u/Glistening_Plum

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.

Mia braced her hands on the cool brick of the alleyway wall, whimpering as she felt Officer Carl's intrusion in her tight sex. A fat, meaty cock pressing into her, making her eyes water and a hiss catch in her throat. It hurt, but she had no choice... that twenty dollar bill he offered was too good to pass up.

This town was a rust-bucket, a shadow of its former self. Factories lined the street, closed down and decayed. Most of the young folk had left for more promising cities, leaving the older generation behind. For a girl like Mia, in her twenties without many job prospects in the city, she had to offer up her body to older men to get by.

The wet squelch of sex could be heard in the alleyway as Carl's gut pressed against the small of her back, pinning her to the brick wall. Mia was a petite lass, barely five feet in height and lithe. Despite her smaller size, she had fertile curve, with plump breasts and a lithe belly leading to fertile hips supporting a cute, rounded ass.

It wasn't all bad, though. Sometimes the sex felt good... and she had a dingy apartment in the factory district. It had a dive bar next door, and the apartment, as rough as it was, kept a roof over her head.

Mia was currently in a short skirt, which was hiked over her hips, exposing that plump, juicy cunt as it was stretched by the officer. Plump breasts crowned by pink nipples were popped out of her shirt, jiggling with the sweaty thrusts of the cop...

All for a twenty dollar bill.

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Hey there! I'd love to develop this with you. We could explore the characters Mia comes across, and explore the town.

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

Sunlight cascaded down through the canopy of the old oak trees, casting glittering shadows on the forest floor. There, walking the leaf-ridden trail, was Aria. A village girl in her twenties, she lived with her father, the blacksmith, on the outskirts of town. Aria's father had a bad leg, and so she often foraged through the forest, looking for medicinal herbs she could use to aid her father's pain as he worked the forge all day.

The lass hummed as she walked, a wicker basket hanging from her arm. She wasn't a very tall maiden, but fair, with light skin clad in a few freckles. Her hair was auburn, with bright blue eyes. Wearing a simple tunic that revealed her fertile form, with hearty breasts and a lithe belly leading to fertile hips, it was a wonder no village boy her age had snatched her up.

And then, rounding the curve in the forest trail, was him. She heard the rumors, of course. That he was a bandit, or a god in disguise. She even heard an old crone say he was a monster in disguise.

Truth was, the man kept to himself, and here he was. An older male, with shaved head and a great big braided beard.

The lass paused in her tracks, blushing, as his eyes met hers.

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

Deep in the dank, dark dungeon of her father's castle, Lora heard of a man kept locked away. A dangerous man, unlike that of her own people. His skin was an ashy green, with tusks sprouting from his thick lower lip. A brute, with a strong brow furrowed over bright amber eyes. An orc.

Lora heard her father's men had captured him on their latest campaign. A mercenary, working for her father's enemies. It was said he mowed down entire groups of men before being put down... but instead of finishing the brute off, the men took him back to the dungeon.

The young woman was unsure why her father kept the beast alive, but grew curious about this hulking man in the dungeon.

One rainy night, as the castle slept, Lora slipped down to the dungeon, descending the torchlit stone steps that led deep into the earth. Clad in a simple nightgown, the thin silk showing off her fertile curves, she couldn't get the orc out of her mind.

He was guarded, of course. An older man by the name of Lionel sat with his feet up at the guard's table outside the cluster of iron cells. A large bear of a man himself, he'd never let the lass have audience with the orc, so the lass had to think of a plan to get by him...

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

As for kinks, I love older men, fat cocks, breeding, monsters, free-use, big men, and likely more. Limits are scat, gore, underage, snuff.)

Hey there! This is a sort of a hybrid request - I'm looking for chat partners to help develop a story with me. We don't actually have to roleplay it, but I'd love to talk and come up with ideas!

The basic idea is that a noblewoman is forced from her home by a competing nation, causing her to flee her familial home.

A farmer on the frontier takes her in, hides her. A gruff, older man, strong and resolute. Perhaps a romance blossoms between the unlikely pair?

I'd love to chat and share ideas!

Hey there! I'd love to talk about a trope I've been noticing: of older, gruff men. Big strong bastards that, perhaps due to something in their past, have become hermits. Cold, hard to reach emotionally...

Only for a pretty younger woman to break through and reawaken his love for life.

Just as an example, imagine a big scary hermit out in the woods, only for a pretty woman to ply him with gifts of food and drink, wearing him down with her company before he breaks and admits he's fond of her...

Ironfell was a harsh land. Wars were common, with power constantly changing hands. Men often found themselves wielding swords for unknown lords, charging into battle not with honor or pride on the mind, but instead hoping that one would come out the other end of battle alive. Those lucky enough to survive either moved onto the next battle, or were sold as slaves by the victor.

War-slaves were a common sight. Men, scarred and strong, now serving some new master. They were so common that markets specializing in the trading of men emerged in most major cities.

That is where we find Fai. The daughter of a nobleman of moderate wealth and power. She as the slave markets, looking for a man. A man that would offer her security as her guard, and perform other labors that a man owned by a noble should do.

The daughter, in her twenties and with no husband at home, eyed the slaves standing shoulder to shoulder, their prices hanging around their necks.

As she went down a line, the noble clad in a beautiful simple silk dress that revealed her fertile curve, she gazed at the men. Most had their heads down... except for one.

An older man, blind in one eye from an old wound. He stared right at her. The men were naked, of course, but he stood with his back straight. Despite his older years, he was strong, despite a slight gut.

The noble stopped in front of him. Stepping forward, she examined him. His strong, hairy chest. His thick belly. His stout, powerful legs. She reached forward, delicately grasping his soft manhood, and sliding back his foreskin, revealing a plump, heavy cockhead.

This one would do.

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(The story is open-ended, so let's world-build and craft something fun together! Please note this is not an endorsement of slavery, but I wanted to create a rough, gritty world, were slavery is unfortunately common.

As for kinks, I love older men, fat cocks, breeding, monsters, free-use, big men, and likely more. Limits are scat, gore, underage, snuff.)

Deep in the dank, dark dungeon of her father's castle, Lora heard of a man kept locked away. A dangerous man, unlike that of her own people. His skin was an ashy green, with tusks sprouting from his thick lower lip. A brute, with a strong brow furrowed over bright amber eyes. An orc.

Lora heard her father's men had captured him on their latest campaign. A mercenary, working for her father's enemies. It was said he mowed down entire groups of men before being put down... but instead of finishing the brute off, the men took him back to the dungeon.

The young woman was unsure why her father kept the beast alive, but grew curious about this hulking man in the dungeon.

One rainy night, as the castle slept, Lora slipped down to the dungeon, descending the torchlit stone steps that led deep into the earth. Clad in a simple nightgown, the thin silk showing off her fertile curves, she couldn't get the orc out of her mind.

He was guarded, of course. An older man by the name of Lionel sat with his feet up at the guard's table outside the cluster of iron cells. A large bear of a man himself, he'd never let the lass have audience with the orc, so the lass had to think of a plan to get by him...

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

As for kinks, I love older men, fat cocks, breeding, monsters, free-use, big men, and likely more. Limits are scat, gore, underage, snuff.)

Sunlight cascaded down through the canopy of the old oak trees, casting glittering shadows on the forest floor. There, walking the leaf-ridden trail, was Aria. A village girl in her twenties, she lived with her father, the blacksmith, on the outskirts of town. Aria's father had a bad leg, and so she often foraged through the forest, looking for medicinal herbs she could use to aid her father's pain as he worked the forge all day.

The lass hummed as she walked, a wicker basket hanging from her arm. She wasn't a very tall maiden, but fair, with light skin clad in a few freckles. Her hair was auburn, with bright blue eyes. Wearing a simple tunic that revealed her fertile form, with hearty breasts and a lithe belly leading to fertile hips, it was a wonder no village boy her age had snatched her up.

And then, rounding the curve in the forest trail, was him. She heard the rumors, of course. That he was a bandit, or a god in disguise. She even heard an old crone say he was a monster in disguise.

Truth was, the man kept to himself, and here he was. An older male, with shaved head and a great big braided beard.

The lass paused in her tracks, blushing, as his eyes met hers.

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

Hey there! Tonight, I'd love to chat about medieval sex.

I think it could be fun to explore different time settings and how it applies to sex.

We could chat about different situations. A tavern wench bending over for some traveling warrior. A noble woman falling for her burly guard. A peasant maiden getting pumped full of seed hidden behind the barn...

Let's chat and explore!

Men having their cocks milked regularly could have benefits - reduced violence, better mental health, more semen for sperm banks. It could happen in a ton of places too...

For example, imagine some dingy dive-bar. Gruff men sitting at the bar, their pants undone, fat cocks being milked by machines.

Or stations set up with women volunteers, places set up around town where men can mount a woman and pump his semen inside of her.

I'd love to chat and possible world-build about the possibilities of cock milking! Doesn't have to be modern too. Imagine a medieval village where warriors and the like have their cocks milked in repayment for their services...

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.

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.)

There's something fun about the idea of men using willing women whenever they feel like it.

Walking home from work? How about the construction crew at the local job site relieve their seed into a womb...

Dancing at the club? What if some big burly bastard comes up behind you and presses his cock into your pussy...

Sitting beside some guy at the bus stop? Why not masturbate him...

I'd love to chat about free use situations!

I've been on a medieval/fantasy craze recently.

I'd love to talk about the logistics of an ogre fucking an elf, or a bearded dwarf bedding a cute human maiden.

Hearth-lit taverns where drunk men flirt with wenches, to moonlit fields were peasants sneak out to mate under the stars...

Let's chat!

Deep in the dank, dark dungeon of her father's castle, Lora heard of a man kept locked away. A dangerous man, unlike that of her own people. His skin was an ashy green, with tusks sprouting from his thick lower lip. A brute, with a strong brow furrowed over bright amber eyes. An orc.

Lora heard her father's men had captured him on their latest campaign. A mercenary, working for her father's enemies. It was said he mowed down entire groups of men before being put down... but instead of finishing the brute off, the men took him back to the dungeon.

The young woman was unsure why her father kept the beast alive, but grew curious about this hulking man in the dungeon.

One rainy night, as the castle slept, Lora slipped down to the dungeon, descending the torchlit stone steps that led deep into the earth. Clad in a simple nightgown, the thin silk showing off her fertile curves, she couldn't get the orc out of her mind.

He was guarded, of course. An older man by the name of Lionel sat with his feet up at the guard's table outside the cluster of iron cells. A large bear of a man himself, he'd never let the lass have audience with the orc, so the lass had to think of a plan to get by him...

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

As for kinks, I love older men, fat cocks, breeding, monsters, free-use, big men, and likely more. Limits are scat, gore, underage, snuff.)

Deep in the dank, dark dungeon of her father's castle, Lora heard of a man kept locked away. A dangerous man, unlike that of her own people. His skin was an ashy green, with tusks sprouting from his thick lower lip. A brute, with a strong brow furrowed over bright amber eyes. An orc.

Lora heard her father's men had captured him on their latest campaign. A mercenary, working for her father's enemies. It was said he mowed down entire groups of men before being put down... but instead of finishing the brute off, the men took him back to the dungeon.

The young woman was unsure why her father kept the beast alive, but grew curious about this hulking man in the dungeon.

One rainy night, as the castle slept, Lora slipped down to the dungeon, descending the torchlit stone steps that led deep into the earth. Clad in a simple nightgown, the thin silk showing off her fertile curves, she couldn't get the orc out of her mind.

He was guarded, of course. An older man by the name of Lionel sat with his feet up at the guard's table outside the cluster of iron cells. A large bear of a man himself, he'd never let the lass have audience with the orc, so the lass had to think of a plan to get by him...

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

As for kinks, I love older men, fat cocks, breeding, monsters, free-use, big men, and likely more. Limits are scat, gore, underage, snuff.

For some reason I've been interested in what it must be like to be a woman who spreads her legs for blue-collar men, taking their hairy cocks for a crumpled up bill.

It's not something I'd ever do, and perhaps that's why it interests me. It'd be such a different world...

Imagine a woman getting a thick load of semen dumped into her in the cab of a truck, or a new whore just starting out getting fucked in some dirty backalley.

I'd love to explore this with you!

I'm curious how many men would be comfortable openly breeding.

I've been imagining a small village, perhaps in medieval or ancient times, that puts on a celebration to ensure good harvests.

Imagine a roaring bonfire, music, flowing wine... And maidens draped in translucent silk robes revealing their plump, fertile mounds...

Would you openly mate with these maidens?

This is sort of a random post, but recently I love the process of bouncing ideas off each other, creating worlds and exploring the characters within.

Of course, it's always a lot of fun if there's a copious amount of sex involved as well. Some of my interests are breeding, older men, fantasy, monsters, etc...

I'd love to explore all sorts of sexual situations and flesh out the land. From medieval villages to the dark backalleys of a kingdom...

If you're interested, I'd love to hear from you!