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(OOC: I'm waiting on Hematoma's direction, since she has at least three characters here)

Dahlia Dahlia permitted the wall to meet her back. Michael loomed over her, nibbling at her neck and dipping wanton fingers into her. She permitted that too. She permitted everything Michael could ever do with her. She reached around his neck, clawing his back lightly while drawing a lazy leg...

Andreas perks up at Silvan's voice, greeting him with a wide smile. "My friend! Good mornin--" With Tila's squeeze, Andreas perks up even more so in other ways. "I take it you enjoyed your cream, little kitten." "Very well!" Andreas addresses Silva again. "I'm distilling the essence of th slime...

Dahlia Dahlia let go automatically, slumping aquatically over his back like a beached mermaid. If she breathed like humans often do, she would be panting. The rough buzz in her vocalizer made up for it. "AAAAnything Michael," she replied pliantly. "Have me, take me. Make me yours. I want to be...

Andreas engulfs his breakfast with gusto while heating a specimen tube containing some of the slimegirl material with his fingers. He has gently balanced another, wider tube on it, catching the steam that effervesces from the goo and watches it roll down its sides into a plate he has "borrowed"...

Tentative submission schedule, for realsies, from level of completeness: The Afterparty, At the Cabin, Tales of Silver Lake, Pyramid Mall

Dahlia At the words that Michael wanted to mark her, Dahlia's mind opened once again. Swollen neural nets bled electricity into her muscles, and she tensed over him. "Oh Michael, yes, please, show everyone that no one else can have me but you, no matter how hard they try." She gripped him at...

Dahlia "You like this, love?" Her blue hair, darkened by the water, lay plastered sexily on her face, and cascading drops dripped from his lips. "I love pleasing you Michael." She rubbed her leg over his, her dewy crotch scraped over his thigh. "It takes two men to fuck me to get me off, but I...

Dahlia The smoothness of the shower wall burned coolly against her back. She writhed fluidly over Michael, the water and soap between them giving her body a fine sheen. She extracted more soap, lathering herself completely, then carefully rubbing her body across his. Her breasts smeared across...

Dahlia Throwing her arms around his neck, she hung against him, fiercely returning his kiss. She broke it and said, "Anything you want Michael. You're the only one I trust like this, giving myself to you. What do you want, my love? How can I love you right now?"

Dahlia As Michael leaned back, Dahlia slid up his chest, then down across his stomach. "That would be... interesting... and much more enjoyable. And, you know Michael, I don't have a last name..." She paused. "Well, I did... once. Another life." She smiled. "But, I like the sound of 'Dahlia...

Dahlia Her arms slid around to his chest, pulling him into a tight embrace. Her breasts rolled against his back, slippery with the water, and she couldn't help the tingle growing between her legs again. "How can I control it then? I don't want you to feel that kind of hurt that I now know...

Dahlia She smiles weakly, saying, "I'd love to," before stepping in with him. The eventual rush of warm water feels cleansing against her skin as she sidles next to Michael. She offers to wash his back as she begins. "I... needed release. Badly. At first, I understood your jealousy and hurt...

Relying purely on the whims of fate and merely not searching for someone are two different things. One is fatalism, the other is an active choice. I wholeheartedly support what you're doing, Simon, in focusing on bettering yourself and your life, and in doing that, you may indeed find someone...

Dahlia She moves to him, soothingly sliding his arms around his torso and leaning into his warmth. "They... Trent, Nathan, and Abigail, they wanted to study your reaction too. To see if you truly cared for me like I care for you. Cindy wanted them to tell you, but they felt they needed a real...

Absolutely. Best advice. Everyone I've known, including myself, stopped looking when they found their special person(s) (shout out to the polyamorous people I've known). Don't be concerned, Simon. You'll find them.

Dahlia Dumbstruck, she sighs with a chuckle, and then throws herself around Cindy with a chuckle. "You're a good grandchild," she replies absently before bolting from the room. "Michael!" She runs the various corridors down to the bathroom, her bare feet echoing on the floor. A sense of déjà...

I have said that before myself, but if it weren't for certain rather terrible events in my life, I know I never would've met my wife. Sometimes, the bullshit and complete obliviousness you may have is important in a way.

Dahlia "M-Michael, wait, can I--?" But he was gone, left without him again. Glumly, she stood, feeling Trent slip from her. He dribbles from her, exciting her in spite of herself, his juices commingling with Nathan's as they form rivulets down her legs. As Abigail spoke, a surge of irritation...