u/LavaJD

The challenge is as simple as the post's title. Prove (using my eminently-reasonable and simple verification instructions) that you're a real female Georgian and earn $50 instantly via Cashapp (only). I've verified and paid out over two dozen women across several subreddits - just check my posting history. If you confirm in this subreddit that you verified and got paid, I will send another $20 (but RIP your DMs, so pick your poison).

DM me to participate. First-timers only. First-come, first-served until I get to 20 verifications.

Hey pillow princesses, blow up u/Icy_Ship_987's DMs with offers of your delicious treat to thank him for all of the hard work he's been doing to make this subreddit great.

Did anyone here watch the HBO miniseries DTF St. Louis? Two of the characters, Clark and Carol, have "dream meetings" in which they act out each other's sexual fantasies. For example, Carol has a sexual fantasy of engaging with a sex robot. Clark emerges from a box filled with packing peanuts to service Carol. What would your dream meeting entail? If you don't want to share in the thread to protect your DMs, I will post your response anonymously.

The challenge is as simple as the post's title. Prove you're a real local female using my eminently-reasonable test and earn $100 instantly via Venmo or Cashapp. I will add $50 if you allow me to post your username in a verified females thread. Caution: this will flood your DMs. That's why I'm asking first.

DM me to participate. First-timers only. Last month I verified 10 women in a similar group using this method.

The challenge is as simple as the post's title. Prove you're a real female Georgian using my eminently-reasonable test and earn $100 instantly via Venmo or Cashapp. I will add $50 if you allow me to post your username in a verified females thread. Caution: this will flood your DMs. That's why I'm asking first.

DM me to participate. First-timers only. Last month I verified 10 women in this group using this method.

Picture it: 22nd floor, lights mostly off, just the glow from the desk lamp and whatever Buckhead is doing outside the window. You came up alone past the security desk, into the elevator, watching the numbers climb while you thought about what you were about to let happen.

The floor's empty. It's just my office, the city, and the kind of quiet that makes every sound louder than it should be.

I want you bent over the desk first. Papers, keyboard, and that stupid coffee mug all on the floor before we're three minutes in. Then up against the glass. 22 floors of nothing between your skin and the skyline, your breath fogging the window, an outline of you that some poor analyst is going to find Monday morning and definitely not mention to HR.

You'd leave evidence everywhere. That's half the point.

I'm not going to oversell myself. I've got soft hands, a hungry tongue, and the build of a guy who sits in meetings for a living. Nothing you'd write home about. But I have an adventure you'll remember.

Which friend would you brag to first?

Picture it: 22nd floor, lights mostly off, just the glow from the desk lamp and whatever Buckhead is doing outside the window. You came up alone past the security desk, into the elevator, watching the numbers climb while you thought about what you were about to let happen.

The floor's empty. It's just my office, the city, and the kind of quiet that makes every sound louder than it should be.

I want you bent over the desk first. Papers, keyboard, and that stupid coffee mug all on the floor before we're three minutes in. Then up against the glass. 22 floors of nothing between your skin and the skyline, your breath fogging the window, an outline of you that some poor analyst is going to find Monday morning and definitely not mention to HR.

You'd leave evidence everywhere. That's half the point.

I'm not going to oversell myself. I've got soft hands, a hungry tongue, and the build of a guy who sits in meetings for a living. Nothing you'd write home about. But I have an adventure you'll remember.

Which friend would you brag to first?

Picture it: 22nd floor, lights mostly off, just the glow from the desk lamp and whatever Buckhead is doing outside the window. You came up alone past the security desk, into the elevator, watching the numbers climb while you thought about what you were about to let happen.

The floor's empty. It's just my office, the city, and the kind of quiet that makes every sound louder than it should be.

I want you bent over the desk first. Papers, keyboard, and that stupid coffee mug all on the floor before we're three minutes in. Then up against the glass. 22 floors of nothing between your skin and the skyline, your breath fogging the window, an outline of you that some poor analyst is going to find Monday morning and definitely not mention to HR.

You'd leave evidence everywhere. That's half the point.

I'm not going to oversell myself. I've got soft hands, a hungry tongue, and the build of a guy who sits in meetings for a living. Nothing you'd write home about. But I have a door that locks and an adventure you'll remember.

So tell me which building you're picturing. Tell me what you'd wear in the elevator so the cameras don't catch on. Which friend would you brag to first?

Have you ever fantasized about defiling an office? Maybe pushing the papers off the desk as you're bent over doggy style? Or leaving an ass print on the window you were pressed up against while your pussy was absolutely devoured? Then let's make plans for you to sneak up to my office on the 22nd floor of one of those big glass office buildings you see from 400, Piedmont, or Peachtree. You know the ones.

*I'm average in all relevant departments. The kind of dad bod and soft hands you get from working in an office all day.

Have you ever fantasized about defiling am office? Maybe pushing the papers off the desk as you're bent over doggy style? Or leaving an ass print on the window you were pressed up against while your pussy was absolutely devoured? Then let's make plans for you to sneak up to my office on the 22nd floor of one of those big glass office buildings you see from 400, Piedmont, or Peachtree. You know the ones. If you're the type of person that needs to create "content" to have fun, the 25th floor rooftop might be more your pace, and I'm not saying no . . .

I work on the 22nd floor of one of those big glass boxes you see from 400, Piedmont, or Peachtree. If you're a female lurker in this group enticed by the idea of sneaking up to my office around 10:00 or 11:00 one night soon (perhaps after we meet for a drink downstairs) and defiling my desk, office couch, and maybe a few floor-to-ceiling windows, let me know. I'm average in all relevant departments and happy to share more about myself to build comfort level. This isn't a super rush and happy to slow burn for a few days.

The challenge is as simple as the post's title. Prove you're real; earn $100 instantly via Venmo. You can do it here in the chat or in DM, but in the chat is more fun for everyone to see.