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THE FORCED ORGASM MEME

The art of the active partner forcing their submissive to involuntary orgasms regardless of any restraint given. The idea is to push your partner to their absolute limits, until they beg for it to stop and push them some more until they have reached another state, until everything is a blur of emotions and feelings where they don't know what is up and what is down.

You decide how you go about it. Is it one orgasm after another or will you tease them to the edge and back before allowing each one? Will you keep going until they're sore and crying for a break or keep going and make them experience more pleasure than they ever thought possible? It's entirely in your hands tonight.

Stimulation can be done manually by hand, through vibrators place against the clitoris, internally for vaginal stimulation (or prostate for men), through sex (if you have the stamina), or even with fucking machines (for the adventurous!).

+ Post your character's name | series | any preferences you might have.
+ others go to RNG and respond.
+ Play nice! If someone is uncomfortable with something, then work out something else to do.

1. Manual Stimulation - Use your fingers to bring your partner off.
2. Toys - vibrators, dildos, g-spot and prostate stimulators. The possibilities are endless!
3. Sex - Test both of your stamina.
4. Oral - Show them how magical a mouth can be.
5. Machine - For the bold, let's let a machine do all the work. They never get soft or wear out!
6. Combo - Include multiple forms of stimulation.

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[ooc: no machines, please]

It had been months since the beach and Cuba, since he had been crippled and Erik had left along with Raven, Angel and Shaw's associates. And during that time they had gained back one of their lost, Darwin. Understandably what had happened to Darwin had taken him quite some time to adapt to, and once he had he'd managed to find them, come to stay with Charles and the others and had been a great companion for the telepath.

Alex and Hank did their best to be helpful, but most of the time both of them were quite uncomfortable with the more... private things Charles needed help taking care of. Darwin seemed ready to help without seeming at all bothered by any of it. And while it had taken Charles some time to get used to it, he had come to welcome Darwin's help, even if he still tried to be stubborn and do things on his own.

They had gotten to know one another much more than they had prior, having dinner together while playing a game of chess, talking about the future of the school Charles intended to have up and running for mutants as soon as he felt capable of handling it. And there were nights that Charles desired... more from him. But being as he was now, he was not quite as confident in requesting such attention from someone else, especially not after losing Erik. It was still sore for him, but Darwin was important to him now as well and so this night when Darwin walks with him to his room after their game of chess, stopping to say goodnight and offer him help into bed, Charles will nod, and allow him into his room as he had so many times.

But this time it wasn't just for his help. Once the door closes he'll wheel his chair over to the side of his bed and look over to the other mutant.

"I'm not so sure I'm ready for bed quite yet, though I would like you to stay with me... I you will." He's not being blatant about it, but he wonders if Darwin is catching his drift.

"I believe that I require your company longer than you may have thought, if you do not mind me being so demanding."

o h //////

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/builds a new ship to sail?

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gosh yes u/////u

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Charles brought out the most interesting new uses for Erik's abilities. Things he had never even considered as possibilities before the telepath. But Erik had a few creative ideas of his own, and this was one he was pleased to say was wholly his creation.

The restraints had been the easy part. The decorative curling metal design of the bed frame, twisted to wrap around Charles' limbs. Holding him stretched out and pinned for Erik's convenience. The challenge had been molding and bending the handful of metal scraps in his pocket. Smoothing and forming them until they were seamless.

A quirk of his fingers and the metal 'toy' twisted and moved in Charles' body. Erik's concentration almost wholly on the movements of his creation and the reactions they pulled from Charles. He had not touched the other mutant once with his own hands this evening. Even removing his clothes- metal in the zipper and belt. Charles' now ruined cardigan missing more than a few buttons now from the rough treatment of the bed frame 'arms'.

Through it all, Erik watched from the chair he had not moved from since Charles joined him. Pale eyes intent and focused.

oh mister Lehnsherr more you say?

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[prose preferred]

[No need to roll, I'll be doing combo. I prefer not to use machines.]

Edited 2012-08-03 07:05 (UTC)

he figured it was time for a change, just for the day. rare as it was, himuro wasn't quite in the mood to become masuda's impromptu performer, and he'd rather not go through the embarrassing threats of sharing personal childhood memories with the other patrons of the jazz bar.

instead, himuro took a detour near the station rather than taking his usual route and ended up at a somewhat more extravagant bar. it was certainly more classy and cleaner than the Cantaloupe, especially when he walked into the establishment, and himuro almost toyed with the idea of feeling uncomfortable were it not for the fact that he was already dressed semi-formally (with his perpetual need to wear a suit to work). regardless, he still walks in as though he were a regular of the establishment, taking his place at the bar next to another patron.

huh... there were some asian-esque features on him, but himuro could definitely tell the man was foreign. it should be unsurprising, since a lot of foreigners tend to migrate to places like this for a sense of familiarity-- bars like this and the Cantaloupe were a stretch from the usual appearance a traditional japanese bar would hold. with only the intention of being polite, he offers the man beside him a "Good evening," before regarding the bartender that had greeted him.