Carnival Club ~ Backyard & Garden
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				Title: <strong>Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 18:49:06</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 22:07:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/MolochMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Moloch, #2882</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Any<br><strong>Status: </strong> Open<br><hr><br>Moloch stepped out of the rear of the mansion and padded on bare feet across the cool stone path to the soft grass surrounding the fountain.&nbsp; As he stood gazing toward the horizon, watching the sun sink below it, he removed a cigarette and match from the pocket of his robe, striking the match with his thumbnail and lighting his cigarette with a deep sigh of satisfaction.&nbsp; He shook the match out and waited a moment to let it cool before dropping it back into his pocket, unwilling to discard trash on the beautifully maintained landscape.&nbsp; He dragged deeply of the rich, lightly-spiced tobacco as he drifted over to take a seat on one of the stone plinths to the side of the stairs that led to the fountain.&nbsp; Crossing his legs, adjusting his robe to ensure it continued to provide the utmost coverage, he lifted his glass of scotch to chase the flavor of his cigarette with the smoky taste of single-malt.<br><br>The sound of the fountain was soothing, the view of the sunset was unparalleled and he reveled in the subtle shift in temperature as the warmth of day was replaced by the silken coolness of the night.&nbsp; Blue-grey smoke drifted up lazily from the glowing tip of his cigarette as he took another deep pull, enjoying the slight breeze quickened by the setting sun as it ruffled his hair.&nbsp; While he had been coming long enough to grow accustomed to the mask, and his was particularly well-fitted, he still longed to remove it so that he could feel the air across his face.&nbsp; He understood the necessity, and particularly appreciated the chance to be Moloch, utterly anonymous.&nbsp; Still, there were times the blasted thing got on his nerves and he had to resist the nearly overwhelming urge to cast it off.&nbsp; He knew, of course, that to do so in a public venue would deny him the sanctity and delights of the club, so the benefit of resisting such urges far outweighed the minor annoyance of the mask.<br><br>He felt the itch to expose his face to the teasing breeze pass, and rewarded his own fortitude with another sip of scotch, gazing at the panorama of gold, orange, violet and blues that blended across the sky like an Indian blanket.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 20:29:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/SamMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Sam "Mr. Clean," Bathroom Attendant</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Moloch, OPEN<br><strong>Status: </strong> Open<br><hr><br>It was a long day of cleaning, but Sam was thankful. The salary he made working at the club was enough to pay his bills (sometimes a bit more), and the free membership to lounge around during his time off was worth not making it into the NFL like he originally planned. People appreciated him here for more than just his physical skill, but also for his physical form. Most of his time was spent in the bathrooms. Attending to the rich male and female customers who came in. Offer a squirt of something here. A squirt of another thing there. Another part of his tasks were cleaning up the 'messy' adventures of a lot of the club associates, but he never complained. Sometimes even humming his favorite song (Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy) while watching a surface sparkle and shine after he was done.<br><br>His hands were calloused, a little dry from all the cleaning--even if he had just placed some lotion on them, and he felt the dry sensation while running his hands through his short, cropped dirty blonde hair. Smoothing the hairs out to the correct position once he was finished. He had been stuck inside all day. Perfumes and colognes from various associates still plagued his nose, and he needed some fresh air. His favorite area was the garden, because usually it was fairly isolated from a large crowd of people. And today... well today Sam wanted to feel relaxed.<br><br>The smell of cigarette smoke filled his nostrils, and he glanced around the garden. Noticing that a stoic and strong looking man, with a mask that only hinted at the power and intensity that must have been hidden inside of him. Already Sam could only imagine that the long horns protruding out from the sides of his mask were not to compensate for a lack of something, but to inform people of who he was with one glance. Sam, who had originally been looking for a relaxing evening, suddenly wiped away all his plans and impulsively went to approach the masked man. Smoothing the wrinkles of his own black cape against his hard pectoral muscles, before he stepped beside Moloch and cleared his throat. <br><br>"<strong>Your mask. It's...</strong>" he began to say as he turned to face the man with the long horns, the slick black mask, and the toned body. Suddenly Sam lacked the words that he wanted to say. Instead, he felt his tongue push up against the back of his teeth, looking foolish as the words to describe it escaped him. "<strong>Its... woha,</strong>" he finally said, falling short on how he really felt about how well manicured the stoic man was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 23:41:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/MolochMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Moloch, #2882</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Any<br><strong>Status: </strong> Open<br><hr><br>Moloch didn't realize that he was no longer alone until the younger man cleared his throat.&nbsp; As Sam spoke, he rose off the plinth he had been sitting on and turned to unabashedly look the blonde over.&nbsp; Smoke curled lazily up from his cigarette as his eyes traveled from the chiseled jaw, to broad shoulders, down his sculpted chest to his powerful legs and then back up to meet his gaze.&nbsp; A faint smile touched his lips at Sam's loss for words, head tilting as he took a slow drag off his cigarette and exhaled at the sky before murmuring softly with a satiny baritone.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you.&nbsp; I rather like yours, as well.&nbsp; It's very understated, which plays up your natural beauty."</strong><br><br>He leaned to set his glass on the plinth and then offered his right hand, eyes glittering in the shadows of his imposing mask.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm Moloch."</strong>&nbsp; The black silk robe that he had exchanged for his clothing was cinched closed at the waist, the sides folded one over the other to ensure that he was fully covered.&nbsp; The only skin showing was the slight V from his collarbones to the top of his chest, revealing naturally tanned skin and a hint of trimmed salt-and-pepper chest hair, his hands and bare feet.&nbsp; He was obviously not a man afraid to engage in the sort of grooming that was considered traditionally feminine, such as manicures and pedicures.&nbsp; His grip was confident and intimate, without being imposing, his skin slightly rough and warm, and his nails were neatly trimmed and buffed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 00:23:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/SnowMask.jpg)<br><div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">Snow</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/9d/7f/149d7f4b679a4b3c2d222bad43c0ef7c.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Snow, #1066 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245918.msg12247393#msg12247393)</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Moloch &amp; Sam<br><strong>Status: </strong> Open<br><hr><br>Lily, or 'Snow,' was out of her comfort zone. And that was the understatement of the century...possibly the millennium. The young redhead who had barely experienced more than missionary and the occasional doggy style in real life was now thrust into a world where, supposedly, her wildest fantasies could come true. Oh she had fantasies, but she didn't know where they began and ended. What did she <em>actually</em> want to try, and what was best left in her overactive imagination? She supposed that was indeed something she'd never know until she actually did try...even if the thought made her panic slightly inside. <br><br>She had always prided herself on being rather fearless, so being nervous around a bunch of attractive and horny people was frustrating her. However, this was exactly the sort of thing she would actually feel a prickle of fear about. She didn't even know how to go about this. Did one just go up to someone and propose what they wanted? How did they know what the other person was into? Or even who the other person was into? She didn't want to offend anyone by making false assumptions. <br><br>God. She was a mess. Well, internally at least. Externally she'd done a fairly good job of faking it. She'd been told clothing was optional, but she would not feel comfortable naked. Therefore, to match her mask, she'd chosen a rather pretty white lingerie set with a matching satiny robe on top. It was cinched at her waist to show off her figure, and just short enough that the bottom of her ass teased at the promise beneath. The robe gapped enough at the top that her ample cleavage was well on display, and above her mask, her red curls were loose around her lightly freckled face and shoulders. Her feet were bare, but both her toenails and fingernails were painted a deep crimson. Her make-up was classy but not overdone, and all in all, she was at least confident that she had done as much with her looks as she could. Fake it til you make it, right?<br><br>At first she'd wandered the house and tried to feel out the place. Sex soon permeated the rooms, and although she knew her white lace panties were wet, she couldn't bring herself to just 'join' someone. Therefore, she decided to take a walk outside. It was a beautiful night with a decent breeze that made it the perfect temperature. Her mask was firmly in place, and she exited into the backyard. <br><br>It was a beautifully landscaped masterpiece, as if she would expect differently, and she enjoyed just wandering for a while. The cool and plush grass felt nice between her toes as she explored, but eventually she heard voices. Luckily it didn't seem to be a massive group, and she didn't hear moans and grunts yet...which meant she wouldn't be interrupting anything. Besides, something about the deep masculine rumble she heard pulled at her as if caught by a string. <br><br>Following the sounds, she finally came upon two fine specimens of the male form that made her already aroused body react more strongly. Were they going to...? She had never seen two men together, but the thought of them had her nipples straining against her ivory ensemble. However, another image entered her mind. This time, she was between them, and her panties grew infinitely wetter at that possibility. Swallowing and taking a deep breath to steady herself, she moved a bit closer, coming into their view...but at a loss for what to say. <br><br>Great first impression, Lily...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>24-04-2016, 21:43:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/SamMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Sam "Mr. Clean," Bathroom Attendant</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Moloch, Snow, OPEN<br><strong>Status: </strong> CLOSED<br><hr><br>Moloch seemed friendly enough, even behind the pensive and immensely mysterious aura that he radiated. Except the man still had this intrigue to Sam. The need to know more about what he could possibly be behind the mask. Not in the sense of identity, but in the sense of sexual secrets. Sam had seen a lot of people come through the bathroom stalls at the Carnival Club. Some were drunks, thirsting for the next orgasm. Some where experimenters, deviants who did things behind closed doors they couldn't bring home to their families. Then there were some who lusted for adventure, along with the others he hadn't met yet. Sam look a moment, probably a longer one than he should have, to eye the man. Deciding what unknown category to place him in, and how to correctly deal with the mess he would make of Sam's body afterward. <br><br>At least. That's how he saw it. <br><br>His hand slipped behind his head. Blunt nails scratching the short cropped dirty blonde hair that was always the exact same length. Thanks to a really good loyalty system at a local barbershop. His other hand reached out to Moloch to greet him. "<strong>My name is Sam. I'm one of the employees here at the club,</strong>" he said nodding his head downward as his tight grip clenched on Moloch's hand. Wondering if Moloch's grip was tighter than his own, showing a bit of dominance in just the early stages of introduction. It could determine a lot about a person. "<strong>You may seen me in the bathrooms&nbsp; on your other stays. They also call me, 'Mr. Clean,'</strong>" he added. A smile on his face indicating that he was very proud of the title. "<strong>I feel like I would have remembered you if I had seen you before...</strong>" he added and left his sentence trailing off. Almost as if it was a masked invitation of saying that Sam was interested. <br><br>That's when his eyes couldn't help but linger to the side of his vision. The sight of a light crisp orange caught his eye, but then vixen of a beauty that it was attached to the tresses of crimson hair caught his attention. Sam nodded his head to Moloch upward, and his posture straightened. Appearing only slightly taller, but still struggling to catch the towering height of Moloch. One raise of his eyebrows, and that boyish smile could only mean one thing. Sam was initiating the '<em>Dude, I got this,</em>' page of the bro-code.<br><br>The NFL wannabe of a man brought his hand to his mouth, making sure to flex his bicep in the process and allow the black silk material of his robe to stretch against the massive muscles. "<strong>You finding everything alright, ma'am? You look a little lost,</strong>" he added. Tossing another glance at Moloch through his mask, as he weaseled his way into some terrible charm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 02:47:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/MolochMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Moloch, #2882</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Any<br><strong>Status: </strong> Open<br><hr><br>He took the time, as Sam looked him over, to take a small sip from his glass of Scotch, his mask barely revealing the amused crinkling at the corners of his eyes.&nbsp; Once he had the younger man's hand in his own, he held him imperiously within a grip that, while not tight, was undeniably commanding.&nbsp; His thumb unabashedly moved along the side of Sam's thumb, mapping the ridges in his skin and the shape of the bones beneath his flesh before he released him with a curve of his lips.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm certain that if we had met before, Sam, I would have ensured it was an encounter you would remember."</strong><br><br>As Sam drew his attention to the pale beauty that had joined them in the garden, he turned toward Snow with a faint cock of his head, gaze following her form as appreciatively, faithfully and boldly as it had journeyed over Sam's.&nbsp; <strong>"Good evening."</strong>&nbsp; He nodded to her with a deepening of his smile, seeming to enjoy the change her presence had wrought in Sam, and stepping aside to retake his seat on the short column beside the stairs.&nbsp; He flicked his cigarette ash, ensuring that the next languid drag would not spill ash down the front of his robe, and watched the two of them with open interest.&nbsp; Sam's raised brow and unspoken assurance earned him a subtle wink and a mute chuckle, the older gentleman apparently quite happy to look on as the pretty young man wooed the woman in white.<br><br>As the blond turned on the charm, the horned one crossed his legs and sipped his drink, his only contribution the faint sound of a single cube of ice tinkling against the glass and the subtle, yet rich, scent of high-end tobacco and spices.&nbsp; His shadowed gaze shifted between the All-American boy and the petite redhead, perhaps envisioning the contrast of her soft, pale skin against the golden tones of Sam's sculpted musculature.&nbsp; He kept such thoughts to himself, if indeed he were having them, drawing silence around himself as if he could become a statue on that plinth, all-seeing and all-knowing, apart from what was happening but engaged by the action at the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 03:15:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/SnowMask.jpg)<br><div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">Snow</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/9d/7f/149d7f4b679a4b3c2d222bad43c0ef7c.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Snow, #1066 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245918.msg12247393#msg12247393)</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Moloch &amp; Sam<br><strong>Status: </strong> Open<br><hr><br>When she was noticed by both men, she felt a blush appear on both cheeks that spread down her decolletage and likely directly to her breasts. Why couldn't she have happened upon an awkward young man inside for her first encounter? That would have broken the ice easily enough. No, she had to stumble across Tom Brady's prettier brother and the reason that everyone said the devil was the master of temptation. Perfect. Just perfect. Still, there was no going back now, and truthfully, she didn't want to. <br><br>Of course, she had originally told herself that they might be gay, and she was certain that they did indeed feel an attraction to one another in the way they'd been interacting when she'd first seen them. However, when the younger man turned to look at her, he gave the age old smile and body posture of a peacock strutting for its mate. He, at least, was bisexual. The older man was a bit of a mystery, but when she looked into his eyes, she noticed the way he studied her lace-garbed curves just as leisurely as a wine connoisseur studies a rare vintage. No, they weren't gay. They were both into either gender, and that excited her. She, too, was attracted to both men and women, although she'd never had a sexual experience with a woman. Perhaps that would change here at the club.<br><br>Right now, though, her attention was on the two males before her...and she wasn't complaining one bit. When the golden boy asked her if she was lost, she straightened a bit and tried to look less like a lamb and more like a woman who knew where she was going...even though she didn't. <br><br><strong>"I was told we were allowed to go wherever we liked on the grounds. I didn't think exploring counted as being lost, but perhaps I'm mistaken."</strong><br><br>Her soft alto voice was easily heard in the quiet evening, and when she heard the older man's deep voice, her own body tightened a bit in response. When she continued, the little bit of 'coolness' left her voice, and the usual awkward girl surface.<br><br><strong>"Although if you two were...umm...engaged in something, then I don't want to interrupt. You could continue. Although I'm not suggesting you were, if you weren't. Not that there's anything wrong with it if you were. Just saying you didn't have to be. You know? And if you were, I could leave...or stay. And watch. But I don't have to. I mean, if you're into that, I wouldn't mind...but I don't want it to be weird. I'm just...err..."</strong><br><br>Blushing crimson now, she muttered to herself. <strong>"Maybe I am lost..." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 04:20:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/SamMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Sam "Mr. Clean," Bathroom Attendant</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Moloch, Snow, OPEN<br><strong>Status: </strong> CLOSED<br><hr><br>Moloch's comment about his presence being memorable in his mind forever caused a small exasperated chuckle. His thick eyebrows raised raised once, his eyes lingered downward before snapping back up to Moloch's eyes behind his mask. Then his own blues lingered back to the exquisite treasure that just happened to stumble upon a pack of two very different wolves. Would they both nip at her heels until the little rose danced around the bedroom? Time could only tell, but if Sam could get shivers down his spine just from looking at Moloch--he could only imagine the effect that the mysterious man would have on the little Snowball. <br><br>'<em>Score!</em>' Sam recited inside of his head, keeping a cocky smirk as Moloch took the reigns with one singular phrase. The effect causing a chilling moment of silence between the trio, until the blushing redness of Snow's cheeks made his heart leap, his semi pulse, and his mind to utter '<em>Score!</em>' once again. "<strong>Come on now, baby. Don't be like that,</strong>" he charmed, as his muscular arm wrapped around the side of Snow's lithe frame. His fingers were large and broad, but Sam somehow managed to conjure a gentleness with the way they graced across the soft black silk touching the small of her back and then usher her closer to the pair. "<strong>Mr. Moloch and I were just having a conversation about...</strong>" Sam paused for a moment. The smirk disappearing from his face as he tried to remember <em>exactly</em> what they were talking about last. It took a few seconds, but then a light bulb ignited the blues of his eyes. "<strong>...memorable moments!</strong>" he chimed, dropping his had back to his side, but not before 'accidentally' trailing his thumb along the curve of Snow's supple ass cheek. Mapping and framing it in his mind to fantasize about before actually unwrapping her. <br><br>Then Sam would pry. He had the night off, and whatever God was smiling on him today presented him with two perfect specimens. "<strong>You know my coach always told me when I was nervous about something, to just dive headfirst in it. Then grab the ball and hug that motherfucker until the whistle blows,</strong>" he added to the two. "<strong>I don't know about you two, but I'm free tonight and looking for a bit of... <em>company.</em></strong>" a smirk came to his face, and although he had just met Snow and Moloch--it just seemed natural. "<strong>Would you think of me presumptuous to assume that you two are not familiar with the grounds?</strong>" he added. Hoping to find any excuse to prolong their time with him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 02:26:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/MolochMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Moloch, #2882</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Snow &amp; Sam<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><br>A soft chuckle rose from deep in Moloch's chest as he rose back to his feet, crushing out the dying ember on his cigarette before dropping the remains into a small metal tin he carried in the pocket of his robe.&nbsp; <strong>"I personally find that the most interesting things happen when one has lost their way.&nbsp; Little Red Riding Hood would have never met the big, bad wolf if she'd remained on the path.&nbsp; Hansel and Gretel would never have found their fortune if the birds hadn't eaten their trail of bread crumbs."</strong>&nbsp; His smile widened as he cocked his head and motioned to Sam.&nbsp; <strong>"And you might never have met Sam and I if you hadn't lost your way, my little lamb."</strong><br><br>He nodded to Sam and moved across the grass, standing near them and looking out over the garden, facing the opposite direction.&nbsp; <strong>"Mmm...Honestly, I've rarely had the chance to do much exploring on the grounds.&nbsp; Much of my time here has been spent indoors.&nbsp; Would you be so kind as to give us a tour, Sam?"</strong>&nbsp; He turned his head to look over at the two of them again, that faint curve lingering on his lips.&nbsp; <strong>"Assuming, of course, that the lovely lady wishes to join us.&nbsp; I would hate to presume, since she might have a prior engagement."</strong>&nbsp; His gaze settled fully on Snow, one brow arching.&nbsp; His eyes revealed an unapologetic predatory gleam, a mixture of desire and hunger, as if he <em>were</em> the big, bad wolf and she the hapless little lamb who'd wandered too far from the protection of her flock.<br><br>He extended one large hand, his sleeve sliding down slightly to reveal an unexpectedly muscular forearm, offering it to Snow palm-up.&nbsp; <strong>"Shall we, as Sam so aptly stated, hug the motherfucker until the whistle blows, mon petit chou?"</strong>&nbsp; The gleam in his eyes shifted to a reckless sparkle, his smile seeming to encourage her to throw caution to the wind and let go her inhibitions and fears.&nbsp; His fingers curled slightly as if already anticipating the feel of her small hand in his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-05-2016, 05:37:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/SnowMask.jpg)<br><div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">Snow</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/9d/7f/149d7f4b679a4b3c2d222bad43c0ef7c.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Snow, #1066 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245918.msg12247393#msg12247393)</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Moloch &amp; Sam<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><br>Lily, or "Snow," as she had to think of herself while here, knew that she was out of her depth with these two gorgeous men, but she couldn't seem to find it in her to care. They both seemed more than interested in her, and the way their eyes slid over her ivory clad form sent goosebumps up and down her almost equally white flesh. The moon was now coming out, and the last rays of the sunset was setting her already crimson hair afire in the glow. Sam's 'bro' personality might have been unappealing if it wasn't for his undeniable All-American boy charm and gentle strength when he touched her. The touch made her tense a bit, but his hand was large and sure, and she soon liked the way it felt as he guided her toward the other man. She noticed his not-so-sly brush against her ass, but instead of offending her, she found that she grew slightly wet from even that small touch. It seemed she really was getting into the Carnival Club spirit.<br><br>Chuckling softly at Sam's rather frank words, she listened to Moloch's softer explanation as he compared her to a lamb. And it was indeed true that she felt like one in that moment. When offered her opinion on the tour, she cleared her throat and nodded.<br><br>"A tour would be lovely."<br><br>The hand offered her would be taken, and her own was quite a bit smaller in comparison. Grasping his larger one, she knew that they were both talking about much more than a tour, but her already moist panties and hard nipples attested that she was absolutely fine with this plan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 07:49:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/SamMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Sam "Mr. Clean," Bathroom Attendant</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Moloch, Snow, OPEN<br><strong>Status: </strong> CLOSED<br><hr><br>"<em><strong>Damn man,</strong></em>" he whispered into Moloch's ear while Snow walked ahead of them. "<em><strong>Your moves are really fucking smooth, do you mind giving me a few pointers sometime!?</strong></em>" he grinned and then nudged the knuckles of his fist into the side of Moloch's stoic stance. "<strong>Alright, <em>mon pu-teet bo-coo</em></strong>" he tried to mimic the sweet phrase, but failed horribly. Even if his confident grin continued to be plastered on the front of his face. "<strong>It's settled then! I'll lead the way, and Moloch...</strong>" he said as his eyes lingered Lily and her petite and lithe frame. "<strong>Why don't you make sure that cute little lambchop doesn't stray too far from this pack of hungry wolves,</strong>" he smirked triumphantly proud of his comment, and then began walking off of the patio and heading to the gardens. <br><br>His hands pointed toward a few trees that he mentioned the hints of a few lewd stories, or odd clean-up situations he had to deal with in the most interesting areas. Once there was even an accident over a particular set of white roses, which resulted in an also very prickly situation for Sam. "<strong>I could talk about these grounds and these flowers all day long, but I'm not one of those green thumbed giants,</strong>" he turned around and then placed his thumb near the side of Moloch's shoulder. Tracing up his necklines to his neck, lingering just a moment as he came to the chin. "<strong>You remind me of someone,</strong>" he murmured fondly before slipping his hand back to his side. <br><br>Then his attention was brought to Snow. "<strong>But what's really fun is if I show you the back ways... back alleys... back doors...</strong>" he couldn't help but smile when he spoke. Seeming to linger his eyes on Snow a bit longer, tracing his eyes were his hands had so discretely brushed against before. "<strong>Tell me, do you two always like to do things the convention way...</strong>" he paused. His hand leading to Moloch's shoulder, and then the opposite was placed on Snow's forearm. Slowly lingering his digits lower to trace, just as he had done to Moloch's necklines earlier. "<strong>... or we can do something a bit more daring. Maybe even break a few traditional rules, if you will,</strong>" he added raising his thick, blonde eyebrows. <br><br>"<strong>There is this killer paradise themed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248999.0) room near here. With a big, huge bed we could all roll around in. I'm even sure it's big enough to house all three of us,</strong>" he added. The invitation lingering on his tongue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>15-05-2016, 03:00:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/MolochMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Moloch, #2882</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Snow &amp; Sam<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><br>He chuckled softly at Sam and murmured back with a glint in his eyes.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Perish the thought, mon ami, your moves are perfect just as they are.&nbsp; If you tried to change them, you'd only end up seeming...less authentique.&nbsp; That would be a travesty and I refuse to have any part in it."</strong></em>&nbsp; His half-grin seemed to indicate he was being somewhat facetious, but only partially. <br><br>As they followed Sam, his thumb brushed over the back of Snow's hand, tracing the silken texture of her skin and mapping the delicate bones she had so willingly entrusted to his grip.&nbsp; He followed their guide's gestures and laughed softly in all the right places, enjoying the stories for what they were.&nbsp; All the while, he was aware of the electricity that charged the air around the three of them, the anticipation that grew with each step and second that ticked by.&nbsp; It crackled against his skin and seeped into his muscles, heating his blood until he could feel every pulse of his heart beat through every vein.&nbsp; The patient beats seemed to be counting the moments until they would succumb to the rising desire and fall upon one another with a bestial hunger for the feel of skin to skin and breath to breath.<br><br>The touch to his neck sent a pleasurable tingling all along his scalp that triggered a tightening in his lower abdomen, and he leaned subtly into the passage of Sam's fingertips.&nbsp; A low, animal growl echoed in his chest before he murmured with all the melting richness of a thick coffee liquor.&nbsp; <strong>"I've never once been accused of an over-abundance of conventionality, my sweet.&nbsp; I say that you show us the way to paradise, and we cease pretending we're not all aching to lose ourselves in one another for a few hours."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Backyard &amp; Garden</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>18-05-2016, 05:40:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/SnowMask.jpg)<br><div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">Snow</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/9d/7f/149d7f4b679a4b3c2d222bad43c0ef7c.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Snow, #1066 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245918.msg12247393#msg12247393)</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Backyard<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday, Dusk<br><strong>Who: </strong> Moloch &amp; Sam<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><br>It wasn't as if Snow couldn't see what was going on. Sam was the football player, and Moloch was the older sophisticated man who seemed to almost be taking the young cub into his tutelage. Both were incredibly attractive in their own way, and the redhead could already imagine how their contrasting styles would undoubtedly inspire fireworks in the bedroom. And there was no doubt...this would end in the bedroom. Figuratively or literally.<br><br>Sam's attempt at French had her chuckling softly, and she turned to look over her shoulder at both of them.<strong> "D'accord, mes cheris. Moins parler, plus d'action." </strong>Suddenly the shy lamb gave them a wink and tossed her hair over her shoulder. Still, she was glad to listen to Sam talk about the different stories of cleaning up after various incidents here, and laughed over the rose story. The man clearly enjoyed his job, and she was becoming more comfortable around the two of them every moment she spent with them. However, comfortable was a relative term, as her body was becoming more and more taut with need for the men as well. She wanted to taste Sam's lips and feel Moloch's hands all over her body. She wanted to explore each of them with her tongue until they were writhing in pleasure, and then she wanted to ride one while the other kissed and caressed her partner. Essentially, as interesting and beautiful as the garden was, she wanted to get the two of them somewhere private so they could explore each other to their hearts' content. <br><br>Seeing Sam trace his fingers along Moloch's neck, Snow suddenly showed that she wasn't just the shy little lamb she'd appeared to be at first, and pulled Sam toward her for a kiss. She let him finish his bit first, but then her lips found his and her free hand grasped the back of his neck gently...holding him close as her lips parted to taste his tongue tentatively. Their masks touched, and she moved her rosebud mouth rhythmically until finally she pulled back and released him. Looking up at Moloch with a cheeky grin, she nodded in agreement at his answer and confirmed it with her own.<br><br><strong>"Rules never interested me overmuch, and I think we all know what we want."</strong><br><br>As if to reiterate this statement, she leaned in and moved her hand up Moloch's chest before kissing over his heart and looking into his eyes through her dark lashes. <strong> "I say we find this paradise room as soon as possible."</strong>
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