u/SoccerKath

Today I'm looking for something unusual and story driven. You are my, perhaps, nerdy, dysfunctional, self-obsessed domme T-girl crush, and I'll be your subby and eager to please admirer.

You had started your physical transition months ago, already seeing the results through a visible transformation. Your skin had turned softer, the corners, edges and curves of your face and body a growing more and more feminine. But the transition is obviously hard for everyone. Despite passing as a woman, you are still not happy with where you're at and haven't physically become who you always were. Feeling stuck in-between two chairs, not quite having broken out, you've been feeling down and out a lot, staying at home, getting stoned, playing video games and masturbating. Unless you're spending the better part of the day on Reddit that is.

Where do I fit in? Since we first met, a switch flicked. I was drawn to you, romanticised you, borderline obsessed over you. Maybe it was my saviour complex acting up or I simply couldn't resist the hot mess with an attitude that you always had been and always will be. At any rate, I just wanted to be near you, be with you, every waking second, hoping that the fire already burning inside of me might send just that tiny spark flying your way, so we could live happily ever after. However, it became evident that you viewed, completely non-platonically, as a fuck buddy to help you blow of the steam that kept accumulating inside of you, rather than a serious romantic partner. I admit, I don't mind it as much as I should.

Here is to hoping that time might change my, our, fortunes! Let me tell you, it's not easy cleaning the place after you, paying for all the games and stuff and takeout we order when you can't be bothered with anything else. You're lucky that I love taking care of you, making you feel like the amazing woman that I know you are, even if you don't always see it yourself. If that means choking in your cock or eating your ass when you have another bad day, then sign me up.

You don't have to ask me about how I'm feeling, how work is going, or anything like that. I know better than to burden you with the relative banality or my problems and I meant when I said that I love pleasing you.

I know that you aren't emotionally available and that you keep me around, in my own apartment, mostly for sex and lending a hand and ear whenever you feel like sharing or not taking care of things yourself. I'm in it for the long haul and when you're ready for a girlfriend, I'll be there.

Now, if I caught your attention, send me a message! I'm open as to where our characters met and where exactly to go from here. I'm big on agency, so how your character really feels and develops is very much up to you, just as long as you can manage the part of being the dominant one in this relationship.

I would love for my character to break through the ice of yours and have a happy ending so to speak, but the relationship will always tilt to one side and there's a long road ahead... And if it's not meant to be the road is still long.

My Kinks: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits, oil, spit, lube, outercourse, gaslighting, mild dub con and more.

My Limits: Violence, animals, bathroom stuff, minors, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

The dimly lit restaurant was fully booked, a quiet humming of voices buzzing around, yet the place did not feel packed, given the ample space between each table. Tucked away in one of the corners, with only the light from a single candle flickering away I sat. Founder and CEO of one of those companies everyone knew, I knew it would be frowned upon if anybody knew why I was here.

Having worked around the clock, for the better part of over two decades, a, fortunately not serious, health scare later, it was high time to start enjoying the finer things in life. Including someone to warm my bed at night, someone to make me leave work early for a change. Someone like you. A yuppie or a college girl, young enough to be my daughter.

I checked my Rolex, another self bought gift for some milestone I had already forgotten, it's not happened in years that I was early for a private appointment. Then, I hear the distinctive sound of clicking of heels. Looking up, at you, waving excitedly, dressed, with smile so sweet I could feel a toothache coming on.

This was the girl I matched with. During another late night scrolling session in my office and without a second thought, I swiped right. It took until the next morning for the pop-up. ‘It’s a match!’

Before either of us could salvage the situation, the waiter arrived to pull out the your chair, smiling down at me reassuringly.

“Good evening! Your daughter is here, Miss!”

Looking for a high-life, jet-setting adventure between my CEO and your character. Swipe right and let's see where this private plane takes us.

My Kinks: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits and more.

My Limits: Violence, animals, bathroom stuff, minors, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

It's a vibe, dropping all inhibitions and just living out a fantasy like there is no tomorrow.

I'm looking for that perfect stranger you'd meet on a night out in some bar, some city even, where no ones knows me. I can put on a flannel shirt, dark green and black, and roll up my sleeves, making eye contact with you, dark blue eyes, simply because I like the way you look. That's how I'm feeling, that's the vibe I'm going for. Dark jeans and boots, frizzy dusty blonde hair, the left side of my skull shaven to a short stubble, unapologetically showing off some cleavage, there's no escaping this tonight, it's fate.

I'm looking to take someone back to my place to let loose, make up for countless missed opportunities. I know it, you know it and everyone else can see it with the "I wanna fuck" look practically spelled out on my forehead. I'll introduce myself as "Daddy" to set the tone, the mood, it's not too cheesy tonight.

I'll let you know how great you'll look bend over my kitchen, your dress, the colour, goes perfectly with my counter. There's no asking, just stating how it is, how it's going to happen. You'll get to put the harness on. It's better than any drink or buzz, watching those manicured fingers, shaking with excitement, fumbling around with a harness, strap-on seductively waving and shaking in front of those big eyes, both of us drunk with anticipation.

So, yeah, I'm looking to play out one of those nights, perhaps even more.

My kinks are: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits, oil, spit, lube, outercourse, hot and sweaty sex and more.... Limits are more common things like animals, bathroom stuff, minors, violence, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

It's a vibe, dropping all inhibitions and just living out a fantasy like there is no tomorrow.

I'm looking for that perfect stranger you'd meet on a night out in some bar, some city even, where no ones knows me. I can put on a flannel shirt, dark green and black, and roll up my sleeves, making eye contact with you, dark blue eyes, simply because I like the way you look. That's how I'm feeling, that's the vibe I'm going for. Dark jeans and boots, frizzy dusty blonde hair, the left side of my skull shaven to a short stubble, unapologetically showing off some cleavage, there's no escaping this tonight, it's fate.

I'm looking to take someone back to my place to let loose, make up for countless missed opportunities. I know it, you know it and everyone else can see it with the "I wanna fuck" look practically spelled out on my forehead. I'll introduce myself as "Daddy" to set the tone, the mood, it's not too cheesy tonight.

I'll let you know how great you'll look bend over my kitchen, your dress, the colour, goes perfectly with my counter. There's no asking, just stating how it is, how it's going to happen. You'll get to put the harness on. It's better than any drink or buzz, watching those manicured fingers, shaking with excitement, fumbling around with a harness, strap-on seductively waving and shaking in front of those big eyes, both of us drunk with anticipation.

So, yeah, I'm looking to play out one of those nights, perhaps even more.

My kinks are: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits, oil, spit, lube, outercourse, hot and sweaty sex and more.... Limits are more common things like animals, bathroom stuff, minors, violence, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

It's a vibe, dropping all inhibitions and just living out a fantasy like there is no tomorrow.

I'm looking for that perfect stranger you'd meet on a night out in some bar, some city even, where no ones knows me. I can put on a flannel shirt, dark green and black, and roll up my sleeves, making eye contact with you, dark blue eyes, simply because I like the way you look. That's how I'm feeling, that's the vibe I'm going for. Dark jeans and boots, frizzy dusty blonde hair, the left side of my skull shaven to a short stubble, unapologetically showing off some cleavage, there's no escaping this tonight, it's fate.

I'm looking to take someone back to my place to let loose, make up for countless missed opportunities. I know it, you know it and everyone else can see it with the "I wanna fuck" look practically spelled out on my forehead. I'll introduce myself as "Daddy" to set the tone, the mood, it's not too cheesy tonight.

I'll let you know how great you'll look bend over my kitchen, your dress, the colour, goes perfectly with my counter. There's no asking, just stating how it is, how it's going to happen. You'll get to put the harness on. It's better than any drink or buzz, watching those manicured fingers, shaking with excitement, fumbling around with a harness, strap-on seductively waving and shaking in front of those big eyes, both of us drunk with anticipation.

So, yeah, I'm looking to play out one of those nights, perhaps even more.

My kinks are: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits, oil, spit, lube, outercourse, hot and sweaty sex and more.... Limits are more common things like animals, bathroom stuff, minors, violence, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

It's a vibe, dropping all inhibitions and just living out a fantasy like there is no tomorrow.

I'm looking for that perfect stranger you'd meet on a night out in some bar, some city even, where no ones knows me. I can put on a flannel shirt, dark green and black, and roll up my sleeves, making eye contact with you, dark blue eyes, simply because I like the way you look. That's how I'm feeling, that's the vibe I'm going for. Dark jeans and boots, frizzy dusty blonde hair, the left side of my skull shaven to a short stubble, unapologetically showing off some cleavage, there's no escaping this tonight, it's fate.

I'm looking to take someone back to my place to let loose, make up for countless missed opportunities. I know it, you know it and everyone else can see it with the "I wanna fuck" look practically spelled out on my forehead. I'll introduce myself as "Daddy" to set the tone, the mood, it's not too cheesy tonight.

I'll let you know how great you'll look bend over my kitchen, your dress, the colour, goes perfectly with my counter. There's no asking, just stating how it is, how it's going to happen. You'll get to put the harness on. It's better than any drink or buzz, watching those manicured fingers, shaking with excitement, fumbling around with a harness, strap-on seductively waving and shaking in front of those big eyes, both of us drunk with anticipation.

So, yeah, I'm looking to play out one of those nights, perhaps even more.

My kinks are: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits, oil, spit, lube, outercourse, hot and sweaty sex and more.... Limits are more common things like animals, bathroom stuff, minors, violence, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

Dim and broken rays of light made their way inside, outside a rainy day barely visible through curtains and painted across the walls of our lovers lair, where you are the yang to my yin, the beast to my beauty.

The heat of your body presses tightly against my own, doting without speaking. We're feeling just the right amount of naughty, dirty, before the morning shower after the late and long night that just passed, filled with moans deep into the night. The culmination of a week filled with anticipation, edging and teasing. The sting of which now aches in my pussy.

The radiating heat of your morning wood presses against my lower back. Still asleep you prod. One two, one two, mic check. Thump thump thump. Each knock slides a smidge lower, eventually pressing into my cheeks still burning from last night's spanking. A shuffle breaks the rhythm and the changing rhythm of your breath tells me that you're awake now, stopping your dazed probing

"Turn around," you say hoarsely, rolling onto your back, cover thrown down carelessly to the side of the bed, cock point up your abdomen. Almost unbelievable that it had spent the night before boring into me until, eventually, it could rise no more.

Your fingers dig into my hair and as you pull me in, guiding with my hair like a leash. I myself am not fully awake, yet instinctively follow your guiding touch south.

The revitalised ballsack clings to your chiselled thigh, tip looking through your foreskin hood. My face has now reached the hollow where your shaft rises from your balls, now guided down even further to the cleft between your heavy scrotum and inner thigh. My hair gets released, but your expectation is crystal clear. Being the shameless lover that I am I dive in for a taste then sucking on each nut, licking and slurping the grime of sex away until the beige flesh glimmers with your saliva. My own juices a source of sweet shame and unbridled lust.

Eventually your hand wraps into my hair again, pulling me up your shaft towards your tip. "Open," you order and I do. "Down," you order and so I travel, wedging needy inches between pink petals until the burly tip of your shaft is a knot in my throat.

Your hand lets go, leaving me to bob and slurp on your shaft to my own rhythm, hands and mouth soon moving in together to coax your morning shake out of you.

Soon I've earned it. I can feel the hot seed flinging itself into my mouth as kiss your hilt, while cradling your sack, before wallowing down the generous amount of love.

Affectionate smiles, affectionate snuggles. Cooes and kisses, grinds and humps. Moments become minutes, affectionate thank-yous become playful flirtation. I have not even gotten on my feet once today and already your cock is ready for round two.

Kisses trail over my shoulders. Hips pressed against me, your cock searching for my already wet, messy and expectant pussy.

It's going to be a long, perfect weekend.

It's a vibe, dropping all inhibitions and just living out a fantasy like there is no tomorrow.

I'm looking for that perfect stranger you'd meet on a night out in some bar, some city even, where no ones knows me. I can put on a flannel shirt, dark green and black, and roll up my sleeves, making eye contact with you, dark blue eyes, simply because I like the way you look. That's how I'm feeling, that's the vibe I'm going for. Dark jeans and boots, frizzy dusty blonde hair, the left side of my skull shaven to a short stubble, unapologetically showing off some cleavage, there's no escaping this tonight, it's fate.

I'm looking to take someone back to my place to let loose, make up for countless missed opportunities. I know it, you know it and everyone else can see it with the "I wanna fuck" look practically spelled out on my forehead. I'll introduce myself as "Daddy" to set the tone, the mood, it's not too cheesy tonight.

I'll let you know how great you'll look bend over my kitchen, your dress, the colour, goes perfectly with my counter. There's no asking, just stating how it is, how it's going to happen. You'll get to put the harness on. It's better than any drink or buzz, watching those manicured fingers, shaking with excitement, fumbling around with a harness, strap-on seductively waving and shaking in front of those big eyes, both of us drunk with anticipation.

So, yeah, I'm looking to play out one of those nights, perhaps even more.

My kinks are: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits, oil, spit, lube, outercourse, hot and sweaty sex and more.... Limits are more common things like animals, bathroom stuff, minors, violence, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

From that very first moment I laid eyes on you, I had to have you. You, not noticing those piercing, ocean blue eyes, hiding a fateful inevitability behind them, are now trapped in an invisible cage. Blissfully unaware of the predators walking the city at night, hiding in plain sight within the concrete jungle under neon lights, you had been at the wrong place at the wrong time, catching my attention on one of those countless nights outs, this time unlike all the others before.

The burning desire of my cold, long-dead flesh was not going to be denied, the thrill of the hunt stirring the stolen blood, sustenance, running through my veins. Before the night was over, I would have you.

The curse, as old as humankind itself, manifesting itself in countless, kink-like forms. Some of us only enjoy one gender, a certain, look, taste or smell, animals even, although hunger makes one drop their standards really fast. Fortunately for your, I wasn't as crude as most of my kindred. The way I loved carnal desires, seduction, as a mortal had carried over into my unlife, with nothing quite as sating as that perfect moment of bliss when two bodies become one and those endorphins overload your very existence.

A perfect night, letting us forget the agonies of mortality and immortality alike, the fucked politics of human sand vampiric society alike. The president, the prince, political parties, vampiric clans, none of it was going to matter tonight.

Thank you for reading my post. I know, this is something quite out there, but I listened to the Seattle by Night podcast and fell in love with the whole setting. And while Seattle sounds awesome, that's not what I'm referring to...

It's a smutty Vampire the Masquerade RP!

I'd love to flesh out the scene further and am more than happy to take things much, much further, when it comes to this setting.

My kinks are: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits and more.... Limits are more common things like animals, bathroom stuff, minors, violence, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

Today I'm looking for something unusual and story driven. You are my, perhaps, nerdy, dysfunctional, self-obsessed domme T-girl crush, and I'll be your subby and eager to please admirer.

You had started your physical transition months ago, already seeing the results through a visible transformation. Your skin had turned softer, the corners, edges and curves of your face and body a growing more and more feminine. But the transition is obviously hard for everyone. Despite passing as a woman, you are still not happy with where you're at and haven't physically become who you always were. Feeling stuck in-between two chairs, not quite having broken out, you've been feeling down and out a lot, staying at home, getting stoned, playing video games and masturbating. Unless you're spending the better part of the day on Reddit that is.

Where do I fit in? Since we first met, a switch flicked. I was drawn to you, romanticised you, borderline obsessed over you. Maybe it was my saviour complex acting up or I simply couldn't resist the hot mess with an attitude that you always had been and always will be. At any rate, I just wanted to be near you, be with you, every waking second, hoping that the fire already burning inside of me might send just that tiny spark flying your way, so we could live happily ever after. However, it became evident that you viewed, completely non-platonically, as a fuck buddy to help you blow of the steam that kept accumulating inside of you, rather than a serious romantic partner. I admit, I don't mind it as much as I should.

Here is to hoping that time might change my, our, fortunes! Let me tell you, it's not easy cleaning the place after you, paying for all the games and stuff and takeout we order when you can't be bothered with anything else. You're lucky that I love taking care of you, making you feel like the amazing woman that I know you are, even if you don't always see it yourself. If that means choking in your cock or eating your ass when you have another bad day, then sign me up.

You don't have to ask me about how I'm feeling, how work is going, or anything like that. I know better than to burden you with the relative banality or my problems and I meant when I said that I love pleasing you.

I know that you aren't emotionally available and that you keep me around, in my own apartment, mostly for sex and lending a hand and ear whenever you feel like sharing or not taking care of things yourself. I'm in it for the long haul and when you're ready for a girlfriend, I'll be there.

Now, if I caught your attention, send me a message! I'm open as to where our characters met and where exactly to go from here. I'm big on agency, so how your character really feels and develops is very much up to you, just as long as you can manage the part of being the dominant one in this relationship.

I would love for my character to break through the ice of yours and have a happy ending so to speak, but the relationship will always tilt to one side and there's a long road ahead... And if it's not meant to be the road is still long.

My Kinks: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits, oil, spit, lube, outercourse, gaslighting, mild dub con and more.

My Limits: Violence, animals, bathroom stuff, minors, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

From that very first moment I laid eyes on you, I had to have you. You, not noticing those piercing, ocean blue eyes, hiding a fateful inevitability behind them, are now trapped in an invisible cage. Blissfully unaware of the predators walking the city at night, hiding in plain sight within the concrete jungle under neon lights, you had been at the wrong place at the wrong time, catching my attention on one of those countless nights outs, this time unlike all the others before.

The burning desire of my cold, long-dead flesh was not going to be denied, the thrill of the hunt stirring the stolen blood, sustenance, running through my veins. Before the night was over, I would have you.

The curse, as old as humankind itself, manifesting itself in countless, kink-like forms. Some of us only enjoy one gender, a certain, look, taste or smell, animals even, although hunger makes one drop their standards really fast. Fortunately for your, I wasn't as crude as most of my kindred. The way I loved carnal desires, seduction, as a mortal had carried over into my unlife, with nothing quite as sating as that perfect moment of bliss when two bodies become one and those endorphins overload your very existence.

A perfect night, letting us forget the agonies of mortality and immortality alike, the fucked politics of human sand vampiric society alike. The president, the prince, political parties, vampiric clans, none of it was going to matter tonight.

Thank you for reading my post. I know, this is something quite out there, but I listened to the Seattle by Night podcast and fell in love with the whole setting. And while Seattle sounds awesome, that's not what I'm referring to...

It's a smutty Vampire the Masquerade RP!

I'd love to flesh out the scene further and am more than happy to take things much, much further, when it comes to this setting.

My kinks are: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits and more.... Limits are more common things like animals, bathroom stuff, minors, violence, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

Dim and broken rays of light made their way inside, outside a rainy day barely visible through curtains and painted across the walls of our lovers lair, where you are the yang to my yin, the beast to my beauty.

The heat of your body presses tightly against my own, doting without speaking. We're feeling just the right amount of naughty, dirty, before the morning shower after the late and long night that just passed, filled with moans deep into the night. The culmination of a week filled with anticipation, edging and teasing. The sting of which now aches in my pussy.

The radiating heat of your morning wood presses against my lower back. Still asleep you prod. One two, one two, mic check. Thump thump thump. Each knock slides a smidge lower, eventually pressing into my cheeks still burning from last night's spanking. A shuffle breaks the rhythm and the changing rhythm of your breath tells me that you're awake now, stopping your dazed probing

"Turn around," you say hoarsely, rolling onto your back, cover thrown down carelessly to the side of the bed, cock point up your abdomen. Almost unbelievable that it had spent the night before boring into me until, eventually, it could rise no more.

Your fingers dig into my hair and as you pull me in, guiding with my hair like a leash. I myself am not fully awake, yet instinctively follow your guiding touch south.

The revitalised ballsack clings to your chiselled thigh, tip looking through your foreskin hood. My face has now reached the hollow where your shaft rises from your balls, now guided down even further to the cleft between your heavy scrotum and inner thigh. My hair gets released, but your expectation is crystal clear. Being the shameless lover that I am I dive in for a taste then sucking on each nut, licking and slurping the grime of sex away until the beige flesh glimmers with your saliva. My own juices a source of sweet shame and unbridled lust.

Eventually your hand wraps into my hair again, pulling me up your shaft towards your tip. "Open," you order and I do. "Down," you order and so I travel, wedging needy inches between pink petals until the burly tip of your shaft is a knot in my throat.

Your hand lets go, leaving me to bob and slurp on your shaft to my own rhythm, hands and mouth soon moving in together to coax your morning shake out of you.

Soon I've earned it. I can feel the hot seed flinging itself into my mouth as kiss your hilt, while cradling your sack, before wallowing down the generous amount of love.

Affectionate smiles, affectionate snuggles. Cooes and kisses, grinds and humps. Moments become minutes, affectionate thank-yous become playful flirtation. I have not even gotten on my feet once today and already your cock is ready for round two.

Kisses trail over my shoulders. Hips pressed against me, your cock searching for my already wet, messy and expectant pussy.

It's going to be a long, perfect weekend.

It's a vibe, dropping all inhibitions and just living out a fantasy like there is no tomorrow.

I'm looking for that perfect stranger you'd meet on a night out in some bar, some city even, where no ones knows me. I can put on a flannel shirt, dark green and black, and roll up my sleeves, making eye contact with you, dark blue eyes, simply because I like the way you look. That's how I'm feeling, that's the vibe I'm going for. Dark jeans and boots, frizzy dusty blonde hair, the left side of my skull shaven to a short stubble, unapologetically showing off some cleavage, there's no escaping this tonight, it's fate.

I'm looking to take someone back to my place to let loose, make up for countless missed opportunities. I know it, you know it and everyone else can see it with the "I wanna fuck" look practically spelled out on my forehead. I'll introduce myself as "Daddy" to set the tone, the mood, it's not too cheesy tonight.

I'll let you know how great you'll look bend over my kitchen, your dress, the colour, goes perfectly with my counter. There's no asking, just stating how it is, how it's going to happen. You'll get to put the harness on. It's better than any drink or buzz, watching those manicured fingers, shaking with excitement, fumbling around with a harness, strap-on seductively waving and shaking in front of those big eyes, both of us drunk with anticipation.

So, yeah, I'm looking to play out one of those nights, perhaps even more.

My kinks are: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits, oil, spit, lube, outercourse, hot and sweaty sex and more.... Limits are more common things like animals, bathroom stuff, minors, violence, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

From that very first moment I laid eyes on you, I had to have you. You, not noticing those piercing, ocean blue eyes, hiding a fateful inevitability behind them, are now trapped in an invisible cage. Blissfully unaware of the predators walking the city at night, hiding in plain sight within the concrete jungle under neon lights, you had been at the wrong place at the wrong time, catching my attention on one of those countless nights outs, this time unlike all the others before.

The burning desire of my cold, long-dead flesh was not going to be denied, the thrill of the hunt stirring the stolen blood, sustenance, running through my veins. Before the night was over, I would have you.

The curse, as old as humankind itself, manifesting itself in countless, kink-like forms. Some of us only enjoy one gender, a certain, look, taste or smell, animals even, although hunger makes one drop their standards really fast. Fortunately for your, I wasn't as crude as most of my kindred. The way I loved carnal desires, seduction, as a mortal had carried over into my unlife, with nothing quite as sating as that perfect moment of bliss when two bodies become one and those endorphins overload your very existence.

A perfect night, letting us forget the agonies of mortality and immortality alike, the fucked politics of human sand vampiric society alike. The president, the prince, political parties, vampiric clans, none of it was going to matter tonight.

>Thank you for reading my post. I know, this is something quite out there, but I listened to the Seattle by Night podcast and fell in love with the whole setting. And while Seattle sounds awesome, that's not what I'm referring to...

>It's a smutty Vampire the Masquerade RP!

>I'd love to flesh out the scene further and am more than happy to take things much, much further, when it comes to this setting.

>My kinks are: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits and more.... Limits are more common things like animals, bathroom stuff, minors, violence, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

It's a vibe, dropping all inhibitions and just living out a fantasy like there is no tomorrow.

I'm looking for that perfect stranger you'd meet on a night out in some bar, some city even, where no ones knows me. I can put on a flannel shirt, dark green and black, and roll up my sleeves, making eye contact with you, dark blue eyes, simply because I like the way you look. That's how I'm feeling, that's the vibe I'm going for. Dark jeans and boots, frizzy dusty blonde hair, the left side of my skull shaven to a short stubble, unapologetically showing off some cleavage, there's no escaping this tonight, it's fate.

I'm looking to take someone back to my place to let loose, make up for countless missed opportunities. I know it, you know it and everyone else can see it with the "I wanna fuck" look practically spelled out on my forehead. I'll introduce myself as "Daddy" to set the tone, the mood, it's not too cheesy tonight.

I'll let you know how great you'll look bend over my kitchen, your dress, the colour, goes perfectly with my counter. There's no asking, just stating how it is, how it's going to happen. You'll get to put the harness on. It's better than any drink or buzz, watching those manicured fingers, shaking with excitement, fumbling around with a harness, strap-on seductively waving and shaking in front of those big eyes, both of us drunk with anticipation.

So, yeah, I'm looking to play out one of those nights, perhaps even more.

My kinks are: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits, oil, spit, lube, outercourse, hot and sweaty sex and more.... Limits are more common things like animals, bathroom stuff, minors, violence, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

Today I'm looking for something unusual and story driven. You are my, perhaps, nerdy, dysfunctional, self-obsessed domme T-girl crush, and I'll be your subby and eager to please admirer.

You had started your physical transition months ago, already seeing the results through a visible transformation. Your skin had turned softer, the corners, edges and curves of your face and body a growing more and more feminine. But the transition is obviously hard for everyone. Despite passing as a woman, you are still not happy with where you're at and haven't physically become who you always were. Feeling stuck in-between two chairs, not quite having broken out, you've been feeling down and out a lot, staying at home, getting stoned, playing video games and masturbating. Unless you're spending the better part of the day on Reddit that is.

Where do I fit in? Since we first met, a switch flicked. I was drawn to you, romanticised you, borderline obsessed over you. Maybe it was my saviour complex acting up or I simply couldn't resist the hot mess with an attitude that you always had been and always will be. At any rate, I just wanted to be near you, be with you, every waking second, hoping that the fire already burning inside of me might send just that tiny spark flying your way, so we could live happily ever after. However, it became evident that you viewed, completely non-platonically, as a fuck buddy to help you blow of the steam that kept accumulating inside of you, rather than a serious romantic partner. I admit, I don't mind it as much as I should.

Here is to hoping that time might change my, our, fortunes! Let me tell you, it's not easy cleaning the place after you, paying for all the games and stuff and takeout we order when you can't be bothered with anything else. You're lucky that I love taking care of you, making you feel like the amazing woman that I know you are, even if you don't always see it yourself. If that means choking in your cock or eating your ass when you have another bad day, then sign me up.

You don't have to ask me about how I'm feeling, how work is going, or anything like that. I know better than to burden you with the relative banality or my problems and I meant when I said that I love pleasing you.

I know that you aren't emotionally available and that you keep me around, in my own apartment, mostly for sex and lending a hand and ear whenever you feel like sharing or not taking care of things yourself. I'm in it for the long haul and when you're ready for a girlfriend, I'll be there.

Now, if I caught your attention, send me a message! I'm open as to where our characters met and where exactly to go from here. I'm big on agency, so how your character really feels and develops is very much up to you, just as long as you can manage the part of being the dominant one in this relationship.

I would love for my character to break through the ice of yours and have a happy ending so to speak, but the relationship will always tilt to one side and there's a long road ahead... And if it's not meant to be the road is still long.

My Kinks: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits, oil, spit, lube, outercourse, gaslighting, mild dub con and more.

My Limits: Violence, animals, bathroom stuff, minors, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

Today I'm looking for something unusual and story driven. You are my, perhaps, nerdy, dysfunctional, self-obsessed domme T-girl crush, and I'll be your subby and eager to please admirer.

You had started your physical transition months ago, already seeing the results through a visible transformation. Your skin had turned softer, the corners, edges and curves of your face and body a growing more and more feminine. But the transition is obviously hard for everyone. Despite passing as a woman, you are still not happy with where you're at and haven't physically become who you always were. Feeling stuck in-between two chairs, not quite having broken out, you've been feeling down and out a lot, staying at home, getting stoned, playing video games and masturbating. Unless you're spending the better part of the day on Reddit that is.

Where do I fit in? Since we first met, a switch flicked. I was drawn to you, romanticised you, borderline obsessed over you. Maybe it was my saviour complex acting up or I simply couldn't resist the hot mess with an attitude that you always had been and always will be. At any rate, I just wanted to be near you, be with you, every waking second, hoping that the fire already burning inside of me might send just that tiny spark flying your way, so we could live happily ever after. However, it became evident that you viewed, completely non-platonically, as a fuck buddy to help you blow of the steam that kept accumulating inside of you, rather than a serious romantic partner. I admit, I don't mind it as much as I should.

Here is to hoping that time might change my, our, fortunes! Let me tell you, it's not easy cleaning the place after you, paying for all the games and stuff and takeout we order when you can't be bothered with anything else. You're lucky that I love taking care of you, making you feel like the amazing woman that I know you are, even if you don't always see it yourself. If that means choking in your cock or eating your ass when you have another bad day, then sign me up.

You don't have to ask me about how I'm feeling, how work is going, or anything like that. I know better than to burden you with the relative banality or my problems and I meant when I said that I love pleasing you.

I know that you aren't emotionally available and that you keep me around, in my own apartment, mostly for sex and lending a hand and ear whenever you feel like sharing or not taking care of things yourself. I'm in it for the long haul and when you're ready for a girlfriend, I'll be there.

Now, if I caught your attention, send me a message! I'm open as to where our characters met and where exactly to go from here. I'm big on agency, so how your character really feels and develops is very much up to you, just as long as you can manage the part of being the dominant one in this relationship.

I would love for my character to break through the ice of yours and have a happy ending so to speak, but the relationship will always tilt to one side and there's a long road ahead... And if it's not meant to be the road is still long.

My Kinks: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits, oil, spit, lube, outercourse, gaslighting, mild dub con and more.

My Limits: Violence, animals, bathroom stuff, minors, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

Today I'm looking for something unusual and story driven. You are my, perhaps, nerdy, dysfunctional, self-obsessed domme T-girl crush, and I'll be your subby and eager to please admirer.

You had started your physical transition months ago, already seeing the results through a visible transformation. Your skin had turned softer, the corners, edges and curves of your face and body a growing more and more feminine. But the transition is obviously hard for everyone. Despite passing as a woman, you are still not happy with where you're at and haven't physically become who you always were. Feeling stuck in-between two chairs, not quite having broken out, you've been feeling down and out a lot, staying at home, getting stoned, playing video games and masturbating. Unless you're spending the better part of the day on Reddit that is.

Where do I fit in? Since we first met, a switch flicked. I was drawn to you, romanticised you, borderline obsessed over you. Maybe it was my saviour complex acting up or I simply couldn't resist the hot mess with an attitude that you always had been and always will be. At any rate, I just wanted to be near you, be with you, every waking second, hoping that the fire already burning inside of me might send just that tiny spark flying your way, so we could live happily ever after. However, it became evident that you viewed, completely non-platonically, as a fuck buddy to help you blow of the steam that kept accumulating inside of you, rather than a serious romantic partner. I admit, I don't mind it as much as I should.

Here is to hoping that time might change my, our, fortunes! Let me tell you, it's not easy cleaning the place after you, paying for all the games and stuff and takeout we order when you can't be bothered with anything else. You're lucky that I love taking care of you, making you feel like the amazing woman that I know you are, even if you don't always see it yourself. If that means choking in your cock or eating your ass when you have another bad day, then sign me up.

You don't have to ask me about how I'm feeling, how work is going, or anything like that. I know better than to burden you with the relative banality or my problems and I meant when I said that I love pleasing you.

I know that you aren't emotionally available and that you keep me around, in my own apartment, mostly for sex and lending a hand and ear whenever you feel like sharing or not taking care of things yourself. I'm in it for the long haul and when you're ready for a girlfriend, I'll be there.

Now, if I caught your attention, send me a message! I'm open as to where our characters met and where exactly to go from here. I'm big on agency, so how your character really feels and develops is very much up to you, just as long as you can manage the part of being the dominant one in this relationship.

I would love for my character to break through the ice of yours and have a happy ending so to speak, but the relationship will always tilt to one side and there's a long road ahead... And if it's not meant to be the road is still long.

My Kinks: Dirty talk and generally vocal partners, opposites attract, oral, rough sex, slapping, spanking, scratching, hair pulling toys, edging, cheating, risky places, bi, groups, outfits, oil, spit, lube, outercourse, gaslighting, mild dub con and more.

My Limits: Violence, animals, bathroom stuff, minors, hardcore BDSM, pregnancy and anal. Outside of that I am open to most things.

Dim and broken rays of light made their way inside, outside a rainy day barely visible through curtains and painted across the walls of our lovers lair, where you are the yang to my yin, the beast to my beauty.

The heat of your body presses tightly against my own, doting without speaking. We're feeling just the right amount of naughty, dirty, before the morning shower after the late and long night that just passed, filled with moans deep into the night. The culmination of a week filled with anticipation, edging and teasing. The sting of which now aches in my pussy.

The radiating heat of your morning wood presses against my lower back. Still asleep you prod. One two, one two, mic check. Thump thump thump. Each knock slides a smidge lower, eventually pressing into my cheeks still burning from last night's spanking. A shuffle breaks the rhythm and the changing rhythm of your breath tells me that you're awake now, stopping your dazed probing

"Turn around," you say hoarsely, rolling onto your back, cover thrown down carelessly to the side of the bed, cock point up your abdomen. Almost unbelievable that it had spent the night before boring into me until, eventually, it could rise no more.

Your fingers dig into my hair and as you pull me in, guiding with my hair like a leash. I myself am not fully awake, yet instinctively follow your guiding touch south.

The revitalised ballsack clings to your chiselled thigh, tip looking through your foreskin hood. My face has now reached the hollow where your shaft rises from your balls, now guided down even further to the cleft between your heavy scrotum and inner thigh. My hair gets released, but your expectation is crystal clear. Being the shameless lover that I am I dive in for a taste then sucking on each nut, licking and slurping the grime of sex away until the beige flesh glimmers with your saliva. My own juices a source of sweet shame and unbridled lust.

Eventually your hand wraps into my hair again, pulling me up your shaft towards your tip. "Open," you order and I do. "Down," you order and so I travel, wedging needy inches between pink petals until the burly tip of your shaft is a knot in my throat.

Your hand lets go, leaving me to bob and slurp on your shaft to my own rhythm, hands and mouth soon moving in together to coax your morning shake out of you.

Soon I've earned it. I can feel the hot seed flinging itself into my mouth as kiss your hilt, while cradling your sack, before wallowing down the generous amount of love.

Affectionate smiles, affectionate snuggles. Cooes and kisses, grinds and humps. Moments become minutes, affectionate thank-yous become playful flirtation. I have not even gotten on my feet once today and already your cock is ready for round two.

Kisses trail over my shoulders. Hips pressed against me, your cock searching for my already wet, messy and expectant pussy.

It's going to be a long, perfect weekend.

The perfect workout may not exist, but hear me out:

What I love most about the gym, is the positive, supportive community of gym-goers. Despite what some of you may think, noone is laughing at you when you don't manage your lift or come in for the first time, looking to lose some weight and fulfill your new years resolution. On the contrary, if you ask for support, you will receive it and, sometimes, even if you don't, you might end up getting some. Trust me, I will not let you die under a barbell after a failed bench press.

Is there anything hotter, than humans looking to better themselves, mentally as well as physically, while supporting and lifting each other up? Not for me. That's what I'm here for. No late night, harassment, creeping or humiliation. No shame if that is your cup of tea, but this protein shake has a different flavour.

Perhaps you are new to the gym and get some help, either from a fellow gym-goer or a personal trainer? Or maybe there has been a lot of tension and flirting going on for some time between the two of us and it needs to explode tonight?

Either way, I want to be the positive reinforcement you so very much deserve, helping you push through, finishing this perfect workout, letting you know how gorgeous you already look and how you are already turning heads!

If, after that perfect workout, you are in the mood for a not so innocent protein shake at one of our places or even want to save some water by showering together, to be treated like a naughty princess as a second workout, then this is the post for you.

Kinkwise I'm big on dirty talk and vocal partners, oral (giving and receiving), rough sex, opposites attract, risky places, body worship, different positions, toys and more. Limits are the usual things like bathroom stuff, animals, underage, anal and violence.