled. It had been difficult to see out from under the hood, so her neck had stretched to see Amor. She hadn't thought about it at all, but it all distilled into a moment of submission giving up control of her zipper to Amor. It shouldn't have affected her like this, being unzipped by a stranger- she'd only just zipped up, and Amor had already seen her underneath. It was all in Choe Ja's head, and it was powerful stuff.<br><br>"Yes, yes please. Yes," she answered. "Let's get out of that shirt." Sarah was in the room with them. She couldn't see what her roommate was up to without turning away and rejecting Amor's lean in. Was Sarah giving them some privacy? Was this a prelude to a kiss? The uncertainty in her shoulders let her half-unzipped hoodie slump down around her elbows. Without the use of her arms, a kiss felt never more invited. It was grazing and ticklish, like the heart-melting kisses from Korean dramas, tight-lipped and guarded against pandemic in a city of 25.6 million. Every time, a first kiss, a meeting of souls. She starved for more, but...<br><br>Choe Ja exhaled and caught sight of Sarah. This was it, wasn't it? The one room reserved for slaking lusts, on an island seething with desire, and they would need to ration it or be very, very comfortable with each other. She imagined licking out a loud American girl while Sarah tried to sleep, and her mouth screwed. "Umm..." She searched Amor for a willingness to do something crazy. "Do you want to see the island with me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 18:04:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 7<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Changing into a Pink Bikini (https://www.google.com/search?q=pink+bikini&amp;source=lnms&amp;tbm=isch&amp;sa=X&amp;ved=0ahUKEwj84-Kwr8nQAhWHjFQKHW4tDCkQ_AUICCgB&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=704#imgrc=vcW7C7J0G72uBM%3A) and oversized T-Shirt (http://picvpic.com/women-tops-t-shirts/los-angeles-palm-tree-tee)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild Homoerotica<hr><br>Like CJ, Sarah was beginning to feel the ramifications of their rooming arrangements as well. If anything, she was feeling it more sharply as her roommate was moving well past the flirtation line with their impromptu guest. Of course, in the end, if everyone was moving as quickly as she had observed so far, she figured there'd be a lot of spare beds around with all the sharing. In the meanwhile, Amor did suggest that she change while the two of them wait and though perhaps waiting wasn't the optimal term here, if nothing else, Sarah figured the least she could do was change quickly, so if Amor and CJ did turn out wanting to be left alone, she could head down to the beach or whatever and give them their privacy. Of course, maybe they didn't quite want to be left alone either - a prospect which Sarah found, surprisingly enough, that frightened and excited her simultaneously.<br><br>Sarah grabbed her case and opened it. Everything was in its proper place, just as she packed it. Sarah was nothing if not meticulous. T-Shirts, blouses, shorts, skirts, dresses, socks, shoes, undies, toiletries, books, and everything else she might need was geometrically placed for easy access. And above each one were Post-It notes with messages written in a careful hand, dispensing all sorts of advice. But the advice itself ran counter to the nature of the packing, with exhortations such as <br><br><em>Let Yourself Go!<br>Don't Waste This Chance!<br>YOLO - You Only Live Once!<br>Take This Opportunity - Live Like You Mean It!<br>Remember What You Promised Yourself!<br>Come Back With Stories You WON'T Tell Your Grandchildren!</em><br><br>Her hands moved to a pink two-piece carefully labeled <em>You Bought This For a Reason!</em> And she had - up to this point she had been a strictly one-piece girl, but with the trip firmly in mind, and all she resolved to do, Sarah went out and bought it. Given, it wasn't a thong or anything, but still, for her, a challenge.<br><br>She grabbed the swimsuit and turned around so her back was facing the two girls. While she was a little abashed with their presence, it wasn't as if she hadn't changed in single-sex company before, so she peeled off her traveling clothes, placing each in their proper spot in a bureau nearby, and pulled on the bikini, grabbing an oversized T-Shirt with a palm tree on it before turning around and saying, "OK, I'm ready." Normally, she'd have thrown the T-Shirt on before doing so, but this time, with a few self-reminders about the sentiments she had written on all those post its, she merely draped it over her arm for the time being. "So you two can... um... well... I don't want to hold you or anything if you've got plans..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 20:06:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Adam-Rodriguez-Nude-Photo-Shoot-Cosmopolitan-UK-800x1067.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong> A guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Shower <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pair of arms <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Still don't know her name <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>"If you keep doing what you are doing, I'll be whoever you want..." Javier replied, as she took over, his hands releasing hers. His arms began to drop down to his sides, about to reach back to get a handful of his own when she began to slip. Forced to spin around, he barely managed to wrap an arm around her waist, lean into her as he steadied himself on the wall behind them. The two thudded against the wall, it spared them a full fall but now they were facing one another, tightly pressed together. "Are you always this clumsy? I need to know if it is safe to continue." He teased, as he assisted her back to her feet. Javier continued to lean towards her, a smile spreading across his lips. "We are already naked, does it really matter who I am?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 20:09:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Comfortable dress shirt, white slacks, Loafers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Resident of Room 8 (Devon) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not at the moment<hr><br>His roommate woke up suddenly, making Thomas wince. He hated being woken up from naps by bumbling idiots making too much noise. The only thing he hated more, in fact, was being the bumbling idiot in the same scenario. He raised a hand, an apology already beginning to form on his lips when the man quickly grabbed a pillow and put it over a strategic spot, jumping up to see who the intruder was.<br><br>"I'm sorry, didn't mean to w..." He paused. The young man's face was... familiar. He met a lot of people at work, but this man wasn't one of them. No. The man's face brought back memories that were slightly hazed by alcohol, pleasure, fun, the salty taste of sweat on his lips as fingers moved over his body. Nathan? Who the fuck was Nat....<br><br>Fuck.<br><br>Memories clicked into place with vague mental images. Nathan was a name that he tended to use on trysts that had all fun and nothing more in mind. One night stands was the colloquial term, but a much needed stress reliever was how he viewed them. A night wrapped up with a stranger, hot, passionate, and something to remember fondly, adding to the bittersweet touch of how it ended so quickly. And that particular night, 'Nathan' had had a wonderful time in his hotel room with...<br><br>"Connor?" The room was dark, but the use of his fake name had all but sealed the young man's identity in his mind. Connor was the name that he had used that night, he was sure of it. Although the odd doubt that Connor might not be his real name either crept into Thomas' mind," I'm... it's going..." He decided to leave that sentence were it was.<br><br>This was... awkward. No, no, this took awkward into another level. What were the chances that Connor worked for the same company as he did? There was a small part of him that wanted to actually do the math on just how likely it was for him to end up on a one night stand with someone that worked for Fhloston. But that was an issue for another time.<br><br>"It's... Thomas, actually," He said, the redness coming over his face hopefully covered by the darkness of the room. The guy was gonna find out one way or another, best if it came from him.<br><br>"How have you been?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 21:13:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fashionnstyle.com/data/images/full/91629/charlie-hunnam-19-jpg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, 11:30ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White dress shirt, left open, tank top underneath, jeans,<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Landry <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Yet<hr><br>Stephen stepped out of the bathroom, still missing his shirt, smiling as his sister entered the room. He opened his mouth to say something, but she just kinda... kept going. First about room service, then about a shower. Something about the beach being brought in, and a hermit crab lodged up somewhere. And she just kept going. She had a way of doing that. It was something that he'd gotten used to over the years, so a smile came on his lips as he just watched her, waiting for her to finish her talking and allow him to get in a word edgewise. He winced though when she mentioned getting him laid, referring to his now ex-wife as a bitch.<br><br>"First of all," He said, avoiding the topic of the aforementioned bitch. He'd had enough of that over the last few months," I appreciate the effort, Stephie, but I'll pass on the help to get me laid. I think I can handle that front quite well on my own," Says the guy that hasn't gotten any for over six months. But she didn't need to know that. She was right though. Just from what he'd seen coming in, there were a lot of good-looking people of both genders walking around here.<br><br>"Second of all, I think I'm in the mood for something... like really unhealthy. A thick milanesa steak, with a monumental portion of fries and a drink that is both fruity and boozy. And a bowl of ice cream. Like one of those bowls that they use to fill up with ice to cool champagne? It's been a while since I've had a vacation and I fully intend to take advantage," Having a drink with lunch was stuff that folks did on vacation, and fruity just meant... like, with fruits, right? Not the other meaning of the word. Like a pineapple or something. Seemed appropriate for an island paradise.<br><br>Oh, right.<br><br>"Hey, mind if I use your tablet?" He asked, before she stepped into the shower. No answer from her was generally a yes. When she had something against him doing anything, she wasn't the kind to mince her words. Yeah, if she didn't want him to use the tablet, she would have voiced her opinion on the matter with about five sentences more than were necessary. Probably include something about invasion of privacy and all that too, he thought with a chuckle, walking over to her luggage and tugging the device out of her bag. He pressed the button, watching as the screen came onto a fluffy kitten, asking for a password.<br><br>"Can I haz password?" He gave the kitten's quote voice with a chuckle, typing in the series of numbers that Stephie had used as a password ever since she was a teenager and thought that nobody else would guess. The locked screen disappeared, giving way to a list of the apps on the device that he could use. He settled down on his bed, wondering at the fact that the tablet had no front or back facing camera, and no microphone besides. He scrolled down the list apps, finally finding facebook. He would probably need to log off her account to get into his, but it wouldn't be a problem. He could just log back into her account. He knew the password to that one too. She hadn't changed them since she was 15.<br><br>He found the facebook app, and clicked it. Or tried to. Big mechanic fingers interfered as he tried to press down on the F button that facebook used as their logo, hitting one with a similar F, but with a red field behind.<br><br>"Fuck," He growled, watching as the screen went red, with 'Facetime XXX' coming up instead. He tried pressing the button to go back to the menu, to no avail. He scowled, watching as the screen rolled over a few times, and finally a notification appearing.<br><br>"No Internet Access," It said," Would you like to access stored videos?"<br><br>No internet. Huh. That meant no access to facebook either, he assumed. He sighed, scowling. The Ex wouldn't mind a few weeks of him not contacting Dylan, but... yeah. Likely wouldn't be any trouble, right? He idly pressed the 'View Stored Videos' button, not really paying attention anymore. The screen jumped over to a couple of videos with no titles, just... random numbers and letters. He peered closer at one of them, trying to figure out what he was looking at, before giving in and just pressing to watch the video.<br><br>Stephie came onto the screen, wearing makeup and her hair done up in a messy little bun above her head, her outfit... skimpy.<br><br>A slow tune began playing as she began swaying her hips, fingers running up her body, and Stephen a little more uncomfortable watching. His eyes narrowed but remained on the screen as the hands came up to the shoulder straps of her dress, gently tugging them lower, her eyes cast down as the dress slipped down, inching to the ground to reveal her voluptuous body, covered by only a sexy black lace&nbsp; that left little to the imagination. And the more uncomfortable Stephen felt as the video carried on, the more he found he couldn't look away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 21:48:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White Briefs, White Shirt with Skull/Black Kittens, Jeans<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Residents of Room 8 (Thomas) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> No Warning<hr><br>That name.&nbsp; I remnant from a not so distant past, and it seemed that Thomas had had the same idea of keeping a cloak of anonymity.&nbsp; The man he knew as Nathan was actually Thomas, and with this revelation came the need for Devon to unveil his own true name.&nbsp; "I've been good," he said in a softer voice than he usually used.&nbsp; "I'm Devon though.&nbsp; I think we both thought using a fake name was a good idea that night," he said, smiling for the first time between them as he referenced their previous meeting.&nbsp; "I didn't know you worked for Fhloston.&nbsp; I had my suspicions, but now I know for sure.&nbsp; We wont...get in trouble for..." He said, leaving the rest of that question unsaid.<br><br>Devon swallowed as he let his eyes trail over Thomas.&nbsp; He hadn't changed in the year since that night, and the memories were surfacing all too quickly.&nbsp; The scent of the man was refreshed through those memories as well as his touch and strength.&nbsp; They'd begun against the wall, hands touching at every available spot each of them could manage.&nbsp; Clothing gave way to warm flesh.&nbsp; The scratch of stubble along smooth flesh was an oddly erotic feeling for Devon.&nbsp; The touch of the man's hand on his ass, a squeeze of his fingers that left him moaning in want.&nbsp; The young man was glad he had the pillow in front of him because his morning wood had turned into a full blown erection.<br><br>"So...I guess we're going to be sharing the room," he said, his eyes glancing to the other bed nearby.&nbsp; Part of him hoped that Thomas wouldn't be sleeping in the other bed every night of the getaway.&nbsp; He was already thinking of ways to get another taste of him.&nbsp; It was a harmless thing, and it seemed neither man had qualms about sleeping around previously.&nbsp; However, he didn't think it polite to broach that subject as soon as the man had arrived.&nbsp; In fact, he should probably get dressed.&nbsp; Devon slipped from the bed, holding the pillow as he moved.&nbsp; He walked awkwardly towards a dresser where he had stashed his clothes, dropping the pillow as he turned away from Thomas.&nbsp; "I'm sorry.&nbsp; I should get dressed," he apologized before pulling a pair of straight fit jeans from the dresser.&nbsp; He unbuttoned them and leaned over to pull one leg up and into them, his rear easily visible beneath the tight cotton of his briefs as he performed the quick maneuver to get into those jeans.&nbsp; Once they were on and buttoned, he adjusted his groin before turning around to face the man.&nbsp; He moved to the wall, flicking the switch to illuminate the room with the overhead lighting.&nbsp; Devon's eyes adjusted to focus better on the details of Thomas' face and form.<br><br>"I'm surprised you remember me, honestly," he confessed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 22:13:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/66/89/23/668923dc5543052f27c8b646004555ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marco Gutierrez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 1st | ~7 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- That is about right.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Well....Hello, there.<br><br><hr><br>He glanced back at the sound of the voice behind him, and a smile sprang to his lips.&nbsp; "Charlie!&nbsp; Damn, if I'd have have known <em>you</em> were my roommate, I'd have been waiting for you to arrive with a rose in my mouth sprawled all come-hither-like across your bed."&nbsp; He winked at her and turned back to his luggage, only after a slow and appreciative perusal of her bikini-clad body.&nbsp; He tossed the green boxer-briefs he'd been holding onto the pile of clothes already occupying the middle of his bed and shrugged a little.&nbsp; "Nah, I'm just unpacking.&nbsp; Wait, is this not how you're supposed to do it?&nbsp; I'v always just thrown all my shit on the bed and then crammed it into drawers.&nbsp; It's not like it's gonna wrinkle."<br><br>He finally emptied the duffel and carried it over to the closet to cram on the over-head shelf, before returning to his bed and sitting on the edge.&nbsp; His attention returned to her and he grinned, leaning back on his hands as he allowed himself a second full-body scan.&nbsp; "Damn, woman.&nbsp; Please tell me you sleep in the nude.&nbsp; It was my Christmas wish this year, and I'm hoping I've been a good enough boy to get my present a little earlier than expected."&nbsp; He arched a brow and looked up at her face, smile widening a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 22:40:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/9232783/740full-jewel-staite.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kerry Lofthouse (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12805057#msg12805057)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee, Navigation Officer and First Mate<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 1st August, 23:00-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Just getting out of the lift, --&gt; Room 17 (?)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/3822964/740full-jewel-staite.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nina Krause <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Aiden Jones (in slightly drunk conversation)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Slight drunkenness<hr><br><em>TING</em><br><br>The elevator door opened and Kerry stepped out into the long corridor lined with doors. The party had been fun, and the girl she'd been eyeing all evening had finally agreed to dance with her, and although it wasn't any sort of slow dance or anything intimate like that, she had "bought" the girl a couple of drinks - not that she paid for them, but it was the principal of the thing. And now, with the party breaking up, they had ridden up in the elevator together. "So, the ship is in this massive fog bank, right, and the Captain is sounding the fog horn every few minutes, and I'm watching the <acronym title="Electronic Chart Display and Information System">ECDIS</acronym> as if my life depended on it. Which it did, actually... And so all of a sudden there's this MASSIVE radar return, right in front of us, and it's moving. Fuck knows where it came from... So I yell at the helmsman 'HARD TO PORT! FULL AHEAD STARBORD, FULL ASTERN PORT!' <br><br>"The captain yells 'Belay that, All Stop', and comes over to where I'm panicking as this huge thing that wasn't there before is getting closer and closer... So I show him and he goes white, re-instates my order. The ship heels over about three degrees - these things are so damn stable they hardly even roll around in a hurricane, but we manage to get the ship to list three degrees off true. Then we see it... We just catch a glimpse of the tail end of it. A god-damn aircraft carrier. Hell I thought those things travelled surrounded by hundreds of ships and with an exclusion zone a hundred miles wide, so how the hell we got close enough to <em>see</em> the thing in the fog... God knows. Anyway Captain Jones gets on the radio, attempting to talk to the thing and gets nothing. <br><br>"So, next day, we're arriving in Bermuda, and we get on to the US Navy and Royal Navy, and neither of them admit to having an unescorted carrier in the region. And then this guy from the CIA shows up and insists that we didn't see anything. Well, he says he's CIA anyway. He asks if anyone took any pictures of the ship, and the Helmsman says he did, and they confiscate his phone... He gets it back an hour later and it's been wiped clean. Well, I did a bit of research later, cos I was curious. I got a glimpse of the number of that aircraft carrier. Forty two... That's the USS Franklin D Roosevelt. That ship was scrapped in nineteen seventy eight! Now come on! We were right in the middle of the triangle, and you want to tell me that wasn't some weird spooky do-dah?"<br><br>Her voice was only slightly slurred as she led her conquest of the evening along the corridor. At least, she hoped this woman would be her conquest. At any moment she was hoping&nbsp; the woman would stop and say "This is my room, do you want to come in..." Or something. Or maybe she was expecting to be invited in to Kerry's room? As they passed more and more doors, that seemed to be more and more likely, unless the woman (who's name Kerry had definitely heard, but couldn't for the life of her remember) was in one of the last rooms on the corridor.<br><br>Kerry pulled out her key and stopped outside her room. "Well, this is..." She stopped, confused. The other woman had her key out too and looked exactly as if she was about to open the door. "... My room?" She finished the sentence rather lamely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 23:10:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1e/78/84/1e78840758a7c506615cc2b5977f4254.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nina Krause<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Restaurant Manager <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 11 Pm ish<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Just getting out of the lift, --&gt; Room 17 (?)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kerry Lofthouse <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Hearing Aiden in conversation<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>A little tipsy girl<hr><br>Throughout the party, Nina seemed to be the exact opposite of what she was during work.&nbsp; On her job, she would be very outgoing and greeting customers as they came into the restaurant and ask them how their day was before having one of her waitresses or herself getting the customer to their seats.&nbsp; Now, she was sitting against the wall during the party trying to catch the eyes of some woman that&nbsp; could possibly bring her home for a very sweet night.&nbsp; That woman turned out to be Kerry as she enjoyed the party.&nbsp; Sure she let Kerry buy the drinks and let them dance but when she heard the British accent that Kerry had, Nina was very hooked.&nbsp; She really hoped that Kerry would take her to her room.<br><br>Nina let Kerry keep talking about her adventures on the ship.&nbsp; She let out a few gasps and giggles of her own at the opportune moments in the story while letting Kerry continue on.&nbsp; She really loved the story as it seemed to be a very funny and crazy tale that could only be told by someone that experienced it all first hand.&nbsp; They kept walking along the corridor as she was waiting for Kerry to pull out her key and lead them into her room.&nbsp; She was a little surprised when she found out that it was her own room as well. Getting out her own key, Nina felt a little better but was a little surprised to see Kerry taking out her own key as well.<br><br>"Looks like this is our room, I guess."&nbsp; Nina admitted as she let out a small blush.&nbsp; "I knew that I was getting a roommate soon and I was hoping to meet that someone soon.&nbsp; This... uhh... is a little awkward, for sure."&nbsp; She added while keep her key in her own hand.&nbsp; "Mind if I open up the door?"&nbsp; She asked with a soft smile while taking the key and placing it in the lock.&nbsp; The door opened up and all that was shown when the front light turned on was a small little view of not only Nina's things and bed on the left side of the room but also a small view of Kerry's bed and belongings on the right side of the room.<br><br>"I have a good feeling that we may be seeing each other more often than we thought.&nbsp; Maybe we should find a way to make this awkward situation into a better one?"&nbsp; She asked, reaching out with her hand towards Kerry's, hoping that this could be the start of something wonderful.&nbsp; "I know that it was loud at the party.&nbsp; I'm Nina.&nbsp; You are Kerry, right?"&nbsp; She asked as they walked further inside of the room.&nbsp; Nina hoped that this night would turn out much better than what she intended it to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 23:44:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3c/2d/14/3c2d144ad6cf331810886458945e7752.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Chef<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> water and a stranger's arms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Not-Jack (Javier) <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br><br>Air pressed out of her lungs when her back hit the wall but she inhaled sharply and took a moment to thank the heavens she didn't end up on the floor. A firm male body up against her own snapped her out of that train of thought, along with a cute joke and a sexy smile. Maybe it was the whole being naked in water and already up close and personal, or maybe he was just hot, but she wasn't about to run away. "That wasn't clumsy, that was all planned out," she claimed and snickered a little. <br><br>She watched the path of her fingers as they trailed up his arms, and shifted to push one thigh a little between his legs, just a little. Once her fingers reached his shoulders in their exploration, she tilted her chin up and smiled at him. "So what, gonna just keep looking?" The invitation was clear, as if the position of their bodies wasn't enough so, and she rolled her hips to grind against him in case he was a complete airhead and all of this was lost on him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 00:55:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/3822964/740full-jewel-staite.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kerry Lofthouse (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12805057#msg12805057)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee, Navigation Officer and First Mateies<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 1st August, 23:00-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 17 <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--This<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nina Krause <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild Homo-eroticism<hr><br>"Heh... Um, yeah. What are the chances, hmm? Well gee. Uh, yeah sure, go ahead..." Kerry watched while Nina opened the door, followed her in to the room. "Well it sure seems like it..." She giggled and took Nina's hand in hers. "Yep, Kerry. You have better ears than me, Nina. I guess the restaurant can get pretty noisy, but the bridge is usually pretty quiet."<br><br>Holding the Latino woman's hand was sending shivers down Kerry's spine. She used her free hand to push the door closed behind them and heard it click shut, then walked with her room mate further into the room, looking at the contrast between how their things were scattered on the two double beds in the massive room. "Sheesh! This is the biggest hotel room I've ever stayed in!" She giggled, then with a shrug,&nbsp; let go of Nina's hand and picked her own suitcase up, dumped it on Nina's bed. "We won't be needing both, will we? Not tonight, at least!" Her words were accompanied by a blush on her face. She slipped an arm around Nina's waist and, pausing to grab a can of insect repellent, led the other woman out onto the balcony, making sure the mosquito nets were closed behind them.<br><br>"Quinine does wonderful things, but I'd far rather not catch malaria!" She said with a giggle then sprayed them both liberally with the can she'd picked up.<br><br>Outside the are was warm and humid, waning moon lit the ocean and the palm trees around the pool with a ghostly monochrome glow. White lights dotted the area between the mansion and the beach, marking out the pathways. More white lights dotted the sky. Kerry took a deep breath of the humid tropical air and turned to Nina. "It's romantic, isn't it?" she swept a hand to indicate the grandeur of the Indian Ocean, or whatever ocean the island was in. Java sea? Banda sea, Celebes Sea? It didn't really matter. She was only curious because it was her job to know where she was. Time to relax, let go and not <em>care</em> about geography! "So... Actually, I'm very bad at this seduction business... Normally I'm the one being seduced. But I'll give it a go if you want?"<br><br>Saying that, Kerry moved closer, put her hands on the taller woman's shoulders and grinned. she was so close that her breasts and belly were only millimetres from Ninas. Her hands moved to the other woman's neck, then up, cupping her head just behind the ears. Kerry tilted her own head back and slightly to the side and gently eased Nina's head forward and to the other side (from Kerry's perspective). Her tongue darted out, moistening her lips. Her breath scented with the spiced rum she'd been drinking was hot against Nina's lips, just a tiny move away from touching, but she held back, teasing, never quite touching mouth to mouth in that first kiss that would mark the evening as a success.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 03:20:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://67.media.tumblr.com/c259c65ed62aedbe46cb7e1653bd4c7a/tumblr_ogphd0Kkl41rl9ejbo1_1280.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 7pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://66.media.tumblr.com/e7c6ec0a50f3e8ded8d0e933accdd2f8/tumblr_nsxd151YEi1rsw5zvo1_500.jpg) &amp; carrying the overalls she'd had on earlier<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marco <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Bounciness!</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"You are terrible, you know that?!" She whirled around to give him a mock glare but couldn't maintain it. Already a grin was threatening as she pointed at him. "I come in here and take painstaking efforts -<em>not-</em> to paw at you and treat you like a piece of meat I've yet to taste but have really been dying to and here you go and ruin it!" She was laughing just looking at him sitting there. Laughing because damn if the feel of his eyes crawling over her curves didn't make her want to strike a fucking pose. <br><br>It was no secret that she found Marco attractive, she'd told him quite plainly before as Charlie often preferred to dispense with the secrets and such. But she hadn't really bothered to elaborate on her thoughts concerning him specifically. Until now.<br><br>Dropping her bags off to the side of the bed, Charlie turned and sat down, immediately moving to mirror Marco's pose. It likely looked a little less 'casual lean' given her attire but she was actually quite at ease. She could have been completely naked and would have felt the same. CHarlie had little in the way of shame or a lack of confidence. <br><br>"As a matter of fact, Marco..." she let the moment draw out just a second, "I do <em>not</em> sleep in the nude. Topless, yes, but usually I have boyshorts or boxers on. I dunno why. Its just comfy." She eyed him, taking her time and disguising none of it. "Unless of course there happens to be enough body heat in my bed that the extra cloth is just uncomfortable. I prefer the body heat but it isn't always available." She shrugged and let the half truth go. In reality there was usually plenty available it was more a matter of if she wanted it or not. She was most definitely a cuddler after all. <br><br>Still, Charlie pressed on, licking her lips and tilting her head to the side. "Hmm... so do <em>you</em> really think you've been a good boy this year? I mean, for Christmas in August that's pretty serious. Like, you probably have to have been majorly, epically good." She considered. "And hey, what about <em>my</em> present? If you get one does that mean I get one?" Her teeth bit down into the soft flesh of her lower lip and her eyes dropped much lower than his face before rising once more. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 05:37:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/66/89/23/668923dc5543052f27c8b646004555ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marco Gutierrez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 1st | ~7 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- That is about right.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie | Closed <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Over-acting.<br><br><hr><br>"Wait, why the fuck are you preventing yourself from treating me like a piece of meat?&nbsp; Do you think I work my ass off five times a week at the gym and keep my hair looking this fucking fine because I want people to respect me as a human being?&nbsp; No!&nbsp; I want to be objectified!&nbsp; I want to walk down the street and get cat-calls from all sides.&nbsp; I want to constantly feel the eyes of strangers on my body, undressing me with their minds.&nbsp; I want to know that I am the subject of feverish hours of self-gratification fantasies.&nbsp; Oh and I want my fantasy self to be put in the most compromising, undignified, filthy positions and situations imaginable...like, so utterly debased that I can feel that shit in my actual <em>soul</em>."&nbsp; His grin slowly grew as he talked and he ended with a laugh, eyes glittering in amusement and no small amount of pleasure over the fact that she was his roommate.<br><br>He cocked his head at the description of her sleeping attire and he groaned, closing his eyes and flopping back on his bed with one hand rising to press to his chest over his heart.&nbsp; "Dios Mio.&nbsp; Fourteen beautiful nights of Charlie's perky breasts bouncing all over the room and that tight little ass in some cute boy shorts?&nbsp; I may not survive, but I'm willing to take that risk.&nbsp; If it turns out that my mind and body simply can not handle such wonder, then at least I will die a man blessed and happy.&nbsp; Fuck that, is there a word better than happy?&nbsp; Ex-fucking-static."&nbsp; He shoved himself back up and huffed, eyes widening in feigned shock, his acting chops earned watching telenovelas at his tia's house after school.<br><br>"You dare question my goodness?"&nbsp; He stood up and stalked across the room toward her, pointing over his head.&nbsp; "Can't you see the halo?&nbsp; I've been so damn charitable this year that they are considering yours truly for the Nobel Peace Prize!&nbsp; I'm practically the next Mother Teresa!&nbsp; I gave so much money in the name of keeping the young and hot of the world well-hydrated and inebriated.&nbsp; On more than one occasion I offered up my own home to house the homeless...or, well, they weren't so much homeless as they were tired and incapable of walking.&nbsp; But, there you go!&nbsp; I helped the disabled, and it shouldn't matter that I as the one that made their legs stop working for a while.&nbsp; It's the principal of the thing."&nbsp; He paused and grinned at her, folding his arms across his chest and glancing down then back up when she did.&nbsp; "You can have whatever you want, mamsita.&nbsp; Name it and it's yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 15:02:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1e/78/84/1e78840758a7c506615cc2b5977f4254.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nina Krause<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Restaurant Manager <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 11 Pm ish<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Room 17<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kerry Lofthouse <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Mild Homo-eroticism<hr><br>The night was perfect.&nbsp; Warm and serene.&nbsp; The sights were ones to behold outside as the better sight was right in front of her.&nbsp; It was a long time since Nina was even seduced or even touched by another woman.&nbsp; How long could it have been?&nbsp; Even she couldn't remember right now.&nbsp; All she was feeling right now was chills and heat running through her body all at the same time with each touch and caress from Kerry.&nbsp; Nodding her head softly in acknowledgment of 'giving this a go', Nina let Kerry move right in front of her.&nbsp; She could feel Kerry's tongue sliding across her lips as she moved her own arms around Kerry's shoulders.&nbsp; Though she was a touch taller than Kerry, height made no difference.&nbsp; All there was going on in her body was the warmth and anticipation of what was about to happen.<br><br>Returning the move, Nina let her own tongue out to slip onto Kerry's own tongue.&nbsp; She could feel the heat coning from not only the air around her but also from Kerry's own body.&nbsp; It all felt magical.&nbsp; It felt so right.&nbsp; Since she was the one being seduced, she couldn't help but to wait for a bit for Kerry to make her next move.&nbsp; At the same time though, she decided to give her own inspiration to her roommate and possibly future lover.&nbsp; "So if you really wanted to give it a go, than kiss me, you fool."&nbsp; She purred seductively with her words.&nbsp; To give some added inspiration, Nina softly moved her hands down Kerry's back, grazing her fingertips along up and down her back in hopes that this would send the right message of what she wanted during this night to come.&nbsp; If she had her way, this night was going to turn out to be a success... very much so.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 17:05:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Adam-Rodriguez-Nude-Photo-Shoot-Cosmopolitan-UK-800x1067.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong> A guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Shower <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pair of arms <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Still don't know her name <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>“Yea, and my name is Jack.” Javier was quick to tease and remind her she was not as smooth as she thought she was. Not that she had to be, with the hips and ass she was rocking, cute face, well she could possibly get away with murder but he wasn’t about to go and say that. <br><br><br>“I’m taking it in, before you do...” The corner of his lip rose, turning his smile into a sly little smile. He pressed his chest against her, Stepping and planting his feet on the floor to act as the one with a sense of balance so they didn’t go tumbling again. Javier’s hands were quick to reach and cup each breast firmly, groping the wet slick flesh greedily before his lips found hers. If kissing was off the table, then he wouldn’t be interested, maybe. He could decide if it was that important later when he wasn’t preoccupied with whoever this random hottie was. <br><br><br>It didn’t take long before his hands began to roam, first down her sides then hips and back up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 06:09:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Comfortable dress shirt, white slacks, Loafers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Resident of Room 8 (Devon) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not at the moment<hr><br>Thomas tilted his head. The thought of in-company relationships, and the trouble that they brought had come to his mind, but he had stopped worrying about that sort of thing a while ago. That was to say, if their boss decided to put a good look into the sex life of one Thomas Malcolm, there would be a lot more to find than a one-night-stand with a delicious young man. He would likely be in trouble for his other in-company relationships, to the point where a fun night like the one that he had shared with Connor... Devon, Thomas mentally corrected himself - Would be pretty irrelevant. <br><br>As the younger man quickly stood, keeping the pillow covered over his midsection as he scrambled for some clothes, Thomas had to stop himself from making a quip along the lines that Devon needn't worry about him, as it was nothing he hadn't seen, touched, caressed and stroked before. But while that was true, Devon appeared to be a little uncomfortable about the his appearance, and so, he refrained from any kind of comment. Besides, even if he had seen it all before, it didn't entitle him to make that kind of remark. As rough as Thomas could be in the right situations, he tended not to cross the line into downright rude.<br><br>As Devon dressed himself, Thomas stepped over to his own bed, testing the strength of it with his hands - and old habit, acquired after learning the hard way that not all hotel beds were made equal - before sitting down on it, leaning forward with his elbows to his knees and hands interlocking, making sure not to stare at the young man's perfect form as he acquired some clothes. Beauty was difficult not to admire openly, after all. He did turn his full attention and the formidable gaze of his pale blue eyes on him once he was finished getting dressed.<br><br>"It was a... very memorable night," Thomas said, his voice soft, his eyes sort of fading, glazing over as memories took over for a long second, bringing a smile to his face before he brought himself back to the present," At least, it was for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 06:13:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/31/ae/48/31ae487e56f8310794472edef4d62b27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 2<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- Green dress, heels, <del>sunglasses, wide brimmed sun hat&nbsp; </del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aaron&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr><br>The door clicked shut behind her and for a brief moment Erica debated lingering there, her back pressed to the cool wood, but lurking or hovering really just weren't her style and so she took a deep breath and continued forward, tossing her hat onto a nearby chair.&nbsp; Not bad.&nbsp; Perhaps a bit small for her tastes, but it was just one of the many guest rooms.&nbsp; Total props to his decorator who managed to keep things modern and still pay homage to the relaxed tropical setting.<br><br>Realizing that she was in fact still stalling she turned to face Aaron, spine straightening, shoulders back her head tilted to an almost haughty angle.&nbsp; "In my defense talking has never been our strong suit.&nbsp; I don't expect an account of your ex girlfriends ..." Nor did she ever expect to be vacationing at one of their vacation homes either, but that was beside the point.&nbsp; Though she mentioned wanting to get changed she made no effort&nbsp; to shed any of her clothing.&nbsp; In fact she even kept her heels on, their not exactly practical four inch height boost making sure that she didn't have to crane her neck to look up at him.<br><br>"You invited me.&nbsp; I said yes..." it wasn't like she'd weaseled an invitation out of him.&nbsp; &nbsp;All very true and perfectly logical points, but she wasn't sure that Aaron would be inclined to see things that way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 09:00:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/sant0/12734640/115943/115943_original.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aaron King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797348#msg12797348)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 11:30 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room Two<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/94/d2/7d/94d27d1277cb9beb9379d1ab9a199a7a.jpg), sans glasses.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica <strong>Mentioned:</strong> James<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> -<hr><br>Unlike his darling lover, Aaron didn't take the time to enjoy the style and decor of their room. He was too busy stewing in his own anger. She'd seemed so eager; so happy to come along with him. He should've known something was off. And to think she believed a half-assed partial apology would do just fine. When he turned to face her, he couldn't help but feel a spike of irritation as he saw her expression. So calm. So smug. So in the right. <br><br>Her opening statement caused him to blink in surprise, his brow then arching dramatically. His face was the picture of befuddlement. Despite how upset he was, he just had to laugh at the ridiculousness of her words. It was a short, derisive laughter, but no less genuine for it. "What!? Are you serious right now?" He asked rhetorically. From the look in her eyes, she most certainly was. He let out a deep breath. "You know, I don't remember goin' to any of my exes houses to fuck." Though that was an interesting idea. He only thought this to himself briefly before pushing it out of his mind.<br><br>"Yeah. I invited you. You said yes. But maybe you should've said a little bit more. Maybe 'yes, but just to let you know, I used to be married to the guy you work for.' Actually, that part could've been said a <em>while</em> ago." A venomous sarcasm laced his tone as he spoke, belying his utter agitation. She'd played him for a damned fool, and didn't even have the courtesy to admit it, let alone apologize. <br><br>Unfortunately for him, her unapologetic nature was something he both hated and liked about her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 16:14:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White Briefs, White Shirt with Skull/Black Kittens, Jeans<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Residents of Room 8 (Thomas) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> No Warning<hr><br>He couldn't help but feel his skin flush at that admittance.&nbsp; Had it actually felt as pleasurable for Thomas that night as it had been for him?&nbsp; He was willing to go on the man's word, so he let it pass into a glow of soft arousal that started in his groin and radiated outward.&nbsp; "Well," Devon started as he walked closer to the bed where Thomas now sat, risking a seat beside the man.&nbsp; "To be honest, I have thought of it many times," he confessed.&nbsp; "It was...my first time, if you didn't notice then, but I must have been lucky because it was not like the horror stories I hear from some of my friends," he said, hoping it wouldn't be taken in the wrong way.&nbsp; Devon shifted slightly, the scent of the man heavy in the air now that he was so close.&nbsp; He wanted to ask the burning question on his mind.&nbsp; Would they be able to risk a second night like that?&nbsp; Devon didn't try to ask.&nbsp; Not yet.&nbsp; He thought he might step around the issue first.&nbsp; Beside that was the fact that he didn't know if Thomas was attached now.&nbsp; A lot could have happened in a year.<br><br>"So, how is life?"&nbsp; Devon asked.&nbsp; "Did you bring anyone with you on this amazing vacation that the company has provided?"&nbsp; He asked, hoping that would lead to the answer he sought.&nbsp; He looked down at his hands which he cradled on his lap as he leaned forward.&nbsp; Anything but to not stare at Thomas' handsome features.&nbsp; He could avoid to look, but he couldn't avoid the tantalizing scent of Thomas' cologne mingled with his natural essence.&nbsp; Devon hadn't realized how much he had been starved of intimacy until now.&nbsp; He worked a lot, so taking time to actually take care of physical needs took a back seat.&nbsp; They were one of those things that a person didn't notice until they needed them, and when they needed them, they were all too apparent.<br><br>He hadn't known he had done it, but as Thomas began to describe his answer to Devon's question, the younger man had leaned into Thomas.&nbsp; The young man caught himself and pulled back.&nbsp; "Oh...I'm sorry," he said, flushing a second time.&nbsp; He mentally kicked himself.&nbsp; <em>You're acting like a horny school boy.</em> He berated in his mind before standing and moving to his own bed to sit and face Thomas, the features of the man's face returning him to that night a year ago.&nbsp; How he wanted to feel the scratch of that facial stubble along his skin and those lips taking what they want from him.&nbsp; It was a roughness he hadn't known before Thomas, and he yearned for it again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 23:53:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/3822964/740full-jewel-staite.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kerry Lofthouse (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12805057#msg12805057)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee, Navigation Officer and First Mate<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 1st August, 23:00-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 17 <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--This<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nina Krause <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mirth, Homo-eroticism<hr><br><em>Kiss me, you fool!</em><br><br>Kerry's lips touched Nina's, just a soft brush of warm flesh on flesh, even as those four words penetrated her brain and searched for something to connect with...<br><br>"Pfffttt! Tsss-hss-hss! Hehehehe!" She pulled away, giggling. Looked away at the moonlit ocean. "Sorry...That has got to be the cheesiest movie chat-up line ever!" The navigator took a deep breath and let it out slowly, she was still grinning as she looked back up into her roomie's eyes, reached up with her hands and this time engulfed Nina's delicious looking mouth with her own. Her tongue pushed at the other woman's mouth, demanding admittance, and her hands began exploring Nina's back, one hand found the zip fastener that held the woman's dress on, expertly undid the hook at the top then slowly ran the zip down its track. The other hand returned from feeling the firm muscles in the woman's lower back, both hands moved to Nina's shoulders and east the black gown off them. <br><br><em>When was the last time?</em> She asked herself. That ship-board romance, two months ago when she had been approached by an overweight woman in her fifties... No, that didn't count - The mere thought was turning her off and she squashed the memory. So the time before that must have been ... Three weeks prior, in Barbados, with the gorgeous barmaid at the hotel the cruise guests were staying at while the ship was re-provisioned. Now <em>that</em> memory definitely turned Kerry on. She had been sore for a week and hadn't dared wear her swimsuits until the bruises had faded...<br><br>This was different though. This time she was the one making the moves, and it felt good.<br><br>Kerry broke the kiss and smiled. "You want to do it out here or go back inside?" She indicated the two sun-beds on the balcony. "Personally I think it would be more fun to let everyone hear us, but on the other hand there <em>are</em> insects out here...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 02:59:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3c/2d/14/3c2d144ad6cf331810886458945e7752.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Chef<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> water and a stranger's arms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Not-Jack (Javier) <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>"Ha!" She huffed at his cocky line, but that didn't mean any kind of dismissal of what he was doing or planning to do. Her thighs rubbed together when she shifted again, her back pressed to the shower wall and her breasts crushed between their bodies until he positioned himself at a more convenient angle. She didn't expect him to just go right ahead, this wasn't any kind of usual hookup after all, so the hands on her breasts and the kiss were both a surprise. He didn't lack confidence, that was for sure, but she'd found that out about him already. <br><br>Hot shivers ran down her body as his palms rubbed over her sensitive nipples, and she rolled her hips again, her round ass pressing onto the glass wall. The kiss was like a hot as hell introduction, her lips chasing his, tongues meeting, the taste of him filling her senses. He had softer lips than she expected, and caught hers in a sensual way she practically melted into in bliss. <br><br>When his hands left her breasts to move up and down her body, she set out on an exploration of her own. Delicate fingers trailed down his chest, his side, across his abdomen, and down the defined path from his hips to his cock. She didn't grab him, but teased him by caressing his inner thigh instead, letting the back of her hand brush along his shaft. <br><br>"Mmmthis for me?" She asked sweet as sugar and cupped his cock with one hand, her free hand on his chest, fingers dragging idly across his nipple. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 03:09:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/3a/43/5c3a43e1dd1915443434c303ed3cb5f7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee&nbsp; - Maid<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 12:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nothing (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/49/cc/f9/49ccf941c62f427680ceb19481de6a71.jpg) (Warning: Image is very NSFW!)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen Landry <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nudity, grooming, incest fantasies, and masturbation<br><hr><br>"Oh...that sounds good!&nbsp; Order me the same thing!&nbsp; And pasta with cheese of some sort!!"&nbsp; She called back out of the bathroom before closing the doors and shutting off all communication for the time being.&nbsp; Once she was alone, she carried her toiletries over to put some in the shower on the shelf, and some by the sink with her clean change of clothing.&nbsp; Granted, 'clothing' was a bit of a stretch, since it was basically a white dress shirt she'd kept from an ex-boyfriend and a black thong, which constituted her idea of comfortable lounging around clothes.&nbsp; The shirt came tom mid-thigh and covered everything, and it was a size too big, so it was almost comfortable enough to sleep in.&nbsp; She wasn't terribly keen on clothing anyhow, and was irked that the presence of her brother in her room would prevent her from indulging in nudity while she relaxed and slept.<br><br>Leaving her things on the counter, she returned to the shower, enjoying the warm, tropical air on her bare skin and shivering a bit as her nipples hardened from the shear delight in being naked.&nbsp; She leaned in to turn on the water, cranking it up as hot as it would go and climbing in, taking a deep, contented breath of the steamy air.&nbsp; Her head dropped back as she stood beneath the spray, feeling the water wash the sand and salt from her skin, leaving her deliciously exfoliated.&nbsp; A murmur of delight parted her lips and her hands rose to cup her full breasts, lifting them to let the hot spray tease her nipples and send subtle pulses through her body to her lower abdomen.&nbsp; Grinning to herself, she released her flesh and leaned to grab her vanilla &amp; lavender body wash to pour on her white shower pouf.&nbsp; Her free hand reached to turn on the stereo in the shower, pleased to see it, tuning into a Top 40's station for catchy, bubble-gum tunes that she could sing along to.<br><br>Lathering herself she sang along to Bruno Mars, Maroon 5, Lady Gaga and a lot of other artists she didn't know the names of.&nbsp; It was all about being able to dance and sing to the music, she didn't care who was singing.&nbsp; She had a decent enough voice, good enough for karaoke but not much else, but she made up for talent with volume.&nbsp; Many of her lovers had been forced to cover her mouth to desperately try and quiet her during sex, for fear of pissing off the neighbors.&nbsp; That was okay, she liked it...a lot.&nbsp; The ball-gags and scarf gags were even better.&nbsp; Her mind wandered as she ran the loofah over her skin, scrubbing her arms, breasts, back, ass and legs, before letting her soapy hand stray between her legs.&nbsp; A shudder went through her as she dropped the pouf and let her fingers spread the lather through her neatly-trimmed thatch, a gasp interrupting the most recent pop number.<br><br>Licking her lips, she lowered herself to the floor of the large shower, sitting on the tiles beneath the hot spray and spreading her legs out in front of her.&nbsp; One hand reached up to grasp her breast, fingers tightening around the slick flesh as her other fingers dipped between her pouting lips to tease along her warm cleft.&nbsp; A groan caught briefly in her throat before breaking free and escaping through her lips as her fingertips grazed across the top of her taut clit, causing her walls to clench in need.&nbsp; Her eyes fell half-shut, but remained focused on the hand between her splayed thighs, watching eagerly as she strummed her clit once more and pulled a whimper from her own throat.&nbsp; God, she wanted to get fucked.&nbsp; Her thoughts strayed briefly to her brother, sitting only a few feet from where she was, and she sucked in a sharp breath.&nbsp; It wasn't as if she'd never fantasized about it before.&nbsp; It was one of her naughtiest fantasies, actually, and one she only indulged in every so often, for fear of letting it become an unhealthy obsession.&nbsp; Her body responded strongly to the thought of Stephen so close by, and she shifted her fingers to lightly pinch her clit with a purr.&nbsp; Well...why the fuck not?<br><br>She let her mind free of constraints and leaned back against the wall, hands clenching and writhing against her skin with expert skill, knowing just how to tease forth the strongest climax.&nbsp; She imagined him catching her, hearing her and coming in...only to end up joining her.&nbsp; Daringly, she allowed her voice to rise as her fingers plucked and twisted her nipples to the point of pain, which mingled deliriously with the scorching pleasure that flooded her as three of her fingers pumped relentlessly in and out.&nbsp; Her hips rose and fell to meet the curling thrusts of her fingers, the tips raking across her g-spot each time they pulled free of her gripping walls.&nbsp; Her cries rose above the sound of the shower hitting the tiled floor and wall, her eyes closed as she delved deeper into her fantasy of having her brother's face buried between her legs and his cock driving into her throat.<br><br>Finally, she let loose a guttural groan as an uncontrollable shudder wracked her body and her greedy pussy clenched tight around her fingers, as if trying to hold them in.&nbsp; Panting and twitching involuntarily, she withdrew her hand and brought it to her lips, licking the taste of herself...and her soap, from the first three digits, a grimace touching her lips.&nbsp; "Bleh...soap."&nbsp; She huffed and rinsed the rest off her hand with a sigh and gazed up at the shower head, realizing she was stuck for the moment, until she felt steady enough to stand, at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 04:34:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/280full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ and Sarah <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild homoerotica<br><hr><br>The eagerness in CJ’s voice made Amor smile.&nbsp; Maybe she was reading this situation correctly and CJ wasn’t just being friendly.&nbsp; Amor crossed her arms and gathered the bottom of her tee shirt in her hands pulling it over her head, which let her breasts bounce free just in front of CJ’s face, covered by the pink bikini top that was the only thing between CJ and the ever round perkiness that only surgery could provide.<br><br>Amor would have gladly given into the kiss that CJ wanted.&nbsp; She wasn’t even sure she cared if Sarah was still in the room.&nbsp; Sarah was beautiful and Amor had fantasized more than one of being eaten out by two women at once.&nbsp; So early in the trip this was a fantasy Amor was not willing to be the aggressor on, perhaps in the future.<br><br>Freed of the cotton cage Amor set the shirt down on CJ’s bed behind the lovely Korean woman.&nbsp; CJ’s words were searching, probing.&nbsp; Amor smiled.&nbsp; “Yes, I would love to explore with you,” she answered more questions than were asked.&nbsp; Sarah’s movements drew her eye and she turned to see the pale expand of Sarah’s naked body.&nbsp; The woman’s back was turned to them as she balanced on one leg to slip into her bikini bottoms.&nbsp; Amor’s hand found the pliable flesh of Cj’s thigh and pressed against it wanting to draw her gaze to appreciate Sarah’s form.&nbsp; When she turned around she would see Amor’s smile and a nod.&nbsp; <br><br>“Okay.&nbsp; I guess I should get ready too.”&nbsp; This was easy for Amor.&nbsp; She stood and unbuttoned her denim shorts and wiggled them over her hips and booty, extracting one leg at a time and dropping them into her bag.&nbsp; While her bikini top was pretty standard her bottoms were a criss-cross of fabric that ultimately left only a diamond of fabric keeping her decent.<br><br>“Let’s go find the beach and maybe we can find a little time to explore.” She added the last to CJ, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 17:05:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://67.media.tumblr.com/c259c65ed62aedbe46cb7e1653bd4c7a/tumblr_ogphd0Kkl41rl9ejbo1_1280.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 7pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://66.media.tumblr.com/e7c6ec0a50f3e8ded8d0e933accdd2f8/tumblr_nsxd151YEi1rsw5zvo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marco <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Charlie being Charlie</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">He was too fucking extra. Like seriously. But Charlie loved it. She attempted to summon the discipline needed to pull off a serious face but with him going off the way he was it was damn near impossible to do anything but grin. Nevermind that every step he took closer to her side brought with it a growing sense of anticipation. She'd already decided she was going to fuck his brains out--her sanity wouldn't survive anything less. However, now it was a matter of when. When would she get to feel his hands all over her, his body under hers, his cock pumping feverishly inside her... <br><br>Charlie had to hold back a shiver even as she listened to him scold her for thinking him any less than good. The way he was talking he had to be packing a monster or some serious stamina but she didn't mind. The extra cockiness had always worked for her and the theatrics just made it a show.<br><br>"Halo?" Her brow arched and she slanted a look up him that was somewhat ruined by the stupid grin slanted over her face. "Yeah okay, Beyonce. Slow down there a minute. I think your uh 'halo'," she made air quotes, "could use a fresh coat of paint and a lightbulb change. You've been overworkin' it." Good thing a halo was probably the last thing required for any of the several explicit thoughts running in the back of her mind. Not unless he wanted to use it as a cock ring anyway.<br><br>Because he was closer now and much taller than she was, Charlie found herself at a disadvantage--at least angle-wise anyhow. With the dangerous promise having already been uttered, she rose from her reclined pose, opting to then step up on the bed so that the advantage became hers... slightly. "Hmm... made their legs stop workin' eh? You talk a good game, Marco, but I dunno." Her tongue made an appearance, peeking out briefly as her nose wrinkled and she crocked her finger to beckon him closer. "I mean, I did hear you're pretty good with your mouth but I'm not sure I'm buying what you're sellin'. So hard to believe things these days without proof, yanno? " <br><br>As if considering, Charlie crossed her arms beneath her breasts and lifted her chin. "Still, you did say I could have whatever I want. I was kinda thinkin' cheeseburger at first, you know like extra cheese, maybe some bacon, definitely going straight to my ass--but I dunno now. Maybe you naked and handcuffed to my headboard might be more... satisfying?" She had to think so but she made it a question anyway. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 03:19:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Comfortable dress shirt, white slacks, Loafers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Resident of Room 8 (Devon) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not at the moment<hr><br>Some things just came naturally when it came to sex. The basics, the whole 'where to put it' issue was quickly and smoothly resolved. Or... should be anyways. But Devon had shown some skill in the stuff that didn't come naturally. The kissing, the stroking, squeezing and caressing just in the right places that drive him wild. He wouldn't have guessed that it was the young man's first time. Impressive, he thought to himself. Also, delicious. He found his mouth watering at the thought of one more long, hot and sweaty night, or day for that matter. The day was still young, after all.<br><br>Again... he had to rein himself back in. Hungry as he was for the taste of Devon's skin, Thomas didn't want to push the man too far, too fast. After all, Devon might be here with someone himself. He didn't want to make any kind of advances that might not be welcome.<br><br>"I'm... didn't bring anyone with me," He said softly, recognizing a gentle probe for what it was, running his fingers lightly over his jawline, a pensive motion, trying to keep his eyes from wandering... without much success. Especially as Devon came closer, sitting in front of him, matching his own gaze with those mesmerizing brown eyes. Thomas leaned in closer, a small smile forming on his features," How about you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 03:59:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White Briefs, White Shirt with Skull/Black Kittens, Jeans<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Residents of Room 8 (Thomas) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> No Warning<hr><br>He lifted a dark eyebrow at the new information.&nbsp; No one brought with the handsome man across from him.&nbsp; Did that perchance mean that he was single and available for another memorable night?&nbsp; Devon hoped so, but it wasn't exactly polite to start seducing your roommate only ten minutes after he's walked through the door.&nbsp; He would let Thomas warm up to the idea first.&nbsp; Perhaps he'd even come to that same conclusion himself.&nbsp; He was already asking about Devon's attachments or what attachments he might have during the vacation.<br><br>The younger man shook his head in the negative.&nbsp; "No," he smiled.&nbsp; "I don't really have anyone to bring with me.&nbsp; No girl or boyfriend," he said with a half-smile.&nbsp; "I was hoping I might find something like we had that night during my stay here," he giggled a little at the coincidence.&nbsp; "I did not expect to see you though," he blushed slightly as he admitted to his openness to casual sex with acquaintances or even complete strangers.<br><br>Devon slowly straightened though.&nbsp; "I'm a rude roommate though.&nbsp; I've been monopolizing your attention before you've even settled in.&nbsp; I could perhaps order food or drinks while you unpack?" He offered.&nbsp; "Also, if you haven't tried the shower," he said, winking and clicking his tongue, "it's much better than anything they provide us on a ship," he finished with a soft laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 05:54:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/31/ae/48/31ae487e56f8310794472edef4d62b27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 2<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- Green dress, heels, <del>sunglasses, wide brimmed sun hat&nbsp; </del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aaron&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> James, Thomas ... kinda in passing? <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr><br>That short burst of laughter saw her shoulders stiffening further.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You're right, I didn't tell you.&nbsp; You didn't ask.&nbsp; My divorce is my past. Past.&nbsp; LONG past actually, forever ago, no matter that James seems to forget it upon occasion."&nbsp; In fact she was fairly certain that they'd been divorced for just about as long as Aaron had been alive, probably longer actually since he was younger than their son (another item that she'd certainly never mentioned) but she would never make that point out loud since bringing up her age wasn't something she was ever very keen upon doing.&nbsp; Despite rather excellent genes, the hours she spent in the gym to keep herself toned and in shape, and the deft hand of a skilled surgeon who'd done some tasteful work to correct some of the inevitable damage done by time, the mirror reminded her of the fact that she was pushing fifty.&nbsp; <br><br>"When should I have brought it up Aaron?&nbsp; When we met? I certainly wasn't thinking about James that night, nor did I know exactly who you worked for.&nbsp; We were a bit distracted with the whole, you know, dance of nakedness; generally speaking we were almost always distracted by that.&nbsp; But fair enough.&nbsp; I can appreciate that you didn't appreciate being caught off guard and I should have brought it up sooner." She should have stopped talking there.&nbsp; It was close to an apology right, it at least showed some empathy for his very legitimate agitation.&nbsp; But no, she continued on!&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll do my best to share more and ensure that this doesn't happen again in the future. Why not start now? Should I just include husbands or would you like to know everyone I've been with? Maybe maybe make it easier and just start with the people on this island I've fucked? Would that make you feel better?"&nbsp; That last bit was just thrown in for spite.&nbsp; It would be a short list, there was just himself, James of days long past, and Thomas who she'd recognized when boarding the yacht that brought them to the island, but from her tone the number may well be legion.&nbsp; "Are we using the 'Bill Clinton Definition' of sex, does oral not count?"&nbsp; For a moment she debated asking if she needed to explain that reference to him since she was fairly certain that whole scandal was before his time and wasn't covered in most highschool civics classes. The distinction of course didn't matter, she was pushing buttons just for the sake of pushing them now.<br><br>Good times. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 09:09:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Adam-Rodriguez-Nude-Photo-Shoot-Cosmopolitan-UK-800x1067.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong> A guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Shower <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pair of arms <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Still don't know her name <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>Javier didn't miss a beat once she began to run her hands up and down his own body. The moment she wrapped her hands around his cock he shifted back, slowly and smoothly moving his hips against her hand. "Typically how it works, this Jack guy must not know what he is doing if you have to ask these type of questions." Javier teased, before nipping on her lower lip as they played continued to grope one another. His cock began to swell, blood pumped and breathing deepened as the temperature in the shower began to rise. <br><br>After a few more kisses and gropes, he ran his hands down between them, pulled himself free of her hold and spun her to face away from him. "Do you want a step by step instruction?" Javier hissed into her ear playfully, nibbling on her ear before brushing her wet hair off to one side, allowing him to kiss her shoulder. As he made his way in, his cock slipped between the cheeks of her ass, his hands positioning her before he took hold of himself and guided himself between the swollen folds of her smooth pussy. With a soft grunt, he began to push into her from behind, pressing her against the glass panel wall, noticing for the first time the mirror across from them. It was steamy in the room but he was treated to the sight of her tits pressed against the glass and his reflection pressed behind her.&nbsp; <br><br>His hands slid down to seize her hips in order to pull him back into his thrusts before she was sent back against the glass with every stroke. "So, are you going to tell me who you are? Or should I call you the shower sex fairy?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 15:28:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/sant0/12734640/115943/115943_original.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aaron King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797348#msg12797348)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 11:30 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room Two<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/94/d2/7d/94d27d1277cb9beb9379d1ab9a199a7a.jpg), sans glasses.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica <strong>Mentioned:</strong> -<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> -<hr><br>Oh, she was enjoying this. She just had to be. Just as she had to be right on every little matter. He would have been amused at her reaction, if he weren't so damn irritated. He listened to her words, jaw tense and eyes narrowed. She was actually attempting to talk herself into a higher moral standpoint. It was mildly impressive, but again, irritation forbade him from appreciating it. Then, she seemingly began to initiate an apology. Rather than relax all at once, he remained tense and wary until the sentence was complete. He waited a second, then inhaled in what was supposed to be a calming breath. He hadn't waited long enough, it turned out.<br><br>The resulting heavy sigh perfectly conveyed his agitation as she went on to deepen the argument. It was as if the word 'sorry' was an entirely foreign concept to her. He shook his head in a mixture of disbelief and rejection as she spewed her increasingly venomous words. He could hardly believe she was the one going off on him, and--mostly-- rejected the notion of her having fucked her way through the people of the company. Her being spiteful as she was, he believed she could have bedded a few. He opened his mouth to speak; to shout and rant as his anger-filled heart demanded, but he closed it just as soon. He could've yelled and cursed and complained, but where would that get him? Why not fight fire with fire instead?<br><br>"Oh yeah, sure oral counts." He responded with a blatantly mocking enthusiasm. "And you know what, why don't we throw handjobs in there too?" He smirked cruelly. "Go ahead. Tell me how many people you got with on this island. Sounds like it could be a lot. We can take a shot for each one. Oh, and I'ma want names too, just so I can make sure." He watched her then, a smug expression on his face. He knew she was bluffing, and would happily test her resolve.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 21:09:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 |11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 7<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg), sun hat (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Seajade_sun_hat.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild homoerotica<hr><br>"Only one plan." She pulled to her feet, threw out her arms. "Three girls having fun on the beach!" The hoodie came off, natually. She unearthed a layer in her luggage home to a broad pastel disk, and expanded it with a tap to her knees into a sun hat. The light, bright color facing the sun was right at home beside her electro-bright bikini, and it could never be laundered, not once without losing the watercolor crispness. On the reverse and ringing the band was Korean gukje embroidery like Buddhist fractals or the insides of weird tropical fruit. Its broad rim only accentuated where her eyes fell in comparison to her American company at five feet, two inches; a head below average. <br><br>"Ooh, ahh, so sexy beach bodies, running in slow motion." A catwalk strut showed off the color of her flower to whom it mattered. "North beach? South beach? West beach? Or, secret beach." Her voice lowered conspiratorially. "Do you know about the secret beach? I'll tell you. There's a crater down inside a baby volcano full of spring water and green jungle. I found it on Trip Advisor." Excitement bounced from her toes. Whether now together or alone, this was a place she had every intention of visiting. It had been decided before she ever set foot on the yacht. "We might be the only ones there. It's hidden and tricky to reach. I dreamed about places like this in Seoul, secret hidden beauty away from crowds. Are you with me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 21:48:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0c/2a/09/0c2a0955968d4239742ebb244dfcc88c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theseus Rockford<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Second day, evening, before dinner <br><strong>Location:</strong> Checking into his room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robyn<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Checking in <hr><br>Theseus meant to arrive a day earlier, but his plans to begin his vacation were delayed. It had been a long day and he was sick of airlines, cabs, smiles and bullshit. The ride over to the mansion was pleasant enough but he really wanted a moment to himself to unwind. As he made his way towards his room with a suitcase in tow, he checked into the room and was surprised to see a few items in the drawers. Was he in the wrong room? Theo checked the keys and noticed he hadn't made an error nor did he believe this was a mistake by James or his staff. James did promise a few surprises so he figured this was it, but how? He didn't have the mental capacity to play riddles me this with his old friend, instead opting to freshen up and perhaps meet up with him for dinner. <br><br>The room had plenty of space for two but one large bed, this had to be some sort of set up. Filing it all away for later, Theo was glad to freshen up and begin unpacking his clothing, sorting it in the other empty drawers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 02:52:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 7<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pink Bikini (https://www.google.com/search?q=pink+bikini&amp;source=lnms&amp;tbm=isch&amp;sa=X&amp;ved=0ahUKEwj84-Kwr8nQAhWHjFQKHW4tDCkQ_AUICCgB&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=704#imgrc=vcW7C7J0G72uBM%3A) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ, Amor<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild Homoerotica<hr><br>"You were wearing your bikini under your clothes?" The question came out mock incredulous, though the grin was sincerity in itself. "Why Amor, that's so sneaky... I just got butt naked in front of you two because I thought that..." She gave a little flirtatious but timid punch on the woman's shoulder. And part of her felt just the least bit third-wheelie. The two of them had been nothing if not welcoming, but it was clear that the lion's share of their interest was directed at each other - and Sarah was in no hurry to get in the way of that, so she was already working on possible excuses to give the two of them some privacy should the seemingly inevitable come to pass. Still, the way that Amor filled out a bikini was enough to make any girl's heart flutter, and her mind stray to all sorts of indecent topics.<br><br>And that only intensified when her Korean roommate slipped out of her hoodie. "Oh, CJ, that hat is just too cute!" And of course it was, but again, her thoughts were more preoccupied with the bikini CJ was sporting, and what it wasn't covering, and for that matter, what it was. So Sarah was more than happy to hear her say <em>three</em> girls on the beach. And when the petite vixen added the part about the secret beach, she was even more excited. And whatever thoughts of making her exit vanished (or at least was tabled for later discussion) with the image of a paradise within a paradise ensconced inside a crater, replete with foliage, lagoons, and waterfalls. "OMG. Secret beach. It's gotta be the secret beach. You can't talk about these things and then not take us! I am <em>so</em> with you right now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 03:11:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fashionnstyle.com/data/images/full/91629/charlie-hunnam-19-jpg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, 11:30ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White dress shirt, left open, tank top underneath, jeans,<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Landry <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Getting there...<hr><br>He couldn't tear his eyes from the screen. He wanted to. To say that this was inappropriate would be a massive understatement. Stephanie would be mad that he was intruding on what was very obviously something that she didn't want her big brother looking into. He should be mad that this was something. The cloud icon showed that it was something that was open to being viewed by others that had this app, or so he assumed anyways. It wasn't like he was very tech savvy or anything like that. The thought of this kind of thing being out there for just anyone to see annoyed that protective side of him.<br><br>Another side of him, though, was the part that wanted to keep watching the video. She had filled out, and in all the right ways too. The gentle shimmy of her hips as she got rid of what remained of her clothing showed a delicious curve, starting at her waist, curling around her waist and ending, or continuing with her delicious thighs, teasing another wondrous curve hidden behind her. Upwards was no disappointment either, as a pair of full breasts, more than a handful each, he judged, kicking himself even as the comparison completed. This was Steph that he was watching... run her tongue up a long, thick black dildo, smiling provocatively as her plump lips wrapped around the silicone head, an eyebrow raising, the smile still there somehow as more and more of the length before stopping about halfway, her eyes closing as a low moan of pleasure could be heard. His eyes were drawn down between her parted thighs as he watched her fingers toying with her lips, playing with them at first before slipping between them, and another moan.<br><br>Wait... that one wasn't from the video. Muffled and muted, but unmistakably his sister. She was in the shower, right? The moan itself was pretty self explanatory.<br><br>"Are you fucking kidding me?" Stephen growled at himself, looking down, not that he needed to see it to realize that his cock was a good deal longer and thicker than it should have been, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants. Another moan from the video brought his eyes back up to it. The dildo was gone, for the most part, out of sight as most of it was inside her mouth, open wide and tilted back as she was slowly fucking her throat with it. Stephen wanted to close his eyes but seemed entranced as she drew the thick toy out of her mouth, giving the head a teasing lick before running it down her body, lightly over her neck first, leaving a wet trail down her shoulders, running the head over her right nipple, teasing the hard nub with it before dipping further, lightly tracing her stomach until it replaced her fingers between her lips, rubbing the thick head lightly over her clit with achingly slow circular motions.<br><br>"This... is what going crazy feels like," Stephen hissed at himself, refusing to appease the growing member pressing urgently against his pants, still watching as she tucked the toy down lower and, with another amazingly arousing moan, the word yes poorly enunciated on her lips, slipping the toy inside her.<br><br>And that next moan was from inside the bathroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 03:16:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7d/83/2a/7d832a518f37ebdbb6960df460815ed1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Broderick West<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Support Diver (Ship Maintenance and Repair)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd, Late Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boxer Briefs<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lina | Closed <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nada.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">After having gotten up and out well before sunrise, Brodie was actual glad to be coming back to his room. He wasn't exactly sleepy but for a guy who usually spent a good deal of time off on his own, he'd had his fair share of socializing for the day. Opening the door he discovered however that apparently Lina hadn't yet had enough. Well, wherever she was he hoped she was having a good time. That had been the point of inviting her to come. Well, that and so she could get a taste of his fellow employees and how they vibed. <br><br>Kicking the door shut behind him, Brodie made no bones about stripping as he went, tossing his clothes aside without a care. He hit the lights, turned on the water, and hopped right on into the shower without even waiting for it to heat up fully. He needed to wash the sand and salt and whatever else from his skin before he could even think about getting into bed. Especially since he was sharing it with someone else. He bathed quickly though, choosing not to linger under the rapidly heating spray even though it boasted several settings for massage. Instead he was in and out in a little under 10 minutes--though it had only taken that long due to him choosing to borrow some of Lina's shampoo to wash his hair. <br><br>In no time Brodie was washed, dried, and settling down to comb the tangles out of his hair while music played in the background. He'd considered watching a movie or something but wasn't much in the mood to bother all by himself. He'd pulled on a pair of short trunk style boxer briefs but that was only for Lina's sake in the case that she did return tonight. Usually Brodie was quite comfortable moving about nude and opted not to wear anything to sleep. The change was a slight adjustment but fortunately Brodie was also the type that didn't let anything stand between himself and sleep when he was tired. For now though, he was content to chill and comb out his damned hair. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 03:28:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a4/a9/7b/a4a97bdacd3d857ce2e3c31ff5164caf.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 10 p.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her <strong>Private </strong>Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-Shirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8d/bd/89/8dbd898aa374bbf599adaea6a692edd5.jpg) and Panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theseus Rockford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Get the Fuck out My Room</span><hr><br>Robyn finished brushing her teeth before she finally rinsed her out her mouth with some warm water. Only afterwards did she wash her face and finally twist her dark brown hair into a loose braid for the night. Memories of her morning adventure with Oscar filled her mind and she found herself smiling from ear to ear like goof.<br><br>Shaking her head, mostly in disbelief that happened with a stranger, she turned off the mirror light and headed for the bathroom door, ready to spend an hour or so reading before falling asleep for the night. It was only when she stepped out into the main room of her private quarters did she realize her room was occupied by another individual. “Umm…,” Robyn announced her presence with the faint sound from her pursed lips. Her rising shock and confusion suppressed any hint of embarrassment of being seen by a stranger in her panties, t-shirt, and head scarf. “I think you have the wrong room.” Her eyes widened before she dashed over to slam shut the drawer he was about to open. “You need to leave.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 04:57:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/09/24/4b09240954330957c79f24b82827e39f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Micah Silva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12809593#msg12809593)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Plumber<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5 | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Charlie and Marco's Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Shirt and Boxers &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/78/7e/0e/787e0eeccf0ecc362277c8cc3a8b1d44.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable<hr><br>Micah tried his best to ignore the constant knocking sound from the other side of the wall. He even tried to deafen himself by covering his head with one of the pillows atop his bed. No success. If anything, his sharp hearing became more attuned to the almost rhythmic noise and as a consequence kept him from falling into deep slumber.<br><br>At first, he thought maybe someone next door found someone to warm their bed but did not want to awake their sleeping roommate. It reminded him of the stories he used to hear from his close friends. They often repeated tales of their conquests, usually involving fucking some privileged white girl. It did not matter to them that all that partying and screwing led to them returning to the streets rather than escaping their past. <br><br>Only after the first hour passed without an end in sight did he rise up from the relative comfort of his bed and listen more carefully. Micah grumbled tiredly in Spanish when he realized the source of the problem. It could not wait till morning or the issue would worsen. He then tugged the first shirt he spotted over his mussed hair and searched around the room for his tool box. Yes, he brought it with him even though this was supposed to be his vacation rather work-related travel. He tried his hardest to leave the tools of his trade behind at his apartment but it was not an option for him. Some people felt naked without their smartphones. He, on the other hand, felt ill at ease without his tool box. <br><br>Micah did not bother to locate his pants before he left out of the door. Firm knocks announced his presence outside of the door before he waited for the occupant to hopefully wake up and open it. A short, curvy brunette opened the door and he immediately found himself staring. Only after a few seconds of silence did he lift the tool box as if it would explain the reason for his presence. <br><br>“Uh. I know this sounds random as fuck but I think there’s a leak in your room. I stay next door and I keep hearing water drip. Do you mind if I check it out? It’ll only take a quick minute or two.” He flashed her his best disarming smile, hoping it might ensure she understood he was not creeping on her or anything. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 06:11:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7e/7f/d6/7e7fd6d688c52abf262fb3312915423e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lina Velasquez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | Late Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/238801285988614146/254820229350162432/unknown.png)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brodie | Closed <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None atm<hr>Brodie had asked her on this trip and at first the answer had been obvious, no. It was nothing against him but she had work and other things to do, or so she told herself. Of course it soon became apparent that there was nothing really holding her back from going, they were all obstacles that she had put in her own path. In fact she had begun to grow tired of her job, or lack thereof depending on how you saw it, so much so that she began to look into jobs at Fhlotson. It certainly appeared to be a great company to work for. How many companies took their employees on trips to private islands? Not just that but it would be the first time in her life that she would have a "respectable job". Not that she cared what people thought but sometimes it was nice to appear at least somewhat normal. So she'd agreed to go on the cruise and here she was.<br><br>It was day two. She was having fun so far, despite the room mix up which she had found quite funny but since she was certain she would find herself in Brodie's bed on some nights, it wasn't something that proved to be a major issue. She had spent the entire day out of the room, exploring what the island had to offer. She was quite tired. She wasn't exactly sure if she was prepared to sleep right then and there but it wouldn't be far off, that much was certain. Maybe she had just enough energy to hang out with her friend (take that to mean what you will) and she contemplated that thought as she walked down the hallway to her room, key in hand. <br><br>When she entered the room she was met with a more than welcome sight, a shirtless Brodie combing out that lovely hair of his, "Hey there, stranger. When did you get back?"<br><br>She kicked off her shoes as she spoke, wordlessly climbing up on the bed. She knelt right behind him and without asking grabbed the comb, "Leave it to the pros."<br><br>She deftly ran the comb through his hair, making sure to keep a hold on it so that it didn't snag when it hit a tangle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 19:52:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1e/78/84/1e78840758a7c506615cc2b5977f4254.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nina Krause<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Restaurant Manager <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 11 Pm ish<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Room 17<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black bra and black panties only<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kerry Lofthouse <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Mild Homo-eroticism... could get more heated later on<hr><br>With her gown off of her body, Nina was just wearing her bra and panties as she stood before Kerry.&nbsp; Her roommate and her lover for the night was very gentle and willing to take control for this night... and this was exactly what Nina wanted.&nbsp; She loved to have someone take control and love her for the woman that she was.&nbsp; Though she was willing to show some spark herself, she was willing for her lover to caress her and kiss her all she wanted.<br><br>Feeling the kiss being broken up, she listened to the question and thought about things for only a few seconds.&nbsp; Sure the beds were safe and sure that there were insects outside... but Nina made a promise to herself.&nbsp; She was going to push her limits and have as much fun as she could.&nbsp; If this fun meant being heard throughout the island and being bitten by a few insects, than so be it.&nbsp; "Who cares about the insects.&nbsp; I want to be warm and loved.&nbsp; To hell with everyone else.&nbsp; Let them hear us!"&nbsp; She exclaimed as she looked back over at Kerry.&nbsp; "I do think that you are severely overdressed for the occasion.&nbsp; &nbsp;Would you like for me to help you to take care of that or... maybe you can do a small dance for me while you show me all of your beauty outside?"&nbsp; She asked with a wink, hoping that Kerry would get the message.<br><br>She hoped that this night would top the night that she remembered a few years ago.&nbsp; Right now, she felt that this was a very good start to a sweet night indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 22:33:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/66/89/23/668923dc5543052f27c8b646004555ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marco Gutierrez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 1st | ~7 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- That is about right.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie | Closed <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Over-acting.<br><br><hr><br>The grin tht spread across his lips was far less innocent than those that had come before it, and he stopped at the end of her bed to look up at her with his eyes glittering.&nbsp; "Nothing says we can't do both.&nbsp; First, the handcuff thing and then the cheeseburger, which sounds delicious."&nbsp; His eyes dropped to her hips and his tongue flicked out over his lips briefly.&nbsp; "And there is nothing at all wrong with a gorgeous woman who's got a thick ass.&nbsp; I like something I can sink my fingers into."&nbsp; His eyes rose back to hers and he chuckled low and soft in his throat.<br><br>Reaching out suddenly, he caught hold of her thighs and jerked her legs out from under her, tumbling her down onto the bed.&nbsp; He moved fluidly to join her, straddling her hips and propping himself up with his hands on the mattress at either side of her head, careful not to lean on her hair.&nbsp; He lowered his face until his lips were a breath from hers, eyes still open and twinkling in a mixture of amusement and growing hunger.&nbsp; "Mmm...Were you just teasing about those handcuffs, or do you actually have some?&nbsp; 'Cause, I've got a pair in my bag, but it might be more fun to handcuff each wrist to the bed, instead of handcuffing them together.&nbsp; Up to you, though."&nbsp; He tilted his head with his causal comment and ever-so- lightly brushed his lips against her collarbone, his light stubble tickling her skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 22:53:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/02/7a/18/027a18fb5cee4600d60e4ef2d9680ce1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee&nbsp; - Maid<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 12:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;---That<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen Landry <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>After a couple of minutes, Stephanie regained her strength and composure, and stood up to finish washing off.&nbsp; She took a few minutes to run her razor over her legs, and trimmed a bit with the small scissors she kept in her toiletry kit for just that purpose, then took another quick rinse.&nbsp; Feeling deliciously clean, relaxed and only slightly chastened for her behavior,m she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in one of the luxuriously thick and fluffy towels.&nbsp; Standing in front of the mirror, she wiped off a clean spot with one hand, then picked up her comb to start de-tangling the mass of thick, wet hair draped over her shoulder, humming to herself.&nbsp; Her hips swayed as she sorted out her hair, dried off and then dressed in the mid-thigh length button-up shirt and black panties, leaving the shirt unbuttoned but for the three in then center.&nbsp; She tossed her damp hair back over her shoulder to let it tumble down her back, and stretched, curling her bare toes against the cold floor with a satisfied purr.<br><br>"Hey, did you already call for room service, 'cause I'm starving for some of those hot, yeasty dinner rolls and some herb butter..."&nbsp; She tossed the words off as she exited the bathroom, peering down at her chest and plucking a stray thread off the white shirt.&nbsp; Still not paying attention to her brother, she padded toward her bed, muscles in her mostly-bared legs flexing fluidly with the light, graceful steps that hinted at her past in dance.&nbsp; Granted, back then it had been ballet and not the sort of dancing that she made money off now, a hobby she'd been forced to give up when she hit a certain age and her chest grew in.&nbsp; She didn't mind much now, of course, since she much preferred her current form of dance.&nbsp; Suddenly noting the music, she paused in mid-step and glanced over at Stephen, her eyes falling to the tablet in his hand, then rising to his face with a growing dismay.<br><br>"Fuck....tell me you're just listening to one of my playlists..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 02:51:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3c/2d/14/3c2d144ad6cf331810886458945e7752.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Chef<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> water and a stranger's arms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Not-Jack (Javier) <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>Okay that was it. When even a cheesy silly line didn't throw him off, she knew this was headed into something so very worth her time. Her fingers stayed on his cock, curled around it so when he moved his hips she stroked him, but her free hand roamed his body and kept him close. He returned the caress with gropes and fondling of his own that riled her up and had her more than ready for him to sate the growing need between her thighs. <br><br>She expected him to just hoist one of her legs up to fuck her right where they were standing, so when he turned her around she arched her brows in surprise. He didn't leave her any time to think about the confident way he positioned her, teasing her about her previous comments as he continued to caress her skin. "I think you better show me how it's done properly," she played along, chuckling under her breath but tilting her head to the side to invite any kisses or caress on her neck that he wanted. <br><br>A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine when she felt him slide under and between her round cheeks. She tilted her hips back and moved her feet apart to give him better access, and held her breath when he pushed into her. "Ohh fuck..." She breathed out when he pulled back the first time, and moaned lightly when he moved forward again. Her breasts and hands were pressed firmly to the glass wall but she didn't notice the image it provided in the mirror yet. Her eyes were closed and her forehead on the glass. <br><br>The pace he settled into was just as confident as anything else she'd experienced from him since she stepped into the shower, but she wasn't one to idly be fucked. Stranger in a shower or not. Her voluptuous ass moved as she rolled her hips to grind against him, the motion only stopping every time she was fully pressed to the glass and then continuing as soon as he pulled back. <br><br>"Adriana," she told him and asked in turn, "you?" His hands were on her hips but she grabbed one of them and moved it up to have him grope her breast, and only then looking out of the shower. The sight that greeted her was hot but too covered in steam. She could see her breasts, his hand on one of them, and she could vaguely make out the shape of their bodies, but that was it. <br><br>"Turn off the water, I wanna see us," she panted and reached back to settle her hand on his thigh, enjoying the way the muscle beneath her fingers shifted when he moved. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 06:20:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Comfortable dress shirt, white slacks, Loafers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Resident of Room 8 (Devon) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Maybe a little...<hr>Thomas couldn't help a low chuckle as Devon admitted that he had had something in mind for his nights here at their company vacation, something similar to what they had shared about a yer ago now. Coincidence? A small spark of paranoia touched Thomas as he wondered if they had been paired in the same room because whoever it was that was running the thing knew about their prior meeting, even though neither of them had really known about it, not really. Sure they were there, but under fake names and not knowing that they both worked for the same company. Both choices were equally ridiculous, so he stopped thinking about it altogether, letting his mind flow to other more... pressing concerns.<br><br>"Well," Thomas said softly, standing, pausing to stretching his arms a bit over his head, rolling his neck," Lucky us, I suppose," He said in a low growl, complementing teh stretch. Finally, he let himself, back down, working a smile on his lips as he moved over to where the porter had left his bags, lifting them and carrying them to place them on the bed.<br><br>"Unpacking can wait," He said, facing away from Devon as he opened one of his bags, pulling out a washing kit. Taking care of oneself never took a vacation, after all," I could do with a nice shower to get the possibly imaginary grime of travelling off."<br><br>As he turned back to make his way to the bathroom, he paused, turning back and walking back to where Devon was seated.<br><br>"I... hope you don't mind, but I have to," He leaned down, curling a hand behind the man's head and tilting his head upwards as Thomas placed a gentle kiss on Devon's lips, pressing his lips carefully and leaving just that extra push of hunger before pulling back, that small smile growing more than a bit as he turned away, breathless, to head to the bathroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 06:29:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/31/ae/48/31ae487e56f8310794472edef4d62b27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 2<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- Green dress, heels, <del>sunglasses, wide brimmed sun hat&nbsp; </del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aaron&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr><br>It was that smug look on his face that did her in.&nbsp; She might have backpedaled have offered a legitimate explaination, but she couldn't let that self-satisfied look stand.&nbsp; "How many people I've got with on this island.." she quoted him directly, those words were almost purred as she took a few steps forward toward him one hand spreading against his chest so that she could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against her palm.<br><br>".. not nearly as many as I intend to have been with by the end of this week darling Aaron." They hadn't really had this conversation either.&nbsp; The question of exclusivity.&nbsp; It wasn't something that either of them expected from the other, at least she didn't think it was.&nbsp; He was young, had his own life and interests outside her.&nbsp; Their time together was special and incredibly hot, but she didn't expect anything from him outside that.&nbsp; She'd assumed he felt the same way.&nbsp; This was most definitely not how it should be brought up, a taunting challenge after mentioning former lovers, but she couldn't help herself. <br><br>"You're welcome to join me of course. Or not, if you'd rather stay angry.&nbsp; I'm sure there's an extra room somewhere.&nbsp; We can have my things moved.&nbsp; You can sulk and lose yourself in the consoling arms of one of those pretty blondes down the hall, or perhaps you'd prefer one of the exotic gentlemen with whom you can berate the fickleness of the female gender at large? Or you can accept the fact that I came here with <em>YOU </em>, that I want to be with <em>YOU</em>.&nbsp; Does throwing that in my exhusband's face please me on a visceral level?&nbsp; Absolutely.&nbsp; But that's only the smallest fraction of why I'm here..."<br><br>She was having a hard time keeping her voice even, the mocking tone was long gone.&nbsp; Even her breathing was slightly faster than normal, a flush tinting her normally pale and composed features. Not all passion was good, a stirring argument could be just as moving and intimate as sex it seemed.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>06-12-2016, 04:14:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White Briefs, White Shirt with Skull/Black Kittens, Jeans<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Residents of Room 8 (Thomas) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nude Men Showering!<hr><br>A smile appeared slowly once more on his face.&nbsp; It was rather lucky that they had been pair together in the same room.&nbsp; Devon might have shared that same spark of paranoia would he have been more invested in the business.&nbsp; Devon knew Thomas was older, but he didn't know his place in the company or how much tenure he had.&nbsp; It was a good thing they didn't work together or some might misconstrue their relationship.<br><br>His offer to get food or drink while Thomas unpacked was brushed off in favor of his second suggestion: the shower.&nbsp; Devon let his eyes wander over Thomas as the man had turned to pull his washing kit from his luggage.&nbsp; Once he'd turned around again, Devon's brown eyes turned upward once more to look into Thomas' blue eyes for the short few seconds before he turned to walk into the bathroom.&nbsp; Devon was about to lay back on the bed and figure out what he might do for the rest of the day other than fantasize about Thomas, but that plan was train wrecked as soon as Thomas paused and came back, giving a comment of slight apprehension about his following action.<br><br>For Devon, he wasn't entirely sure about what Thomas was talking about, and then, it happened.&nbsp; The taller man leaned down, a warm, welcome hand cupping the back of his head and neck.&nbsp; Their lips met, and Devon's eyes closed.&nbsp; It was gentle, at least at first, until that little push near the end when Thomas released.&nbsp; Devon gasped softly, his eyes flying open to see Thomas retreat into the bathroom.&nbsp; His heart was already beating quicker, his breath heavier.&nbsp; As soon as Thomas was out of sight in the bathroom, Devon fell back on the bed, arms splayed out on either side of him.&nbsp; He gave a sigh of contentment, eyes closing as that moment repeated in his head.&nbsp; He waited only a couple of minutes, enough time to hear the water in the shower turn on.&nbsp; Devon bit his lip in anticipation of what he wanted to do...or would do.<br><br>Only a moment longer was all it took for him to stand and slowly make his way to the bathroom.&nbsp; He slipped in, following the trail of clothes left on the floor, removing his own as he got closer to the large glass and tile stall.&nbsp; By the time he reached the door, he was nude.&nbsp; His eyes were met with a sight he thought he wouldn't see again.&nbsp; Thomas' naked backside was drenched in the warm, flowing water.&nbsp; Devon opened the shower door and slipped inside, his hands slowly sliding along Thomas' waist and then around to his front where one rubbed up over the man's firm chest while the other toyed just above his pubic region.&nbsp; An equally gentle kiss was placed at the joining of the older man's neck and shoulder.&nbsp; "I... hope you don't mind, but I have to," he said, repeating Thomas' own words back to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 02:06:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/sant0/12734640/115943/115943_original.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aaron King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797348#msg12797348)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 11:30 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room Two<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/94/d2/7d/94d27d1277cb9beb9379d1ab9a199a7a.jpg), sans glasses.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica <strong>Mentioned:</strong> -<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> -<hr><br><em>".. not nearly as many as I intend to have been with by the end of this week darling Aaron."</em><br><br>If there was a perfect response to what he'd said, that was it. Any semblance of a smile was wiped away almost immediately, and it admittedly took a bit of time to remove the stunned expression from his face. The words she spoke as she carried on didn't help much in that endeavor. He'd liked to think he was well guarded, but she proved how untrue that was was each time she so easily dug under his skin. As he regained composure, he kept his eyes focused on hers. And although he felt the urge to, he made no action to remove her hand from his chest, even as his heart rate picked up.<br><br>Despite the stony face he put on, the suspicion and curiosity in his eyes were easy enough to read. Initially, he'd thought this to be just another verbal flurry, but as he saw the seriousness on her face, and heard it in her voice, he became more and more certain that it was more than that. Watching her closely, he could all but see her emotions laid bare. She looked vulnerable, yet poised to attack again if need be. It seemed he'd done a good job at getting under her skin as well.<br><br>Even at that moment, in the middle of a heated argument that had taken a questionable turn, he found himself inexplicably drawn to her. Far more than he was willing to admit. He let loose a sigh. "You are just..." He began, but let the sentence hang as he failed to find a suitable end to it. Instead, he would allow himself to act without thinking. Grasping her arms in his hands, he pulled her in closer, lips seeking hers and clashing with them fiercely in a passionate kiss. He was fairly sure this wasn't the 'right' course of action, or a proper response at all, but it was much too difficult to hold back. When the kiss was broken, he gazed down into her eyes, panting lightly as a smile etched its way across his face. There was no malice in it this time, but there was an unmistakable wickedness. "So, you talkin' threeways here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 02:47:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Charlie2_zps8j43cjdc.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5th | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boyshorts + Hastily pulled on tee<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Micah <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Slightly sleepy Charlie who has been unable to actually sleep</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Charlie had thus far been unable to sleep. She'd had a full day of crazy shenanigans, a good meal, more shenanigans, and then a damn near scalding hot shower full of steam to relax her but even if her eyelids were heavy and she was currently curled up in bed, snuggled down into her blankets and pillows like a burrowing cat, sleep itself had eluded her for the past couple hours. It was difficult to say why her body refused to settle down fully into slumber but regardless of the actual reason, Charlie was left to hover on the edge of drowsiness while her music played softly into her ears. At least until a knock came at the door.<br><br>It was just after two in the morning, that was what the clock on her nightstand was telling her anyhow. Feeling comfy as she was, Charlie at first had settled toward the option of ignoring the obviously mistaken knock but when it came again more insistently she caved. Stretching her body broke her free of the small burrow she'd created for her mostly nude form and brought with it a waft of warm vanilla and brown sugar due to the body butter she'd used after her shower. Finger tunneled into her dark hair to shake it free of whatever crazy look it might have settled into, leaving her looking both rumpled and sleepy as she finally set foot upon the floor and rose from her bed. <br><br>It was only at the last minute, her fingers already upon the knob to her door and beginning to turn, that she realized she was not quite dressed for potentially greeting strangers. Charlie was comfortable with her body but she recognized that not everyone else would be. Releasing the knob she backtracked to scoop up the first top she set eyes on and pulled it over her head. Returning to the door she was still sliding the last arm into the shirt when she pulled it open to find a sexy plumber at her door...<br><br>Curiosity and confusion warred for supremacy as she listened to the male at her door. Something about a leak he wanted to fix. Charlie wasn't sure there actually was a leak anywhere in her room but with only the arch of a brow she finished tugging the seriously oversized shirt down and stepped back, pushing the door open just wide enough for him to squeeze by her.<br><br>"Sorry you can't sleep either. I guess if it will help one of us, feel free to check it out." She shrugged and tilted her head, her fingers slipping into the dark mass of her hair again as she found her lips curving into a welcoming smile without much cue from her. His attire suggested that he wasn't actual staff from the island. She knew they were paid to assist in whatever way possible but somehow showing up at her door half dressed with tools on a night where sleep was doing little more than toying with her seemed unlikely. It was more likely that he was a fellow Fhloston employee or the guest of one. Idly she wondered then, if he was inclined to be of service and all, if she might be able to entice him into cuddling with her instead of worrying about some non-existent leak. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 03:36:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7d/83/2a/7d832a518f37ebdbb6960df460815ed1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Broderick West<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Support Diver (Ship Maintenance and Repair)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd, Late Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boxer Briefs<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lina | Closed <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nada.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">For the most part Brodie took quite excellent care of his hair. However, getting out in the surf today and letting his hair dry whatever way had encouraged tangles so there he was, eyes closed, chilling on the edge of the bed, just doin his best to work the comb through his curls when the door opened to reveal a goddamn angel! An angel in booty shorts and two triangular swatches of fabric that were somehow supposed to make all the bared skin and curves left visible 'decent', but an angel none the less.<br><br>Brodie realized he was staring when he managed to catch a particularly vicious snag. "Ow. Shit." He winced at the sting but swiftly on its heels came a wide and utterly unapologetic grin as he watched Lina cross the floor to him. He didn't look away or look guilty or even pretend to stop trying to figure out how the hell that fabric over her chest was doing a damn thing. Hell, by now she should have known better than to expect any of that as well so Brodie kept up with the distraction until she slip up onto the bed to kneel behind him. <br><br>"I haven't been here that long. Just got out of the shower and needed to get rid of a few knots," he replied, handing over the comb without a hint of hesitation. <br><br>"The pros, eh? Is that what you are now?" He chuckled over the rhetorical question and reached back, his heavy hand finding her thigh. She was indeed a pro at so many things but he wouldn't have considered his hair one of them. He was hardly even thinking about it as his fingers began to knead her flesh gently. It was just an urge to touch that often reared its head when he was around her. Most times she seemed okay with indulging him but he had to wonder what she would opt for today. <br><br>"So did you have a good day? Meet some new people? Veg?" His questions weren't demands. He was genuinely interested in knowing. Some part of him had become rather invested in making sure this trip was a good experience for Lina though that didn't mean they needed to spend every waking moment with each other. The room mix up was actually enough of a twist that he felt confident he'd get to see her plenty. He'd likely get to see plenty of her too--and minus those poor swatches of fabric that had likely been working way too hard. Maybe he should help them out and give them a little break?</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 05:37:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fashionnstyle.com/data/images/full/91629/charlie-hunnam-19-jpg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, 11:30ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White dress shirt, left open, tank top underneath, jeans,<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Landry <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Getting there...<hr><br>The music was playing in a loop, but... it had been a while since he'd paid attention to what was playing. The moans from the video and from the bathroom seemed to mix, intertwine to the point where he barely noticed when the latter stopped. The sight of Stephanie placing the dildo on the bed and riding it slowly, first on all fours and then rising up with her eyes closed, capturing her bouncing breasts firmly in her hands. They made for more than a handful, of course, and Stephen found his mind wandering to how they would feel encased between his own calloused digits. How her lips would feel wrapped around his cock, split wider as his hips pumped it in and out of her throat. Even though the massive dildo was too long to fit fully inside her, her throat had been more than capable of containing the toy's girth and length.<br><br>So entranced was he by the sight of her hands kneading her breasts, the way she was slowly, seductively grinding against the toy buried inside of her, he barely noticed that the shower had stopped, making him almost jump when the door opened. He opened his mouth to say something, but the sight of the real thing as opposed to the image shown on the tablet... rendered him speechless for a moment. The subtle way that Stephie carried herself, the gentle yet alluring way her hips moved, the way her feet moved to the music that was still playing on that loop...<br><br>Fuck.<br><br>Her pointed question made his tanned face go a shade darker as he reached for the tablet, trying to stop the video and requiring a couple of tries before it did, paused on her with her eyes closed, teeth capturing her bottom lip, paused in a low moan that was growing louder in intensity. <br><br>Embarrassment turned to annoyance, and he stood, trying to adjust himself so that the growth making itself very visible against his pants became... well, less visible," I..." He cleared his throat to get rid of the deep growl that usually came to his voice when he was aroused.<br><br>"Well," So much for the bedroom voice being gone," What..." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to concentrate. But all that came to his mind's eye was the sight of his sister on her knees in front of him, lips parted...<br><br>"What is this, Stephie?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 23:31:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0c/2a/09/0c2a0955968d4239742ebb244dfcc88c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theseus Rockford<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Second day, evening, before dinner <br><strong>Location:</strong> Checking into his room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robyn<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Well, that esclated quickly (http://s2.quickmeme.com/img/5b/5b7e0fdd39178dc8d4148618607fc96fb8908a1ea62c04119630f50f349c4ce1.jpg)<hr><br>Still in the process of unpacking, Theo thought he had found a drawer he could claim before he was proven incorrect. The sudden arrival of the young woman, assuming from what he had seen in the other drawers, was a pleasant albeit sudden distraction. The blur of activity that followed piqued his interest. He disregarded the fact she had almost caught his fingers in the drawer and her temperament, even if it was was fair considering their circumstances. Theo simply looked at the young woman and smiled. “Greetings, I am Theseus Rockford, we are either overbooked or this was all set up by George, that man does enjoy a good joke now and then..” He greeted nonchalantly, his interest returning to the forbidden drawer she had closed. <br><br><br>“Now, who might you be? If we are expected to share a bed, I would at least like to know your name. Unless you will be content on the floor at my bedside.” He teased subtly, as he hooked a finger around the drawer handle and slowly slid it open to look inside. His eyebrow perked before he was able to turn his head towards her once more. “Now I am almost certain this is no mere coincidence, Ms…” He trailed off, expecting her to fill in, it was the least she could do after he caught a glimpse of her neatly organized drawer with the fox tail butt plug as the main centerpiece.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 23:47:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Adam-Rodriguez-Nude-Photo-Shoot-Cosmopolitan-UK-800x1067.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong> A guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Shower <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pair of arms <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Still don't know her name <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br><em>Fuck indeed!</em> Javier thought to himself as the two began to move. He caught her subtle movements, the ways she lifted her ass up, her feet parted just enough to brace herself. She wouldn’t slip, not while he had her pinned between him and the glass wall. His hands kept slipping across her skin but he didn’t hesitate to grab and pull her from her waist in order to get a better grip. <br><br><br>Javier was not in the mood to change anything up, mostly for selfish reasons. Even if it was a simple request like turning off the water, he refused it. Instead he grabbed hard and pushed up against her once more. “No no no mamacita…” He hissed into her ear. “My hands are currently preoccupied.” Javier added as his hands squeezed at her breasts roughly once more. The deep strokes slowed for a brief moment, pinning her in place. <br><br><br>“Is that what you like...do you get off on watching yourself get fucked?” He teased as a hand slowly spread across her eyes, cutting off her sense of sight. His face slowly nuzzled into the back of her neck, kisses followed before he resumed at a slower pace than before. “MMM..are you worried I won’t get you off also, I guess you don’t know me right...” He mumbled playfully before his other hand slowly began to move down between her thighs, to rub against the peak of her pussy as he continued to thrust into her from behind. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>10-12-2016, 04:41:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Comfortable dress shirt, white slacks, Loafers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Resident of Room 8 (Devon) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> More than a little<hr>Devon tasted... distracting. Normally, the kind of distracting that would put Thomas off his best work, but he was on vacation. He could do with a little more distracting these days anyways. There was a silly little smile on his lips as he moved towards the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. A small part of him wanted Devon's eyes to be following him, watching him. A much larger part of him wanted more than the young man's eyes to be following him, but that was up to him. Thomas made a point of closing the door but not locking is as he pulled the shirt off over his shoulders, followed quickly by his pants and underwear, arranged haphazardly across the bathroom as he rolled his neck. That smile seemed to be permanent.<br><br>He slipped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusting it to suit his mood. Warm, but not scalding, just enough to feel like a hug in liquid form. No wait, was that coffee? Shower thoughts failed to distract him fully from thoughts of his roommate, and memories of the last time they had shared a room, allowing for a deep breath and the gentle capturing of his bottom lip between his teeth.<br><br>And he couldn't say that he was totally surprised when he heard the knob of the bathroom door turning. Followed by footsteps, followed by more clothes decorating the bathroom, and followed by the sound of the shower door opening slowly. Thomas didn't bother looking back. There was only one person it could be.<br><br>The touch of warm hands mingled with that of the water, gliding over the firm planes of his chest, and down lower, teasing at his lower stomach. So very very low, causing the beginnings of an immediate reaction lower still as a soft sigh escaped Thomas' lips at the touch from Devon's. The smile turned into a smirk as the younger man used his own words against him, and he turned around, one arm snaking around his supple waist, tugging the man closed to join in the shower's flow. The other curled up underneath his shoulders, fingers gripping the back of Devon's neck as he tilted Devon's head back and returned the kiss with one of his own, hungrily planted on his lips. No words were needed. Not yet, anyways.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>10-12-2016, 14:36:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/31/ae/48/31ae487e56f8310794472edef4d62b27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 2<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- Green dress, heels, <del>sunglasses, wide brimmed sun hat&nbsp; </del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aaron&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr><br>Her body was held stiffly as she waited for his reaction, waited for him to pull away, for his voice to raise and for the argument to bloom into a full-fledged fight.&nbsp; She hadn't had one of those in a good long while.&nbsp; Truth be told she'd never actually expected to have one with Aaron.&nbsp; <em>"You are just..."</em> her shoulders became even more rigid as she preemptively tried to fill in that blank before he could finish, realizing that he'd hardly have the most flattering of descriptions for her at this moment.<br><br>But he never finished the sentence.&nbsp; Instead his fingers came to grip her arms, pulling her body up against his as mouth came down on hers.&nbsp; For a moment she just froze, neither pulling away nor kissing him back.&nbsp; But there was no denying the urgency in that kiss even if she'd wanted to (and she most certainly did NOT want to).&nbsp; Lips parted, arms sliding up around his shoulders as she arched into him, losing herself in the familiar taste of his mouth.<br><br>They were both a bit breathless by the time it ended and she made no move to draw back.&nbsp; The smile that curved at his mouth caused relief to sweep through her, not something she'd ever admit aloud, but true none the less. <em>"So, you talkin' threeways here?"</em>&nbsp; The question brought a short burst of startled laughter from her and she tilted her head slightly studying him in a thoughtful manner. "I ... if you'd like.&nbsp; It has been awhile for me; generally speaking I try to limit myself to one lover at a time.&nbsp; People are too complex and demanding to try and juggle more than one at once.&nbsp; But this place, well it breaks some of the rules doesn't it?&nbsp; We're on vacation.&nbsp; No one here is looking for anything lasting.&nbsp; It is a setting that practically begs for hedonism.." Indeed James had made certain of that.&nbsp; <br><br>"Truth be told I'm not entirely sure how I feel about watching you fuck another woman ... on the one hand, hot.&nbsp; On the other? Mine.&nbsp; It is certainly not something I could do passively and it may be entirely unfair of me but in the moment I'm not certain I could refrain from small bouts of possessiveness and the need to, shall we say stake my claim.&nbsp; For me it would be less sharing you with another and more, well, bringing in the ultimate sex toy for us to share." Unfair and self-centered yes, but she was utterly unapologetic about this as well.&nbsp; Better for them to have this conversation now than her to say 'whatever you want' and have things blow up after or during. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>10-12-2016, 15:40:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/Jesse_williams_shirtless.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796566#msg12796566)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - ship's medical doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 8/1/18 | morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Okello's room, room 14<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, white swimming trunks, slippers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231), Jenny Lucier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12799339#msg12799339) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>After getting off of the yacht (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259084.msg12832762#msg12832762), Okello and Hailee couldn't get to the room fast enough.&nbsp; Okello was still doing his best to play it cool.&nbsp; He held onto Hailee's hand affectionately but firmly, letting her lead the way, but controlling her pace.&nbsp; He wanted to stoke her fires, keep them burning longer.&nbsp; This was going to be their first time together, and he wanted her to be hot and ready and wet for him.<br><br>Before entering his room, he pressed Hailee's back against the door and gave her a long, deep kiss.&nbsp; In the middle of the kiss, he lifted her up to wrap her long, shapely legs around his waist.&nbsp; His hands cupped her ass as they kept kissing.&nbsp; He opened the door and carried her in.<br><br>The room was gorgeous.&nbsp; He wasn't going to put her down, but he wanted to see the bedroom and the bathroom.&nbsp; Both had plenty of potential.&nbsp; But what really appealed to him was the balcony and its view of the ocean.<br><br>On the balcony, he set her down onto the floor, then turned her around to face the railing.<br><br><strong>"Hmm, this seems familiar, Hailee.&nbsp; Me behind you.&nbsp; Us facing the ocean.&nbsp; Others maybe watching.&nbsp; Yes, we can continue where we left off right here."</strong><br><br>His hands went up her arms to untie not one both both knots of her bikini top.&nbsp; He tossed it into the room.&nbsp; Next, he undid and pulled down her shorts, then had that join the bikini top.&nbsp; Finally, the bikini bottom had to go.&nbsp; It had the side-tie strings on her hips.&nbsp; He tugged on a string on each hip, and the bikini bottoms joined the rest of growing pile of clothing.<br><br><strong>"Keep your hands on the railing, Hailee.&nbsp; Don't let go.&nbsp; No matter what."</strong><br><br>His lips placed soft kisses all over her neck and shoulders.&nbsp; His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs swiped her nipples, his fingers pinched and tugged the peaks.&nbsp; He reached between her legs, tracing the groove between her inner thighs and her sex.&nbsp; All while his bulge pressed into her bottom.<br><br><strong>"Do you feel what you do to me, Hailee?&nbsp; Do you feel how big and hard you make me?&nbsp; Let go of the railing now.&nbsp; Turn around for me.&nbsp; Take it out.&nbsp; See for yourself."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>10-12-2016, 23:26:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/280full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CJ and Sarah <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild homoerotica<br><hr><br>“And a very nice butt it is.”&nbsp; Amor admitted with a winesome smile.&nbsp; She wasn’t lying.&nbsp; Sarah was hot and she had a really nice ass and Amor had been quite happy to see it.&nbsp; “What do you think Chloe?&nbsp; Did you like Sarah’s butt?”&nbsp; The question was playful and CJ was very animate in her description of her secret beach discovery.&nbsp; Amor hadn’t planned on bolting off for some secret beach yet.&nbsp; She hadn’t even seen the regular beach yet, but it may be the only time that the secret beach was still really a secret.&nbsp; If it was on TripAdvisor it probably wasn’t a really big secret.&nbsp; Amor had used it to sell customers on the island for Fhloston, but she didn’t want to ruin Chloe’s fun and it wasn’t like she had been there herself.&nbsp; Amor had only seen it in pictures.<br><br>“Okay, I’m in.&nbsp; So how do we get to this secret beach?” She asked that positively bouncy CJ.&nbsp; God she was really cute and at that point Amor knew that she was going to make a move at some point on this vacation.&nbsp; That kind of enthusiasm was infectious and Amor hoped would translate to other things too.<br><br>Amor gathered her bag and placed her sunglasses up on her head.&nbsp; She was ready when they were.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 05:49:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/09/24/4b09240954330957c79f24b82827e39f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Micah Silva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12809593#msg12809593)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Plumber<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5 | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Charlie and Marco's Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Shirt and Boxers &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/78/7e/0e/787e0eeccf0ecc362277c8cc3a8b1d44.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable<hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Micah could not help but permit his amber hues to drift downward the instant the wooden door swung open to reveal a drop-dead gorgeous woman standing in front of him. She was every sane man’s (and maybe even woman’s) fantasy come to life. Her sleeveless t-shirt clung to her olive skin, granting him the ability to see the round swell of her lush breasts, while those tiny boy-shorts hide even less. <br><br>“Damn.” The husky obscenity fell from his mouth accidentally; he meant to think the word in the privacy of his mind rather than speak it aloud for her to hear as well. A lopsided smirk formed at his lips as he lifted his hand, rubbing it lightly against the back of his neck. “Sorry,” he made an attempt to apologize for his mishap. “You’re just…” Words failed him so he kept his mouth close and stepped forward to enter her room upon obtaining permission to check out the leak. <br><br>The sexy brunette did not make it easy for him. Though she moved back a little, it was nowhere near enough room for her to enter without touching her. The scent of her skin taunted him but he gritted his teeth together against temptation, especially when he noticed what appeared to be the sleeping form of her roommate in one of the beds. Too bad his self-control did not extend to his cock, becoming hard against his leg. <br><br>“Uh. It should only take a second,” Micah informed her with a hard gulp. “I think the source of it is in the bathroom.” He should have left it but he found himself making the offer anyways. “You can help me if you’d like. Pass me the tools.” <br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 06:07:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a4/a9/7b/a4a97bdacd3d857ce2e3c31ff5164caf.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 10 p.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her <strong>Private </strong>Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-Shirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8d/bd/89/8dbd898aa374bbf599adaea6a692edd5.jpg) and Panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theseus Rockford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Get the Fuck out My Room</span><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Robyn released a frustrated sound from her throat, something akin to a growl, when Theseus ignored her protests and introduced himself in a polite manner, as if they were at a party rather than in her bedroom. Her building distress only climbed higher when he nonchalantly mentioned sleeping in the same bed with her. <br><br>The old pervert! He was old enough to be her father. <br><br>“Hell to the fucking no,” she cursed as an incredulous laugh escaped her mouth. “Did that shaggy hair bastard send you in here?” By bastard, she meant Oscar, her beach lover. Did he betray her trust already and disclose what happened between them? Gods, she knew that was a bad idea and now it was biting her in the ass. <br><br>Distracted by her racing thoughts and panic, Robyn did not notice him succumbing to the pull of curiosity. Only when he requested her name for a second time did she blink and refocus her attention on his face. Obvious embarrassment cascaded across her face when she discovered him looking inside of the drawer rather than up at her face. Anger clouded her judgement and she reached out, slapping him hard across the face. “How dare you?!” She pointed toward the door with a trembling finger. “Get out. GET THE FUCK OUT!” </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 06:40:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Charlie2_zps8j43cjdc.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5th | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boyshorts + Hastily pulled on tee<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Micah <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Slightly sleepy Charlie who has been unable to actually sleep</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Sleepy Charlie did not mean deaf, dumb, or even blind Charlie. Quite the contrary actually. In her current state she seemed oddly sensitive, almost hyperaware of both the man entering her room and the circumstances of their newly formed acquaintance. For a second it entered her mind to wonder if this might be her mystery lover, the one with a penchant for games and avoiding being spotted by her. She'd need to get quite a bit closer to him to decide once and for all but after only a few brief moments she was leaning toward no. She'd spent at least a little time up close and personal with her mystery man so it was enough to be sure that Mr. ToolBox here wasn't quite the right size. <br><br>Not that he was lacking, if her quick assessment was to be believed. His scent was also different from mystery dude, she realized as he slipped past her and she caught the scent of him, though it was no less enticing to her senses. Neither was the now clearly visible outline of his dick in his shorts. Charlie licked her lips and let the door close behind her with a soft click.<br><br>Sleepy green eyes filled with amusement and not a little mischief rolled upward to find her guest's face. Biting her bottom lip she nodded quite earnestly despite having no interest what so ever in the room's plumbing and whatever issues it might have. She'd have agreed to just about anything if it meant getting him and his not much help boxers into her room. It seemed months of pent up frustration could have some interesting effects once the valve was released.<br><br>"Sure, I can help you out, Mr...?" She let it trail off as a prompting for his name though she was already moving toward him. Stepping past her hand lifted high enough to snag the hem of his shirt and she twisted around to keep eye contact with him as she began leading him toward the bathroom. Not that he could have confused its location, but hey, this way she had an excuse to invade his space again. And if walking backward led her back to hit the door to the bathroom first before her other hand could manage to find and twist the knob, oh well. What was a little more contact between strangely helpful neighbors?<br><br>There was laughter in her features though as she let the door open and released him as well to step aside. "Here you are. So what is it you think you're hearing?"<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 06:58:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://67.media.tumblr.com/c259c65ed62aedbe46cb7e1653bd4c7a/tumblr_ogphd0Kkl41rl9ejbo1_1280.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 7pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://66.media.tumblr.com/e7c6ec0a50f3e8ded8d0e933accdd2f8/tumblr_nsxd151YEi1rsw5zvo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marco <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Charlie being Charlie</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"OHMYGAWD!" Charlie yelped in surprise as her legs were taken out from under her. Her body hit the mattress and she couldn't help but laugh from both the sudden rush and Marco climbing atop her. To say she had been distracted by the thought of Marco sinking his fingers into anything even remotely related to any part of her body would have been a serious understatement. Even being tumbled onto the bed couldn't entirely wipe it out as his bigger hands gripping her thighs to pull her legs in the first place only added to the image rather than distracting from it. Fuuuck.<br><br>"Mmm, Marco... babe, when you gonna realize I talk a big game but I can back it up?" Her hands found his arms and slid slowly up from his wrists along the corded muscles showing themselves with him braced the way he was to his shoulders. His stubbled cheek teased at her flesh along with the brush of his lips and she gasped again over the slightly electric sensation. "The suitcase." She lifted her chin to encourage whatever it was he wanted to do while her eyes closed and she tried to recall just what she'd done with her cuffs. She'd had them on the boat right? Nope. That had been the staff dude, Jared. <br><br>"Umm... Inner pocket under the lid. A few fun things there actually. Should be a set of cuffs tho. Scarves too if you're in the mood for something softer." Her fingers had found their way along his shoulder to the back of his neck, her nails tracing his hairline while the other hand made itself well acquainted with the sexy ass muscles that had had always driven her to fascination where Marco was concerned.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 07:27:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/09/24/4b09240954330957c79f24b82827e39f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Micah Silva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12809593#msg12809593)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Plumber<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5 | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Charlie and Marco's Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Shirt and Boxers &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/78/7e/0e/787e0eeccf0ecc362277c8cc3a8b1d44.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable<hr><br><em>Sure, I can help you out, Mr…</em><br><br>Micah’s answer was delayed for a few obvious seconds because he was too damn distracted by the likely unconscious movement of her tongue across her plump bottom lip. His mind was filled with seriously inappropriate images of her, one of the most prominent featured her slowly taking each inch of his cock into her mouth with those verdant hues fixated upon his face. <br><br><em>Head out of the gutter, man</em>, he reminded himself as he tightened his grip around the handle of the toolbox, enough to be painful against the palm of his hand. It did not really help much. Micah’s appetite for sex had not waned even though he had not pursued any women lately. Unlike other jobs aboard the ship, being a plumber did not really spark interest from vacationing women. He considered, on more than one occasion, to mess around with one of his co-workers but never acted on the desire. <br><br>“Micah Silva,” he supplied his name as he brought his eyes back up to hers. “Just Micah though. Do you have a name?” He lifted his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, slightly embarrassed by how rusty he had become at this age-old game. “Ignore me. I’m a sleep deprived idiot.” <br><br>Luckily, Charlie did not seem irritated by his idiocy. Was that good or bad? <em>Definitely bad.</em> He decided as she stalked towards him with a wicked look on his face. Micah did not put up a fight as she pulled his shirt and lead him in the direction of the bathroom. It seemed she was a little clumsy too as her back made contact with the closed door. Her little mishap only made her more attractive in his eyes. <br><br>“You’re so sexy.” The whispered compliment rolled from his tongue in huskily spoken Spanish as he found himself pressing her more firmly against the door. He was about to lean downward, unable to resisting her allure at such close proximity, but she managed to open the door and move away from him. <br><br>God, why did he invite her to help him again? <br><br>Micah knew she understood her effect on him; the laughter on her face said it all. He inhaled deep through his nostrils and then cocked his head to the side, listening for the sound of dripping water. After searching a bit, he determined the noise was coming from underneath the sink. <br><br>“Fuck,” he cursed once he opened the cabinet doors to the dripping water. Grabbing a few towels, he cleaned up the vast majority mess and then positioned himself on his back with his head somewhat inside of the cabinet in order to better reach the loose value on the pipe. “So...do you work here or did someone bring you along for the trip?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 07:30:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/sant0/12734640/115943/115943_original.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aaron King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797348#msg12797348)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 11:30 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room Two<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/94/d2/7d/94d27d1277cb9beb9379d1ab9a199a7a.jpg), sans glasses.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica <strong>Mentioned:</strong> -<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> -<hr><br>This was like a dream. A crazy, perverted fucking dream. He watched and listened while she started going over boundaries, a further confirmation of her seriousness. The grin on his face by the end could not be considered anything less than ecstatic. He had been in threeways before, but never the kind she was proposing. The women who'd participated would give each other a few kisses for his entertainment, or otherwise ignore each other as they pleasured him. But sharing a woman like a sex toy? The thought of that most certainly excited him. "Mmm" The husky sound flowed from his lips as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, dark brown eyes locked on hers and filled with a discernible lust. "I like the sound of that." He placed a tender kiss to her lips. Then another. Then he paused, his forehead pressed gently against hers. Much as he wanted her now, it was his turn to discuss terms.<br><br>"As for you and other guys, I surely won't be passive either. But..." Coarse hands slid downward, gliding over the soft curve of her ass before taking a firm grip of both cheeks. "while I would love to find a guy willing to be our plaything, I won't mind sharing you. Just a bit." The last part was followed by a wink, and then a number of sensual kisses along her pale neck. "So," he began, speaking between kisses, "anything else?" He began nibbling gently at her earlobe as he began to move forward, taking her along for the ride. "Any yeas or nays?" He whispered into her ear, and soon enough, her back was to the door. Being pressed so closely against her, his hardening cock could no doubt be felt against her pelvis. He pulled his head back slightly to look her in the eyes, a devious smirk settling on his face as he awaited her response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 08:10:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Charlie2_zps8j43cjdc.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5th | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boyshorts + Hastily pulled on tee<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Micah <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Slightly sleepy Charlie who has been unable to actually sleep</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">He was too fucking cute. She could just eat him up! She kinda already had a mind to. At least, she was pretty sure she was going to get a taste of him, though nothing was 100 percent, she reminded herself. Then again, given it had been five minutes and he was already saying things to her in Spanish, she had to figure that chances were well in her favor for getting his hands on her body. That kind of certainty did all sorts of things to a girl's head too.<br><br>"Why thank you, papi." She answered with a giggle, having understood him largely because she'd taken Spanish in high school and had maintained her knowledge while being around several Latinos both at college and on the ship. "I'm Charlie, by the way."<br><br>The press of his body against hers was not so easily shook off, no matter what expression she wore. Already her body was reacting with nerve endings firing and all sorts of places tightening and tingling. Her nipples were not unaffected and chose to let their presence to be known rather insistently to the point that she was wishing she hadn't bothered to put the damn t-shirt on. The fabric was only making the maddening feeling worse as she watched Micah attempt to return to something approaching professional. She wanted to tell him not to bother. The damn pipes could be gushing and she'd still rather have his attention on inspecting her much the way he'd given her the once over earlier rather than whatever problem was there. That there turned out to be something of a leak didn't even really register. Not when he grabbed towels to mop up the extra bit of water and not when he took it upon himself to get under the sink.<br><br>"I work here. Well, not on the island but on one of the ships. I'm a DJ." She replied smoothly, considering her options for a moment. She could remain standing there, hovering and generally being useless for anything but thoroughly exercising her imagination, or she could get a little closer. You know, actually attempt to help.<br><br>She opted for option number two of course, though she fully recognized that the question of just who or what she was intending to help was going to remain an unanswered question and she took the needed steps to cross to his location. Crouching down she located his tools and reached out to make sure they were in reach when she finally knelt. That her knees ended up on either side of Micah's thighs was risky but she figured she'd be able to best help from this position. <br><br>"Damn, it looks hella wet down there. Do you need me to hold anything for you?" She asked, her hands braced on his thighs just below the hem of his boxers. </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 08:51:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/09/24/4b09240954330957c79f24b82827e39f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Micah Silva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12809593#msg12809593)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Plumber<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5 | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Charlie and Marco's Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Shirt and Boxers &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/78/7e/0e/787e0eeccf0ecc362277c8cc3a8b1d44.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable<hr><br><em>Fuck, fuck fuck... </em><br><br>His cock throbbed with growing need within his boxers when that damn word fell from her gorgeous mouth. Papi. It was something about a woman calling him that, in Spanish or English, that did something to his mind, made it hard for him to remember established boundaries. <br><br>She wants it. <br><br>Micah could tell she would not reject him from how she stared at him, need shadowing her green eyes, and how her hard nipples hardened underneath her white shirt. And yet, for some ridiculous reason that he could no longer remember, he focused on the leak rather than the woman in front of him. He was a goddamn fool alright. He managed to breathe a little easier once his hands were occupied with cleaning up the small mess of water. His thoughts also became slightly less focused on her sinful body as he prepared to tighten the loosened value. <br><br>“A DJ, huh?” He questioned, accent more prominent and voice deeper than earlier. “Are you any good?” Some of the crap he heard played aboard the ship was enough to make a deaf man weep...and not from joy. Micah understood they needed to cater to certain clientele but some of that stuff was beyond awful. Often times, he could be spotted with his own music blasting through his earbuds. <br><br>He groaned aloud when Charlie, impish woman, lowered herself onto his lap. His eyes closed involuntarily as he reached out his hand, fingers finding her wide hips. His hand stroked idly at her skin before he arched and ground his cock up against her pussy. There was only so much a man could take before he could not resist the onslaught of temptation anymore. He had reached his personal limit. <br><br>“Up,” Micah instructed in a gravelly tone. Only when she rose up did he scoot out and then sit up with his back against cabinet. “It does look wet but I need to be sure. Take off your panties for me.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 09:18:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Charlie2_zps8j43cjdc.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5th | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boyshorts + Hastily pulled on tee<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Micah <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Slightly sleepy Charlie who has been unable to actually sleep</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Ridiculous was what it was. She knew good and well she should be ashamed of her behavior but... well, clearly she wasn't. There was not an ounce of shame in Charlie's game to be quite honest. She'd seen an opportunity and had grabbed on, so to speak. Well, it was more like she rode it when it arched up into her, the solid contact against her dampening pussy stealing her breath and leaving her biting her lip as she fought the need to ask for more even as he ordered her to get up. <br><br>For a second the woman thought perhaps she'd pushed to hard too quickly which would have made her waaayyy off base regarding Micah's intentions considering she'd figured he'd require at least another good shove or two toward her desired end game. There was a brief pulse of uncertainty, not shame mind you, just uncertainty, and in the wake of the feeling Charlie found herself obeying the given command without hesitation. Rising to her feet was easy enough even if her body protested the loss of contact. Her clit was already throbbing in a plea for more and the absence of Micah's body heat made her shiver slightly as she watched him pull himself from under the sink. <br><br>Still, even with the momentary uncertainty, her green hues could not stay away from the thick length hidden behind black fabric. Unintentionally her finger rose to slip between her lips as he spoke again though as his words registered a touch of that ever impish charm rose to curve her lips. Her free hand moved to slide across her lower abdomen and down over the crotch of her panties, fingers teasing nimbly around her clit before slipping further along. She hadn't been referring to herself when she'd spoken of how wet things were but there was no denying the evidence of her arousal. <br><br>"I thought you were here to fix the leak?" She asked, stalling some to gauge his reaction as she rubbed her still covered sex. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 09:37:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/02/7a/18/027a18fb5cee4600d60e4ef2d9680ce1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee&nbsp; - Maid<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 12:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;---That<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen Landry <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>Her lips parted and stayed that way as she tried desperately to find an explanation, something innocent that could reason away the video he'd been watching, but nothing was coming to her.&nbsp; Did any innocent excuse exist for a video of a strip-tease and lengthy dildo ride to not one, not two, but three consecutive orgasms?&nbsp; If there <em>was</em> such a miracle excuse out there, she wasn't capable of coming up with it so shortly after a climax and with her eldest brother staring her down.&nbsp; Swallowing thickly, she lifted a hand, absently curling her own fingers around her throat as she struggled to come up with <em>anything</em> to say, any words to fill the pregnant silence in the room.&nbsp; It didn't help that his voice had sent a jolt of need through her lower abdomen, causing a sweet sort of pang where her muscles still vaguely throbbed from their recent workout.&nbsp; Her mind was a fog of shock, horror and lingering arousal, which grew when her gaze dipped and she caught sight of the effect her video had had on Stephen.<br><br>"Oh...."&nbsp; The breathless sound slipped from her lips involuntarily, and she flushed at the near moan that had infused it.&nbsp; Ducking her head, she turned a bit to stare down at her bed, licking her lips before managing to murmur in a voice still raw from her session in the shower.&nbsp; "It's...uhm...it's my second job, basically.&nbsp; And before you go getting all up-in-arms about it, it's safer than stripping in some club, or selling my ass in some hotel.&nbsp; Not that I'd ever do that.&nbsp; Or fucking strangers for some sleazy director.&nbsp; I make good money, only do what <em>I</em> want to do, when <em>I</em> want to do it...and I happen to <em>like</em> being watched."&nbsp; She bit her lip after the final confession and then jerked her chin up, forcing her gaze to meet his defiantly as she swiveled on the ball of one foot and faced him head-on.&nbsp; She hadn't wanted any of her brothers to find out about her website, but now that Stephen knew, there was no sense pretending she was ashamed of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 00:48:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0c/2a/09/0c2a0955968d4239742ebb244dfcc88c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theseus Rockford<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Second night, 10pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> His room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robyn<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>A little manhandling <hr><br>She was lucky he wasn't the type to respond in kind, He was not the type to strike in anger after all. The pain across his face rippled through his system quickly, his jaw tensing in an attempt to suppress the pain. After the initial surprise waned, he composed himself as she went on a tirade about some shaggy man. He didn't know who or what she was referencing and he now doubted it had anything to do with his friend. "That is unbefitting behavior of a young woman." He warned, as his hand moved to the cuff of shirt. As he slowly unbuttoned and rolled the sleeves up his arms, he kept his eyes locked on hers. Despite the fury in her eyes, the subtle smile lingered as his cheek throbbed and began to turn a shade of red. <br><br>Once the second sleeve was up and secured in place, he moved to catch her extended arm and pulled her off her balance before turning, pivoting and attempting to push her against the drawer she originally slammed shut. His intent was not to injure the young woman but make it clear he could use force just as easily as she had. “Now I want an apology.” He demanded calmly, his tone shifting to match the stern look spreading across his features. As he began to manhandle he almost admitted he found her resistance a little refreshing. "And you are going to do as you're told, one way or another." Theseus warned before he attempted to reach forward and seize her by her throat.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 09:44:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/31/ae/48/31ae487e56f8310794472edef4d62b27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest, Stockholder<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 2<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;--- Green dress, heels, <del>sunglasses, wide brimmed sun hat&nbsp; </del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aaron&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Kissing, talking about the naughtiness to come!<hr><br>The feel of those long, strong fingers gripping her ass and pulling her against him drew a small pleased sound from her and she eagerly rocked into him, enjoying the evidence pressed against her hip of just how much he liked the turn that their conversation had taken.&nbsp; "Mmm, I would never ask you to be passive ... well no, that's a lie, I quite like the fantasy of having you tied to the bed at some point in the future while I bring you to the edge repeatedly with my mouth until we're both trembling, but not here, and not with another.&nbsp; That would be something for just us I think."&nbsp; Her head tilted, giving him better access to her neck while he explored, breathing accelerating as his lips played against the sensitive shell of her ear.<br><br>"If we do this I'll need your word that it won't turn into some kind of weird competition." After reflecting on it further she knew herself well enough to be confident that with another female she would likely be ... bossy, demanding things which she knew would please both her and her young lover.&nbsp; Less competition, more instructive for she was utterly secure in her own sexuality.&nbsp; But two males?&nbsp; That could be tricky and it would be a good thing to lay out a few things now.&nbsp; <br><br>"It isn't about who lasts longer, goes harder, or is better.&nbsp; It is giving pleasure, and taking it.&nbsp; At every opprotunity.&nbsp; It is thrusting into me deeper not because you have something to prove, but because the sight of my mouth wrapped around another man's cock genuinely excites you and you feel the need to make me moan around him... Can you give me that Aaron?" It was getting harder and harder to form full sentences.&nbsp; The mental imagery combined with his talented hands and wandering mouth made her legs unsteady making her glad for the support of the wall now against her back and the warm press of her body against hers. It made her nipples pebble and press prominently against the vibrant fabric of her dress and he could hear her pent up need in the husky timber of her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 11:09:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/sant0/12734640/115943/115943_original.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aaron King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797348#msg12797348)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 11:30 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room Two<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/94/d2/7d/94d27d1277cb9beb9379d1ab9a199a7a.jpg), sans glasses.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica <strong>Mentioned:</strong> -<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Sexy talk/Sexy thoughts<hr><br>A brow arched as she told him of her fantasy, and he could not hide the excitement that came to his eyes, or the shuddered breath he let out as he imagined it. She would wrap those perfect lips around him, and tease him with her mouth and tongue, ruthlessly denying him the ability to cum, no matter how he pleaded for it or demanded it. It wouldn't be until she was ready that he was brought to a release that swept through his body and numbed his mind completely. "Not here?" He questioned with a small frown. He surely didn't need anyone else involved in her plan, but now that she'd brought it up, he was absolutely looking forward to it.<br><br>He nodded as she went into further detail, a finger tracing gently along her spine all the while. As she gave her example, his eyes lit up with excitement. His cock had gone from hardening to stiff and throbbing by this point. That heady rush of lust was threatening to take over once more.&nbsp; "Oh, I can most definitely give you that. The thought of it turns me on like you wouldn't believe." His hot breath caressed her lips, and hers caressed his. He couldn't hold back much more. "Looks like we got a deal..."<br><br>His lips all but crashed into hers, sending a pleasurable jolt of electricity through him as he pressed her against the wall. His tongue slipped into her mouth, sliding along and rolling about hers in a lewd dance. He moaned into the passionate kiss, not restraining one ounce of his pleasure. After a short while, his hands moved down to the skirt of her dress, and grabbing the fabric, he began to hitch it up. Aroused as he was, he would gladly take her against the wall, no matter how likely it was that a lot of people would be walking through the hallway. He was happy to let them hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-12-2016, 03:20:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>White Briefs, White Shirt with Skull/Black Kittens, Jeans</del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Residents of Room 8 (Thomas) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> MxM Sexy Time!<hr><br>He was allowed a few moments more of his embrace before Thomas turned around and ensnared Devon in his own.&nbsp; A hand upon his waist pulled him closer, his tanned flesh getting soaked under the warm spray of the shower.&nbsp; Another pulled his head upward, his eyes meeting Thomas' own again before their lips met as well for a deep, lustful kiss.&nbsp; Devon moaned softly into Thomas' mouth as they shared it.&nbsp; Lips opened wider to allow the kiss to get deeper, hotter, and heavier.&nbsp; Their tongues would soon meet, and the younger man was eager to make the contact last.&nbsp; He sucked on&nbsp; Thomas' tongue, scraping teeth over flesh as he tried to taste every place inside Thomas' mouth.&nbsp; That was not all he wanted though.&nbsp; There was much more to the man than just the passionate way he kissed, and Devon wanted all of it.<br><br>Devon pulled himself from the kiss but not from Thomas' flesh.&nbsp; Instead, he pressed kisses from his lips to his chin and further downward along the man's neck.&nbsp; He nipped teeth along the way, choosing now and then to suck on a spot here and there.&nbsp; He tasted and licked across the man's collarbone, down onto his chest, and kissed right to one of Thomas' nipples where he gently took it between his lips.&nbsp; He bathed it with his tongue and nipped it with his teeth for a few moments before traveling across the broad expanse of flesh to the other where he would repeat the same steps.&nbsp; His hands, meanwhile, had found their way behind Thomas' neck, but when their idle position didn't suit him, he pulled them free to slip along toned shoulders and down the firm lengths that were Thomas' arms.<br><br>He held one at the man's waist while the other had more interactive target in mind.&nbsp; His fingers trailed along warm flesh, water washing along skin and hair as he went.&nbsp; His fingers found their home as they slid along Thomas' hardening length.&nbsp; Delicate at first, they wrapped around the man's dick, thumb rubbing over the head.&nbsp; Devon looked up at Thomas and licked his lips with playful smirk on them as he gave a few testing pumps to Thomas' rigid length, wanting to see how the man would react.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 21:44:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/09/24/4b09240954330957c79f24b82827e39f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Micah Silva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12809593#msg12809593)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Plumber<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5 | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Charlie and Marco's Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Shirt and Boxers &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/78/7e/0e/787e0eeccf0ecc362277c8cc3a8b1d44.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable<hr><br>Staring at Charlie from where he sat, with his back pressed against the wooden cupboard, Micah found it damn near impossible to believe his luck. He did truly knock at her door with the sole intention of fixing the leaky pipe underneath her sink and then returning to his room. No form of compensation was necessary for his services. Just like how a chef might have a hard time eating cheap fast food, he had a hard time ignoring what obviously needed to be fixed. <br><br>He had sensed the brunette’s attraction to him the moment he stepped through the front door. What Micah did not recognize was the fact that she intended to do more than just tease him. The second of she climbed astride him confidently, the hottest item a woman could have in her arsenal, and proceeded to rub her hot pussy against his aching cock...any hope of the pipe being fixed immediately flew out of his mind. <br><br>Micah nearly regretted his choice to make her rise from his groin. However, regret faded away to appreciation as he took advantage of the view, admiring her thighs and the fullness of her breasts. Sometimes, a little patience went a long way. <br><br>Despite the presence of want in her eyes, he feared she might not take well to being bossed around by him. He was not exactly well-versed in one night stands as they had never been his forte. Would she toss him out of her room? Or even more embarrassing, call for her roommate’s assistance. God, he had completely forgot about the fact that her roommate was asleep on the other side of the door. He did not open his mouth to tell her ‘never mind’ or even ‘stop’. Instead he waited for her to react. <br><br>A slow breath rolled from his mouth when her hands lowered down the body he craved to take possession of.&nbsp; His heart pounded against his chest as she proceeded to rub her pussy through her lady boxers. <br><br><em>I thought you were here to fix the leak?</em><br><br>“Believe me when I say I fully intend to fix that leak,” Micah reassured her as he scooted forward across the floor. His hands took hold of her ankles, stroking gingerly upward until they reached her hips. His prize was easily within reach due to her short stature. Dark brown eyes did not leave hers, watching her expression, as he leaned close and then dragged his tongue slowly across her fingers. He repeated the gesture a few times before he eventually nudged her hands out of the way and proceeded to lick her firmly through her boxers. Definitely wet. Soon his patience dried up and he pulled the obstruction to the side, tasting her without anything barring his path. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 22:07:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a4/a9/7b/a4a97bdacd3d857ce2e3c31ff5164caf.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 10 p.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her <strong>Private </strong>Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-Shirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8d/bd/89/8dbd898aa374bbf599adaea6a692edd5.jpg) and Panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theseus Rockford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Someone Please Call 911 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiNRIR8tjFc); Physical Violence</span><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Robyn had begun to regret her choice to strike him, slap the taste out of his mouth. She knew next to nothing about him other than the fact he was invited by someone within the company. ‘What ifs’ filled her mind, tormenting her with the possible consequences of her rash actions. She should have taken the bonus money and skipped the trip like usual rather than endeavoring to do something different. Now, rather than experience relaxation and free drinks, she might find herself reported to the authorities and out of a job. She had little doubt anyone would listen to her portion of the story, the fact that he invaded her privacy and rummaged through her personal belongings.&nbsp; <br><br><em>That is unbefitting behavior of a young woman. </em><br><br>It became impossible for her to think clearly when Theseus hit her with that insult. How dare he act innocent? Their altercation could have easily been avoided if he left HER room when she asked him to do so. <br><br>“Your opinion doesn’t--.” Robyn did not have the chance to complete her rebuttal of his unwanted observation since he grabbed her roughly and pinned her back against the drawer. Anger glinted within her dark brown eyes as she fought like a wildcat against him. Surprisingly though, she did not open her mouth to release a shrill scream. Her pride would not permit it. She did not want to be discovered by anyone in such a predicament. Foolishly, she thought she could handle and regain control of what was transpiring. <br><br><em>Now I want an apology. </em><br><br>Her eyebrow arched before she released a snort of laughter and then spat right into his face. She was going to be out of a job anyways, right? “How about you go fuck yourself?” It was then he clamped his hand around her throat, squeezing his fingers into her skin. She gasped and the struggle began anew as she used one hand to claw at his wrist while the other slapped hard at his face. Her feet were not motionless either, kicking out and stomping down to possibly land on one of his vulnerable toes. </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 01:42:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Some Water<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Resident of Room 8 (Devon) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> There be sex here...<hr><br>Thomas moaned needfully into the kiss, his hands running down Devon's back and curling around his hips, enjoying the feel of the man's body so close to his own once more. The moan turned into a displeased grunt when Devon pulled away from the kiss, forcing Thomas to open his eyes and watch what the other man was doing. And the displeasure quickly turned into something a bit more agreeable. Hard muscles pressed up against Devon's exploring hands, pressing himself into the man's touch as he closed his eyes once more, reveling in the kisses and nibbles that ran over his bare skin.<br><br>A gasp escaped his lips as Devon's own captured his sensitive nipple, sucking and teasing with his tongue and teeth, sensing a myriad of sensations up and down Thomas' body, rising goosebumps all over his body, accentuated as he felt Devon's hands travelling down his&nbsp; shoulders, arms, and finally one trailing down to find the almost fully erect shaft between them.<br><br>A low growl, not of displeasure this time, escaped Thomas' lips as he felt Devon's fingers wrapping around his rigid member, making it ump lightly in his fingers with one stroke, then another. An almost feral grin touched Thomas' lips as his eyes locked with Devon's, his fingers still threaded in the man's short hair tightening their grip, as he watched for a few more pumps until he stepped into action. He stepped Devon back one step, then another, trying not to dislodge the other man's grip on him too much as he backed Devon into the wall, one hand still locked in Devon's hair while the other trailed teasingly over Devon's chest, taking its time over his stomach before returning the favor and finding Devon's cock with his hand. His grip was gentle, stroking slowly, letting his fingers and the palm of his hand take their turns caressing and stimulating the thick head as Thomas leaned in, biting playfully at Devon's neck before growling in his ear.<br><br>"Don't you dare stop."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 02:13:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fashionnstyle.com/data/images/full/91629/charlie-hunnam-19-jpg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, 11:30ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White dress shirt, left open, tank top underneath, jeans,<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Landry <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Getting there...<hr>He watched her eyes, wondering if the barrage of emotions crossing her face were actually there or if he was just seeing things. He wouldn't have doubted the latter, considering the state of mind that he was in right now. Projecting emotions was easy to do in his state of mind, apparently. But the way her eyes turned when he stood, after asking his question and before she answered it wasn't something that could be blamed on his state of mind.<br><br>"Hey," He growled, quickly grabbing a pillow off the bed to cover himself. There was no need to do so, not really. She'd seen it already, what more could be done? Still though, a lingering sense of, well, decency was still dragging at him as he stepped closer to her as she explained it, what shame and embarrassment that could ave been read on her face as she owned up to what she did, even going so far as to tilt her chin up at him, challenging him to give her a reason why she shouldn't. And she was right, in part anyways. So long as she did what she wanted, how she wanted, and had nobody standing over her with ulterior motives, she could do what she liked. She was a consenting adult and being paid for doing something that she enjoyed. What right did he had to tell her to stop? And even if he did, she didn't really need to comply.<br><br>There was still the issue. He'd never asked why the guy that had attacked her years before had done what he had done. She'd asked him to leave it alone, and he had, respecting her privacy, putting it to bed in his mind as being a spurned ex-boyfriend or a one-night-stand or something like that. As inappropriate as it felt to think of her as anything but his baby sister, she was, in fact, a grown woman.<br><br>He'd stepped closer as his mind was racing, keeping that pillow firmly in place as his free hand settled on her hip, his thumb idly running over the her shirt under which he knew the scar was, "I... You're right. You're a grown woman, and you can do as you please. As your brother, I should be supporting your decisions. It's... just a lot to take in," He suddenly realized how close he was to her, and considering the thoughts that had been crossing his mind not a minute previous, he took a step back, clearing his throat and looking away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 02:37:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Water<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Residents of Room 8 (Thomas) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> MxM Sexy Time!<hr><hr><br><em>Fuck</em>.&nbsp; That growl.&nbsp; He could remember it.&nbsp; He remembered it the first time he heard it.&nbsp; It sent butterflies through his stomach and up into his chest.&nbsp; It was both faintly feral and extremely sexual all at once.&nbsp; He'd never experienced someone do that in his presence or even touching him, but he knew the first time he heard it that it sent a rush of endorphins through him.&nbsp; Devon could feel Thomas' hunger now that he was in his grip, and that growl was evidence of it as well.&nbsp; He was hungry as well, and Thomas soon sated part of it.&nbsp; Fingers threaded into his dark hair tightened, and Devon could only gasp softly at the little bit of power displayed.&nbsp; It was not overt or rushed but rather sensual and full of need.<br><br>Devon went with the motion of the steps, first one then another and yet another.&nbsp; He was slowly walked back until his skin pressed against the wall, a small hiss coming from his lips at the contact with the cold tile.&nbsp; It was then quickly followed by a deep moan, his eyes locked on Thomas' face before the man leaned in to bite at his neck which sent a shudder through his form.&nbsp; Thomas had found his own cock, playfully working it with his fingers mainly on the sensitive head.&nbsp; Devon whimpered softly at the teasing touches to the sensitive head of his dick, but even in that moment while being subject to Thomas' whims, he couldn't help but continue to be playful.<br><br>"I wont if you wont," he moaned out, his hand working Thomas' dick a bit more, pumping and stroking, running a finger along a thick vein running down the shaft, and finally teasing fingers over the man's ample sack beneath.&nbsp; He grabbed Thomas' tender balls, rubbing them gently for a moment before returning to the hard shaft above for a few more strokes.&nbsp; He let his other hand slip to the man's chest, pushing playfully away until Thomas had leaned back.&nbsp; Devon leaned in then and kissed the man once more, lips sucking on the tender flesh and tongue of the other man before pulling back.&nbsp; "I want to taste you," he begged before lowering himself into a squatting position slowly, his eyes looking up at Thomas as he did.&nbsp; He smiled cheekily as he licked his lips, his mouth opening wide as he took a long, leisurely lick from the base of Thomas' dick up to the head, lips slowly enveloping the spongy hard tip, but he never let his eyes leave Thomas' face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-12-2016, 02:40:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0c/2a/09/0c2a0955968d4239742ebb244dfcc88c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theseus Rockford<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Second night, 10pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> His room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robyn<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Physical violence<hr><br>She was proving to be quite a handful. When her arms began to flail and strike his face and chest, her feet also assaulted his toes and legs. Theo was forced to go on the defensive, ducking and moving as best he could manage! Her slaps and kicks found targets, he even needed to push her hands away from his hair after she managed to grab on and pull. He grunted and groaned in pain and discomfort as he battled her. The feral bitch crossed the line after she spit on him, Theseus's rage became palpable. He shifted backward and brought his arm back before releasing it hard and fast against her face. His backhanded made contact with her cheek before he grabbed her shook her by the shoulders.”Fuck me?!” The back of his hand struck opposite side of her face right away, the slap harder than the first! <br><br>"Stupid cunt!" The enraged man grunted before he grabbed and tossed her away from the dresser. Theseus closed the gap quickly and seized her by her hair! His fingers dug deep into the long black strands, curling his hand into a fist before he pulled her head to look into his eyes. "Are you done?." He warned, his tone dripping with venom before he shook her her trapped head and pulled her around the room by her hair. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>25-12-2016, 04:36:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Some Water<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Resident of Room 8 (Devon) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> There be sex here...<hr>Thomas' eyes were hooded with pleasure as his fingers continued to caress and play with Devon's cock, fingers running up and down the shaft and pausing as his thumb pressed and rubbed playfully at the head. He let out of a long held back breath, inhaling again in a gasp as he felt Devon's hand beginning to work his own cock a bit more vigorously, pumping it in his hand. He was distracted and surprised when Devon leaned in for a kiss. His reaction was belayed, but there nonetheless as he leaned into the kiss hard enough to back the younger man into the wall again, hungrily tasting his lips.<br><br>Thomas sucked in a breath again as he watched Devon come down, breathing harder as his fingers lost their grip on the other man's cock but... not complaining overmuch.<br><br>"Oh... fuck yes," Thomas managed to growl as his fingers instinctively curled around the back of Devon's head. His hand didn't do anything though. No pushing, nothing hurried. His hips didn't thrust against Devon's lips, although the shaft jumped a bit as the rough, wet skin of Devon's tongue ran slowly over his cock, from base to tip. Devon's eyes were on him as he took the fat head between his lips, but Thomas needed a moment, closing his eyes, taking shaky breaths as he placed his free hand on the wall above Devon's head, just to keep himself balanced. Muscles over his torso, starting with the hard planes and down over his rippling abdomen, muscles tensed as shots of pleasure travelled up and down his spine, causing goosebumps to form over wet skin.<br><br>And he opened his eyes, a smile touching his lips.<br><br>"Fuck yes," He repeated, now answering Devon's question that he had been distractedly neglected until now, his eyes locking on Devon's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>25-12-2016, 20:02:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Water<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Residents of Room 8 (Thomas) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> MxM Sexy Time!<hr><hr><br>He would have smiled one of those sexy, devious smiles if he hadn't had the other man's hard dick between his lips.&nbsp; Instead, he let his eyes slowly close and then reopen to stare back up at Thomas as the man exclaimed for a second time his approval of Devon's actions.&nbsp; Devon finally let his own eyes drop, lids closing to allow him to focus more on the task and less on anything else.&nbsp; He opened his lips wide and sunk down another inch on Thomas' shaft before locking his lips around the man's dick again.&nbsp; He let his tongue play with the underside of the head, the tip rubbing along the sensitive band of flesh there before Devon pulled back.&nbsp; The head of Thomas' dick left his mouth with a wet pop, Devon opening his eyes and tonguing the underside again as he looked up at Thomas once more.<br><br>Devon wrapped a hand around the base of Thomas' length, giving it a quick stroke before leaning in again to slurp the head back into his mouth and then pull free with another wet pop of his lips.&nbsp; Devon closed his eyes once more, his mouth opening to sink down further again on the shaft.&nbsp; He pulled back to the head then sank back down to where his lips had been and then back to the head again.&nbsp; He began to bob back and forth like this, soft, audible slurping coming from his actions as he put himself fully into the task.&nbsp; With each passing second, he let himself sink further and further down on Thomas' shaft until he pushed the head into his throat and sank his lips down to the base to hold there for a moment.&nbsp; He pulled back after a long moment, popping the head free again, his lips connected to the man's dick still with a bit of saliva.&nbsp; He licked his lips, the string breaking between them before his hand gave another few strokes to the spit-slicked shaft now.&nbsp; The tiniest pearl of fluid appeared at the slit of Thomas' shaft, and Devon eagerly lapped across the head before digging the tip of his tongue in for more.<br><br>His other hand had meanwhile been rubbing and caressing Thomas' ample sack, rolling those tender glands in his fingers as he let his mouth focus on the man's shaft.&nbsp; He, at one point, let Thomas' cock alone to give long laps and licks to the heavy nuts underneath.&nbsp; He took one into his mouth to gently suckle on it then the other before lapping from that warm sack upward along the shaft and back to the man's head where he started it all over again.&nbsp; The taste was amazing to Devon, musky, masculine, and a hint of salt.&nbsp; He wanted to lick the man from head to toe if he tasted like that, but for now, the prize he wanted was in his mouth.&nbsp; Devon would have Thomas come at some point, possibly more than once, but he could not decide where was more appealing for the man to do it.&nbsp; Having the man empty into his mouth sent shivers all the way to his cock, but having Thomas cum in his ass also made him purr in delight.&nbsp; In the end, he might just leave it to the other man to decide for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 09:13:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a4/a9/7b/a4a97bdacd3d857ce2e3c31ff5164caf.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 10 p.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her <strong>Private </strong>Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-Shirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8d/bd/89/8dbd898aa374bbf599adaea6a692edd5.jpg) and Panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theseus Rockford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Someone Please Call 911 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiNRIR8tjFc); Physical Violence</span><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>This fucking bastard.</em> How dare he rush into her private room, refuse to leave after requested, and then treat her like a piece of yesterday’s trash? His rough manhandling of her only further infuriated Robyn. Frustration quickly transformed into blind rage when he pinned her back against the wooden dresser. After her struggles to get loose proved futile, Robyn retaliated in the only manner she could which was to spit directly in his face. Doing so was incredibly nasty and rude but he deserved it! <br><br>A shocked yelp erupted from her mouth when his hand crashed hard against the side of her face. Tears rose unbidden to the corners of her eyes but Robyn blinked them back, pride keeping her unyielding in the face of real danger. <br><br>“Let go of me, you fucking…” Her scream faltered when he shook her violently back and forth. Sharp nails clawed at his arms as she sought to loosen his hold for a second time. It failed; Theseus proved strong despite his age. Ringing chorused through her ears as she accidentally bit her tongue when he smacked her for a second time, the pain of his knuckles likely brushed her dark brown skin. <br><br>She was powerless to stop him when he tossed her like a rag doll away from him only to yank her back by the strands of her hair. Sometime, during their increasingly violent battle, her silk scarf had loosened and fallen unnoticed onto the bedroom floor. <em>Are you done?</em> Her brown eyes were shadowed by fear and pain when he poised the question to her. She did not doubt he would punch her if further provoked. “I’m done,” she answered thickly, grimacing from the tight hold of his hands in her hair. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 16:24:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3c/2d/14/3c2d144ad6cf331810886458945e7752.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Chef<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> water and a stranger's arms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Not-Jack (Javier) <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>The indulgent pace was not what Adri expected from a complete stranger having unexpected sex in the shower. Her experience with guys in the shower was that they usually either hurried it along in a frantic way to get away from slippery floor tiles, or stayed in the shower for warmup and moved with her over to a bed or a bathroom counter for the actual fucking. This one... Ohh this one seemed entirely good staying right where he was. Rough hands moving from her hips to her waist and breasts rooted her to the spot. The demanding way he took her sent little thrills of excitement down her spine that exploded in the pit of her stomach and added to satisfyingly building tension in her body. She was no dominatrix, but she usually took the reigns at some point and made sure she got exactly what <em>she</em> wanted from her partner. Something told her she wasn't about to call the shots now, at least not this way. And it was fucking <em>delicious</em>!<br><br>His voice in her ear, words spiced with a hint of accent and a whole lot of cocky confidence, had her grinning where she stood pressed to the glass. She thought he was going to move them to an easier place in the room when he slowed the pace, but instead of doing that or doing what she wanted, he surprised her once more. <br><br>"I don't know, papi," she replied to his teasing, purred the words between soft moans and did her best to contain twitches of pleasure when he had one hand covering her eyes and one rubbing her clit. She was close. "Are you sure you can make me cum, hmm?" The joking question was made rhetorical by telling signs of how close she was to orgasm. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her arms tensed, her hips rolled wildly and her moans grew louder in the steam filled shower stall. But before she got there she twisted her upper body quickly and reached her hand to the back of the stranger's neck to trap him. "Come on, shower guy..." She urged him on and kissed him, the rest of her sentence drowned in a moan onto his lips as pleasure rippled through her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>04-01-2017, 04:53:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Some Water<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Resident of Room 8 (Devon) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> There be sex here...<hr>Mucles were taut and tense underneath the steady stream of warm water, his chest expanding and retrating as deep breaths were taken in harder and faster each time. His eyes opened to catch the erotic sight of Devon's head bobbing on his cock, only to stop and apply his skilled tongue along the shaft. Thomas' hands curls around the back of Devon's head, not wanting to take control, not wanting to stop the magic that the younger man was working on him. But he wanted to touch him, feel him, do more than just watch Devon's work, shiver inducing as it was. Jaw clenching and unclenching, Thomas' lips parted as he leaned his head back, gasping for breath as he felt Devon suckle on the sensitive sack, rising goosebumps all along his body.<br><br>"Oh... Devon," He whispered, breathless as he was. He wanted to growl. Roar. Pin him to the wall. Take him. Roughly. All day long too. Just the thought made his grip on Devon's hair tighten, making his muscles tense harder, his cock throb some more as he gently thrust his hips forward, pressing more than just the head into Devon's mouth. Not too far, but just enough to allow him to glide his head over the rough, wet skin of Devon's tongue.<br><br>"Fuck," He said, growling this time as he dragged his cock free of the man's lips and pulling Devon to his feet by the shoulders, a bit more roughly than would have been necessary, but... it was necessary, needed. He pinned the younger man to the wall again, kissing his roughly, reveling in the taste of his cock still on the younger man's tongue as his own invaded Devon's mouth for a long, hot minute, his shaft gliding teasingly up and down Devon's waist in a teasing grind.<br><br>But that didn't last. Thomas spun Devon around, and pushed him up against the wall again, a muscular arm wrapping around the man's lean waist as he gripped his cock, guiding it up between the man's legs, letting the head play a bit at the younger man's sack before trailing it up further still, sliiding it between Devon's cheeks, teasingly at first, but finally with purpose as he press the head of his cock to Devon's ass.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 04:43:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0c/2a/09/0c2a0955968d4239742ebb244dfcc88c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theseus Rockford<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Second night, 10pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> His room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robyn<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Physical violence<hr><br>Theseus didn't let go of her hair after she replied. He didn't care that she was glaring murder in his direction, his own rage slowly ebbed but remained clear across his features. She was disheveled, battered and angry above all, she could easily lash out again.&nbsp; He gained nothing by battering the poor woman, no matter how stubborn or defiant she was. They were traits he admired and even sought in his partner's, a shame their first encounter started on such a negative note. <br><br>He moved a few steps over, guiding her towards the bed as he took a seat at the edge. The forming bruise on her right side had him nearing the back of his free hand to softly caress the struck skin. "I won't tolerate that behavior again, if we are going to be sharing a room then we are going to get along...one way or another." Theseus explained their situation, his tone returning to his calm albeit confident tone from earlier. His hand moved around her cheek until his fingertips traced her large soft lips. "Gorgeous, I am glad no harm came to these lips of yours. Be a good girl now and your name." He commanded, as he tugged on her hair so they could look eyes but his wear clearly not on her face as he looked down her neck line to steal a peek from the inside of her shirt. He was pulling her closer, the soft touches of his free hand was moving to her neck just in case he needed to put her in her place once again. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 17:30:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Water<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Residents of Room 8 (Thomas) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> MxM Sexy Time!<hr><hr><br>The younger man felt Thomas' hands on the back of his head, and for a moment, he thought Thomas was going to take control.&nbsp; It would have been welcomed, but when Devon realized he was still allowed to do as he pleased, he knew that Thomas was only trying to be an active participant in his own blowjob rather than trying to take control.&nbsp; Devon relished each sound he was able to get out of the man, a gasp, a moan, and even the sound of his own name on the other man's voice.&nbsp; It was music to his ears.&nbsp; Devon got a small thrust, and he eagerly took what Thomas was giving him.&nbsp; A little more of that deliciously thick shaft pressed into his mouth and onto his tongue.&nbsp; He swept the wet muscle along the underside for a long moment, but it seemed to be the time change things up for Thomas.<br><br>He was pulled to his feet roughly, a gasp of surprise escaping his lips as he rose to his feet.&nbsp; Thomas pinned him against the wall and immediately invaded his mouth again, and Devon was helpless, closing his eyes and letting his hands rest on the defined waist of the man taking over.&nbsp; Their tongues dueled, rubbing together to share the taste of Thomas' shaft Devon had just had in his mouth.&nbsp; That same shaft now rubbed across his abdomen in a teasing way, Devon's hand snaking over to caress the head with his fingers as it seemed he couldn't keep away from it.<br><br>Spun around just as suddenly as he was pulled to his feet, Devon let his hands and arms press against the wall, his head turning to look over his shoulder as if he might see what Thomas was up to with this latest move.&nbsp; A strong hand crept around his waist to hold him tight while the warmth of the man's shaft pressed between his thighs and tickled his sack.&nbsp; He gave a soft, muffled moan at the sensation, but it too was short lived.&nbsp; That cock trailed back up, the head slipping up the crevice of his ass until it met the tight seal of his entrance.<br><br>"Fuck, Thomas...yes, please," he moaned out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 19:26:36</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Micah</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/09/24/4b09240954330957c79f24b82827e39f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Micah Silva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12809593#msg12809593)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Plumber<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5 | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Charlie and Marco's Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Shirt and Boxers &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/78/7e/0e/787e0eeccf0ecc362277c8cc3a8b1d44.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable<hr><br>Staring at Charlie from where he sat, with his back pressed against the wooden cupboard, Micah found it damn near impossible to believe his luck. He did truly knock at her door with the sole intention of fixing the leaky pipe underneath her sink and then returning to his room. No form of compensation was necessary for his services. Just like how a chef might have a hard time eating cheap fast food, he had a hard time ignoring what obviously needed to be fixed. <br><br>He had sensed the brunette’s attraction to him the moment he stepped through the front door. What Micah did not recognize was the fact that she intended to do more than just tease him. The second of she climbed astride him confidently, the hottest item a woman could have in her arsenal, and proceeded to rub her hot pussy against his aching cock...any hope of the pipe being fixed immediately flew out of his mind. <br><br>Micah nearly regretted his choice to make her rise from his groin. However, regret faded away to appreciation as he took advantage of the view, admiring her thighs and the fullness of her breasts. Sometimes, a little patience went a long way. <br><br>Despite the presence of want in her eyes, he feared she might not take well to being bossed around by him. He was not exactly well-versed in one night stands as they had never been his forte. Would she toss him out of her room? Or even more embarrassing, call for her roommate’s assistance. God, he had completely forgot about the fact that her roommate was asleep on the other side of the door. He did not open his mouth to tell her ‘never mind’ or even ‘stop’. Instead he waited for her to react. <br><br>A slow breath rolled from his mouth when her hands lowered down the body he craved to take possession of.&nbsp; His heart pounded against his chest as she proceeded to rub her pussy through her lady boxers. <br><br><em>I thought you were here to fix the leak?</em><br><br>“Believe me when I say I fully intend to fix that leak,” Micah reassured her as he scooted forward across the floor. His hands took hold of her ankles, stroking gingerly upward until they reached her hips. His prize was easily within reach due to her short stature. Dark brown eyes did not leave hers, watching her expression, as he leaned close and then dragged his tongue slowly across her fingers. He repeated the gesture a few times before he eventually nudged her hands out of the way and proceeded to lick her firmly through her boxers. Definitely wet. Soon his patience dried up and he pulled the obstruction to the side, tasting her without anything barring his path. <br></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Charlie2_zps8j43cjdc.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5th | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boyshorts + Hastily pulled on tee<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Micah <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> A sleepy Charlie + Oral</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Charlie's breath shook as she eased it free between slightly parted lips. And that was just from the initial touch to her bare skin. A shiver worked its way through her as his callused hands stroked over her smooth bare legs to the fullness of her hips. Eyes still on his she did not stop touching herself through the layer of cloth over her sex but maintained the achingly slow teasing that avoided touching where she most craved to be touched. Somewhere in her mind she was aware that her roommate was still in the room but if she was supposed to care enough to stop then she'd failed miserably at whatever good roommate test this qualified as. <br><br>Her heart sped, hammering more solidly at her ribs in the instant that she felt Micah's tongue. At first he licked only over her fingers but damn if that wasn't enough to make her pussy clench in anticipation. Her breath grew more shallow as she watched him, her lips moving in a silent plea for him to do more. To take more. Gawd but just seeing his face there, so close, it made her hotter than anything. Then he nudged her hand out of the way.<br><br>"Hnnn... please..." the words slipped free, soft, more accidental than intentional but she meant them all the same. The pressure of his tongue pushing at her folds, still so close but so far, was maddening. Her hips wiggled, wanting to get closer but riding that pressure until impatience seemed to fill Micah as fully as it filled her. <br><br>"Oh, fuck!" She breathed as he pulled her shorts to the side to taste her. That first stroke made her knees weak and she reached out toward the sink to brace herself. The motion pushed her even more firmly onto his face and desire and instinct pushed at her, making her attempt to grind her pussy against his mouth. Moaning eagerly one hand released her hold on the counter to slip to the back of Micah's head in encouragement.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 22:41:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a4/a9/7b/a4a97bdacd3d857ce2e3c31ff5164caf.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 10 p.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her <strong>Private </strong>Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-Shirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8d/bd/89/8dbd898aa374bbf599adaea6a692edd5.jpg) and Panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theseus Rockford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Forced Compliance</span><hr><br>Robyn did not have much of a choice but to follow after him when he lead her towards the bed at the center of the bedroom. When Theseus sat upon the bed, she was forced onto her knees to avoid further discomfort from his hand, still entangled in her hair. At the approach of his hand, she reared back and tried to avoid his unwanted touch but again his hold controlled her head. A grimace rippled through her entire body as his fingertips brushed, tenderly and without permission, across her dark brown skin. <br><br><em>If we are going to be sharing a room then we are going to get along...one way or another.</em><br><br>He was insane, mentally unstable. There was no other explanation for his behavior and continued delusions. Rather than refute his insane assumption, she merely nodded her head in agreement rather than risk him striking her again. Her compliance was only a facade though. Robyn awaited the moment where she can regain the upper-hand from the bastard and ensure he paid painfully for slapping her. <br><br><em>I am glad no harm came to these lips of yours.</em><br><br>Theseus tested the limits of her fortitude when he dared to drag his hand across her full lips, an intimacy he was not and would never be entitled to from her. Her mouth parted instinctively but she closed them, not acting on her desire to sink her teeth into his flesh until blood flowed across her tongue. <br><br><em>Be a good girl now and your name.</em><br><br>Silence answered him. Robyn did not hide her disgust when she caught him glancing down her t-shirt. He likely received a good view since she wore no bra underneath. It was annoying enough to wear the garments during the day so she did not leave them on for a second longer than necessary when in the comfort of her room. “I’ll scream,” she threatened him softly, voice still hoarse from their scuffle with each other. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-01-2017, 17:07:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Adam-Rodriguez-Nude-Photo-Shoot-Cosmopolitan-UK-800x1067.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong> A guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Shower <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A nude stranger <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Still don't know her name <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>He didn't know how much longer he could keep going, already his balls were starting to tighten, more so when her pussy seemed to clutch and almost appear as if she was trying to push him over. It felt like she wanted to milk him, how lewd would of him to cum deep inside of her without any care. Javier grunted, so close to that climax he stopped responding, his body moving by urges alone when she surprised him by turning. Somehow he had lost his grip but she didn't go far, instead he felt her hands pull him close, lips on his for a kiss. It was easy to get lost in those lips and when he did, he found himself grunting loudly as he exploded deep inside of her. Javier didn't care, his body pinned hers to the glass wall as he delivered those last few strokes that delivered every last spurt of cum his balls had to offer. Finally spent, he took a moment to regain his composure before grinning lazily. “Name’s Javier by the way...and you are in my room.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-01-2017, 17:42:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0c/2a/09/0c2a0955968d4239742ebb244dfcc88c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theseus Rockford<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Second night, 10pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> His room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robyn<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Compromises<hr><br>Defiance and glares once more, he was beginning to believe that was all she was. Empty threats, promises of pain had him raising his own guard. The signs were conflicting, her lips parted then closed as if she changed her mind at the last moment. Her body shifted to her knees but she remained tense. It was like solving a complex puzzle, luckily he was a patient man. <br>“Then why haven’t you?” <br>He found himself calling her bluff, if she was truly in being held against her will, he doubted she would have given up after such a short struggle. One thing was certain, he was done asking questions he would find no answer too.<br><br>Theseus leaned forward as he continued to inspect the young woman eagerly. His hand moved away from her lips when they were closed and moved with a single caress down her neck. He quickly found and palmed one of her breasts from over her white shirt, his hand closing around the flesh with a firm grope. “If I let your hair go, will you behave or do I need to wrap my belt around your neck first?” He asked, sternly, his eyes seeking hers, challenging her back as she did him. His hand meanwhile groped and fondled the flesh until he managed to specifically seize a nipple and tug on it firmly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>14-01-2017, 03:11:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Some Water<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Resident of Room 8 (Devon) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> There be sex here...<hr>Thomas gasped softly, his lips pressed against Devon's shoulder as he leaned in closer. His hand left his cock pressed snugly between the other man's cheeks for a moment as his fingers firmly gripped Devon's right buttock, squeezing and stroking before parting the cheeks further. Feeling this close to him again, feeling the warmth of their bodies compounded by the warm water and the friction of their bodies together as he opened his mouth, letting out the long-pent-up moan from his throat as he gently sunk his teeth into Devon's shoulder, Thomas curled his body around the other man's as his pressed his hips forward. <br><br>His cock jumped up from it's intended target, running up the length of the cleft between Devon's cheeks and his ground his hips against's Devon's ass, enjoying the happy accident and celebrating it by running his tongue of the teeth marks left of the man's tanned skin. But his hand guided the hard and throbbing shaft back down, pressing it against the puckered hole and, with his hand guiding it and spreading Devon's cheek's wide, he pressed his head in.<br><br>The thrust was slow. Feeling Devon's body wrapping around him tightly, snugly was enough to send shivers up and down his spine as the thick head pressed inside first, his free hand coming up to clamp on Devon's shoulder, bending him down a bit lower and holding him in place as his hips slowly pressed him in deeper, the sensations sending a flutter through his body with ended in a long shuddered breath-turned moan as his entire body tensed, pressed against Devon's back, hard muscles careful to press the shaft in slowly yet steadily. Inch by wonderful inch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>14-01-2017, 19:36:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/09/24/4b09240954330957c79f24b82827e39f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Micah Silva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12809593#msg12809593)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Plumber<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5 | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Charlie and Marco's Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Shirt and Boxers &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/78/7e/0e/787e0eeccf0ecc362277c8cc3a8b1d44.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable<hr><br>If Charlie was beautiful when accosted by sleepiness, she was drop-dead gorgeous when her countenance was shadowed by blatant need. Again, he marveled at the fact that he was the sole cause of her experience. Micah did not waste any further time by questioning how luck managed to fall directly into his lap. Instead, he pushed their spontaneous escapade another step forward after hearing that husky plea fall from her full lips. <br><br>His eyes crinkled at the corners as hunger darkened his chocolate hues when she pressed her demanding hands at the back of his skull, urging his tongue deeper. He was all too happy to oblige his silent command. His expression became wolfish as he lifted his free hand from where it adorned her hip. Fingertips brushed gingerly at her exposed and damp folds as he took hold of soaked crotch of her panties. A tearing sound filled the small bathroom as he tore them with a deep-seated growl in his throat. Nothing obscured his mouth now. <br><br>Aided by her writhing, Micah stroked his tongue along the slit of her pussy, groaning at the piquant taste, before he repeated the motion, using more pressure and probing deeper. Brown eyes half-opened, he watched her reaction closely when he returned his hand to her lip and used his grip there to grind her hot cunt against his face. It still was not enough for him; he wanted to feel her cum on his tongue. He continued to torment her sweetly with his mouth, exploring her intimately but refraining from doing anything more than nuzzling her clitoris with his nose. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>14-01-2017, 20:01:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a4/a9/7b/a4a97bdacd3d857ce2e3c31ff5164caf.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 10 p.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her <strong>Private </strong>Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-Shirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8d/bd/89/8dbd898aa374bbf599adaea6a692edd5.jpg) and Panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theseus Rockford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Forced Compliance/ Eventual Dub-Con</span><hr><br><em>Then why haven’t you?</em><br><br>Her dark chocolate eyes burned with immense hatred for Theseus upon hearing his blunt question. Robyn stared defiantly at him before she averted her gaze downward, not wanting him to witness the true moment of shame rippling through her. Try as she might, she could not bring herself to open her mouth and scream for help. She did not want to be caught dead in this type of questionable situation. It would ruin her.&nbsp; Rumors would fly through the office about how the frigid bitch had sex with a man nearly twice her age. Just imagining how they would snicker whenever she rounded the corner made her feel ill. Also, a part of her foolishly still felt like she could regain control of the encounter. <br><br>Doubt colored her thoughts when he grew bolder in his touch, lowering his hands from her full lips, and grasped her shirt covered breasts within a punishing grasp. A surprised yelp escaped her mouth as she lifted widened eyes and tried her best to push the offending hand away from her body. “Ah!!” She whined hoarsely when he shifted his hold to her hardened nipple and pulled mercilessly upon it. “Please don’t!” The plea slipped from her before she could prevent them from being uttered. “I don’t understand why you're doing this. You don't have to do this.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>16-01-2017, 01:29:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Charlie2_zps8j43cjdc.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5th | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boyshorts + Hastily pulled on tee<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Micah <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> A sleepy Charlie + Oral</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Holy fuck. The moment Micah tore her panties and growled, Charlie almost lost it.&nbsp; She couldn't even work up the necessary irritation to even pretend to be upset about having her clothing ruined. Not while her brain was fogged over by a haze of arousal. Not while his mouth was doing such deliciously torturous things to her body. And not while the idea of cumming in this hot ass strangers mouth loomed like a seductive beacon. For a moment she almost wished this was the stranger she'd met that first day in the closet. But then she looked down to see Micah and any thoughts of another vanished.<br><br>His hunger and intensity played along her nerve endings. His lips against her swollen flesh were decadent where she rubbed against him, the tongue tormenting her slick folds with every rock of her hips so agonizingly steady. She was helpless to do anything but feel. To follow the path her body chose to take as she ground against him, guided by the hand gripping her hip. <br><br>"So wet..." she panted, "you're making it worse, Micah." Somewhere in her mind there was joke in there about laying pipe--yes, Charlie was silly enough to make it--but she couldn't. Words failed her as her pleasure swarmed, catching her off guard and all she could manage to get out was a breathy rush somewhere between a plea and a demand. "Gawd, spank me. Please?" Crazy as it might have sounded to some she'd absolutely cum for him then.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>16-01-2017, 23:42:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3c/2d/14/3c2d144ad6cf331810886458945e7752.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Chef<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st,&nbsp; Middayish <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> water and a stranger's arms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Not-Jack (Javier) <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Shower time&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>The build up, the pace, the completely casual approach to such an intimate thing, it all added to the basic physical reactions to fingers and cock, lips on her own lips. Adri clung to the man's broad shoulders despite how difficult the odd twist of her body made it, and when she came she felt her nails dig into his skin and her pussy clench around his cock as if every part of her were trying to get more. She didn't think about the fact that he'd finished inside her, to any extent other than how satisfying it felt. <br><br>She turned slowly, rested against the glass as they caught their breath, and when he offered his name she couldn't help but laugh. This guy... She could deal with running into him in the shower more often. <br><br>"My room too, then," she told him and wiggled her butt a little. "How about we get some food, and then try this on a bed?" She suggested with a wicked little glint in her eye. Hey if she was sharing her room, and that was not really a surprise if she thought about the boss of her boss, she might as well make good use of it! "Whatcha think, Javier?"<br><br><div align="center">★ End scene&nbsp; :-* ★</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-01-2017, 03:10:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Water<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Residents of Room 8 (Thomas) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> MxM Sexy Time!<hr><hr><br>Devon was ready.&nbsp; Even if there had been no preparation, he was ready.&nbsp; Despite the pain he might feel from the rough entrance Thomas would give him, he still felt ready.&nbsp; The pain would be a small price to pay, and it was one Devon was willing to pay to experience the harsh power and strength from the older man again.&nbsp; It was a roughness born of need and lust.&nbsp; They were both feeding from one another in some sexual feedback loop.&nbsp; The lips against his shoulder made him turn his head, eyes open to take in the motion of lips against his skin.&nbsp; Hands upon him squeezed firmly, almost painfully, but he pressed against them even more so.<br><br>A long moan was replied by one of his own which turned into a hitch of breath and light squeal of delight at the jolt of pain that flowed through him from the bite.&nbsp; "Sh-shit!"&nbsp; Devon moaned as he felt his companion's hips press forward, but in another teasing outcome, Thomas' shaft seemed to miss its target and slide up the crevice of his ass with an additional grind at the end.&nbsp; Devon whimpered at the teasing of it.&nbsp; "Fuck...please, Thomas," he begged.&nbsp; Skin showed goosebumps as the man's tongue traced the teeth impressions in his flesh, and his wish was slowly being answered, he hoped.<br><br>Devon felt the flared head press against his entrance, and he dropped his head down and tried to relax.&nbsp; It speared him, and Devon gave a silent grimace to his face as the initial stab into him passed, and as the warm embrace of his entrance enveloped Thomas, he let out a contented moan.&nbsp; It was a short reprieve before Thomas grasped him by the shoulder, his body bent slowly while hips moved forward still.&nbsp; The hot flesh sank into him deeper, and Devon let his head roll back as a drawn out moan echoed in the small shower.&nbsp; He wanted it all, ever inch, inside of him, and it seemed he may just get his desires met as Thomas pressed in with that slow, steady thrust into him.<br><br>The young man turned his head, finding Thomas' just over his shoulder.&nbsp; He turned more, as much as he could even through the exertion to press his lips to the man's scruffy set for a quick kiss followed by an appreciative moan.&nbsp; "Fuck me...please," he whispered out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-01-2017, 18:36:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0c/2a/09/0c2a0955968d4239742ebb244dfcc88c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theseus Rockford<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Second night, 10pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> His room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robyn<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Dub-Con<hr><br>A small victory was had when she broke eye contact, his fingers eased&nbsp; the torment of her trapped tit, in favor of spreading his hand over the covered mound to squeeze once more. Her tone was shifting, a possible sign her body was betraying her? Theseus didn't bother responding, instead he guided her back up to her feet with a firm pull of her hair. He stood with her in order to lead her to bend at the waist, over towards the bed. Whether or not she put her hands forward or not was up to her. His hands released their hold of her body at long last, moving them to undo the buckle of his belt before he pulled it free from his slacks. "Move from that position and it will go around your neck." He warned, entrusting her with a little semblance of control in the one sided situation. <br><br>The leather belt was folded in half and hung from his right hand as he returned to the drawer that initiated the entire conflict. Once more he opened it, this time without it almost snapping on his hand. He kept an eye on her through the mirror, listening as well to catch her in the event she decided she wanted another slap across the face. Reaching and taking the toy she had embarrassingly attempted to hide once more, he took that a small bottle of lubricant. "I don't see what the big deal is, unless you are sexually repressed or some closet nymphomaniac." Theseus casually commented while he turned and approached the bed once more."Whatever the case, you came to the right place....." He began as he set the items on the bed in her line of sight before he circled around her. His left hand came to rest on her ass before he granted himself the freedom of a grope. “and maybe, we can get along after all, or not.” Theseus concluded as his hand moved away to slip between her thighs. “Part your thighs.” He commanded, the leather of the belt brushing across her ass, a subtle warning that he would only ask once. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-01-2017, 23:49:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a4/a9/7b/a4a97bdacd3d857ce2e3c31ff5164caf.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 10 p.m. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Her <strong>Private </strong>Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-Shirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8d/bd/89/8dbd898aa374bbf599adaea6a692edd5.jpg) and Panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theseus Rockford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Forced Compliance/ Eventual Dub-Con</span><hr><br>Robyn had never felt so violated and disgusted. She trembled visibly from the force of her rage along with the fact that this monster thought his actions were excusable; justified even. Irregardless of how she spoke to him or her physical assault, that did not grant him the right to grope her. Despite the fact that she did not part her lips to scream, as she shoould have done, she did not feel a stirring of attraction within herself for him. Theseus repulsed her to the depths of her guarded soul, and she hoped someday soon he would pay for his humilation of her. <br><br>She ground her teeth against each other when he yanked her hair for the umpteenth time, not wanting to grant him the satisfaction of hearing her pain. As he guided her down, bending her body towards the bed, it finally sunk into her stubborn mind how her evening might turn out if she did not do something drastic to liberate herself from his presence. He would not be content with merely touching her. He would rape her. Her eyelids closed tightly, battling another onslaught of tears, as she put her hands out in front of her, clutching the thick comforter within her fingers. Just when she thought of rebellion, he issued his quiet warning. His tone, firm and threatening, let her know he meant every word. <br><br>Robyn’s chest heaved up and down as she struggled to maintain her composure and not panic. As her mind raced with possibilities, she listened but did not dare look back at him as he searched through the dressers. She winced when his warm fingertips grazed across her panty covered behind. It was then she made her decision to fight. The illusion of parting her legs was given before she kicked out hard, striking him in the knee, and scrambled hastily across the bed’s surface. Still refusing to scream, she bolted across the floor and yanked open the door. He could have the room but she would never play whore for him. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-01-2017, 00:10:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/09/24/4b09240954330957c79f24b82827e39f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Micah Silva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12809593#msg12809593)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Plumber<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5 | 2 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Charlie and Marco's Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Shirt and Boxers &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/78/7e/0e/787e0eeccf0ecc362277c8cc3a8b1d44.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable<hr><br><em>Spank me. <br></em><br>His heavy hand lifted from where it rested against her hip and came crashing down against her bare ass. The sound of it echoed within the small space of the bathroom and was undoubtedly heard by her sleeping roommate. He could not bring himself to be concerned about potential discovery. All that mattered right now was making her cum hard upon his waiting tongue. Before she could catch her breath, he tilted his head backward and dragged his tongue directly across her exposed clit. “Mmm,” he groaned deep in his throat, cock throbbing for attention against his leg. His hand rubbed gently against the heated flesh of where his hand had struck her. As he repeated the act, with more firmness, he slapped his hand across her flesh for a second time, hitting the same spot. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 15:29:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0c/2a/09/0c2a0955968d4239742ebb244dfcc88c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theseus Rockford<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Second night, 10ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robyn, Random npcs passing by <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Dub-Con/Forced Compliance, humiliation, forced pet play <hr><br>For a brief moment he thought she might have acquiesced at long last. A victory to indulge, his guard lowered as he took a moment to trace his fingertips along soft skin in a simple caress. A rush of excitement ran through him but turned to confusion and pain as she made contact with his knee. Unable to suppress the sudden pain he grunted, eyes flashing red as she turned and bolted for the door! "Come back here!" Theseus commanded, his voice echoed down the hall as the door opened. He was slower to follow, his leg forcing him to hobble over as he shifted his weight off the hurt limb. <br><br>Robyn didn't make it out of the room. A hand managed to between her shoulders, forcing&nbsp; her into the door frame and pinning her in place just out of reach of freedom. Theseus leaned in closely, his body weight pressing against her as he closed the gap, his lips against her ear. "Didn't I fucking tell you what would happen!" He growled, the belt coming down harshly across her ass with a loud crack of leather across skin! A couple of guest casually walking by at that moment witnessing the moment simply paused for a moment to observe, his anger draining from his features as he turned and shot the voyeurs a quick wink. "Ohh, is this what you secretly wanted? You wanted someone to see?" He managed to scramble, masking the moment as best he could. "I told you, try that shit again and you will be wearing this belt around your belt, didn't I!" He leaned in to hiss into her ear, playing to their small crowd before they appeared bored with the show and moved on. The mansion was a walking orgy, a little rough play was all part of the night time activities after all. <br><br>“Let’s take a walk.” He said before the bent belt was lassoed over her head and down to her neck before he pulled it to form a crude collar. The buckle would not hold in place, but as long as held a firm grip on the end of the belt itself, there was no escape. A hand pulled her hair free from the collar before he tugged once more, the leather pressed tightly against her throat. “You won’t need this…” His hands gathered at the back of her shirt’s collar, tearing the fabric before he ripped it down her back and pulled it free from her body as he yanked her into the hallway. He didn’t ask anymore, instead he forced her down to the ground, pulling and pushing her as needed until she was on the ground. “Act like a bitch and I will treat you like one, now come, let’s go for a walk.” He smiled as he began to walk, her options to keep pace or be dragged would be presented immediately. 
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