u/Chemical-Insides

All users and roles must be 21+

I'm looking for an RP where I play the male (Husband/BF), and you play the female (Wife/GF) roles. I have a few plot points and prompts for this and, as usual, I'm open for changes in plot. Slow-build, long-RPs get priority.

The Plot:

“Babe, did you have dinner plans with your brother this evening?”, Sandra (you) walked into the living room after tidying up the kitchen. She’s naked, as usual, and her body still has remnants from breakfast and morning sex. The kitchen was a bit of a mess after she was pleasured over and over again by her forever love, Jonas (me), but it was needed after a long week of work. They both work from home, and the house is rather secluded in a larger property, which helped their unusual lifestyle immensely. They despised clothes, and neither of them wore anything unless it was an important online meeting. Their outdoor activities catered to nudism, and they didn’t go out much.

Jonas looked around, naked, his flaccid cock hanging between his legs as he sat on the comfortable couch, “Not sure, love. I’ll have to check”. His body was covered with Sandra’s spit and puke from the morning, and he was casually having his second coffee, made with her fresh morning piss. “This coffee is amazing! I think it’s good that you didn’t drink a lot of water yesterday. So potent”, he took another sip. “I was thinking about making some pie for the evening. My tummy is so bloated, it’s been days!” Sandra stood in front of Jonas, caressing her belly, complaining about her BM.

“Yea? That would be nice. I’ll check with my brother soon” (Hook for incest, if necessary), Jonas placed the coffee mug on the floor, next to a drying puddle of piss, turned Sandra around and started parting her ass cheeks with both his hands. “Push, baby. I want to see”, and placed his nose right by her asshole and started inhaling, as Sandra bent down a bit and pushed her asshole, trying to gape it.

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You get the idea! The premise is a loving couple with zero hygiene and a normalised gross life, if you may. It's not mandatory to include all the kinks/fetishes, but for this prompt, the idea of enjoying each other's waste is important :)

Stories will be slow-burn, and we can include a lot other kinks like "incest, beast etc.".

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than one line, preferably 5+ lines or more, please reach out with the Password "Mustard" and a brief description of yourself and your interests. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored.

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Kinks: Incest, Beast, Raceplay, Watersports, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, CNC, FemDom, to name a few.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones. I’m from Norway, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus.

I'm looking for long-term Goon buds, and Feeders

Drop your ASL and please please feed me more BBC IR porn.

Tele: JSTG544

Hi,

I'm a 33-year-old bi male twink, and I'm looking for someone long-term to have regular meet-ups with. I'm a bit picky, and I'm looking for serious ones.

I'm a bottom, and if you're a male, I would love to come to you for daily sucking and gooning (if you're into it). So, you must have a place :)

Hmu with your ASL, and we'll chat to see if we match.

It starts quietly, as most long endings do.

You used to believe in the marriage. Being the trad wife, and taking care of things. The routine, the stability, the idea that “good enough” was still good. He was dependable, predictable, safe. The kind of man who never forgot birthdays, never raised his voice, never really challenged anything. And for a long time, that felt like enough.

But somewhere along the way, “safe” started to feel like “small”. You wanted more. More attention, more excitement, more spontaneity, and more… cock.

You don’t explode. You don’t confront him directly. Instead, you begin to reshape the atmosphere of your life together in subtle, almost imperceptible ways. Small corrections become constant criticism. His decisions are second-guessed, not loudly, but with a quiet, cutting disappointment that lingers longer than any argument would. When he tries to take initiative, you reframe it as naïve. When he retreats, you call him passive. There is no correct version of him anymore.

How long has it been since you let him fuck you? He tried - oh, he tried a lot. But you slowly guided him to a dead bedroom. You asked him to watch porn - more and more every day. You wanted him to be addicted to porn - not to sex.

Over time, he adapts. He becomes more hesitant, more apologetic, more eager to please. The edges of his personality soften under repeated pressure until he starts anticipating her dissatisfaction before she even expresses it. He begins to shrink into the version of himself that causes the least resistance.

All this, simply because you wanted to justify your cheating. For Months now, you’ve been cheating on your husband with a man who treats you like trash. But that’s what you crave - the true dominant fucking, the monstrous meat shaft that reshapes your breeding hole at least three times a week, and in a sadistic jest, the feeling of cuddling with your husband after seeing your lover.

How can this go on? How far would you go, and how much are you willing to do?

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Hi there, DPP! This is a slow-burning, long-term RP, revolving around the above prompt. I’m comfortable with an array of kinks, and I lean on the filthier side of debauchery, for the most part. I will be playing the husband and the lover, and we can discuss further about the setting/characters and other fundamentals.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than a few lines (preferably a few paragraphs), please reach out with the password "Marriage" and a brief description of yourself and your kinks/limits. I’d prioritise your message if it includes characters, your ideas and such. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored.

Kinks: Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Raceplay, CNC, FemDom, Incest, Power dynamics, Free use, Beast, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, Feederism, Somno/Intox, and the list expands into Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, Feet and Armpits.

Limits: For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. I’m from the EU, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus. I’m hoping for a slower-paced, long-term RP since the responses can be low-frequency, about 3-5 a day, and we will play in our free time, slowly enjoying the taboos.

I'm looking for long-term feeders to goon with. Please I need more porn to get worse.

TG: JSTG544

The week had been relentless - back-to-back meetings, travel, practices, and everything in between. Saturdays, though, were ours. Time to slow down, be together, and actually enjoy the quiet we’d earned.

That morning started perfectly. The weather was unusually kind, and I woke to the smell of fresh bacon drifting upstairs.

I stretched, letting out a long yawn, still carrying the tension of the week in my shoulders as I pushed myself out of bed. Voices from downstairs told me I was the last one up. Jake, our oldest son, was probably back from the gym already, and our younger daughter, Katie would be in the kitchen with her mom, Sandra, helping like she always did. It was a good life. Simple, in the best way. And they were everything to me.

“Jake, baby, could you get the eggs ready?”

Sandra’s voice wavered slightly, just enough to catch my attention. By the time I stepped into the kitchen, it was obvious why - and I couldn’t help the faint smirk that followed. The no-clothes-at-home was a beautiful rule to have, and the two young ones enjoyed every bit of it!

Sandra was flipping the pancakes and frying the bacon with her leg lifted up, as Katie licked and slurped her mother’s pussy, kneeling by her. Katie was moaning louder than her mother, and I knew how much she loved the taste of the hole, which she herself came out of. Jake was waggling his hung manhood side-to-side as he walked to the fridge to grab the eggs. I knew he was enjoying the show and probably wanking to it.

“Good morning, Dad”, Jake’s greeting made the two girls stop what they were doing for a moment, looked back and smile. “Good morning, Jake. I see the girls have started the morning already”, I utter casually - and take a seat by the kitchen table.

“Aw, is my darling feeling jealous..?” Sandra’s teasing is met with a giggle from Katie. “Go to your father, baby. Mommy can wait*”.

The mornings, as well as the evenings, with my family are casual and relaxing. It’s taken us some time to get here, and introducing our younglings to the lifestyle didn’t take much effort once they were of age. Everyone was free for anyone, and men usually took control.

Especially, when Jake is in heat, he had the urge to establish dominance and take what he wanted, and the girls always had the pleasure of serving. Of course, the dynamics often altered, and we sometimes had guests of our own too.

“Jake, Mom is ovulating these days. I want you to breed her this time. Don’t waste your seed, son. Go on, and mount your mother” I let out a stern yet loving command, as Katie gets comfortable holding my flaccid cock in her hands.

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Hi there, DPP! I’m proposing a role-play revolving around a family of four. The debauchery and the taboos are normalised, and so are some extreme kinks/fetishes. The family is well-established, loving and adventurous - to say the least. Almost nothing is off limits here, and the RP can be slice-of-life, so we can enjoy several, ongoing scenes.

Kinks: Incest, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, FreeUse, Raceplay, Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, CNC, FemDom, Beast, Feederism, Somno/Intox, Feet and Armpits.

Limits: For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

As you see, I write long, and there are many kinks that we can play with. It is not a must to include all of them or all the filth, but I do lean more on filth as well. I'm open to playing multiple roles, depending on how well you write, and how we match on the fundamentals/details.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than a few lines (preferably a few paragraphs), please reach out with the Password "Family" and a brief description of yourself and your kinks/limits. I’d prioritise your message if it includes characters, your ideas and such. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones. I’m from the EU, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus. Responses can be low-frequency, about 3-5 a day, and we will play in our free-time, slowly enjoying the taboos.

The week had been relentless - back-to-back meetings, travel, practices, and everything in between. Saturdays, though, were ours. Time to slow down, be together, and actually enjoy the quiet we’d earned.

That morning started perfectly. The weather was unusually kind, and I woke to the smell of fresh bacon drifting upstairs.

I stretched, letting out a long yawn, still carrying the tension of the week in my shoulders as I pushed myself out of bed. Voices from downstairs told me I was the last one up. Jake, our oldest son, was probably back from the gym already, and our younger daughter, Katie would be in the kitchen with her mom, Sandra, helping like she always did.

It was a good life. Simple, in the best way. And they were everything to me.

“*Jake, baby, could you get the eggs ready?*”

Sandra’s voice wavered slightly, just enough to catch my attention. By the time I stepped into the kitchen, it was obvious why - and I couldn’t help the faint smirk that followed. The no-clothes-at-home was a beautiful rule to have, and the two young ones enjoyed every bit of it!

Sandra was flipping the pancakes and frying the bacon with her leg lifted up, as Katie licked and slurped her mother’s pussy, kneeling by her. Katie was moaning louder than her mother, and I knew how much she loved the taste of the hole, which she herself came out of. Jake was waggling his hung manhood side-to-side as he walked to the fridge to grab the eggs. I knew he was enjoying the show and probably wanking to it.

“*Good morning, Dad*”, Jake’s greeting made the two girls stop what they were doing for a moment, looked back and smile. “*Good morning, Jake. I see the girls have started the morning already*”, I utter casually - and take a seat by the kitchen table.

“*Aw, is my darling feeling jealous..?*” Sandra’s teasing is met with a giggle from Katie. “Go to your father, baby. Mommy can wait*”.

The mornings, as well as the evenings, with my family are casual and relaxing. It’s taken us some time to get here, and introducing our younglings to the lifestyle didn’t take much effort once they were of age. Everyone was free for anyone, and men usually took control.

Especially, when Jake is in heat, he had the urge to establish dominance and take what he wanted, and the girls always had the pleasure of serving. Of course, the dynamics often altered, and we sometimes had guests of our own too.

“*Jake, Mom is ovulating these days. I want you to breed her this time. Don’t waste your seed, son. Go on, and mount your mother*” I let out a stern yet loving command, as Katie gets comfortable holding my flaccid cock in her hands.

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Hi there! I’m proposing a role-play revolving around a family of four. The debauchery and the taboos are normalised, and so are some extreme kinks/fetishes. The family is well-established, loving and adventurous - to say the least. Almost nothing is off limits here, and the RP can be slice-of-life, so we can enjoy several, ongoing scenes.

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

**Kinks:** Incest, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, FreeUse, Raceplay, Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, CNC, FemDom, Beast, Feederism, Somno/Intox, Feet and Armpits.

**Limits:** For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

As you see, I write long, and there are many kinks that we can play with. It is not a must to include all of them or all the filth, but I do lean more on filth as well. I'm open to playing **multiple roles**, depending on how well you write, and how we match on the fundamentals/details.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than a few lines (preferably a few paragraphs), please reach out with the Password "**Family**" and a brief description of yourself and your kinks/limits. I’d prioritise your message if it includes characters, your ideas and such. If your first message is barely a “*Hey/Hi*” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), **you will be ignored**.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones. **I’m from the EU, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus.** Responses can be low-frequency, about 3-5 a day, and we will play in our free-time, slowly enjoying the taboos.

In our world, there are only two kinds of men. The ones who take, and the ones who learn how to live with it. Alphas moved through life with the kind of certainty that made rooms rearrange themselves around them. Betas like me were expected to accept that certainty, to bow our heads, to stay useful, and to remember that the law always favored the ones born to take.

I’ve spent my entire life mastering the second.

The cafe was quiet in the way places try to be when they pretend the outside world doesn’t exist. Soft lighting, muted conversations, the low hum of something forgettable playing overhead. My wife sat across from me, fingers curled around her cup, her expression relaxed - almost enough to make me believe, for a moment, that we were just another couple.

That illusion didn’t last.

The door opened, and the atmosphere shifted so cleanly it felt rehearsed. Conversations thinned. Shoulders stiffened. No one turned outright, but everyone noticed. I did too.

He didn’t rush. Alphas never do. They move like time belongs to them, like everything else is already waiting. Tall, composed, eyes that didn’t search - they selected. And when those eyes landed on our table, something cold settled in my chest.

My wife felt it. I saw it in the way her grip tightened ever so slightly, in the way her posture changed without fully breaking. We both knew.

He approached without hesitation and stopped beside our table, close enough that ignoring him wasn’t an option, far enough that he didn’t need to ask permission to be there.

I didn’t look up immediately. That was instinct. That was survival. But I could feel him there, steady, expectant, like a decision already made. Then his voice cut through the space between us - calm, assured, and completely unchallenged.

“Is she yours?”

The question wasn’t really a question. He already had his answer. My mouth felt dry, but I held his stare a second longer than I should have. A fragile, pointless instinct to hold onto something that had never really been mine.

“Yes,” I said. It came out steady. I don’t know how.

His expression didn’t change. If anything, it confirmed something for him. Not approval - something simpler. Recognition of order. His attention shifted to her fully now, and the rest of the café seemed to dissolve around us. No one intervened. No one ever did. The law didn’t just permit this - it depended on it.

My wife didn’t shrink, didn’t look away. Being a prime prize-wife, this wasn’t her first time getting picked in public. The 2 children I raised were not mine, and she enjoyed the attention of Alphas - who wouldn’t.

The Alpha took a single step closer. Not toward me. Toward her. It was subtle. Deliberate. A shift in position that erased me from the center of the interaction without a word needing to be said.

“I’ll be taking her,” he said. Calm. Certain. Like stating the weather. My hand tightened against the edge of the table. There were things I could have said - questions, protests, anything to pretend I had a role in this - but they all felt hollow before they even formed. The system wasn’t built to hear them. The cafe was undisturbed. A few young women were staring, the betas were silent. In a distant corner, another Alpha was getting his massive cock sucked by another beta, and he too was unbothered.

She stood slowly, like the movement itself carried weight. He grabbed her by her waist, turned her around and bent her over the table in one swift. He pulled his pants down, revealing the reason why he was an Alpha in the first place. The girth of his manhood was almost the size of my forearm. The gasps of the spectators were audible, as expected. He spat on it, with a slow, hushed growl he started penetrating my wife right in front of me, as I stared at her face.

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Hi there, DPP! I’m proposing a role-play where the world is built on lawful debauchery. There’s only two types of males - Alphas and Betas. Alphas don't get married or have a partner; they only breed. They’re legally allowed to take whomever they desire, whenever, however. Betas don't breed, and they're required by law to give up their partner to alphas when they need, provide for them financially or in any means necessary.

Kinks: Power dynamics, Free use, Cuckolding, Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Incest, Raceplay, Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, CNC, FemDom, Beast, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, Feederism, Somno/Intox, Feet and Armpits.

Limits: For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

As listed, a LOT of kinks can be added. If you're not comfortable with the filth, we can keep it light, but I do lean more on filth as well. This is ongoing, and we could jump into the scene (we will discuss first, and understand the phase and roles) of preference. I'm open to playing multiple roles, depending on how well we match on the fundamentals/details.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than a few lines (preferably a few paragraphs), please reach out with the Password "Alphas" and a brief description of yourself and your kinks/limits. I’d prioritise your message if it includes characters, your ideas and such. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones. I’m from the EU, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus. Responses can be low-frequency, about 3-5 a day, and we will play in our free-time, slowly enjoying the taboos.

The week had been relentless - back-to-back meetings, travel, practices, and everything in between. Saturdays, though, were ours. Time to slow down, be together, and actually enjoy the quiet we’d earned.

That morning started perfectly. The weather was unusually kind, and I woke to the smell of fresh bacon drifting upstairs.

I stretched, letting out a long yawn, still carrying the tension of the week in my shoulders as I pushed myself out of bed. Voices from downstairs told me I was the last one up. Jake, our oldest son, was probably back from the gym already, and our younger daughter, Katie would be in the kitchen with her mom, Sandra, helping like she always did. It was a good life. Simple, in the best way. And they were everything to me.

“Jake, baby, could you get the eggs ready?”

Sandra’s voice wavered slightly, just enough to catch my attention. By the time I stepped into the kitchen, it was obvious why - and I couldn’t help the faint smirk that followed. The no-clothes-at-home was a beautiful rule to have, and the two young ones enjoyed every bit of it!

Sandra was flipping the pancakes and frying the bacon with her leg lifted up, as Katie licked and slurped her mother’s pussy, kneeling by her. Katie was moaning louder than her mother, and I knew how much she loved the taste of the hole, which she herself came out of. Jake was waggling his hung manhood side-to-side as he walked to the fridge to grab the eggs. I knew he was enjoying the show and probably wanking to it.

“Good morning, Dad”, Jake’s greeting made the two girls stop what they were doing for a moment, looked back and smile. “Good morning, Jake. I see the girls have started the morning already”, I utter casually - and take a seat by the kitchen table.

“Aw, is my darling feeling jealous..?” Sandra’s teasing is met with a giggle from Katie. “Go to your father, baby. Mommy can wait*”.

The mornings, as well as the evenings, with my family are casual and relaxing. It’s taken us some time to get here, and introducing our younglings to the lifestyle didn’t take much effort once they were of age. Everyone was free for anyone, and men usually took control.

Especially, when Jake is in heat, he had the urge to establish dominance and take what he wanted, and the girls always had the pleasure of serving. Of course, the dynamics often altered, and we sometimes had guests of our own too.

“Jake, Mom is ovulating these days. I want you to breed her this time. Don’t waste your seed, son. Go on, and mount your mother” I let out a stern yet loving command, as Katie gets comfortable holding my flaccid cock in her hands.

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Hi there, DPP! I’m proposing a role-play revolving around a family of four. The debauchery and the taboos are normalised, and so are some extreme kinks/fetishes. The family is well-established, loving and adventurous - to say the least. Almost nothing is off limits here, and the RP can be slice-of-life, so we can enjoy several, ongoing scenes.

Kinks: Incest, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, FreeUse, Raceplay, Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, CNC, FemDom, Beast, Feederism, Somno/Intox, Feet and Armpits.

Limits: For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

As you see, I write long, and there are many kinks that we can play with. It is not a must to include all of them or all the filth, but I do lean more on filth as well. I'm open to playing multiple roles, depending on how well you write, and how we match on the fundamentals/details.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than a few lines (preferably a few paragraphs), please reach out with the Password "Family" and a brief description of yourself and your kinks/limits. I’d prioritise your message if it includes characters, your ideas and such. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones. I’m from the EU, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus. Responses can be low-frequency, about 3-5 a day, and we will play in our free-time, slowly enjoying the taboos.

All users and roles must be 21+

Top Kinks for the RP: Cuckolding, Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Incest, Raceplay, Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, CNC, FemDom, Beast, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, Feederism, Somno/Intox, Feet and Armpits.

Limits: For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

I'm proposing an RP where I play the male (Husband/BF), and you play the female (Wife or the Daughter) and we can share the role of a Bull. This is an ongoing RP, and I believe there are more possibilities to explore together with the right partner! The following is drawn from similar avenues that I have explored, and we can work on a starter together. I'm quite open to changes in the plot, characters and other suggestions. Slow-build, long-RPs get priority.

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“Yes, Daddy! Yes! Fuck this white pussy! Aaahh.. Use me, Daddy! Breed my married pussy!”

Waking up to your intense screams of pleasure was not new, in fact, it has become the norm in my own home. Feeling like an outsider in my own home, and feeling distant from my own loving wife were things I’d never imagined when I married you. But the last few years have made me realise that I’m not enough. I’m never going to satisfy you, or any other women for that matter, and you made that clear.

I got up from the bed in the guest bedroom, and walked downstairs to the kitchen. It’s been a while since I slept in my own marital bed. Ever since Marcus became one of your regular lovers, I had to give up the role of being your husband, and accept the cuckold life.

“God, Marcus’s been fucking mom for hours now. He’s such a good bull, Dad” - I’m acknowledged by our daughter, and she’s having coffee at the table, naked with her legs spread wide, and touching herself to the moans that are echoing all over.

“Look.., just the sounds make me wet. You could never!” Katie laughs, showing me her wet fingers. “What a fucking loser you are!”

Minutes after you walked into the kitchen, covered in sweat and spit - “Make the damn coffee, Jonas! Marcus needs his breakfast ready”, the stern order makes me flinch. It hurts deep down how you enjoy my turmoil, making me lose what’s left of my masculinity in my own home, in front of my daughter.

“See baby? See how much daddy came today? Your cuck father could never cum more than a few drops - god knows how he fathered you” Your words sink deep into me, hurting as I hurry up with the coffee.
“Oh gosh, Mom! That’s so thick!” Katie’s words are filled with pure lust, “Aren’t you going to make Dad eat it?”

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Characters and Plot points/suggestions:

• You get the idea of the proposed debauchery! You (Sandra, 4045 years of age, white) and I (Jonas, 4045 years of age, white) have been married for over 20 years now, and you’ve been my high school sweetheart. A lot of my friends and yours always said that you were out of my league, but our love was strong and undeniable. We got married quite young and had our daughter right away. That also changed our dynamics a bit.

• As our daughter (Katie, 21 years of age, white) grew up, our marriage slowly turned into a dead bedroom, and soon it became normal that I barely even see you naked. My attempts to start having sex always ended up annoying you.

• This all leads up to now - a family where the man/husband/father is cucked by everyone. Slice-of-life can be used if you want to explore the past when it all started too. The idea is a white cuckold family where debauchery is the norm.

The RP would include the emotional turmoil you bring through cheating and eventually leading to inviting your real “husband” to our own home.

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If you're not comfortable with the filth, we can discuss more to find other likings.

This is ongoing, and we could jump into the scene (we will discuss first, and understand the phase and roles) of preference. I'm open to playing multiple roles, depending on how well we match on the fundamentals/details.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than one line (preferably a few paragraphs), please reach out with the Password "Bulls" and a brief description of yourself and your interests. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones. I’m from the EU, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus. Responses will be about 3-5 a day, and we will play in our free-time, slowly enjoying the taboos.

All users and roles must be 21+

Top Kinks for the RP: Cuckolding, Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Incest, Raceplay, Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, CNC, FemDom, Beast, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, Feederism, Somno/Intox, Feet and Armpits.

Limits: For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

I'm proposing an RP where I play the male (Husband/BF), and you play the female (Wife or the Daughter) or the role of a Bull, no exceptions. This is an ongoing RP, and I believe there are more possibilities to explore together with the right partner! The following is drawn from similar avenues that I have explored, and we can work on a starter together. I'm quite open to changes in the plot, characters and other suggestions. Slow-build, long-RPs get priority.

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“Yes, Daddy! Yes! Fuck this white pussy! Aaahh.. Use me, Daddy! Breed my married pussy!”

Waking up to your intense screams of pleasure was not new, in fact, it has become the norm in my own home. Feeling like an outsider in my own home, and feeling distant from my own loving wife were things I’d never imagined when I married you. But the last few years have made me realise that I’m not enough. I’m never going to satisfy you, or any other women for that matter, and you made that clear.

I got up from the bed in the guest bedroom, and walked downstairs to the kitchen. It’s been a while since I slept in my own marital bed. Ever since Marcus became one of your regular lovers, I had to give up the role of being your husband, and accept the cuckold life.

“God, Marcus’s been fucking mom for hours now. He’s such a good bull, Dad” - I’m acknowledged by our daughter, and she’s having coffee at the table, naked with her legs spread wide, and touching herself to the moans that are echoing all over.

“Look.., just the sounds make me wet. You could never!” Katie laughs, showing me her wet fingers. “What a fucking loser you are!”

Minutes after you walked into the kitchen, covered in sweat and spit - “Make the damn coffee, Jonas! Marcus needs his breakfast ready”, the stern order makes me flinch. It hurts deep down how you enjoy my turmoil, making me lose what’s left of my masculinity in my own home, in front of my daughter.

“See baby? See how much daddy came today? Your cuck father could never cum more than a few drops - god knows how he fathered you” Your words sink deep into me, hurting as I hurry up with the coffee.
“Oh gosh, Mom! That’s so thick!” Katie’s words are filled with pure lust, “Aren’t you going to make Dad eat it?”

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Characters and Plot points/suggestions:

• You get the idea of the proposed debauchery! You (Sandra, 4045 years of age, white) and I (Jonas, 4045 years of age, white) have been married for over 20 years now, and you’ve been my high school sweetheart. A lot of my friends and yours always said that you were out of my league, but our love was strong and undeniable. We got married quite young and had our daughter right away. That also changed our dynamics a bit.

• As our daughter (Katie, 21 years of age, white) grew up, our marriage slowly turned into a dead bedroom, and soon it became normal that I barely even see you naked. My attempts to start having sex always ended up annoying you.

• This all leads up to now - a family where the man/husband/father is cucked by everyone. Slice-of-life can be used if you want to explore the past when it all started too. The idea is a white cuckold family where debauchery is the norm.

The RP would include the emotional turmoil you bring through cheating and eventually leading to inviting your real “husband” to our own home.

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If you're not comfortable with the filth, we can discuss more to find other likings.

This is ongoing, and we could jump into the scene (we will discuss first, and understand the phase and roles) of preference. I'm open to playing multiple roles, depending on how well we match on the fundamentals/details.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than one line (preferably a few paragraphs), please reach out with the Password "Bulls" and a brief description of yourself and your interests. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones. I’m from the EU, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus. Responses will be about 3-5 a day, and we will play in our free-time, slowly enjoying the taboos.

In our world, there are only two kinds of men. The ones who take, and the ones who learn how to live with it. Alphas moved through life with the kind of certainty that made rooms rearrange themselves around them. Betas like me were expected to accept that certainty, to bow our heads, to stay useful, and to remember that the law always favored the ones born to take.

I’ve spent my entire life mastering the second.

The cafe was quiet in the way places try to be when they pretend the outside world doesn’t exist. Soft lighting, muted conversations, the low hum of something forgettable playing overhead. My wife sat across from me, fingers curled around her cup, her expression relaxed - almost enough to make me believe, for a moment, that we were just another couple.

That illusion didn’t last.

The door opened, and the atmosphere shifted so cleanly it felt rehearsed. Conversations thinned. Shoulders stiffened. No one turned outright, but everyone noticed. I did too.

He didn’t rush. Alphas never do. They move like time belongs to them, like everything else is already waiting. Tall, composed, eyes that didn’t search - they selected. And when those eyes landed on our table, something cold settled in my chest.

My wife felt it. I saw it in the way her grip tightened ever so slightly, in the way her posture changed without fully breaking. We both knew.

He approached without hesitation and stopped beside our table, close enough that ignoring him wasn’t an option, far enough that he didn’t need to ask permission to be there.

I didn’t look up immediately. That was instinct. That was survival. But I could feel him there, steady, expectant, like a decision already made. Then his voice cut through the space between us - calm, assured, and completely unchallenged.

“Is she yours?”

The question wasn’t really a question. He already had his answer. My mouth felt dry, but I held his stare a second longer than I should have. A fragile, pointless instinct to hold onto something that had never really been mine.

“Yes,” I said. It came out steady. I don’t know how.

His expression didn’t change. If anything, it confirmed something for him. Not approval - something simpler. Recognition of order. His attention shifted to her fully now, and the rest of the café seemed to dissolve around us. No one intervened. No one ever did. The law didn’t just permit this - it depended on it.

My wife didn’t shrink, didn’t look away. Being a prime prize-wife, this wasn’t her first time getting picked in public. The 2 children I raised were not mine, and she enjoyed the attention of Alphas - who wouldn’t.

The Alpha took a single step closer. Not toward me. Toward her. It was subtle. Deliberate. A shift in position that erased me from the center of the interaction without a word needing to be said.

“I’ll be taking her,” he said. Calm. Certain. Like stating the weather.

My hand tightened against the edge of the table. There were things I could have said - questions, protests, anything to pretend I had a role in this - but they all felt hollow before they even formed. The system wasn’t built to hear them. The cafe was undisturbed. A few young women were staring, the betas were silent. In a distant corner, another Alpha was getting his massive cock sucked by another beta, and he too was unbothered.

She stood slowly, like the movement itself carried weight. He grabbed her by her waist, turned her around and bent her over the table in one swift. He pulled his pants down, revealing the reason why he was an Alpha in the first place. The girth of his manhood was almost the size of my forearm. The gasps of the spectators were audible, as expected. He spat on it, with a slow, hushed growl he started penetrating my wife right in front of me, as I stared at her face.

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Hi there, DPP! I’m proposing a role-play where the world is built on lawful debauchery. There’s only two types of males - Alphas and Betas. Alphas don't get married or have a partner; they only breed. They’re legally allowed to take whomever they desire, whenever, however. Betas don't breed, and they're required by law to give up their partner to alphas when they need, provide for them financially or in any means necessary.

Kinks: Power dynamics, Free use, Cuckolding, Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Incest, Raceplay, Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, CNC, FemDom, Beast, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, Feederism, Somno/Intox, Feet and Armpits.

Limits: For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

As listed, a LOT of kinks can be added. If you're not comfortable with the filth, we can keep it light, but I do lean more on filth as well. This is ongoing, and we could jump into the scene (we will discuss first, and understand the phase and roles) of preference. I'm open to playing multiple roles, depending on how well we match on the fundamentals/details.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than a few lines (preferably a few paragraphs), please reach out with the Password "Alphas" and a brief description of yourself and your kinks/limits. I’d prioritise your message if it includes characters, your ideas and such. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones. I’m from the EU, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus. Responses can be low-frequency, about 3-5 a day, and we will play in our free-time, slowly enjoying the taboos.

In our world, there are only two kinds of men. The ones who take, and the ones who learn how to live with it. Alphas moved through life with the kind of certainty that made rooms rearrange themselves around them. Betas like me were expected to accept that certainty, to bow our heads, to stay useful, and to remember that the law always favored the ones born to take.

I’ve spent my entire life mastering the second.

The cafe was quiet in the way places try to be when they pretend the outside world doesn’t exist. Soft lighting, muted conversations, the low hum of something forgettable playing overhead. My wife sat across from me, fingers curled around her cup, her expression relaxed - almost enough to make me believe, for a moment, that we were just another couple.

That illusion didn’t last.

The door opened, and the atmosphere shifted so cleanly it felt rehearsed. Conversations thinned. Shoulders stiffened. No one turned outright, but everyone noticed. I did too.

He didn’t rush. Alphas never do. They move like time belongs to them, like everything else is already waiting. Tall, composed, eyes that didn’t search - they selected. And when those eyes landed on our table, something cold settled in my chest.

My wife felt it. I saw it in the way her grip tightened ever so slightly, in the way her posture changed without fully breaking. We both knew.

He approached without hesitation and stopped beside our table, close enough that ignoring him wasn’t an option, far enough that he didn’t need to ask permission to be there.

I didn’t look up immediately. That was instinct. That was survival. But I could feel him there, steady, expectant, like a decision already made. Then his voice cut through the space between us - calm, assured, and completely unchallenged.

“Is she yours?”

The question wasn’t really a question. He already had his answer. My mouth felt dry, but I held his stare a second longer than I should have. A fragile, pointless instinct to hold onto something that had never really been mine.

“Yes,” I said. It came out steady. I don’t know how.

His expression didn’t change. If anything, it confirmed something for him. Not approval - something simpler. Recognition of order. His attention shifted to her fully now, and the rest of the café seemed to dissolve around us. No one intervened. No one ever did. The law didn’t just permit this - it depended on it.

My wife didn’t shrink, didn’t look away. Being a prime prize-wife, this wasn’t her first time getting picked in public. The 2 children I raised were not mine, and she enjoyed the attention of Alphas - who wouldn’t.

The Alpha took a single step closer. Not toward me. Toward her. It was subtle. Deliberate. A shift in position that erased me from the center of the interaction without a word needing to be said.

“I’ll be taking her,” he said. Calm. Certain. Like stating the weather.

My hand tightened against the edge of the table. There were things I could have said - questions, protests, anything to pretend I had a role in this - but they all felt hollow before they even formed. The system wasn’t built to hear them. The cafe was undisturbed. A few young women were staring, the betas were silent. In a distant corner, another Alpha was getting his massive cock sucked by another beta, and he too was unbothered.

She stood slowly, like the movement itself carried weight. He grabbed her by her waist, turned her around and bent her over the table in one swift. He pulled his pants down, revealing the reason why he was an Alpha in the first place. The girth of his manhood was almost the size of my forearm. The gasps of the spectators were audible, as expected. He spat on it, with a slow, hushed growl he started penetrating my wife right in front of me, as I stared at her face.

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Hi there, DPP! I’m proposing a role-play where the world is built on lawful debauchery. There’s only two types of males - Alphas and Betas. Alphas don't get married or have a partner; they only breed. They’re legally allowed to take whomever they desire, whenever, however. Betas don't breed, and they're required by law to give up their partner to alphas when they need, provide for them financially or in any means necessary.

Kinks: Power dynamics, Free use, Cuckolding, Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Incest, Raceplay, Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, CNC, FemDom, Beast, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, Feederism, Somno/Intox, Feet and Armpits.

Limits: For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

As listed, a LOT of kinks can be added. If you're not comfortable with the filth, we can keep it light, but I do lean more on filth as well. This is ongoing, and we could jump into the scene (we will discuss first, and understand the phase and roles) of preference. I'm open to playing multiple roles, depending on how well we match on the fundamentals/details.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than a few lines (preferably a few paragraphs), please reach out with the Password "Alphas" and a brief description of yourself and your kinks/limits. I’d prioritise your message if it includes characters, your ideas and such. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones. I’m from the EU, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus. Responses can be low-frequency, about 3-5 a day, and we will play in our free-time, slowly enjoying the taboos.

All users and roles must be 21+

Top Kinks for the RP: Cuckolding, Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Incest, Raceplay, Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, CNC, FemDom, Beast, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, Feederism, Somno/Intox, Feet and Armpits.

Limits: For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

I'm proposing an RP where I play the male (Husband/BF), and you play the female (Wife or the Daughter) or the role of a Bull, no exceptions. This is an ongoing RP, and I believe there are more possibilities to explore together with the right partner! The following is drawn from similar avenues that I have explored, and we can work on a starter together. I'm quite open to changes in the plot, characters and other suggestions. Slow-build, long-RPs get priority.

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“Yes, Daddy! Yes! Fuck this white pussy! Aaahh.. Use me, Daddy! Breed my married pussy!”

Waking up to your intense screams of pleasure was not new, in fact, it has become the norm in my own home. Feeling like an outsider in my own home, and feeling distant from my own loving wife were things I’d never imagined when I married you. But the last few years have made me realise that I’m not enough. I’m never going to satisfy you, or any other women for that matter, and you made that clear.

I got up from the bed in the guest bedroom, and walked downstairs to the kitchen. It’s been a while since I slept in my own marital bed. Ever since Marcus became one of your regular lovers, I had to give up the role of being your husband, and accept the cuckold life.

“God, Marcus’s been fucking mom for hours now. He’s such a good bull, Dad” - I’m acknowledged by our daughter, and she’s having coffee at the table, naked with her legs spread wide, and touching herself to the moans that are echoing all over.

“Look.., just the sounds make me wet. You could never!” Katie laughs, showing me her wet fingers. “What a fucking loser you are!”

Minutes after you walked into the kitchen, covered in sweat and spit - “Make the damn coffee, Jonas! Marcus needs his breakfast ready”, the stern order makes me flinch. It hurts deep down how you enjoy my turmoil, making me lose what’s left of my masculinity in my own home, in front of my daughter.

“See baby? See how much daddy came today? Your cuck father could never cum more than a few drops - god knows how he fathered you” Your words sink deep into me, hurting as I hurry up with the coffee.
“Oh gosh, Mom! That’s so thick!” Katie’s words are filled with pure lust, “Aren’t you going to make Dad eat it?”

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Characters and Plot points/suggestions:

• You get the idea of the proposed debauchery! You (Sandra, 4045 years of age, white) and I (Jonas, 4045 years of age, white) have been married for over 20 years now, and you’ve been my high school sweetheart. A lot of my friends and yours always said that you were out of my league, but our love was strong and undeniable. We got married quite young and had our daughter right away. That also changed our dynamics a bit.

• As our daughter (Katie, 21 years of age, white) grew up, our marriage slowly turned into a dead bedroom, and soon it became normal that I barely even see you naked. My attempts to start having sex always ended up annoying you.

• This all leads up to now - a family where the man/husband/father is cucked by everyone. Slice-of-life can be used if you want to explore the past when it all started too. The idea is a white cuckold family where debauchery is the norm.

The RP would include the emotional turmoil you bring through cheating and eventually leading to inviting your real “husband” to our own home.

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If you're not comfortable with the filth, we can discuss more to find other likings.

This is ongoing, and we could jump into the scene (we will discuss first, and understand the phase and roles) of preference. I'm open to playing multiple roles, depending on how well we match on the fundamentals/details.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than one line (preferably a few paragraphs), please reach out with the Password "Bulls" and a brief description of yourself and your interests. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones. I’m from the EU, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus. Responses will be about 3-5 a day, and we will play in our free-time, slowly enjoying the taboos.

I'm a 33 years old, Bi Cis Male from Oslo, Norway. I'm 6' 1" in height, 75-ish kg in weight, dark hair and eyes. I'd say I'm athletically built, and I try to stay active as much as I can! I will describe a bit more about my hobbies and likes at the end.

What I'm looking for is a rather platonic (in the sense of having conventional sex and such), friendly connection where I can openly talk about the kinks and fetishes I enjoy. I have been enjoying open conversations (online) about sexual desires, orientations and fetishes for a very long time and I want to experience that in real life. For example, suppose having a coffee together while talking about your favourite kinks, and maybe going a step-further into public play, or mutual masturbation, or edging. I know how it sounds like and I want to experience it with a like-minded person.

I'm Dom leaning, and my kinks and fetishes vary quite a lot, depending on my mood. I enjoy a huge menagerie of kinks too. To start and give some context, I'd list "CNC, Rough sex, Porn and Edging, Breeding, Stag/Vixen etc." as my current kinks. Mind you, the list extends a lot further, and I enjoy a lot of "Perverse" and "Extreme" kinks as well :)

I'm not looking for hook-ups, ONSs, or anything sexual in terms of physical touch.

If, somehow, you stumbled upon this as a guy or a couple, feel free to hit me up too - I love having a good friend to talk about kinks, fetishes and everything in between.

When I'm not focused on my perverse mind, I love to read as well as write :) I'm a huge LotR fan, and I have a tendency to geek-out about a lot of things! I enjoy running, biking and bouldering. I also enjoy cooking, occasionally.

I might be looking for a needle in a haystack! But, I'll look forward to hearing from you :) xx

I'm posting after a bit of a hiatus, and I'm nervous, so please bear with me.

I'm a 6'1", athletically built, well-stable, cis male from the Scandinavian region. I'm decently endowed, hygienic and open to kinks, and solo poly. I used to be dom leaning, but I have gotten comfortable with being vulnerable as a submissive male.

What I crave is being told what to do, and I enjoy humiliation to some extent. I recently started enjoying lingerie, and I've been enjoying chastity play for a long time. In terms of toys (if important), I have a chastity cage and a vibrator.

I'd love to have a long-term domme to control me and tell me what to do irl, and to humiliate me (to some extent, since I'mstill learning to be vulnerable) with female lingerie and chastity. I value your curiosity and directness. Being gentle, and a bit of encouragement is highly appreciated, at least until we get comfortable :)

Outside this, I enjoy reading a lot, and writing. I also enjoy baking (I've been told that I'm a decent cook too), running, and mostly outdoor activities.

Please be open to longer texts, and I don't care much for anything from you but texts and orders.

The week had been relentless - back-to-back meetings, travel, practices, and everything in between. Saturdays, though, were ours. Time to slow down, be together, and actually enjoy the quiet we’d earned.

That morning started perfectly. The weather was unusually kind, and I woke to the smell of fresh bacon drifting upstairs.

I stretched, letting out a long yawn, still carrying the tension of the week in my shoulders as I pushed myself out of bed. Voices from downstairs told me I was the last one up. Jake, our oldest son, was probably back from the gym already, and our younger daughter, Katie would be in the kitchen with her mom, Sandra, helping like she always did. It was a good life. Simple, in the best way. And they were everything to me.

“Jake, baby, could you get the eggs ready?”

Sandra’s voice wavered slightly, just enough to catch my attention. By the time I stepped into the kitchen, it was obvious why - and I couldn’t help the faint smirk that followed. The no-clothes-at-home was a beautiful rule to have, and the two young ones enjoyed every bit of it!

Sandra was flipping the pancakes and frying the bacon with her leg lifted up, as Katie licked and slurped her mother’s pussy, kneeling by her. Katie was moaning louder than her mother, and I knew how much she loved the taste of the hole, which she herself came out of. Jake was waggling his hung manhood side-to-side as he walked to the fridge to grab the eggs. I knew he was enjoying the show and probably wanking to it.

“Good morning, Dad”, Jake’s greeting made the two girls stop what they were doing for a moment, looked back and smile. “Good morning, Jake. I see the girls have started the morning already”, I utter casually - and take a seat by the kitchen table.

“Aw, is my darling feeling jealous..?” Sandra’s teasing is met with a giggle from Katie. “Go to your father, baby. Mommy can wait*”.

The mornings, as well as the evenings, with my family are casual and relaxing. It’s taken us some time to get here, and introducing our younglings to the lifestyle didn’t take much effort once they were of age. Everyone was free for anyone, and men usually took control.

Especially, when Jake is in heat, he had the urge to establish dominance and take what he wanted, and the girls always had the pleasure of serving. Of course, the dynamics often altered, and we sometimes had guests of our own too.

“Jake, Mom is ovulating these days. I want you to breed her this time. Don’t waste your seed, son. Go on, and mount your mother” I let out a stern yet loving command, as Katie gets comfortable holding my flaccid cock in her hands.

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Hi there, DPP! I’m proposing a role-play revolving around a family of four. The debauchery and the taboos are normalised, and so are some extreme kinks/fetishes. The family is well-established, loving and adventurous - to say the least. Almost nothing is off limits here, and the RP can be slice-of-life, so we can enjoy several, ongoing scenes.

Kinks: Incest, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, FreeUse, Raceplay, Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, CNC, FemDom, Beast, Feederism, Somno/Intox, Feet and Armpits.

Limits: For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

As you see, I write long, and there are many kinks that we can play with. It is not a must to include all of them or all the filth, but I do lean more on filth as well. I'm open to playing multiple roles, depending on how well you write, and how we match on the fundamentals/details.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than a few lines (preferably a few paragraphs), please reach out with the Password "Family" and a brief description of yourself and your kinks/limits. I’d prioritise your message if it includes characters, your ideas and such. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones. I’m from the EU, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus. Responses can be low-frequency, about 3-5 a day, and we will play in our free-time, slowly enjoying the taboos.

I know it's a long shot to seek like-minded female pervs who enjoy porn as much as I do. But I'm taking the chances!

I'm a fetishist and a porn addicted gooner/edger from the EU. After watching so much porn for so long, I have sort of normalized it in my home. I watch at least 6+ hours of porn a day (I work from home), and I'm a chronic masturbator too. I'm married.

What/Who am I looking for? I'm looking for someone who is 21+, and enjoys porn as much as I do. My favourite genres are BBC, Cuckolding, Cheating, Trans, Gay/Bi men, CNC, Intox, Somno, Futa, and even Piss play, Messing, Spit and gagging, Feet and armpits, among many others. I'm always open to new kinks, so feel free to tell me what your favourite porn is.

What would we do? We would share porn with each other, and chat casually. I don't care for pics or anything much and I prefer words. We'd encourage each other to sink deeper and explore more filth and depravity, and simply Goon.

I'm 6'1", athletically built, and professional on the outside. And I prefer someone from the EU because of the time-zones, but I'm not too picky. Please say a bit more than "Hi/Hey", and tell me your ASL in first message xx

You don’t apply to a place like this by accident. I didn’t stumble into this office - I chose it. Or at least, I chose what I thought it was: high pay, fast pace, long hours, the kind of corporate grind that chews people up and spits them out with a bonus check.

No one tells you about you in the interview, Anna. They don’t have to. You’re just… there. Like part of the infrastructure. Like the coffee machine, or the glass meeting rooms, or the quiet hum of people pretending to work while watching you walk past.

There are a few of you - women like Anna - who exist in a strange middle ground between colleague and company asset, always perfectly put together, always just a little too distracting, always circulating through the office in a way that makes it clear you’re part of the routine. And even among you, Anna stands out.

Busty, overdressed for professionalism and underdressed for decency. Blouses that strain, skirts that ride, heels that make sure no one misses a step. That’s you when you come to work. But when you’re at work, you’re naked. Why does a whore like you need clothes?

At the office, the office whores walk around naked, tending to throbbing cocks, sucking men off, and getting fucked by anyone, and everyone who is stressed. Your job is to be the office slut and be used, over and over again. The office truly is wrong. There is a few married couples, and the husbands have to watch their wives get fucked, over and over - and the wives hear their husbands breeding other women. It’s pure debauchery.

Sometimes, it’s a rotation. Your name shows up on calendars with no subject line, no explanation, just a time and a room, like it’s any other meeting. The way people don’t even bother closing the blinds. The way no one asks if you’re busy - they just grab you, and fuck you.

And HR? They don’t enforce productivity. They enforce you. The whole purpose of the HR of our company is to encourage free-use, let men fuck the women whenever and however they want. Some women loved it, and some hated it. I’ve seen it happen. You hesitated once - just once. Said you were not well. Didn’t even sound defiant, just tired. Five minutes later, you got a message. And just like that, you were back. Smiling. Moving. Available again. Like a switch flipped.

So here we are.

But I’m not like the others. Not entirely. Or maybe that’s just what I tell myself. I’m starting to wonder whether I’m just another cog… or something worse.

“Rough day, Anna?” I mutter, stepping closer, letting my voice drop just enough to blur the line between casual and something else. “HR keeping you busy again?”

You don’t answer right away. You just look at me. Waiting. Because that’s your job, isn’t it? It’s your job to get fucked like the whore you are.

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Hi there! I’m proposing a role-play that takes place in a corporate office. This one is different - the premise is clear. You’re a cum dump, a Fleshlight, and a breathing toy for men who are frustrated at work. You exist to get fucked, used, and to pleasure men whenever and however they desire. As you see, I wrote it to be vague on purpose. I want someone truly interested and literate. You can be one of the wives, the girl who hated the free-use, the girl who loved getting used - endless possibilities. Please reach out with your desired hook!

Kinks: Power dynamics, Free use, Cuckolding, Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Incest, Raceplay, Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, JOI, CEI, Chastity play, CNC, FemDom, Beast, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, Feederism, Somno/Intox, Feet and Armpits.

Limits: For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

As listed, a LOT of kinks can be added. If you're not comfortable with the filth, we can keep it light, but I do lean more on filth and debauchery, and more eccentric/filthy ideas get priority as well. We could jump into the scene (we will discuss first, and understand the phase and roles) of preference. I'm open to playing multiple roles, depending on how well we match on the fundamentals/details.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than a few lines (preferably a few paragraphs), please reach out with the Password "Office" and a brief description of yourself and your kinks/limits. I’d prioritise your message if it includes characters, your ideas and such. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored. If I don’t respond right away, rest assured that I will, as soon as I can.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones. I’m from the EU, and I respond during work hours (CET), and having Signal would be a massive plus. Responses can be low-frequency, about 3-5 a day, and we will play in our free-time, slowly enjoying the taboos.

All users and characters must be 21+

Top Kinks for the RP: Incest, Scat/Piss/Puke/Spit, Beast, RacePlay, Breeding/Impregnation/Birthing, Feederism, Somno/Intox, Feet and Armpits.

Limits: For now, I'll list anything/anyone below 21, Blood/Gore/Vore, and Transformation.

This is somewhat similar to one of my other ongoing prompts, but with this one, I want to focus more on Inbreeding, Raceplay, and Beast play. This is an ongoing, possibly complex RP with multiple characters. I have starters, but your starters are more than welcome.

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The Plot/Scene, albeit a quick one

“Jonas! Wake up!! Jake is forcing Katie again!” The quiet Saturday morning is shattered when you scream in my ear, at almost 08 in the morning. I slowly open my eyes, still squinting and bothered, “w..what did you say, babe?”.. “Hurry up!! It’s Jake again. He has Katie pinned down, and I can’t help her with my belly!”, you yellout in frustration, slowly pointing and rubbing your pregnant belly (I’m open to changing roles here, either you or Katie be pregnant).

Having the “No-clothes-at-home” rule was such a good way to bond within the family, but the downside is that the horny young boys and girls are difficult to control. When they hit that time of the month, nothing stops them. “Ugh! This fucking thing again!” I mutter in frustration as I slowly push Jax - our guard dog - away from my body. It was a nice, relaxing time with him and Katie last night, and having to wake up to this made me quite annoyed, indeed. I planned to have some warm, fresh piss-coffee from my daughter, and eat some of your “creamy pies” this morning, making it a relaxing weekend.

As I stepped out of our bedroom, I could already hear the screams, a mix of pain and pleasure, coming from downstairs in the living room. “Jake!!” I yell out as I take my time walking down. I see you’re right behind me, wiggling slowly with your huge pregnant belly. This is not the first time something like this happened, and both my wife and I encouraged Jake to take advantage of the holes that are available at home.

“It’s too darn early for this, Jake! Pull that black cock out of your sister and put it back in her ass, NOW! I don’t want you getting her pregnant as you did with Mom!” I mutter gently, yet sternly. It’s a rushed start for the weekend, but I felt like it would be an exciting day!

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If you're not comfortable with the filth, we can amend it based on your kinks. The kinks/filth are listed to show the range.

As you can see, it can be a complex and dynamic plot. This is ongoing, and we could jump into the scene (we will discuss first, and understand the phase and roles) of preference. I'm open to playing multiple roles, depending on how well we match on the fundamentals/details.

If you're well-read and literate, and can write more than one line, preferably 5+ lines or more, please reach out with the Password "Honey" and a brief description of yourself and your interests. If your first message is barely a “Hey/Hi” or doesn’t include a description of yourself (with ASL), you will be ignored.

I like writing lengthier messages and having slow-burn, long-term RPs. It is a huge plus if you're from the CET (or near) time zones.