Hello there,

Yes you!

I am looking for a woman who's interested in exploring her sexual desires with me.

You can be a innocent woman or a repressed woman with an open mind or an experienced woman looking for something.

I intend to flirt with you,

Ask you cheeky, naughty and dirty questions...

You're going to blush while you chat with me and get to know me better or as we play on.

I would like to make you tingle with every message of mine, make you mind, body and soul think about the naughty things I describe in the moment as you are right there, right now.

You can be any woman 25+.

Feeling you're too old for me? I prefer the company of a woman older than me .

I promise discretion and will facilitate any needs you may have.

Hopeful to hear from you

Don't be shy or anxious

I promise to be gentle unless you're looking for something intense, then we're going to need to agree on a safeword

Happy to work with your kinks, turn ons, limits and time zone.

If this post is up, the above is available

Thank you

Maybe it's an art that you learn or develop, maybe it's something you're naturally good at or something you became good at because all you had is great imagination while real life wasn't as exciting. In any case, chatting and sharing erotic thoughts is a beautiful activity that also requires great appreciation and mutual respect. Yes, it's because we're talking about the most intimate things we think or dream of. It's a big validation of each other's situation. When you're missing the touch, the feeling, the slow buildup to an amazingly gratifying climax, the thought burns like a fire in you, never to be extinguished. It's more than a sexual need for physical gratification that can be achieved quickly only to return you back to a state of longing for something much greater, more satisfying , much more exciting, something only lovers can reach together. If you experience this aching for more, please let's get in touch. This is for chat, not roleplay. Thank you.

Feel free to message me no matter how old this post is!

This is something I really love doing. I can't put it any other way. There is nothing better than being with a woman, even simply through chat, the first time she experiences such an immense amount of pleasure. Wave after wave.

There's a special technique that I love to use. It's not entirely mental, but I guarantee that I will help you cum without the use of your fingers or toys. That's right, you will cum—over and over, I should point out—without a finger on your clit or a toy in your pussy.

I want to help you achieve something amazing. I am always honoured to play even the smallest role along the path of female empowerment. To be clear, I don't take credit for any of what you will feel. I want to be here for support and encouragement as, together, we give you the best fucking night of your life. However, this is all you. Your beauty, your drive, your uniqueness—let's celebrate it all.

Now, your comfort and safety is quite frankly the most important thing to me. I want you to know that while I may be the one guiding you, you are the one in control. You don't need me to tell you this, I just want you to know that I'm the kind of guy who has this respectfulness. We can stop at any time, change anything along the way, all in a bid to keep you comfortable, relaxed, and excited for what's to come. That is the only way that you will be able to experience the kind of orgasm that I know you're craving by this point in my post.

And so you know about the guy you're talking to, here's me: 28, 6'1", white, trimmed beard, brown eyes, short-ish dark brown hair (long enough to tug 😛), broad shoulders, thick muscular calves and arms, and I've been told I'm handsome by quittte a few people hehe ;)

So...what are you waiting for? Send me a reddit chat request! I'm going to make it my singular duty to have you not regret it.

30 year old male research student here! I’m wrapping up PhD soon, but have been spending many late night alone in a lab. You could be the one to help be from going crazy and help spice up my late nights. I often find myself thinking through all the scenarios which could happen if the right person was up on the 8th floor of my lab with me ;). I am a nerdy, but very physically active male…with a very kinky side (I love to please, just as much as I love being pleasured), both IRL, and online.

I love to listen and hear about the details. Let me start, I am 6’1, 195lbs, broad shoulders with brown hair and blue eyes. You send me a text, asking if I’m still working. I reply that I’m just finishing up, wrapping up the last bits of a statistical analysis I’m finishing up, but invite you up to the lab to hangout and chat while I finish up. There is a small dive bar nearby we can walk to after. You take the elevator upstairs and walk down the hall to the third door on your left, you come inside to find me typing away. I stand up to greet you, give you a small kiss on the cheek, putting one hand on your left hip, pulling you in. The other hand starts at your shoulder and slowly runs down the side of you body, giving you a shiver, stopping right before your ass, just teasing a bit…..your move. What’s next?

Send me a chat and peak my interest. Looking forward to connecting.

It's been years since I've been on here, I was elsewhere for awhile, but I'm back and looking for partner(s) who can keep up good conversation and great roleplay. I'll eventually get around to making a profile post, but for now, I'll just say that I'm open minded on just about anything that isn't gross or dangerous. I don't mind some BDSM, but I prefer to keep it light. Spankings are okay, hair pulling is okay, whips and chains are not. Lately I've been looking to play out a specific scene, so read on and I apologize if it runs too long!

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*Cassandra "Cassie" Montgomery is the only child of a wealthy family, raised in luxury but plagued by emotional isolation. Her parents treated her more like an asset than a member of the family, leaving her feeling invisible despite her privileged life. This loneliness made her vulnerable to Ethan, a manipulative artist who exploited her wealth and vulnerability, convincing her that his control and jealousy were forms of love. The relationship left her broken and mistrustful, with a warped view of love. Now, Cassie struggles to reclaim herself, seeking genuine connection but haunted by her past, determined to redefine love on her own terms.*

Cassie stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, her fingers lightly grazing the rim of a champagne flute she hadn’t touched in the last half hour. The low hum of laughter and conversation filled the room, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. The chandelier cast a warm, golden glow over the space, reflecting off countless crystal surfaces. It was yet another one of her parents’ lavish galas, where every guest sparkled in designer clothes. But, as usual, she felt like she was watching from the outside.

Her eyes wandered over the crowd, recognizing faces she knew only in passing. These were people she could exchange polite words with but never feel close to. That familiar feeling of isolation settled over her, a reminder of how distant she felt from everyone around her.

Then, her gaze landed on him.

Julian Ashford. She had met him at a few events like this one, and they were always friendly, exchanging small talk. Tonight, he stood across the room, effortlessly chatting with a group of guests. He had the same wealth and privilege as everyone here, but something about him felt different. He didn’t seem as caught up in the materialism of their world. He had noticed her before, always polite, but it felt like he kept a respectful distance. He seemed to sense that she kept people at arm’s length.

As if sensing her eyes on him, Julian glanced over and met her gaze. A small, knowing smile touched his lips, and a flicker of curiosity stirred inside her. To her surprise, she held her breath as he made his way across the room toward her.

“Cassie,” Julian greeted her with a friendly nod, his voice cutting through the noise around them. “You look like you’re somewhere else.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “Just… people watching,” she replied, feeling a bit exposed under his gaze.

He tilted his head slightly, his smile warm. “What do you see?”

Cassie hesitated, glancing around the room. “People who think they’re happy,” she said softly, surprised at her own honesty.

Julian raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. “And you’re not one of them?”

She let out a quiet laugh, shrugging. “I don’t know. Does anyone really believe what they see at these things?”

He considered her words. “Some do. But not everyone is pretending.”

Cassie met his eyes, unsure how to respond. Julian didn’t push or pry further, and his calm presence made her feel oddly at ease. Though he knew little about her beyond rumors, he didn’t seem to judge her or expect anything more. Instead, he stood there, offering her the space to just exist without pressure.

“It’s easy to feel like everyone’s hiding behind something at these events,” he continued gently. “But not everyone is.”

His words lingered in the air, and for the first time in a while, Cassie felt seen—not as a Montgomery heiress or a broken girl—but as herself.

Cassie shifted, her fingers tightening around the stem of her untouched champagne flute. Julian’s words seemed simple, yet they carried a weight she wasn’t sure how to respond to. She wasn’t used to someone speaking to her so openly, without the layers of expectation or pretense. It felt… unsettling, but also strangely comforting.

“Maybe,” she murmured, her eyes drifting back to the crowd. “But sometimes it feels like the masks are all anyone sees.”

Julian followed her gaze, his expression thoughtful. “It’s easy to think that when you’ve been hurt,” he said quietly, his tone gentle but knowing. Cassie tensed slightly. She wasn’t sure how much Julian had heard about her past, about Ethan, but she knew the rumors were there. She’d never given anyone the full story, and she wasn’t about to start now. Still, something in Julian’s voice suggested he wasn’t here to pry or dig into things she wasn’t ready to share.

“I’m not going to pretend I know what you’ve been through,” he continued, glancing back at her. “But I’ve seen you at these events before. You always seem... distant, like you're here but not really a part of it.”

Cassie’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Maybe that’s just who I am.”

“Maybe,” Julian agreed with a small nod. “Or maybe it's just what you’ve had to be for a while.”

His words struck a chord, but she stayed silent, unsure of what to say. It had been a long time since anyone had noticed something deeper about her, and Julian’s casual observation made her feel oddly exposed. She was used to blending in, being the perfect, composed child, and keeping people at a distance. But he was right—there was more to her than what she showed at these events. She wasn’t sure why Julian could see that, but it unnerved her just enough to make her want to retreat.

“I should probably get back,” she said, her voice a little stiff as she gestured vaguely toward the crowd. “It was nice talking to you, though.”

Julian didn’t stop her. He simply smiled and nodded. “Of course. It was nice talking to you too, Cassie.”

As she turned to leave, something made her pause. She glanced back at Julian, who hadn’t moved, still standing there with the same calm, unhurried demeanor. His expression wasn’t expectant or demanding; he was just... there. Waiting, but not pushing. And for some reason, that made her hesitate.

“Julian,” she said quietly, drawing his attention again. “You don’t have to pretend, either. You don’t have to act like you understand.”

“I’m not pretending,” he replied, his tone even. “And I don’t need to understand everything about you to know you’re not like everyone else in this room.”

Cassie felt her breath catch for a moment. He wasn’t pushing her to reveal more or demanding any explanation. He was just offering a moment of honesty—something she hadn’t realized she craved until now. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, but as she walked away, she couldn’t help but feel like Julian had planted a small seed of something she wasn’t ready to name. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was a spark of trust—whatever it was, it lingered with her long after she’d left the ballroom.

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Good lord that went on. I'm so sorry for that and I promise I'm not always so detailed and I don't expect it in return.

I like to write in 1st or 3rd, with no real preference, and for reply length, as long as it's enough to reply to and keep the story moving, I'm pretty flexible. Just please, please, please no one-liners or half hearted attempts that give me nothing to reply to.

As for kinks and limits, this is going to pretty vanilla (to start at least), so if you're looking to get your 50 Shades fix, please try elsewhere. If it's not clear from the post, she's had a rough relationship that ended recently enough to still affect her and she's closed off. We can talk about what you want to include or exclude and build off of that. Also note, I used placeholder names, but I don't mind changing them.

If there's anything else you want to know about, send me a message (I will ignore chats) and let's see if we click!

Disclaimer: The below is not a role-play prompt

Still available

Experience not required

Not your ordinary prompt

Your requirements

• Over the age of 25, (preferably 28-50). My sincere apologies, just trying to find someone who I can connect with.
• I will accept ladies who are senior. I don't mind how old you are, as long as it forms a connection.
• You aren't a dominant or intend to dominate (unless asked) as this conflicts with me being dominant

Who am I?

• I am a 29 year old straight male living in a Pacific Island country.
• I am tall, slim to medium built, tanned
• I am told that I am quite intelligent and also wise beyond my years
• Dominant
• Responds in several, short, well thought out responses
• will not write lengthy paragraphs but it is intended that the exchange will be descriptive
• the idea is: it is in the moment, spontaneous and catches you off guard

What I am looking for?

Looking for a woman who wants to do a written exchange in the present moment perhaps with a bit of aided imagination.

The idea is to be as spontaneous as possible.

It's assumed you're a woman, alone, seeking banter, excitement, a little romance, and/or more,...

I will flirt with you and ask you all sorts of cheeky and naughty questions.

You can choose to answer or skip.

The idea is to have some fun that provides us both excitement in the spur of the moment. I will write you actions that I'll perform, and I expect you to tell me how that would make you feel or how you would respond and react.

If you have any requests, specific kinks, needs or limits, I will gladly accept it and incorporate it into our encounter.

You're most welcome to send me a chat message (or DM) and enquire if any of the above interests you.

If you've read this far, Thank you for reading I hope to hear from you

Yours Truly

Neil

My phone vibrated in my pocket, a rare call from my best friend. I slipped away from the noise and chaos, picking it up with a worried "What's wrong?"

Andrea rushed to reassure me. “Nothing, I promise! Just...do you mind if I bring a friend to dinner? I just found out he’s got no family in the area, was going to spend Thanksgiving alone. And I know how much your parents like taking in strays.”

I pinched my nose, ducking my head down. As much as I kinda hated it just then, she was right– my mother would love it if she got to dote on someone stuck here with no family. “Yeah, that’s fine. We made enough for an army anyway, a last-minute addition should be no problem.”

“Great, thanks. See you in a few.”

I hung up, hustling to let Mom know that Andrea was bringing an extra mouth to feed. As expected she was ecstatic but frantic, sweeping me and a few others into those last-minute tasks before dinner went out. When Andrea’s voice rang out from the foyer, I glanced up to see my mother bustle out of the kitchen.

It was fair to assume that mom would settle both you and Andrea in the back room before coming back; instead you shuffled into the kitchen behind her, looking around like you’d never seen a disaster like this before. “...and this is Ellie.” As politeness dictated, I shut the oven and stood up, crossing the small space with an outstretched hand. It took nearly everything I had not to shamelessly look you up and down, and the rest of it to keep from biting my lip. Instead I smiled, fitting my hand into yours and giving it a brief shake. A wonderfully deep bass filled the small room as you introduced yourself. I felt it against my skin, had a flash of my name on those lips in bed. Fuck. Sparkling blue eyes caught mine, and I had a feeling you knew exactly what had just happened and were very used to it.

You’re such a sucker, Ellie.

Gently I shooed you out of the kitchen, taking a moment to watch that lovely backside disappear into the living room. A few minutes later we sat down to dinner, and of course you sat down across from me. I didn't want to participate in whatever matchmaking scheme Andrea had cooked up, so I let my grandmother and sister pull me deep into conversation. But you kept catching my eye and smiling. Your voice knifed through the din, so easily reaching across the table that we had no choice but to loop you in. You were charming, witty, funny, and you had my mother eating out of the palm of your hand in no time. Actually, I think you had my mother eating out of the palm of your hand the second she opened the door. The woman was blushing. She never blushed.

I’d never seen such a charm offensive in my life. And worse, it was working. I wanted to get my hands on you so badly I ached with it, and so I did the only thing I could think to do: I escaped.

After dinner Andrea found me in the spare bedroom, pacing in front of the pile of coats. “Will you fucking relax, Ellie? Your jaw is clenched so tight I can see it ticking.”

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” I hissed back, glancing into the hall. It looked like the bathroom was occupied, but otherwise we were alone.

Andrea sighed, exasperation and irritation and anger all rolled into one sound. “There’s nothing going on, you paranoid weirdo. He’s cute, he’s single, and the entire house can see that he likes you, but you’re being a spaz. C’mon, John was two years ago. I know you’re not getting any. Just unfuck your head and get in the game.”

I snorted. “Easy for you to say. You know, ever since you settled down into domestic bliss you've been awfully obnoxious about my sex life.”

"She's been obnoxious about mine, too."

Andrea glanced over my shoulder. “You have lovely timing."

I couldn't help but groan, scrubbing a hand over my face before turning to face you. You leaned on the doorjamb, your expression shadowed by the light falling in from the hall. I would have sworn I could pick out the barest hint of a smile.

"I appreciate the backup. The eavesdropping? Not so much."

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. I've been told I've got a bit of a white knight thing sometimes."

"Not an excuse," Andrea murmured as she slipped past you out into the hall. "But just this once, I'll allow it. Behave yourselves, now."

“Behave yourselves, she says. I don't think I believe her when she says this wasn't planned.” I crossed my arms over my chest defensively.

"She talks about you all the time. I had to see for myself," you said softly, light limning those wonderfully broad shoulders. I had the nearly uncontrollable urge to bite them.

My eyebrows lifted as disappointment welled up. "Ah."

You pushed off the doorjamb, taking a few steps into the room. "Look, I wasn't lying. My family is in Alaska, and I couldn't make it home because I'm broke from moving. I didn't tell Andrea until today, and she called you before I could register an objection." Now it was your turn to look uncomfortable, and you gave a tight shrug. "I did ask to meet you, and the idea of spending the holiday with a big family like yours… I couldn't pass it up."

"So here we are."

"Here we are."

I took a moment to study you, stepping close enough to catch a hint of spice in the air. Why did you smell so good? My resolve couldn't withstand both the heady scent and the clearly penitent look on your face, your hunched shoulders. So I reached out, laying a hand on the curve of your bicep and watching that tension slide away. "You're fine, I probably would've done the same. And besides, having strangers at the table is practically a family tradition." I stepped closer, hesitated… then pressed a kiss to your stubbly cheek before my courage failed me. "C'mon, the last thing I want is for someone to notice we've both gone missing at the same time. I'll never hear the end of it.”

Well, it's that time of year again--looking for some holiday-themed warm and fuzzy roleplay. This prompt is a one-shot, but open to something long term if we click. Please be willing to write at least a few sentences per post, as I can be long-winded. No chat requests.

I gasp in pain as you lay me down on the balcony floor. The rain washes away the blood flowing from the stab wound in my side, but not by much. The hunter - the man who wanted to have you for his own - had gotten his knife in deep before plummeting to his death. "You... you came back," I weakly whisper.

"Of course I came back," you say with a soft smile that only barely masks the creeping sadness in your eyes. "I couldn't let them... oh, this is all my fault... If only I'd gotten here sooner!" you sob.

I'm starting to struggle to hold onto consciousness. I'm making sure to take your beauty in as much as I can while I still have time. "Maybe... it's better this way," I faintly utter between coughs.

"Don't talk like that! We're together now... everything's going to be fine, you'll see!"

All at once, you bring your tear-stained face close to mine and lock our lips in a passionate, deep kiss. You don't seem to be afraid of hurting yourself on my fangs as our tongues intertwine feverishly. I use the last of my strength to bring a paw up to run through your hair and around the back of your head, pulling you closer to me as I break the kiss. "At least... I got to see you... one last time."

With this last breathless statement, darkness consumes my vision and I feel my body sink completely to the cold floor, too weak to even open my eyes. Your tears can no longer be contained. "NO! No, please! Please don't leave me... I love you." You collapse against my body and into another deep kiss before sliding down to my chest and pressing yourself against me, wanting to feel and take in as much of me as possible.

Suddenly, a lone, shimmering ethereal light travels down in a raindrop with a high-pitched whoosh, hitting the balcony with a ping. Then another, then another, and so on until these magical sparks are indistinguishable from the rain itself and the ringing is prominent. A steam begins to rise from the balcony as the lights leave a bright confetti scattered across the surface. Slowly, the both of us begin to rise into the air as your eyes widen and mine start to open...

(A 1991 Beauty and the Beast erotic roleplay with transformation elements. Let's explore how the both of us interact during the transformation. We can go as hot or as vanilla as you want.)

DISCLAIMER: Belle is 25 in this RP; not 17 as in the original story.

Hey. I am a generally happily married 57M looking for a 40+ female (married or single, any nationality, but needs to write well) for regular "how ya doing" and some erotic spice. Not interested in changing my home situation but because of complicated home situation and challenging job, I'd love to have someone who I can just write to and have some fun and even encourage. Got a natural wit and a great Conversation list. Because of general business, looking for someone who understands that gaps in communication are inevitable. Maybe a person but I know you are out there! Reach out!

Disclaimer: The below is not a role-play prompt

Still available

Experience not required

Not your ordinary prompt

Your requirements

• Over the age of 25, (preferably 28-50). My sincere apologies, just trying to find someone who I can connect with.
• I will accept ladies who are senior. I don't mind how old you are, as long as it forms a connection.
• You aren't a dominant or intend to dominate (unless asked) as this conflicts with me being dominant

Who am I?

• I am a 29 year old straight male living in a Pacific Island country.
• I am tall, slim to medium built, tanned
• I am told that I am quite intelligent and also wise beyond my years
• Dominant
• Responds in several, short, well thought out responses
• will not write lengthy paragraphs but it is intended that the exchange will be descriptive
• the idea is: it is in the moment, spontaneous and catches you off guard

What I am looking for?

Looking for a woman who wants to do a written exchange in the present moment perhaps with a bit of aided imagination.

The idea is to be as spontaneous as possible.

It's assumed you're a woman, alone, seeking banter, excitement, a little romance, and/or more,...

I will flirt with you and ask you all sorts of cheeky and naughty questions.

You can choose to answer or skip.

The idea is to have some fun that provides us both excitement in the spur of the moment. I will write you actions that I'll perform, and I expect you to tell me how that would make you feel or how you would respond and react.

If you have any requests, specific kinks, needs or limits, I will gladly accept it and incorporate it into our encounter.

You're most welcome to send me a chat message (or DM) and enquire if any of the above interests you.

If you've read this far, Thank you for reading I hope to hear from you

Yours Truly

Neil

Entering the bar with 2 buddies. I'm still full of anger. My long term gf just made another of her scenes of jealousy. I cannot stand it anymore. It was just a padel match and a couple of beers with my friends.

The same story over and over. "you know your friends! they are searching bitches every night! who knows where they take you!" i'm tired of that. She hates them.

They are my friends, i can't stop go out with them because of the jealousy.

I'm 5'9, medium curly dark hair, short beard, green eyes. Wearing a light blue jeans and a dark blue shirt with rolled up sleeves. I had a couple of drinks with the guys, then they moved away with 2 girls.

I hate this situation too, everytime they find some girls and disappear. Do you understand why she hates them?

I approach the counter, i know the bartender, there are few people around, probably i can have a chat with him, talking about soccer, or cars, or motorcycles maybe. I think i'll stay another half an hour, then i'll try not to have my license taken away on the way home.

I'm drinking another long island, this is the last one, i swear.

The barman has to work, time to go. I turn my head, searching for the exit, and i see you.

Hi! Please be kind, english is not my first language, hope it is good enough for you.

Feel free to add elements to my plot, your character can be anyone you want!

my kinks: cheating, risk of being caught, flirting, light bdsm, spanking, hair pulling, deepthroat, feet, lingerie, heels, rough sex, anal, plugs, deep throat, dom and many others

limits: too unrealistic, gore, scat, sharing, too much violence.

Thanks for reading this far.

All characters are over 18

[M4M] Four Lifelong Friends Become a Couple

Your character and mine are part of a group of four friends who have been together since elementary. Just four bros who've stayed together into their adult lives. However, one portion where they seem to fail is love. All their girlfriends, wives, and partners have fallen through in some way. They decide after one of them has a bad divorce to spend a month at a cabin. When they leave, they decide to become a polyamorous quadruple, loving and having sex within the four of them. Then they move into a place together and start figuring out how to live their lives with each other.

I was thinking my character and yours Would be first to arrive about a week before the others. I'm the only one who was actually gay, never particularly finding the right guy. I'm thinking yours could be just a regular, run of the mill straight guy who's never even been with a guy. However, we get to talking and realize We both haven't gotten married in months. We end up hooking up and things go from there. Eventually our other two friends arrive and we slowly work our way to being a quadruple.

For the characters, I would like for each of us to play two characters. Among the four I think it would be cool if my main character was a total top, and the other three of you were a verse top, a verse bottom, and a total bottom, But that is open to negotiation. I would also like this to be fairly detailed, with at least a small paragraph per response.

As for sex, my kinks are as follows (More can be added, but these are just my favorites): extreme anal play/fisting, group sex, armpit fetish, water sports, sounding, chastity, jockstraps, food play, enema, prolapsing, nullo

My limits: Scat, violence, gore, feminization, crossdressing, bestiality

I would prefer to do this role play through Reddit chat. My time zone is GMT-6, And I'll try to respond as much as I can. However, I thankfully have a full-time job during these times, albeit sometimes with odd hours.

"General Quarters, General Quarters - all hands man your battle stations. Transit up and forward starboard side, down and aft port side. Potential pirate vessel sighted..."

The klaxon sounded over the 1MC as I stepped onto the bridge, a seaman sealing the hatch behind me. Compared to all the USN sailors in their digital blue-and-grey coveralls, I was positively drab: woodland MARPAT, elbow pads, knee pads, olive khaki body armour and helmet. But with my kitted-out carbine, pouches festooned across my front - full of magazine after magazine of 5.56mm, holster strapped low on my right leg with my .45 - I stood out in a different way. But even dressed as I was, I only got a sharp glance before the sailors got back to their tasks at getting the ship to battle status. The captain sat in his chair, speaking orders into his comm handset - his silver-hair made spotting him across the bridge a piece of cake.

Before moving over to him, I looked at the bronze plate embedded on the rear bulkhead of the bridge. USS Jason Dunham - Jason L. Dunham, Cpl, USMC. He was a squad leader in Iraq, when an insurgent dropped a grenade near his squad. Rather than try to take cover, Dunham threw himself on top of the grenade. The blast killed him, but his body shielded his squad. He died eight days later - he was 22. He was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor. I hoped I could be a fraction of the marine he was, and I was proud to be serving aboard the ship bearing his name. A ship that, upon passing its shakedown cruise, had been immediately assigned to Combined Task Force 151 - a multinational effort to combat piracy in the Gulf of Aden. There were ships from the US, Canada, Denmark, Korea, even the Aussies contributed a ship.

The ships of CTF-151 patrolled the waters from the Gulf of Aden to the western parts of the Arabian sea, especially around the coasts of Somalia. In doing so, they protected the merchant ships responsible for a large fraction of the world's commerce from pirates who threatened to hijack ships, take their crews hostage, and then take control of the vessels and cargoes. As an armed warship, the Dunham was one of ships tasks with hunting down any suspected pirate vessels - like the one we were about to board.

As as one of the "Visit, Board, Search, and Seize" (VBSS) team members, it was my job to actually board the ship - something the crew of which may or may not like - and take control of it. Not only that, but today, I was more than just a a team member.

I stood at attention in front of the captain, "Skipper."

He turned and reached to clip the comm handset back into its holder, "Gunny. How's the team looking?"

"Like clockwork, Skipper. We'll be ready once the RHIBs are within range," I nodded. "Sir, is it true about the LT?"

The captain grimaced, but likewise nodded. "Afraid so, Gunny: Cirrhosis. Lieutenant Hoffman's not just off the boarding crew, he's out of the Navy. You up for taking the boarding party? Not just now, but until a new officer is assigned."

"Oorah, Skipper," I nodded again, this time with more certainty. I wasn't a Marine NCO if I wasn't ready to step up.

One of the look-outs called out to the captain, "Captain, the boat still isn't heaving to."

He turned, looking out the front windows. He grabbed his handset again, "Combat, Bridge. TAO: Send one last hail to the suspect vessel and slew the 5-inch of its bow. Then have one of the .50 cals ready to fire a warning burst."

When the captain turned to give the orders, my eyes slid over to a Navy lieutenant (junior grade) who was acting as the Officer of the Deck. Wisps of her hair escaped her cap as she lowered her binoculars. Her bright eyes swiveled to me when she noticed me looking at her. Given the situation outside, no one on the bridge was aware that either of us noticed the other. But her eyes changed slightly and her lip crept into a delicate bite. In return I gave her a wink right before the captain turned back to me.

"Alright, looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way." He gave me a look and I snapped my attention back to him. "Gunnery Sergeant Jackson, take TAIPAN. Board that ship, turn it inside out, and then give the crew a stern talking to."

"Aye aye, Skipper." I set off to leave the bridge. I gave one last look to the Officer of the Deck just as the port-side .50cal let off a throaty six-round burst.

Looking for a long-term RP with some romance and covert coitus!

Kinks mainly are romance and hidden sex - other can be discussed. Limits are standard: Blood, Scat, Vore, and NJPs.

After years of study and training, and then working for others, I had honed my massage craft to the point I felt comfortable opening my own place. Not one of those seedy places on the edge of town, but a legit massage business with a storefront in the main shopping plaza in town.

The thing was, for certain female clients, lines may blur or even cross from time to time. It was never guaranteed, and didn’t happen all the time, but if the right signals given and the right feelings were passed between us, things could certainly cross lines.

The studio was well apportioned, a reception area to welcome customers. Plush, comfortable seating as they waited for the masseuse to get ready. Water, juices, and wine were always offered to clients as they waited. Down a small hallway off the reception area were several rooms, each with a table, chair, cabinets holding towels, oils, and lotions, and a small changing area with a privacy partition for undressing and dressing again. The walls were sound proofed, and covered in various pieces of art. And of course, soft music played, to keep the mood relaxed and easy going.

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Thanks for reading. Today I’d like to play a scene where you come to the studio for a massage and things cross the line. I’d like to include some buildup, flirting, and teasing to set the mood.

Kinks are: buildup, kissing, foreplay, tittyplay, oral, squirting and cumshots, anal and assplay, and of course passionate, steamy sex any way but missionary.

I’d love to hear back from you.

PM only, no chat.

"One hour! One whole rambling hour of random history and myths just to find out where the old Temple might be!"

"What did you expect from such a bumbling fool?"

Dr. Runo De-Vergen gave the two self-proclaimed 'adventurers' an absent minded wave as he went back to reading the hefty tome he was reading before in the dusty bookstore. Though known by many in Westruun, Dr De-Vergen was left alone by most people - only other scholars really had the interest to interact with the bumbling, spectacled academic. He seemingly looked the part: rough-spun linen shirt which was repaired with patches in places, dark-colour trousers, tall and hardy leather boots, an oiled-leather longcoat, and a set of crystal-lensed spectacles in front of emerald green eyes.

His face was hidden under a thick beard, moustache, and roughly-mussed dark hair - when it wasn't buried in a book or scroll. Dr. De-Vergen also had a rapier in a scabbard on his left side, the hilt of which protruded from the part in his coat; though, no-one could recall him ever drawing it - and even more joked that he was more likely to hit with (or hide behind) the oiled-leather satchel that was always slung over his shoulder (which seemed to hold at least one book at all times).

Just as Runo put back the book, he felt a tingle from a pouch on the back of his belt - it was a familiar sensation, and a feeling he couldn't ignore. He slid the book back into the bookshelf, nodded an appreciative nod to the store-owner, and then exited onto the busy streets of the Market Ward in Westruun. After walking through the crowd, surreptitiously making sure he wasn't being followed or watched, he ducked into a dark alley. Navigating the puddles and shadows, he slipped between two tall crates and reached into the pouch at his back, pulling out a stone graved with a crest consisting of the Sun, a leafless tree and five small stars.

'Doctor' Runo De-Vergen, absent-minded scholar, was actually 'Jager' Runo De-Vergen, clandestine Grey Hunt operative from the city of Whitestone, serving abroad as the surreptitious eyes and ears of the Whitestone-ruling De Rolo family.

Runo closed his fist around the stone - a Sending Stone - to receive the message in his mind. Rather than the rough, gravelly voice of Justicar Marsh, the voice was female: melodic, elegant, and more importantly - instantly recognisable to anyone from Whitestone.

Grand to Jersey. Important mission for you. Head east to Drynna. Reserve inn room under 'Dalgliesh'. Contact will find you. Grand, out.

Behind his spectacles, Runo's eyebrows furrowed. Every member of the Grey Hunt was given a single-word sobriquet for brevity during Sendings: Runo's was "Jersey", Justicar Marsh's (as the handler of Grey Hunt operatives abroad) was "Sandal".

"Grand" was assigned to the leader of the Grey Hunt: the Grand Mistress Lady Vex'ahlia - Baroness of the First House of Whitestone and Coinmistress of the Tal'dorei Council.

Runo lifted the stone to his lips and spoke quietly, "Jersey to Grand. Orders received and understood. Will depart by sundown - expect to be in Drynna within four days. Jersey, out."

Tucking the stone away, Runo then stepped back into the bustling main street - once again the bumbling academic - heading home to a ground-level flat he had in a building on the southern-side of the Residential Ward. Locking the door and drawing the curtains, he started packing a travelling bag for his journey east to the fishing town of Drynna on the coast of Tal'dorei. Once his bag and satchel were packed, he pulled aside the right side of his longcoat and unholstered his true weapon: a pistol. Four silver barrels with streaks of white, and a grip carved from Parchwood walnut. Inset in the grip was a silver seal of the Grey Hunt. Runo checked the chambers, the barrels, the action. Then he reholstered the pistol and covered it with his longcoat.

Slinging his bags over his shoulder and putting a wide-brimmed traveller's hat on his head, Runo locked the door to his flat and started walking east. He had a long way to go...

Hello!

So, I'm looking to do an RP adventure in the CRITICAL ROLE world of Exandria. My character will be a Grey Hunt operative from Whitestone, dispatched on a mission by Lady Vex'ahlia herself. What will the mission be? And whom will he meet: an OC of your own design? A canon character - perhaps even Vex'ahlia herself?

In either case, long-term, this will be an RP of adventure, sex, and romance. Other kinks are up for discussion; Limits are relatively standard: Blood, Scat, Vore, and hiding your dice.

So, if you're up for adventure and eroticism, send me a PM and let's start talking!

BlueTowelWithHoles

Bidet!

“C’mon, just gimme your blood already! It’s totally normal, I swear~!” The girl said, clad in a loose spaghetti strapped tank top, wearing a red hoodie open that was way too big for her, one that she stole from me… She adjusting her position on the sofa, the pale skin of her thighs and shins visible under the small booty shorts she wore.

“That’s not normal. Besides, won’t that make me your servant or whatever? Screw that!” He said, glancing at the girl, her red eyes glowing with the anticipation of a delicious feast, or from a hunger for something more primal.

“My Vassal, yes.” She replied, sitting up straighter and leaning over. “It’s just like a contract or whatever. You’ll be the human that I can drink from whenever I’m… parched~” She said, her radiating crimson eyes scanning me as if I were her pray, locking at the exposed skin on his neck. He gave a huff and ignored her despite her defiant whining.

Life had been like this ever since I had met her. As you could tell, she was a vampire, a real one, with fangs, a thirst for blood and hatred for sunlight. Even wings, if you can imagine. It had been 6 months ago since I bought myself an apartment, for a suspiciously cheap price too. Had the previous owners been murdered here? A den of drugs in the attic or a rotting corpse even? Well, not exactly a corpse, but there was a coffin in the basement, one that I had in my ignorance, disturbed.

Groaning and grungy from a deep sleep emerged a girl in her early twenties, her skin a sickly pale grey despite her seeming youth. She was, in fact, a vampire and a relatively old one at that, nearly two centuries my senior. Regardless, offended by my disruption, she began to live with me, steadfast in her belief that I was trespassing in her home, even though I had bought the place legally. Even then, she lounged around comfortably, as if still the owner of the home. Though, after many fights she came to a brilliant solution (in her mind), that in exchange for living here, she could drink my blood and become her vassal, one that I naturally refused.

Now 6 months later it’s been the same thing, her reassured that I’d make the perfect vassal for her and me refusing. Maybe she was just hungry from all her sleep, the blood of stray animals not exactly saying her thirst. She nagged and whined for me to accept, not that I would mind having a cute girl like her to drink my blood, even if she were a vampire. Though, I wasn’t going to offer myself for free, even if she wasn’t all that bad to look at either. I’d be making sure this freeloading bum of a vampire would pay me back, one way or another.

(Howdy! Hope you liked that prompt. Feel free to DM me so we can discuss any kinks, limits and other ideas or questions about the RP in general. Hope to hear from you soon!)

We have been together for a while and now going through a rough patch. We discussed it and decided to have some time alone for ourselves. You went on a vacation after your friends persuasion.

It didn't take much time for me to realize how much I missed you.

I called up your friends and paid a surprise visit to the hotel and asked them not to reveal my plan. I took the keycard and entered your room while you are in your shower.

I waited for you patiently behind the corner table. You walked out of the bathroom, not knowing about me in your room and started applying moisturizer, admiring the beautiful sunrise over the endless ocean.

I stayed calm , watching your silhouette, water dripping from your hair and running down along your curves, and your skin glistening in the warm sunshine. I don't want to

I walked towards you and slowly and embraced you from behind.

End of Prompt

Kinks are slow burn slice of life RP, oral, clothes on, tease, vanilla sprinkled with passionate rough sex.

Limits are anything extreme and distasteful for both of us, extreme pain and blood.

It has been a long time between Mod Announcements.

Although the subreddit may seem quiet we have been fending off spam posts and sellers. There has been a pattern of posts,that we wanted to alert users of the sub to.

It seems with the constant reporting and banning of spammers, that activity has died down. The new influx of sellers however, are harder to spot. Thankfully we have had users report posts that seem to be genuine, but when you investigate their profile it is clear they are all following the same script.

We are banning and removing any attempts at posting here, but please be aware on any other subreddits you may frequent.

The posts are usually F4M, age is usually 19 or 24. Accounts are 4 to 6 months old, there is usually a pinned profile picture, the pictures are around one month old. The posts all request respondents be males over the age of 25.

It is always a good idea to check the history of users before you interact with them. Have the types of posts changed? Do they change their age or location in post titles? Is an account a few years old but there are no posts? These are areas we look at when reviewing posts for EPP, and find it helpful for general Reddit use.

22M here, hello! I'm getting engaged to a nice lady soon, but I've been getting curious.

Well, very curious, in fact. Especially for older men. It's actually the only kind of thought that's gotten me going these past few years...

I live in Chicago now (Texas transplant). I used to play soccer, but nowdays I only lift weights. I live with a roommate, I sit in an office chair most days. I don't tend to get out much.

6', white man. Let me know if you'd like to chat about anything. I'm always up for making new friends!

Sara and I had been introduced in college at a time when neither of us were really looking to settle down. We had our fun but nothing formal happened. It wasn't until after we graduated and we reconnected through some mutual friends that we started to seriously fall for each other. Sara had gotten a job at the city's hospital and I was working for real estate firm. Our families seemed to really like us together and we took the next step in buying a condo together and before we knew it, I popped the question. Being from a well-off family, I was able to afford a decent sized ring that Sara really liked. It was a fairy tale.

The whole time we were dating and after our engagement, Sara told me that she was upset that her childhood best friend hadn't seen her in so long. It had been so long that I haven't even met you. Sure, tons of FaceTime.. but that didn't count. Sara was so excited that you agreed to be her bridesmaid but knew that you'd have to eventually travel here to Raleigh in order to get your dress fitted.

The wedding... I wouldn't say that I didn't enjoy the process of planning the wedding. It's just that.. To me, a wedding was just a party amongst friends. By the time we were a few months out from the big day, she had already blown the budget. I had agreed to pay for part of the wedding along with her dad. Regardless, the pieces were starting to fall into place. One missing piece, your dress was being taken care of this weekend when you were visiting.

It's the morning that you're getting here, a Friday, I was planning on taking a half day at work. I'm drinking coffee and looking at some mail. Long story short, there's a bill for a wedding expense that I didn't know about. I find out that Sara had gotten a "separate" wedding budget from her father. We both leave for work pretty upset. She's upset that I'm not giving her a dream wedding and I'm upset at the thought of her deceit.

A few hours into my workday, I get a text from Sara. "Sorry about this morning, I want to talk about this tonight. I'm stuck here for longer. Are you able to sneak out of work and pick her up from the airport? :) <3 xoxo"

I see the text and I don't really have an option. The "her" is you and I'm on my way to pick you up now...

Hey all! So I had started this idea for someone else that doesn't want to play anymore but the idea is the your character is my fiance's childhood best friend and we haven't met yet. There is plenty of room for you to provide background. Our characters haven't met in person, only via some FaceTimes with Sara where I was in the background. I wrote this in first person but happy to do third person too!

I am detailed, interested in a natural and realistic development. I am very patient and I love to write! I also love references for our characters.

I have years and years of playing experience. I look for longer posts to get us started and then typically do paragraph responses as we get into the play. Looking for a good mix of play and smut but I don't want the role to be smut heavy, I do enjoy amazing storytelling.

Interests: bareback, oral, anal, unprotected , creampies, lingerie, heels, shorts, short skirts/dresses, long slender legs, rough, light hair pulling and spanking, oral (giving and receiving), mutual attraction/teasing/seduction.

Limits: scat, gore.

I really hope to hear back from you to discuss the role more! I desperately want a long term play. You can respond to my start or we can discuss the roleplay first. You pick.

Here I am, dropping another line into the cesspool of reddit. I have gotten responses but so far haven't found the right connection. I am looking for a girl who can carry on their end of a conversation, I'm funny, snarky, and can write more than a three word sentence, I'm looking for something similar.

This is just something causal and fun. I don't need a daytime wife/girlfriend. We'd be friends, with benefits. Ideally, this is something long term, but not something where I feel like I have to be available to you all day every day.

Attraction is necessary, I am an average guy with the average dad bod, tight beard and tattoo. Looking for someone I am attracted to,

About me: I am married with kids. I WFH and when I get bored, I come here to pass the time.

About you: it helps if you are also married so we have that in common and you understand that life gets in the way of play. You'll also understand my need for privacy and discretion.

If any of this sounds like what you're looking for, send me a chat and lets see where it takes us.

Demon x human: A human goes into a bar after work, on a city in which humans and monsters co-exist together, the guy has a lot more going for him than people think, but he would rather have a simple lifestyle, and not tell his likings, specially his kinks, a demon that is pissed off from her last relationship comes into the bar too, and without knowing she would finally find a partner that would treat her like she wants.

A strange but fated encounter would happen late night at a bar, when a tall man sits down to relax, as he had finished his graveyard shift, life had finally slowed down enough for him to have a moment of peace, and take in everything that had happened lately, his last relationship unable to be described as anything else more than a nightmare, as he basically had to escape from his old life after he got discharged from the hospital due to a brutal case of domestic abuse. As he places down his order, and spaces out looking at the tv, the woman who would change his life would enter.

Both characters having back stories, the human finally being able to appreciate life as he finally found someone that is worth making an effort to get out of his comfort zone and start living again after a miserable period of his life, and the demon changing her mind regarding mortals, as she used to think that all of them were just sex toys, but ends up actually falling for the human, and thinks about his mortality, and how he will not last forever, I’d like this to be a long term rp if possible. The succubus can have multiple forms, so you can change how you look depending on how you feel and how youd like to rp Kinks will be explained on dms, but its mostly expansion kinks making your tits, ass and thighs grow

As an athlete, I'm always around moms of other players, unfortunately I am unable to do anything about it. But nothing is stopping me from having fun with the moms of reddit. I'm looking for the innocent mom who doesn't post and lurks around this subreddit. You know who you are. The quiet ones are always the dirtiest no? The fun mom who is able to joke around and knows how to have a good time! I've always had an obession with older women, it started out with a crush on a friend's mom. She was way older, but she was beautiful, she was charming and innocent seeming, but I just knew she had a naughty side. Since then I've been chasing the same feeling since I laid eyes on her. Nothing compares to talking and having fun with an older woman, espeically a mom or married wife.

44 MtF recently started transitioning, lost over 50lbs but still feeling meh. I need a distraction at work so looking for a good conversation. Can you hold an interesting conversation? I’m into gaming, coding, table top gaming, art, criptid, sports, movies, music….mostly the normal nerdy stuff haha. Tell me about you! I’m an open book and don’t mind talking about just about any topic. What makes you tick? What are you into? Say hi and let’s see what happens!

"General Quarters, General Quarters - all hands man your battle stations. Transit up and forward starboard side, down and aft port side. Potential pirate vessel sighted..."

The klaxon sounded over the 1MC as I stepped onto the bridge, a seaman sealing the hatch behind me. Compared to all the USN sailors in their digital blue-and-grey coveralls, I was positively drab: woodland MARPAT, elbow pads, knee pads, olive khaki body armour and helmet. But with my kitted-out carbine, pouches festooned across my front - full of magazine after magazine of 5.56mm, holster strapped low on my right leg with my .45 - I stood out in a different way. But even dressed as I was, I only got a sharp glance before the sailors got back to their tasks at getting the ship to battle status. The captain sat in his chair, speaking orders into his comm handset - his silver-hair made spotting him across the bridge a piece of cake.

Before moving over to him, I looked at the bronze plate embedded on the rear bulkhead of the bridge. USS Jason Dunham - Jason L. Dunham, Cpl, USMC. He was a squad leader in Iraq, when an insurgent dropped a grenade near his squad. Rather than try to take cover, Dunham threw himself on top of the grenade. The blast killed him, but his body shielded his squad. He died eight days later - he was 22. He was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor. I hoped I could be a fraction of the marine he was, and I was proud to be serving aboard the ship bearing his name. A ship that, upon passing its shakedown cruise, had been immediately assigned to Combined Task Force 151 - a multinational effort to combat piracy in the Gulf of Aden. There were ships from the US, Canada, Denmark, Korea, even the Aussies contributed a ship.

The ships of CTF-151 patrolled the waters from the Gulf of Aden to the western parts of the Arabian sea, especially around the coasts of Somalia. In doing so, they protected the merchant ships responsible for a large fraction of the world's commerce from pirates who threatened to hijack ships, take their crews hostage, and then take control of the vessels and cargoes. As an armed warship, the Dunham was one of ships tasks with hunting down any suspected pirate vessels - like the one we were about to board.

As as one of the "Visit, Board, Search, and Seize" (VBSS) team members, it was my job to actually board the ship - something the crew of which may or may not like - and take control of it. Not only that, but today, I was more than just a a team member.

I stood at attention in front of the captain, "Skipper."

He turned and reached to clip the comm handset back into its holder, "Gunny. How's the team looking?"

"Like clockwork, Skipper. We'll be ready once the RHIBs are within range," I nodded. "Sir, is it true about the LT?"

The captain grimaced, but likewise nodded. "Afraid so, Gunny: Cirrhosis. Lieutenant Hoffman's not just off the boarding crew, he's out of the Navy. You up for taking the boarding party? Not just now, but until a new officer is assigned."

"Oorah, Skipper," I nodded again, this time with more certainty. I wasn't a Marine NCO if I wasn't ready to step up.

One of the look-outs called out to the captain, "Captain, the boat still isn't heaving to."

He turned, looking out the front windows. He grabbed his handset again, "Combat, Bridge. TAO: Send one last hail to the suspect vessel and slew the 5-inch of its bow. Then have one of the .50 cals ready to fire a warning burst."

When the captain turned to give the orders, my eyes slid over to a Navy lieutenant (junior grade) who was acting as the Officer of the Deck. Wisps of her hair escaped her cap as she lowered her binoculars. Her bright eyes swiveled to me when she noticed me looking at her. Given the situation outside, no one on the bridge was aware that either of us noticed the other. But her eyes changed slightly and her lip crept into a delicate bite. In return I gave her a wink right before the captain turned back to me.

"Alright, looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way." He gave me a look and I snapped my attention back to him. "Gunnery Sergeant Jackson, take TAIPAN. Board that ship, turn it inside out, and then give the crew a stern talking to."

"Aye aye, Skipper." I set off to leave the bridge. I gave one last look to the Officer of the Deck just as the port-side .50cal let off a throaty six-round burst.

Looking for a long-term RP with some romance and covert coitus!

Kinks mainly are romance and hidden sex - other can be discussed. Limits are standard: Blood, Scat, Vore, and NJPs.

Disclaimer: The below is not a role-play prompt

Still available

Experience not required

Not your ordinary prompt

Your requirements

• Over the age of 25, (preferably 28-50). My sincere apologies, just trying to find someone who I can connect with.
• I will accept ladies who are senior. I don't mind how old you are, as long as it forms a connection.
• You aren't a dominant or intend to dominate (unless asked) as this conflicts with me being dominant

Who am I?

• I am a 29 year old straight male living in a Pacific Island country.
• I am tall, slim to medium built, tanned
• I am told that I am quite intelligent and also wise beyond my years
• Dominant
• Responds in several, short, well thought out responses
• will not write lengthy paragraphs but it is intended that the exchange will be descriptive
• the idea is: it is in the moment, spontaneous and catches you off guard

What I am looking for?

Looking for a woman who wants to do a written exchange in the present moment perhaps with a bit of aided imagination.

The idea is to be as spontaneous as possible.

It's assumed you're a woman, alone, seeking banter, excitement, a little romance, and/or more,...

I will flirt with you and ask you all sorts of cheeky and naughty questions.

You can choose to answer or skip.

The idea is to have some fun that provides us both excitement in the spur of the moment. I will write you actions that I'll perform, and I expect you to tell me how that would make you feel or how you would respond and react.

If you have any requests, specific kinks, needs or limits, I will gladly accept it and incorporate it into our encounter.

You're most welcome to send me a chat message (or DM) and enquire if any of the above interests you.

If you've read this far, Thank you for reading I hope to hear from you

Yours Truly

Neil

Sometimes I hate my job. Dealing with customers and having to put on a friendly and happy face even on days when I'm not feeling it.  Add to that the daily stresses of life, it all just makes me want to throw in the towel.

All I want to do is to come home and have a nice thick cock shoved inside of me.  Maybe down my throat to start, leading up to being bent over and getting fucked roughly in my pussy or ass.  Just make me forget about my day and work.

I don't want to have to think or worry about anything going on in my life right now.  I'm a bit stressed out and overwhelmed that I want to just run away from it all.

I just want to get fucked and used.  That's my therapy.  That's what makes me happy.  Make everything in my life NOT matter.  The only things that should are, how hard I can keep your dick.  How much I can make you cum and how much pleasure you can get out of using me.

I know this is all a bit short but I think you guys can relate and know what I need.

Some kinks of mine to give you ideas:

blowjobs, deepthroating, getting face/throat fucked, misogyny, excessive amounts of cum, anal, face fucking, hair pulling, name calling, degradation, sub/dom, tit fucking, cock worship, swallowing, getting jacked off on, handjobs, dirty talk, throatpies, rough sex

Hello! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been here. I used to frequent this sub years ago and took a hiatus for personal reasons. So here we go with a new account and fresh start. I do want to put a disclaimer out up front that I don’t have a whole lot of time to correspond, and as such my responses will likely be a couple days apart, but I intend to make up for the sparsity of my messages with length and quality. I’d like to think about this as writing a novel or narrative together as we RP our characters. I understand if this already turns off a lot of potential writing partners, and I apologize but I figured I’d get that out of the way up front so no one is under any illusions. Anywho on to my prompt:

Miss Priscilla Hildebrandt is the wealthy CEO of a global financial holdings firm. She’s 38 years old, single, and openly lesbian. She has a penchant for approaching random women she sees as desirable and offering them large sums of money to spend the weekend with her, paying no heed to their sexual orientation. In fact, she prefers going after straight women for the extra challenge. But to earn the money, the women she approaches have to sign a contract saying they consent to being Miss Hildebrandt’s legal property for 72 hours. The contracts always spell out protections for the women so they know they won’t be harmed out of malicious intent, and there’s always a safe word involved which Priscilla considers sacrosanct. Her latest target of desire is a waitress at a fine dining restaurant she visits on a regular basis.

Lily Peterson is the waitress in question at Saveurs de Paris, a fine dining restaurant serving high end French cuisine. She is 20 years old, single, and 100% sure she’s straight. She’s trying to get by paying for college on her own with her job waiting tables. The pay sucks but the tips are good since most of the patrons are very wealthy. However her tuition is expensive and she has to live downtown so her rent is through the roof, and she doesn’t know how she’ll be able to pay for her last year if her landlord keeps increasing her rent. She needs money but she doesn’t want to do anything too drastic. Starting an OnlyFans as absolutely out of the question. She knows who Priscilla is based on the notoriety of her position as a CEO and public figure, and always makes sure she gives Priscilla the best service when assigned to wait her table. What she doesn’t know is Priscilla’s special proclivities, but she’s about to find out.

I am willing to write as either character as I am switch. I envision Priscilla as highly dominant with a commanding presence. She gets her way a lot and nobody who knows her has the courage to say “no” to her. People would rather be uncomfortable and do things they do want to do around her rather than risk making her mad. Lily on the other hand I see having 2 options, one being a people pleaser, always just wanting to make those around her happy even at her own detriment. The other being a strong-willed, stubborn student trying desperately to make ends meet independently. Of course, you are absolutely welcome to create your own personality for whichever character you choose.

Please message me if you’re interested in writing as either character, and please let me know which you’d prefer.

Kinks include: rope play, breath play, public play, orgasm control, CNC, forced lesbian, free use, light pain, and big toys

Limits include: anal, scat, piss, blood and other bodily fluids, beastiality, extreme pain, and snuff

You might be the lurker that just say, "what if?" You might be your second time and got heart broken.

Yes, I've been in your shoes before. I'm a 34 year old married man, who is a chubby dad bod. I'm a nerd but can hold up a conversation about various things, if given the chance. Also I live in Florida as well and it is hot as the dickens. What I'm here for is to find a partner in crime that can be there for each other but also respect that we can't always be there do to our own situation and don't want it to be change as well. I do want things to be slow a bit, get to know each other and then maybe later on get to naughty or if the vibe is right as well. Of course, that isn't the important, we do want a partner just to be there for us to feel appreciate. To feel like we can have that spark. And other little things as well.

Now here are the requirements from you: Just be you. Body size, height, or whatever doesn't matter. Race don't matter as well. Age... well does matter if you're over 18. Otherwise, just be your full 100% self with me that maybe you haven't shown in a while or haven't been comfortable with as well.

I do hope to hear from you soon!

You might be the lurker that just say, "what if?" You might be your second time and got heart broken. Or you probably been doing this for a while and just say to yourself "let's do this again!"

Yes, I've been in your shoes before. I'm a 34 year old married man, who is a chubby dad bod. I'm a nerd but can hold up a conversation about various things, if given the chance. Also I live in Florida as well and it is hot as the dickens. What I'm here for is to find a partner in crime that can be there for each other but also respect that we can't always be there do to our own situation and don't want it to be change as well. I do want things to be slow a bit, get to know each other and then maybe later on get to naughty or if the vibe is right as well. Of course, that isn't the important, we do want a partner just to be there for us to feel appreciate. To feel like we can have that spark. And other little things as well.

Now here are the requirements from you: Just be you. Body size, height, or whatever doesn't matter. Race don't matter as well. Age... well does matter if you're over 18. Otherwise, just be your full 100% self with me that maybe you haven't shown in a while or haven't been comfortable with as well.

I do hope to hear from you soon!