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)

Comments

[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.