The Outlook

[Noon_Shadow]

*As soon as the words pass my lips, I wish I could have them back. Not because I don't want his cock plunging into me, but because I realize I'm being selfish. Maybe I should offer him pleasure too, before we.........

But the way he makes me feel...it's intoxicating! It makes it hard for me to think of anything but craving more of the pleasure he gives. His magic fingers work their spell on me, brushing my clit with his thumb as he thrusts to fill me at the same time.

Yes, I know. You bring it out of me, Noon! I swear you do!

*Then I feel his fingers pull out of me, leaving me aching for him. He leans up and my hands reach out to caress his chest, fingers finding his nipples and giving back some of the treatment he lavished on mine. It's a silent plea, matching the one in my eyes; a plea for more. He doesn't leave me empty for long, and I feel his hard heat slip into me, stretching me and filling me full, deeper than fingers ever could. A low groan as his weight presses me down onto the table, the force of his thrusts making my breath come out in little huffs, guttural, like a rutting animal.

In between panting grunts, I manage to get out, "Let me taste you, Noon! let me taste myself on your cock!"

He ears her grunting, and he's aware she's saying something, but it is difficult for him to focus on anything beyond the feel of her sweet pussy wrapping around his cock. He's crying out himself, taking his pleasure on her, having needed this so very badly. He lifts her legs up and hooks her knees up over his shoulders, spreading her wide as he holds her and pounds into her. his cock is throbbing inside of her, swelling up hungrily as he fills her with it.

Her hands are still on his chest, moving against his skin, caressing him. He feels himself so hot, it's not just the hot air outside as night begins to fall, it's the heat building in his belly. He's losing himself in the moment. His hands fall down, gripping her breasts, using them like handle bars as he continues thrusting into her, hearing the repeating sounds of his flash crashing into her beneath the sounds of their shared cries.

Finally his eyes focus on hers, and he's becoming aware that she's asking him for something. His mind has to wake up slightly from it lust-driven haze to realize that she wants his cock in her mouth. he can barely stand to stop pumping her pussy, which is gripping his cock as if clinging to a life preserver. He knows he's about to cum inside of her pussy, so he decides quickly, and finally slips his aching cock free. He's very quickly standing by her head, cupping it as he practically slaps his cock against her lips. "Such a naughty little elf."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*At first I think he didn't hear me. He keeps thrusting into me, his big cock punishing my pussy mercilessly. Then I wonder if he just doesn't want to stop. I don't want him to either! I don't know what I want anymore, he's driving me crazy with his thick shaft.

He lifts my legs higher, opening my depths to him even more. My God, he is going so deep in me now! I'm not sure I can take much more of this! Already I can feel the twitching inside, I know he is getting close, but so am I. The slaps of our bodies coming together echo around the room. In the dim recesses of my mind, I realize that the staff and maybe other visitors must be able to see what is happening, but I can't stop now.

Just when I think he is going to cum inside me, he manages to pull out. I groan, at first disappointed, thinking he''s going to shoot all over my belly tonight. He seems intent on making a mess of me after all. But in the next moment he's standing near my face, next to the table, and I realize he has heard me at last.

Eagerly, I scoot over to the edge of the table, making it easier for both of us. I gobble his cock head into my hot waiting mouth eagerly, ravenously. In this position, he can move freely to fuck my mouth. I only hope he doesn't get to excited and choke me. To try to keep him satisfied, I take him in as far as I can. It's a difficult angle, and I can't swallow him completely, but I manage to take a respectable amount within my mouth and throat.

I know he is close. I'm ready for him to cum in my mouth, but I try to prolong things by pressing the underside of his cock with my tongue, pushing the head of his shaft to the roof of my mouth, hoping it will delay his climax. I moan around his shaft, sending the vibrations from my voice buzzing through his hot hard flesh!

Mmmmm!!

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon was going wild. Her mouth, her tongue were very skilled, she was bobbing her head, and he was in a position where he could just rock his hips into her mouth. He'd been so close to cumming, and now she lapping up her own juices off of him so greedily that he was crying out with pleasure. He wasn't going to last long.

His hands were on her. He was trying to use his fingers and thumbs to push her over the edge, wanting her to cum for him as well, but he was at a terrible angle for it. Still, he did manage to keep his fingers thrusting into her as he brushed her clit with his thumb-at least he thought it was her clit, his mind was too hazy to make head or tails of things-and his fingertips were pinching and tugging on her nipples.

His cockhead was throbbing so hard-oh, god...she was such a delicious fuck, and he was so ready to cum, and her tongue, oh yes...And then she moaned, and it started vibrating along his whole shaft. He lost track of everthing he was doing, thrusted into her face, feeling the back of her throat opening and vibrating against his cock, and he exploded into her. He was pumping so much, so hard, his seed spilling out, and he was lost in the station.

"Oh Fuck yes YES! GODS YESSS!"

 

[Annisthyrienne]

* I can feel his fingers filling me again, his thumb working my tortured little clit relentlessly. His hard hot slick cock sliding between my lips, over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat has me in sensory overload. I feel the tell tale twitches of his cock shaft jumping in my mouth and I know he's cumming!

The first hot splash of his cum hits the back of my mouth, as luck would have it, just as I am swallowing some of my excessive saliva. And so the first jet goes down my gullet almost before I realize it. But several more follow, pulled from the root of him by my suction. I try to take it all, but its a lot! He must have been saving up for me! Inevitably some of his semen leaks back out of my mouth, but to my credit, I manage to keep his cock head between my lips throughout most of his entire orgasm.

The combination of his fingers inside my pussy and the excitement of his cum squirting into my mouth are too much for me to stand anymore. My heels are perched on the edge of the table and my thighs are up and splayed open to give his hand room to get at me at first. But when it all becomes too much, my legs clamp together, trying to trap his hand in my cunt, spasms clenching around his fingers like a velvety wet vise, clasping at him again and again rhythmically.

Another moan is forced from me by my own climax, a dangerous proposal when thick ropes of salty cum are being shot down my throat. But I manage not to choke. The last of his spurts fall across my cheek when at last I can keep him in no longer. I have to gasp a breath and the last shot hits me in the face, making me flinch slightly.

When I catch my breath, still panting heavily, I can't help but grin up at him, his eyes all wild, his hair mussed, all lusty and sexy! I can't help it, I whisper in a throaty husky moan,

Noon, you're a damn sex god! You made me feel so good, you sexy beast!

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The darkness of the night a lone figure walks along the water's edge. The hem of her long dark turquoise skirt barely skimmed the wet sands. A shawl was wrapped around her shoulders to ward off the night chill as she walked. Her bare feet left prints in the sand, prints that the waves would carry out to sea in the next moment, leaving it as pristine as if she hadn't trod there at all.

She paused in her solitary walk to gaze up at the black velvet skies, admiring the stars as they twinkled, reminding her of diamonds set on backdrop to display their beauty to the finest. The fine breeze that blew off the water caused her skirt to brush against her legs. She tugged the delicate shawl around her shoulders tighter.....

"Star bright.... star light.... of all the stars I see tonight.... wish I may... wish I might... bring me the wish, I wish tonight...."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

* I can feel his fingers filling me again, his thumb working my tortured little clit relentlessly. His hard hot slick cock sliding between my lips, over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat has me in sensory overload. I feel the tell tale twitches of his cock shaft jumping in my mouth and I know he's cumming!

The first hot splash of his cum hits the back of my mouth, as luck would have it, just as I am swallowing some of my excessive saliva. And so the first jet goes down my gullet almost before I realize it. But several more follow, pulled from the root of him by my suction. I try to take it all, but its a lot! He must have been saving up for me! Inevitably some of his semen leaks back out of my mouth, but to my credit, I manage to keep his cock head between my lips throughout most of his entire orgasm.

The combination of his fingers inside my pussy and the excitement of his cum squirting into my mouth are too much for me to stand anymore. My heels are perched on the edge of the table and my thighs are up and splayed open to give his hand room to get at me at first. But when it all becomes too much, my legs clamp together, trying to trap his hand in my cunt, spasms clenching around his fingers like a velvety wet vise, clasping at him again and again rhythmically.

Another moan is forced from me by my own climax, a dangerous proposal when thick ropes of salty cum are being shot down my throat. But I manage not to choke. The last of his spurts fall across my cheek when at last I can keep him in no longer. I have to gasp a breath and the last shot hits me in the face, making me flinch slightly.

When I catch my breath, still panting heavily, I can't help but grin up at him, his eyes all wild, his hair mussed, all lusty and sexy! I can't help it, I whisper in a throaty husky moan,

Noon, you're a damn sex god! You made me feel so good, you sexy beast!

*Memories of the night before drift slowly across my mind like fluffy clouds across a blue sky. Noon always shows a girl a hell of a time! He just needs to work on his exit.

My steps, lost in the reverie of my thoughts, take me along the sandy shore to the water's edge. The soothing coolness of the waves lapping at my bare feet bring me out of my day dream state. A slight alteration of my course has me wading out into the deeper water, so freely am I able to indulge my whims without the restrictions of clothing to hamper me.

Soon I am frolicking and diving in the surf, as free as a water nymph, reveling in the sensual pleasure of simply being wet.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Another day has come and gone, and the moon is rising in the sky, filling the Outlook with its serene light. His steps are soft on the sands, now starting to cool from the lack of sun, and he finds his way to his favorite meditation spot, climbing to it with ease. Tonight he is not only meditating, however. He remains standing, taking a stance familiar to anyone with basic martial arts knowledge. He goes through a simple kata before actually seating himself and posture of relaxation and focus. His eyes are closed but his ears are open to the sounds of the ocean and any other noises that may drift to him on the wind.*

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He's been meditating for what has to have been an entire day. He opens his eyes and stands up to stretch, tired muscles straining as he walks back across the precarious rocks to the beach and up to the Outlook proper. A seat beckons to him, and the shy waitress comes to take his drink order. A tall glass of pineapple juice with a strawberry or two is all he requests before leaning back in the chair to watch the moon and relax a bit. His hands link behind his head and he lets out a small sigh of contentment.*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She wore a simple long dress, the material of which floated around her legs. Because the night air off the ocean was cool, she wore a light lacy shawl with fringes around her shoulders. Her arms were comfortably folded over her chest, the ends of the shawl tucked between. Her hair was unbound, a silky screen that rested lightly on her shoulders. She wore small gemstone studs in the top two holes in her ears and silver loops in her earlobes and smelled like vanilla.

Walking along the shoreline, with her feet bare, the hem of her dress growing damp from where the waves had washed ashore, she strolled along, enjoying the darkness of night that engulfed her, the soft sound of the waves as they gently rolled in. The stars, in the black velvet night, gleamed or twinkled, some more than others. They were like heaven’s diamonds on a jeweler’s backdrop. The moon cast her rays upon the still waters further out, giving the surface of the sea an almost iridescent glow.

It is truly a magnificent scene. If she closed her eyes, she could easily see two lovers dancing in the moonlight upon the soft sands. Fanciful is her imagination this late at night. Some emotion fills her then. A gentle longing for days long past where men knew what chivalry was. Oh, not courtly chivalry, something much older than that. She smiled. Fanciful. Gazing down, she dug a toe in the sand, enjoying the coolness that lay below the surface of it. This chalice wasn’t destined for romantic notions… of men who appeared out of the darkness, extended a hand and silently invited this lady to dance. Sometimes, that vision changed. He held a rose between his teeth as he extended his hand toward her…. Fanciful, silly, romantic dreams. She supposed every woman had them, in some form or another. She had put hers away a long time ago, though they seemed to surface from time to time, like tonight.

The world slept or grew quiet and would soon sleep. This was the time she took to relax, to let her guard down. A Warrior and a Chalice. She smiled again. Who would have thought it? The notion was complex and not. The footsteps she left behind in the wet sand, barely registered. She had been taught well. Pausing a moment to tip her head back and look at the sky, admiring all she saw. She belonged up there, among the stars. One day. Time passed far more rapidly than one gives credence to. Her moment of pondering was over. Drawing the shawl closer around her shoulders, she continued her solitary walk.

 

[Dracona]

*The soft sighing of waves on sand lures me toward a lovely stretch of beach. I bend to take off my shoes and roll my jeans as far up my shins as they will go, knowing that they will inevitably get wet anyway.

Letting my shoes dangle from one hand I stroll across damp sand, the incoming tide tickling my feet as it swirls around them. It is peaceful here and yet the quiet power of the ocean stirs me, entices me, calls to my blood.

The water swirls, around my ankles now, pulling gently as the wave rushes back out. The coolness sends goosebumps racing up and over my skin.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Slipping into the Outlook, seeking a little sanity and relaxation, I stop by the bar to pick up a cool drink. It reminds me of a time spent here with a certain absinthe loving fae cousin, sometimes my lover, who used to work here as part of the staff sometimes. I miss her.

Taking my drink to a nearby table on the patio, overlooking the moonlit ocean waves and the soft contours of the beach below, I find rest for my weary mind. The contours and shapes of nature are aesthetically pleasing, far more so than those of man-made structures. People try to force a shape, unnaturally. There is nothing like so graceful a curve of a woman's calf muscle, just behind and below the knee, stretching gracefully down to the ankle. I sigh wistfully as I think about the ladies of Lit, whose gracefully curving calves I'd love to study more in depth. I seem to be in a particularly lezzie mood tonight.

Idly, I wonder if that is even possible. Can you be in a mood like that? Is it something that comes and goes? Probably not for a true lesbian, I suppose. I'm not sure what that makes me. Just a woman who likes other women sometimes...well, okay, pretty much anytime. But I like men too, and I couldn't stand to give them up for long. Sometimes I get an itch only the right equipment can scratch.

My musings hold my attention for a while, until lightening strikes me with an inspiration! I go back to the bar to get some paper and something to write with, and begin feverishly working on my idea.

 

[Avellan13]

I walk into the Outlook and grab a drink at the bar. I see Thyri and sit down at te bar next to her.

Hello Thyri. What are you doing?

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Glancing up I see Avellan settle into a chair at my table. I offer a mischievous smile, my eyes twinkling in answer to his question as I finish my project. Rising suddenly from my seat, I stride purposefully over to the entrance door, posting my notice there for all to see.

Come to the Outlook's Coed Pajama Party/Sleepover
Friday night, beginning at 7pm.​

Wear your favorite pajamas, nighty, lingerie, undies, or just plain come as you are, for those who sleep in the buff (like me!)

Activities: Karaoke, (for all you sexy voiced people who've favored us with your voice clips in the 'Let's Hear It' thread) For those of us who express ourselves in other ways, a brass pole will be available for dancing. Tickle fights, pillow fights, Spin the bottle, and a good old fashioned story swap. (Exchange story ideas, discuss plots with others, find writing partners!)

Newcomers specifically welcome! Here is your chance to meet and get to know people in a casual, comfortable, (and possibly intimate) setting. If you are new to Lit or to the role play forums, come and join us!

Refreshments and snacks included. Smores, hot chocolate, popcorn, or more adult pleasures for those so inclined.


What do you think, Avel?

 

[Avellan13]

I look at the notice, then begin to laugh uncontrollibly

Oh God that's good. That's funny.

I catch my breath and look over at her.

It's not bad. Good idea but..

I begin to laugh again.

Whenever men get together for a sleepover. It's not like a women's sleepover. For example, during pillow fight, we men do this..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gmfQkOGuy0&feature=related

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She wore a shorter dress tonight, sleeveless. The hem of her dress floated around her thighs as she walked. Her shawl hung over one arm. It was a warm night tonight.

It had been a hectic day, filed with all sorts of business and her writing. She had met new people even, that was always good. And there was Glad. She hadn’t seen that one coming. He had been a gentleman. She knew what his heart wished for and she couldn’t give it to him. Didn’t know if she ever could. They say you can’t go back and they’re right. You can’t. Things change. People change. This wasn’t going to be easy for either of them. She wasn’t going to hide. She wasn’t going to deny herself or her nature. She was a warrior, a lioness and a chalice. Surely the Cosmos wouldn’t give her more than she could handle.

She paused as was her wont and stared out over the ocean, toward the darkened horizon. What would the new day herald in? She didn’t know, but she looked forward to finding out. Sunrises brought promise. Sunsets brought peace. She craved them both, believed in them both. The Lady Wolf knew her. Not surprising.

There were things, people, she missed but there was little for it. She couldn’t change it. She could only walk through every day, minute by minute, and live each to the best of her ability, find enjoyment in it and she did. She didn't think about what could be's or what had been's, nor did she lament over them. She pushed on. She resumed her walk, throwing the shawl over her shoulders and pulling the ends tight against her chest as she walked.

Her path was clear. It always had been. Sometimes…..

She just wished it wasn’t so damn lonely.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Changing into something softer, her hand stayed its movement across the hangers. She chose something soft and flowing. That’s how she felt tonight. Plucking her shawl from the foot of the bed, she let herself out of the glass doors from her bedroom. Her bare feet ran lightly over the slightly damp grass as they made their way across the gardens and followed the trail through the woods to the shores upon which the Outlook, overlooked. She stood on a cliff and enjoyed this wide range view for a moment before she went running down to the shore, her hair blowing away from her face as she did so. She reached the bottom of cliff and still ran toward the shoreline, turning circles and laughing softly, her arms spread wide Only when she got to the shoreline did she turned back into a more serene woman.

She paused to curtsey to the full moon that was riding high in the night sky, casting its pearly glow over everything it surveyed. A soft trill of velvet laughter and she was dancing along the shoreline, alone. She wasn’t wishing for a dancing partner or for anyone she missed. She was dancing because she was happy and her soul felt light.

The morning would bring a new day, filled with possibilities, laughter and smiles.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He awoke in a seated position; somehow he had managed to fall asleep meditating. That had never happened before. Usually he made it back to the comfort of his bed. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs of sleep from his brain, he stood, stretching and pulling at sore muscles that had settled too long in one position. His walk back to the Outlook proper was marked with a few stops to stretch even more, his neck and back especially.

Upon arriving, he noticed the large sign, clearly in elven handwriting. He noted the time of the event, rueful that he had work until much later. He decided he'd make an appearance, even if most of the others had gone to bed by that time. His mind drifted to the wonderful things the ladies around here liked wearing to bed; or not wearing as the case sometimes was....

A smile crossed his face as he went back to his room to get a few things for the day he had ahead of him*

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips in and into a chair, thinking of the new page of Rascals* Mmm, Jaz looks hot in that outfit.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He had heard of a party that was to be held at the Outlook. It was early for that yet, but he had the urge for a swim. He showed up at the beach with a towel, wearing his swim shorts. He had taken a room at the Outlook, temporarily, so that he had a place to store some clean clothes and to thoroughly shower, as well as to recover for a bit if he needed it. He peeled off his shorts and strode to the each of the water, letting it lap around his ankles.

It was cool, but not cold. It had been too hot for too long to be truly cold. With a juvenile grin portraying a simple pleasure, he charged out into the surf, letting the waves crash against his chest, until he dove forward into the water and let worked his muscles against the currents. He pushed out until he was beyond the sandbar, and where the waves were a bit more calm but the water was much deeper. He let himself float there for a moments, in the salty water surrounding him.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Arriving at the Outlook with moments to spare, I'm delighted to see that the staff has decorated the place as I hoped they would. In addition to comfy lounge recliners, there are plenty of sleeping bags and blankets to cuddle under for those who wish to do so. I notice that the bar is fully stocked as usual, but with the addition of hot chocolate, makings for smores, popcorn, and other assorted snacks.

Off towards the stage area, the brass dance pole is set up to one side, and a microphone and karaoke machine is set up on the other side of the raised platform. It's perfect! There is a portable outdoor fire pit placed out on the patio, ready for roasting marshmallows and hot dogs, and for just good conversation around a fire.

Everything seems perfect, and I wait the first guests arrival eagerly. As I am playing hostess tonight, I depart from my Mistress' normal preference for my attire and wear a pink sexy night gown, slit up to the waist over each thigh, enough to be alluring, but not totally nude to scare away the newbies by the raving bisexual.

All is ready. I am ready. I settle in a lounge near the entrance, waiting for the guests to arrive.

 

[dragonrazor]

*sips powerade* It looks like I'm going to Maine in late August.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

There was the sound of her heels on the floor as she walked in and heard Raven's words.

"Oh dear. Couldn't get out of it, hm?"

She untied and removed her coat, handing it to one of the passing waiters to dispose of. She had finally chosen to wear lingerie instead of pajamas. To complete her outfit for the night, there were emerald studs in her ears and a delicate gold chain draped around her neck. A small emerald at the end of it, rested between the swell of her breasts.

She stopped a waiter and placed an order for a drink. Glancing around.

"I see Milady Thyri brought back the pole for dancing on tonight."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

It was almost time. He'd lost track, spent too much time in the water. Noon quickly swam out, heading back to shore. He paused to dry himself off, wiping at his chest and shoulders, and then walked just a little bit to help dry his legs off in the sun. And then he took the stairs up to the Outlooking, pausing to grin admiringly over at Thryi.

"Hey there." He winked at her.

Then he continued on into the Outlook proper, heading inside to the room he'd stored his clothes in earlier, hopping in for a quick shower to wash off the salt from the sea. He might be a tad late at the party, but at least he'd RSVP'd so that people knew he would be there. He sighed as the warm water ran off of his chest.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*sips powerade* It looks like I'm going to Maine in late August.

It should be cooler there. And welcome to the party. Did you remember your PJs? Can I get you anything: snacks, drinks, karaoke selection for you to try?

 

[Annisthyrienne]

There was the sound of her heels on the floor as she walked in and heard Raven's words.

"Oh dear. Couldn't get out of it, hm?"

She untied and removed her coat, handing it to one of the passing waiters to dispose of. She had finally chosen to wear lingerie instead of pajamas. To complete her outfit for the night, there were emerald studs in her ears and a delicate gold chain draped around her neck. A small emerald at the end of it, rested between the swell of her breasts.

She stopped a waiter and placed an order for a drink. Glancing around.

"I see Milady Thyri brought back the pole for dancing on tonight."

*I smile, pleased to see Cait arriving, and my eyes widen as I see how she's decked out.

Cait, you look......*gulps* mouth watering! Welcome! Yes, I had to bring back the pole, since I can't sing. And it was so much fun during our toga party!

It was almost time. He'd lost track, spent too much time in the water. Noon quickly swam out, heading back to shore. He paused to dry himself off, wiping at his chest and shoulders, and then walked just a little bit to help dry his legs off in the sun. And then he took the stairs up to the Outlooking, pausing to grin admiringly over at Thryi.

"Hey there." He winked at her.

Then he continued on into the Outlook proper, heading inside to the room he'd stored his clothes in earlier, hopping in for a quick shower to wash off the salt from the sea. He might be a tad late at the party, but at least he'd RSVP'd so that people knew he would be there. He sighed as the warm water ran off of his chest.

*Nods a greeting and waves to Noon as he passes from the beach to his room. I let my eyes linger on his semi nude form, remembering with fondness the last time I saw him similarly attired.

Hi Noon, I'm glad you could come tonight!