u/Ry272

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

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On the surface, our relationship is a picture of joy and contentment. Plastered all over social media on a regular basis are a myriad of photos of us on our travels; sunning it up at the beach, dressed to the nines at weddings and birthdays, comical photographs of you and I carrying an enormous snake draped over our shoulders, petting a dolphin or feeding a monkey. Outwardly, we seem to be on the fast-track to a very stable, promising future. Friends and family alike have teased, interrogating on the lack of a diamond ring. "Not yet" is almost always the answer, with a glint in my eye.

Behind closed doors, however, and things are a tad more rocky. You see, our past could not be any more different. You are my first in everything - barring kissing, of course - but foreplay and intercourse? You are my only experience. You, on the other hand, have experienced the thrill of mingling with other men several times over. My fantasies, being shared by two females, you've experienced on two separate occasions. One of which was with your smoking hot bestie that I've teased you first-hand that I found attractive. Anal? Check. Public sex? Check. That dirty sort of fuckin' and suckin' down some grimy alleyway? Check.

Hell, you've even fucked my best friend six months before we got together. You say it was just the one drunken night - I've my reasons to doubt. Mainly, the incessant teasing within my friendship group.

We celebrated our one year anniversary last week at a cliff-side hotel overlooking the sea. Of course, you chose this as an opportune moment to tell me you were whisked away for a rigorous evening approximately a year before we got together.

I've my doubts, and for good reason. Have you really changed your ways? Was all that lusting all in the hopes of finding your one true love? Do you miss it?

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Something slightly different than the usual. Purposefully left it open-ended on multiple fronts, including general tone of the RP - do you prefer erotica? Romance? Filth?

Kinks; dirty talk, group sex (MFM, FMF, orgies), anal, double penetration, facials, feet, rough sex, clothes-play, high-heels, knee-high socks and stockings, ball-sucking, rimming (giving and receiving), unique and flexible positions - namely full nelson and the pretzel position.

Limits; heavy BDSM, heavy violence, blood and guts, food-play, toilet-play, anything illegal.

Tonight was our three-year anniversary, and to celebrate we settled on heading out for nice meal, followed by a couple of drinks. Nothing too extravagant or ostentatious. Prioritising a relaxed, tranquil evening. After all, we were in the process of saving up for our first house, preparing to take the next, significant step in our relationship. The evening was everything we had anticipated, and above all, true to ourselves. The low-key affair gave us ample opportunities to declare our feelings to one another, our eagerness and optimism for the future and what it would look like, and needless to say, a great deal of teasing and petting to keep us both on our toes for the night ahead.

It happened as we exited The Green Clover; a rowdy, packed Irish bar at the end of a long stretch of pubs and clubs. Having decided to retire back to our rented apartment, we were stopped precipitately by some random man, no older than twenty, a miniature microphone in his hand, shadowed by another man of a similar age, a mobile phone in his grasp.

"Hey, guys! Are you a couple?"

We nodded in unison, affirming that we are, indeed, a loving twosome.

"Great! We're just out here interviewing people about Hall Passes, we promise we won't take up too much of your time. Two minutes, tops!"

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Never would I have anticipated that two minutes could have eroded what we had built over two full years. I had been asked first, and provided the usual, dull, repetitive response; Such was the monotonous reply of a highly fancied celebrity, the interviewer even stated as such, providing me with another opportunity. It followed by a further tedious answer. Hastily, the interviewer proceeded to ask you the very same question. What you answered next left me bewildered, and irritated and the interviewer (and cameraman for that matter) staggered, and uneasy.

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Hey, to those who are here, thank you for reading this. I've left your answer open-ended, to suit your interests. It needn't be said that your answer causes quite the stir. Open to suggestions, however it is steered in a way where your characters admits her attraction to the interviewer and/or cameraman.

I'm open to any idea!

Kinks: Big cock worship, dirty talks, group sex (FMF, MFM, orgies), anal, double penetration, facials, feet, rough sex, clothes-play, high-heels, ball-sucking, rimming (giving and receiving), unique and flexible positions such as the full nelson and pretzel position.

Limits: heavy BDSM, heavy violence, blood and guts, food-play, toilet-play, anything illegal.

Late Friday afternoon, it’s been a long, arduous week. The pay may be generous, but I challenge anyone to try and close three separate investment deals in the span of five days. It is no easy feat. As a treat, I’ve booked myself in to a spa on the outskirts of the city. One that is highly-rated and has been recommended by many within my field, by both males and females, for its professional environment and performance.

It is six o’clock in the evening, and I’ve arrived promptly for my half past six booking. Entering through the sliding glass doors, I’m met with the most lush, botanical scent inundating my nostrils. A mixture of floral, lavender and peppermint. The aroma alone is enough to bring a smile to my tired, somewhat unkempt face, a slight stubble having now formed on my usually clean shaven face, after several sleepless nights.

Approaching reception, the heels of my Saint Emilion coloured shoes clattering along the patterned, glossy concrete flooring. Clad in my dark grey cashmere three-piece suit, my white buttoned-up shirt tucked in neatly.

“Hi, I’ve made a reservation for six thirty, booking should be under the name Aaron…”

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Hi! Hope that you’re still here, that means you hold, at the very least, a lingering interest. The premise is simple, you are the masseuse, but we know each other. How do we know each other? Let’s decide!

I’m envisioning the classic rub-down, me in a white blanket/towel which surprisingly rises to an eye-boggling level, curiosity gets the better of you.

An alternative idea is a Nuru-Massage, which requires both character to be completely naked when the massage is undertaken.

Kinks: big cock worship, dirty talk, group sex (MFM, FMF, orgies), anal, double penetration, facials, feet, clothes-play, high-heels, knee-high socks and stockings, ball-sucking, rimming (giving and receiving), unique and flexible positions - namely full nelson and pretzel position.

Limits: heavy BDSM, heavy violence, blood and guts, food-play, toilet-play, anything illegal.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

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I could weep. Heading home from a night out, in the bitter 2:00AM draft, the drizzling rain failing to improve the already miserable circumstances. Heart sunk, nerves tightened, guts twisted. A physical experience I hadn't felt since my first heart-break some ten years ago. My evening wasn't intended to conclude in this manner.

What happened, you say? You'd first have to go back to the early days of our relationship. Some four years ago, in fact. My drunk, blabbermouth self disclosed that my dream threesome was you, and your close friend. The two of you are insatiable. Polar opposites when it came to your personalities, but together... boy, you're like a melting pot of chaos in the most beautiful, intoxicating of ways. Your friend brings the untamed nature out of you. It's not often I get to see it, but when I do it's usually in the bedroom after several hours around your friend. Conversely, you temper your friend just enough to be able to meet her half-way. Right at that sweet spot. It's an open secret. Rather, the you two... you play up to it. It's equal parts hilarious, yet equal parts daunting. Oftentimes, leaving me wondering... is it an actual possibility?! I'd be lying if I said every birthday, there's that glimmer of hope that maybe... just maybe, you'll give the go ahead. Because, frankly, it is at your discretion. I'm open, your best friend is open. You are the barrier.

This brings us to this evening, we're all out. A chilled evening, sinking the occasional beverage. That's when Joe entered the fray. Joe, a close friend of mine for several years through our mutual sporting backgrounds, is a handsome lad. I can admit that. Chiselled jaw, short, blonde locks, deep set eyes. It's easy to see why women find him attractive. However, what I hadn't anticipated was the rather... sheepish... atmosphere you and your friend found yourselves in, in his presence. Not only that, Joe himself could not shake off the distinct smug expression written across his face.

Puzzled, I decide to hold off on pressing for further information. Joe, however, took matters into his own hands. Glancing at the duo. A cheeky remark at first... then another... as if he knew you both?

Eyes furrowed, mouth shut. Sat in the company of my partner and her best friend, I'm obliged to listen to Joe revealing all.

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Hi, thank you for reading! To be totally truthful with you all, I've no set idea on where this RP goes. I prefer when my prospective partners and I collaborate and come to a mutual understanding of where this RP heads. In the meantime, here are my kinks and limits;

Kinks; big cock worship, dirty talk, group sex (MFM, FMF, orgies), anal, double penetration, facials, feet, rough sex, clothes-play, high-heels, knee-high sock and stockings, ball-sucking, rimming (giving and receiving), unique and flexible positions - namely full nelson and the pretzel position.

Limits; heavy BDSM, heavy violence, blood and guts, food-play, toilet-play, anything illegal.

It was almost two years ago that I was introduced to the world of sex parties by a co-worker of mine. Growing older by the day, and sexually neglected by my wife, I took the offer up. What is there to lose? I get drunk, and possibly laid? Win-win!

Quite frankly, I never looked back. Once a month, oftentimes more whenever possible, both co-worker and I attend; mingle, chat, drink and more often than not, fuck - on occasions, multiple times, and on the friskier evenings, we pair up to tag-team some lucky broad. The vibe... intoxicating. Sober, high, drunk, it was irrelevant - the general atmosphere has always been invariably pleasant. Scattering of negativity was exclusively associated with jealousy, and on the incredibly rare occurrence of a disorderly individual, they were soon taken care of. Simply put, the community at this particular hot-spot is inclusive, and buoyant. We encourage each other. We're all considerate when it comes to sexual matters. Fall below that threshold, and you won't be invited back.

A semi-private party, a couple of hours out of the city. You'd think it would be a safe space, free of familiarity, a wide berth from my personal life? Wrong.

It's a warm summer's evening in mid-July. The air is filled with a gentle warmth that wraps around you like a soft blanket. A perfect time as any to gather with friends or simply enjoy the serene beauty of the summer night. Prepared in advance, the regular, of which were 16 of us, rented a beach-house for the evening. An extra hour's drive on top of the already long haul, but honestly? Well worth it. Between the weather, the location and increased serotonin, this was sure to be an evening to remember!

But then I saw you. My wife's daughter. My step-daughter. Fuck.

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Hope you enjoyed this! Feel free to DM me if you're interested! I'd love to discuss this role in further detail before we get into the nitty-gritty!

Kinks; big cock worship, dirty talk, group sex (MFM, FMF, orgies), anal, double penetration, facials, feet, rough sex, clothes-play, high-heels, knee-high sock and stockings, ball-sucking, rimming (giving and receiving), unique and flexible positions - namely full nelson and the pretzel position.

Limits; heavy BDSM, heavy violence, blood and guts, food-play, toilet-play, anything illegal.

It was never intended to go this far. Not even close. Oh, where did it all go wrong?

Two years ago, in a move designed to spice up our own sex lives, and earn a pretty dollar on the side, we opened an OnlyFans account. The motive was solely to earn pocket money - enough so that we could indulge ourselves in weekend getaways, or better yet, a holiday abroad. So open we were, we made no secret of this page, often brought up in conversations with friends; families were aware but reticent on such matters. We enjoyed the attention, and off the back of the sufficient amount of followers and donors, we were able to splurge. However, the aforementioned small circle of donors blew up overnight. A groundswell of support, a leak or two on social media, and an innumerable amount of comments promoting specifically you, with a handful of comments tearing down my performance and size. Had I known what I now know, I’d have looked to put an end to this adventurous period of our lives, focus on career, and build a family. Oh, how different would our lives have been.

Fast-forward two years later, and you’re an up-and-coming, popular adult movie star. You’ve starred in approximately thirty films, ranging from Amateur to Brazzers. Each scene, each new partner drove a stake further into my heart. Experienced that we could have shared with one another, gone by the way aside as you gave your body to others.

Your first threesome with another woman broke my heart. I’d long requested such a move for our OnlyFans many moons ago - turned down by you at each opportunity. To see you mingle with another woman for a stud deeply emotionally affected me. “Maybe one day” was all I got in return from you.

Your first anal saddened me. Though, I had been anticipating this for a long while. You had given me the opportunity to try the hole prior to recording. Thought it was incomparable to what you experienced on set.

… this brings us to today. It’s six in the morning and I’m wide awake, my eyes fixated on the bedside clock that ticked slower than it normally would. Today would be your first Double Penetration. I could smell you as lay sleeping soundly next to me. Your fruity, exotic shampoo from last night lingering over the surface of the plush pillows. Is this our lives now? Will we ever get back to how we were?

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Hi! Here’s a rough idea of what I’m looking to try and write. A slice-of-life, mixed with the seedy world of porn. Will the relationship continue to sail or sink in the copious amounts of cum the girlfriend has enjoyed?

Inbox for ideas, kinks and limits! Only inbox if you are interested in a long-term, multi-para RP.

Available on Discord, too!

We’ve fucked a hundred times over. Probably more. I’ve lost track. I should know given I pay for your services. It has been a monthly routine. I get paid. I pay you for your companionship. Typically twice a month. Always an overnight.

It wasn’t always like that, though. As is always the case with an escort/client relations, it’s best to keep everything respectful and cordial from the off. Yet, I knew from the moment I first laid eyes upon you that I needn’t anyone else. For the first couple of months, it was an hour here, an hour there, a quick fuck, and off you went on your merry way. I dug my heels in. An afternoon-long fellowship, finished with a quick shag.

Fast forward to now, it’s been six months of servicing, yet the fucking is infrequent, upon my insistence. I desire more than your body. I crave your personality. Your friendship. I value your laughter, your banter. Mind you, your ass and mouth ain’t too damn bad either!

I love you. I love my escort.

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Hi there! Looking for something a little different from the usual. Not entirely sure where I want it to go. That’s where you come in, I love to chat with prospective partners on what we could possibly build, along with kinks and limits!

Is it a straightforward romance? Have you held these feelings in? Or are you stringing along your highest-paying client for the pretty penny? Is there another guy who you’re secretly courting? Might my broken-hearted self fuck you differently so that you can come to your senses and see what’s in front of you?

“Lad, she’s so used to sucking my dick, I’m telling you, you could put a blindfold on her and line five hundred cocks in front of her, and she’d be able to pick my cock out! Like, there’s not even speck of doubt in my mind!”

The four close friends, of which consisted of two long-term couples had a little too much to drink on their fortnightly date night. What had originally been planned for an evening of wining and dining, and a jaunt to the cinema had capitulated after the first bottle of wine was passed around during pre-drinks. Instead, the four sipped on their respective glasses as they chatted, and gossiped amongst each other. That’s when the topic of blowjobs, and more specifically, familiarity to their respective partner’s private parts was brought into discussion.

One of the two boyfriends confidently proclaimed how his partner could pick his cock out of a line up, to which she agreed with conviction. That’s when the challenge was set;

The girlfriend, tasked with wearing a blindfold, must correctly identify her long-term sweetheart of a boyfriend vs another cock. However, the boyfriend, not phased in the slightest, was about to be compared to a huge cock that will undoubtedly tip the scales of temptation for his love.

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A fun little prompt! Open to discussions on the identity of the other person, who the boyfriend will be competing and compared with.

Kinks; big cock worship, dirty talk, group sex (MFM, FMF, orgies), anal, double penetration, facials, feet, rough sex, clothes-play, high-heels, knee-high socks and stockings, ball-sucking, rimming (giving and receiving), unique and flexible positions - namely full nelson and the pretzel position.

Limits; heavy BDSM, heavy violence, blood and guts, food-play, toilet-play, anything illegal.

I arrived with much fanfare. The worst kept secret had become official, and within moments of my signing having been formally announced on the organisation's website and socials respectively, long queues of exuberant, ecstatic fans were stationed outside the team's shop, patiently awaiting for their opportunity to purchase the official attire with my surname and number bestowed across the back of the shirt.

My ascension within the sport had been rapid, still at the ripe age of twenty-one. A regular victor in both weekly and monthly awards, although over the previous two years, I had gone one step further, having one yearly awards despite being pitted against more seasoned, renowned stars of years past and present alike. The new kid on the block was taking the league by storm, so it came as no surprise to see a plethora of interest being displayed in my talents from a number of high-end parties. It took weeks for the deal to be rubber stamped, but as they say, patience is a virtue. I chose the team your partner currently plies his trade for. Your partner, being a reputable athlete himself, despite being a few few years older than I, was about to see his fairly respectable wages trumped by an egotistical youngster with the world at his fingertips.

I came with a reputation both in and out the sport. a womanizer who had zero desire to settle in the foreseeable future. Linked with many number of A, B and C-list celebrities. Wives and girlfriends had been warned by their partners of my penchant of swooping in and stealing, or at least, attempting to steal previous teammates - and for good reason, and with my arrival official, I took this as an opportune moment to research my teammates, and in particularly, their significant others, with one individual having taken my undivided attention; you.

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Left the sport ambiguous as I'm well versed. Examples of such sports that can be used are Soccer, American Football, Basketball.

DM for kinks and limits, and further discussion in regards to the RP, ideas, where do you foresee the RP going in the medium to long-term etc.

Available on Discord, too!

Suffice to say, we've held onto what many others had doubted for forever and a day. This past week was our fifth year anniversary. Granted, for most married couples, or for pairing above a certain age-range, that is the standard. However, for two people in their early 20's, it can be considered an impressive achievement - especially given that we both attended universities in differing municipalities, hours upon hours away from one another. Thus far, no drama, no tensions, no temptation - or, at least, that I'm aware of.

Part and parcel of withstanding a lengthy period together correctly implied a relatively adventurous sex-life. Sure, we've fucked in public (within reason - I'm not about to risk my prospects, and neither should you!), we've tried anal, we've introduced toys. A plethora of add-ons to keep things ticking, and heart-beats flickering. This brings us to today. Word has gotten around of a popular hot-spot for glory-holing around your neck of the woods. Admittedly, at first, I was hesitant - would it be \*that\* much more exciting than your average blowjob? If anything, would it not make it a tad more awkward with a cold, probably damp wall lodged between us?

After much deliberation - and let's face it, incessant encouragement from your end, we took the plunge... unknowingly walking into this relationship's downfall, and to your first huge cock.

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Kept it relatively open-ended for us to discuss the role in further detail. Open to any and all suggestions. Can be a double date, with a friend of yours and her date, that perhaps leads to you and your friend polishing the arrogant, hung date? Is it simply a stranger? Have you been fucking behind my back all this time, and this is your covert attempt to cuck?

Kinks; big cock worship, dirty talk, group sex (MFM, FMF, orgies), anal, double penetration, facials, feet, rough sex, clothes-play, high-heels, knee-high sock and stockings, ball-sucking, rimming (giving and receiving), unique and flexible positions - namely full nelson and the pretzel position.

Limits; heavy BDSM, heavy violence, blood and guts, food-play, toilet-play, anything illegal.

It was never intended to go this far. Not even close. Oh, where did it all go wrong?

Two years ago, in a move designed to spice up our own sex lives, and earn a pretty dollar on the side, we opened an OnlyFans account. The motive was solely to earn pocket money - enough so that we could indulge ourselves in weekend getaways, or better yet, a holiday abroad. So open we were, we made no secret of this page, often brought up in conversations with friends; families were aware but reticent on such matters. We enjoyed the attention, and off the back of the sufficient amount of followers and donors, we were able to splurge. However, the aforementioned small circle of donors blew up overnight. A groundswell of support, a leak or two on social media, and an innumerable amount of comments promoting specifically you, with a handful of comments tearing down my performance and size. Had I known what I now know, I’d have looked to put an end to this adventurous period of our lives, focus on career, and build a family. Oh, how different would our lives have been.

Fast-forward two years later, and you’re an up-and-coming, popular adult movie star. You’ve starred in approximately thirty films, ranging from Amateur to Brazzers. Each scene, each new partner drove a stake further into my heart. Experienced that we could have shared with one another, gone by the way aside as you gave your body to others.

Your first threesome with another woman broke my heart. I’d long requested such a move for our OnlyFans many moons ago - turned down by you at each opportunity. To see you mingle with another woman for a stud deeply emotionally affected me. “Maybe one day” was all I got in return from you.

Your first anal saddened me. Though, I had been anticipating this for a long while. You had given me the opportunity to try the hole prior to recording. Thought it was incomparable to what you experienced on set.

… this brings us to today. It’s six in the morning and I’m wide awake, my eyes fixated on the bedside clock that ticked slower than it normally would. Today would be your first Double Penetration. I could smell you as lay sleeping soundly next to me. Your fruity, exotic shampoo from last night lingering over the surface of the plush pillows. Is this our lives now? Will we ever get back to how we were?

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Hi! Here’s a rough idea of what I’m looking to try and write. A slice-of-life, mixed with the seedy world of porn. Will the relationship continue to sail or sink in the copious amounts of cum the girlfriend has enjoyed?

Inbox for ideas, kinks and limits! Only inbox if you are interested in a long-term, multi-para RP.

Available on Discord, too!

Tonight was our three-year anniversary, and to celebrate we settled on heading out for nice meal, followed by a couple of drinks. Nothing too extravagant or ostentatious. Prioritising a relaxed, tranquil evening. After all, we were in the process of saving up for our first house, preparing to take the next, significant step in our relationship. The evening was everything we had anticipated, and above all, true to ourselves. The low-key affair gave us ample opportunities to declare our feelings to one another, our eagerness and optimism for the future and what it would look like, and needless to say, a great deal of teasing and petting to keep us both on our toes for the night ahead.

It happened as we exited The Green Clover; a rowdy, packed Irish bar at the end of a long stretch of pubs and clubs. Having decided to retire back to our rented apartment, we were stopped precipitately by some random man, no older than twenty, a miniature microphone in his hand, shadowed by another man of a similar age, a mobile phone in his grasp.

"Hey, guys! Are you a couple?"

We nodded in unison, affirming that we are, indeed, a loving twosome.

"Great! We're just out here interviewing people about Hall Passes, we promise we won't take up too much of your time. Two minutes, tops!"

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Never would I have anticipated that two minutes could have eroded what we had built over two full years. I had been asked first, and provided the usual, dull, repetitive response; Such was the monotonous reply of a highly fancied celebrity, the interviewer even stated as such, providing me with another opportunity. It followed by a further tedious answer. Hastily, the interviewer proceeded to ask you the very same question. What you answered next left me bewildered, and irritated and the interviewer (and cameraman for that matter) staggered, and uneasy.

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Hey, to those who are here, thank you for reading this. I've left your answer open-ended, to suit your interests. It needn't be said that your answer causes quite the stir. Open to suggestions, however it is steered in a way where your characters admits her attraction to the interviewer and/or cameraman.

I'm open to any idea!

INBOX for ideas, kinks, limits!

“Lad, she’s so used to sucking my dick, I’m telling you, you could put a blindfold on her and line five hundred cocks in front of her, and she’d be able to pick my cock out! Like, there’s not even speck of doubt in my mind!”

The four close friends, of which consisted of two long-term couples had a little too much to drink on their fortnightly date night. What had originally been planned for an evening of wining and dining, and a jaunt to the cinema had capitulated after the first bottle of wine was passed around during pre-drinks. Instead, the four sipped on their respective glasses as they chatted, and gossiped amongst each other. That’s when the topic of blowjobs, and more specifically, familiarity to their respective partner’s private parts was brought into discussion.

One of the two boyfriends confidently proclaimed how his partner could pick his cock out of a line up, to which she agreed with conviction. That’s when the challenge was set;

The girlfriend, tasked with wearing a blindfold, must correctly identify her long-term sweetheart of a boyfriend vs another cock. However, the boyfriend, not phased in the slightest, was about to be compared to a huge cock that will undoubtedly tip the scales of temptation for his love.

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A fun little prompt! Open to discussions on the identity of the other person, who the boyfriend will be competing and compared with.

Kinks; big cock worship, dirty talk, group sex (MFM, FMF, orgies), anal, double penetration, facials, feet, rough sex, clothes-play, high-heels, knee-high socks and stockings, ball-sucking, rimming (giving and receiving), unique and flexible positions - namely full nelson and the pretzel position.

Limits; heavy BDSM, heavy violence, blood and guts, food-play, toilet-play, anything illegal.

“Lad, she’s so used to sucking my dick, I’m telling you, you could put a blindfold on her and line five hundred cocks in front of her, and she’d be able to pick my cock out! Like, there’s not even speck of doubt in my mind!”

The four close friends, of which consisted of two long-term couples had a little too much to drink on their fortnightly date night. What had originally been planned for an evening of wining and dining, and a jaunt to the cinema had capitulated after the first bottle of wine was passed around during pre-drinks. Instead, the four sipped on their respective glasses as they chatted, and gossiped amongst each other. That’s when the topic of blowjobs, and more specifically, familiarity to their respective partner’s private parts was brought into discussion.

One of the two boyfriends confidently proclaimed how his partner could pick his cock out of a line up, to which she agreed with conviction. That’s when the challenge was set;

The girlfriend, tasked with wearing a blindfold, must correctly identify her long-term sweetheart of a boyfriend vs another cock. However, the boyfriend, not phased in the slightest, was about to be compared to a huge cock that will undoubtedly tip the scales of temptation for his love.

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A fun little prompt! Open to discussions on the identity of the other person, who the boyfriend will be competing and compared with.

Kinks; big cock worship, dirty talk, group sex (MFM, FMF, orgies), anal, double penetration, facials, feet, rough sex, clothes-play, high-heels, knee-high socks and stockings, ball-sucking, rimming (giving and receiving), unique and flexible positions - namely full nelson and the pretzel position.

Limits; heavy BDSM, heavy violence, blood and guts, food-play, toilet-play, anything illegal.