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.

You could hear it from half a mile away, the deep, bass-like engine of a motorcycle. The beastly machine coming to a stop on the car park behind the Venus, the in-your-face bar for women loving women in the center of the strip, downtown. It might not be the only piece of prime property you step inside of tonight.

Shutting the engine off before swinging my leg over, tight, black, leather pants slipping off the equally leathery seat. My helmet slips off and ends up dangling over one of the handlebars before I make my way over, heavy boots pressing into the gravel before stepping on the asphalt, no less than 10 meters from where you are standing, outside, still in line.

Short blonde hair, slicked back, a small contrast to her tall, strong frame. A pale, athletically-built, tight-muscled butch with an open leather jacket not hiding the tight, white tank top underneath. Cool blue eyes looking up ahead as I beeline right for the front door and past the queue. You and everyone else catches that smell of the bike engine mixed with adventure and the faint, metallic sound of her golden chain as I brush past you. My long legs carrying me inside with big steps like you'd see from the royalty of old, even if the golden rings hanging from my septum and left eyebrow, or the many rings and studs in the shells and lobes my ears don't look genteel enough the be one.

We don't know it yet, but when our eyes meet in half an hour, this night is taking the right turn.

I hope you enjoyed the scene. I'd love to know who your character is. I'm happy to play this one out with any women, transfemmes or even either of us being a Futa.

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 and more.

TransFemmes and Strap-On wearing women to the front and don't bother with one liners.

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, 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.

You could hear it from half a mile away, the deep, bass-like engine of a motorcycle. The beastly machine coming to a stop on the car park behind the Venus, the in-your-face bar for women loving women in the center of the strip, downtown. It might not be the only piece of prime property you step inside of tonight.

Shutting the engine off before swinging my leg over, tight, black, leather pants slipping off the equally leathery seat. My helmet slips off and ends up dangling over one of the handlebars before I make my way over, heavy boots pressing into the gravel before stepping on the asphalt, no less than 10 meters from where you are standing, outside, still in line.

Short blonde hair, slicked back, a small contrast to her tall, strong frame. A pale, athletically-built, tight-muscled butch with an open leather jacket not hiding the tight, white tank top underneath. Cool blue eyes looking up ahead as I beeline right for the front door and past the queue. You and everyone else catches that smell of the bike engine mixed with adventure and the faint, metallic sound of her golden chain as I brush past you. My long legs carrying me inside with big steps like you'd see from the royalty of old, even if the golden rings hanging from my septum and left eyebrow, or the many rings and studs in the shells and lobes my ears don't look genteel enough the be one.

We don't know it yet, but when our eyes meet in half an hour, this night is taking the right turn.

• I hope you enjoyed the scene. I'd love to know who your character is. I'm happy to play this one out with any women, transfemmes or even either of us being a Futa.
• 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 and more.

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, 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.

Honestly, the idea of a blowjob is simply intoxicating. The position you're in, under your partner, usually on your knees, sometimes naked while looking up at them and pleasuring then with your lips, tongue and throat. But only for as long as your partner is letting you take care of them, eventually servicing to take matters into their own hands and just fucking your mouth like there is no tomorrow.

It's not everyone's thing, but I love it.

I love giving myself to a woman like that, and maybe you've wondered what it's like to be on the other side of this act. What it looks like to look down and see a girl on her knees working with her mouth on your cock. How it feels to hold her, push her down and maybe even call her a little bitch...

Find out with me. Strap on a good strap on or, if you want to, you might even have a real cock for me temporarily, whichever you prefer.

So... Can I suck you off?

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, 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.

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.

I'm sick and tired of having to regularly pretend that this is not a man's world we live in. Did I get on the Dean's list during my degree? Heck yeah. Did I get the high-finance job I was after? You bet! Am I much better at this job than 99% of the rest? F.U.C.K. Y.E.S. to spell it out for you.

Then why do I always have to fight tooth and nail for every extra dollar and every promotion, when the riding ride is even raising the ship from the guy's who never show up? Because they are better negotiators bla, hurr durr... Eat my pussy!

And what about solidarity between us Ladies? Nada! We're either too busy with trying to fit in with the guys, scrambling for crumbs, or try to juggle two full-time jobs, with work and stay-at-home duties.

No wonder they say diamonds are a girl's best friend.

Corporate cultures are fucked beyond repair, because you bet your ass I'm going to wreak havoc WHEN I finally get mine. If the first femme fatale you can think of is Kim Possible, you're in for a rude awakening.

If a woman has to fight with her weapons in this godforsaken man's world, then so be it.

I'm not above coming in on Thursdays anymore, wearing a short, black pencil skirt over a matching pantyhose, those red-soled Louboutins, a white blouse and a blonde ponytail, so that when the guys hit the strip club to "network", I can get these knees dirty under the managing director's desk. At least he doesn't look like one of the skinny associates who curl up their hair.

I'm not above letting him know what I'm after before dropping a pen. 'Clumsy me with my degree and being the first one in and last one out... Must be my blonde hair.'

I'm not above telling him that his cock is 'so, sooo big' and giving him the old hawk tuah if you catch my drift.

Perhaps you, dear reader, imagine yourself as the por, handsome, sod who's work-life is about to be turned upside down when I finally get my long overdue promotion to your boss?

Fuck you very much for reading my ramblings, I guess I had to let this one out and see what comes of it.

I’m looking for a partner to create a RP about this yuppie, loosely based on someone, somewhere. We can stick to the prompt or, if you have any other or additional ideas, I'd love to hear them. It's always better if you bring something to the table, because I'm not looking to do all the heavy lifting (since I'm about to be promoted) and if I get the sense that I might have to, we're not going to connect.

I really enjoy roleplaying as opposites attract characters who traverse race and class. I am also open to portraying a less conventional relationship, one that involves cheating, or one that is toxic, manipulative, jealous, or obsessive, making our romance even more passionate, urgent, explosive.

Please send me a message telling me what you would like to roleplay with me!

I look forward to hearing from you.

And for f... sake! No one-liners, please.

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.

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.

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.

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, 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.

I'm feeling something raw and slow burning tonight, much like seeing your car cooking out in the driveway.

Let me draw you a picture:

9 years on the beat in the city of devils. Domestic violence, guarding crime scenes, evicting families. Now 6 in homicide. I'll spare you the details, you can fill out the blanks yourself. There's a 4 in front of my age but some days I feel like 80, others, when the infamous "Let's roll" drops, I'm 20 again.

I'm not trying to be romantic about it, no one should see some of this stuff, but I bit the bullet and it tasted just as metallic as it looked. It sounds cliché but every time you see a DUI manslaughter with the perp barely seeing the inside of a cell or the trail of destruction left by a serial killer, it leaves a scratch on your compass. Then one day you look at it and you can barely make out North and since you can't make out the stars with the light pollution of the city, you have to rely on the big ol' book of the law.

So you do what any good cop does. Drink, smoke and fuck. Two of the few things that still make you feel something else when shift is over but your case isn't.

The short version: Cop has seen and had to do a lot of shit no one should see or do and has been left emotionally scarred, unable to hold on to any real relationship, finding herself hiding between flippant banter.

That's where you come in. Who are you and why do you even bother?

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.

No one-liners or quick back and forth for just an afternoon.

TransFemmes and Strap-On wearing women to the front and don't bother with one liners.

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.

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.

I'm sick and tired of having to regularly pretend that this is not a man's world we live in. Did I get on the Dean's list during my degree? Heck yeah. Did I get the high-finance job I was after? You bet! Am I much better at this job than 99% of the rest? F.U.C.K. Y.E.S. to spell it out for you.

Then why do I always have to fight tooth and nail for every extra dollar and every promotion, when the riding ride is even raising the ship from the guy's who never show up? Because they are better negotiators bla, hurr durr... Eat my pussy!

And what about solidarity between us Ladies? Nada! We're either too busy with trying to fit in with the guys, scrambling for crumbs, or try to juggle two full-time jobs, with work and stay-at-home duties.

No wonder they say diamonds are a girl's best friend.

Corporate cultures are fucked beyond repair, because you bet your ass I'm going to wreak havoc WHEN I finally get mine. If the first femme fatale you can think of is Kim Possible, you're in for a rude awakening.

If a woman has to fight with her weapons in this godforsaken man's world, then so be it.

I'm not above coming in on Thursdays anymore, wearing a short, black pencil skirt over a matching pantyhose, those red-soled Louboutins, a white blouse and a blonde ponytail, so that when the guys hit the strip club to "network", I can get these knees dirty under the managing director's desk. At least he doesn't look like one of the skinny associates who curl up their hair.

I'm not above letting him know what I'm after before dropping a pen. 'Clumsy me with my degree and being the first one in and last one out... Must be my blonde hair.'

I'm not above telling him that his cock is 'so, sooo big' and giving him the old hawk tuah if you catch my drift.

Perhaps you, dear reader, imagine yourself as the por, handsome, sod who's work-life is about to be turned upside down when I finally get my long overdue promotion to your boss?

Fuck you very much for reading my ramblings, I guess I had to let this one out and see what comes of it.

I’m looking for a partner to create a RP about this yuppie, loosely based on someone, somewhere. We can stick to the prompt or, if you have any other or additional ideas, I'd love to hear them. It's always better if you bring something to the table, because I'm not looking to do all the heavy lifting (since I'm about to be promoted) and if I get the sense that I might have to, we're not going to connect.

I really enjoy roleplaying as opposites attract characters who traverse race and class. I am also open to portraying a less conventional relationship, one that involves cheating, or one that is toxic, manipulative, jealous, or obsessive, making our romance even more passionate, urgent, explosive.

Please send me a message telling me what you would like to roleplay with me!

I look forward to hearing from you.

And for f... sake! No one-liners, please.

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.

I'm sick and tired of having to regularly pretend that this is not a man's world we live in. Did I get on the Dean's list during my degree? Heck yeah. Did I get the high-finance job I was after? You bet! Am I much better at this job than 99% of the rest? F.U.C.K. Y.E.S. to spell it out for you.

Then why do I always have to fight tooth and nail for every extra dollar and every promotion, when the riding ride is even raising the ship from the guy's who never show up? Because they are better negotiators bla, hurr durr... Eat my pussy!

And what about solidarity between us Ladies? Nada! We're either too busy with trying to fit in with the guys, scrambling for crumbs, or try to juggle two full-time jobs, with work and stay-at-home duties.

No wonder they say diamonds are a girl's best friend.

Corporate cultures are fucked beyond repair, because you bet your ass I'm going to wreak havoc WHEN I finally get mine. If the first femme fatale you can think of is Kim Possible, you're in for a rude awakening.

If a woman has to fight with her weapons in this godforsaken man's world, then so be it.

I'm not above coming in on Thursdays anymore, wearing a short, black pencil skirt over a matching pantyhose, those red-soled Louboutins, a white blouse and a blonde ponytail, so that when the guys hit the strip club to "network", I can get these knees dirty under the managing director's desk. At least he doesn't look like one of the skinny associates who curl up their hair.

I'm not above letting him know what I'm after before dropping a pen. 'Clumsy me with my degree and being the first one in and last one out... Must be my blonde hair.'

I'm not above telling him that his cock is 'so, sooo big' and giving him the old hawk tuah if you catch my drift.

Perhaps you, dear reader, imagine yourself as the por, handsome, sod who's work-life is about to be turned upside down when I finally get my long overdue promotion to your boss?

Fuck you very much for reading my ramblings, I guess I had to let this one out and see what comes of it.

I’m looking for a partner to create a RP about this yuppie, loosely based on someone, somewhere. We can stick to the prompt or, if you have any other or additional ideas, I'd love to hear them. It's always better if you bring something to the table, because I'm not looking to do all the heavy lifting (since I'm about to be promoted) and if I get the sense that I might have to, we're not going to connect.

I really enjoy roleplaying as opposites attract characters who traverse race and class. I am also open to portraying a less conventional relationship, one that involves cheating, or one that is toxic, manipulative, jealous, or obsessive, making our romance even more passionate, urgent, explosive.

Please send me a message telling me what you would like to roleplay with me!

I look forward to hearing from you.

And for f... sake! No one-liners, please.

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.