u/LorelaiGranger

Hasn't it always, always been the case that sex feels better when it's not allowed? You can't help it. And I especially can't help it.

I might be your wife's sister-in-law, the co-worker you just happen to be going on a business trip with, or the new visitor to town that doesn't really know her way in the quiet suburbs. But does it really matter? Petite body, tight in all the right places, and with a clear look of "I want you" oozing out of me every time we talk, doesn't it just... make you swallow briefly before we chat?

Of course, it helps that somewhere along the way you find out I love anal and being shared. And that I'm kind of a masochist, so a little pain actually helps increase the sensation of pleasure. It's no secret that I wouldn't mind serving you and the boys for Sunday Night Football with beers and blowjobs, dressed in whatever you thought was appropriate. Also no secret that if you're the confident type, that you wouldn't mind sending me into a truck stop bathroom with a time limit to see how many guys I could have cum on my face or body in the next four hours.

It must have been the first time you saw me comfortable, dressed in a crop top and short shorts where you realized I was your ideal body type. And the flirting and obvious personality match made it even harder to hide how hard you were, compared to that first time you met your SO, who...... doesn't even like giving blowjobs?

You have needs, I have needs- I don't know about discussing things like love. Let's not even get there. What I want is for you to have both my hands pressed against the glass, legs spread, and you fucking me like a two-dollar hooker for the next few hours we have each other.

(kinda set it up vaguely intentionally 'cuz I wanna make it fun for you- only looking for the really naughty and long-term friendly, who are open to long pauses in between 'cuz like.. I have a job and a life lol. If you can understand that, let's do our best and help get each other off - open to any body shape or size and deeeeeefinitely no limits, the naughtier the better ;p)

hen was the last time you got it out of your system - like REALLY got it out of your system? when was the last time you could remember fucking her - and I mean properly fucking her, not making love to her - until you were exhausted and spent? can you even remember when you last tried anal? was she even the type to beg you to pound her harder or ask to taste her own ass off of your dick?

she seems like the wifey type, anyway. and maybe she'll be a good mother. but you have needs and so you come to me to get it allllllll out of your system. wipe your precum on my lips, slap my face, spit in my mouth, fuck me sideways, take me in that bathroom stall, pull down my dress to humiliate me in public and talk to me like i'm a good-for-nothing whore meant for no purpose in life other than to drain your balls... there never has been and will be any love between us, except for the reality that when we first met, you and I made eye contact and instantly knew that we were attracted to one another. you and I instantly knew that beneath the facade of my young, ambitious career was a submissive slut who begged to be used and abused, and you, beneath that quiet, responsible character was a kinky, aggressive meathead who needed to pump a fuckslut like me at least 3 or 4 times a day just to stay "normal."

(feel free to come up with how we meet and why- I'm also not married to how I look and open to any shape or size. just looking for a filthy person to long-term roleplay with and doesn't mind me answering with long pauses in between 'cuz I get distracted by real life. no limits, I want to try playing with those who truly are dirty-minded and nasty ;p)

I had always been someone with a high libido. And it didn't really bother me to suck someone off in public or in the car or have two guys have their way with me at once or... honestly, it's never happened, but the thought of having a train run on me only sent shivers of excitement down my spine.

I guess that's what you call a slut. And I was a natural.

I couldn't help what I liked- and disliked (for the record, I didn't like meek guys who didn't give me what I properly deserved, but even then I'd try to make the most of it by fucking someone right in front of their faces as they came)- but I knew that it gave most women around me a raised eyebrow here and there. It gave even general passerby a reason to tsk tsk and a glance (or two, generally). I was confident.

That all melts though when I'm met by someone who doesn't give a fuck. Someone who takes what they want. Whether you're the quiet confident type or the loud confident type, god I love it so much when I'm told to just shut up and get on my knees...

So when I went out for errands in daisy dukes and a cropped tee, I had no idea who I was going to meet- or what was soon going to happen...!

(left it open and vague intentionally for whichever scenario you'd like to play hehe i'm open to all shapes and sizes and have no limits so let's go from there- generally prefer playing petite so there's that, but y'know i'm happy to be flexible ;p)

I mean, honestly, when was the last time you could say that your wife WANTED to please?

When was the last time she made it obvious she wanted your hairy balls plastered all over her face? Or your hands gripping her hair? Or for you to smack her around? Or for you to utter how beautiful she would look with four strangers standing around her, fucking and touching her, while you watched and slowly jerked yourself off?

And what if that could all come true, with me, at a moment's notice... while she didn't even have to know?

It was easy being younger. But that didn't mean the boys were better in bed. You weren't perfectly in shape, but you also didn't know that I had a thing for dad bods. You drank beer and attended church, sometimes. I liked tequila and getting wild frequently, though I knew how to play up my corporate charm. Granted... flip my skirt or slide your finger between my legs and you'd find out I wasn't wearing any underwear...

I can't remember how it was we met. It might've been at the parent-teacher conference day since I taught dance at the nearby private school or the work hangout. Was I the new neighbor to town? Silly me, I can't seem to remember even those kinds of details... but I certainly do remember how much you enjoyed my tongue exploring every vein on your cock and then tasting your salty, sweaty taint. You were naughty too, pulling me back up to kiss me right away...

(do your worst and let's explore- I want to get filthy with someone who's into long-term roleplays and doesn't mind a person who's got a real life and a real job ha. It doesn't have to be RP either, I love just talking dirty and chatting about sex, but I'd like someone who's open to the idea of RP. setting up the scene is half the fun and i'm open to all shapes and sizes- zero limits, so you'll have to try to get my attention ;p)