Jay-O was the definition of a street dude. He grew up on the street, he made his money on the street, and the streets loved him. Jay was 6’3 and 195 pounds. His chest was large and chiseled, his shoulders and back had small ripples of muscles going through them, his thighs were large. His dreads came down to his shoulders, and he was already feared at the age of twenty-nine. He looked primitive, dominant… and was clearly force to be reckoned with.
Hanging out in the club was a natural location for Jay-O. There, his crew would receive orders from him, he would collect money, and he would be on the prowl.. on the prowl for who? You.
Who. Are. You
A innocent girl? A bartender at the club? A young college girl? What else?
One thing is for sure, Jay-Os goal is going to be to own and corrupt you.. and that’s gonna get flipped on its head.
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Dark brown eyes scanned the dance floor. I had a good view of the club, on the second floor VIP section my bird eye view made it easy to keep tabs on my surroundings. Sipping on a henny and coke while the bass hitting hip hop music vibrated through my core.
“Yeeerr, Jay-OOOOHHHH” the booming voice of my lil homie victor pierced my ears before he even entered the room. He was a shorter guy, about 5’8 and no heavier than 165 pounds, but he was a good earner and a funny fuck. He was already reaching out his hand to dap me up before I even had the chance to stand. Naturally I towered over him and pulled him into my embrace, my voice welcoming and raised due to the loud music “Wadddupp thooo”
It was just a normal night at the club.. a normal night until I saw you.
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I purposely left this vague, I love an enchilada of different story’s. The top doesn’t show any of my role play ability, I tend to write 3-6 detailed paragraphs, and am super literate, and am capable of playing in 1st or 3rd person. We don’t need to necessarily follow this story line, we can meet any other way and I’m eager to world build.
One particular way we could go- Jay-O is a black drug dealer in this rough neighborhood, a place your character should steer far from. Jay clearly got it better than most, but he’s dangerous. He wants to corrupt you, own you... he’ll try to get you addicted to BBC. Of course it’s not gonna go the way he expects .
I really don’t have to many limits at all, I’m a big fan of writing long, and painfully descriptive roleplays, but can/will adjust to your writing preferences. I’d love to hear back from you. Generally between 3-6 paragraphs..
Please come at me with a detailed character description.
Below is alittle crazy and not all needs to be included.
Kinks-
Making out, Teasing, Deep Throat, Risky sex, Messy sex, Impact play, Rough sex, Moaning, Oral, Facefucking, Anal, Lots of cum, Breakdown, Sexual exhaustion/frustration, Flirting, Tears, Addiction, Gagging, Some filth, Cheating, Screaming, Noncon, Feet, Total Power Exchange, Branding, Outercourse, Facials, Messy hair, Interracial, Heavy race play, Knife Play, Blood, Spanking, Dry humping/grinding, Namecalling, Worship, Spitting in mouth, Heavy raceplay, Breathplay, Sweaty sex, Breeding, Humiliation, Degrading, Snuff, hair pulling, Face Sitting, Face Grinding, Musk.
Limits- No Poo, No underage