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Sex is a dirty, taboo act that needs to be restricted to — No, scratch that.

The place you live now has a sex-friendly, sex-positive culture. Sex is a social activity often used to strengthen bonds and it's no big deal to discuss or indulge openly. It's always been this way — your character has grown up accordingly so there's no excuse for blushy blushy inhibitions. General physical affection that doesn't necessarily end in sex is also very highly encouraged and thought to better one's well being.

So go out there and touch someone. It's for the good of the group.

HOW TO

- Post a top comment, including the usual information in the header. Listing preferences for pairings, prompts, and kinks is also recommended.
- Tag around using the prompts provided or your own ideas!

PROMPTS

ANGER — Fighting with a friend and need to settle yourselves down? Maybe your friend is angry at something/someone else or even themselves! Take them aside and help blow off some steam.
HAPPINESS — You're so happy you could kiss someone. That and more is a perfectly acceptable form of celebration!
SADNESS — Someone's looking down in the dumps, but a little affection goes a long way.
JEALOUSY — They can't have the one they want, but maybe you can take their mind off of them. Or perhaps you're the one being pined after and you feel like throwing them a bone?
REMORSE — You've wronged them, they've wronged you. Now it's time to reconcile your differences and make up. By making out.
FEAR — Whether in the middle of being kidnapped or just watching a scary movie, you'll hold them, comfort them, pet them a little... or a lot.
ANXIETY — There's an upcoming big game/job interview/boss battle/other important event and someone's feeling jittery. Willing to lend a hand to help calm their nerves?
CURIOSITY — Wow! This person really fits your type to a T, whether due to looks or their proclivities that you've discovered through frank discussion. Luckily, it's no big deal to tell them as much.
GRATITUDE — You are bursting with it and ready to lavish it upon this person.
LOYALTY — You've got their back; you'd never do them wrong. It's time to show it and foster some camaraderie.
PLAYFULNESS — Tickle fights, cops and robbers, or distraction tactics for the workaholic in your life. It's all in the name of fun!
BOREDOM — No seriously, you've been in this line forever. It's not like anyone around is going to mind a show, right?
WE DO WHAT WE WANT — The obligatory wildcard option because this list is by no means exhaustive.

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Alicia blushed deeply and.. couldn't hold back a loud moan this time. Not that there was any real need to hold back anyway, as nobody would care that they were doing each other, but..

...well, for Alicia, it was a matter of pride, and moans were embarrassing.

She grinned, then. "You know you're the only person who can make me moan quite like this.." she assured her friend. She tried to move her hips along with Imogen's thrusting, so that she could try and use a bit of leverage to rub the toy against Imogen in return.

"Mmh. At once? Uhh. Depends on what you mean by... 'at once'." she said, with a smirk.

Imogen never understood being embarrassed by moaning, unless there was a reason not to have sex in that particular time and place. Which was rare for her. But at the same time she enjoyed watching Alicia squirm and try to restrain herself, and eventually fail.

"Flattery will just make sure I get you to moan louder," Imogen leaned in and kissed the edge of Alicia's jaw as she thrust with a small circle of her hips. "And I mean, in one session, where you didn't take any breaks, get dressed, or stop."

"So for me," Imogen kissed the other girl's cheek, "It's three boys," then a kiss on the neck, "and four girls," a kiss on the upper part of the breast, "and a large amount of bourbon infused whipped cream." She thrust into Alicia's G-spot again, while biting her left nipple. It was a shame Alicia wasn't in town that weekend, she would have enjoyed that party.

Alicia had been off a couple towns over playing a show. Which meant that she had a party of her own, but even then, hearing stories about the one she missed really made her sorry that she had.

Of course, it was always fun playing a show where she ended up topless at the end of it, but, well, there were some experiences that were tradeoffs.

She moaned again as she felt Imogen's teeth on her nipple. "Ohh! Mmm..." she caught her breath, and continued, "Well, once, after a show, I.. I thought I'd challenge myself a little and see if I could get all the guys in the audience, one after the other. So.... thirteen or so?" she said, trying to do a count in her head while being filled and pleasured.

"God, that was way more exhausting than I thought it would be."

"Oh, thirteen? Never done that before," Imogen also didn't really do things with strangers. Not unless she was really out of sorts. She was, in some ways, a romantic. Just one who was romantic with three guys, four girls, and very drunk licking whipped cream off of them. "Was it just them fucking you, or did you do other stuff with them? I mostly ask cause I wanna see how long before you can't string sentences together."

Imogen's last comment might have something to do with her hand on Alicia's waistline, and her thumb teasing the girl's clit as Imogen continued her toy's contact on Alicia's g-spot. Although Imogen was curious as to how thirteen guys in one night would go, after a concert which had to be its own type of buzz... she could get answers after the other girl had forgotten what day it was for a few moments.

Well, that thumb on her clit was definitely making her start to squirm. She couldn't help herself. Her body just started moving of its own accord, wriggling on the bed. "Oh- ohhh..." she squealed as her movements caused that toy to rub inside of her even more, and her heart started racing as she realized there wasn't a lot she could do to stop herself.

She could still string... one or two sentences together, though.

"Th- they were just.. fucking me..." she said. "Um. I... I fucked back, at first.. but.. after the fourth or fifth... and the show... all I could do was just lay there..."

"That... doesn't seem like as much fun, but I'm not a guy." Imogen slowed her thrusts down to intolerable deliberate movements. Watching, smirking, "I like to see my partner squirm, and wiggle, and what their body wants."

And just as suddenly as Imogen slowed, she resumed pounding Alicia like she was meant for such things. Imogen wouldn't have enjoyed being party six, who just got a girl too far gone to care. Not without the right toys to make sure Alicia was responsive to everything. "So what'd you do when they were all done with you, how sore was everything?"

Almost as if on command, she did start squirming as Imogen started pounding her with that toy. She even looked down so she could watch it going into her...

"Mmmh. Seemed fun for the guys.." she gasped. "For me, it was just.. exhausting. I mean.. oooh." she gasped, as the next thrust hit her hard. "Interesting. But once I got too tired, I was there to be used by them." she said, blushing deeply at that particular memory.

"And ooooh, was I ever sore...."

"Well, clearly you needed someone there to take care of you after." Imogen would never submit to doing anything like that without some plan ahead of time to take care of her. But she was kinda a wimp when it came to pain, and as much as she was random she was rarely out of control. It was an issue.

"Next time you do something that... ill planned, let me know. I'll find some girls who will pamper you after." Imogen was still pounding Alicia rigorously, but her hand moved gently to cup the girl's face. The lightest and gentlest of touches.

She just gasped, over and over. "Mmmgh.. would you wanna... watch?" she asked, speaking between deep breaths and moans as she tightened herself around that toy.

"Mmmh. I'm close..give it to me harder...just a little harder.."

"I've always wanted to direct," Imogen paused, the head of her toy just inside as she savored the tableau of Alicia on her back asking for it. Before pressing her thumb into the girl's clit and pounding with hard, defined strokes with her toy.

"I would get to tell you and your boys what to do, maybe even... film it? I have great ideas!" Maybe she should ask again when Alicia's head isn't full of sexual euphoria. That was a little unfair.

Well, Alicia couldn't respond anyway, as the sudden rush of sensation coming from her clit and from where the toy was rubbing, hard, against the inside of her body.

"Oh- Ohhhhh...." her moan was long and low as her climax started to take her, her entire body shuddering as she frantically reached for something to hold on to, something to grip as she tensed up with pleasure.

The filming part really did sound wonderful.

Imogen let Alicia ride through her orgasm, keeping her digit the girl's clit. Then when she's sure that her friend is through her fun climax, she cupped the girl's face with both hands and kissed her.

She leaned down to get close to Alicia's ear, whispering sweetly, "The first suggestion I'd make if you had a lot of guys, is watching you take three at once." That's the film she'd like to make, but Imogen had an enjoyment in vicarious living. It wasn't better or worse than doing it herself, but it was a different experience, which she liked.

After her climax ran its course, she just kind of... flopped down onto the bed, her arms and legs splayed outward. It wasn't a very dignified position, but she was too shaky and filled with post-climax glow that she didn't particularly care.

She did return the kiss, though, appreciatively.

"MMmh.. I've never done that before..." she admitted. "Mm. You really wanna direct something? Film something? I'd be your star, you know.." she smiled a bit. "Film me all you want..."

Imogen grinned, reached above Alicia and quickly snapped a photo of the undignified but very sexy pose her partner had collapsed into. She leaned over and played with Alicia's hair a little. Either oblivious to the fact she still had a large dildo buried in her friend... or she just didn't think it was important.

"It's always good to try new things. And if we film it you can see all the interesting faces you make." Imogen was playing it off like it was nothing, but it meant a lot to her that Alicia was okay with this idea. Imogen wasn't used to putting ideas like this out there, no matter how confident she played it. "Plus I want to see how differently you act with the Hawthorne effect in play. Do you fuck differently while being observed?"

Alicia was juuuuuust fine with having the toy still in her. It made her feel....fulfilled, somehow. And also just plain filled. She probably would have objected if Imogen had tried to remove it too soon.

"So you mean, like.. do I put on a show?" she asked, too tired to even hide from the camera at this point. "I, uh... dunno, actually!" She'd never quite paid attention, other than that people tended to want to do crazier things with her if there was a crowd.

Imogen happily took a few more shots. Because she is an artist, and that includes photography. And she feels like this work of art was directly caused by her... talents. They were for her personal collection, of course. Not that... there was any shame in public photos, but she liked some things all to herself.

"Something like that, its that people act more... enthused, while they are being observed. You don't have to even be thinking about it, but you might moan a bit louder, writhe a bit more obviously... it'll be quite the learning experience." Imogen grinned, mixing science and sex was always fun. She found herself a little... inhibited, when there was an audience, unless she caused the audience to happen. But Alicia was a stage singer, she had to enjoy the crowd. Especially if she decided to fuck every guy there because she could that one time. "I mean, would you have just had sex with a bunch of guys if you weren't doing a show with an audience. Actually, you probably would, just... not to the point you were too sore to move."

Alicia tried to move her arms to cover her face, and..failed.

"H-hey! I don't exactly look my best right now, you know..." she said, though her protest was teasing, at most.

"And...yeah, you're probably right. But I dunno if I actually do it any differently..."

"I think you look absolutely fuckably perfect," Imogen grinned and, of course, took a few photos of her attempts to cover herself. "Besides, these are just for me. I have something else in mind for Christmas cards."

It is very hard to tell how serious Imogen is about this. She could be joking... or not. She has done some... interesting photo christmas cards before.

"We'll find out whenever we do this?" Imogen leaned in with a kiss to Alicia's wrist. "Not that it really matters, fuck differently fuck the same, I just want to film you surrounded by hunky guys enjoying every inch of you." Imogen's grin was a little more wicked than usual... but she was playing. Ish.

Alicia could never quite tell when the girl was playing... like now. With the Christmas card thing.. and the rest of it. Not that it mattered. Between that and Imogen's playful kisses, Alicia was getting quite aroused again. Enough that she could shakily move her arms and legs a little, at least.

"Mm. Fuckably, huh...?" she said. "Gonna put that comment to the test again..?"

Imogen rolled her eyes. There was an energizer bunny joke in here somewhere, cause when it came to sex Alicia jest kept going and going and... or she kept coming and coming. Either way Imogen was a little jealous, she never had quite this drive unless she had a few more people around. "You're really not happy unless you fuck to the point you dislocate something are you?"

But, Imogen was a people pleaser. She gave Alicia some slow methodical strokes with the strap-on, to see how sore she was. Given that they were still joined at the hips, "Any requests for how fuckable I should find you?"

Alicia smirked. "I've never dislocated anything. Well, except that one time I think I almost did, but, uh, that was kinda my own fault and it didn't happen during the fucking, anyway." she said.

She did, however, wince a little at the motions of the strap-on.

"Mmh. Uh. Maybe, uh, only mildly fuckable right now?" she said, an apologetic look on her face.

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