03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Kalena cast a look over her shoulder, paranoid despite the estate being tucked away in private woods. The last thing she wanted was someone who knew her seeing her at the front door of Jack Hollifield, bottle of wine in hand. She'd come wrapped in a pretty purple dress with black pumps and a black hand purse, as if she'd been at a classy club or something. Not so. She'd changed out of sweats, kissed her daughter's head, and left her house under the excuse of a social gathering or whatever.
In truth: this was a booty call.
Their blind date had been...well, not what either had wanted. The trip to Jack's house afterwards? It had hit the spot exactly. Kalena had intended for that to be a one-and-done sort of thing, but for the last four nights she'd laid in bed burning as she thought about Jack's lips on her throat and all the other places they had explored.
So here she was, face fixed with a smile that betrayed her uncertainty.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Apr 4, 2023 22:02:46 GMT
After getting an unexpected but not unwelcomed text from Kalena, Jack had made an effort to clean himself a bit more. A quick change of attire was in order with a patterned blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black fitted jeans that did wonders for his backside. He then did a quick tidying up which ended up taking him all of ten seconds because Jack was very tidy already. He never the left anything out where it didn't belong and things got put away as soon as he was done using them. It was habit he'd picked up in his early 20s during college when his very messy roommate was constantly destroying their dorm room.
With a click of a button to turn on some music, hit 80s songs played at a low enough level to be easily ignored but still provide some comfortable background noise, there was soon a knock at the door.
Jack moved to open it and was met with the jaw dropping sight of Kalena in a sexy little club dress. "Wow, you'd catch the eye of any guy- or gal- anywhere in this town with that little number," he said with a grin and pulled the door open further. "Come on in. Make yourself at home."
Kalena felt a flush of relief when Jack opened the door. Why? Because, well, she was standing on his front porch. It was a vulnerable position to put herself in. What if he'd said no? What if he didn't want...this? To battle the insecurity she overdosed on a show of self-confidence. Her brow popped up her forehead at his compliment as a smirk she liked to think was sexy donned her glossed lips.
"A little roundabout for a compliment, but thanks, Jack." She stepped in, letting her eyes roam as if she hadn't been in this same house just three weeks or so ago. She only needed one guy's eyes caught tonight--the one she wanted to satisfy her very real, very womanly needs.
"You promised me wine." She spun on her heel as she delivered the words, her smirk growing into a grin.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Apr 14, 2023 15:03:35 GMT
Mmm, Jack definitely couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Memories of the last time they'd been here together kept filtering through his mind and he was feeling even more lucky that she'd reached out a second time. It certainly was a boost to his ego at the very least, not that a man with that much ego already really needed more of a boost.
His wandering eyes were caught as she spun around and he caught her smirk. His grin grew wider. "That I did," he said with a sparkle in his eyes. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" he asked, motioning to the couch. "White or red?"
Oh yes. The last time they'd been together--which had also been the first time--Kalena had made sure it was a night he wouldn't forget. She'd pulled out all the stops. Men seemed to like a freak in the bed, and Kalena had made sure to ride that line between doing things most women would be too embarrassed to do while also making sure Jack was always being pleasured. She'd done well, if she could think so herself.
"Will do." She promised as she set her purse and jacket in the appropriate place and headed towards his luxury living room. Sinking onto the couch, she brought up her leg, exposing more of her upper thigh than was already exposed, setting out the invitation early.
Post by Jack Hollifield on May 16, 2023 18:38:16 GMT
Jack's eyes, of course, instantly moved to the now extra skin that was exposed under her dress. He instantly forgot that he had just asked what kind of what she wanted and with the blood leaving his brain he moved into the kitchen to pour them both glasses, opting for red which was his preference. It wasn't any cheap brand either, this was Jack Hollifield we were talking about and he had a particular taste for the finer things in life.
Bringing back the glasses he offered one to Kalena before he sat down beside her, close enough that their thighs were touching. They both knew where this was going so there was little reason to beat around the bush.
"To memorable evenings," he toasted her before taking a sip of the wine.
Kalena had failed to answer him. That is, she thought she'd said 'white' but apparently hadn't opened her mouth. There was, unquestionably, something else on her mind. She was thirsty, but not for wine. Still, she took the glass with a coy smile, pretending she wasn't as desperate as she was, and brought it to her lips as she eyed Jack over the top of her glass.
"Mm. That's good." She remarked in surprise, examining her glass as if he'd spiked it and that was the only way it could be pleasing to her. She wanted to look down at his thigh touching hers but she refrained. Instead she looked at him again, all confidence.
"Humor me." She swirled her glass. "How many women show up at your door a week? Am I lucky to not have tripped over someone else?"
Post by Jack Hollifield on Aug 21, 2023 21:53:28 GMT
Jack wasn’t shy in his admiration of the gorgeous woman seated beside him. His gaze traveled up from their touching thighs and met her eyes only to quickly distracted as he glanced down at her kissable lips before meeting her gaze once more as she asked him a question.
He chuckled and took another sip of his wine before he replied. “Most women don’t have the kind of confidence that you do, Kalena,” he purred with praise in his voice. “It’s quite rare that a woman ends up at my door with such little notice.” He smirked and with all the suave of a man who was well practiced in such things, he used his free hand to brush underneath her jaw and he moved to tilt her face up more towards his and leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips.
Ah, yes, she thought as Jack pressed a kiss against her lips, one that she reciprocated, most women waited alone at home, praying to be called, huh? It sounded to her like Jack made a habit of going after the kind that were too weak to take what they wanted. He praised her now, but no doubt he liked the weak women better. The subservient kind. All men did. It stroked their egos and made them feel strong. Well, she wasn't here to make anyone feel strong. She was here to get hers and then get home.
Her hand fell to his upper thigh for a circular rub as she leaned into the kiss, keeping it from being something short and shallow.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Sept 14, 2023 3:47:48 GMT
They were hear for a specific purpose and neither pretended like they didn't know what that was. Plenty of women he met liked to have a drink or two before they felt they could really loosen up but he certainly didn't the need the help of alcohol to get him going and he had so far got the impression that Kalena didn't either.
Without ending the kiss he leaned slightly in order to set down his wine glass on the coffee table before his hand moved to her low back and he pulled her even closer to him, sinking into their kiss with passion over romance as his teeth gently tugged on her bottom lip before his tongue drew along her lips to invite hers to play. Her hand on his thigh had him parting his legs slightly to encourage further touch, though whether the action was conscious or subconscious was the real question. It hardly mattered.
Post by Kalena Irwin on Sept 16, 2023 17:27:36 GMT
Indeed, it hardly mattered. Kalena had been here before, tasted the goods, and decided she liked them. Tonight was a little about him, but it was mostly about her. She would do what she liked, make sure she enjoyed it--knowing he would too--and then she would leave. That was the plan.
The woman leaned in. She'd touch where encouraged, moan when appropriate, and ultimately get him on his back, be it on the couch, the floor, or in his bed, or a ride. She wasn't afraid to be loud, either.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Sept 16, 2023 18:32:42 GMT
Once it was clear that they were going full steam ahead, Jack had started to remove all of her clothes as he continued to kiss her while also guiding them towards his room. Unless she stopped him he'd continue. Her dress up above her hips by the time they walked away from the couch. The dress entirely removed and lying on the floor in the hallway. Her bra strap hanging over the doorknob to his bedroom. He hadn't quite had the pleasure of removing her underwear when she successful had him on his back on the bed.
His fingers tangled into her hair as he kissed her passionately and when he broke the kiss his moaned out his desire. "I want to taste you," he said to her.
Post by Kalena Irwin on Sept 16, 2023 18:49:26 GMT
Kalena was fully reciprocating. It occurred to her, because her brain never fully turned off, that this was a little reckless. Their parents wanted more than just this for them, but this seemed to be all they had to offer one another. And that was okay, right? This could be enough. It was certainly all she wanted. As accomplished as Jack might have been, he wasn't the tall glass of water she wanted to sip from for the rest of her life. In fact, Kalena wasn't even sure she needed a glass of water on her bedside for the rest of her life. She could be content to just go to the kitchen when necessary...right?
They were in the kitchen, hands plunged into the fridge.
"Yes." It was breathed hotly, barely any time given before her lips descended onto his once more.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Sept 16, 2023 19:10:03 GMT
No, it wasn't what their parents wanted but Kalena was hot as hell and the heated passion she had in these moments of intimacy was such an attractive quality. There was nothing quite like being with a woman who clearly wanted what you had to offer. She breathed out her answer and as soon as she did he moved to flip her so that it was her on her back.
His hands roamed over her perfect body before his lips started to follow and he was soon removing her panties. He tossed them towards a chair against the wall but missed and they landed on the floor beside the chair. He didn't notice as he started to use his mouth and tongue between her legs.
Post by Kalena Irwin on Sept 16, 2023 19:17:59 GMT
Kalena liked to think Jack wouldn't have been able to turn her over if she didn't want him to, but she wasn't sure. He cut a pretty lean figure, but she could tell he was strong. It served to fuel her fire of desire. Her hand flew to grasp at his hair, not hard, but enough to apply pressure, encouraging his oral pursuits. She panted and arched her back. He hadn't done this last time. She might have encouraged him to turn around so she could return the favor at the same time, but they weren't dating and this didn't need to be mutual. She'd lay back and enjoy this as long as he lasted.
Actually, she only lasted about a minute before she was ready to be fully satisfied. This was all just toying around. She wanted to finish. She wanted to reach the height of their encounter, and would be sure to give him the satisfaction of moaning his name.