My ex girlfriend Melissa, 36D-26-36 5'2", these were her actual measurements. She had this long blonde natural hair that I would immediately dye even more blonde. blue eyes. very sexy woman. She and I dated while she was in nursing school and I just wish I could wake up on day and become her.

She had major daddy issues and really had a thing for abusive men both before and after me. I know this didn't include me because I could never really fuck her right. She wanted it to be insanely rough and really just treat her like shit. Talk dirty to her and degrade her to a degree that I never was comfortable with. What I eventually realized was I was just kinda wishing I was her and could be a submissive slut to some tall, arrogant asshole.

The peak of my fantasy is just getting fucked rough by some guy who doesnt care about me, I'm not on birth control, it's rough, it's doggy, I beg him to not cum inside me because I know he's a cheating asshole who will make the worst dad in the world...and he does it anyways against my explicit protests.

Kinks: obviously a little specific but mostly the stuff above with maybe some cock worship, larger cocks involved, noncon, dubcon, and just being a slave to a man who doesn't deserve me

anyways, yeah if you wana chat just hit me up with age/sex please so I know who I am talking to and we can have a chat, possibly RP

I've read a bunch of these posts from time to time and ik a lot of yall have like the most crazy shit to say. that's not me but I wanted to share something that maybe you could think about on your next hospital visit.

so I'm a nurse. yeah, IK it's like the most cliche job ever lol but I really love my job more than anything in the world! I'm still kinda new at it so that might be part of the reason but I dont think anything will ever change.

anyways, I'm sort forgetful in my personal life and often forget to do laundry and stuff. i have an assortment of sexy thong I wear when i go out and stuff or go to the gym to not have a panty line with my leggings, but for scrubs it's really, like seriously really important that you wear more full coverage underwear. the reason is if you bend over like at all you can see a clear visible panty line through the fabric. I wear kinda cute form fitting scrubs so it's a major problem.

well one day like I said, I had issues remember to do laundry and literally had nothing clean. I thought about going to the store and getting some new ones but elected not to.

I did something I can never tell anyone which was borrowed my roommates thong. now idk why but this woman only has thongs, so it's not like I had a choice. It was clean lol. but yeah I wore her metallic/shiny red thong under my scrubs that day at work. I knew if I bent over like even slightly and ESPECIALLY if I bent over all the way that it would be 100% obvious that I was basically wearing a stripper thong under my scrubs. It made me so unbelievably horny all day I could barely take it and masturbated for like an hour on my bed as soon as I got home.

Since then I bought more thongs and it's all I wear to work. Gives me a lot of confidence I never knew I had, and hopefully at work doesn't give me a reputation for being that slutty blonde nurse that always wears thongs haha.

I don't think I'm looking for RP. Rather I'm imaging my life as a woman. I have a very specific vision in my mind of what it would look like.

My ex girlfriend Melissa, 24 years old, 36D-26-36 5'2", a truth "skinny thick" soccer gal build, these were her actual measurements. She had this long blonde natural hair that I would immediately dye even more blonde. blue eyes. very sexy woman. She and I dated while she was in nursing school and I just wish I could wake up on day and become her.

She had major daddy issues and really had a thing for abusive men both before and after me. I know this didn't include me because I could never really fuck her right. She wanted it to be insanely rough and really just treat her like shit. Talk dirty to her and degrade her to a degree that I never was comfortable with. What I eventually realized was I was just kinda wishing I was her and could be a submissive slut to some tall, arrogant asshole. Just the thought of being in her body and STRUGGLNG to take some big cock from a guy like that and getting pleasure beyond words. I wouldn't be on birth control either to add to the stress, anxiety, and strength of orgasms.

I'd want the whole package too, not just the hot sex. The good and the bad. Periods on one hand but ovulation energy and being horny and out of my mind on the other hand. Loving my job, but also stressed about those crippling private student loans...but still buying designer heels I can't afford.

Kinks: obviously a little specific but mostly the stuff above with maybe some cock worship, larger cocks involved, noncon, dubcon, and just being a slave to a man who doesn't deserve me

I don't think I'm looking for RP. Rather I'm imaging my life as a woman. I have a very specific vision in my mind of what it would look like.

My ex girlfriend Melissa, 36D-26-36 5'2", these were her actual measurements. She had this long blonde natural hair that I would immediately dye even more blonde. blue eyes. very sexy woman. She and I dated while she was in nursing school and I just wish I could wake up on day and become her.

She had major daddy issues and really had a thing for abusive men both before and after me. I know this didn't include me because I could never really fuck her right. She wanted it to be insanely rough and really just treat her like shit. Talk dirty to her and degrade her to a degree that I never was comfortable with. What I eventually realized was I was just kinda wishing I was her and could be a submissive slut to some tall, arrogant asshole.

Kinks: obviously a little specific but mostly the stuff above with maybe some cock worship, larger cocks involved, noncon, dubcon, and just being a slave to a man who doesn't deserve me

anyways, yeah if you wana chat just hit me up with age/sex please so I know who I am talking to and we can have a chat, not really looking for RP. Or maybe I am idk

Does anyone else remember Alias, especially the nightclub mission with Sydney in that unforgettable blue disguise?

For this story, I am Sydney Bristow—but this is an alternate version of her. I have the intelligence and nerve to work undercover, but no meaningful combat training. Once I enter the club, I cannot fight my way out. I have to survive through deception, seduction, improvisation, and complete trust in the man speaking through my earpiece.

Physically, I’m about 5'5" and 115 pounds, with a lean, feminine figure and long legs. I have long blonde hair. My eyes are hazel, my features are soft but striking, and I look just innocent enough that most men underestimate me.

My disguise is intentionally impossible to ignore.

I’m wearing a glossy blue latex micro-mini dress, molded tightly to every curve. It has a dangerously short hemline, a low-cut neckline, narrow straps, and a polished surface that reflects the nightclub lights every time I move. The latex is thin, seamless, and so tight that it feels less like clothing and more like a second skin. No panties. No bra. 5" heels. They make my legs look longer and force me into a slower, more deliberate walk. I look confident, experienced, and completely at home in the club.

The reality is that I am none of those things.

The mission

I am being sent into Eidolon, a private nightclub used by wealthy criminals, corrupt officials, traffickers, and intelligence brokers. The club is heavily guarded, membership-only, and filled with men who assume that every attractive woman inside is available for the right price.

My objective is to steal an encrypted file called Glasshouse.

The file contains:

• The identities of compromised intelligence officers
• Evidence being used to blackmail government officials
• The location of a missing woman scheduled to be transferred that night
• Proof that someone inside my own agency is protecting the club

The server containing Glasshouse is inside the owner’s private suite. It can only be accessed while his biometric bracelet is within several feet of the terminal.

That means I cannot simply sneak upstairs.

I need to persuade the club’s owner—or another man with sufficient access—to take me there voluntarily.

That is where you come in.

Your role

You are my handler, watching through the club’s cameras and speaking directly into the tiny receiver hidden in my ear.

You know the layout, the suspects, and the mission. You can scan faces, research the men approaching me, and tell me which ones matter.

The problem is that most of them do not matter.

Some will approach because they think I am available. Some will interfere because they are jealous, suspicious, drunk, controlling, or simply attracted to me. I may have to entertain the wrong man to maintain my cover, distract security, gain access to another room, or avoid being exposed.

You may have to listen while I flirt with someone who has absolutely nothing to do with Glasshouse.

You might even discover that he is irrelevant only after I have already let the situation go much further than either of us expected.

I want the dynamic between us to include trust, surveillance, restrained jealousy, whispered instructions, and the tension of you trying to remain professional while watching everything I do.

The gadgets

My equipment is experimental. Every gadget has a useful function, but each one also has a possible malfunction that makes the mission more compromising.

I want you to come up with the gadgets (3 of them) each should have good and bad consequences that randomly happen. Like maybe a lipgloss that is truth serum but if I leave it on too long I get insanely horny.

The backfires should make Sydney more vulnerable, distracted, aroused, compliant, or tempted—but she should remain capable of making choices. We can discuss boundaries and limits before beginning.

So, does anyone remember Alias?

And would you like to be the man in my ear, watching Sydney Bristow walk into the most dangerous club of her life?

KINKS: big cocks, forced impregnation

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

Does anyone else remember Alias, especially the nightclub mission with Sydney in that unforgettable blue disguise?

For this story, I am Sydney Bristow—but this is an alternate version of her. I have the intelligence and nerve to work undercover, but no meaningful combat training. Once I enter the club, I cannot fight my way out. I have to survive through deception, seduction, improvisation, and complete trust in the man speaking through my earpiece.

Physically, I’m about 5'5" and 115 pounds, with a lean, feminine figure and long legs. I have long blonde hair. My eyes are hazel, my features are soft but striking, and I look just innocent enough that most men underestimate me.

My disguise is intentionally impossible to ignore.

I’m wearing a glossy blue latex micro-mini dress, molded tightly to every curve. It has a dangerously short hemline, a low-cut neckline, narrow straps, and a polished surface that reflects the nightclub lights every time I move. The latex is thin, seamless, and so tight that it feels less like clothing and more like a second skin. No panties. No bra. 5" heels. They make my legs look longer and force me into a slower, more deliberate walk. I look confident, experienced, and completely at home in the club.

The reality is that I am none of those things.

The mission

I am being sent into Eidolon, a private nightclub used by wealthy criminals, corrupt officials, traffickers, and intelligence brokers. The club is heavily guarded, membership-only, and filled with men who assume that every attractive woman inside is available for the right price.

My objective is to steal an encrypted file called Glasshouse.

The file contains:

• The identities of compromised intelligence officers
• Evidence being used to blackmail government officials
• The location of a missing woman scheduled to be transferred that night
• Proof that someone inside my own agency is protecting the club

The server containing Glasshouse is inside the owner’s private suite. It can only be accessed while his biometric bracelet is within several feet of the terminal.

That means I cannot simply sneak upstairs.

I need to persuade the club’s owner—or another man with sufficient access—to take me there voluntarily.

That is where you come in.

Your role

You are my handler, watching through the club’s cameras and speaking directly into the tiny receiver hidden in my ear.

You know the layout, the suspects, and the mission. You can scan faces, research the men approaching me, and tell me which ones matter.

The problem is that most of them do not matter.

Some will approach because they think I am available. Some will interfere because they are jealous, suspicious, drunk, controlling, or simply attracted to me. I may have to entertain the wrong man to maintain my cover, distract security, gain access to another room, or avoid being exposed.

You may have to listen while I flirt with someone who has absolutely nothing to do with Glasshouse.

You might even discover that he is irrelevant only after I have already let the situation go much further than either of us expected.

I want the dynamic between us to include trust, surveillance, restrained jealousy, whispered instructions, and the tension of you trying to remain professional while watching everything I do.

The gadgets

My equipment is experimental. Every gadget has a useful function, but each one also has a possible malfunction that makes the mission more compromising.

I want you to come up with the gadgets (3 of them) each should have good and bad consequences that randomly happen. Like maybe a lipgloss that is truth serum but if I leave it on too long I get insanely horny.

The backfires should make Sydney more vulnerable, distracted, aroused, compliant, or tempted—but she should remain capable of making choices. We can discuss boundaries and limits before beginning.

So, does anyone remember Alias?

And would you like to be the man in my ear, watching Sydney Bristow walk into the most dangerous club of her life?

KINKS: big cocks, forced impregnation

I want to have a conversation with someone about nurses.

I am a RN irl. I'm 23 years old and have been working for about a year now. I love my job! I work at a hospital as a floor nurse (which means I just do the basic stuff), but I work 7a-7p on the cardiology floor which can be a little intense sometimes. Still, no matter how hard it can get sometimes I absolutely LOVE my job, my patients, and my coworkers.

Something I did notice was that guys really have this "naughty nurse fetish". A lot of the nurses I see talk about this online and some I work with can't stand this. I am not one of those people. I absolutely think it's incredibly hot that guy fantasize about me as a slutty nurse.

I actually did a slutty naughty nurse for halloween once and I still have it in my closet. I've always thought about doing a RP with a stranger off Tinder or something lol. Like the very first time I ever meet him I'm in full costume and stay in character the whole time..get a sperm sample or whatever lol.

Other things I do is I ALWAYS wear a thong to work 100% of the time. This is something women fret about all the time when working in scrubs. Thongs are harder to see, but become 100% visible panty line when you bend over at the waist. I feel so fucking naughty when I know I'm bending over and a guy sees the outline of my thong through my scrubs. I always pretend not to notice that he noticed but it's a HUGE turn on.

But yeah, I just wana chat about guys and how much they love nurses! haha. If you wana chat send me your name/age/height/weight/ethnicity/occupation. I really like to have a strong visual of who I'm speaking to (hard limit no pics!). I'm Kaylee/23/5'4"/115lbs/white/RN ;)

Kinks: Big cocks, tall men, cocky attitudes lol

Does anyone else remember Alias, especially the nightclub mission with Sydney in that unforgettable blue disguise?

For this story, I am Sydney Bristow—but this is an alternate version of her. I have the intelligence and nerve to work undercover, but no meaningful combat training. Once I enter the club, I cannot fight my way out. I have to survive through deception, seduction, improvisation, and complete trust in the man speaking through my earpiece.

Physically, I’m about 5'5" and 115 pounds, with a lean, feminine figure and long legs. I have long blonde hair. My eyes are hazel, my features are soft but striking, and I look just innocent enough that most men underestimate me.

My disguise is intentionally impossible to ignore.

I’m wearing a glossy blue latex micro-mini dress, molded tightly to every curve. It has a dangerously short hemline, a low-cut neckline, narrow straps, and a polished surface that reflects the nightclub lights every time I move. The latex is thin, seamless, and so tight that it feels less like clothing and more like a second skin. No panties. No bra. 5" heels. They make my legs look longer and force me into a slower, more deliberate walk. I look confident, experienced, and completely at home in the club.

The reality is that I am none of those things.

The mission

I am being sent into Eidolon, a private nightclub used by wealthy criminals, corrupt officials, traffickers, and intelligence brokers. The club is heavily guarded, membership-only, and filled with men who assume that every attractive woman inside is available for the right price.

My objective is to steal an encrypted file called Glasshouse.

The file contains:

• The identities of compromised intelligence officers
• Evidence being used to blackmail government officials
• The location of a missing woman scheduled to be transferred that night
• Proof that someone inside my own agency is protecting the club

The server containing Glasshouse is inside the owner’s private suite. It can only be accessed while his biometric bracelet is within several feet of the terminal.

That means I cannot simply sneak upstairs.

I need to persuade the club’s owner—or another man with sufficient access—to take me there voluntarily.

That is where you come in.

Your role

You are my handler, watching through the club’s cameras and speaking directly into the tiny receiver hidden in my ear.

You know the layout, the suspects, and the mission. You can scan faces, research the men approaching me, and tell me which ones matter.

The problem is that most of them do not matter.

Some will approach because they think I am available. Some will interfere because they are jealous, suspicious, drunk, controlling, or simply attracted to me. I may have to entertain the wrong man to maintain my cover, distract security, gain access to another room, or avoid being exposed.

You may have to listen while I flirt with someone who has absolutely nothing to do with Glasshouse.

You might even discover that he is irrelevant only after I have already let the situation go much further than either of us expected.

I want the dynamic between us to include trust, surveillance, restrained jealousy, whispered instructions, and the tension of you trying to remain professional while watching everything I do.

The gadgets

My equipment is experimental. Every gadget has a useful function, but each one also has a possible malfunction that makes the mission more compromising.

I want you to come up with the gadgets (3 of them) each should have good and bad consequences that randomly happen. Like maybe a lipgloss that is truth serum but if I leave it on too long I get insanely horny.

The backfires should make Sydney more vulnerable, distracted, aroused, compliant, or tempted—but she should remain capable of making choices. We can discuss boundaries and limits before beginning.

So, does anyone remember Alias?

And would you like to be the man in my ear, watching Sydney Bristow walk into the most dangerous club of her life?