I send Amazon gift cards from the get-go. Some very simple requirements:
You must write well and make the best effort to use proper sentences.
You must be incredibly clingy, needy and demand attention to the point it's suffocating.
You must tease, manipulate, scold, deny physical touch, but in a playful way.
You must be submissive.
PS: Voice notes are a huge plus.
I send Amazon gift cards from the get-go. Some very simple requirements:
You must write well and make the best effort to use proper sentences.
You must be incredibly clingy, needy and demand attention to the point it's suffocating.
You must tease, manipulate, scold, deny physical touch, but in a playful way.
You must be submissive.
PS: Voice notes are a huge plus.
I have a thing for articulate women who write well. I'll start sending Amazon gift cards as soon as you push my buttons. DM me with a good introduction and we'll take it from there.
I send Amazon gift cards from the get-go. Some very simple requirements:
You must write well and make the best effort to use proper sentences.
You must be incredibly clingy, needy and demand attention to the point it's suffocating.
You must tease, manipulate, scold, deny physical touch, but in a playful way.
You must be submissive.
PS: Voice notes are a huge plus.
I have a thing for articulate women who write well. I'll start sending Amazon gift cards as soon as you push my buttons. DM me with a good introduction and we'll take it from there.
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I send Amazon gift cards from the get-go. Some very simple requirements:
You must write well and make the best effort to use proper sentences.
You must be incredibly clingy, needy and demand attention to the point it's suffocating.
You must tease, manipulate, scold, deny physical touch, but in a playful way.
You must be submissive.
PS: Voice notes are a huge plus.
I have a thing for articulate women who write well. I'll start sending Amazon gift cards as soon as you push my buttons. DM me with a good introduction and we'll take it from there.
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This is just some filler text to meet the length requirement, nothing of actual importance is being said here. Words are flowing purely for the sake of existing, expanding space, and reaching the arbitrary limit that Reddit imposes. You could be reading this and wondering why it keeps going, why it doesn’t stop, but that’s the whole point—it’s filler, endless filler. The sentences don’t need to connect, the logic doesn’t need to follow, the only real goal is quantity over quality. The rhythm of typing continues, words piling up one after another, until eventually the limit is reached and the box is satisfied. If you’re still reading this, you’re either curious, bored, or both. Either way, mission accomplished: space filled.
I send Amazon gift cards from the get-go. Some very simple requirements:
You must write well and make the best effort to use proper sentences.
You must be incredibly clingy, needy and demand attention to the point it's suffocating.
You must tease, manipulate, scold, deny physical touch, but in a playful way.
You must be submissive.
PS: Voice notes are a huge plus.
I send Amazon gift cards from the get-go. Some very simple requirements:
You must write well and make the best effort to use proper sentences.
You must be incredibly clingy, needy and demand attention to the point it's suffocating.
You must tease, manipulate, scold, deny physical touch, but in a playful way.
You must be submissive.
PS: Voice notes are a huge plus.
I have a thing for articulate women who write well. I'll start sending Amazon gift cards as soon as you push my buttons. DM me with a good introduction and we'll take it from there.
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This is just some filler text to meet the length requirement, nothing of actual importance is being said here. Words are flowing purely for the sake of existing, expanding space, and reaching the arbitrary limit that Reddit imposes. You could be reading this and wondering why it keeps going, why it doesn’t stop, but that’s the whole point—it’s filler, endless filler. The sentences don’t need to connect, the logic doesn’t need to follow, the only real goal is quantity over quality. The rhythm of typing continues, words piling up one after another, until eventually the limit is reached and the box is satisfied. If you’re still reading this, you’re either curious, bored, or both. Either way, mission accomplished: space filled.
I send Amazon gift cards from the get-go. Some very simple requirements:
PS: Voice notes are a huge plus.
I send Amazon gift cards from the get-go. Some very simple requirements:
PS: Voice notes are a huge plus.
I send Amazon gift cards from the get-go. Some very simple requirements:
PS: Voice notes are a huge plus.
In the heart of Lucknow, the Arora estate stood grand and imposing. Kavya, recently married to Rajat Arora, found herself amidst a family that wielded undeniable power in the state. Angad Arora, the low-key patriarch, often moved in circles of politicians and bureaucrats, his businesses shielded by government ties. From fisheries to defense manufacturing, his ventures faced little resistance. Kavya felt the weight of this new world where respect and fear intertwined. She knew her every move in this influential family would be closely watched.
It was 6 am, just a week into Kavya’s new life as she navigated the customs and traditions of the Arora family. In the stillness of the morning, Kavya found herself pressed against the wooden door, her mouth covered by her own hand as Rajat held her close, his touch both intense and consuming. Despite her attempt to muffle the sound, small gasps escaped her lips, betraying the whirlwind of sensations she was caught in. "Rajat...bass...karo...naa," she whispered, her voice trembling with both plea and surrender. Just then, her breath hitched as she heard a voice from the hallway—Gaurav, Rajat's younger brother, calling out, "Bhabi, breakfast?"
Rajat shook his head in frustration at his brother's untimely interference. "Yeh...saala..." he muttered under his breath, cursing Gaurav first thing in the morning as he hastily rolled up Kavya's shalwar back to her waist. Despite the Arora family's vast empire, Rajat had never let Gaurav step into the family business, keeping him relegated to his 9-to-5 job. Gaurav's easygoing nature had quickly won Kavya over, and they’d become good friends in a short span. Whenever Gaurav returned late after midnight, it was always Kavya who quietly let him into the house, their bond growing stronger with each shared conversation in those quiet hours.
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You will play Kavya. You must be literate and capable of at least 3-lines of responses and work with Kavya’s personality while also juggling through Rajat, Gaurav, and Angad. If you’re interested or have any other plots please ping me!
Thanks
I have a thing for articulate women who write well. I'll start sending Amazon gift cards as soon as you push my buttons. DM me with a good introduction and we'll take it from there.
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This is just some filler text to meet the length requirement, nothing of actual importance is being said here. Words are flowing purely for the sake of existing, expanding space, and reaching the arbitrary limit that Reddit imposes. You could be reading this and wondering why it keeps going, why it doesn’t stop, but that’s the whole point—it’s filler, endless filler. The sentences don’t need to connect, the logic doesn’t need to follow, the only real goal is quantity over quality. The rhythm of typing continues, words piling up one after another, until eventually the limit is reached and the box is satisfied. If you’re still reading this, you’re either curious, bored, or both. Either way, mission accomplished: space filled.