u/Civil_Persimmon_5920

I wake in the morning, opening my blurry eyes, last night melting away to nothing as I shake my head. I go to wipe the sleep from my eyes only to realize my arms are cuffed to the bed frame. I look at them as I do my best to unplug my vision. Laughing at the situation and dropping me head back to the pillow.

I was naked, but covered, my wrists were cuffed by two separate pairs of handcuffs. I was in my room but I couldn't see anyone else. "What the fuck, how wild did I actually get last night?" I start looking around for a clue as to who or what happened. Lifting my head as far as I can, pulling my body to the headboard before it starts to hurt.

I notice some clothes, a pair of red lace panties crumples up by the door, a black skirt. I shake my head. Nothing really telling me how I got to this point. I can hear something in the kitchen, assuming whoever this strange girl was is going to be back any minute.

I can hear her humming but that's it. It sounds familiar..like I've heard it before, a lot. I listen closer and that's when the smell lingering in the room mixes with the song. My eyes widen. I did it. I brought my ex girlfriend home. I sigh, defeated as I look around for the keys. Hearing the \*pat pat pat\* of your feet on the hardwood.

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Obsessed Ex! Not really much else to say! We can discuss the way I feel she would be but I would like things to get a little dramatic, to say the least!

I have my kinks and limits posted in my profile and I have other roles available as well if you'd like to try one of those instead!

You crept through the trees, breaking out of the tree line and finding the glow of the fire on the other side of my tent. You'd been tracking me for days, waiting for the right moment to strike. You figured this was the best chance you had. You snuck your way up to my camp and peered around to make sure I wasn't outside of my tent. The fire was dying down slowly and you could tell it had been a while since it was fed any new wood.

The tent was a simple canvas that hung over a make shift frame I'd made from sticks I had gathered. The soft snores coming from the tent telling you I was sleeping. You lifted the flap ti find my back facing you. Laying stark naked under an animal pelt. My sword laying within arms reach but you could definitely move quicker than I could grab it.

You side your dagger from the sheath on your hip as quietly as you can. Your breath held, your heart beating in your ears as you got the familiar rush you always did before you claimed your target. The grass rustling under your hand as you lean forward, preparing to strike down.

As your hand comes down to cast the blow your arms is stopped, wrapped at the wrist by my much bigger hand. I smirk, our eyes meeting as I look upon the face of my would be assassin. "Well, it took you long enough." A small struggle but I easily overwhelm you, pinning your hands to the ground as the tent collapses behind us.

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So that's my starter. I'm wanting a fantasy setting of sorts, involving size play, cnc, mind breaking, maybe even some fighting.

So basically I'm looking for a role wherein An assassin fails, for the first time, in completing a contract, getting captured and dragged across the country as she falls for her captor.

I can see room for some dubious consent and rough sex. My only limits are scat, gore, vore, chastity, puke, sounding, and diapers.

I hope to hear from you soon!

This will be a long term plot, nothing straight to sex, and be able to write at least 2-3 paragraphs. I enjoy detail.

You crept through the trees, breaking out of the tree line and finding the glow of the fire on the other side of my tent. You'd been tracking me for days, waiting for the right moment to strike. You figured this was the best chance you had. You snuck your way up to my camp and peered around to make sure I wasn't outside of my tent. The fire was dying down slowly and you could tell it had been a while since it was fed any new wood.

The tent was a simple canvas that hung over a make shift frame I'd made from sticks I had gathered. The soft snores coming from the tent telling you I was sleeping. You lifted the flap ti find my back facing you. Laying stark naked under an animal pelt. My sword laying within arms reach but you could definitely move quicker than I could grab it.

You side your dagger from the sheath on your hip as quietly as you can. Your breath held, your heart beating in your ears as you got the familiar rush you always did before you claimed your target. The grass rustling under your hand as you lean forward, preparing to strike down.

As your hand comes down to cast the blow your arms is stopped, wrapped at the wrist by my much bigger hand. I smirk, our eyes meeting as I look upon the face of my would be assassin. "Well, it took you long enough." A small struggle but I easily overwhelm you, pinning your hands to the ground as the tent collapses behind us.

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So that's my starter. I'm wanting a fantasy setting of sorts, involving size play, cnc, mind breaking, maybe even some fighting.

So basically I'm looking for a role wherein An assassin fails, for the first time, in completing a contract, getting captured and dragged across the country as she falls for her captor.

I can see room for some dubious consent and rough sex. My only limits are scat, gore, vore, chastity, puke, sounding, and diapers.

I hope to hear from you soon! This will be a ling term plot, nothing straight to sex, and be able to write at least 2-3 paragraphs. I enjoy detail.

We had been best friends since we were small. Our parents were friends and so we were always together. Through most of life, and all the informative years, we were pretty much inseparable. We didn't push the boundaries other than a comment here or a playful flirt there.

When it was time for college we chose the same school and where life got busier we still made time for each other. When it was time to move out of the dorms and get our own place we decided we would do that too. Not only did it make things easier but it was nice to have some sort of comfort from home.

People assumed we were siblings even though we didn't look anything alike. We would cuddle sometimes and play fight even now. What happened if it goes too far though?

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Hey! Looking for a wholesome but kinky story about two best friends who let things go too far one night. We can decide if it was a mistake or if it's something we want to try and make work.

I'm not looking for the old "drunk feelings confession" plot, I want this to be something that maybe we pushed because it was one of those nights where we were both lonely and think it won't change things between us.

I'm pretty open with my kinks, and my limits shouldn't come up in a story like this.

So if this sounds like something you'd enjoy then message me! I look forward to getting this one off the ground!

The week had been a stressful one. Ending more than a few nights in a barstool rather than going home to my loving wife and children. It had nothing to do with them, my was distant lately but she had her own stress she was carrying. I didn't blame her, and I don't think she blamed me either, we just dealt with things differently.

It was nice though, the conversations, the small moments of forgetting about everything and being able to be in the moment was just such a relief. That's where I should have left it.

I should've gone home, I should've finished my first beer and just gone home, held my wife and taken sick of the life I had. That would've been the smart move. Instead, I look up just in time to see you, waking into the bar, our eyes meeting instantly, which sent a chill down my spine.

Every alarm bell was ringing from the moment I saw you and I ran straight for it like a bull to a flag. I let a soft smile form on my lips, my eyes doing the initial intake as they follow the curves of your body. Studying your style, the size of your breasts, how your hips were practically handholds. You were the poster woman for beauty and danger.

And I wanted the danger.

As you walked up next to me, leaning on the bar and giving me a sideline glance, I smirk. "Mind if I buy you that one? I'm about to leave but I think you could talk me into one more." I smile, my heart racing, every muscle and thought screaming at me for even entertaining the idea.

We chat, and get along great, I still had my wedding ring on that you never asked about. The conversation flowing naturally and freely. We formed a real, incredible connection, drink after drink until i was too gone. We stumbled out of the bar together and didn't even make it back to the parking garage before we fall against the wall of a dark alley.

That's when you talked me into walking back to your place, I could leave in the morning and everything would be easier. So I agreed and we made our way there, singing, laughing, our hands gripped together at times. It felt like I was a freshman in college again. Get get to your front door and before we can get inside I press you against the door and kiss you hard, deep, the pain burning up inside and boiling over.

Then the alarm beeps, sounding like a rhythmic clattering of pots and pans and chainsaws all turning in a cement mixer. My eyes peel open against their will and do their best to focus on where I am. It takes a moment to register before I shoot up in a panic. My heart racing. I see you sitting there, smiling, at your vanity, doing your hair wearing nothing but my t-shit. "Fuck, what the fuck..." i let out a sigh. "Fuck I have to go." I jump up and out my pants on, along with my button up and start frantically grabbing the rest of my clothes.

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Hello! Thanks for reading, I do hope you've enjoyed this so far and maybe we could get something going! I left it very open so we could take it in a few directions:

1. I forget my wallet and you decide to bring it to me, tempting me into a long, sneaky affair.

2. You get pregnant and blackmail me into the affair

3. You befriend my wife and decide to do everything you can to push your way into my life.

4. You go completely psycho and don't let me leave.

Would love to hear from you and see if we can get something set up!

I stumble into the front door and lean against the wall, kicking my shoes off and practically crawling up the stairs. I don't know how I got this drunk so fast, someone must have put something in my drink, how did I even make it home? My mind raced as the world spun, making the trek down the hallway to the bedroom felt like miles.

I open the door quietly trying not to wake you, I strip my clothes and move to the bed, crawling in behind you and spooning you close as my arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against me and letting out a sigh of relief.

My hips move as I press a growing erection into you and start kissing your neck softly. The feeling of your soft skin on my lips brought the world back to stillness.

My hand slides down doulwn your stomach as the fingers lead the way under the fabric of your panties, slipping between tour thighs to find your folds.

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All participants and characters are 18+

This can be a few different combinations but i'm looking for a "wrong house" plot mainly