u/EmmaGotStoned

I sat in the coffee shop across the street at the bar in front of the window and stared. I came to this particular coffee shop, not just because of their excellent coffee and pastries, but because of what was across the street. Across the street was the object of my... fascination. Okay, maybe obsession is a better word.

You see, I was a small town, all American girl. But I knew I didn't fit in with the rest of the girls. I knew from a young age, I was gay, but I also learned quickly that was unacceptable in my parents house. That's why, when I got a scholarship to a school in the big city, I jumped at the chance to get out. My parents weren't thrilled, but they couldn't exactly argue with a full ride.

There was nothing even remotely close to this in my hometown. At least that I was aware of. But now I sat, maybe 100 feet from an honest to god sex shop. And from the few friends I'd made, a queer friendly one at that. I wanted desperately to go inside but could never quite work up the courage. I told myself that today was the day.

I gulped down my drink, and got up. I was being silly, it was just a shop, like any other shop. I can do this. I mean what's the worst that could happen? And I don't even have to buy anything, just window shop. Before I knew it, I was in front of the door. Taking a deep breath I opened the door and stepped in. I didn't know what I was expecting, but this would be so much more.

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Hi, my name is Emma and I would love to play a patron of your fine sex shop. My character is a young, early 20's, college student who has been thinking, fantasizing about going into your store and finally builds enough courage to do it.

A little about me/my character. I'm fairly slim and fit, I ran track in high school. Wavy red hair to my shoulder blades, and green eyes to complete the look. I want her to not be a virgin, but not exactly experienced either. Maybe never using toys for example. But she's seen plenty of lesbian porn, so she's somewhat familiar with the world.

For your character... Well that's a bit more flexible. My initial thought would be to have you be the employee/owner of the shop. You take me on a tour of the store and maybe offer a more... Hands on education. My thought is someone maybe slightly older, but definitely more experienced. We can discuss that in more detail.

I think that's about all for now. Hope we can connect and have some fun!

XOXO

Emma

I went a little overboard last night. I finished my exams and thought I would blow off a little steam. I went out dancing with friends, had a few drinks. Then a few more. And to be honest, I don't remember much about the end of the night, just flashes of stumbling into a cab with my roommate, and stripping naked in my room before collapsing in bed.

My body was awake before my brain. Squirming and groaning on the bed involuntarily. As I felt myself coming into consciousness, I tried to determine what was real and what was a leftover from a dream. Shockingly, I came to the realization that what I was feeling was real. There was in fact a mouth around my cock.

It easily took the whole member into it, a nose pressed into my little red bush, drool running down over my smooth little balls. It wasn't much to take in, just about 4 inches fully hard, but the mouth handled it perfectly. I resisted opening my eyes for fear it was a dream and would all disappear, but I couldn't resist any longer. I opened my eyes, still slightly blurry, coming into focus to look down past my naked breasts, down my stomach, and seeing my roommate between my legs.

You smiled up when you noticed my eyes opening.

"Hey hun. I was walking by the room and saw you sleeping naked with some morning wood and I just couldn't resist." You went back to work slurping and licking around the small shaft.

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I considered leaving your character and our relation up to you, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized this is how I wanted to play this out. If you think you have another idea you like better, I would be happy to listen, but I reserve the right to say no.

There are a couple points I did want to add to this as well

* Our characters haven't had any sexual relations before. Just friends and roommates. Maybe something happened the night before, but nothing this far.

* My thought is I opened up about my anatomy the night before, but I'm flexible on this. You could already know, you could find out just moments before, that's more open.

* I'm leaning towards preferring to play with a female over futa or male but that's not a hard no.

* For my character, it would specifically be cock and balls. No vagina on me. Just my preference.

That's all I have at the moment. If you have any questions, please ask. If not, I'm happy to just dive into things.

The past few months had been crazy. Between work, family and other social obligations, and just being plain worn down, it felt like I didn't really have a day to just breathe. Until today. I was laying on the couch in gym shorts and a cropped tank top, just staring up at the ceiling fan. Spinning just enough to make the fine, red hairs around my face dance. I had a whole day of nothing to do. A whole weekend in fact. I considered what I might do with my time. Go to the park? Watch a movie? Literally lay here and not move for a bit? Nothing really sounded great until something struck me.

"It's been three months..." I muttered softly as the realization that I'd not had sex in three months. It's not the longest dry spell I've had, but still significant for me. As I thought about it, I could feel that familiar desire building in me. Of course I wanted to get off, but what I really wanted was to get someone else off. Now, I'm sure I could get all dressed up, go to a bar, find a girl and have some fun. And I still might just do that. But that didn't solve my here and now issue.

That's when I heard you come out of your room to get something from the fridge. That's when something clicked. "Hey." I rolled over to my stomach, looking towards the kitchen. "I was just thinking, it's been a crazy couple months for both of us. I don't know about you, but it's left me with certain needs unmet, and well... I'm not really sure how else to ask this, so I'm just going to ask. Can I eat your pussy?"

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Hello lovelies. I won't go on too long here because I think you get the idea of what I'm looking for. What I'm asking from you is a couple things.

First, I'm keeping this one pretty strictly vanilla. If you have to ask, it's probably too much. Obviously the first priority is me going down on your character. Beyond that, things I would love to see: making out, clothed sex, light dirty talk, body worship. Really basic, lesbian sex stuff.

Second, tell me a bit about your character. Appearance is important, but if you're feeling up to it, a little personality is always appreciated. For me/my character is Emma, early 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans. Loves to dress up for a night out, but can certainly lounge around in something simple as well. Definite people pleaser, both in and out of the bedroom. Favorite color is a nice forest green. Had known she's gay for a while but only came out in college.

And last, but not least, what's your favorite dinosaur? Not especially relevant and not a deal breaker if you don't have one. Just thought I'd ask.

It was the longest stretch of drive back from your parents, a good 60 miles of highway with next to nothing on the roadside. I was eager to get home but we had a while. It's not that I don't love your family, but with these family gatherings, there's always so many people and so much going on, we don't get much time to ourselves, especially to be intimate. Mostly because we both know I have trouble staying quiet. And as accepting as your family was, I don't think they would appreciate hearing me beg for you to let me cum.

I looked over to you driving, clearly focused on the road, zoned in to driving down the long stretch of road. I smiled to myself just looking at your face. You noticed and looked over to me briefly, seat reclined, almost laying flat.

*What are you smiling about?*

"Nothing, just looking at your pretty face, thinking about when I can have it between my legs again."

You rolled your eyes and chuckled a bit.

*You're ridiculous, it hasn't even been a week.*

"Yeah I know... Doesn't mean I can't want it. You said it yourself, I'm just a horny little sex bunny."

You lifted a finger, waving it at me slightly.

*That was before we were dating and just fooling around, for one. And two, clearly I was right.*

I giggled at your response, loving to tease you, in more ways than one. I stretched out in my seat, groaning softly, finishing with a squeak as I reached my limit. My sun dress lifted on my thighs and my arms lifted up pulled my tits with them, my nipples threatening to show themselves. And with that I had a wicked idea.

Your eyes were back on the road, settling back into your focus. Slowly, not wanting to draw too much attention yet, I shimmied my shoulders out if the thin straps of the dress, pulling it down to expose my pink nipples with hot pink bars through them. Next I lift the hem of my dress, gripping my cotton panties and pulling them down slowly. I get it to my mid thighs before you glance over, eyes wide behind your sunglasses.

*What the hell are you doing?*

"Just... Getting comfortable." I smile up at you, gently cupping my bare breasts.

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Just a fun, flirty car sex scene. We're in a relationship and heading home from some family event at your parents and got a long stretch of road to drive through to get back to civilization. I get a bit bored and restless so I decide to have some fun.

I'm happy to have you jump in right where I left off, but if there's anything you'd like to discuss, please just say so. Kinks are pretty vanilla, aside from the obvious public and risky location and exhibitionism.

My character is Emma, early 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans

I sat in the coffee shop across the street at the bar in front of the window and stared. I came to this particular coffee shop, not just because of their excellent coffee and pastries, but because of what was across the street. Across the street was the object of my... fascination. Okay, maybe obsession is a better word.

You see, I was a small town, all American girl. But I knew I didn't fit in with the rest of the girls. I knew from a young age, I was gay, but I also learned quickly that was unacceptable in my parents house. That's why, when I got a scholarship to a school in the big city, I jumped at the chance to get out. My parents weren't thrilled, but they couldn't exactly argue with a full ride.

There was nothing even remotely close to this in my hometown. At least that I was aware of. But now I sat, maybe 100 feet from an honest to god sex shop. And from the few friends I'd made, a queer friendly one at that. I wanted desperately to go inside but could never quite work up the courage. I told myself that today was the day.

I gulped down my drink, and got up. I was being silly, it was just a shop, like any other shop. I can do this. I mean what's the worst that could happen? And I don't even have to buy anything, just window shop. Before I knew it, I was in front of the door. Taking a deep breath I opened the door and stepped in. I didn't know what I was expecting, but this would be so much more.

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Hi, my name is Emma and I would love to play a patron of your fine sex shop. My character is a young, early 20's, college student who has been thinking, fantasizing about going into your store and finally builds enough courage to do it.

A little about me/my character. I'm fairly slim and fit, I ran track in high school. Wavy red hair to my shoulder blades, and green eyes to complete the look. I want her to not be a virgin, but not exactly experienced either. Maybe never using toys for example. But she's seen plenty of lesbian porn, so she's somewhat familiar with the world.

For your character... Well that's a bit more flexible. My initial thought would be to have you be the employee/owner of the shop. You take me on a tour of the store and maybe offer a more... Hands on education. My thought is someone maybe slightly older, but definitely more experienced. We can discuss that in more detail.

I think that's about all for now. Hope we can connect and have some fun!

XOXO

Emma

It's not something we intended to happen. In fact, it almost felt like something we were actively fighting against happening. And that's certainly not to say that I didn't think you were attractive or that I never thought about it, but it just seemed like it would make our relationship more... Complicated.

But when I woke up naked in your bed, looking to my left to see you next to me, partially under the covers, but leaving no doubt in my mind that you were naked as well, it was difficult to come up with any other situation that would have lead us here. I sighed softly, resting my head in my hands, rubbing my eyes in an attempt to clear the sleep and remnants of drinking from my head, trying to remember exactly what happened, but only coming up with bits. At the very least, I did remember the sex, well most of it, and I am fairly certain we enjoyed ourselves and that made me smile.

Before I got too far into my head, I decided that this was not the best place to try and figure out what happened, and started to glance around the room for clothing, at least enough to go make some coffee. Doing my best to not wake you, I slid out of bed and grabbed my panties and a t shirt, but before I could get anything on, I heard you stirring.

*Mmm... Hey. Um did we...?*

"Hey. Yeah. We did. I'm going to make some coffee, and we can talk over that, yeah?"

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Ah forbidden fruit, why must you be so sweet? Or at least socially inconvenient fruit. I'm open to a range of relationships that go from strictly forbidden, to frowned upon, and down to mildly awkward the next time we hang out. Mainly I'm looking for something that one or both of us has been fighting for some time and during a night where our guard was down, it happened.

I have a few frameworks that could work but I'm open to a lot. I guess the only thing I'd say is I'm not a *huge* fan of incest, but I'm not strictly opposed. A couple I had thought of were roommates, boss/employee or general coworkers, close friends, teacher(or TA)/student, or just playing out an age difference, ideally with some previous relationship.

There's two ways I see this played out, we can play the night before and maybe continue the morning as well, or we can carry on from where I ended and talk about the night before and get in at least one more romp if nothing more.

You're welcome to just dive in, though I would like a little detail about your character and our relationship, or we can chat before starting. If you have any questions, please ask. Hope we can hook up and have some fun.

<3 Emma

Compared to the nightmare stories you see online, we definitely had a good roommate relationship. We weren't exactly best friends, but we were friendly, hung out on occasion in the common area, and didn't mind sharing food or drinks for the most part. We met through friends,even seemingly flirted for a bit, but nothing ever came of it.

We were aware of each other's sexual orientation, and would bring the occasional date back, but neither of us really had any serious relationships. One day when I was out, you were home alone and you decided to take a peek at your favorite subreddit of naked girls.

You scrolled through until something caught your eye. You pulled up the image and looked over the slender, pale torso. Not much curves, but enough tits for a handful. The small pink nipples were pierced and had black nipple clamps attached together with a chain. It only showed the bottom of the face, just enough to see they had a ball gag in their mouth.

As you admired the naked girl, the title lamenting the lack of a woman to join her, something drew your attention to the background. She had the exact same dresser as your roommate.... Along with the same record player on top... And now that you were looking the choker necklace she had on looked like hers too.

You started to think. Was it possible that quiet, slightly nerdy, kind of hipster, blushed bright red when you noticed she left her vibrator out Emma was not only into these kinks, but also posting pictures online...?

"No... It can't be Emma..."

"What can't be me?"

You nearly jumped out of your seat hearing my voice from the doorway.

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You've discovered that not only is your roommate an exhibitionist, but they are kinky too? Do you confront her right away? Ask her to hang out, ease into it? Just message the account to flirt a bit before revealing yourself? The choice is yours and yours alone.

I'm not really into this being a blackmail thing, more of a flirty teasing to let you see the freak in the quiet girl. I'm flexible with kinks direction, but a few things I would like to include: light pain, spanking, toys (strap on, butt plug, vibrator etc.), teasing, edging, ENF, CFNF, and taking pictures.

My character is Emma, early-mid 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans.

I sat in the coffee shop across the street at the bar in front of the window and stared. I came to this particular coffee shop, not just because of their excellent coffee and pastries, but because of what was across the street. Across the street was the object of my... fascination. Okay, maybe obsession is a better word.

You see, I was a small town, all American girl. But I knew I didn't fit in with the rest of the girls. I knew from a young age, I was gay, but I also learned quickly that was unacceptable in my parents house. That's why, when I got a scholarship to a school in the big city, I jumped at the chance to get out. My parents weren't thrilled, but they couldn't exactly argue with a full ride.

There was nothing even remotely close to this in my hometown. At least that I was aware of. But now I sat, maybe 100 feet from an honest to god sex shop. And from the few friends I'd made, a queer friendly one at that. I wanted desperately to go inside but could never quite work up the courage. I told myself that today was the day.

I gulped down my drink, and got up. I was being silly, it was just a shop, like any other shop. I can do this. I mean what's the worst that could happen? And I don't even have to buy anything, just window shop. Before I knew it, I was in front of the door. Taking a deep breath I opened the door and stepped in. I didn't know what I was expecting, but this would be so much more.

---

Hi, my name is Emma and I would love to play a patron of your fine sex shop. My character is a young, early 20's, college student who has been thinking, fantasizing about going into your store and finally builds enough courage to do it.

A little about me/my character. I'm fairly slim and fit, I ran track in high school. Wavy red hair to my shoulder blades, and green eyes to complete the look. I want her to not be a virgin, but not exactly experienced either. Maybe never using toys for example. But she's seen plenty of lesbian porn, so she's somewhat familiar with the world.

For your character... Well that's a bit more flexible. My initial thought would be to have you be the employee/owner of the shop. You take me on a tour of the store and maybe offer a more... Hands on education. My thought is someone maybe slightly older, but definitely more experienced. We can discuss that in more detail.

I think that's about all for now. Hope we can connect and have some fun!

XOXO

Emma

I certainly didn't plan for our relationship to turn out like this. But when the restaurant I was working at closed, I was having a hard time getting another job. We were already living together and you made enough to support us on your own, so you told me not to worry about it. In the mean time if I could help with cooking and cleaning, you would really appreciate it.

I really didn't mind it, and found myself getting less stressed and I got to make you more exciting and time consuming meals. You even started joking that I had become a good little domestic housewife. With that joke, I started planning a little surprise for you. I started ordering things off line, a dress, some heels, I even got a vintage set of lingerie for the evening.

I jumped into action when I got your text that you were leaving work, securing the various clasps on the vintage clothing, putting on the pearls you got for my birthday. Dinner was already going in the kitchen. About five minutes out I put together your favorite drink and got ready to meet you at the door. I heard your keys enter the lock and got myself ready.

"Welcome home honey. I made your favorite for dinner." I smiled brightly through my red lips, holding out the glass to you.

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As a queer, feminist woman, the actual 1950's era sounds like a miserable time to live. The fashion however is soooooo cute. I also like tending to my hard working woman's every need. And of course, if I burn dinner or missed a spot cleaning, you would have to bend me over and give me a good spanking.

As an alternate idea, you could also be transforming me into a domesticated wife. Buying me dresses, asking me to do some cooking, wear my high heels around the house, that sort of thing. Let me know if you're into that, because it might take a bit of rewriting.

Things I would like to include in this would be romance, focus on outfits, teasing, romantic serving/submission, a little bit of feet, (but just like foot rubs) spanking, and toys/strap on. I'm open to other things, but lean more towards vanilla, maybe with a few sprinkles.

My character is Emma, early-mid 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans.

P.S. I've really been into the androgynous look lately (think bois) lately. Not a requirement, but if you based your character on that, I would appreciate it.

<3

I certainly didn't plan for our relationship to turn out like this. But when the restaurant I was working at closed, I was having a hard time getting another job. We were already living together and you made enough to support us on your own, so you told me not to worry about it. In the mean time if I could help with cooking and cleaning, you would really appreciate it.

I really didn't mind it, and found myself getting less stressed and I got to make you more exciting and time consuming meals. You even started joking that I had become a good little domestic housewife. With that joke, I started planning a little surprise for you. I started ordering things off line, a dress, some heels, I even got a vintage set of lingerie for the evening.

I jumped into action when I got your text that you were leaving work, securing the various clasps on the vintage clothing, putting on the pearls you got for my birthday. Dinner was already going in the kitchen. About five minutes out I put together your favorite drink and got ready to meet you at the door. I heard your keys enter the lock and got myself ready.

"Welcome home honey. I made your favorite for dinner." I smiled brightly through my red lips, holding out the glass to you.

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As a queer, feminist woman, the actual 1950's era sounds like a miserable time to live. The fashion however is soooooo cute. I also like tending to my hard working woman's every need. And of course, if I burn dinner or missed a spot cleaning, you would have to bend me over and give me a good spanking.

As an alternate idea, you could also be transforming me into a domesticated wife. Buying me dresses, asking me to do some cooking, wear my high heels around the house, that sort of thing. Let me know if you're into that, because it might take a bit of rewriting.

Things I would like to include in this would be romance, focus on outfits, teasing, romantic serving/submission, a little bit of feet, (but just like foot rubs) spanking, and toys/strap on. I'm open to other things, but lean more towards vanilla, maybe with a few sprinkles.

My character is Emma, early-mid 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans.

P.S. I've really been into the androgynous look lately (think bois) lately. Not a requirement, but if you based your character on that, I would appreciate it.

<3

You and I have loved together for just over three months. It was a big step for us both, but it was my first time moving in with a partner. Of course there were some adjustments to be made, but nothing too much. Honestly, I had stayed over with you enough that we knew a bit of our routines. My favorite thing about it was the extra opportunities for small surprises. Today, for example, when you arrived home, you called out to me, but no response. Listening carefully, you hear the shower running.

As you move into our shared place, entering our bedroom, you find the door to the bathroom open. You can hear my soft humming, barely above the water of the shower. You take the open door as an invitation, entering the bathroom, finding me in the glass enclosure of the shower. I don't acknowledge you just yet, putting on a bit of a display, running my hands down my chest, pausing to gently cup my breasts.

Finally, I turn my head to you. "Oh, I didn't hear you get home." An obvious lie. Then I see you start too undress, but I hold up a finger, causing you to stop, slightly confused. "Just... watch for now..." Time for the real show to begin...

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For about as long as I've known what it was, I've been really into exhibitionism. Sometimes it's just being naked around others, sometimes it's making out and heavy petting at a party, on a few occasions it's full sex with another (or others) in the room. This time however, I want something a bit more intimate. Just you (my partner that I just moved in with), watching me in the shower.

Now, there are some do's and don'ts that I would love to request from you if you're looking to play this out. DO enjoy watching. This isn't about denial, but admiration, knowing that you watching me is almost as much a turn on as you touching me. DO encourage. Give me a bit of direction (turn this way, touch here, show me this, etc). DO compliment me. I love having a partner tell me I'm pretty, call me little pet named, tell me what you're looking at. DO feel free to capture the image. I like the idea of me hiding secretly naked in your phone or camera.

Now the don'ts. DON'T move too quickly. If I just wanted you to jump in the shower with me, this would be a different set up. DON'T be mean. I want this to be a but sweet, potentially even sickly. Think words like "pretty" or "beautiful", not "hot" or "sexy. Think names like "sweet" or "honey", not "bitch" or "slut". I know I'm being a bit specific, but it's my scene so I can do that.

My name is Emma, early-mid 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans.

Finally, and this one's important, what's your favorite color? And do try to be specific. Green is nice, but a dark green like the top of a pine forest is better.

Hope to hear back and have some fun.

I know what I promised. And the logical part of my brain knew that it was a good idea. The more I thought about my dry spell, the harder it would be to break it. I just needed to relax and let things happen. Unfortunately, the logical part of your brain gets a bit quiet when alcohol is involved.

I throw back what I think is the third shot if the night, shivering as the liquor burns down my throat, sliding the glass to the middle of the table. "To another night not getting laid right?" I could tell that you were getting frustrated by my complaining, but hey, I was frustrated too. I haven't had anything that wasn't run on batteries between my legs in almost three weeks now.

"I just can't find that... Spark y'know? Like there's no chemistry with any of these girls." I take a drink of my beer, resting my elbow on the table, looking across at you. "Do you think I'm being too picky?" My lips pout as I look to you for some solution to my sexual woes.

At this point, you'd had it. You realized that the only way to get me to shut up about not getting laid, was to get me laid. And, as they say, if you want something done right, do it yourself.

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Sometimes, sex can be like cats.

Hear me out.

You ever meet a cat that you want to like you, but the nicer you are, the meaner the cat is? Sometimes the more we want something, the harder it is to get it. This is where we find my character. It's been a bit of a dry spell and now she's a bit... desperate.

Your character is a bit fed up hearing about it and decides that if I could just get laid once, it would ease some of the pressure, making it a little less of a big deal to have sex. And the only way (other than hiring a pro, but that's another prompt) to make sure it gets done right is to fuck me yourself.

My character is Emma, early-mid 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans.

I'm pretty flexible on kinks and direction for this scene, so send me some ideas, or feel free to dive in. Either way I hope we can connect and have some fun.

<3 Emma

You and I have loved together for just over three months. It was a big step for us both, but it was my first time moving in with a partner. Of course there were some adjustments to be made, but nothing too much. Honestly, I had stayed over with you enough that we knew a bit of our routines. My favorite thing about it was the extra opportunities for small surprises. Today, for example, when you arrived home, you called out to me, but no response. Listening carefully, you hear the shower running.

As you move into our shared place, entering our bedroom, you find the door to the bathroom open. You can hear my soft humming, barely above the water of the shower. You take the open door as an invitation, entering the bathroom, finding me in the glass enclosure of the shower. I don't acknowledge you just yet, putting on a bit of a display, running my hands down my chest, pausing to gently cup my breasts.

Finally, I turn my head to you. "Oh, I didn't hear you get home." An obvious lie. Then I see you start too undress, but I hold up a finger, causing you to stop, slightly confused. "Just... watch for now..." Time for the real show to begin...

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For about as long as I've known what it was, I've been really into exhibitionism. Sometimes it's just being naked around others, sometimes it's making out and heavy petting at a party, on a few occasions it's full sex with another (or others) in the room. This time however, I want something a bit more intimate. Just you (my partner that I just moved in with), watching me in the shower.

Now, there are some do's and don'ts that I would love to request from you if you're looking to play this out. DO enjoy watching. This isn't about denial, but admiration, knowing that you watching me is almost as much a turn on as you touching me. DO encourage. Give me a bit of direction (turn this way, touch here, show me this, etc). DO compliment me. I love having a partner tell me I'm pretty, call me little pet named, tell me what you're looking at. DO feel free to capture the image. I like the idea of me hiding secretly naked in your phone or camera.

Now the don'ts. DON'T move too quickly. If I just wanted you to jump in the shower with me, this would be a different set up. DON'T be mean. I want this to be a but sweet, potentially even sickly. Think words like "pretty" or "beautiful", not "hot" or "sexy. Think names like "sweet" or "honey", not "bitch" or "slut". I know I'm being a bit specific, but it's my scene so I can do that.

My name is Emma, early-mid 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans.

Finally, and this one's important, what's your favorite color? And do try to be specific. Green is nice, but a dark green like the top of a pine forest is better.

Hope to hear back and have some fun.

You and I have loved together for just over three months. It was a big step for us both, but it was my first time moving in with a partner. Of course there were some adjustments to be made, but nothing too much. Honestly, I had stayed over with you enough that we knew a bit of our routines. My favorite thing about it was the extra opportunities for small surprises. Today, for example, when you arrived home, you called out to me, but no response. Listening carefully, you hear the shower running.

As you move into our shared place, entering our bedroom, you find the door to the bathroom open. You can hear my soft humming, barely above the water of the shower. You take the open door as an invitation, entering the bathroom, finding me in the glass enclosure of the shower. I don't acknowledge you just yet, putting on a bit of a display, running my hands down my chest, pausing to gently cup my breasts.

Finally, I turn my head to you. "Oh, I didn't hear you get home." An obvious lie. Then I see you start too undress, but I hold up a finger, causing you to stop, slightly confused. "Just... watch for now..." Time for the real show to begin...

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For about as long as I've known what it was, I've been really into exhibitionism. Sometimes it's just being naked around others, sometimes it's making out and heavy petting at a party, on a few occasions it's full sex with another (or others) in the room. This time however, I want something a bit more intimate. Just you (my partner that I just moved in with), watching me in the shower.

Now, there are some do's and don'ts that I would love to request from you if you're looking to play this out. DO enjoy watching. This isn't about denial, but admiration, knowing that you watching me is almost as much a turn on as you touching me. DO encourage. Give me a bit of direction (turn this way, touch here, show me this, etc). DO compliment me. I love having a partner tell me I'm pretty, call me little pet named, tell me what you're looking at. DO feel free to capture the image. I like the idea of me hiding secretly naked in your phone or camera.

Now the don'ts. DON'T move too quickly. If I just wanted you to jump in the shower with me, this would be a different set up. DON'T be mean. I want this to be a but sweet, potentially even sickly. Think words like "pretty" or "beautiful", not "hot" or "sexy. Think names like "sweet" or "honey", not "bitch" or "slut". I know I'm being a bit specific, but it's my scene so I can do that.

My name is Emma, early-mid 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans.

Finally, and this one's important, what's your favorite color? And do try to be specific. Green is nice, but a dark green like the top of a pine forest is better.

Hope to hear back and have some fun.

It was the longest stretch of drive back from your parents, a good 60 miles of highway with next to nothing on the roadside. I was eager to get home but we had a while. It's not that I don't love your family, but with these family gatherings, there's always so many people and so much going on, we don't get much time to ourselves, especially to be intimate. Mostly because we both know I have trouble staying quiet. And as accepting as your family was, I don't think they would appreciate hearing me beg for you to let me cum.

I looked over to you driving, clearly focused on the road, zoned in to driving down the long stretch of road. I smiled to myself just looking at your face. You noticed and looked over to me briefly, seat reclined, almost laying flat.

*What are you smiling about?*

"Nothing, just looking at your pretty face, thinking about when I can have it between my legs again."

You rolled your eyes and chuckled a bit.

*You're ridiculous, it hasn't even been a week.*

"Yeah I know... Doesn't mean I can't want it. You said it yourself, I'm just a horny little sex bunny."

You lifted a finger, waving it at me slightly.

*That was before we were dating and just fooling around, for one. And two, clearly I was right.*

I giggled at your response, loving to tease you, in more ways than one. I stretched out in my seat, groaning softly, finishing with a squeak as I reached my limit. My sun dress lifted on my thighs and my arms lifted up pulled my tits with them, my nipples threatening to show themselves. And with that I had a wicked idea.

Your eyes were back on the road, settling back into your focus. Slowly, not wanting to draw too much attention yet, I shimmied my shoulders out if the thin straps of the dress, pulling it down to expose my pink nipples with hot pink bars through them. Next I lift the hem of my dress, gripping my cotton panties and pulling them down slowly. I get it to my mid thighs before you glance over, eyes wide behind your sunglasses.

*What the hell are you doing?*

"Just... Getting comfortable." I smile up at you, gently cupping my bare breasts.

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Just a fun, flirty car sex scene. We're in a relationship and heading home from some family event at your parents and got a long stretch of road to drive through to get back to civilization. I get a bit bored and restless so I decide to have some fun.

I'm happy to have you jump in right where I left off, but if there's anything you'd like to discuss, please just say so. Kinks are pretty vanilla, aside from the obvious public and risky location and exhibitionism.

My character is Emma, early 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans

The past few months had been crazy. Between work, family and other social obligations, and just being plain worn down, it felt like I didn't really have a day to just breathe. Until today. I was laying on the couch in gym shorts and a cropped tank top, just staring up at the ceiling fan. Spinning just enough to make the fine, red hairs around my face dance. I had a whole day of nothing to do. A whole weekend in fact. I considered what I might do with my time. Go to the park? Watch a movie? Literally lay here and not move for a bit? Nothing really sounded great until something struck me.

"It's been three months..." I muttered softly as the realization that I'd not had sex in three months. It's not the longest dry spell I've had, but still significant for me. As I thought about it, I could feel that familiar desire building in me. Of course I wanted to get off, but what I really wanted was to get someone else off. Now, I'm sure I could get all dressed up, go to a bar, find a girl and have some fun. And I still might just do that. But that didn't solve my here and now issue.

That's when I heard you come out of your room to get something from the fridge. That's when something clicked. "Hey." I rolled over to my stomach, looking towards the kitchen. "I was just thinking, it's been a crazy couple months for both of us. I don't know about you, but it's left me with certain needs unmet, and well... I'm not really sure how else to ask this, so I'm just going to ask. Can I eat your pussy?"

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Hello lovelies. I won't go on too long here because I think you get the idea of what I'm looking for. What I'm asking from you is a couple things.

First, I'm keeping this one pretty strictly vanilla. If you have to ask, it's probably too much. Obviously the first priority is me going down on your character. Beyond that, things I would love to see: making out, clothed sex, light dirty talk, body worship. Really basic, lesbian sex stuff.

Second, tell me a bit about your character. Appearance is important, but if you're feeling up to it, a little personality is always appreciated. For me/my character is Emma, early 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans. Loves to dress up for a night out, but can certainly lounge around in something simple as well. Definite people pleaser, both in and out of the bedroom. Favorite color is a nice forest green. Had known she's gay for a while but only came out in college.

And last, but not least, what's your favorite dinosaur? Not especially relevant and not a deal breaker if you don't have one. Just thought I'd ask.

The past few months had been crazy. Between work, family and other social obligations, and just being plain worn down, it felt like I didn't really have a day to just breathe. Until today. I was laying on the couch in gym shorts and a cropped tank top, just staring up at the ceiling fan. Spinning just enough to make the fine, red hairs around my face dance. I had a whole day of nothing to do. A whole weekend in fact. I considered what I might do with my time. Go to the park? Watch a movie? Literally lay here and not move for a bit? Nothing really sounded great until something struck me.

"It's been three months..." I muttered softly as the realization that I'd not had sex in three months. It's not the longest dry spell I've had, but still significant for me. As I thought about it, I could feel that familiar desire building in me. Of course I wanted to get off, but what I really wanted was to get someone else off. Now, I'm sure I could get all dressed up, go to a bar, find a girl and have some fun. And I still might just do that. But that didn't solve my here and now issue.

That's when I heard you come out of your room to get something from the fridge. That's when something clicked. "Hey." I rolled over to my stomach, looking towards the kitchen. "I was just thinking, it's been a crazy couple months for both of us. I don't know about you, but it's left me with certain needs unmet, and well... I'm not really sure how else to ask this, so I'm just going to ask. Can I eat your pussy?"

---

Hello lovelies. I won't go on too long here because I think you get the idea of what I'm looking for. What I'm asking from you is a couple things.

First, I'm keeping this one pretty strictly vanilla. If you have to ask, it's probably too much. Obviously the first priority is me going down on your character. Beyond that, things I would love to see: making out, clothed sex, light dirty talk, body worship. Really basic, lesbian sex stuff.

Second, tell me a bit about your character. Appearance is important, but if you're feeling up to it, a little personality is always appreciated. For me/my character is Emma, early 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans. Loves to dress up for a night out, but can certainly lounge around in something simple as well. Definite people pleaser, both in and out of the bedroom. Favorite color is a nice forest green. Had known she's gay for a while but only came out in college.

And last, but not least, what's your favorite dinosaur? Not especially relevant and not a deal breaker if you don't have one. Just thought I'd ask.

You and I have loved together for just over three months. It was a big step for us both, but it was my first time moving in with a partner. Of course there were some adjustments to be made, but nothing too much. Honestly, I had stayed over with you enough that we knew a bit of our routines. My favorite thing about it was the extra opportunities for small surprises. Today, for example, when you arrived home, you called out to me, but no response. Listening carefully, you hear the shower running.

As you move into our shared place, entering our bedroom, you find the door to the bathroom open. You can hear my soft humming, barely above the water of the shower. You take the open door as an invitation, entering the bathroom, finding me in the glass enclosure of the shower. I don't acknowledge you just yet, putting on a bit of a display, running my hands down my chest, pausing to gently cup my breasts.

Finally, I turn my head to you. "Oh, I didn't hear you get home." An obvious lie. Then I see you start too undress, but I hold up a finger, causing you to stop, slightly confused. "Just... watch for now..." Time for the real show to begin...

---------------

For about as long as I've known what it was, I've been really into exhibitionism. Sometimes it's just being naked around others, sometimes it's making out and heavy petting at a party, on a few occasions it's full sex with another (or others) in the room. This time however, I want something a bit more intimate. Just you (my partner that I just moved in with), watching me in the shower.

Now, there are some do's and don'ts that I would love to request from you if you're looking to play this out. DO enjoy watching. This isn't about denial, but admiration, knowing that you watching me is almost as much a turn on as you touching me. DO encourage. Give me a bit of direction (turn this way, touch here, show me this, etc). DO compliment me. I love having a partner tell me I'm pretty, call me little pet named, tell me what you're looking at. DO feel free to capture the image. I like the idea of me hiding secretly naked in your phone or camera.

Now the don'ts. DON'T move too quickly. If I just wanted you to jump in the shower with me, this would be a different set up. DON'T be mean. I want this to be a but sweet, potentially even sickly. Think words like "pretty" or "beautiful", not "hot" or "sexy. Think names like "sweet" or "honey", not "bitch" or "slut". I know I'm being a bit specific, but it's my scene so I can do that.

My name is Emma, early-mid 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans.

Finally, and this one's important, what's your favorite color? And do try to be specific. Green is nice, but a dark green like the top of a pine forest is better.

Hope to hear back and have some fun.

I know what I promised. And the logical part of my brain knew that it was a good idea. The more I thought about my dry spell, the harder it would be to break it. I just needed to relax and let things happen. Unfortunately, the logical part of your brain gets a bit quiet when alcohol is involved.

I throw back what I think is the third shot if the night, shivering as the liquor burns down my throat, sliding the glass to the middle of the table. "To another night not getting laid right?" I could tell that you were getting frustrated by my complaining, but hey, I was frustrated too. I haven't had anything that wasn't run on batteries between my legs in almost three weeks now.

"I just can't find that... Spark y'know? Like there's no chemistry with any of these girls." I take a drink of my beer, resting my elbow on the table, looking across at you. "Do you think I'm being too picky?" My lips pout as I look to you for some solution to my sexual woes.

At this point, you'd had it. You realized that the only way to get me to shut up about not getting laid, was to get me laid. And, as they say, if you want something done right, do it yourself.

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Sometimes, sex can be like cats.

Hear me out.

You ever meet a cat that you want to like you, but the nicer you are, the meaner the cat is? Sometimes the more we want something, the harder it is to get it. This is where we find my character. It's been a bit of a dry spell and now she's a bit... desperate.

Your character is a bit fed up hearing about it and decides that if I could just get laid once, it would ease some of the pressure, making it a little less of a big deal to have sex. And the only way (other than hiring a pro, but that's another prompt) to make sure it gets done right is to fuck me yourself.

My character is Emma, early-mid 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans.

I'm pretty flexible on kinks and direction for this scene, so send me some ideas, or feel free to dive in. Either way I hope we can connect and have some fun.

<3 Emma

The past few months had been crazy. Between work, family and other social obligations, and just being plain worn down, it felt like I didn't really have a day to just breathe. Until today. I was laying on the couch in gym shorts and a cropped tank top, just staring up at the ceiling fan. Spinning just enough to make the fine, red hairs around my face dance. I had a whole day of nothing to do. A whole weekend in fact. I considered what I might do with my time. Go to the park? Watch a movie? Literally lay here and not move for a bit? Nothing really sounded great until something struck me.

"It's been three months..." I muttered softly as the realization that I'd not had sex in three months. It's not the longest dry spell I've had, but still significant for me. As I thought about it, I could feel that familiar desire building in me. Of course I wanted to get off, but what I really wanted was to get someone else off. Now, I'm sure I could get all dressed up, go to a bar, find a girl and have some fun. And I still might just do that. But that didn't solve my here and now issue.

That's when I heard you come out of your room to get something from the fridge. That's when something clicked. "Hey." I rolled over to my stomach, looking towards the kitchen. "I was just thinking, it's been a crazy couple months for both of us. I don't know about you, but it's left me with certain needs unmet, and well... I'm not really sure how else to ask this, so I'm just going to ask. Can I eat your pussy?"

---

Hello lovelies. I won't go on too long here because I think you get the idea of what I'm looking for. What I'm asking from you is a couple things.

First, I'm keeping this one pretty strictly vanilla. If you have to ask, it's probably too much. Obviously the first priority is me going down on your character. Beyond that, things I would love to see: making out, clothed sex, light dirty talk, body worship. Really basic, lesbian sex stuff.

Second, tell me a bit about your character. Appearance is important, but if you're feeling up to it, a little personality is always appreciated. For me/my character is Emma, early 20s, pretty femme, but a little bit of edge, pierced nipples and a fox tattoo on her hip. Red hair and green eyes. Slim and without much curve, and a round little bottom, just enough to fill out a pair of jeans. Loves to dress up for a night out, but can certainly lounge around in something simple as well. Definite people pleaser, both in and out of the bedroom. Favorite color is a nice forest green. Had known she's gay for a while but only came out in college.

And last, but not least, what's your favorite dinosaur? Not especially relevant and not a deal breaker if you don't have one. Just thought I'd ask.