Let's sail this ship

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Cute & Fluffy
1. Holding hands
2. First kiss
3. Cuddling/Non-sexual sharing of bed/blanket/couch etc
4. Non-sexual intimacy (bathing, hair care, massage, caregiving, etc)
5. Make outs
6. Playing (games, pillow forts, tickle fights, water balloons etc)
7. To the rescue! (break out of the tower/dungeon, save from a fall, then deal with the aftermath)
8. Mix & Match or make your own!




NSFW
1. First times (first time between two individuals; losing virginity; first time doing a particular act; first time with a particular gender)
2. Comfort sex (captives turning to one another for comfort; one character soothing another who is deeply upset)
3. Heat (hot lazy summer days; steamrooms; sweat-slick skin; tempers rising with the heat; urgent fucking a la Body Heat)
4. Make-up sex or reunions
5. Sexual instruction (teaching how to do, or be better at certain sex acts)
6. Calm you down sex (distracting from volatile emotions with sex)
7. Undressing (undressing in front of someone for the first time; one character undressing another; fumbling clumsily to get undressed; stripteases)
8. Orgasm denial
9. Sexual exhaustion
10. Bondage
11. Sensory deprivation
12. Urgency for sex (begging to suck cock; desperate to fuck; greedy bottom)
13. Discomfort during sex (rough edge of a table as counterpoint to pleasure; cold stone versus hot flesh; position is uncomfortable at first but then becomes perfect; penetration is painful, then pleasurable)
14. Rough sex (quick and dirty sex; hate sex; angry sex; fighting/wrestling; slapping, spanking) (+ optional Aftercare)
15. Somnophilia
16. Bloodplay
17. Public sex/semi-public sex/for an audience
18. knifeplay
19. Awkward/clumsy/funny sex

Pick a character, post the number(s) you want and which of my characters you want and put those somewhere there. Make a starter, or leave it to me! (100% borrowed from thinkoutsidethemusebox because she knows what she's doing and I don't)

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[thenicestnobody]

The thing about brothels is that more often than not, the girls working there are usually not very happy about it. They're either desperate, or forced into the work. Lucy is a little bit of both. At turns, she's defiant and docile. But the latter is usually an effort of will. In the end, she stays because where else could she go? What else could she do?

And The Spider -the owner of the brothel- would likely never let her leave. Lucy was his crown jewel. Her hair is long and black as a raven's wing. Her skin smooth and pale as fresh milk, a blush in her cheeks, lips the color of wild berries. She comes into the room -her boudoir- dressed in her nicest dressing gown. It's white, pristine, like something befitting innocence she doesn't actually have anymore. It hugs her curves, highlighting her bosom and small waist. Her feet are bare, as she goes to light the sconces with her candle.

"Good evening, sir." She hasn't actually looked directly at him yet. She knows only that she's expected to please him, and do it thoroughly and well. Time is not a factor. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long."

[seekingvinland]

Thorfinn didn't want to be there, he was uncomfortable and he didn't like the idea in the least. He knew if he didn't do what Thorkell wanted though the man would likely take it out on everyone in the building then bitch and whine at him till he finally did. It was just easier to give Thorkell what he wanted. He didn't see a problem with being innocent in some way. Odin knew he wasn't innocent in much else if anything else.

When the woman walked in he offered a shy smile. A strange look on a seasoned warrior. Many knew him by the name other warriors called him, Karlsefni, but he had asked Thorkell to please not tell anyone thats who he was here. Last thing he needed was more undo attention. He looked the woman over. Long hair, a beautiful body and polite. He thanked the gods she wasn't blonde. He was attracted to blondes, yes, but he'd just think of Arneis and that wouldn't do. "Not at all, I am sorry to trouble you like this." his eyes went back down to his shoes. "I'm sure you've been informed of who your employer is and such, there is no rush."

[thenicestnobody]

She chuckles softly. He seems sincere in his apology, and that makes this easier. She's better when she's taking care of a client rather than servicing them.

"No fear, sir. You haven't troubled nobody." The room is lit to a study glow now, and she finally approaches him. Her smile freezes and vanishes when she finally sees his face. She's stunned. She's never seen such a man in all her life. He's so...so- "-beautiful."

Yeah she just said that out loud, her voice soft, but audible, and clearly in awe.

[seekingvinland]

As soon as Thorkell had him off the island he had made some maids of a tavern clean him up and find some proper clothes. he hadn't looked as good as he did now in ... well years. Nearly 15 years. He had no idea just how beautiful he had grown.

"Don't say that," he spoke serenely. A few years before and he may have been cruel, but slavery had opened his eyes. Everyone was someone. "My name is Thorfinn. May I know your name?" He was norse, he didn't really do last names. He even called honest royalty, by their first names. he remained sitting. "What is beautiful?" he asked finally her word digging at his mind enough to ask. His soulful brown eyes giving her his full attention.

[thenicestnobody]

It's been a long time since she'd last blushed. Far too much real life had stolen away much of her innocence, but having been faced with the loveliest ma'am she'll likely ever met, it's hard not to feel a little flustered.

And then he asks her what she means. It's surreal. She swallows, embarrassed at herself. She needs to remember herself. She probably upset him by calling beautiful. "My apologies, sir. I didn't mean anything by it."

She comes closer, sitting down beside him. She sets aside her candle, giving him her full attention. And in that instant of looking into his brown eyes, she realizes that this is going to be a difficult evening. He's so lovely she just wants to look at him. "Lucy. My name's Lucy."

[seekingvinland]

He didn't quiet get why she was blushing but he offered a light shy smile. It was easy to bullshit your way through battle but sitting next to a lovely woman who would soon make -a proper man- out of him, as his great uncle had bitched, was a little nerve-wreaking for one with such little passion, at least that he felt he had.

He would just need to get going a little before instinct would take over. Before lust drove him forward like battle-lust used to.

"I was simply confused, please just call me Thorfinn." he rubbed at the back of his head some. "I am no one important either." He spoke so earnestly, still flushed a bit. Everyone is the same, no one is his enemy. "I am pleased to meet you, Lucy. You have very lovely eyes." Askeladd had taught him, you can tell a person by their eyes.

[thenicestnobody]

Oh, he's charming. She's dealt with charming before, but no man that was so sincere and so physically stunning. You are a professional, Luce. Get it together.

"Thank you, Thorfinn." Do not comment on his name and how strange it sounds. "You know what we're here for, yes? What I do?"

Yes, down to business, but she's not pushing. She knows he needs some time and to get comfortable, but there's really no better way to do that then to set aside all pretenses. Clear the air, so to speak.

[seekingvinland]

He doesnt think of himself as charming, as much as a better man. The blood thirsty boy was drowned in a sea of sorrow and a better man walked out of all of that blood. A better man sat beside her now.

"You are very welcome." He nodded his head softly. "Yes, I know. I have never done the act myself, but I know plenty." He knew most men would just dive on in and rut themselves to completion and leave. He figured this would be a moment he would remember for all of his days. He wanted to make it a nicer memory than some of those that haunt his dreams. "Though." he added sheepishly and shy. "You may have to help me, I know the ofs, not everything is surely... like other men brag about." He didnt even want to mention the things he's seen on raids. He wouldn't do that. He didnt then he wouldn't now.

[thenicestnobody]

She takes the initiative then -though it does kick up butterflies in her stomach- and reaches out to take his hand. It's just that, for the moment, just a gentle holding of his hand in hers. She can't recall the last time she felt this kind of anticipation to be with any man, let alone a customer.

"I can help. I'm well taught in this sort of thing. I want you to know that we can go at your pace. There's all night and then some ahead of us. There's no need to be shy. If you'd like to do something, you're welcome to. Or if you'd like me to do something, you only need to ask. I'm here for you alone."

At least for tonight. Or until Thorfinn or his uncle decided it was time to leave. And when she makes her offer, she is sincere. She's his to do with as he pleases, for as long as his money holds. Though she has the feeling that for once, it will be pleasant. He's kind, and shy and she feels lucky to be the one here with him now.

[seekingvinland]

His hands are rough and allowed, the hands of a man whose known work and pain. Like the rest of him that was hidden by his long sleeved tunic and pants his hands has small cuts from blades. The cuts vanished under his sleeves.

He finally smiled a bit, it did wonders to light up his face. He was far to pretty for his own good. He would be a good ruler with his kind heart. The same one that lead him to move his free hand to her cheek. "Show me." That shyness still in his tone, but he was a Norse warrior, he didn't know fear. He didn't want to waste her time, but he wanted to make a good memory and learn. After all he would be married off sooner or later. He should learn now. "Thank you for helping me." He spoke before finally leaning in for a kiss.

[thenicestnobody]

She moves to meet him half way, giddiness she hasn't know in so long, fluttering in her belly. He's beautiful. He's sweet. And she's going to have him for the night. It won't be her first time, but it will be a first. She's going to give him everything she has, as much as he'll take. She wants a memory too. Something to carry her through darker nights, to remind her that there are good men in the world.

She kisses him gently, at first, careful and slow. She gives him time to learn, how best to turn the head, the way lips slide over lips, how breath mingles and brushes against cheeks. It's not a terribly deep kiss, but it's one that kicks up her blood, for all it's restraint and promise at once.

[seekingvinland]

If he had a choice he would take her with him. If he had the choice, but that would sadly level her to a concubine. He was going to be a king in a month or so, they'd never let him honestly settle with a brothel girl. Though if he expressed the desire... Thorkell would send his men to kill her boss and bring her along... still he doubted any woman would want that. And he had no desire to see more death.

He kissed her back, slowly, almost to carefully. He was a fast learner though picking up from her taste and touch and matching and moving with it. Instinct helpe. It was finally kicking in. The hand on her cheek slid down, touching her arm and trailing down her covered back.

[thenicestnobody]

He underestimates how much that would actually raise her level in society. Now she is anyone's toy who can afford the fee. There is no protection for her, no future. The best she can hope for is to become Madam some day, and prepare girls like her to please the next generation of clientele.

She'll never ask to be rescued. Not out loud. She doesn't expect it to ever happen anyway.

His growing confidence tells her she could try the next step. She rests a hand on his chest for balance, and lets her tongue gently caress his lower lip.

[seekingvinland]

He does, he knew so little of what being royalty would intell. He didnt want to do it, but the Baltic sea was going to go to war if someone of the bloodline didn't fill that seat who was under fifty. Thorkell was the kings brother, but he was pushing sixty. Thorfinn had no choice. Maybe, one day, yes maybe one day he would send for her.

He was the hero his people needed, but not the one who wanted to be there.

No instead he parted his lips, sensing what she wanted, inviting her in as his arms moved around her when her hand balanced on his chest. His blood was starting to heat up... here he thought he had no passions.

[thenicestnobody]

Passion is very subjective. And if she knew he thought he had no drive, she would be flattered. If a person doesn't want to be aroused, the won't be. It means she's done something right, to make him comfortable.

She slips her tongue into his mouth, a light, careful movement, not too intrusive. She teases, coaxing him to explore and learn as he liked. Then after a few minutes, she draws back, to let them catch their breath. And Lucy needs it. Her breasts heave against the tight confines of her dressing gown. Her cheeks have gone rosy from a fish of passion. She desires him. It's rather fantastic and shocking. And she intends to savor it as long as she can.

She caresses his cheek, feeling the stubble already growing in. He looks slightly more handsome, taking the edge off his beauty a little, with it she thinks.

"Do I please you, sir?" Sir, again. She can't help it.

[seekingvinland]

He didn't see himself as a passionate man outside of battle, and he had no more taste for battle since his purpose in life had been lost to him. A wise old man had given him the best advice, which had lead him to becoming the man sitting beside her.

A man unwillingly shaved the day before, he usually sported a beard, but the maid at the tavern had slipped the knife, nearly cutting his face. He took the knife and the only way to fix it was to take the knife and sheer it all away. The edge of stubble was a fine look on him, but his mind was more on her, the color in her cheeks, the look in her eyes. The feel of her hand on his face.

"You do indeed, you need not worry about that. I am well met." Even if nothing happened he would lie and say it did. He expected the same of her. He was in fair spirits and she had them raising. The taste of her lips and tounge lingered in his mouth, he wasn't out of breath but he did breath a bit heavier. "Please, just Thorfinn... I" He looked away. "I was a slave until a little more than a month ago. All of this is new to me. I'd like, to not have to pretend to be a higher man than I feel." he explained finally looking back, moving a hand to hold one of hers.

[thenicestnobody]

Lucy is a romantic. She could practically feel herself gently falling for this young man whom she knows she's likely to never see again. He's interesting, kind, and humble.

She continues to gently cup his cheek, rubbing her thumb across the arch of bone. "Is that true? You were a slave?"

She asks it quietly, afraid to be too bold out of habit. But his very nature seems to lull her into being less guarded.

[seekingvinland]

"Yes." He spoke softly. "I was a warrior before, I raised my blades against the Danish king, that is how i became a slave." He explained the past that he wasn't supposed to tell. But considering the Danish king was becoming the King of England as well... and had a pretty famous scar on his cheek. There were reasons Thorfinn was nervous being in London.

"I am a Jarl by birth though, but I must confess it never felt right. I shouldn't be rambling, I apologize Lucy." he added.

[thenicestnobody]

She smiles, sweet and kind. She's likely the nicest prostitute in all of England. Ask anyone in the brothel and they'd tell him so.

"You don't have to apologize to me. This is your time, love. Ramble as you like, or not. I told you, I'm here for you." She means 'love' in the colloquially lower end of London way. Affectionate, friendly, but not romantic. Even if her heart skips a beat when he looks at her, some times.

"To become your own person, that's something, though. You should be pleased. Owing yourself to someone forever is a hard life. Getting out of it, well that's a day dream for most, and not much else." She would know.

[seekingvinland]

He didn't need to ask, he could tell. he could see it in her eyes. feel it in her hands and the way she spoke with both hope and a twinge of sadness. She was getting paid a pretty penny for her time with him to, at least the owner was.

"Thank you." He spoke quietly, moving just a inch or so closer. His hand squeezing hers. "Yes, I know I am lucky in this... and its something I hope to be able to do for others." he admitted, leaning in for another kiss. Another taste. She handed him something sweet, and like a spoiled child he wanted another taste. Even if the adult in him knew he shouldn't get addicted.

[thenicestnobody]

Lucy would never see a brass farthing of the money that had bought her time, attention, and body for Thorfinn's pleasure. She was given a bed to sleep in, food to eat, and clothes to wear, though the nice things were allotted specifically for entertaining customers. If she ever left, or misbehaved, all those things could be denied her. Or worse.

She doesn't deny him the kiss he seeks. In fact, a soft hum of satisfaction comes from her at the contact. She's soft and yielding this time, allowing him the role of dominant to her subservient. But that doesn't mean she's any less eager. The hand on his cheek slips to the back of his neck, fingers curling against the nape. She could be content to do this for hours, and she resolves to let him request more, when he's ready.

[seekingvinland]

It was a shame, but there was a small army staying at a very nice royal home near by that could handle that with one word from the young prince. He didn't know, and Thorkell would never tell him, but he'd encourage the boy to do anything that could reawaken the warrior within him. If taking a brothel wench from the brothel would get Thorfinn to take up his daggers again, Thorkell would paint the town red in victory... in the blood of the owner.

He worked to be a little bolder in the kiss, one of his hands moving up to undo the toggle that held his fur cape in place, a simple dark blue tunic with gold trim was under the cape and black pants with high boots. A belt in the middle tying the look of the long haired man together. With the cape fallen from his shoulders he urged her forward, he knew what he had seen and he knew what he thought would be nice, but he still needed her guidance. Though the kiss was not yet broken, he was trying to pull their bodies closer without using his strength. He was big on consent.