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meomeo
good girl, fit for duty
- Joined
- May 13, 2010
A writing prompt for the literate male role-players out there for para-and-up realistic scenes.
A fantasy setting for a change. Be warned though: if you are looking to play a blonde-haired heroic Disney hero, the BACK button is up there. But if you are wicked and lecherous with a inclination for humiliating unworldly young mages, please indulge me...
"Mmmmm.... mah hero, oooh yeah! Uh... uh..."
Clarie sinks deeper into her sleeping bag, but that barmaid's shrill moans and incoherent words travel a mile. Them, the sounds of flesh against flesh, and his grunts. Even the crickets have gone silent, probably as stunned by the scene at the forest clearing as she is.
"Immah your biggest fan. Yeah... squeeze my teats... "
They are doing it right next to the dying campfire, so their silhouettes, pulled long, are plastered onto the mossy ground. Making Clarie an audience even though her back is turned. The tavern girl is sitting on top of him, back arched, joined at the hips. Clarie can even smell them now...
As part of the graduating class of the Royal Mage's Academy, it is mandatory for Clarie to go on a one-year exodus to hone her craft in the real world. The best receive the King's commission to serve in his Court or his armies. Others gets picked by the great guilds, to embark on daunting quests and plunder exotic ruins. Clarie, by a combination of boys, gossiping, and an immoderation of alcohol, found herself with neither. (Not that she is not a gifted young Healer.) She finally found her mentor in a lone wanderer of great repute. Through an interview which, curiously, took all of 30 seconds.
She nevertheless thought this a great opportunity. Not coddled and protected like in Court or a guild party. But thrust into the front lines right from the get-go. Real training.
Well, on her first night she is 20 feet away from her mentor 'mentoring' a tavern wench. Apart from fucking, all she learned today was walking, setting up camp, and picking up busty barmaids at a village tavern.
Clarie sighed softly. They must've heard, because the barmaid heaved, in her annoying rural accent, "Are ya sure ya companion don't mind this?"
You may want to read the following too...
N.B. 1: Play on this site? Yes. E-mails? Do-able. IMs? I'm on those once every (clears throat) blue moon.
N.B. 2: It has occurred to me that I should specify what I mean by 'literate'. To me, frankly, it goes beyond stuff like spelling and punctuation. I would very much like posts that have some semblance of style and flow. I lose interest quick when all your character does is sigh/frown/smile, when you use the same adjective four times in a single paragraph, or when you say you can multi-para but a few posts into the role-play you are coming up with one-para responses. I'm no decent writer by any stretch of the imagination, but reading sixth grade level writing is a major turn off. It also makes me wonder if I'm actually roleplaying with a 12 year-old. Which is mega creepy.
N.B. 3: I hope I didn't come off as intimidating in NB 2. I blame it on all my past partners who've spoiled this lucky gal rotten~
N.B. 4: Yes, I am open to other scenes too. But some creative plot is a must. In other words, I'm probably not replying to premises like sister walking in on porn-watching brother...
A fantasy setting for a change. Be warned though: if you are looking to play a blonde-haired heroic Disney hero, the BACK button is up there. But if you are wicked and lecherous with a inclination for humiliating unworldly young mages, please indulge me...
***********************
"Mmmmm.... mah hero, oooh yeah! Uh... uh..."
Clarie sinks deeper into her sleeping bag, but that barmaid's shrill moans and incoherent words travel a mile. Them, the sounds of flesh against flesh, and his grunts. Even the crickets have gone silent, probably as stunned by the scene at the forest clearing as she is.
"Immah your biggest fan. Yeah... squeeze my teats... "
They are doing it right next to the dying campfire, so their silhouettes, pulled long, are plastered onto the mossy ground. Making Clarie an audience even though her back is turned. The tavern girl is sitting on top of him, back arched, joined at the hips. Clarie can even smell them now...
As part of the graduating class of the Royal Mage's Academy, it is mandatory for Clarie to go on a one-year exodus to hone her craft in the real world. The best receive the King's commission to serve in his Court or his armies. Others gets picked by the great guilds, to embark on daunting quests and plunder exotic ruins. Clarie, by a combination of boys, gossiping, and an immoderation of alcohol, found herself with neither. (Not that she is not a gifted young Healer.) She finally found her mentor in a lone wanderer of great repute. Through an interview which, curiously, took all of 30 seconds.
She nevertheless thought this a great opportunity. Not coddled and protected like in Court or a guild party. But thrust into the front lines right from the get-go. Real training.
Well, on her first night she is 20 feet away from her mentor 'mentoring' a tavern wench. Apart from fucking, all she learned today was walking, setting up camp, and picking up busty barmaids at a village tavern.
Clarie sighed softly. They must've heard, because the barmaid heaved, in her annoying rural accent, "Are ya sure ya companion don't mind this?"
***********************
You may want to read the following too...
N.B. 1: Play on this site? Yes. E-mails? Do-able. IMs? I'm on those once every (clears throat) blue moon.
N.B. 2: It has occurred to me that I should specify what I mean by 'literate'. To me, frankly, it goes beyond stuff like spelling and punctuation. I would very much like posts that have some semblance of style and flow. I lose interest quick when all your character does is sigh/frown/smile, when you use the same adjective four times in a single paragraph, or when you say you can multi-para but a few posts into the role-play you are coming up with one-para responses. I'm no decent writer by any stretch of the imagination, but reading sixth grade level writing is a major turn off. It also makes me wonder if I'm actually roleplaying with a 12 year-old. Which is mega creepy.
N.B. 3: I hope I didn't come off as intimidating in NB 2. I blame it on all my past partners who've spoiled this lucky gal rotten~
N.B. 4: Yes, I am open to other scenes too. But some creative plot is a must. In other words, I'm probably not replying to premises like sister walking in on porn-watching brother...
