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"I think I kind of understand it so I'm in and I'll be on best behaviour. "I imagine Meli in a booth in a bar at a Fab social, in a LBD, making mischievous conversation about everything from the gothic to the erotic, and making it all sound delightfully filthy even when it isn't. | |||
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"I think I kind of understand it so I'm in and I'll be on best behaviour.
I imagine Meli in a booth in a bar at a Fab social, in a LBD, making mischievous conversation about everything from the gothic to the erotic, and making it all sound delightfully filthy even when it isn't. "As the blood fills her lips, becoming full and red, her nipples growing and showing through her LBD, as her audience get dry throats and flushed cheeks drawn in ever more to Meli's spell? Mrs Rickshawed squeezing her thighs slightly together and apart as pre-orgasmic thrills shiver along her spine...  | |||
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"Me at my most me? I can only apologise "Oh. I've just worked out who Gooley Bumpuss is. 😂 | |||
"I think I kind of understand it so I'm in and I'll be on best behaviour.
I imagine Meli in a booth in a bar at a Fab social, in a LBD, making mischievous conversation about everything from the gothic to the erotic, and making it all sound delightfully filthy even when it isn't. "Oh that's so lovely! Thank you. 🧡 I'm going to wait for a few more to join in and then do a more complete take on things. Meli style. :D | |||
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"Me at my most me? I can only apologise
Oh. I've just worked out who Gooley Bumpuss is. 😂 "Well, I had to get around username consent somehow xx | |||
"So it's in a sexual way? Just to clarify before I go offending people. "It doesn't have to be. More how you imagine them at their most them, and how you'd like to interact with that image you have of them. | |||
"So it's in a sexual way? Just to clarify before I go offending people. "Yeah I wasn't quite sure about that. There are definitely SFW and NSFW answers to this question. | |||
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"So it's in a sexual way? Just to clarify before I go offending people.
Yeah I wasn't quite sure about that. There are definitely SFW and NSFW answers to this question. "I think, once people are brave (foolish? ) enough to be "in", then consent is given for you to run fairly wild (within Forum rules blah blah). | |||
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but it's a wet Sunday morning and have a lot to do but procrastinating so might as well. Oh dear | |||
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"For Queening would be laid in a gothic bedroom with a lady sat on his face. She is reading erotica while she enjoys his attentions. " Sorry, have we met? Only you seem to know me extremely well | |||
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"3 cats (Spartapuss, Ben Purr & Catticus Finch) are enjoying their smoked salmon breakfast. In strides a figure - resplendent in a burgundy silk robe. He sits at the French doors in a wicker chair, viewing his landscape. He parts his legs slightly, the following crescendo of wind causes his robe to flutter. The cats scatter. NickyClungeSpear smiles. Satisfied with life "Very good! | |||
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"If I’m decoding of insanity in correct, then my answer to what you implying is. I imagine you nick, as a strange sort of fellow, but the good strange, I imagine me and you could waste the hours anyway sipping alcohol beverages in the public house of choosing, having a gentle piss take at the clientele that should enter said establishment. You also strike me and the kind of chap that in his teen, ventured to the town centre with the lads, and on your way home, you’d get a McDonalds straw and tissue, then on the bus, you’d proceed to shoot little balls of tissue through the straw ( using the pea shooting method) at the bus drive. And nick I must tell you, I like that. The mr " Thank you Mr Knight. I imagine you a hero as a child. Defender of the weak, outraged at injustice, and a good sportsman with lots of friends. But they didn't "get you" too closely. As you aged you saw that defending the weak left you even more isolated in a world that focuses purely on the immediacy of its own despair, and you retreated into building a career, a life, with a hope that you'd find someone you could love and help, and they could draw from your strength and honour your honesty. You found her, and she found you. Your sense of injustice has never left, but you know other people are too fickle for you to give them too much of your hero. But the most you that you can be still yearns to battle injustice, if only others would appreciate the cost to you of making that gift. You're also a very accomplished pervert, which just makes you even more heroic and honest. | |||
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"Do we have to do rhyming names,? Fisty_leaks - she’d be in her element dancing in a field of daisies with here imaginary friendly fairies with a tied up naked victim in the centre of a mushroom ring…. The man will never be the same as she uses hime as an example to ‘Fisty’s’ god of Sex (Climaxilie) as she requires to watch a woman to seduce a male on the 1st Sunday of each month as he worships here boobs. " Lol. No real usernames of people who are in can be used. I just had to get creative to start it off. I think Nell wants to be Belle Chin, but other than that, real usernames for those who are in is perfect. | |||
"As always I appear to have approached this task in a very boring, literal fashion whereas everyone else is having a lot more fun with it. I shall have to try to be more inventive. " I was going to go all serious on Midnight… but saw others being ridiculous… so I changed mine too.  | |||
"I dread to think how people imagine me. But in nonetheless " I imagine Misty reading a gothic novel while a naked besotted lover massages her feet. | |||
"Do we have to do rhyming names,? Fisty_leaks - she’d be in her element dancing in a field of daisies with here imaginary friendly fairies with a tied up naked victim in the centre of a mushroom ring…. The man will never be the same as she uses hime as an example to ‘Fisty’s’ god of Sex (Climaxilie) as she requires to watch a woman to seduce a male on the 1st Sunday of each month as he worships here boobs. Lol. No real usernames of people who are in can be used. I just had to get creative to start it off. I think Nell wants to be Belle Chin, but other than that, real usernames for those who are in is perfect." Please. No more fisty leaks. That’s not a name I want associated with me 🤣🤣🤣 The rest is fairly me though 😘 | |||
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"Me at my most me? I can only apologise "I get the impression that Julie is the kind of person who would notice someone nervously hanging around the edges of a Fab social, gather them in, make them feel at ease while maybe not noticing that she's also made them feel...other things. | |||
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"So it's in a sexual way? Just to clarify before I go offending people. "I imagine Raven being approached by someone hot in real life but telling them that they don't actually fancy her, it's just that she's discovered a way to photoshop herself (while wondering if he has a pretty penis and would leave as soon as the act is done). | |||
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"3 cats (Spartapuss, Ben Purr & Catticus Finch) are enjoying their smoked salmon breakfast. In strides a figure - resplendent in a burgundy silk robe. He sits at the French doors in a wicker chair, viewing his landscape. He parts his legs slightly, the following crescendo of wind causes his robe to flutter. The cats scatter. NickyClungeSpear smiles. Satisfied with life "
Misty, that was touching...
....cloth ❤️.
Misty finished her long day at the library in Paris. Having spent the last 2 years restoring and critiquing Dumas' hand-written original draft of "Les Trois Mousquetaires" her reputation as THE scholar on his work was cemented. All those younger students throwing themselves at her was hard though - why can't they just do the work?
She got home, showered, took her time to get ready.
She, as ever, was quite stunningly beautiful.
It was only the second time they'd be meeting; the first finished abruptly as he had to fly to the Principality and hand the reigns of power back to the people, his lifelong ambition.
The moonlight danced off the lake's ripples. She saw him approaching, looked into his soulful, pained eyes, and burped involuntarily.
He smiled, and moved in to kiss her deeply.
She tripped over her heels, and face-planted his groin.
He lifted her with one arm, easily, and they kissed, Misty's breasts finding their home against his strong chest.
She was weak, vulnerable, and triumphant.
She cried at this happy moment of perfection, wanted it to last forever.
But knew that, like Dumas' original, everything had to decay, regardless of the love and care surrounding it.
She smiled, satisfied.
Burped again. | |||
"For-Queening - you'd be in a... well I won't say hipster but an independent pub. It's quirky, quiet, not that you'd notice because your attention is held by an attractive woman who you've exchanged many hours of smutty messages with. You're 100% certain she's flirting with you and you lean forward to kiss her, whilst thinking about how good she might taste. You know you want to taste her and when she suggests leaving to go back to yours, you feel your cock stirring in anticipation, your mind filled with thoughts of being between her thighs. " Ah. Thank-you for putting me in my happy place Meli. As I'm now more familiar with the tone of this thread, may I add to my previous scenario; As the evening draws on, and everyone relaxes, arms rest against those of the persons either side of you. You're laughing, the jokes getting smuttier, and then you find that the hot person next to you in the booth has met your eye and held the contact for that extra second, a hand has rested welcomely on a thigh, and playfully and joyfully your lips meet... | |||
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" For Queening - I imagine you to be in a lounge resembling a library, surrounded by books on erotica, your shirt unbuttoned as you loll on your sofa, day dreaming of a plump arse smothering your face. " I imagine you working on your garden, happily working up a sweat in a manner that does not require men. I imagine you reflecting on that fact as you pause to scroll through pictures of naked men on Fab, happy to enjoy the sight of their bodies but content not to feel the need to touch or be touched by them at the moment. | |||
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"3 cats (Spartapuss, Ben Purr & Catticus Finch) are enjoying their smoked salmon breakfast. In strides a figure - resplendent in a burgundy silk robe. He sits at the French doors in a wicker chair, viewing his landscape. He parts his legs slightly, the following crescendo of wind causes his robe to flutter. The cats scatter. NickyClungeSpear smiles. Satisfied with life
Misty, that was touching...
....cloth ❤️.
Misty finished her long day at the library in Paris. Having spent the last 2 years restoring and critiquing Dumas' hand-written original draft of "Les Trois Mousquetaires" her reputation as THE scholar on his work was cemented. All those younger students throwing themselves at her was hard though - why can't they just do the work?
She got home, showered, took her time to get ready.
She, as ever, was quite stunningly beautiful.
It was only the second time they'd be meeting; the first finished abruptly as he had to fly to the Principality and hand the reigns of power back to the people, his lifelong ambition.
The moonlight danced off the lake's ripples. She saw him approaching, looked into his soulful, pained eyes, and burped involuntarily.
He smiled, and moved in to kiss her deeply.
She tripped over her heels, and face-planted his groin.
He lifted her with one arm, easily, and they kissed, Misty's breasts finding their home against his strong chest.
She was weak, vulnerable, and triumphant.
She cried at this happy moment of perfection, wanted it to last forever.
But knew that, like Dumas' original, everything had to decay, regardless of the love and care surrounding it.
She smiled, satisfied.
Burped again. "I love you ❤️ | |||
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what have I just done phase….. Part of you knows you want it, it’s the buzz, it’s the thrill, the sheer fuck offness of it! There will be no shortage of spunk goblins and gash hunters to choose from.
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"Woody B I see you in jeans, shirt and a cool jacket. On stage with your guitar in a small intimate club. You strum it as a hot sexy lady comes in and sits down. You remove the jacket seductively as you play a song just for her. All super cool. " Thank you.
Good fun op. I’m out. | |||
"I'm intrigued.. In" I imagine Midnight at a social event, being generally lovely to everyone, oblivious to the admiring looks she is receiving. | |||
"I'm intrigued.. In I imagine Midnight at a social event, being generally lovely to everyone, oblivious to the admiring looks she is receiving. " This is 100% factually accurate | |||
"I’m in. I imagine Meli in a coffee shop, late afternoon and she’s wearing an oversized thick woollen jumper. I bring over the tray with a pumpkin spiced latte and a snack with extra cheese and she smiles as we talk about how hash browns should be available 24/7 "🧡🧡 This sounds perfect, thank you! | |||
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"In my mind there is a classically attractive woman called Belle Chin. I see her on a rare sunny day wearing a floaty summer dress and pumps, sitting at a quiet coffee table by the sea sipping a fruit cooler. She doesn’t realise it but that simple act of using a straw is sending the local wildlife crazy. She is re-reading a battered copy of The Satsuma Complex. Every so often a single man approaches but she casually jabs at them with a pointy stick. Eventually a handsome but disinterested man sits at a nearby table with the same book. She catches his eyes, blue like the Mediterranean Sea, and smiles coyly. He smiles back and they flirt silently. Then flashes her twat and says “Ey up duck, what dya thinka this then?”" You've been following me, haven't you? | |||
I am in. But I only like syrup in my ready brek.
Mrs TMN x | |||
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"In my mind there is a classically attractive woman called Belle Chin. I see her on a rare sunny day wearing a floaty summer dress and pumps, sitting at a quiet coffee table by the sea sipping a fruit cooler. She doesn’t realise it but that simple act of using a straw is sending the local wildlife crazy. She is re-reading a battered copy of The Satsuma Complex. Every so often a single man approaches but she casually jabs at them with a pointy stick. Eventually a handsome but disinterested man sits at a nearby table with the same book. She catches his eyes, blue like the Mediterranean Sea, and smiles coyly. He smiles back and they flirt silently. Then flashes her twat and says “Ey up duck, what dya thinka this then?” You've been following me, haven't you?" Not since the memo. | |||
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"I shall be in..... "I always imagine you surrounded by a vibrant, glitter-filled aura—bringing happiness like the cozy warmth of a hot chocolate on a chilly day, but with a little extra sparkle. ✨ | |||
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"Adam1971 - It's Spring (you definitely strike me as a Spring sort of man). You're in a cute country pub, half a bottle of merlot left. You're relaxed, content. Flirting with a cute woman with a combination of groan inducing jokes, gentle teasing and eye contact aplenty. You think about kissing her goodbye. She'll beat you to it and kiss you long before the bottle is finished. Meliodas - it's a dusky summer's evening. Your attention is torn between the D and D in front of you and remaining a good DM and that hot woman who you've found a shared nerdery with. You delight in witty mental masturbation, sharing and learning random dorky facts with each other long after the adventure is finished for the night." This is scarily accurate. | |||
"I imagine Raven enjoying a ginormous gangbang with loadsa fit blokes "I imagine Mrs KC running over toes and banging the ankles of people talking over her head at socials. 👩🦽 | |||
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"I imagine Raven enjoying a ginormous gangbang with loadsa fit blokes
I imagine Mrs KC running over toes and banging the ankles of people talking over her head at socials. 👩🦽"It's true | |||
"Felix I imagine him sat at his desk, planning his next history lesson to the year 9's whilst sipping on his black coffee. "  | |||
"I imagine Raven enjoying a ginormous gangbang with loadsa fit blokes
I imagine Mrs KC running over toes and banging the ankles of people talking over her head at socials. 👩🦽
It's true"I only ran you over once Willy | |||
"Meli I imagine you sat in a coffee shop wearing a cute beret, drinking a psl and eating a Halloween themed muffin whilst browsing the forums. You may smirk as you make comments about being "pure as snow" and you never having the sex. Knowing full well you'll be having an evening of utter filth and debauchery with one of your many good looking and intelligent partners. " This is just 🧡🧡🧡. Spookily predicting the coming months. TMI time - I like you, Raven. | |||
"I imagine Raven enjoying a ginormous gangbang with loadsa fit blokes
I imagine Mrs KC running over toes and banging the ankles of people talking over her head at socials. 👩🦽
It's true
I only ran over your Willy once "FIFY | |||
"3 cats (Spartapuss, Ben Purr & Catticus Finch).... .... .... She smiled, satisfied. Burped again. I love you ❤️" Mad not to Misty 😘.. FAB and fag break...so...La Luna... You exit your moonstone powered transdimensional space jalopy, usher a cheeky Deva back through...."it's not safe for you here...go on...back to your loved ones"....adjust your reality goggles and take a deep, resigned sigh. Life with the Devas, elves, faeries and pixies is so much more rewarding...but you know, reluctantly, this is your place for now. You take a walk, at night, through the local forest, as badgers, owls, foxes and snakes recognise you as a guardian. You're just making sure the balance isn't too upset. Everything has to feed, but the balance must be kept, and it's felt wrong for a while now. You're reminded that you still need your own balance. It's been a while since you sucked a good cock, and you miss it enough, and a couple of people the cocks are attached to are enjoyable enough company, for humans. All is right with the forest. Or as right as it can be. You go home and contact a friend. It's a good night with them. As good as Earth can get. But it's still only Earth, damn it. And it's never quite enough. | |||
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"Stickylungefear - he’s been dancing with abandon all night, he’s flushed and sweaty and brimming with life. Fasterwellynopass - he’s striding along the footpath, resplendent in a frock coat and silver topped cane, tipping his hat to the blushing maidens he passes. Belle Chin - she’s sat on the opposite side of the scrabble board, frowning with concentration, wearing absolutely nothing whilst a log fire crackles in the grate." Awwwww 🥰🥰🥰. Squidgy, squelchy, Ready Brek and syrup splodgy spanky twisty party at yours? 🫦🫦🫦 | |||
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"3 cats (Spartapuss, Ben Purr & Catticus Finch).... .... .... She smiled, satisfied. Burped again. I love you ❤️ Mad not to Misty 😘.. FAB and fag break...so...La Luna... You exit your moonstone powered transdimensional space jalopy, usher a cheeky Deva back through...."it's not safe for you here...go on...back to your loved ones"....adjust your reality goggles and take a deep, resigned sigh. Life with the Devas, elves, faeries and pixies is so much more rewarding...but you know, reluctantly, this is your place for now. You take a walk, at night, through the local forest, as badgers, owls, foxes and snakes recognise you as a guardian. You're just making sure the balance isn't too upset. Everything has to feed, but the balance must be kept, and it's felt wrong for a while now. You're reminded that you still need your own balance. It's been a while since you sucked a good cock, and you miss it enough, and a couple of people the cocks are attached to are enjoyable enough company, for humans. All is right with the forest. Or as right as it can be. You go home and contact a friend. It's a good night with them. As good as Earth can get. But it's still only Earth, damn it. And it's never quite enough." Ah Nicky Nicky Nicky….this resonates with my soul in the most delicious way! I feel completely seen and aligned with the universe. Thank you for the cosmic vibes baby!🫶🪐🛸👽🌛🌙🌜🌝 ✌️☮️ | |||
"Nicky - I imagine you sat at a desk, surrounded by a haze of cigarette smoke as you type away. Occasionally stopping to take a looooooong thoughtful drag on your cigarette, then automatically running your hand through your hair before putting the final flourish to a forum post. For Queening - I imagine you to be in a lounge resembling a library, surrounded by books on erotica, your shirt unbuttoned as you loll on your sofa, day dreaming of a plump arse smothering your face. Mr Knight - I imagine you gazing at your screen with a “WTAF” look on your face 99.5% of the time before taking a sip of your coffee, rubbing your hands together in anticipation of writing a “WTAF” kind of response, only for Mrs Knight to spot the hand rubbing (which is your tell) and to remind you that you need to keep the dry wit to a reasoned level so as not to get a ban. " Haha close, but he checks with me I get the "will I get a ban for this" proceeds to tell me his comment which most certainly will get a ban and rewords it accordingly 😂 Mrs | |||
"Adam1971 - It's Spring (you definitely strike me as a Spring sort of man). You're in a cute country pub, half a bottle of merlot left. You're relaxed, content. Flirting with a cute woman with a combination of groan inducing jokes, gentle teasing and eye contact aplenty. You think about kissing her goodbye. She'll beat you to it and kiss you long before the bottle is finished. " Thank you! That seems like an idyllic evening. | |||
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"3 cats (Spartapuss, Ben Purr & Catticus Finch).... .... .... She smiled, satisfied. Burped again. I love you ❤️ Mad not to Misty 😘.. FAB and fag break...so...La Luna... You exit your moonstone powered transdimensional space jalopy, usher a cheeky Deva back through...."it's not safe for you here...go on...back to your loved ones"....adjust your reality goggles and take a deep, resigned sigh. Life with the Devas, elves, faeries and pixies is so much more rewarding...but you know, reluctantly, this is your place for now. You take a walk, at night, through the local forest, as badgers, owls, foxes and snakes recognise you as a guardian. You're just making sure the balance isn't too upset. Everything has to feed, but the balance must be kept, and it's felt wrong for a while now. You're reminded that you still need your own balance. It's been a while since you sucked a good cock, and you miss it enough, and a couple of people the cocks are attached to are enjoyable enough company, for humans. All is right with the forest. Or as right as it can be. You go home and contact a friend. It's a good night with them. As good as Earth can get. But it's still only Earth, damn it. And it's never quite enough. Ah Nicky Nicky Nicky….this resonates with my soul in the most delicious way! I feel completely seen and aligned with the universe. Thank you for the cosmic vibes baby!🫶🪐🛸👽🌛🌙🌜🌝 ✌️☮️" My pleasure Luna 😘 xx | |||
