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| Topic Started: July 21, 2015, 8:24 pm (267 Views) | |
| Kevin | July 21, 2015, 8:24 pm Post #1 |
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Character: KaBoom Date: March 13 Time: Evening Place: Polaris' Abode KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK "LORNA DANE! I NEED TO KNOW HOW TO BLOWJOB." It was a crisis. Existential. A very 'who have I become'... a very 'how did I let this happen?' You see, exactly seven hours ago, it dawned on Yoyo as he pondered what was going on with himself and Teon. There was no definition, really. Not in a traditional sense. More a primal sense. Something... natural and not forced or organized. And he couldn't be exactly sure where Teon's head was on the matter... or if he even cared to think about it. Their souls and essences and natures may have understood each other without question... there was still so very much that confused the romantically sheltered Yoyo. So, he'd booted up his internet and started looking up relationship definitions. Which led to gay relationship definitions. Which led to gay porn. Which led to more gay porn, and more, and more. He didn't move from his seat. He didn't do anything other than witness the kind of horrifying, erotic, torturous, intriguing, violent, and beautiful things that men did to each other. Some he enjoyed, some he was petrified of. But he didn't budge. He absorbed it all. And he lost a bit of his innocence in that chair. After six and a half hours of this crash course, Yoyo finally closed the internet off his laptop. He printed out a few saved sites with written information, and a few pictures and such and finally closed his laptop. A number of things happened when he went to stand:
Cut to knocking on Lorna's door, and he had some questions. Many questions. He didn't wait for her to answer. BOOM! Yoyo was in the apartment. He was clad in a huge gray mesh sweater, barely hanging on to his scrappy body, sagging off the shoulders even, and totally see through because I didn't know he'd be peopleing today, and some black boxer briefs he was planning to wear to bed. Rusty platinum locks were a nest of top-heavy spikes. "Lorna." He slapped down the pile of gay relationship advice and straight up porn on the counter near the front door. The top paper was a picture of some 69ing gays. "It's come to my attention that I am the oldest living gay virgin, and if Teon wants to do these things, I need help. What do you mean, I put it in my mouth? What do you mean, we take turns sitting on each other's? What do you mean, gang bang? Jacob's Ladder, Superman, Shrimping?? IS THIS WHAT MEN WANT FROM ME?!" Yoyo was kinda angry about it. Kinda angry and sad and still surprised and slick with sweat. He'd just been through so much. "I'm so scared right now." He took a deep breath, in and out, and wiped his forehead of some excess sweat. "So, I've compiled a list of the things I thought were cute or things that gave me a boner. And you need to show me how to do them." He walked around the counter to her refrigerator, "Banana or carrot?" Tags: Polaris Edited by Roman, July 21, 2015, 8:32 pm.
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| Roman | July 21, 2015, 9:36 pm Post #2 |
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Character: Polaris Date: March 13 Time: Evening Place: Polaris' Abode Inside of the apartment, an ambient flow of steady, comforting fuzz rock emanated through the Bose speakers in her bedroom and slunk out into the living area and at the kitchen island, where Lorna currently sat dressed in a distressed and extra large, black Poison t-shirt, which was soft, holey, and gray-faded by time and many washes. Her bare, pale legs dangled down, tapping rhythmically to the easy and steady beat of the drums against the wooden bars of the kitchen stool she sat upon. Her eyes were fervently darting over the scheduling sheets and self-produced pamphlets she'd edited up for the substance abuse and counseling sessions she was starting up with the rehab facility on Ethos Island. Dr. McKenzie was exuberant and thoroughly supportive of the endeavor as Lorna had brought it up to her, which was a plus. Ever since being voted to council, she was doing what she could to put her own experience and expertise to good use... though it still didn't feel like enough of an effort. At least it was a start. What she was currently working on was for a community awareness meeting wherein the topic was Malice. What it could do, the effects it had, the dangers it posed to not only mutants, but to the humans that were subjected to it, as well as how to identify users, possible traffickers, and give a brief rundown of the trafficking map to where known Marauders were known to have contacts, drug bases, and high-volume deals. The more that Utopia knew about the operation, the more well-armed they were to gauge any possible future interactions. She took a brief sip of chai tea from the mug sitting atop the counter which embarrassingly read, “I Picked a Bone With Hagerstown-Priscel”, an abysmal pun off of one of the digs she attended in one of her undergrad internships in Somalia. The words were struggling to find their way out of her brain and onto her keyboard. She just found herself staring at the blinking line on the blank page and continued to silently mouth along the words to The Breeders that wafted through the apartment. *KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK * She jumped in her chair at the abrupt pounding against the door adjacent to her location in the kitchen and braced both hands to the countertop in a pointless display.
“Go. Go away...” She muttered under her breath as her heart continued to beat the shit out of the front of her chest. She only recognized the shrieking octave after about ten seconds and removed her headspace from the time her two other roommates flaked out on paying their portions of the rent to go to Mexico for spring break and she had to hide on the back fire escape under the window. He didn't break down the door or anything. She was just overprepared for crises. Not paranoid. Shut up. Wait. Did he say blowjob? “I... AM NOT GOING TO SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THAT!” Her tone was equally loud to be heard across the kitchen and through the door. *BOOM* He exited the periwinkle energy in an outfit that was straight up ready for bed. Complete with no pants. And she wasn't wearing pants, but that's because it was her apartment, and she was not welcoming visitors. The front of her hair was put back and secured in a half-up, half-down, sloppy green pony style. She subconsciously smoothed a hand through the left side of her head at the appearance of another person, purely out of habit. Not because it helped to do anything to make her look more human. Slam! He slapped down a stack of papers onto the paperwork and brochure mock-ups she'd splayed out beside her laptop, which caused her to sink in on herself a bit. “Yoyo...”
“Whoa-whoa. WHOA. Slow down, space cadet. Who's asking you to-” She ambiently picked up the top paper of the stack he'd placed in front of her and glanced at it for the first time. “-OH MY GOD!” She panicked and gave an underhanded darting of the wrist, flinging the paper across the kitchen in a disgusted reflex.
“Me too!” She immediately corroborated for entirely different reasons. As the boy headed into the kitchen to search for phallic produce, Lorna smushed her face from every possible angle with her hands as she arched her back from both the discomfort of sitting at the stool working for hours, and at the spur-of-the-moment sex ed session that was apparently about to take place. “Yoyo...” She was finally starting to gain her bearings on what the fuck was actually going on and let out a deep breath as she stopped trying to rearrange her face, claymation-style. She branched a flattened, outstretched palm towards the opposing stool at the counter across from her. “Take a seat. Leave my maybe a stick of bread? in the pantry for now.” She made the mistake of drifting a noncommittal look to the next page on top of the stack which was a macro image of one giant penis with the foreskin enveloping another giant penis. She reflexively shoved the entirety of the stack of porn, as well as a few of the brochures off the countertop and resisted the urge to barf just everywhere and leaned in onto her cupped palm, with her elbow nonchalantly now leaning atop the surface of the island. Her floor was now carpeted in porn. “I can tell you right now, I am straight up not going to do that.” UGH, THESE IMAGES! “What I am going to do is try to teach you about how to safely go about the sexual stuff that I, myself, have had experience with, or that my gay friend Todd told me he did.” She paused. “I didn't ask, he was just too comfortable with me for some reason.” “Ok.” She sighed and took in another breath. “Ok.” She let it out. “Ok, start with explaining one thing you saw that you were confused about. We'll work from there.” What is even happening, right now? Tags: Kaboom Edited by Matthew, July 22, 2015, 7:15 am.
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| Kevin | August 8, 2015, 7:01 pm Post #3 |
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Character: KaBoom Date: March 13 Time: Evening Place: Polaris' Abode
"I'm not a space cadet. What even is a space cadet?"
She was correct and irritating. Why was she asking questions when he was the one who needed answers? Yoyo watched dismissively as the first sheet of porn flittered off across the kitchen and landed in a whoosh somewhere off to the side. He churned his brows in and pulled his mouth to the side, "You've seen penises, Lorna. You're wearing the shirt of a penis you saw." After she expressed her own fear, Yoyo took a moment to let her breathe many times. He stood patiently, though was staring at her expectantly.
Stick of bread? "I don't want to sit. I sat for six and a half hours. I specifically want not to sit, Lorna Dane!" He winced at her like a stare down. He just wanted answers. He wanted to know how to do all this stuff. He watched as the stack of papers that he had worked very hard on, and had narrowed down to hundreds of images as opposed to thousands, poured down off the counter in one terrified Lorna-Dane-Shove. He scurried down and started gathering them sloppily in his arms. He stood with as much as he could, a sour face and intentional frown marking his very confused but insistent mood with a bit of anger. "You should know that was rude." He then dropped his papers again because where was even even going to put them, reached across the counter and flung her work papers off the counter. He nodded and crossed his arms over his chest, scrunching in his huge mesh sweater in the process. "That... actually felt kinda good. Justice fulfills me..." he muttered, still trying to pout, but softening up now. He finally turned back to Lorna, "mark that down. You're a therapist now, right? Mark it down. I like justice."
He sighed and rolled his eyes, dropping his arms like a pissy, hormonal teenager. That's kinda what he was. The difference was, his confused anger was apparently more seething than explosive. "You are very irksome, right now."
NOW they were getting somewhere. He sloppily raised his balled fists up to about shoulder height with a lazy, "Hurray!" and kept a wide grin on his face. He knew she'd come around.
"Okay...?" There was no point in explaining that. "I like Todd. Is he a mutant? Bring him here." More people! While she said 'Ok' a lot for some reason, Yoyo had also come up with another idea he felt was mildly brilliant. There was another gay couple on Utopia. Another? What? Whatever. Billy and Teddy. Yoyo could decide what he did and probably didn't like about their relationship, and after finishing judging them, he could tell Teon everything! "Give me your phone..." he chimed ambiently while Lorna ... thought things. Her phone dropped into his palm and he filed through her contacts to one of the newbies, William Kaplan.
"Chai tea is disgusting, by the way. I'll bring many assortments later. Omija tea... sujeonggwa... another party? Should we invite the old gang, or... well, we lost Liam, but..."
"Rimming." He didn't miss a beat. "Fisting. And something called Happy Trail Buck Fuck." He gave awkward face. "I don't like that word as much as I do like that word." Tags: Polaris, Wiccan OOC: Was gonna keep going, but I keep getting interrupted while posting and losing my train of thought, so... Edited by Kevin, August 8, 2015, 7:02 pm.
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| Steve | August 8, 2015, 11:17 pm Post #4 |
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Character: Wiccan Date: March 13 Time: Evening Place: Lorna's Abode
Billy looked mortified. "Teddy, I got a uncomfortable text from Lorna..." Billy hadn't exactly spent much time with Lorna since they arrived at Utopia, but he was fairly sure that she wasn't a Jean. He showed Teddy the text, and all Teddy did was laugh. "Well something is certainly up. Maybe you should go investigate," he teased Billy while pushing his smaller fiance out the door. Billy left their apartment with a huff after the roughshod treatment that Teddy had given him. Fine, I'll go. But holy shit this is weird. Maybe she really does want to watch porn with me. Is that how she makes friends? Do I want to be friend's with someone who does that? Also, ewww! That's totally out of bounds to ask someone you don't know to do with you. And what is this deal about bad breath? What the fuck? You don't say that to someone that you are making sexual advances on. Maybe that's what she does, brutal honesty? Oh god, the time I did that to Teddy after having a touch too much wine and horseradish at Passover. Shit that was embarrassing awkward funny sexy. Shit sexy. Sexy with Lorna. No! Sexy with girls. Vaginas were great and all but grooooooss. Billy made his way slowly across the bunker towards Lorna's apartment. He wasn't exactly sure which apartment was Lorna's, but he had Operator and Operator knew everything. A mild nervous sweat had broken out on Billy's as he reached the door. Just as he was about to knock, he heard Yoyo's voice coming from inside Lorna's apartment.
Oh - hol - y - shit. Billy didn't think it was even possible for this to get any weirder than it already had, Yoyo was talking about rimming and fisting and happy trail buck fuck whatever that was. Then it dawned on Billy. It was Yoyo that had texted him on Lorna's phone. What the hell is going on here? Billy cautiously opened the door and peeked his head in around the door. Yoyo was talking a mile a minute. There was Lorna looking as uncomfortable as he felt. That was a good sign. At least it really wasn't Lorna that had asked him to come to watch porn. But Yoyo had. And Billy wasn't really sure what to with that. "Hello? Yoyo, I couldn't help but overhear what you saying. I'm guessing that you and Lorna aren't about to be doing these things. What's going on? Is there something I can help you with?" Tags: Polaris, KaBoom |
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| Roman | August 11, 2015, 12:02 am Post #5 |
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Character: Polaris Date: March 13 Time: Evening Place: Polaris' Abode As the torrential downpour of pamphlets, brochures (was there a difference?), study sheets, and chemical composition diagrams flew and rained across the floor of her apartment at the same eager pace as Yoyo's phonebook of gay porn, Lorna's jaw went slightly agape as her head zipped from one sheet to another as they darted and drifted down from mid-air. My hard work! “My work!” She exclaimed in a tired tone, more than an angry one. Her hands were 'what-the-hell-ing in the air as papers still made swooshing, impact noises as they collided and mingled with lewd print-out images. Wasn't she just working peacefully in her kitchen with some under-swelling tunes bringing her cool to a chill? Wasn't America still FREE?! As Yoyo titled her as his therapist and called her irksome, Lorna smoothed her hands across the sides of her face and back towards her temples, brushing locks of green back of her shoulders. “There is a difference so wide between sweeping off a desk out of a tantrum and sweeping papers off of a desk because you feel visually sexually assaulted. We can cover that in in a future session and my rates are 9 million dollars an hour and I get to sleep through them.” Lorna was not, nor would ever consider herself to be qualified to treat anyone's mental or emotional issues. Only to advise fellow addicts or former substance abusers... of which were plentiful due to the reach of Malice and Sinister's community. “But we're getting off-topic, here. Let's-”
Lorna furrowed a brow and leaned in on her elbows that were resting on the countertop; her face cradled in her hands. “Actually, maybe.” Her statement was pensive, but bordered on revelation. He had a lot of wild nights of sex and partying... Healing factor? Was he Jesus? Mutant Jesus... Todd is not the second coming of Jesus. Meanwhile... Yoyo easily heisted her phone from her and sent out a text. She didn't even bother to verbally or physically protest because she knew Yoyo well enough, this far into their friendship/mentorship? Which is to say, about 2 weeks. Give or take. “What did you write?” She asked in a familiar, dull tone which was stilted by the stiffness in her chin as it rested firm in her hands.
“Your opinion on chai tea is wrong. See? I just told you an opinion could be wrong. I would be as good a shrink as Miss Cleo was a fortune teller. Are you old enough to know Miss Cleo? Did I just date myself?” Her slightly raspy voice came out more foreboding against her own age and possibly un-hip knowledge. It was only a second before she let out a scoff. “Pff. Whatever. I lived around the world. I'm obviously still cool.” She shrugged and dropped her hands to the counter and pushed herself off of the stool and walked around the counter and Yoyo on bare feet towards the cabinets. “...I'm also not throwing anymore... things.” Her disastrous get-together was far from a party and was definitely not planned in that frame of mind. “But if you throw one, I'll go.” Because obviously Yoyo-parties would be amazing and confusing. She pulled a glazed donut out of the cabinet that she'd stashed away from the prior morning's council meeting and saved for later. She licked a renegade glaze shard off of her thumb and immediately brought the donut up to her mouth, licking at an excess build-up of sugary coating that was situated on the inside of the hole of the donut.
What word? He listed about a thousand. All unfamiliarly filthy. And unfortunately, two of them she was aware of. “Well rimming-” She spoke from inside of the donut's ass. Oh.
Darts at Yoyo. “What did you text from my phone!?” She said from the pastry's butt. As Billy's form appeared through the door, Lorna pitched the donut at quick, full force at the same moment she realized she wasn't wearing pants because she was ALONE and it was SO WONDERFUL and so without skipping a moment, a large, square cookie sheet ejected of its own accord out of the bottom panel of the oven and molded and bent with unnatural speed and precision, fashioning itself into a makeshift skirt. All of this happened within 2 seconds. At the end of the 2nd second, the sound of the donut slapping wetly against the glass window across the apartment was heard. She used the back of her hand to wipe away the remnants of delicious, but questionable-looking sugar from her mouth and looked from one boy, to the other. In complete silence. For about five seconds. “Hello! Be... right back.” As she moved in casual, but long, striding steps towards her bedroom to change, her magnetism acted as a 'hinge' to allow the metal 'skirt' to shift along with her movements without breaking or separating. The noise was not pleasant. *RRRNK-URNNK, RRRNK-URNNK*, it whined. *RRRNK-URNNK, RRRNK-URNNK* *RRRNK-URNNK, RRRNK-URNNK* She appeared out of her bedroom doorway in less than ten seconds, now sporting old, ragged sweatpants from her college days; the now-perfectly-flat cookie sheet sailing back out of the room and guided silently into the panel under the oven, Samantha Stephens style. She plopped back down onto her seat at the counter and let out a brief-held breath before addressing the both of them. “As a woman who has never had a homosexual relationship as a man, with a man... I would like to enlist Billy, here to help field these questions.” She looked over to Billy, specifically, and nodded. “This is Sex Ed. For Adults Who Haven't Had Adult Relations 101.” “Rimming is licking buttholes and fisting is putting your arm in one. YOUR turn.” She sent it over to Billy. Because she really hoped that was all she had to answer today. Tags: Kaboom, Wiccan Edited by Roman, August 11, 2015, 12:04 am.
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| Marc | August 11, 2015, 5:44 pm Post #6 |
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Character: Cyclops Date: March 13 Time: Evening Place: Polaris' Abode Scott knocked. He actually knocked, not run the door down, not barge in, not even rush in right after he had knocked without waiting to be called inside. He didn't do so because he knew the first thing about people not wearing pants in their freetime or about privacy being invaded -- when you crashed in abandoned mostly-gutted buildings, you quickly learned that there was no such thing as privacy. You didn't even have doors most of the time, so.. yeah. The reason he knocked and waited to be called inside was because he had been trained, on threat of physical violence, first by... Sinister and then by Jack that you never ever walked into anywhere you weren't first called into. And so, he knocked. And he waited. The reason he had come to see Lorna was to apologize to her for having missed her original get-together (he didn't want her to think him incredibly rude), but mainly, to find out if she might not have more details about Sinister and his Marauders and the thrice-damned drug Malice. It felt... personal to him, somehow. As he stood there, waiting, he rubbed a hand over where his tattoo sat, the diamond he hadn't been able to fully make sense of before but that marked him now, showed him as one of Sinister's selected. Selected for what though, Scott did not know. It scared him, truth be told. Not knowing, not having that sort of control over his life... he didn't like it. When there was no answer from inside, Scott wondered for a moment. Should he just leave? Had his first knock been ignored, or just too timid to be heard? He decided to give it one more try and knocked again, harder this time. "Hello? It's Scott." he called out, waiting once again to be acknowledged. Only then did he catch sight of a piece of paper, lying innocuously on the ground, print down. Scott bent over to pick it up, turning it over in the process. He immediately wished he hadn't. Glancing down at the paper, he was taken back. Back to... well. This would have paid well enough to feed him and the gang for 3 whole days. It was also intensely uncomfortable unless you knew exactly what you were doing and had a way of somehow really getting into it. Which wasn't all that easy when you were simply doing it for the money and not for some potential fun of it. Holy shit.... was Lorna running a sex ring from her apartment? Wait, was Utopia even large enough to support such a thing yet? And... why exactly would Lorna want to specialize in that? That... made a whole lot of no sense. Still, now Scott wanted to know what Lorna would be doing with such printouts scattered about her apartment abundantly enough for them to even spill forth from it. He knocked again. If no one was answering this time, he might even overcome his training and simply march inside under the guise of returning Lorna's... research. Tag: all present Edited by Roman, August 11, 2015, 5:55 pm.
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| Kevin | August 25, 2015, 2:20 pm Post #7 |
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Character: KaBoom Date: March 13 Time: Evening Place: Polaris' Abode Yoyo was glad in a very non-malicious way that she was even remotely offended or shaken or annoyed or whatever that he'd flung her work off the counter. She deserved it. And now, they were even. Because even though she was his hero, he would be respected. If his twin Jojo had taught him anything in the very limited time they'd had together after he was freed from his sequestered confinement and before coming to Utopia, it was to make sure he was always respected.
"That is not true, I did not visually touch you anywhere at all. Now you're just being dramatic, and you don't deserve 9 million anything for making me very annoyed at you." As Lorna contemplated Todd's inevitable mutant status and later questioned his usage of her phone, Yoyo chose to ignore her and move on. First, it would all be revealed in time, and so he didn't need to explain himself. Second, she was avoiding the topic that mattered, which was getting Yoyo sexual intercourse with his Teon. That was the most important thing happening on the island right now. Also, if Yoyo was being perfectly honest with himself, he was enabling her avoidance by disliking her poor beverage choice.
He was eyeing around her, avoiding eye contact awkwardly, pretending he was following along with her. He was very concerned his popularity was at stake here if he didn't know who Miss Cleo was. And he didn't. "She's that mutant, right?" It was as vague and uncomfortably loud as he could be. He quickly broke and slumped his shoulders forward. Yoyo couldn't lie. He shook his head, "No, I don't know any of your friends, I'm sorry." Yoyo was quickly very excited when Lorna offered the prospect of Yoyo throwing his own party. He'd had so many ideas and dreams and hopes for his very own party. Mostly slumber party oriented, because he'd never had one in his life. He didn't voice his excitement just yet. He'd had a particular surprise for the entire island for a while that he'd been working on. What a great time to debut it! The next full minute of exchange became something very awkward and uncomfortable and strange and hilarious. As Lorna began showing Yoyo how to rim a butt via her secret donut, Billy finally welcomed himself into Lorna's apartment, and then Lorna pretended to be less hungry and threw a perfectly good butt-donut against the window and made a metal battle skirt.
Yoyo watched the donut shoot across the apartment. He then eyed back to Lorna and watched as she shuffled away in a loud clanking and groaning of metal shifting around her body as she walked, hiding the fact that she was only wearing a Poison t-shirt and panties. He eyed Billy a few times awkwardly, silent still, hoping Billy hadn't noticed Lorna. Which... was impossible. "What?" He finally broke the silence when the clanking muted into her bedroom. "Nothing is weird." He really couldn't lie. "Except maybe Lorna. I think she's either wearing a g-string or something called granny panties, as I've learned those are both embarrassing for a woman like Lorna." He then looked down at his own bare legs and snug boxer briefs, and the sheer mesh grey sweater that made the rest of him perfectly visible. He looked up at Billy as if Billy had even asked a question, "Oh this? This is fine. I'm not ashamed of my body." He didn't realize the implications against Lorna there. "...So anyway, yes there's a lot you can help me with, because Lorna is being usele-"
"Yes, I know all that. That's not what I'm confused about. Rimming is sphincter licking, Fisting is sphincter gaping, and Happy Trail Buck Fuck is when-" There was knocking. Yoyo sighed a little annoyed. Why was Lorna getting a delivery when he was in the middle of learning how to pleasure Teon? "And Happy Trail Buck Fuck is when-" More knocking. "Hang on." Yoyo was going in a flash of periwinkle. BOOM "You keep interrupting me with your rude knocking, Mister Scott. Stop it and just walk in like the rest of us." But he didn't wait, and instead, grabbed Scott's hand and they were gone in a flash. BOOM He was back in Lorna's kitchen, holding Scott's hand. "A Happy Trail Buck Fuck is when a guy has a train of men on his belly, all penising each other's butts. The first one to achieve orgasm is the new happy trail. But I don't know why people like it or Fisting or Rimming." Tags: Cyclops, Polaris, Wiccan |
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| Steve | August 29, 2015, 11:24 pm Post #8 |
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Character: Wiccan Date: March 13 Time: Evening Place: Polaris's Abode Billy giggled as Lorna scampered across the room in her makeshift metal skirt. The visual humor was perfect, but more than anything else, he enjoyed the Rrrrnk it was making as she ran away. And then there was Yoyo in his barely there clothes. "Oh Lorna, you don't need to worry about that. I can take my pants off, too, and we can make this a real party." Billy actually had an outfit way too similar to the one that Yoyo was wearing now, but that was a gay night out dancing outfit. Actually, no it wasn't. Billy didn't go out dancing. It was man lingerie for Teddy, but that was irrelevant at the moment.
Well this was certainly different than Billy was expecting when he had received a text about porn and bad breath, but sexual education was important. Sex ed was woeful inadequate in this country, especially queer sex ed. So he more than happy to help out a gayby in need, even if that gayby is as weird as Yoyo. But first, there was sass that needed to happen, and Lorna had opened herself up perfectly for it. She was back in the room with a pair of old sweatpants on. Now was the time to strike. "So Lorna, does that mean you have been in a homosexual relationship as a woman with a woman?" He giggled again. Shockingly he was actually enjoying himself. Just as Yoyo was getting to the whole point of all of this, Scott had knocked. Yoyo popped out and popped back in with Scott. Billy thought Yoyo seemed exceptionally flabergasted by this development. Though that could just be how Yoyo is. This really was getting weird. "Oh, uh, hi Scott."
Billy was finally starting to piece together what was going on. "Yoyo, is this about, oh what's his name! He was on the rescue mission. Animalistic guy. In a good way! In a good way! Ummm oh yes! Teon! Teon, that's his name. Is this about you and Teon? Are you two together?" Billy knew these feelings well. He had them for Teddy all those years ago. Hell, he still felt that way often. "Not everyone likes all of them. I'm not particularly eager to join in a Happy Trail Buck Fuck or be fisted anytime soon. Rimming is nice..." Billy turned beat red for a second when he realized he had said that out loud, but he just kept going, "but this isn't about me." "All kinds of people like all kinds of things sexually. Some people don't have any desire of there own to have sex. Some people only want to have sex with one person to whom they are married. Others enjoy sex with a lot of people. Sex is both a wonderfully unitive thing, and something that is completely mundane. As with everything, the meaning sex has is the meaning that you negotiate between you and the community of which you are a part." "But this doesn't seem to just be about sex. Sex is only one component of a relationship. But aside from that, the philosophers have always countered culture by arguing that friendship is the highest form of human relationship. Not that we must diminish our romantic or sexual relationships by claiming this though. What you and Teon are doing by giving yourselves to one another is beautiful and good." Tags: Polaris, Cyclops, KaBoom |
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| Roman | September 6, 2015, 10:13 pm Post #9 |
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Character: Polaris Date: March 13 Time: Evening Place: Polaris' Abode From her perch atop the kitchen stool, situated at the island that intersected both the living area and the kitchen, Lorna professionally and blindly reached under the table and took out a small hip flask from an interior ledge built into the kitchen island, itself. While not taking her eyes off of the spectacle continuing to unfold in her previously serene apartment, she poured a good few bites out of the flask, emptying the contents into the mug of tea that she'd maneuvered back in front of her. This wasn't an emergency, but it did call for some back-up. As Yoyo acknowledged that he didn't accost Lorna physically, she simply shook her head in a slow, meaningful pace and took a deep sip of her special tea. “You bad-touched me, emotionally. And it was very real and very full of dicks.” Her tone was quiet and even as her eyes shifted over to Billy, who by this point, was shockingly not out of the door and 'fuck this' like she probably would have been if she was in his shoes. As she waited for him to continue to field the rest of the current handful of sexual topics for Yoyo's informational benefit (or perhaps not, depending on what you're into), she was met, YET AGAIN with the implications of her sexuality. “I'm not a lesbian!” She wide-eyed and slack-shouldered her response before actually taking the time to consider the question. “Do I dress how I want? Yes. Do I have tons of guy friends and have trouble getting along with girls? Yes. Have I ever had sex with a woman?-” Nicole was a huge bitch and stole my Xbox, so it doesn't count. Plus that was like, one week and I was a Freshman... “-I was fat and had a retainer. No.” She quickly took another sip after a half-internal discussion and half-continuing out loud but-had-to-connect-it-to-what-she-was-previously-ranting about and was about to redirect the topic back to its rightful course with an 'ANYWAY'... when Scott, who Yoyo had previously invited into the apartment while Lorna was changing, was let into the room. As Billy greeted him, Lorna's eyes darted from out of the corner from Billy, to Scott who was front and center. Where to start? My porn floor? My over-protesting non-lesbian Lorna speech? Yoyo in his underwear and a sweater? Yoyo's thorough examination of a made-up sex situation? She realized she'd been silent for a few beats too long and let out an 'uhhhh' with her mouth that had already been open since he walked in. “Hey, Scott. Just chillin' here. No big. Come on in, man.” Smooth.
She thumbed out towards Billy and nodded once. “Yes, that.” Why hadn't she put two-and-two together before, regarding that? Because that was clearly why Yoyo had come to her apartment with his questions to begin with. Billy started to really school Yoyo with some good tidbits on the bones and template of sex, which gave Lorna time to intercept Scott and to at least try to save some semblance of her reputation or good standing as someone who wasn't crazy or a deviant. She quickly stood up from the stool and paced with swinging steps to Scott and arced her arm out towards the kitchen. “Welcome. We're teaching Yoyo safe sex habits and the dicks on the floor aren't mine. I have no idea how all of this happened.” Her radio was still gently going in the background, letting the tail end of a Rilo Kiley diddy filter out into a rare and intensely brief second of silence in the room. “Can I get you a drink? Do you have to leave? Can I come with you?” Tags: Kaboom, Wiccan, Cyclops Edited by Roman, September 7, 2015, 7:29 pm.
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| Marc | September 9, 2015, 6:55 am Post #10 |
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Character: Cyclops Date: March 13 Time: Evening Place: Polaris' Abode Scott stumbled backwards and nearly sat himself on his ass when there was a sudden BOOM next to him out of nowhere, coalescing into someone who accosted him by calling him rude for knocking (or rather, calling his knocking rude, but .. same difference) and then accosted him by grabbing his hand and yanking him into a second, equally resounding BOOM that ended up right inside Lorna’s kitchen. A kitchen that was filled to the brim with people, people and more people (ok, it wasn’t all that many people, but it was a small kitchen so it certainly seemed to be reaching its capacity, and quickly) and paper. There certainly was a shit-load of paper scattered all over. Paper that .. huh. Scott cocked his head to get a better view and .. huh indeed. In his avid concentration on the equally avid illustrations peppering Lorna’s floor, he almost missed Billy calling out a hello to him and belatedly flashed him a smile in return .. a smile that, moments later, turned into a faltering, crooked version of itself when Yoyo’s statement interrupted.
Lorna, whose greeting earlier had only earned her a half-frowned, kind-of-confused side-eye, was now being given another frowning up-and-down. If this was indeed a Lorna-run sex-ring, it was a weird sex-ring indeed. Usually, in his somewhat vast experience with themes of this particular matter, there was a lot less talking, and a lot more actual sexing, one way or another. Also, it tended to involved a lot less clothes than were currently being worn by the people present. Except maybe by Yoyo. And possibly by Lorna herself, though what she was wearing was open to interpretation where fetishes were concerned.
He frowned in confusion when, out of nowhere, Billy suddenly connected fisting, rimming, happy trailing and Yoyo to Teon. Wait .. was Billy a mind-reader? Omni-cognizant? A lucky guesser with luck manipulation to back him up? Or did he somehow know that Teon was into all of the above, hence his immediate jumping to such a conclusion? Scott shrugged. Perhaps he had missed all the clues that had led to Billy’s suggestion when he had still been standing in front of the door. Either way, Billy seemed to start into the right direction, the direction that would be helpful to answering Yoyo’s actual question of why the hell anyone would like any of the things he had mentioned. Scott nodded to Billy’s assessment that not everyone liked all of them, then tipped his head sideways when Billy called rimming nice in a rather universal statement that needed some more modification, where Scott was concerned. Then though, Billy trailed off into some blanket statements that Scott didn’t find particularly helpful to the question Yoyo had posed nor did he agree with most of them, at least not as universally as Billy presented them. He blinked. Then blinked again. No, just .. no. His face fell into a frown. Philosophers? What did friggin’ philosophers have to do with any sort of response to what Yoyo had been asking? Before he could interject though, Lorna intercepted him.
Hokay. While her almost pleading offer for him to leave (all with the intent of allowing her to follow him, of course) garnered a snorted chuckle, he had to ask “You are teaching Yoyo safe sex habits by .. feeding him BS about the magic of marital sex, the meaning of sex as a community contract and by contrasting friendship relationships with romantic and sexual relationships?” He shook his head, frowning. “That’s .. not really all that helpful, ya know. Unless you are already in a consenting, disease-free relationship with communication and commitment involved. Which .. don’t get me wrong, but the questions Yoyo is asking? They point to none of the above from where I’m standing!” If the guy truly had a communicative, consenting relationship it seemed unlikely that he’d plaster dick-pics all over Lorna’s apartment and seek out people he’d only just met less than a month ago for advice on why anyone would ever enjoy any of the things he had mentioned with the surety and confidence of someone having read about them on the internet. In a way, he reminded Scott of a younger version of himself in this. Ok, there were differences – Scott had been approached about the kind of stuff Yoyo was now seeking advice on while Yoyo seemed to be taking a more pro-active approach to the matter, but in the end they had both been confused, bursting with questions and desperate for a place to turn and ask them. For Scott, it had been a concerned social worker, Jake, whom he remembered fondly to this day. For Yoyo .. well, the kind of stuff Billy was telling him might be nice to know as underlying theory for potential developments in the future, but it didn’t seem to be close enough to the basics to really do much for the other mutant. “You were asking why anyone likes any of the techniques you .. researched, right? The most simplistic answer there is would be ‘because it’s fun’ or ‘because it feels good’. Sex can feel good, very good even. If you’ve never masturbated before, give it a try – you are going to see how it can feel. Now add in the thrill of another body, and it can be a lot of fun.” Not everything had been bad in Scott’s experienced, nor everyone. Back to Yoyo’s question though. “Now, a fist up someone’s ass, how can that feel good or be fun, right? Well, people have different preferences when it comes to mixing pain into their pleasure – some enjoy experiencing pain and some enjoy inflicting it before or during sex. It can be a heady mixture.” He had seen that play out as a fact many times during his time on the street. “What’s important for you is to be safe when it comes to sex – that includes quite a lot of things, actually.” Now it was time to put Jake’s example to a good use. “Starting with hygiene, your own and that of whoever you are having sex with. You want them to be clean, and you want to be clean yourself. If you might end up with a dick up your ass, you’ll want to be clean there too. Next, it’s always safer to use a condom these days. That said, if you know for certain that you and your sex partner are disease-free, condoms aren’t a must. Otherwise, you’ll be taking an incalculable risk by not using one.” So far, so good. “One of the most important safety precautions though is communicating boundaries. Don’t force yourself into trying something you are afraid of because then, it’ll hurt you more than it’s worth it. Don’t let anyone else force you into it either. If you’ve never had sex before, it’s probably a good idea to start out slow – heavy petting can be hot, if done right, as can be a hand-job, where you bring the other person off using only your hands.” He didn’t know how far into vanilla Yoyo’s research had extended so he figured it better to elaborate like he had. “Once you get to a blow-job, you might want to at least think things through to the end – do you want there to be a condom? Are you going to let him come in your mouth or ask him to warn you so you withdraw right before the climax? If he gets to jizz in your mouth, do you spit or swallow? See, lots of things to consider and set down as ground rules with the one you are fucking. When it comes to the actual fucking, you have to see if you care for it, if there’s a position you prefer, if you want eye-contact with your fuck-partner. How rough you like it. How rough he likes it. What makes you, and him, uncomfortable. What you, and he, would like to try. Perhaps you’d like to try rimming on him but the thought makes him gag. In that case, the whole ‘it’s fun and feels good’ bit goes right out the door, and that is where you should draw the line if you care about the person you are having sex with. Make sure he is on board with whatever you are doing and that you are on board with it all as well. Sex .. good sex, should always be about consent, .. ” There had been times when he had violated that last rule Jake had given him – and he had always regretted it afterwards. “.. about two consenting adults having fun with whatever floats their personal boats together. So .. if you want to know if you should be doing any of these things ..” He waved his hand across Yoyo’s scattered research to encompass it all. “.. anytime soon, you should be asking the person you want to be doing it with, not anyone else.” Tag: Kaboom, Wiccan, Polaris |
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