u/Pizza_Zaddy

Or was it rape? Were you asking for it? Did you want it? No, of course not. Not really. Maybe a small part of you was excited by the idea but you never wanted it to become a reality. But then why did you love it. Why did it feel better than any partner you had and why did you feel your body react just now to the thought of it happening again, your body betraying you as you feel electricity buzzing between your legs. Butterflies or maybe nausea but undeniably getting wet at thinking of him again.

Getting fucked so harshly, so deep. You’d never had a partner ever be that rough, it was almost feral. A feral man using your body in a way that made you wonder if it was ever yours to begin with. Your body giving up and giving in as it came over and over again on his massive cock, reaching places you’ve never felt before. Stretching you out in ways you’ve never known. He was lust incarnate and calling him a man would suggest some kind of civility. Calling him a man would imply humanity. He was a creature that was seemingly made to do one thing and he chose you to devour. He chose you to take and use and then abandon, leaving your body empty and quivering in the puddle you both made from climaxing.

Was it rape?

No. Rape was an understatement.

What’s your plan on finding this man again. Do you go back to the scene of the crime hoping he’s there? Did you catch a glimpse of him and know who he is, confronting him and confessing you need more… this is less of an RP and more of an exploration of where this would go. Discussing the scene more than playing it. Diving into the mind and kinks of your character and how you would respond to all of this in her shoes

Send me your favorite pizza topping

K I N K S

Affection, biting, CNC, cock shock/worship, collars, corruption, cumplay, deepthroat, edging, face sitting, forbidden relationships, heels, leg locking, lingerie, leashes, nails, rewards, Raceplay, romance, scratching, sizeplay, stockings, teasing, vulnerability

L I M I T S

Animals, excessive sexual violence, gore, scat, sounding, urine, underage

Or was it rape? Were you asking for it? Did you want it? No, of course not. Not really. Maybe a small part of you was excited by the idea but you never wanted it to become a reality. But then why did you love it. Why did it feel better than any partner you had and why did you feel your body react just now to the thought of it happening again, your body betraying you as you feel electricity buzzing between your legs. Butterflies or maybe nausea but undeniably getting wet at thinking of him again.

Getting fucked so harshly, so deep. You’d never had a partner ever be that rough, it was almost feral. A feral man using your body in a way that made you wonder if it was ever yours to begin with. Your body giving up and giving in as it came over and over again on his massive cock, reaching places you’ve never felt before. Stretching you out in ways you’ve never known. He was lust incarnate and calling him a man would suggest some kind of civility. Calling him a man would imply humanity. He was a creature that was seemingly made to do one thing and he chose you to devour. He chose you to take and use and then abandon, leaving your body empty and quivering in the puddle you both made from climaxing.

Was it rape?

No. Rape was an understatement.

What’s your plan on finding this man again. Do you go back to the scene of the crime hoping he’s there? Did you catch a glimpse of him and know who he is, confronting him and confessing you need more… this is less of an RP and more of an exploration of where this would go. Discussing the scene more than playing it. Diving into the mind and kinks of your character and how you would respond to all of this in her shoes

Send me your favorite pizza topping

K I N K S

Affection, biting, CNC, cock shock/worship, collars, corruption, cumplay, deepthroat, edging, face sitting, forbidden relationships, heels, leg locking, lingerie, leashes, nails, rewards, Raceplay, romance, scratching, sizeplay, stockings, teasing, vulnerability

L I M I T S

Animals, excessive sexual violence, gore, scat, sounding, urine, underage

You had a lot riding on your shoulders. The eldest daughter, the example of the family, the one your parents expected the most from when it came to grades, college, career, and yes—even your virginity. Their proper and virtuous daughter—asexual as far as they were concerned. No idea about the toy you hid under your mattress, even if you did feel guilty using it every time. You embodied all their hopes and dreams even if the most they ever expressed to you was freshly sliced fruit.

But it was time to leave the nest. Newly accepted to UCLA, you arrived excited and eager to learn, no idea that your life was about to change forever.

Within the first month you had already come across him several times. Unassuming at first but with more and more small talk you realized there was a lot more to the tall blonde boy than you first assumed. There wasn’t just an intensity in his eyes, there was deliberate thought put into his words and the thoughts he chose to share with you—thoughts you could tell weren’t given freely to anyone. Thoughts you felt were exclusive given to you and more importantly, an indescribable comfort around him that reassured you. Years of judgement from parents absent with this man. Ideas, perspectives, opinions you had always kept to yourself now flowing freely with him. Soon you began spilling yourself to him whenever you could: between classes, after work, sitting with him at games, and when he finally gave you his number—every moment of the day. You were consumed by a man who allowed you to be yourself in every capacity as you were discovering who your true self really was.

Things would get even deeper faster the night you had two too many drinks at the school’s victory party. Not drunk, but tipsy enough to be bolder. Just tipsy enough to bring him to a corner and pull him down for a long and hard kiss. Just tipsy enough to still remember the next day what he whispered in your ear. With a large hand now groping your ass and a deep bass vibrating next to your ear, you still remembered it perfectly the next day when you woke up alone in your own room:

“You have no idea what’s down the path you’re wanting to go”

Your culture, your religion, everything that defined you now less important than what he could give you. Everything you thought mattered to you didn’t matter at all after the things you felt around him, and the things you knew he could give you. You were about to ride it all in for pleasures you’ve never had, and you were about to become the woman you’ve always wanted to be.

This prompt is going to heavily incorporate Identity Death and Corruption. You are going to be exploring the dismantling and destruction of those things that have always defined you but you never chose—instead finding a new life with a man who can give you the things you were too afraid to admit you always wanted.

Sexual aesthetic for the RP is Corruption, Cock Shock, Cock Worship, Cumplay, Bimbofication, Freeuse, Raceplay, and Faithplay. Those are all negotiable, as is everything in life, but that gives you a good idea of where exactly this is going.

I also enjoy discussing ideas surrounding an RP rather than just playing them out. If this resonates with you but you don't want to RP, shoot a chat this way, but still include your favorite pizza topping if you’ve gotten this far