u/GetridofDerrida

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This summer is killing me and I need a break. Looking for a horny person ( ciswoman, transperson, non binary, gender non affirming, sissy, femboy) who wants to escape to Digha with me for a weekend of sun, sea, booze, and minimal to zero clothes.

I'll book us a beachside resort where we can get sweaty on the sand during the day, then get even sweatier in the AC room at night. Ofc its not going to be just about the sex, we are also gonna have candle night dinners, late night beach walks, and getting absolutely drunk out of our wits while listening to the waves but also some depraved, filthy fun.

If dont care about your body or how you look. If you are slutty enough and actually serious about going, hit me up. Share a pic and what you're into. Let's make this heat worth it.

Prefer 21-45 age range. Discreet and safe.

This summer is killing me and I need a break. Looking for a horny person ( ciswoman, transperson, non binary, gender non affirming, sissy, femboy) who wants to escape to Digha with me for a weekend of sun, sea, booze, and minimal to zero clothes.

I'll book us a beachside resort where we can get sweaty on the sand during the day, then get even sweatier in the AC room at night. Ofc its not going to be just about the sex, we are also gonna have candle night dinners, late night beach walks, and getting absolutely drunk out of our wits while listening to the waves but also some depraved, filthy fun.

If dont care about your body or how you look. If you are slutty enough and actually serious about going, hit me up. Share a pic and what you're into. Let's make this heat worth it.

Prefer 21-45 age range. Discreet and safe.

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Two years ago, a cruel twist of fate claimed your parents in a car accident. Bound by a promise made shortly after your birth to your mother, my dearest friend from university days, I stepped forward at forty-eight to become your legal guardian. I had spent decades building a substantial empire in real estate and construction, remaining unmarried, my life one of disciplined solitude in my sprawling modern home in the poshest district of the city.

With quiet resolve, I settled every debt your family had accumulated. Yet in doing so, the last remnant of your past, the old family house had slipped away to the bank. Thus at twenty, left with nothing and no one, you entered my world of opulence and order, far removed from the modest life you once knew. Now you live beneath my roof, entirely under my care, both financially and legally.

The house is large and hushed, its marble halls and silent rooms offering distance yet denying true escape. In the shared rituals of evening meals, late-night footsteps, and quiet encounters when the staff has retired, lingers an uneasy tension built over months through the weight of dependence, the shadow of gratitude and resentment, and the growing awareness of boundaries we were never meant to approach. A man old enough to be your father, and the young woman now wholly entrusted to him.

This will be a slow-burning exploration of power, proximity, class, and forbidden desire, told through delicate shifts and charged silences. I seek a literate, thoughtful female partner who appreciates detailed para-style writing, emotional nuance, and long-term immersive storytelling. We can develop daily life, character layers, and dynamics together as the story unfolds.

Kinks (fully negotiable): Age gap, power imbalance, financial dependence, slow corruption, free use, breeding, dubcon, light CNC, teasing, possessiveness, domestic tension, rough sex, dirty talk.

Limits: Underage, extreme gore, scat, heavy violence.

If this setup stirs your interest, message me. Tell me your age, what you would like your character to be called, and one moment or scene you are drawn to explore.

Disclaimer: I am 18+ and all participants and characters in this roleplay must be 18+

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Two years ago, a cruel twist of fate claimed your parents in a car accident. Bound by a promise made shortly after your birth to your mother, my dearest friend from university days, I stepped forward at forty-eight to become your legal guardian. I had spent decades building a substantial empire in real estate and construction, remaining unmarried, my life one of disciplined solitude in my sprawling modern home in the poshest district of the city.

With quiet resolve, I settled every debt your family had accumulated. Yet in doing so, the last remnant of your past, the old family house had slipped away to the bank. Thus at twenty, left with nothing and no one, you entered my world of opulence and order, far removed from the modest life you once knew. Now you live beneath my roof, entirely under my care, both financially and legally.

The house is large and hushed, its marble halls and silent rooms offering distance yet denying true escape. In the shared rituals of evening meals, late-night footsteps, and quiet encounters when the staff has retired, lingers an uneasy tension built over months through the weight of dependence, the shadow of gratitude and resentment, and the growing awareness of boundaries we were never meant to approach. A man old enough to be your father, and the young woman now wholly entrusted to him.

This will be a slow-burning exploration of power, proximity, class, and forbidden desire, told through delicate shifts and charged silences. I seek a literate, thoughtful female partner who appreciates detailed para-style writing, emotional nuance, and long-term immersive storytelling. We can develop daily life, character layers, and dynamics together as the story unfolds.

Kinks (fully negotiable): Age gap, power imbalance, financial dependence, slow corruption, free use, breeding, dubcon, light CNC, teasing, possessiveness, domestic tension, rough sex, dirty talk.

Limits: Underage, extreme gore, scat, heavy violence.

If this setup stirs your interest, message me. Tell me your age, what you would like your character to be called, and one moment or scene you are drawn to explore.

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Two years ago, a cruel twist of fate claimed your parents in a car accident. Bound by a promise made shortly after your birth to your mother, my dearest friend from university days, I stepped forward at forty-eight to become your legal guardian. I had spent decades building a substantial empire in real estate and construction, remaining unmarried, my life one of disciplined solitude in my sprawling modern home in the poshest district of the city.

With quiet resolve, I settled every debt your family had accumulated. Yet in doing so, the last remnant of your past, the old family house had slipped away to the bank. Thus at twenty, left with nothing and no one, you entered my world of opulence and order, far removed from the modest life you once knew. Now you live beneath my roof, entirely under my care, both financially and legally.

The house is large and hushed, its marble halls and silent rooms offering distance yet denying true escape. In the shared rituals of evening meals, late-night footsteps, and quiet encounters when the staff has retired, lingers an uneasy tension built over months through the weight of dependence, the shadow of gratitude and resentment, and the growing awareness of boundaries we were never meant to approach. A man old enough to be your father, and the young woman now wholly entrusted to him.

This will be a slow-burning exploration of power, proximity, class, and forbidden desire, told through delicate shifts and charged silences. I seek a literate, thoughtful female partner who appreciates detailed para-style writing, emotional nuance, and long-term immersive storytelling. We can develop daily life, character layers, and dynamics together as the story unfolds.

Kinks (fully negotiable): Age gap, power imbalance, financial dependence, slow corruption, free use, breeding, dubcon, light CNC, teasing, possessiveness, domestic tension, rough sex, dirty talk.

Limits: Underage, extreme gore, scat, heavy violence.

If this setup stirs your interest, message me. Tell me your age, what you would like your character to be called, and one moment or scene you are drawn to explore.

I came across her on the city subreddit, and we'd been chatting for almost a month after her university exams ended. Since it was anonymous, we never shared specifics about our education or work. She’d give me slightly different details about things, and I’d do the same which also killed any chance of suspicion. Recently, we started exploring the sexual side of things and decided to play truth or dare. During a dare, she sent a picture where her hand was visible, and I saw her birthmark and the bracelet she wears. I immediately stopped talking to her and blocked her on Reddit, but the guilt is killing me.

I mean, I met her a few days back, and we went out for coffee. At one point, we were both on our phones like idiots until I noticed and asked her to put hers away because we were supposed to be talking about her mental health. It didn’t even occur to me that we’d literally been texting each other. She told me on Reddit that she was out with her mom, while I told her I was cooking lunch.

But to her credit, she did tell me on reddit that I am the best cousin she has and the only one she can share stuff with unlike our other cousins who will definitely snitch on her.

I came across her on the city subreddit, and we'd been chatting for almost a month after her university exams ended. Since it was anonymous, we never shared specifics about our education or work. She’d give me slightly different details about things, and I’d do the same which also killed any chance of suspicion. Recently, we started exploring the sexual side of things and decided to play truth or dare. During a dare, she sent a picture where her hand was visible, and I saw her birthmark and the bracelet she wears. I immediately stopped talking to her and blocked her on Reddit, but the guilt is killing me.

I mean, I met her a few days back, and we went out for coffee. At one point, we were both on our phones like idiots until I noticed and asked her to put hers away because we were supposed to be talking about her mental health. It didn’t even occur to me that we’d literally been texting each other. She told me on Reddit that she was out with her mom, while I told her I was cooking lunch.

But to her credit, she did tell me on reddit that I am the best cousin she has and the only one she can share stuff with unlike our other cousins who will definitely snitch on her.

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Deep in the rural heartland, far from any city lights, stands an old colonial era university campus surrounded by endless fields and silence. Every year it hosts an interdisciplinary academic conference that draws scholars who are hosted at its creaky, faded guesthouse with paper-thin walls and adjacent rooms. Here, mobile signals vanish, the generator dies after ten, and power cuts plunge the corridors into intimate darkness lit only by candles and the occasional flicker of a dying laptop.

You are one of the visiting academics, given a room in this isolated guesthouse. I occupy the room right beside yours. The nights are long and heavy with eerie silence where every footstep on the wooden floor, every creak of an old bed, every low murmur or suppressed gasp drifts easily through the walls.What begins as a hesitant knock, perhaps for a candle, a power bank, or shared complaint about the desolation can unfold in countless forbidden directions.

Some of the themes I'm hinting at are slow-burning tension, sharp ideological clashes, the electric pull of taboo, the weight of wedding rings, or sudden, breathless surrender when the lights go out. I have kept the setting deliberately flexible to make it perfect for exploring whatever dynamics we desire, whether it's marital guilt, inter-caste heat, interfaith tension, academic rivalry dissolving into raw lust, or anything else that ignites between two trapped scholars in the middle of nowhere.

I am looking for a literate and kinky F to roleplay this fast-paced, exciting, long-term prompt. I am very big on character and plot development so we can shape characters, backstories, and specific dynamics together.

Kinks: (fully negotiable) Cheating, inter-caste/interfaith taboo, ideological degradation, powerplay, dirty talk, name calling, rough sex, risk of discovery, power-cut darkness, clothed sex, oral, dubcon, CNC, mild BDSM, humiliation, teasing, intense build-up.

Limits: incest, extreme violence, blood, scat, gore.

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Deep in the rural heartland, far from any city lights, stands an old colonial era university campus surrounded by endless fields and silence. Every year it hosts an interdisciplinary academic conference that draws scholars who are hosted at its creaky, faded guesthouse with paper-thin walls and adjacent rooms. Here, mobile signals vanish, the generator dies after ten, and power cuts plunge the corridors into intimate darkness lit only by candles and the occasional flicker of a dying laptop.

You are one of the visiting academics, given a room in this isolated guesthouse. I occupy the room right beside yours. The nights are long and heavy with eerie silence where every footstep on the wooden floor, every creak of an old bed, every low murmur or suppressed gasp drifts easily through the walls.What begins as a hesitant knock, perhaps for a candle, a power bank, or shared complaint about the desolation can unfold in countless forbidden directions.

Some of the themes I'm hinting at are slow-burning tension, sharp ideological clashes, the electric pull of taboo, the weight of wedding rings, or sudden, breathless surrender when the lights go out. I have kept the setting deliberately flexible to make it perfect for exploring whatever dynamics we desire, whether it's marital guilt, inter-caste heat, interfaith tension, academic rivalry dissolving into raw lust, or anything else that ignites between two trapped scholars in the middle of nowhere.

I am looking for a literate and kinky F to roleplay this fast-paced, exciting, long-term prompt. I am very big on character and plot development so we can shape characters, backstories, and specific dynamics together.

Kinks: (fully negotiable) Cheating, inter-caste/interfaith taboo, ideological degradation, powerplay, dirty talk, name calling, rough sex, risk of discovery, power-cut darkness, clothed sex, oral, dubcon, CNC, mild BDSM, humiliation, teasing, intense build-up.

Limits: incest, extreme violence, blood, scat, gore.

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Deep in the rural heartland, far from any city lights, stands an old colonial era university campus surrounded by endless fields and silence. Every year it hosts an interdisciplinary academic conference that draws scholars who are hosted at its creaky, faded guesthouse with paper-thin walls and adjacent rooms. Here, mobile signals vanish, the generator dies after ten, and power cuts plunge the corridors into intimate darkness lit only by candles and the occasional flicker of a dying laptop.

You are one of the visiting academics, given a room in this isolated guesthouse. I occupy the room right beside yours. The nights are long and heavy with eerie silence where every footstep on the wooden floor, every creak of an old bed, every low murmur or suppressed gasp drifts easily through the walls.What begins as a hesitant knock, perhaps for a candle, a power bank, or shared complaint about the desolation can unfold in countless forbidden directions.

Some of the themes I'm hinting at are slow-burning tension, sharp ideological clashes, the electric pull of taboo, the weight of wedding rings, or sudden, breathless surrender when the lights go out. I have kept the setting deliberately flexible to make it perfect for exploring whatever dynamics we desire, whether it's marital guilt, inter-caste heat, interfaith tension, academic rivalry dissolving into raw lust, or anything else that ignites between two trapped scholars in the middle of nowhere.

I am looking for a literate and kinky F to roleplay this fast-paced, exciting, long-term prompt. I am very big on character and plot development so we can shape characters, backstories, and specific dynamics together.

Kinks: (fully negotiable) Cheating, inter-caste/interfaith taboo, ideological degradation, powerplay, dirty talk, name calling, rough sex, risk of discovery, power-cut darkness, clothed sex, oral, dubcon, CNC, mild BDSM, humiliation, teasing, intense build-up.

Limits: incest, extreme violence, blood, scat, gore.

Disclaimer: I am 18+ and All characters and participants are 18+ in this roleplay

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Deep in the rural heartland, far from any city lights, stands an old colonial era university campus surrounded by endless fields and silence. Every year it hosts an interdisciplinary academic conference that draws scholars who are hosted at its creaky, faded guesthouse with paper-thin walls and adjacent rooms. Here, mobile signals vanish, the generator dies after ten, and power cuts plunge the corridors into intimate darkness lit only by candles and the occasional flicker of a dying laptop.

You are one of the visiting academics, given a room in this isolated guesthouse. I occupy the room right beside yours. The nights are long and heavy with eerie silence where every footstep on the wooden floor, every creak of an old bed, every low murmur or suppressed gasp drifts easily through the walls.What begins as a hesitant knock, perhaps for a candle, a power bank, or shared complaint about the desolation can unfold in countless forbidden directions.

Some of the themes I'm hinting at are slow-burning tension, sharp ideological clashes, the electric pull of taboo, the weight of wedding rings, or sudden, breathless surrender when the lights go out. I have kept the setting deliberately flexible to make it perfect for exploring whatever dynamics we desire, whether it's marital guilt, inter-caste heat, interfaith tension, academic rivalry dissolving into raw lust, or anything else that ignites between two trapped scholars in the middle of nowhere.

I am looking for a literate and kinky F to roleplay this fast-paced, exciting, long-term prompt. I am very big on character and plot development so we can shape characters, backstories, and specific dynamics together.

Kinks: (fully negotiable) Cheating, inter-caste/interfaith taboo, ideological degradation, powerplay, dirty talk, name calling, rough sex, risk of discovery, power-cut darkness, clothed sex, oral, dubcon, CNC, mild BDSM, humiliation, teasing, intense build-up.

Limits: incest, extreme violence, blood, scat, gore.

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Deep in the rural heartland, far from any city lights, stands an old colonial era university campus surrounded by endless fields and silence. Every year it hosts an interdisciplinary academic conference that draws scholars who are hosted at its creaky, faded guesthouse with paper-thin walls and adjacent rooms. Here, mobile signals vanish, the generator dies after ten, and power cuts plunge the corridors into intimate darkness lit only by candles and the occasional flicker of a dying laptop.

You are one of the visiting academics, given a room in this isolated guesthouse. I occupy the room right beside yours. The nights are long and heavy with eerie silence where every footstep on the wooden floor, every creak of an old bed, every low murmur or suppressed gasp drifts easily through the walls.What begins as a hesitant knock, perhaps for a candle, a power bank, or shared complaint about the desolation can unfold in countless forbidden directions.

Some of the themes I'm hinting at are slow-burning tension, sharp ideological clashes, the electric pull of taboo, the weight of wedding rings, or sudden, breathless surrender when the lights go out. I have kept the setting deliberately flexible to make it perfect for exploring whatever dynamics we desire, whether it's marital guilt, inter-caste heat, interfaith tension, academic rivalry dissolving into raw lust, or anything else that ignites between two trapped scholars in the middle of nowhere.

I am looking for a literate and kinky F to roleplay this fast-paced, exciting, long-term prompt. I am very big on character and plot development so we can shape characters, backstories, and specific dynamics together.

Kinks: (fully negotiable) Cheating, inter-caste/interfaith taboo, ideological degradation, powerplay, dirty talk, name calling, rough sex, risk of discovery, power-cut darkness, clothed sex, oral, dubcon, CNC, mild BDSM, humiliation, teasing, intense build-up.

Limits: incest, extreme violence, blood, scat, gore.

It’s been three years since I left for my fully-funded Master’s abroad despite all your efforts to stop me. You are an elite, upper-class, rich and well-connected female professor who is arrogant, intellectually superior, and used to getting exactly what you want. During my Bachelor’s, you developed a strong, secret infatuation with me, an academically gifted student from a modest background. You offered me special positions, used your influence, and even applied subtle pressure, but I still chose to leave.

Now I am back in India. Some visa or funding issue has forced my return, and my PhD admission and funding now depend completely on you and your recommendations, connections, and approval. While I was away, you secretly followed my Instagram, growing more obsessed and jealous with every post showing my hedonistic lifestyle: parties, clubs, casual hookups, and carefree freedom.

I am now standing in your luxurious office, needing your help. You finally have me exactly where you want me, at your mercy.

Looking for an 18+ para-style literate roleplayer with good experience for a slow-burn, long-term RP. I want detailed, immersive multi-paragraph posts that build tension gradually.

The plot will focus on power imbalance, your arrogant superiority, obsession and jealousy over my wild abroad life, subtle manipulation, intellectual tension, and the slow erosion of professional boundaries.

Kinks and limits can be discussed in chat.

If you're interested, HMU and we can take it from there.

I am 18+ and all characters are 18+.

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It’s been three years since I left for my fully-funded Master’s abroad despite all your efforts to stop me. You are an elite, upper-class, rich and well-connected female professor who is arrogant, intellectually superior, and used to getting exactly what you want. During my Bachelor’s, you developed a strong, secret infatuation with me, an academically gifted student from a modest background. You offered me special positions, used your influence, and even applied subtle pressure, but I still chose to leave.

Now I am back in India. Some visa or funding issue has forced my return, and my PhD admission and funding now depend completely on you and your recommendations, connections, and approval. While I was away, you secretly followed my Instagram, growing more obsessed and jealous with every post showing my hedonistic lifestyle: parties, clubs, casual hookups, and carefree freedom.

I am now standing in your luxurious office, needing your help. You finally have me exactly where you want me, at your mercy.

Looking for an 18+ para-style literate roleplayer with good experience for a slow-burn, long-term RP. I want detailed, immersive multi-paragraph posts that build tension gradually.

The plot will focus on power imbalance, your arrogant superiority, obsession and jealousy over my wild abroad life, subtle manipulation, intellectual tension, and the slow erosion of professional boundaries.

Kinks and limits can be discussed in chat.

If you're interested, HMU and we can take it from there.

I am 18+ and all characters are 18+.

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It’s been three years since I left for my fully-funded Master’s abroad despite all your efforts to stop me. You are an elite, upper-class, rich and well-connected female professor who is arrogant, intellectually superior, and used to getting exactly what you want. During my Bachelor’s, you developed a strong, secret infatuation with me, an academically gifted student from a modest background. You offered me special positions, used your influence, and even applied subtle pressure, but I still chose to leave.

Now I am back in our country. Some visa or funding issue has forced my return, and my PhD admission and funding now depend completely on you and your recommendations, connections, and approval. While I was away, you secretly followed my Instagram, growing more obsessed and jealous with every post showing my hedonistic lifestyle: parties, clubs, casual hookups, and carefree freedom.

I am now standing in your luxurious office, needing your help. You finally have me exactly where you want me, at your mercy.

Looking for an 18+ para-style literate roleplayer with good experience for a slow-burn, long-term RP. I want detailed, immersive multi-paragraph posts that build tension gradually.

The plot will focus on power imbalance, your arrogant superiority, obsession and jealousy over my wild abroad life, subtle manipulation, intellectual tension, and the slow erosion of professional boundaries.

Kinks and limits can be discussed in chat.

If you're interested, HMU and we can take it from there.

I am 18+ and all characters are 18+.

Discord will be shared in the DMs

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It’s been three years since I left for my fully-funded Master’s abroad despite all your efforts to stop me. You are an elite, upper-class, rich and well-connected female professor who is arrogant, intellectually superior, and used to getting exactly what you want. During my Bachelor’s, you developed a strong, secret infatuation with me, an academically gifted student from a modest background. You offered me special positions, used your influence, and even applied subtle pressure, but I still chose to leave.

Now I am back in India. Some visa or funding issue has forced my return, and my PhD admission and funding now depend completely on you and your recommendations, connections, and approval. While I was away, you secretly followed my Instagram, growing more obsessed and jealous with every post showing my hedonistic lifestyle: parties, clubs, casual hookups, and carefree freedom.

I am now standing in your luxurious office, needing your help. You finally have me exactly where you want me, at your mercy.

Looking for an 18+ para-style literate roleplayer with good experience for a slow-burn, long-term RP. I want detailed, immersive multi-paragraph posts that build tension gradually.

The plot will focus on power imbalance, your arrogant superiority, obsession and jealousy over my wild abroad life, subtle manipulation, intellectual tension, and the slow erosion of professional boundaries.

Kinks and limits can be discussed in chat.

If you're interested, HMU and we can take it from there.

I am 18+ and all characters are 18+.

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It’s been three years since I left for my fully-funded Master’s abroad despite all your efforts to stop me. You are an elite, upper-class, rich and well-connected female professor who is arrogant, intellectually superior, and used to getting exactly what you want. During my undergrads, you developed a strong, secret infatuation with me, an academically gifted student from a modest background. You offered me special positions, used your influence, and even applied subtle pressure, but I still chose to leave.

Now I am back in our country. Some visa or funding issue has forced my return, and my PhD admission and funding now depend completely on you and your recommendations, connections, and approval. While I was away, you secretly followed my Instagram, growing more obsessed and jealous with every post showing my hedonistic lifestyle: parties, clubs, casual hookups, and carefree freedom.

I am now standing in your luxurious office, needing your help. You finally have me exactly where you want me, at your mercy.

Looking for an 18+ para-style literate roleplayer with good experience for a slow-burn, long-term RP. I want detailed, immersive multi-paragraph posts that build tension gradually.

The plot will focus on power imbalance, your arrogant superiority, obsession and jealousy over my wild abroad life, subtle manipulation, intellectual tension, and the slow erosion of professional boundaries.

Kinks and limits can be discussed in chat.

If you're interested, HMU and we can take it from there.

I am 18+ and all characters are 18+.

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It’s been three years since I left for my fully-funded Master’s abroad despite all your efforts to stop me. You are an elite, upper-class, rich and well-connected female professor who is arrogant, intellectually superior, and used to getting exactly what you want. During my Bachelor’s, you developed a strong, secret infatuation with me, an academically gifted student from a modest background. You offered me special positions, used your influence, and even applied subtle pressure, but I still chose to leave.

Now I am back in India. Some visa or funding issue has forced my return, and my PhD admission and funding now depend completely on you and your recommendations, connections, and approval. While I was away, you secretly followed my Instagram, growing more obsessed and jealous with every post showing my hedonistic lifestyle: parties, clubs, casual hookups, and carefree freedom.

I am now standing in your luxurious office, needing your help. You finally have me exactly where you want me, at your mercy.

Looking for an 18+ para-style literate roleplayer with good experience for a slow-burn, long-term RP. I want detailed, immersive multi-paragraph posts that build tension gradually.

The plot will focus on power imbalance, your arrogant superiority, obsession and jealousy over my wild abroad life, subtle manipulation, intellectual tension, and the slow erosion of professional boundaries.

Kinks and limits can be discussed in chat.

If you're interested, HMU and we can take it from there.

I am 18+ and all characters are 18+.

It’s been three years since I left for my fully-funded Master’s abroad despite all your efforts to stop me. You are an elite, upper-class, rich and well-connected female professor who is arrogant, intellectually superior, and used to getting exactly what you want. During my Bachelor’s, you developed a strong, secret infatuation with me, an academically gifted student from a modest background. You offered me special positions, used your influence, and even applied subtle pressure, but I still chose to leave.

Now I am back in India. Some visa or funding issue has forced my return, and my PhD admission and funding now depend completely on you and your recommendations, connections, and approval. While I was away, you secretly followed my Instagram, growing more obsessed and jealous with every post showing my hedonistic lifestyle: parties, clubs, casual hookups, and carefree freedom.

I am now standing in your luxurious office, needing your help. You finally have me exactly where you want me, at your mercy.

Looking for an 18+ para-style literate roleplayer with good experience for a slow-burn, long-term RP. I want detailed, immersive multi-paragraph posts that build tension gradually.

The plot will focus on power imbalance, your arrogant superiority, obsession and jealousy over my wild abroad life, subtle manipulation, intellectual tension, and the slow erosion of professional boundaries.

Kinks and limits can be discussed in chat.

If you're interested, HMU and we can take it from there.

I am 18+ and all characters are 18+.

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It’s been nearly ten years since you left India at 18 on that full scholarship, trading your dutiful and restrictive life there for the chaos and freedom of London. In all these years, the multiple late-night parties, casual hookups with no strings attached , dates that ended in someone else’s bed, has turned you into a version of yourself that would make your family clutch their pearls. The sanskari girl who once wore salwar kameez and never showed a bit of skin to every family function is long gone. Now your Shoreditch flat is more accustomed to the sound of strangers moaning, your wardrobe filled with the skimpiest of clothes and your bedside drawer has a collection of probably all types of sectors that are known to mankind.

When your uncle called to inform you that your cousin has got admission for his Master’s in London, you knew exactly what was coming. He ended with "Family is family, beta. You’re the only one we know there, he can stay with you until he settles. It will be good for both of you.” 

I am your younger cousin. Five years younger than you. The last time you saw me was right before you left India. Now I am 22, arriving as a grown man, and you are supposed to play the responsible older cousin in a city that’s anything but responsible.

You tried every excuse you could think of. “My flat is tiny.” “My job keeps me out late.” “London can be overwhelming for someone fresh from India.” But the guilt trip from your mother was relentless. “He’s blood. Don’t embarrass the family.”

So here you are, standing in the cold Heathrow arrivals hall, holding a slightly crumpled sign with mu name written in neat handwriting. You are dressed in the most modest clothes you could find, a fitted black top that hugs your figure more than anything you would ever wear back home, slim jeans, and a light jacket. Nothing overtly slutty, but a far cry from the modest girl I’d remember.

Looking for an 18+ para-style literate roleplayer with good experience for a slow-burn, long-term RP. I want detailed, immersive multi-paragraph posts that build tension gradually.

The plot will focus on culture shock, loneliness of living abroad, my innocent arrival as your 22-year-old cousin, your hidden wild London lifestyle, subtle voyeurism/exhibitionism, and the slow erosion of your "good Didi" facade while we live together.

Kinks and limits can be discussed in chat.

If you're interested, HMU and we can take it from there.

I am 18+ and all my characters are 18+.