u/Glistening_Plum

Hey guys! I've been interested in the sailor aesthetic, and I'd love to explore it with you. Rustic port-towns hiding a seedy underbelly. Gulls crying over waves as massive ships come to dock. And, of course, sailors themselves. Older salty dogs, tattoos on their meaty biceps and hairy chests exposed to the salty breeze.

It'd be quite interesting being a lass in her twenties at this port-town, wouldn't it? Men desperate for the touch of a woman...

A lass could have a lot of fun there, especially at the seedy taverns.

I'd love to chat and flesh out this world with you!

Everything must be 18+.

Hey guys! I've been interested in the sailor aesthetic, and I'd love to explore it with you. Rustic port-towns hiding a seedy underbelly. Gulls crying over waves as massive ships come to dock. And, of course, sailors themselves. Older salty dogs, tattoos on their meaty biceps and hairy chests exposed to the salty breeze.

It'd be quite interesting being a lass in her twenties at this port-town, wouldn't it? Men desperate for the touch of a woman...

A lass could have a lot of fun there, especially at the seedy taverns.

I'd love to chat and flesh out this world with you!

Everything must be 18+.

Hey there! Recently, I've been loving the idea of a young woman mating with an older man unexpectedly.

Perhaps the lass finds herself bending over for an older man in the park late at night... Or ends up having a great time with a man twice her age and size at a party, sneaking into the bathroom to mate.

I'd love to chat about the sudden, intense act of mating with older men!

Everyone must be 18+

The village of Hayflower began to quiet as the sun set along the forested horizon. The cobblestone streets now illuminated by the street lanterns, casting a flickering orange glow as the sky darkened.

As men finished up their work for the day, the taverns grew lively, ale flowing as villagers laughed and drank their troubles away. One of the patrons was a regular - the local blacksmith. A big, stout, burly man, he drunkenly flirted with the tavern wenches. Shaved-bald head, a thick black beard, and a strong gut from love of ale, he loved teasing the younger wenches.

His daughter, Elly, was at home. She was used to her father going out late at night, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She lay in bed, living with her father above the smithy. In her early twenties, she was clad in a white sleeping gown, the orange street-lanterns shining in through their shared bedroom window.

Elly was growing restless. Her father had begun to bring younger lasses home, around her own age, bedding them next to her when he thought she was asleep.

The sight of a big, strong man squishing a lass under him, fat cock pressing into her fertile cunt... it made her stir, pussy growing wet at the thought and sight.

She'd never admit it to her father, but she craved an older man to bed her, just like how her father was bedding these wenches.

So, tonight, as her father stumbled home drunk with a wench around his meaty arms, the lass began to imagine - of her own older man, inseminating her pussy.

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I'd love to develop this with you! At the moment, there is no set direction for where this goes. I'd love to hear your ideas for potential older male characters!

As for kinks, I love older men, breeding, monsters, free-use, big men, realistic cocks, and likely more. Limits are anything too gross or illegal.

I think ogres are underappreciated when it comes to fantasy races. Other races get all the attention - big muscular orcs, heated werewolves, lithe elves... But what about the humble ogre?

I'd argue they'd make amazing mates for maidens in a fantasy setting. Sure, they aren't the brightest, with a limited vocabulary (like calling a pussy a 'squishy'...), but they know enough to get by.

They're strong, too. Not in a toned, sculpted way, but a natural strength sort of way. True, heavy strength that comes from bulk, a mixture of fat and heavy muscle.

And their cocks, while not the longest, are fat, with ample amounts of seed produced.

So let's chat about ogres, and why maidens should bed them!

All characters and participants must be 18+

There was a land far from the grasp of any kingdom or tribal chief. A wild, isolated place, towering with boreal pines and dotted with ancient ruins. A dangerous land home to all sorts of monsters and wild magic. The Wildlands, a no-man's land that hosted untold riches and natural resources for those brave enough to claim it.

Ironically, such a primeval land would serve as the catalyst for peace. All sorts of races and factions put down their arms to create a join exploratory venture. Dwarves working alongside orcs, humans with minotaur, gnolls with ogres. Instead of endless war, they sought to claim this land together.

A camp was made at the border of the Wildlands, a sort of forward operating base. A rustic, simple camp, life wasn't the easiest out along the frontier. Still, to many it was home, and the camp only grew as the years went by.

There were orc lumberjacks, felling great trees for building materials. Dwarf hunters with their iron rifles. Ogre labourers, hauling great loads. Human foremen, directing logistics. There was even a gnoll cook, who made an amazing stew.

There was one problem though - women.

The men were bored of just using their hands at night. And so, women were sent to the camp. Young, fertile lasses, who would take these men's cocks.

For the women, it was a win-win. They were sponsored, sent out to the camp, and in return, they received a new home, and men to care for them.

(As for kinks, I love older men, breeding, free-use, big men, girthy cocks, lots of cum, and likely more. Limits are anything too gross or illegal.

For this RP, I imagine I'll be playing one of the new arrivals, a young woman! I'd love to hear your ideas for this, and any male characters you'd love to play as.)

There was a land far from the grasp of any kingdom or tribal chief. A wild, isolated place, towering with boreal pines and dotted with ancient ruins. A dangerous land home to all sorts of monsters and wild magic. The Wildlands, a no-man's land that hosted untold riches and natural resources for those brave enough to claim it.

Ironically, such a primeval land would serve as the catalyst for peace. All sorts of races and factions put down their arms to create a join exploratory venture. Dwarves working alongside orcs, humans with minotaur, gnolls with ogres. Instead of endless war, they sought to claim this land together.

A camp was made at the border of the Wildlands, a sort of forward operating base. A rustic, simple camp, life wasn't the easiest out along the frontier. Still, to many it was home, and the camp only grew as the years went by.

There were orc lumberjacks, felling great trees for building materials. Dwarf hunters with their iron rifles. Ogre labourers, hauling great loads. Human foremen, directing logistics. There was even a gnoll cook, who made an amazing stew.

There was one problem though - women.

The men were bored of just using their hands at night. And so, women were sent to the camp. Young, fertile lasses, who would take these men's cocks.

For the women, it was a win-win. They were sponsored, sent out to the camp, and in return, they received a new home, and men to care for them.

(As for kinks, I love older men, breeding, free-use, big men, girthy cocks, lots of cum, and likely more. Limits are anything too gross or illegal.

For this RP, I imagine I'll be playing one of the new arrivals, a young woman! I'd love to hear your ideas for this, and any male characters you'd love to play as.)

The ICS Arrowhead was truly a massive feat of engineering. A colony ship carrying thousands of souls, heading to the Tau Ceti system to colonize a livable planet there. It would take many years for its sub-light engines to reach its destinations, and so the to-be colonists were put into cryo-hybernation.

Ship systems were run by machines and an unfeeling steward-AI, leaving the ship eerily quiet as the colonists slept in their cryo-comas. However, there were a few reasons to be woken early from hibernation. Be it medical emergencies, or jobs only a human could do, sometimes colonists were actively working on the ship, though their numbers were few.

One such job you could be woken up for was *breeding*. Sarah could hardly believe it when she initially joined the colony expedition back on Earth... but there it was, in the fine print of the contract. Breeding. See, there were frozen embryos on the ship, but not enough to sustain a viable population. Therefore, good ol' fashioned breeding had to be done.

It was... an odd thought, but Sarah imagined some dashing young man to be the father of her children. Some lithe, muscular rogue, a Prince Charming...

Reality was often different, however.

Halfway to Tau Ceti, Sarah was awoken in her cryo pod. Blue eyes blinked open, frost glistening on her eyelashes. A petite lass in her twenties, she had fertile curve - plump breasts topped by pink nipples, a lithe belly, and wide child-bearing hips. Altogether, a good candidate for breeding.

As she headed to the showers after revival from hibernation, she awaited the reason why she had been awoken. Washing her black hair and fair skin, she imagined Prince Charming was right around the corner...

Only to get her assigned breeding partner on her tablet as she emerged, washed, from the shower, putting on sterile medical tunic, fit for easy access for breeding.

Doug from Maintenance. Fuck.

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Hey guys! A pretty young woman in her twenties is woken up mid-journey for assigned breeding. She imagines breeding with some strapping handsome young man... but instead, she gets Doug as he partner.

I imagine him older, stout, strong but portly. Certainly not the man she imagined making a baby with. But perhaps she can look past his gruff appearance, and bond?

(The story is open-ended, so let's world-build and craft something fun together!

As for kinks, I love older men, breeding, big men, and likely more. Limits are anything too gross or illegal.)

Hey guys, tonight, I'd love to talk about that ancient, primal instinct: breeding.

A submissive female overpowered by a dominant older male. Her whimpers catching in her throat as his penis presses inside her, humping until that genetic payload pumps into her womb.

From a caveman dragging a fertile female into his cave, to a medieval peasant-lass married off to some big blacksmith or the like.

There's all sorts of situations we can explore involving breeding, particularly between older men and younger women.

Literate replies greatly appreciated!

All characters/participants must be 18+

*Oaklake Park* was neither a park nor a lake. A haphazard collection of rusting trailers, the 'lake' was instead an algae-ridden pond located behind the trailer park. Set within an old decaying town, with factories long shuttered and the youth having left for greener pastures, it certainly wasn't a paradise. But it was cheap...

It was the kind of place that was filled with gruff older men. Blue-collar folk too stubborn to leave the derelict town. Though many looked intimidating - strong, thick guts, powerful chests - they would gladly offer you a beer and a place to sit beside them as they sat on their lawnchairs in front of their trailers.

For a girl like Lucy, the newest arrival to the trailer park, and the youngest resident at 21, she stuck out like a sore thumb. This trailer park was all she could afford. A pretty girl, fertile and lithe, she was no doubt a breath of fresh air for the men here.

It wasn't all bad. The men looked out for one another, and the trailer park even had a dive-bar on location. An old joint, with old timber walls and painted glass windows. Wood panelling on the walls inside, with crappy country music piping in through the old speakers. The booze was cheap at least.

Without many possessions to her name, it didn't take long for Lucy to move into her new trailer. It wasn't much, but it was hers. Who knows what will happen to her at this old trailer park...

(Hey guys! I'd love to explore Lucy and the trailer park. Will she bond with the older men? I can imagine them turning fatherly to the poor lass, watching over her. Perhaps she even gets a job at the dive bar... In anycase, I'd love for there to be lots of humping.

As for kinks, I love older men, breeding, free-use, big men, girthy cocks, lots of cum, and likely more. Limits are anything too gross or illegal.

Hey guys! Today, I'd love to explore a girl getting mixed up with some rednecks at the trailer park.

Perhaps she moved in for the cheap rent, nowhere else to turn but this old, derelict park filled with rusting trailers...

Only to end up pinned under big blue-collar trailer trash, their hairy guts on the small of her back as they work on pumping a load into her fertile womb...

I'd love to explore and chat about a pretty, fertile girl getting mixed up with big, older rednecks!

All characters/participants must be 18+

Oaklake Park was neither a park nor a lake. A haphazard collection of rusting trailers, the 'lake' was instead an algae-ridden pond located behind the trailer park. Set within an old decaying town, with factories long shuttered and the youth having left for greener pastures, it certainly wasn't a paradise. But it was cheap...

It was the kind of place that was filled with gruff older men. Blue-collar folk too stubborn to leave the derelict town. Though many looked intimidating - strong, thick guts, powerful chests - they would gladly offer you a beer and a place to sit beside them as they sat on their lawnchairs in front of their trailers.

For a girl like Lucy, the newest arrival to the trailer park, and the youngest resident at 21, she stuck out like a sore thumb. This trailer park was all she could afford. A pretty girl, fertile and lithe, she was no doubt a breath of fresh air for the men here.

It wasn't all bad. The men looked out for one another, and the trailer park even had a dive-bar on location. An old joint, with old timber walls and painted glass windows. Wood panelling on the walls inside, with crappy country music piping in through the old speakers. The booze was cheap at least.

Without many possessions to her name, it didn't take long for Lucy to move into her new trailer. It wasn't much, but it was hers. Who knows what will happen to her at this old trailer park...

(Hey guys! I'd love to explore Lucy and the trailer park. Will she bond with the older men? I can imagine them turning fatherly to the poor lass, watching over her. Perhaps she even gets a job at the dive bar... In anycase, I'd love for there to be lots of humping.

As for kinks, I love older men, breeding, free-use, big men, girthy cocks, lots of cum, and likely more. Limits are anything too gross or illegal.

The population is declining. Fertility rates need to increase - and so, daily life needs to change. Adapt. That needed change to fertility came in the form of machines. Some sophisticated, others simple. Cock-milking devices. Fleshlight-like milkers that collected a man's semen and stored it for future use.

There were different 'levels' of these machines. The first, and most basic one, was a mechanical fleshlight with a hose connected to a semen storage tank. You could find these all over. Cheap, easy to produce, and installed in convenient locations. Even your cheap, dingy local dive bar would have them. Gruff blue-collar men drinking at the bar, their stools equipped with these milkers, massaging the men's cocks as they drank and storing their semen.

The next level was dedicated milking stations. They could be found on street corners, alleyways, offices... men could simply wander up to them, and press their cocks into them. They would adapt to temperature, depth, wetness, tightness... simulating a real vagina.

The final level was a milking station... but instead of a mechanical pussy, it was a real pussy. A women, strapped down, young and fertile. She'd spend a shift in the station, getting inseminated by any men that choose to use the station.

Finally, the collected semen was used to breed women. Any fertile women was expected to comply with the program, artificially (and sometimes non-artificially) impregnated.

It was... unorthodox, but this program saw great success, increasing fertility rates by a massive degree...

(Let's explore this world where cock-milking and free-use breeding is normalized!

The story is open-ended, so let's world-build and craft something fun together!

As for kinks, I love older men, breeding, big men, and likely more. Limits are anything too gross or illegal.)

Hey guys, I'd love to chat and explore the implications of a lass in her twenties moving into a trailer park.

I can imagine a lass with barely any coin to her name, forced to move into the trailer park due to its cheap rent. A small, rustic place, complete with a dive bar. Rusting trailers, old beater vehicles parked out front... And of course, rugged, older men.

She'd stand out like a sore thumb in this place, Alicia. Pretty, fair, fertile...

Let's explore what happens to her in this trailer park, and chat about the situation in general!

All characters and participants must be 18+.

There was a town at the far edge of the kingdom, set along the dangerously wild frontier. A rugged, rustic town, the men were burly and hearty, and the women skilled at making do with what little they had. The people had to be self-reliant being so far from the kingdom, and not only was the isolation a danger, but the wilds themselves were a constant threat.

Primitive toadmen prowled the turbid waters of the swamps. Ancient dragons, grumpy in their old age, roosted in the mountains. Orc bandits prowled the forest, and at night, werewolves and werebears clashed in a centuries-old feud.

And this small human village was at the edge of it all.

Ever since she was young, Emily's father had warned her about venturing beyond the stone walls of the town alone. But now, in her twenties, she was growing restless. It was simply... *boring*, being cooped up in the town. Her father, the Captain of the Guard, worked odd hours, and so she was alone for much of her day and night.

So now, older and curious, she began to sneak out when her father left. At first she kept it safe... foraging by the walls of the town, collecting various herbs and berries that grew around the stone. But soon even that got boring, and she began to press deeper into the wilds, following deer-trails through the woods and finding more exotic foraging goods.

A pretty village maiden, she'd make a fine wife one day. Dark red hair cascading down her back like a crimson waterfall. Bright green eyes shining with curiosity. Fair skin not bitten by the sun, and only lightly freckled around her nose and cheeks. Petite in stature, but with a lithe curve, showing her fertility.

Clad in a peasant's skirt and white blouse, she ventured deeper and deeper into the wilds...

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(The story is open-ended, so let's world-build and craft something fun together!

As for kinks, I love older men, breeding, monsters, free-use, big men, and likely more. Limits are anything too gross or illegal.)

The village of Hayflower began to quiet as the sun set along the forested horizon. The cobblestone streets now illuminated by the street lanterns, casting a flickering orange glow as the sky darkened.

As men finished up their work for the day, the taverns grew lively, ale flowing as villagers laughed and drank their troubles away. One of the patrons was a regular - the local blacksmith. A big, stout, burly man, he drunkenly flirted with the tavern wenches. Shaved-bald head, a thick black beard, and a strong gut from love of ale, he loved teasing the younger wenches.

His daughter, Elly, was at home. She was used to her father going out late at night, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She lay in bed, living with her father above the smithy. In her early twenties, she was clad in a white sleeping gown, the orange street-lanterns shining in through their shared bedroom window.

Elly was growing restless. Her father had begun to bring younger lasses home, around her own age, bedding them next to her when he thought she was asleep.

The sight of a big, strong man squishing a lass under him, fat cock pressing into her fertile cunt... it made her stir, pussy growing wet at the thought and sight.

She'd never admit it to her father, but she craved an older man to bed her, just like how her father was bedding these wenches.

So, tonight, as her father stumbled home drunk with a wench around his meaty arms, the lass began to imagine - of her own older man, inseminating her pussy.

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I'd love to develop this with you! At the moment, there is no set direction for where this goes. I'd love to hear your ideas for potential older male characters!

As for kinks, I love older men, breeding, monsters, free-use, big men, realistic cocks, and likely more. Limits are anything too gross or illegal.

Hey guys, tonight, I'd love to talk about that ancient, primal instinct: breeding.

A submissive female overpowered by a dominant older male. Her whimpers catching in her throat as his penis presses inside her, humping until that genetic payload pumps into her womb.

From a caveman dragging a fertile female into his cave, to a medieval peasant-lass married off to some big blacksmith or the like.

There's all sorts of situations we can explore involving breeding, particularly between older men and younger women.

Literate replies greatly appreciated!

All characters/participants must be 18+

The village of Hayflower began to quiet as the sun set along the forested horizon. The cobblestone streets now illuminated by the street lanterns, casting a flickering orange glow as the sky darkened.

As men finished up their work for the day, the taverns grew lively, ale flowing as villagers laughed and drank their troubles away. One of the patrons was a regular - the local blacksmith. A big, stout, burly man, he drunkenly flirted with the tavern wenches. Shaved-bald head, a thick black beard, and a strong gut from love of ale, he loved teasing the younger wenches.

His daughter, Elly, was at home. She was used to her father going out late at night, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She lay in bed, living with her father above the smithy. In her early twenties, she was clad in a white sleeping gown, the orange street-lanterns shining in through their shared bedroom window.

Elly was growing restless. Her father had begun to bring younger lasses home, around her own age, bedding them next to her when he thought she was asleep.

The sight of a big, strong man squishing a lass under him, fat cock pressing into her fertile cunt... it made her stir, pussy growing wet at the thought and sight.

She'd never admit it to her father, but she craved an older man to bed her, just like how her father was bedding these wenches.

So, tonight, as her father stumbled home drunk with a wench around his meaty arms, the lass began to imagine - of her own older man, inseminating her pussy.

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I'd love to develop this with you! At the moment, there is no set direction for where this goes. I'd love to hear your ideas for potential older male characters!

As for kinks, I love older men, breeding, monsters, free-use, big men, realistic cocks, and likely more. Limits are anything too gross or illegal.

The village of *Mirebloom* was a small, quaint settlement on the outskirts of the kingdom. It was known for its resources - the gruff men of town producing heavy timbers from the sawmill and ore of great quality from the mines. The men worked hard, and earned the village a steady flow of coin from the merchant trade routes that passed through the village.

The women were hearty, tending to their gruff men's needs. Repairing their clothing, fabricating textiles, and keeping the home. At night, they spread their legs, accepting their men's seed to make the next generation of miners and lumberjacks.

One such young woman was Lira, daughter of the local blacksmith. A rather shy, pretty lass, with raven-black hair flowing down her back. Bright blue eyes showed natural curiosity, mixed with her fair, if slightly freckled, skin. A small lass, she had a gentle fertile curve to her. In her early twenties, she had yet to be married off, her father saving her for marriage.

Though at night, Lira was growing restless. After her father went to bed, she'd press her hand between her smooth thighs, pleasuring herself, her mound growing slick with need as she panted into her pillow.

She wanted men. *Cock*. Her father had tried his best to keep her sheltered and safe... but she wanted to be made a woman. It was past time.

The men of town were big, hairy, and gruff. Though the lass was shy and inexperienced, surely they'd be willing to teach a lass about sex?

As she lay there in her bed at night, moonlight washing over her from the window, her finger pressing inside of her and teasing her clit, she began to imagine how she could attract the men of the village...

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Hey there! A lass, in her twenties, wants to fuck. Bad. Let's explore how she does this! Perhaps she visits the local tavern, or spreads her legs at the work camp...

As for kinks, I love older men, breeding, monsters, free-use, big men, and likely more. Limits are anything too gross or illegal.

I do love the idea of older men mounting younger women. A big, hairy, bearish man squishing a lass down, rutting his seed into her...

It fits all sorts of situations. From modern times, to medieval times, to fantastical settings.

I'd love to chat and explore different situations involving this dynamic.

Please be literate and able to write a fairly meaty reply!

Everything/everyone in this chat must be 18+.