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| Tweet Topic Started: 23 Jan 2012, 01:03 (706 Views) | |
| Horsepoint | 23 Jan 2012, 01:03 Post #1 |
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| Horsepoint | 16 Feb 2012, 01:54 Post #31 |
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Tarik wouldn't have resisted the kiss even if he had had all of his mental processes present and correct. As it was, the sudden crash of her body against his nearly knocked him back half a pace before he pushed them back vertical, returning the kiss with enthusiasm. Their tongues slid together, a hot and wet echo of what they had just completed, and the press of her full breasts against his torso as her nails ran pale trails down his back drew a shudder from him; his back arched slightly, and the squash of her chest against his was made only better. When she drew away, he made an abortive following gesture, a little noise involuntarily escaping his kiss-bruised lips, before opening his eyes to see a wicked smile as she tugged him towards her quarters. He followed her. As they pushed through the door, he was managing to think a little more clearly, but that was in fact his undoing. The first thing he saw was of course the bed, and he snickered lowly to see the entirely unsubtle colouring Tiffany had chosen for her...boudoir. The little additions were an interesting touch, and not lost on him at all, though they weren't particularly calling to him at that time. At her words, however, his gaze slipped to her bedside table and fell upon the open drawer there. The contents was unmistakeable, and varied. He licked his lips. Yes, that one was curved. That one was straight. That one was ribbed. And yes, those were straps, and he could see the ring that would attach... Suddenly he was flat on his back on the bed, the springs' complaints fading away as they settled. She'd managed to take advantage of his complete and utter distraction, and he didn't mind, not really at all, because she was arched on his hips, eager and feline, and her breasts were pressed together before him into the fullest cleavage. Her comment was cheesy, but he wasn't particularly complaining if it came with such a display. "You filthy..." he started in a growled mutter, and never finished, but it was completely without rancour and accompanied by a feral, appreciative grin. He parted his lips as she descended, expecting another kiss, but she brushed past his cheek and continued down, licking, sucking and nipping at his flesh. He shivered slightly, gasped a little, and might have wondered at the return to foreplay if she hadn't been rubbing her hot, slippery folds along the length of his dick as she attended to his neck. His cock twitched, and he made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, eager to push back inside the teasing lips that were so maddeningly stimulating him. He raised his hands to her shoulders, her head bent between them as she continued her ministrations, and ran his palms down the smooth lines of her back, curving over her spread cheeks before returning to settle on her ribs. |
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| ImpulseEC | 19 Feb 2012, 01:37 Post #32 |
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As his hands began to run down her body, Tiffany shivered and took a sizeable measure of the flesh on his shoulder sharply in her teeth, issuing a pleasurable exhale accompanied by a long and even moan from her throat. His hands were warm on her soft, cold skin and her flesh tensed and braced against his touch as they travelled down to spread her cheeks and then back up to her hips. She brought her face up to his again, one hand on the bed next to his head now, and kissed him again, gently and slowly, with no viciousness or ferocious passion, almost lovingly, a sudden change from before. Her heart raced as she teased, and her other hand snaked down his chest, through his chest hair, where it paused and her nails contracted pleasurably at the feel of it's density, then it ran down further, over his stomach and between her own thighs to wrap around and grasp his still rock hard cock that pulsed achingly against her incredibly wet and warm lips. She felt her own lubrications on the soft palm of her hand as she held his firm and not insubstantial dick in her hand, pushing it upwards slightly and angling it effectively, bringing the tip to rest between her folds, and taking her hand away as her tight inner walls held it firm. She hovered her hips here, pulled on his bottom lip again with her teeth, and broke away, sitting up a little, her face a few inches above his, an arm straight out holding herself up either side of his shoulders now, and her hair hanging framing her face and spilling down softly onto his chest. Then after a second of penetrating eye contact, with a very sudden and precise movement she rolled and dropped her pelvis, forcing his entirety into her with a vicious sounding smack as his hips and her inner thighs collided, the space to fill now tighter due to her straddling him. She pressed her pelvis down into him as hard as she could, taking him as deep as he could possibly hope to go, sitting up, clenching her teeth and looking up to the ceiling as she did, his girth pressing her limits. After a few seconds of drinking in every throbbing inch of him against her hypersensitive inner walls, she looked down at him, smirked and tightened every muscle in her abdomen and core, squeezing him with the intimate muscles that mounted combat and years of riding had honed. She moaned out as her grip threshold eventually broke, and she fell forward, her arms outstretched at his shoulders again and she then began, slowly at first, to lift and slide herself up and down his cock, her back arched upwards, using her hips to effectively 'bounce' on top of him, riding him, slowly and steadily gathering speed and momentum, her bed a very good shock absorption and aid in the movements. |
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| Horsepoint | 22 Feb 2012, 02:56 Post #33 |
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Tarik let himself be kissed, revelled breathlessly in its incongruous gentleness; he didn't particularly mind Tiffany taking charge of things for a bit at all, particularly since he had another blissful period of respite to enjoy. He returned the kiss, following her pace and running one hand through her auburn tresses as her fingers curled lazily through his chest hair, but broke off to gasp against her mouth as he felt her take hold of his aching cock with one hand, manipulating it to press firmly into her. The knowledge that she was just holding the head of his cock there with her body, the feel of both of their most sensitive areas teasing at each other, was almost unbearable. He chased her lips with his own as she pulled away, and looked up at her from his supine position from beneath lust-lowered lids, meeting her smouldering gaze. An amused thought in the back of his brain piped up about how this hadn't exactly been how he'd expected things to go when he'd originally agreed to check her paperwork; he was just about to tell it to shut up when she forced herself down onto him, every inch of his cock disappearing into her with one tight slide, and he threw his head back against the red silk with a strangled Danish curse. As they both recovered, he ran his hands down her milky skin, taking in the smooth texture of her body again, the contrast of her paleness against his darker skin, and rested them on her hips once more - only for his grip to clench there, hard enough to leave finger marks, as, with nothing more than a smirk for warning, she tightened her muscles around him. His next gasp turned into a throaty groan as she squeezed him relentlessly, and his breath caught more than once on its way in and out before she fell forward over him with a wonderful moan. When she began to move, he relinquished her hips to move his hands up her body, stuttering a little over her back as she pushed herself back onto him, and around to her breasts. They hung before him, heavy and firm, yet soft, and swung gently as she dragged herself up and down on his rigid cock; he spread one hand over each, took their weight, and rubbed both thumbs over them, his callused skin contrasting with her satiny nipples. As she sped up, he began to meet her thrusts, his hips rolling and rising urgently, the slap of skin and the slick sound of lubrication now accompanied by the slight creak of springs beneath them. |
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| ImpulseEC | 23 Feb 2012, 01:06 Post #34 |
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She forced back a positively evil smile as he swore, his back arching, pressing him into the bed as she took him all in with speed and force. Her chest pushed into his hands as he cupped her breasts and she shuddered pleasurably at the course slide of his fingers over her very erect nipples. She sat up, relinquishing her breasts from the grip of his hands, lest he decided to reach up and let them follow, her arms outstretched and her hands on his abdomen bracing her backward, her breasts bouncing in earnest as she used her thighs to press off of the bedsprings and slide relentlessly up and down the length of him as he bucked his hips obligingly into her pelvic rolls. The auburn curls draped elegantly over her shoulders bounced gently with her body as she leaned her head back and let her mouth fall open in a smile, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. She looked down with a sudden piercing glare, biting down hard on her bottom lip and with one thick second of hesitation upped her pace, pressing her weight into her hands on his abdomen to support her newly ferocious thrusting of herself down onto him. As her pace quickened even further she lifted her head again, letting it fall back, exposing her delicate neckline and increasing the bounce of her full and supple breasts on her chest, he felt so good sliding in and out of her, the sound of their desire echoing mutely in the spacious quarters along with her now elevated breathing and intermittent moaning as their hips met over and over again. Her back arched her chest forward as she increased the force of her slides, and she lifted one hand from his chest to run it down between her breasts, along her own stomach and slowly down between them, her index and middle finger pressing into and parting her lips over her clitoris, sliding them down to brush against his steadily penetrating dick, and then back up to her clit again, where she ran both fingers in tight controlled circles, the lubrication thick and wet between them as she did. After a few seconds of gasping luxuriously she lifter her fingers from between her lips and pulled them up the path they had taken down, gentle and shining intermittent trails left on her skin in their wake. As her fingers reached between her breasts she tilted her head forwards again, slowing her pace to a manageable rhythm, her heavily lidded eyes and a seductive smile fluttering to meet his gaze. Her eyes not leaving his, she turned her head to meet her hand, extended her tongue and licked her fingers very slowly, each digit pulling on her bottom lip as she reached their tips, then as she placed her hand back on his chest, ran her tongue gently over her bottom lip and then the top, biting the bottom one again and turning back to face him. |
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| Horsepoint | 24 Feb 2012, 03:27 Post #35 |
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Tarik did try to follow as she leant back a little, but with her hands insistently braced on his stomach as she slid up and down his dick, mercilessly bringing up the pace, he let himself be pressed back to the sheets, his hands falling to her thighs. And so he had a little time to enjoy the view, even as he felt Keid ready himself for another attempt. It had all the hallmarks of the last - Tarik was able to block it out far better, and he could sense Keid's fatigue on the edges of his mind even as the two Ritari united once more. But that wasn't to say that he was completely unaffected: his breath quickened again, skin flushing as waves of pleasure that were both his and not his rolled through his body, and he managed to brace his heels on the end of the bed to give himself proper leverage as he thrust up into Tiffany, harder and deeper, their skin meeting with a forceful slap every time. The texture inside her rubbed over his dick again and again as she gyrated, lubrication from their arousal and her climax making the fast pace a tactile cacophony of slick tightness. He was watching the bounce of her breasts and curls, admiring the ruddy sheen of her hair, when the motion of her hand caught his attention. He dutifully followed its trail with his eyes, but when her fingers continued all the way down and dipped into her lips, brushing against his cock for a heart-stopping moment before returning to play with her clitoris, he couldn't help another curse being wrenched from him, dick twitching hard within her. "Fuck," he repeated emphatically, watching her rub and press, her fingers slipping through the liquid smeared over her lips and drawing out her exquisite sounds of ecstasy. "You fucking... God," he muttered, his voice entirely a growl, and partly to himself in wonderment. "You fucking want it, don't y-" He broke off with a guttural groan as she licked her fingers clean, hips involuntarily bucking hard into the slower pace with another thick spill of precome. He ran one hand up her thigh and splayed it out over her pelvis; parting her shining lips again, he pressed his broad thumb onto her clitoris and mirrored her previous motion, stroking in small circles over it. He tore his eyes away from where he could see their bodies joining to meet her eyes once more. He knew he probably looked utterly wrecked with lust, lips swollen from kissing and imprinted from biting, eyes dark with arousal and breath coming in ungraceful pants, but he frankly didn't care. |
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| ImpulseEC | 4 Apr 2012, 15:27 Post #36 |
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Tiffany continued her relentless pace, not slowing or breaking in rhythm while she stared him down for a few seconds, her lip eventually falling from beneath her teeth as the rocketing sensations forcing upwards inside her turned to pins and needles throughout her abdomen. She had to open her mouth to retain her concentration without losing it, and as the tension in her jaw slackened she let her head tilt back again, her hair sliding smoothly back and falling over her shoulders to sway behind her. She shuffled her knees forward a few inches and parted them wider, slamming down onto him harder, and with what grace was left to muster, lifted herself off of him completely and fell forward, her arms either side of his head again, hovering above him on her knees infuriatingly. She was a sucker for seeing them squirm, and even though she had a feeling that this was a particularly bad time, and potentially violent individual to tease, a dangerous flame in her chest couldn't wait to see how he would react. Her grin turned positively malevolent as she hung motionless above him, gasping for breath as her insides shuddered, outraged at her ridiculous games, fighting her to return back down to him, causing a slight shaky dip in her hips, but she held fast. The pounding force still resounded through her like throbbing blood as she felt a hot, wet drop part company with her lips and fall down onto his abdomen. She stared at him intently, her blue eyes open and inviting, shining with lust and the physical fight that raged inside her. She wondered what he would do, take her forcefully? Swear at her for the sudden cease? Or maybe nothing at all, either way he had a few seconds to decide before she took matters into her own hands, as much as she was curious and aching for a forceful if not interesting reaction, her body was pleading for the swift deliverance of his warm and satisfying come. _________________________________________________________________________ Llamrei squealed with pain and enjoyment as the massive white stallion mounted her again, forcing himself, with less vigour but more determination into her raw and fatiguing form. Her breath rasped and caught as she was pushed up against the fence now, her hooves losing their footing and her ears pinned back flat against her head. She knew this was the last time, and with an effort she shoved herself from the fence backwards into him, awaiting his final climax as her haunches tightened and her back arched. |
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| Horsepoint | 17 Apr 2012, 02:12 Post #37 |
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(Sorry if I'm assuming anything! Stuff can be changed. I just...forgot to ask you on msn. o////o) He was close. Goddamnit, he was close. Tarik's heart thudded in his chest, his breath panted out of him in time with their thrusts, and just as a particularly deep slide had the burning heat begin its coil through his abdomen, she stopped. She actually stopped after displaying her lust so wantonly, drew herself off him and had the audacity to just kneel there, poised over him with her breasts beautiful slaves to gravity and her slick arousal dripping once down onto him as if it wasn't proof that she wanted it right now just as much as him. He stared at her for a moment, disbelief and indignance lending him a wolfish glare even as he found himself muzzily wondering what the fuck she wanted. The downwards abortive stutter of her pelvis told him that it wasn't to stop - and her eyes backed that up, told even another more mischievous story with her sharp grin for accompaniment. Teasing? Now? Where she got her willpower from he didn't know - though he wasn't the one who had already come. On the periphery of his mind, he felt Keid nearing the end of his last attempt, and he curled his lips in animalistic grin. It was time for her games to stop. He surged up from the bed with a growl, hands on her hips bringing her around and down to flip them and pin her roughly against the sheets, her skin pale against the red silk. On hands and knees himself now, he leant forwards to claim her lips with his without a shard of gentleness, all force and heat and passion as his aching dick brushing teasingly between her legs. But it was a half-hearted teasing - unlike her he wasn't going to pretend to want otherwise - and he relinquished the kiss as he parted her dripping lips with a finger and thrust back inside hard. He returned to the pace Tiffany had set herself, hips bucking forcefully in a breathless rhythm as the coiling heat gradually returned. ----- Keid's last release was, if not as powerful as the first, then certainly just as welcome. He groaned low and long, teeth clenched around a white-furred wither, as he spilled into Llamrei again. For a moment he caught his breath - he was always sure that battle was so much more strenuous, and yet this always managed to take it out of him so much more quickly - and then he had all four hooves on the ground, neck arched proudly in recognition of what they had no doubt created this day. The white mare was full with his seed, and was one of the few mares who matched him for quality. In an uncharacteristic motion that stunned the attendants into immobility, he reached out cursorily with his muzzle to hers, intending a brief touch to show his appreciation for her fine blood. ...Perhaps his head was a little lower than before, but that was neither here nor there. A snooze was a perfectly manly thing to desire. |
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