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?
Price led the pretty little fox into his brother’s room, hands groping her and lips planting touches down her neck as they went. He’d sit back onto the bed, seeking to tug her on to him as he went.
“So listen,” he murmured, “I don’t have a condom. But—“ he broke off to grin up at her, “I’m really good at pulling out.”
Post by Calliope Bartlett on Dec 11, 2023 8:10:21 GMT
Callie didn’t know enough about Price to know which room he was leading her into, and honestly with his hand’s and lips on her she really wasn’t too concerned with finding out. She let herself be tugged down to him and raised a brow as he spoke. In this moment, the level of pent up frustration she’d been dealing with, she couldn’t even be bothered to worry about the lack of protection.
She dropped her flannel off her shoulders, letting it slide off her arms and to the floor, her white lace corset top and jean shorts hugging her curves as she pulled his face to hers and kissed him. “I’m on the patch, and can always buy a plan B if I’m too worried.” Callie knew plenty of girls who would love the thrill that went with unprotected sex with a Vanderson, but a teen pregnancy wasn’t in her plans, she had no intentions of that. But currently her need for physical connection was higher than her concern over protection in the moment.
Post by Price Vanderson on Dec 19, 2023 10:42:02 GMT
Price moaned when she mentioned her plan, as if a woman with a plan was an altogether orgasmic thing. Maybe it was for a chaotic, reckless young man like him.
His hands grabbed at the waistline of her jeans and he breathily begged between kissing,
“Take them off.” It was easy to get swept up in the moment. To indulge every craving he had for the momentary fulfillment. Did it ever last? Of course not. Price was toiling for purpose, chasing highs—both literal and not—as he struggled to understand why he was. Why he should be. Why to not stop himself from being anymore.
Currently, getting Calliope totally naked except for that lacy corset was his goal.
Post by Calliope Bartlett on Dec 19, 2023 14:08:17 GMT
Callie knew she was using him to meet a need she had for physical desires, and while part of her wanted to feel guilty; she felt he was likely using her in a similar way. Maybe not to meet needs not currently being met from another situationship, but for his own reasons and wants for sexual gratification. She had no further expectations in this scenario, which likely seemed cold coming from someone her age. But sex was just sex, nothing more. She just needed him for the moment, the fact that it was Price just made it a bit more fun and naughty.
“Mmm, yes Sir.” Callie managed between kisses, letting go if her hold on his face to slip off her shoes, socks and then unbuttoning the jean shorts. She took a slight step back, gave a playful wink and turned her back to him as she slowly removed the shorts, bending over for him to enjoy a perfect view of her mostly bare ass, thong still in place for the moment. There might not have been music, but her movements were seductive and slow, clearly enjoying giving him a striptease. She gave her ass a little slap before hooking her thumbs in the top of her thong and slowly bending to remove it as well, her perfect little ass visible for his enjoyment.
Callie turned back around, making no effort to remove the white lace corset, and closed the space between them, the scent of her sex already having soaked the thin little black lace thong in her hands, she gave a wink putting the wet part of the fabric in her mouth with a wicked grin, enjoying how she tasted. “I think you’re a touch overdressed, Price.”