*He breaks the kiss, saying softly* I was passing by and saw you moving about and liked what I saw, so I got your attention and here I am

~*~PleasureMistress~*~ has started a new game with the following players:
~*~PleasureMistress~*~

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In

*then, sandwiched to the wall, shivers hard again*

SEXUALITY

Secretly
Encouraging
Xenially
Unusual
Assaults
Laid
Intently
Tenderly
Yesterday

Yesterday

*He's not hurting her, her head spinning, pressed to his chest, kissed, she begins to think maybe he's not there to hurt her...but ahe was still scared. *

*Pressing her against the wall, ignoring her attempts to distance herself from him as he presses against her*

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*he hands, the press to his chest, she tried to push back, but he's so much stronger..*

I have thought about this all week.
So many many good memories, more than the bad ones.
I have met so many here that have become more than just names on a screen.
So many that are no longer with us.

my first time ever posting into a gorean room was in @gor, a friend of mine from bwr and I sat giggling in the shadows watching in rapt fascination as a girl served UlyssesGreen and Shadizar.
Watching the slaves serve, and dance...oh that was what drew me in. And that you had to know things, you had to research things...it was a stark contrast to what I was used to playing.
I remember that night Shadizar took me into a room and taught me how to serve ~*laughs*~
he demonstrated and it was hillarious watching a man do the old 5 to 7 post serve with such description.

UG and I became friends, we talked often. Sometimes if he didn't see me for a while he would just call to check in on me and my kids.
Time spent in the tahari, with Draacon, Sharp Edge, Ro'dan and Ram. The formation of @jag

during that time is when Matt moved in with me, and I returned to jag to hide away from some unpleasantness in my life.
I remember watching Azakar and his brother Bossk fighting at the Reed Inn and I mailed Azakar and asked if I could play their sister.
And so Derfail was born...and I met La'ban. He was such an amazing man. Losing him was incredibly painful.
the war with the rest of gor for the return of Turia...and the ultimate death of the character La'ban, the madness of Derfail...
The beheading of Tobi by Arctic Wolf leading to a friendship with the wolves.
Wierd that the death of a character would be an opening to a friendship in the real world.
the stories told with Cuchulain in a couple of names.
the stories told, so many beautiful stories

One of the scenes I still laugh over was so many years ago, when I visited Tor as a wagon slave and one of Mallik's old characters was there with his slave.....and the slave made a disparaging remark about smelling dung as I passed, and I may have mentioned that she had fat ankles...which led to blowsing exchanged, until we were rolling around on the ground trying to pound each others skulls in, while our owners sat on the side lines taking bets. Until a very grouchy free woman came in and lost her noodles over slaves fighting and how dare men sit by and do nothing...it was the end of the fun.

And there was a time when I was a Free woman and I played her as being very corpulant, waddling in, grunting and groaning as I settled down onto my presumably tightlyl pressed knees...reaching under my veils to scritch at a blemish, cursing the veils and how sweaty I was. When out of the blue A Man came in, yarded me up by m'arm and shoved me agains the wall and told me that there were NO UGLY PEOPLE ON GOR. ~*laughs*~
I may have suggested he must not have read the books.

Free or slave I have loved the story telling. That moment when I am allowed to set a spark of my soul free and see what it becomes.

If I could play with anyone again, I would give anything to play with La'ban again.

OK......revving up here

Vittoria has started a new game with the following players:
Maestro, Vittoria

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Tied up - one to one ... Let's battle!

*His free arm circles around her waist, further drawing her to him as his kiss deepens*

*shaking in fear, tugged in and kissed. Silencing the verbal protests for a moment*

you win!

*Pulling her closer as she continues to fight him*
Nice to meet you mandy *His lips brushing over hers as he speaks*

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I'm..I'm mandy.. *still trying to back away, the silken strands of her hair keeping her close*.