u/Downtown-Section-583

Despite being straight and happily married, my life might change forever when a beautiful lesbian enters my life and makes it her goal to convert me. I'm looking for these to be long term plays where I slowly fall for you. Each interaction harder to turn down. This can play out in different ways. Here are just a few ideas I had:

• Gym: While working out, you approach me like any other girl would to compliment my outfit. You brought up a fun idea to become gym partners; however, I had no idea that you were going to show me a new workout that would have us both drenched in sweat! 
• New neighbor: You had just moved in next door and were more than happy to see your neighbor is a smoke show that you’d like to take away and keep as your housewife. 
• Vacation: My husband and I went on a 3-day vacation at a resort just to get away for the weekend. It was supposed to be a quick trip, but he insisted we extend it by a week. I was hesitant, but after having my first lesbian experience, maybe it’s a good idea! But that doesn’t make me a lesbian….right?
• Massage: A well-needed massage takes a wild turn when my masseuse turns out to be a jaw-dropping lesbian who decides to show me a new way to release my stress, and that's by giving me the best sex of my life!
• New Teacher: I go in for a meeting after my son has been performing badly in your class. I start to wonder what it could be, since he excels in every other subject. When I walk in, I get my first glimpse of your curvaceous body and realize right away that he's distracted but we'll be doing more than just discussing grades when you express your interest in me.
• Sister in law: Since the moment we met, you were very flirtatious and handsy. You’re a lesbian, and everybody knew that, but nobody ever listened to me when I complained about your advances. Thankfully for me, you lived across the country, so we rarely saw each other, but when you came to visit, you made it your goal to convert me into a lesbian and your new wife.
• I’m also a fan of casual interactions. Crossing paths at an everyday location sparks the start of something new. Examples include a grocery store, the mall, a park, a restaurant, etc.

 

If any of these plots caught your eye, please reach out! I prefer first person, I love detailed responses, and I have a list of refs for us to look through pinned on my page. Pick favorites for us to play as. I hope to hear from you!

I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Even though this wasn’t the first time, I had to keep pinching myself, hoping I was dreaming. Instead, it was a nightmare. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself, but deep down, my body gets excited every time I see you now. You’ve rewired my brain and conditioned my body. 

I hated you, but it was hard to show when I’m moaning from our pussies grinding together. Scissoring you as you grip my hips and stare at my bouncing tits. The smirk on your face pissed me off, but those plump lips looked so appetizing. Your body was also on display, and it was hard not to admire it. How do I hate a woman which amazing tits, curvy hips, and a big juicy ass?!

You giggled and dragged your manicured nails up my body, causing me to shiver. “Mmm, I could tell you love pussy better than cock....and you love my hands on your body” I rolled my eyes and looked away. Holding back my real moans as I whimper. My body was betraying me as I grind deeper into you. 

Suddenly, you pull me down so I’m lying on you. Your hips are still grinding into me. “Kiss me, baby.” You whisper against my lips. I couldn’t help it. I began kissing you passionately as you kept fucking me. I broke the kiss and whimpered, “Please let this be the last time,” I begged before I looked over my shoulder and looked at my big ass bouncing as I thrust faster into you. 

I run my fingers through your hair and moan in frustration. “FUCK! This shouldn’t feel this good!!!” This was your favorite part of us having sex. Me being in denial. I keep bouncing and moaning before finally cumming. I scream in pleasure, but shut myself up by kissing you deeply. Our tongues are swirling around while my body calms down from the orgasm. 

Once again, you’ve made me cum and got me to cuddle up next to you after another successful hook-up. After a while, I pull away and see you giving me that look. I frown and automatically get defensive. “I’m not a lesbian,” I say angrily. That was starting to become my catchphrase. 

You giggled, “I never said you were….but you sure are getting good at lesbian sex.” You chew on your lip and caress my body. “Three more months till the wedding. Do you really think you can handle three more months of lesbian sex and not get turned? Remember. Once you say I Do, we will never do this again.” 

I frowned and angrily got out of bed. It was true. I was slowly converting every time we had one of our special sessions. This hate is slowly turning into love. Disgust is becoming lust. My grunts are becoming passionate moans. Your body is becoming more irresistible every time I see you, but not only yours. Women in general. 

If I see a girl in cute leggings, I’m not thinking about where she got them anymore. I’m staring at her amazing ass. I can’t compliment a girl on her cute sports bra at the gym anymore without staring deep into her cleavage, just wanting to dive face-first. 

You were ruining my life, but it’s hard to convince myself that when I’m having the best sex of my life. 

(Hello! I’m looking for a long-term affair plot with my fiancé’s sister, who blackmails me after finding some interesting footage of me cheating. 

It’s quite simple. The wedding is in 6 months. If I want this video to be deleted, all I have to do is sleep with you, but not once. Whenever you want. Worst part is? It’s really good! Will I be able to stay straight till the wedding, or will I have been fully converted after the 6 months? 

I’d also love to include other characters. Perhaps you send friends over to sleep with me or have them seduce me on their own. Only proving that I don’t just like having sex with you, I like it with all women. Showing my true colors, as it’s harder to deny that I’m turning. Roles can be swapped too where I'm the blackmailer.

I prefer first person, I love detailed responses, and I have a list of refs for us to look through and pick favorites for us to play as. I hope to hear from you!

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

I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Even though this wasn’t the first time, I had to keep pinching myself, hoping I was dreaming. Instead, it was a nightmare. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself, but deep down, my body gets excited every time I see you now. You’ve rewired my brain and conditioned my body. 

I hated you, but it was hard to show when I’m moaning from our pussies grinding together. Scissoring you as you grip my hips and stare at my bouncing tits. The smirk on your face pissed me off, but those plump lips looked so appetizing. Your body was also on display, and it was hard not to admire it. How do I hate a woman which amazing tits, curvy hips, and a big juicy ass?!

You giggled and dragged your manicured nails up my body, causing me to shiver. “Mmm, I could tell you love pussy better than cock....and you love my hands on your body” I rolled my eyes and looked away. Holding back my real moans as I whimper. My body was betraying me as I grind deeper into you. 

Suddenly, you pull me down so I’m lying on you. Your hips are still grinding into me. “Kiss me, baby.” You whisper against my lips. I couldn’t help it. I began kissing you passionately as you kept fucking me. I broke the kiss and whimpered, “Please let this be the last time,” I begged before I looked over my shoulder and looked at my big ass bouncing as I thrust faster into you. 

I run my fingers through your hair and moan in frustration. “FUCK! This shouldn’t feel this good!!!” This was your favorite part of us having sex. Me being in denial. I keep bouncing and moaning before finally cumming. I scream in pleasure, but shut myself up by kissing you deeply. Our tongues are swirling around while my body calms down from the orgasm. 

Once again, you’ve made me cum and got me to cuddle up next to you after another successful hook-up. After a while, I pull away and see you giving me that look. I frown and automatically get defensive. “I’m not a lesbian,” I say angrily. That was starting to become my catchphrase. 

You giggled, “I never said you were….but you sure are getting good at lesbian sex.” You chew on your lip and caress my body. “Three more months till the wedding. Do you really think you can handle three more months of lesbian sex and not get turned? Remember. Once you say I Do, we will never do this again.” 

I frowned and angrily got out of bed. It was true. I was slowly converting every time we had one of our special sessions. This hate is slowly turning into love. Disgust is becoming lust. My grunts are becoming passionate moans. Your body is becoming more irresistible every time I see you, but not only yours. Women in general. 

If I see a girl in cute leggings, I’m not thinking about where she got them anymore. I’m staring at her amazing ass. I can’t compliment a girl on her cute sports bra at the gym anymore without staring deep into her cleavage, just wanting to dive face-first. 

You were ruining my life, but it’s hard to convince myself that when I’m having the best sex of my life. 

(Hello! I’m looking for a long-term affair plot with my fiancé’s sister, who blackmails me after finding some interesting footage of me cheating. 

It’s quite simple. The wedding is in 6 months. If I want this video to be deleted, all I have to do is sleep with you, but not once. Whenever you want. Worst part is? It’s really good! Will I be able to stay straight till the wedding, or will I have been fully converted after the 6 months? 

I’d also love to include other characters. Perhaps you send friends over to sleep with me. Only proving that I don’t just like having sex with you, I like it with all women. Showing my true colors, as it’s harder to deny that I’m turning. Roles can be swapped too where I'm the blackmailer.

I prefer first person, I love detailed responses, and I have a list of refs pinned on my profile if you’d like to look through and pick favorites for us to play as. I hope to hear from you!

I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Even though this wasn’t the first time, I had to keep pinching myself, hoping I was dreaming. Instead, it was a nightmare. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself, but deep down, my body gets excited every time I see you now. You’ve rewired my brain and conditioned my body. 

I hated you, but it was hard to show when I’m moaning from our pussies grinding together. Scissoring you as you grip my hips and stare at my bouncing tits. The smirk on your face pissed me off, but those plump lips looked so appetizing. Your body was also on display, and it was hard not to admire it. How do I hate a woman which amazing tits, curvy hips, and a big juicy ass?!

You giggled and dragged your manicured nails up my body, causing me to shiver. “Mmm, I could tell you love pussy better than cock....and you love my hands on your body” I rolled my eyes and looked away. Holding back my real moans as I whimper. My body was betraying me as I grind deeper into you. 

Suddenly, you pull me down so I’m lying on you. Your hips are still grinding into me. “Kiss me, baby.” You whisper against my lips. I couldn’t help it. I began kissing you passionately as you kept fucking me. I broke the kiss and whimpered, “Please let this be the last time,” I begged before I looked over my shoulder and looked at my big ass bouncing as I thrust faster into you. 

I run my fingers through your hair and moan in frustration. “FUCK! This shouldn’t feel this good!!!” This was your favorite part of us having sex. Me being in denial. I keep bouncing and moaning before finally cumming. I scream in pleasure, but shut myself up by kissing you deeply. Our tongues are swirling around while my body calms down from the orgasm. 

Once again, you’ve made me cum and got me to cuddle up next to you after another successful hook-up. After a while, I pull away and see you giving me that look. I frown and automatically get defensive. “I’m not a lesbian,” I say angrily. That was starting to become my catchphrase. 

You giggled, “I never said you were….but you sure are getting good at lesbian sex.” You chew on your lip and caress my body. “Three more months till the wedding. Do you really think you can handle three more months of lesbian sex and not get turned? Remember. Once you say I Do, we will never do this again.” 

I frowned and angrily got out of bed. It was true. I was slowly converting every time we had one of our special sessions. This hate is slowly turning into love. Disgust is becoming lust. My grunts are becoming passionate moans. Your body is becoming more irresistible every time I see you, but not only yours. Women in general. 

If I see a girl in cute leggings, I’m not thinking about where she got them anymore. I’m staring at her amazing ass. I can’t compliment a girl on her cute sports bra at the gym anymore without staring deep into her cleavage, just wanting to dive face-first. 

You were ruining my life, but it’s hard to convince myself that when I’m having the best sex of my life. 

(Hello! I’m looking for a long-term affair plot with my fiancé’s sister, who blackmails me after finding some interesting footage of me cheating. 

It’s quite simple. The wedding is in 6 months. If I want this video to be deleted, all I have to do is sleep with you, but not once. Whenever you want. Worst part is? It’s really good! Will I be able to stay straight till the wedding, or will I have been fully converted after the 6 months? 

I’d also love to include other characters. Perhaps you send friends over to sleep with me. Only proving that I don’t just like having sex with you, I like it with all women. Showing my true colors, as it’s harder to deny that I’m turning. Roles can be swapped too where I'm the blackmailer.

I prefer first person, I love detailed responses, and I have a list of refs pinned on my profile if you’d like to look through and pick favorites for us to play as. I hope to hear from you!

I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Even though this wasn’t the first time, I had to keep pinching myself, hoping I was dreaming. Instead, it was a nightmare. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself, but deep down, my body gets excited every time I see you now. You’ve rewired my brain and conditioned my body. 

I hated you, but it was hard to show when I’m moaning from our pussies grinding together. Scissoring you as you grip my hips and stare at my bouncing tits. The smirk on your face pissed me off, but those plump lips looked so appetizing. Your body was also on display, and it was hard not to admire it. How do I hate a woman which amazing tits, curvy hips, and a big juicy ass?!

You giggled and dragged your manicured nails up my body, causing me to shiver. “Mmm, I could tell you love pussy better than cock.” I rolled my eyes and looked away. Holding back my real moans as I whimper. My body was betraying me as I grind deeper into you. 

Suddenly, you pull me down so I’m lying on you. Your hips are still grinding into me. “Kiss me, baby.” You whisper against my lips. I couldn’t help it. I began kissing you passionately as you kept fucking me. I broke the kiss and whimpered, “Please let this be the last time,” I begged before I looked over my shoulder and looked at my big ass bouncing as I thrust faster into you. 

I run my fingers through your hair and moan in frustration. “FUCK! This shouldn’t feel this good!!!” This was your favorite part of us having sex. Me being in denial. I keep bouncing and moaning before finally cumming. I scream in pleasure, but shut myself up by kissing you deeply. Our tongues are swirling around while my body calms down from the orgasm. 

Once again, you’ve made me cum and got me to cuddle up next to you after another successful hook-up. After a while, I pull away and see you giving me that look. I frown and automatically get defensive. “I’m not a lesbian,” I say angrily. That was starting to become my catchphrase. 

You giggled, “I never said you were….but you sure are getting good at lesbian sex.” You chew on your lip and caress my body. “Three more months till the wedding. Do you really think you can handle three more months of lesbian sex and not get turned? Remember. Once you say I Do, we will never do this again.” 

I frowned and angrily got out of bed. It was true. I was slowly converting every time we had one of our special sessions. This hate is slowly turning into love. Disgust is becoming lust. My grunts are becoming passionate moans. Your body is becoming more irresistible every time I see you, but not only yours. Women in general. 

If I see a girl in cute leggings, I’m not thinking about where she got them anymore. I’m staring at her amazing ass. I can’t compliment a girl on her cute sports bra at the gym anymore without staring deep into her cleavage, just wanting to dive face-first. 

You were ruining my life, but it’s hard to convince myself that when I’m having the best sex of my life. 

(Hello! I’m looking for a long-term affair plot with my fiancé’s sister, who blackmails me after finding some interesting footage of me cheating. 

It’s quite simple. The wedding is in 6 months. If I want this video to be deleted, all I have to do is sleep with you, but not once. Whenever you want. Worst part is? It’s really good! Will I be able to stay straight till the wedding, or will I have been fully converted after the 6 months? 

I’d also love to include other characters. Perhaps you bring friends over sometimes to sleep with me. Only proving that I don’t just like having sex with you, I like it with all women. Showing my true colors, as it’s harder to deny that I’m turning. Roles can be swapped too where I'm the blackmailer.

I prefer first person, I love detailed responses, and I have a list of refs pinned on my profile if you’d like to look through and pick favorites for us to play as. I hope to hear from you!

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

I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Even though this wasn’t the first time, I had to keep pinching myself, hoping I was dreaming. Instead, it was a nightmare. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself, but deep down, my body gets excited every time I see you now. You’ve rewired my brain and conditioned my body. 

I hated you, but it was hard to show when I’m moaning from our pussies grinding together. Scissoring you as you grip my hips and stare at my bouncing tits. The smirk on your face pissed me off, but those plump lips looked so appetizing. Your body was also on display, and it was hard not to admire it. How do I hate a woman which amazing tits, curvy hips, and a big juicy ass?!

You giggled and dragged your manicured nails up my body, causing me to shiver. “Mmm, I could tell you love pussy better than cock...you also love my hands on your body..." I rolled my eyes and looked away. Holding back my real moans as I whimper. My body was betraying me as I grind deeper into you. 

Suddenly, you pull me down so I’m lying on you. Your hips are still grinding into me. “Kiss me, baby.” You whisper against my lips. I couldn’t help it. I began kissing you passionately as you kept fucking me. I broke the kiss and whimpered, “Please let this be the last time,” I begged before I looked over my shoulder and looked at my big ass bouncing as I thrust faster into you. 

I run my fingers through your hair and moan in frustration. “FUCK! This shouldn’t feel this good!!!” This was your favorite part of us having sex. Me being in denial. I keep bouncing and moaning before finally cumming. I scream in pleasure, but shut myself up by kissing you deeply. Our tongues are swirling around while my body calms down from the orgasm. 

Once again, you’ve made me cum and got me to cuddle up next to you after another successful hook-up. After a while, I pull away and see you giving me that look. I frown and automatically get defensive. “I’m not a lesbian,” I say angrily. That was starting to become my catchphrase. 

You giggled, “I never said you were….but you sure are getting good at lesbian sex.” You chew on your lip and caress my body. “Three more months till the wedding. Do you really think you can handle three more months of lesbian sex and not get turned? Remember. Once you say I Do, we will never do this again.” 

I frowned and angrily got out of bed. It was true. I was slowly converting every time we had one of our special sessions. This hate is slowly turning into love. Disgust is becoming lust. My grunts are becoming passionate moans. Your body is becoming more irresistible every time I see you, but not only yours. Women in general. 

If I see a girl in cute leggings, I’m not thinking about where she got them anymore. I’m staring at her amazing ass. I can’t compliment a girl on her cute sports bra at the gym anymore without staring deep into her cleavage, just wanting to dive face-first. 

You were ruining my life, but it’s hard to convince myself that when I’m having the best sex of my life. 

(Hello! I’m looking for a long-term affair plot with my fiancé’s sister, who blackmails me after finding some interesting footage of me cheating. 

It’s quite simple. The wedding is in 6 months. If I want this video to be deleted, all I have to do is sleep with you, but not once. Whenever you want. Worst part is? It’s really good! Will I be able to stay straight till the wedding, or will I have been fully converted after the 6 months? 

I’d also love to include other characters. Perhaps you bring friends over sometimes to sleep with me. Only proving that I don’t just like having sex with you, I like it with all women. Showing my true colors, as it’s harder to deny that I’m turning. Roles can be swapped too where I'm the blackmailer.

I prefer first person, I love detailed responses, and I have a list of refs pinned on my profile if you’d like to look through and pick favorites for us to play as. I hope to hear from you!

I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Even though this wasn’t the first time, I had to keep pinching myself, hoping I was dreaming. Instead, it was a nightmare. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself, but deep down, my body gets excited every time I see you now. You’ve rewired my brain and conditioned my body. 

I hated you, but it was hard to show when I’m moaning from our pussies grinding together. Scissoring you as you grip my hips and stare at my bouncing tits. The smirk on your face pissed me off, but those plump lips looked so appetizing. Your body was also on display, and it was hard not to admire it. How do I hate a woman which amazing tits, curvy hips, and a big juicy ass?!

You giggled and dragged your manicured nails up my body, causing me to shiver. “Mmm, I could tell you love pussy better than cock.” I rolled my eyes and looked away. Holding back my real moans as I whimper. My body was betraying me as I grind deeper into you. 

Suddenly, you pull me down so I’m lying on you. Your hips are still grinding into me. “Kiss me, baby.” You whisper against my lips. I couldn’t help it. I began kissing you passionately as you kept fucking me. I broke the kiss and whimpered, “Please let this be the last time,” I begged before I looked over my shoulder and looked at my big ass bouncing as I thrust faster into you. 

I run my fingers through your hair and moan in frustration. “FUCK! This shouldn’t feel this good!!!” This was your favorite part of us having sex. Me being in denial. I keep bouncing and moaning before finally cumming. I scream in pleasure, but shut myself up by kissing you deeply. Our tongues are swirling around while my body calms down from the orgasm. 

Once again, you’ve made me cum and got me to cuddle up next to you after another successful hook-up. After a while, I pull away and see you giving me that look. I frown and automatically get defensive. “I’m not a lesbian,” I say angrily. That was starting to become my catchphrase. 

You giggled, “I never said you were….but you sure are getting good at lesbian sex.” You chew on your lip and caress my body. “Three more months till the wedding. Do you really think you can handle three more months of lesbian sex and not get turned? Remember. Once you say I Do, we will never do this again.” 

I frowned and angrily got out of bed. It was true. I was slowly converting every time we had one of our special sessions. This hate is slowly turning into love. Disgust is becoming lust. My grunts are becoming passionate moans. Your body is becoming more irresistible every time I see you, but not only yours. Women in general. 

If I see a girl in cute leggings, I’m not thinking about where she got them anymore. I’m staring at her amazing ass. I can’t compliment a girl on her cute sports bra at the gym anymore without staring deep into her cleavage, just wanting to dive face-first. 

You were ruining my life, but it’s hard to convince myself that when I’m having the best sex of my life. 

(Hello! I’m looking for a long-term affair plot with my fiancé’s sister, who blackmails me after finding some interesting footage of me cheating. 

It’s quite simple. The wedding is in 6 months. If I want this video to be deleted, all I have to do is sleep with you, but not once. Whenever you want. Worst part is? It’s really good! Will I be able to stay straight till the wedding, or will I have been fully converted after the 6 months? 

I’d also love to include other characters. Perhaps you bring friends over sometimes to sleep with me. Only proving that I don’t just like having sex with you, I like it with all women. Showing my true colors, as it’s harder to deny that I’m turning. Roles can be swapped too where I'm the blackmailer.

I prefer first person, I love detailed responses, and I have a list of refs pinned on my profile if you’d like to look through and pick favorites for us to play as. I hope to hear from you!

I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Even though this wasn’t the first time, I had to keep pinching myself, hoping I was dreaming. Instead, it was a nightmare. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself, but deep down, my body gets excited every time I see you now. You’ve rewired my brain and conditioned my body. 

I hated you, but it was hard to show when I’m moaning from our pussies grinding together. Scissoring you as you grip my hips and stare at my bouncing tits. The smirk on your face pissed me off, but those plump lips looked so appetizing. Your body was also on display, and it was hard not to admire it. How do I hate a woman which amazing tits, curvy hips, and a big juicy ass?!

You giggled and dragged your manicured nails up my body, causing me to shiver. “Mmm, I could tell you love pussy better than cock.” I rolled my eyes and looked away. Holding back my real moans as I whimper. My body was betraying me as I grind deeper into you. 

Suddenly, you pull me down so I’m lying on you. Your hips are still grinding into me. “Kiss me, baby.” You whisper against my lips. I couldn’t help it. I began kissing you passionately as you kept fucking me. I broke the kiss and whimpered, “Please let this be the last time,” I begged before I looked over my shoulder and looked at my big ass bouncing as I thrust faster into you. 

I run my fingers through your hair and moan in frustration. “FUCK! This shouldn’t feel this good!!!” This was your favorite part of us having sex. Me being in denial. I keep bouncing and moaning before finally cumming. I scream in pleasure, but shut myself up by kissing you deeply. Our tongues are swirling around while my body calms down from the orgasm. 

Once again, you’ve made me cum and got me to cuddle up next to you after another successful hook-up. After a while, I pull away and see you giving me that look. I frown and automatically get defensive. “I’m not a lesbian,” I say angrily. That was starting to become my catchphrase. 

You giggled, “I never said you were….but you sure are getting good at lesbian sex.” You chew on your lip and caress my body. “Three more months till the wedding. Do you really think you can handle three more months of lesbian sex and not get turned? Remember. Once you say I Do, we will never do this again.” 

I frowned and angrily got out of bed. It was true. I was slowly converting every time we had one of our special sessions. This hate is slowly turning into love. Disgust is becoming lust. My grunts are becoming passionate moans. Your body is becoming more irresistible every time I see you, but not only yours. Women in general. 

If I see a girl in cute leggings, I’m not thinking about where she got them anymore. I’m staring at her amazing ass. I can’t compliment a girl on her cute sports bra at the gym anymore without staring deep into her cleavage, just wanting to dive face-first. 

You were ruining my life, but it’s hard to convince myself that when I’m having the best sex of my life. 

(Hello! I’m looking for a long-term affair plot with my fiancé’s sister, who blackmails me after finding some interesting footage of me cheating. 

It’s quite simple. The wedding is in 8 months. If I want this video to be deleted, all I have to do is sleep with you, but not once. Whenever you want. Worst part is? It’s really good! Will I be able to stay straight till the wedding, or will I have been fully converted after the 6 months? 

I’d also love to include other characters. Perhaps you bring friends over sometimes to sleep with me. Only proving that I don’t just like having sex with you, I like it with all women. Showing my true colors, as it’s harder to deny that I’m turning. 

I prefer first person, I love detailed responses, and I have a list of refs pinned on my profile if you’d like to look through and pick favorites for us to play as. I hope to hear from you!)

Ashley Nicole discovered her sexuality at an early age. Experimenting her junior year which would lead to her realization that she was a lesbian. She was very shy and uncomfortable about liking girls. As is any young woman discovering their sexuality. She tried dating boys to become straight but it didn’t work.

Fast forward to her senior year, she was an out and proud lesbian! So much so, she wasn’t afraid to shoot her shot at straight girls. Many of which she succeeded in. College was even better. Every week was a new girl from the bar. If they were straight, she wanted them. If they had boyfriends, even better!

There was something about the challenge. The hunt for these woman that would lead to amazing sex at the end. This addiction did affect her dating life. She couldn’t be in a relationship longer than a month without breaking it off or cheating. She never saw it as an issue. Even after she graduated and got a job, she still has that hunger for straight women. It wasn’t until she blew her last relationship that she realized she had a problem.

This relationship lasted almost a year and she believed she could be the one. It wasn’t until one night when her girlfriend walked in on her sleeping with her sister! Her sister who was getting married in 3 months. Turns out they had been sleeping together for months now and after they got caught, the sister called off the wedding. Saying she needed time to discover herself.

Safe to say that relationship ended. Now, Ashley has moved to LA where she was starting at a new company and a new life. She has gone to therapy for the past couple months now. She has come to terms that she is a sex addict with other tendencies, specifically her obsession with straight women. She thought this new house, city, and job would be the start of something new. That was until one morning when she stepped out onto her balcony.

It has a view into the neighbors backyard and what she saw was nothing short of amazing. Her goddess neighbor laying out by the pool. Skimpy bikini and the sun beaming off her skin. What made it worse came a few seconds later. Her husband and daughter came outside to join her by the pool. It was a beautiful family. One that Ashley was dying to ruin just to get a taste of her new neighbor.

She brought this issue up to her therapist who gave her an interesting test. Don’t run away from the problem. Approach it. She shouldn’t hide from the neighbor but instead befriend her. After all, a new life meant new friends and who better than being friends with the neighbor.

Ashley decided to take her therapist advice and introduce herself to the neighbor.

(Hello! I’d love to play out this long term plot where a lesbian with an interesting addiction tries to be friends with her next door neighbor. One who is just her type. Stunning, curvy, straight, and married.

Can she overcome her addiction or will she fall into her demons?

I prefer to play in first person. I don’t mind playing Ashley or the neighbor. I also have tons of refs for both characters that we can play as. Hope to hear from you!

I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Even though this wasn’t the first time, I had to keep pinching myself, hoping I was dreaming. Instead, it was a nightmare. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself, but deep down, my body gets excited every time I see you now. You’ve rewired my brain and conditioned my body. 

I hated you, but it was hard to show when I’m moaning from our pussies grinding together. Scissoring you as you grip my hips and stare at my bouncing tits. The smirk on your face pissed me off, but those plump lips looked so appetizing. Your body was also on display, and it was hard not to admire it. How do I hate a woman which amazing tits, curvy hips, and a big juicy ass?!

You giggled and dragged your manicured nails up my body, causing me to shiver. “Mmm, I could tell you love pussy better than cock.” I rolled my eyes and looked away. Holding back my real moans as I whimper. My body was betraying me as I grind deeper into you. 

Suddenly, you pull me down so I’m lying on you. Your hips are still grinding into me. “Kiss me, baby.” You whisper against my lips. I couldn’t help it. I began kissing you passionately as you kept fucking me. I broke the kiss and whimpered, “Please let this be the last time,” I begged before I looked over my shoulder and looked at my big ass bouncing as I thrust faster into you. 

I run my fingers through your hair and moan in frustration. “FUCK! This shouldn’t feel this good!!!” This was your favorite part of us having sex. Me being in denial. I keep bouncing and moaning before finally cumming. I scream in pleasure, but shut myself up by kissing you deeply. Our tongues are swirling around while my body calms down from the orgasm. 

Once again, you’ve made me cum and got me to cuddle up next to you after another successful hook-up. After a while, I pull away and see you giving me that look. I frown and automatically get defensive. “I’m not a lesbian,” I say angrily. That was starting to become my catchphrase. 

You giggled, “I never said you were….but you sure are getting good at lesbian sex.” You chew on your lip and caress my body. “Three more months till the wedding. Do you really think you can handle three more months of lesbian sex and not get turned? Remember. Once you say I Do, we will never do this again.” 

I frowned and angrily got out of bed. It was true. I was slowly converting every time we had one of our special sessions. This hate is slowly turning into love. Disgust is becoming lust. My grunts are becoming passionate moans. Your body is becoming more irresistible every time I see you, but not only yours. Women in general. 

If I see a girl in cute leggings, I’m not thinking about where she got them anymore. I’m staring at her amazing ass. I can’t compliment a girl on her cute sports bra at the gym anymore without staring deep into her cleavage, just wanting to dive face-first. 

You were ruining my life, but it’s hard to convince myself that when I’m having the best sex of my life. 

(Hello! I’m looking for a long-term affair plot with my fiancé’s sister, who blackmails me after finding some interesting footage of me cheating. 

It’s quite simple. The wedding is in 8 months. If I want this video to be deleted, all I have to do is sleep with you, but not once. Whenever you want. Worst part is? It’s really good! Will I be able to stay straight till the wedding, or will I have been fully converted after the 6 months? 

I’d also love to include other characters. Perhaps you bring friends over sometimes to sleep with me. Only proving that I don’t just like having sex with you, I like it with all women. Showing my true colors, as it’s harder to deny that I’m turning. 

I prefer first person, I love detailed responses, and I have a list of refs pinned on my profile if you’d like to look through and pick favorites for us to play as. I hope to hear from you!)

Ashley Nicole discovered her sexuality at an early age. Experimenting her junior year which would lead to her realization that she was a lesbian. She was very shy and uncomfortable about liking girls. As is any young woman discovering their sexuality. She tried dating boys to become straight but it didn’t work.

Fast forward to her senior year, she was an out and proud lesbian! So much so, she wasn’t afraid to shoot her shot at straight girls. Many of which she succeeded in. College was even better. Every week was a new girl from the bar. If they were straight, she wanted them. If they had boyfriends, even better!

There was something about the challenge. The hunt for these woman that would lead to amazing sex at the end. This addiction did affect her dating life. She couldn’t be in a relationship longer than a month without breaking it off or cheating. She never saw it as an issue. Even after she graduated and got a job, she still has that hunger for straight women. It wasn’t until she blew her last relationship that she realized she had a problem.

This relationship lasted almost a year and she believed she could be the one. It wasn’t until one night when her girlfriend walked in on her sleeping with her sister! Her sister who was getting married in 3 months. Turns out they had been sleeping together for months now and after they got caught, the sister called off the wedding. Saying she needed time to discover herself.

Safe to say that relationship ended. Now, Ashley has moved to LA where she was starting at a new company and a new life. She has gone to therapy for the past couple months now. She has come to terms that she is a sex addict with other tendencies, specifically her obsession with straight women. She thought this new house, city, and job would be the start of something new. That was until one morning when she stepped out onto her balcony.

It has a view into the neighbors backyard and what she saw was nothing short of amazing. Her goddess neighbor laying out by the pool. Skimpy bikini and the sun beaming off her skin. What made it worse came a few seconds later. Her husband and daughter came outside to join her by the pool. It was a beautiful family. One that Ashley was dying to ruin just to get a taste of her new neighbor.

She brought this issue up to her therapist who gave her an interesting test. Don’t run away from the problem. Approach it. She shouldn’t hide from the neighbor but instead befriend her. After all, a new life meant new friends and who better than being friends with the neighbor.

Ashley decided to take her therapist advice and introduce herself to the neighbor.

(Hello! I’d love to play out this long term plot where a lesbian with an interesting addiction tries to be friends with her next door neighbor. One who is just her type. Stunning, curvy, straight, and married.

Can she overcome her addiction or will she fall into her demons?

I prefer to play in first person. I don’t mind playing Ashley or the neighbor. I also have tons of refs for both characters that we can play as. Hope to hear from you!

Ashley Nicole discovered her sexuality at an early age. Experimenting her junior year which would lead to her realization that she was a lesbian. She was very shy and uncomfortable about liking girls. As is any young woman discovering their sexuality. She tried dating boys to become straight but it didn’t work.

Fast forward to her senior year, she was an out and proud lesbian! So much so, she wasn’t afraid to shoot her shot at straight girls. Many of which she succeeded in. College was even better. Every week was a new girl from the bar. If they were straight, she wanted them. If they had boyfriends, even better!

There was something about the challenge. The hunt for these woman that would lead to amazing sex at the end. This addiction did affect her dating life. She couldn’t be in a relationship longer than a month without breaking it off or cheating. She never saw it as an issue. Even after she graduated and got a job, she still has that hunger for straight women. It wasn’t until she blew her last relationship that she realized she had a problem.

This relationship lasted almost a year and she believed she could be the one. It wasn’t until one night when her girlfriend walked in on her sleeping with her sister! Her sister who was getting married in 3 months. Turns out they had been sleeping together for months now and after they got caught, the sister called off the wedding. Saying she needed time to discover herself.

Safe to say that relationship ended. Now, Ashley has moved to LA where she was starting at a new company and a new life. She has gone to therapy for the past couple months now. She has come to terms that she is a sex addict with other tendencies, specifically her obsession with straight women. She thought this new house, city, and job would be the start of something new. That was until one morning when she stepped out onto her balcony.

It has a view into the neighbors backyard and what she saw was nothing short of amazing. Her goddess neighbor laying out by the pool. Skimpy bikini and the sun beaming off her skin. What made it worse came a few seconds later. Her husband and daughter came outside to join her by the pool. It was a beautiful family. One that Ashley was dying to ruin just to get a taste of her new neighbor.

She brought this issue up to her therapist who gave her an interesting test. Don’t run away from the problem. Approach it. She shouldn’t hide from the neighbor but instead befriend her. After all, a new life meant new friends and who better than being friends with the neighbor.

Ashley decided to take her therapist advice and introduce herself to the neighbor.

(Hello! I’d love to play out this long term plot where a lesbian with an interesting addiction tries to be friends with her next door neighbor. One who is just her type. Stunning, curvy, straight, and married.

Can she overcome her addiction or will she fall into her demons?

I prefer to play in first person. I don’t mind playing Ashley or the neighbor. I also have tons of refs for both characters that we can play as. Hope to hear from you!