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I. REGULAR

First time - One or Both of you are virgins.
Wedding Night - You've been waiting for this night forever. Or maybe not.
Masturbation - Put some porn on, get your hand ready, and have a good night with a friend.
Blow jobs - Sucky sucky, bucky bucky.
Penetrative - There's parking in the rear, or drive through the front.
Make up Sex - You did something wrong, and you're going to give this person the best night of their lives.
Up against the wall - You couldn't wait when they came in the door.
In the shower - Fun in the tub is something worth trying at least once.
Get away - You're on a romantic get away. Beach? Some snazzy motel? Whatever you'd like!
Been awhile - It's been awhile since you've seen each other, so it's time to make up for lost time!
Break up sex - This isn't make up sex, it's goodbye sex!
Hook up - You don't really love each other, but you are horny and neither of you is bad looking, so...
The big night - You've been dating forever (or maybe not!) and it's time to take the next step!
Doggy style - Sex from behind.
Frottage - You don't always need to penetrate! Sometimes grinding on each other is more than enough.
Spooning - Sex while you spoon... perfect way to start the morning!
Couch - Fooling around on the couch!
Massage and maybe something more - You want to pamper your lover tonight!
Candlelit - Wine, soft music, candlelights... maybe there was even a trail leading to the bedroom! Ultimate cheese.
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II. PUBLIC

At school - Under the bleachers, in the classroom, in the bathroom... maybe even on the principal's desk.
Amusement Park - You ran out of things to do? There's privacy on the ferris wheel.
In the park - Always a fun time, just stay away from the washrooms.
At the mall - Changing rooms = Happy Sexy Time
The sex store - How people are not caught having sex in here sometimes, is beyond me
Someone else's home - You so dirty. Hope they don't catch... or maybe you do.
Hospital - In the bed, in the restroom, maybe you just need a release from anxious waiting for news on that loved one!
In the car - The backseat and foggy windows, over the hood... maybe the engine's still going for that extra thrill!
In the woods - Camping or on a hike, you though that tree looked mighty friendly.
In the restroom - You couldn't wait to get out of the restaurant or wherever you are, so a stall will just have to do.
Under the table - Teasing your lover (or being teased in return!) under the table at a restaurant. Hands, mouth, whatever you can think of.
Elevator - Getting off while you're going up, you just can't wait and you don't care who might catch you.
Back of the club - You can't wait until you get out of this club to get your hands on each other...
At a concert - You don't want to miss the show, but you also don't want to pass up the chance to get a little more intimate either.
Against a window - Up against a window where anyone looking could see...
Putting on a show - Sex in front of people. Maybe you were really drunk at the bar or someone paid for it... maybe you just want to do it for the thrill.
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III. HARDCORE

Non-Con - They say no, you'll make them say yes.
Dub-Con - They may not have initially wanted to, but they'll like it eventually.
Bondage - Super tight, hanging from things, unable to move, really hot.
Fisting - One, two, three, four, five... and then one again.
Blood play - Red is a really lucky color... not for someone.
Power play - Someone is in charge, and will make sure that the other person isn't. People in power are crazy.
Cock & ball/pussy torture - Clothes pins, hitting, and anything else you can imagine that can make you hurt oh-so-good.
Flogging - Spanking, whipping, flogging, and whatever else you can think of. Someone's been naughty.
Orgasm denial - They might want to so bad, beg and plead, but you're not going to let the come yet. Or maybe not at all.
Forced orgasms - Either made to come multiple times or roughly brought to orgasm despite any discomfort.
Double penetration - Either in two separate holes or the same one. It could be two toys, a penis and a toy, two penises... or the combinations are endless! Either way, you're going to be stuffed full.
Ice play - Ice cubes on the skin or even inside to cool you down.
Wax play - Wax from candles poured over the skin. Doesn't it burn so good?
Fighting - It's like Fight Club... only it ends in dirty, dirty sex.
Electrosex - Electrical stimulation to nerves for sexual stimulation, in particular the genitals and nipples.
Sensory deprivation - it can make orgasms even stronger!
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IV. ROLEPLAY

Teacher and Student - Someone needs a better grade.
Doctor and Patient - Time to give someone the best bedside treatment they can.
Cop and Criminal - Those handcuffs are finally coming in handy.
Master and Servant - Those servants have to serve someone. A housewife and butler, rich man and maid... those outfits are hot.
Strangers - Oh, you've never met this hot, delicious, naked stranger. Maybe it's time to get acquainted.
Enemies - Oh I hate you! Oh but I'll have sex with you anyways!
Cowboys - Or cowgirls. Yee-haw!
Fireman - or woman. Oh, you're going to be putting out a fire, alright.
Pizzaboy - They don't have the money to pay, but you accept other forms of payment, thankfully.
Good guy and bad guy - Maybe they're trying to take over the world and the only way to stop the is through hot sex.
Vampire and victim - You're going to drink their blood... only probably not.
Prostitute - They paid for you.
Incest - parent or sibling kink? Go ahead and play it out.
Priest - They need to confess to you...
Kidnapper - Uh-oh, they got you now! What ever will they do to you?
Shy virgin - You're a shy virgin but don't worry, they'll teach you the ropes!
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V. TOYS

Dildo - Simple, easy to use, and goes in any proper hole.
Vibrator - Tiny and portable, it goes everywhere... and works everywhere.
Fleshlight - It's like a hole... but not exactly.
Strap-on - Girl or guy. Maybe you're wanting one, or wanting a longer one.
Cock Ring - Basically, a trolling way to make sure someone can't finish what they started.
Anal Beads/Ben Wa Balls - Maybe a dildo isn't good enough. These toys are balls of fun.
Fucking machines - Machines with one purpose only, to fuck you senseless. They usually have a dildo attached and speed controls.
Unusual objects - Cucumbers, candles, or even electric toothbrushes!
Clamps - Nipples, labia, clit, penis, there's not limit to what can be clamped in a sexy way!
Playing with danger - The handle of a knife, a gun, it's time to walk on the wild side!
Dolls - They make some awfully realistic dolls...
Sex swing - A suspended seat made specifically for sex.
Water - A detachable shower head, jets in a tub, there are a lot of way to be stimulated!
Pumps - Pumps can go over the nipples, clit, or on the penis and create a very stimulating amount of suction.
Anal plugs - They vibrate, stimulate, or just keep you ready for fun later.
Speculum - Want a look inside?
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VI. FAIL

Can't get it up - For some reason, you can't get hard. Or, if you're a girl, you're just not getting wet.
Not in the mood - You don't know what it is, sex just isn't interesting you tonight.
Cramp! - Ow, nothing ruins a mood like an ill timed cramp somewhere!
Caught - You just got caught by someone and the reaction isn't a good one!
You called me what - Dirty talk got out of hand and the other went a step too far!
Distraction - You're just distracted by the phone or the TV or a huge project you've got coming up...
It's not you - or yeah, maybe it is. You're just not attracted to the other person anymore (or maybe you never were!)
Can't get there - Maybe it's the position or something else, but you just can't get to the big finish, no matter how hard you try. Your partner might not have any problem.
Injury - Fell and hit your head, knocked something off on you... somehow you injured yourself!
Missing item - Where's the lube? The condoms? Ahh, how can we do this?
It broke - Uh-oh. The condom just broke...
Gross - Your partner got you to do something or suggested something you're just really not into...
Too drunk - Whiskey sounded like fun, but now it's having ill effects on your sex life.
Five seconds isn't bad! - You came embarrassingly fast...
Guilty - You did something wrong, went behind your lover's back, cheated, or something.
I'm fine, really - Or not. You're actually injured, but you don't want your lover to see and they definitely would if you took off any clothes.
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VII. MISCELLANEOUS

Dirty talk - Most people like a little dirty talk... either you've determined to get your lover off with dirty talk alone or you're just getting them in the mood
Threesome - Two is fun, three is better. It's fine to play the third person as an NPC if you don't have a third partner.
Can we please... - Can we please have a threesome/try this position/do this? Your lover is trying to convince you to spice things up!
Phone sex - You want to get your lover off, but you're not right there with them.
Dirty pictures/video - You're making a video or taking some sexy pictures for a private collection.
Looking at/Watching porn - Enjoying porn together can bring you closer!
Sex drug - You've been given a sex drug and you need to get laid right now.
Cheating - You're cheating on your lovers with each other.
Voyeurism - You want to watch your lover have sex with someone else or for someone to watch the both of you together.
Possessed - Your lover isn't... exactly themselves. Too rough? Too gentle? Maybe they weren't even your lover before this...
Sexswapped - One or both of you is the opposite sex!
Glory hole - Stimulation awaits on the other side!
Sex club - You're in a club specifically for sex. Relax, have fun, try not to interrupt any orgies!
Teasing - Sending dirty texts, whispering things in your lover's ear, or just bending over a little too much, you're determined to drive your lover crazy with teasing.
Blackmailed - You were blackmailed into doing this...
Webcam/IM - You're cybering!
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She's sure he can feel her eye on him as he moves from the bar out of sight and for a moment she feels her pulse quicken. Maybe Vaas was right. Maybe she was mad. But then she hears the door to her lounge and it's as if she's doused in cool water.

The lounge up here is far smaller than the advertised VIP section, designed with a touch that reflects Citra personally rather than try to impress anyone who arrives. The floor is hardwood, the bar is small but entirely Top Shelf and there are only three small tables, with leather booths around them. The walls are adorned with art from home, pieces of art from the women of the Rakyat and a mural that looks like it belongs more in a temple than in a club. The only other soul seems to be another bodyguard who eyes Jack when comes in.

Citra is leaning at edge of the bar, in leather pants that sit low on her hips and a half halter that show off the ink on her shoulder, her belly and the very top curve of her hip. Barefoot and nursing a bottle of whiskey that are probably more than some of her patron's rent, she does not move when Captain Jack Harkness introduces himself. She only smirks and downs the rest of her glass in a single gulp.

"Tinggalkan kami" she says, with a lazy flick of her wrist.

The man who escorted Jack and the one present both hesitate, looking from their boss to this stranger. Citra huffs, eyes flicking up to the man closest to her.

"Now."

Both men nod and leave, at a pace best described as 'appropriately hurried', which leaves Citra to her drink and Jack watching her. Still not having looked at Jack, she walks back behind the bar and pours herself another healthy looking glass.

"Why do you think I called you here," she asks, accent lilting. "Captain Jack Harkness?"

The sure smile doesn't waver from his face, but Jack takes a moment to appreciate the room, the atmosphere...the woman. His eyes wander, tracing the lines he can see of the tattoo, his mind filling in the gaps where the ink vanishes under clothing. The way her underlings react to her contrasts with the subtlety of the decor in here. This isn't a show of power; this woman has power.

So he lazily takes a few steps in, eyes not straying from her again. "The woman who owns this place, and everything in it. Enough power to have anything you want, and you decide you want me for something?" Curiosity mingles with playfulness.

"Last I checked, I don't owe you any money. I'd remember if I'd met you before," his voice drops to a slight purr, trying to roll over her the way his eyes are.

His tone doesn't change, even as his words do. "Which means that if you called me here, you might want somebody dead. You don't look like the type of woman who's afraid to get her hands dirty, so it's not an outsource. So if that's your business, it's me you want dead, and wanted to do the job personally."

He steps even closer, close enough that it would only take a second for her to reach him, to strike him, or do anything else she wanted to him. "But I really hope that you invited me up here for something more fun."

"Miss....?" Because he actually doesn't know who she is.

Now that she's facing him, it's easy to see how a man could write her off. She is pretty and it would be easy to roll under the gaze of those striking green eyes. However, she is currently in no mood to play at cuteness and the faded tattoo on her chin is a mark of the exact sort of toughness that simmers under the skin.

She doesn't answer the first question, so he keeps on talking and it makes her smile and the sharpness of her gaze soften a hair. He approaches and the grin widens, her gaze narrowing as he conjectures about the nature of her summons and for a moment, she does marvel at his boldness.

"Jadilah senang kau tampan...You are cocky, Captain. but smart."

She purrs in response to his request for her name, not bothering to hide the appraisal in her gaze now that he's closer.

"If I wanted you dead you would not be in my club and if you owed me money, you would not be in my lounge..." she begins, looking back at the collection of bottles behind her.

She looks back at him, nodding at the wall.

"What do you drink?"

One corner of his mouth rises, deepening the dimple in one cheek. "Scotch," something old, like him. "And it's better to the cards out on the table early. Good thing you see I'm cocky before you make other decisions."

You are within the realm of a predator, Jack, the lioness has let you right into her den, but she wants you here for pleasure. Her pleasure. So what should you not do? Push your luck.

What are you going to do?

"Without a name, what should I call you? I draw the line at Mistress." Poor associations. "But who are you? Other than, clearly," a slight respectful nod of his head, "the lady in charge?"

The light in her eyes seems to change in an instant, from flame to laser, as she grips him by the collar and nearly pulls him over the bar. Off balance to her liking, she leans in to speak in his ear in a voice low and far too intimate.

"I know you are trying to figure out which way to best charm me, Captain. Chatter less and stop seeking something I haven't given you."

Pressing a kiss to his temple, she releases her hold on him and waits for him to settle back down. She meets his eye and waits a moment, arching a brow before turning to the wall and retrieving a bottle of scotch for him.

"Sit down. And take off your coat."

Reaching under the bar, she sets a glass next to the offered scotch.

"I am a woman a very long way from where I should be and I think I see something similar in you. Are you wandering, Jack?"

That happened sooner than expected, which actually promises such good things for the night ahead. He was surprised, but he doesn't pull away or tense, there's no automatic resistance. The grip and pull is still just playing, but it's enough to get his attention and shut his mouth. Even Jack can't explain how something in his mind clicks into place at the feeling. The lady knows what she wants, and she wants Jack, but it's on her terms. There's might be no need for the charm or the game or the lies. You don't need to sell her on it.

She lets him go, and he does tug his coat back into place without thinking. He shrugs off the coat, folds it over his arm before placing it on the next empty stool.

There's a look a little too honest in his eye when she asks that question. "Yes." Unwavering, before he blinks, and moves to open the scotch. He thinks as he pours. What you think you see. What you want in me that you called me up here for. But if you don't want me to play to what you want, then, all right. I'll show you what's here.

"I'm not sure if there is a place I should be anymore. The last time I stayed in a place because I thought it was my duty, that was the place I belonged? I rained down too much trouble on its head. So that's not the place to be anymore."

The lack of resistance surprises her, expression a hair warmer than neutral as he pours his drink. She refills her own as he puts the coat down. He has potential at the very least, even if he's not much of a warrior on first pass. However, his answer piques her interest legitimately. Not many men would dare look her in the eye -not after such brusque treatment- and not many would have something behind it.

It's the look of a man who has, put charitably, seen some shit and when he elaborates, she leans on the bar chin in hand. She watches him with a twinkle in her eye, before smirking and taking a long sip from her glass.

"Citra."

Jack nods and acknowledges what he's been given with a slight raise of his glass. "A pleasure to meet you, Citra."

But the curiosity creeps back into his gaze. Give the man anything, and he'll try for more. "But where should you be if not here? You've certainly created a place for yourself," he gestures around them, a place that she is unquestionably in total control of.

"But I picture you somewhere more..." Oh, what's the word he wants to use here? "Dangerous."

"The danger seems nice and wrapped up," he cocks his head towards the tinted window, the way to look out on the patrons and various acts going on beneath them. "A way to control it, but a way to get it to come to you." He puts his glass down. "Whenever you want it."

"It is toothless here."

Her eyes flick to the window, distant as she traces the rim of her glass with a finger. In a more foul mood, she would bristle as his curiosity, but all she can manage to think of is how odd things have been lately. She had dreamt of the jungles that raised her, the prick of the needle on her face.

"My home was once an island, far away from any map drawn. It was beautiful, but unkind to anyone unworthy. My people are the protectors of the island and our cousins who shared the land with us." She takes another sip of whiskey, draining the glass.

Walking from behind bar she goes back to the window, fingers pressing lightly on the glass as she examines the crowd below. The bass of the music is pulsing so hard she can feel it in the glass and she can't help wanting it to be a pulse under her fingers.

"They rejected me, eventually. They called me crazy for doing what needed to be done. They shunned me for not being born of the island. So I left, came back to the land of my birth and made this place, for my people here that they look down on."

She turns to face him, the alcohol bringing a flush to her skin. Inebriated, she moves better than most people sober - the stalk of her usual movement smoothing out into something that feels serpentine.

"You tell me I control this place," There's barely enough room to avoid touching, even if she does reach stroke the line of his jaw.

"You are not nervous?"

Her words bring a startled look to Jack's face, and he watches her even more intently as she crosses the room. What she says strikes a chord in exactly what he is trying to run from. The will to do what needed to be done, and losing a home in the process. He lets her hand rise, the slightest of touches across his jaw, a much gentler stroke out of a woman who could turn it into a strike at any moment.

But. Nervous? "There's way more to fear out there than a show of force." His hand rises, it doesn't quite touch her hand in return, but this close, he can feel the heat coming off of her.

"You can't hurt me." Not overconfidence, but he is stating a fact. "There's no need to be- toothless." He finally touches her hand, presses it more firmly to his cheek. He doesn't flinch from her touch or her gaze, breath coming a touch faster in anticipation of what she will choose to do.

Citra keeps his eye as she strokes his cheek,cocking her head lightly at him as she considers those two sentences. His lack of fear is interesting and the threat of pain, however mild, fails to move him. It would surprise her, if not for the subtle shallowing of his breath.

He is...aroused by her.

Not simply by the idea of sex, though she figures that doesn't hurt his mood at all. No, Jack has an acute awareness of her and her mindset; he knows he is likely out of his depth dealing with her and he accepts it.

"You are a strange man, Jack." Her thumb brushes across his cheek before she trails her touch down his throat. "You consider your image, yet lack fear of my reaction."

She pulls him in, pressing a hungry and sure kiss to his lips as she grips his collar.

"You say that I can't hurt you, but you tell me there is no need to dull myself for you."

Her fingers twist as she leads him, eyes shining as she grins and tightens her hold. One hand goes to his, but guides his touch to the skin just above the waist of her pants rather than her hips.

"Is pain what you want?" Her movement is smooth as she leads them back towards one of the booths, skin sliding under his fingertips.

"Tell me the hunger that speeds your breath."

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Jack's head gently tilts up, giving more space for her touch. More and more, there will always be a slight greed driving Jack's moments with another. He wants all of them, everything they are willing to give, so that he can drown himself in the feeling.

The kiss has just the same feeling behind it, of wanting, of need. And Citra asks what he wants so bluntly. No need for games or pretenses here. Is pain what you want, Jack? In a nice, controlled but uncontrolled setting such as this, where another woman is in charge, but not one who wants you dead?

"I've lost my home, because of my own actions," a nod to Citra, a sympathy towards what she just said. "And there's only one man out there who could have given redemption or forgiveness or passed down a judgement for those actions. He's the only one I would have accepted it from. And I've just learned he's never coming back."

Unmoored and truly adrift for the first time in centuries. "I need- something real. To know that I'm still here." Pain, punishment, retribution, as he said? A little of it all? This is certainly the woman who could dole it all out.

Citra purrs at Jack's obedience, hand settling over his throat harmlessly. He is seeking something greater, something to take him away from this darkness that surrounds him. Turning to back him against the seat, she looks him over and meets his gaze with a smirk.

"I wonder," she drawls, fingers tightening slightly on his neck. "if those are those the words of a coward."

It isn't a question; they're not here to stitch themselves together and she certainly has no hand for the type of healing he probably needs. She presses another kiss to his lips, slow and deep before biting his bottom lip.

"You will not stay for kindness or gentility. Clear?"

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