u/Spirited_Cabinet_DPP

Mia stared at Lucy, her mouth slightly open, as the question hung heavily in the silence between the two of them.

Up until Lucy had asked that question, it had been a fun evening. A bottle of white wine - almost empty - sat on the table between the two of them, accompanied by two half-drunk glasses. They'd spent the last couple of hours chatting away, laughing and joking, drinking and reminiscing. The two of them had met almost fifteen years ago when at university and had continued to meet up over all these years. Now, however, the conversation had died, Mia struggling to take in what Lucy had asked her.

"Sorry... I've had too much wine. Did you say you wanted me to fuck your dorky brother?!" Mia asked, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed red.

"No! Well... actually, yes." Lucy says, tongue-tied and awkward as the warmth of the alcohol floods her body.

"Let me explain! I'm worried about him. He's nineteen now and I don't think he's ever even been on a date, let alone hooked up with someone." Lucy sighed, shaking her head and leaning back into the sofa.

"He spends almost all his time down in the basement. He's either playing video games, watching nerdy movies and TV, painting models o-"

"You're not selling him, Lucy!" Mia interrupts with a soft giggle and a shake of her head.

"Believe me, I'm skimming the surface! I'm pretty sure he spends a good hour or two a day gooning over all sorts of OnlyFans girls. I saw his bank statement once, that's probably his biggest expenditure! Even without that, his crusty socks tell their own story!" Lucy continues, blushing as she reveals more of her younger brother's habits.

"Oh eww! Lucy, you're really not selling him!" Mia laughs, her eyes widened in surprise at how open Lucy is being.

Mia couldn't help but cast her mind back to earlier in the summer when she'd visited Lucy's home for a BBQ and swim in the pool. Lucy's younger brother had been there - a rather scrawny young man with unruly brown hair and a pale complexion that immediately singled him out as a gamer. He'd spent most the afternoon on his own, seemingly content to just have a burger and watch the people around the pool. Perhaps it had been the rather daring choice of bikini she had gone with but he'd certainly stared plenty at Mia, jerking his eyes away from her whenever she had looked in his direction.

"Mia, I know it's a weird request. Why do you think I've had so much wine? I needed the courage! But... will you think about it? I don't expect an answer now, I know it's not exactly a decision you can make in a few minutes!" Lucy continued, finishing off her glass of wine and refilling her glass, the bottle now empty as she put it back down on the table.

Mia didn't answer for a moment, picturing the young man that Lucy was talking about. He wasn't unattractive by any means. He just didn't seem to care too much about his appearance. If Lucy was being serious about him practically living in his parents basement and gaming, that would make sense too...

"Mia?" Lucy prompted, hoping she hadn't burnt a friendship with a single question.

"I'll... I'll think on it." Mia promised with a soft smile to her friend.

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Hello! If you've made it this far, thank you for reading my prompt. If it isn't already clear, I'm looking to roleplay as a scrawny, stereotypical nerd who manages to get very lucky with a woman in an entirely different league to him. More specifically, the reason for him getting lucky, is his sister taking matters into her own hands and asking for one of her friends to, well, to take pity on him and give him a night to remember! I realise that the setup and content is fairly niche so I would love to hear your thoughts and ideas too on how you'd like to set the scenario up and what you'd like to explore.

In terms of the stereotypical nerd, please think along these lines: blogs focused on the MCU or DCU, Warhammer/model painting, online gaming, bookmarks bar clogged with OnlyFans creators, frequent visits to CEX and Games Workshop... certainly not one who would be deemed popular!

Potential Kinks: Anal, Sloppy Blowjobs, Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex, Creampies, Facials, Large Cumloads, Large Cocks, Sweaty Sex, Outfits, Multiple Positions, Cheating, Interracial, Rimming, Risky Sex, Age Gaps, Gangbangs, Musks/Scents, Contrasting Bodies, One Hot One Not, Airtight.

I've put effort into my prompt so please put effort into your response! I use Chat but am happy to move to Discord too if we get on well too.

Mia stared at Lucy, her mouth slightly open, as the question hung heavily in the silence between the two of them.

Up until Lucy had asked that question, it had been a fun evening. A bottle of white wine - almost empty - sat on the table between the two of them, accompanied by two half-drunk glasses. They'd spent the last couple of hours chatting away, laughing and joking, drinking and reminiscing. The two of them had met almost fifteen years ago when at university and had continued to meet up over all these years. Now, however, the conversation had died, Mia struggling to take in what Lucy had asked her.

"Sorry... I've had too much wine. Did you say you wanted me to fuck your dorky brother?!" Mia asked, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed red.

"No! Well... actually, yes." Lucy says, tongue-tied and awkward as the warmth of the alcohol floods her body.

"Let me explain! I'm worried about him. He's nineteen now and I don't think he's ever even been on a date, let alone hooked up with someone." Lucy sighed, shaking her head and leaning back into the sofa.

"He spends almost all his time down in the basement. He's either playing video games, watching nerdy movies and TV, painting models o-"

"You're not selling him, Lucy!" Mia interrupts with a soft giggle and a shake of her head.

"Believe me, I'm skimming the surface! I'm pretty sure he spends a good hour or two a day gooning over all sorts of OnlyFans girls. I saw his bank statement once, that's probably his biggest expenditure! Even without that, his crusty socks tell their own story!" Lucy continues, blushing as she reveals more of her younger brother's habits.

"Oh eww! Lucy, you're really not selling him!" Mia laughs, her eyes widened in surprise at how open Lucy is being.

Mia couldn't help but cast her mind back to earlier in the summer when she'd visited Lucy's home for a BBQ and swim in the pool. Lucy's younger brother had been there - a rather scrawny young man with unruly brown hair and a pale complexion that immediately singled him out as a gamer. He'd spent most the afternoon on his own, seemingly content to just have a burger and watch the people around the pool. Perhaps it had been the rather daring choice of bikini she had gone with but he'd certainly stared plenty at Mia, jerking his eyes away from her whenever she had looked in his direction.

"Mia, I know it's a weird request. Why do you think I've had so much wine? I needed the courage! But... will you think about it? I don't expect an answer now, I know it's not exactly a decision you can make in a few minutes!" Lucy continued, finishing off her glass of wine and refilling her glass, the bottle now empty as she put it back down on the table.

Mia didn't answer for a moment, picturing the young man that Lucy was talking about. He wasn't unattractive by any means. He just didn't seem to care too much about his appearance. If Lucy was being serious about him practically living in his parents basement and gaming, that would make sense too...

"Mia?" Lucy prompted, hoping she hadn't burnt a friendship with a single question.

"I'll... I'll think on it." Mia promised with a soft smile to her friend.

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Hello! If you've made it this far, thank you for reading my prompt. If it isn't already clear, I'm looking to roleplay as a scrawny, stereotypical nerd who manages to get very lucky with a woman in an entirely different league to him. More specifically, the reason for him getting lucky, is his sister taking matters into her own hands and asking for one of her friends to, well, to take pity on him and give him a night to remember! I realise that the setup and content is fairly niche so I would love to hear your thoughts and ideas too on how you'd like to set the scenario up and what you'd like to explore.

In terms of the stereotypical nerd, please think along these lines: blogs focused on the MCU or DCU, Warhammer/model painting, online gaming, bookmarks bar clogged with OnlyFans creators, frequent visits to CEX and Games Workshop... certainly not one who would be deemed popular!

Potential Kinks: Anal, Sloppy Blowjobs, Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex, Creampies, Facials, Large Cumloads, Large Cocks, Sweaty Sex, Outfits, Multiple Positions, Cheating, Interracial, Rimming, Risky Sex, Age Gaps, Gangbangs, Musks/Scents, Contrasting Bodies, One Hot One Not, Airtight.

I've put effort into my prompt so please put effort into your response! I use Chat but am happy to move to Discord too if we get on well too.

"Hey you... is this too much for tonight? 👀👀"

Picture Message

Your heart was thumping, nervous and excited in equal measure as you imagined what the reaction on the other end of that phone might be.

You tossed your phone onto your bed and tried to take your mind off what you'd just done. The dozen-or-so outfits you'd tried on were still strewn across your bedroom, each one more slutty and daring than the last. The final one - the one you still were wearing - left little to the imagination. The pose you had pulled in the selfie left even less!

Why weren't they responding?

You didn't often pluck up the courage to send such a filthy photo... you expected a bit more of a response!

Bzzzz

Your phone vibrated, the screen lighting up as a message arrived. The vibrating hadn't even stopped when you snatched the phone back up.

"Err... did you mean to send this to me? Looks like you've got a fun night planned!"

Your heart stops. The name at the top isn't right... THE NAME AT THE TOP ISN'T RIGHT!

Panic sets in as you picture the person behind the screen. It's already too late. They've seen the photo. They've read your text. It's not like someone can unsee something!

Your thumbs quickly tap on the screen of your phone as you reply.

"I'm so sorry ----- That wasn't meant for you!! I'm really sorry!"

Delivered turns to Read immediately... they're still in messenger. They're definitely still looking at that photo!

All thoughts of the evening have fallen away from you now as you see the bubbles pop up.

They're typing...

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Hello! I hope you enjoyed my take on this rather cliché, and extremely fun idea. I'm looking for a partner to explore a world where your thumb slips when sending a risqué text and it ends up going to the wrong person.

Who is this wrong person?

Is it your neighbour? Perhaps your lecturer? A friend of your Dad? Maybe your brother's mate! Your best friend's Dad? Your driving instructor? Your boss? A colleague from work? There's just so many options! So many amazing ways that this could be taken.

I'd love to expand this in the future but, at least at the start, would like to remain on phones - texting back and forth as the temperature slowly rises.

I'd also like to discuss it - so please don't dive right in. Perhaps the mystery man is married? Or someone you have had a history with? Perhaps someone who you'd never go on a date with! Let me know your thoughts. I've put my kinks below to give you an idea of what we could involve.

If you're interested, please drop me a Chat or PM! I am also willing to move to Discord too if that is an option for you.

Kinks: Anal, Sloppy Blowjobs, Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex, Condon-Play, Creampies, Facials, Large Cumloads, Large Cocks, Sweaty Sex, Outfits, Multiple Positions, Cheating, Rimming, Risky Sex, Age Gaps, Gangbangs, Musks/Scents, Airtight, Contrasting Bodies, The Generational Divide, Incest, One Hot/One Not.

Limits: Rape, Scat, Gore, Vore, Monsters, Animals, Pissplay, Snuff, Violence, Blood.

You sigh with annoyance and frustration as you slump down on the wooden stool in front of the bar, your gauntleted hands hitting the bar with a resounding thud. It's raucous inside the timber-framed building, the sound of tankards slamming on tables, the bellowing laughter from the myriad of mercenaries, fighters and adventurers, the clamour of drunken tales and fables, the metallic undercurrent of weapons and armour... it all was mixing together in a cacophony of adventure and mirth. However, your scowling face seems to only frown further as you attempt to drown out the revelry.

"What can I get for ya, lassie?" The barkeep interrupts your thoughts, the older man polishing a tankard, his shirt stained with beer and food from this evening.

"Beer." You demand with a snap to your voice, placing down a gold piece on the bar. The man nods wordlessly, swiping the gold piece away and, less than thirty seconds later, a large tankard of beer is slammed down before you, the head frothing over the side and sliding down to add another stain to the wood.

"What's troublin' ya?" The barkeep asks, no doubt wanting to guide you towards another quest, or bounty.

You glance up above your head to where, in faintly glowing characters, your level was displayed: 56.

"Where do I start? I've been grinding for weeks and I've barely gained ten levels. I've tried to join mercenary groups, adventuring parties, I've grinded over thirty bounties on my own! All of that and I'm still stuck at this." You say, gesturing above your head vaguely before you half-turn on your seat to regard the groups of adventurers milling about the busy tavern.

"Look! Ninety, One hundred and twenty, eighty-five.... shit, that group over there are in the two hundreds! How the hell can I ever possibly hope to get up there when it's so slow!?" You bark, anger written across your face as the barkeep nods sagely.

"And don't bother suggesting I try more groups. Half the time they fall apart halfway through a bounty, or they never even turn up. It's ridiculous." You sigh, pausing to take a deep gulp of beer.

"I am sorry to hear that." The barkeep says, his gruff voice booming out over the background raucousness. "But I can't offer much help. You've just got to keep grinding away and you'll get there in no time." He says before he reaches under the bar to produce a map drawn in charcoal on some leather.

"Have this. It's a map of Morgorn, to the north. I wouldn't venture up there at your level, but there's plenty of dungeons and bounties up there which you could get to with a little bit more grinding. It's mainly populated with werewolves, lizardmen and Orcs I believe." He tells you, pointing to a few marked spots on the map. "As for now... have a beer, find a party who needs one more, and just keep going. You'll get there." He nods before he heads to another customer.

"Well... great. The advice is to do what I'm already doing. Useful." You sigh and shake your head before you take another few gulps of beer. Once your thirst is quenched, you decide to do as he suggested and head towards the nearest group.

The next morning, you are standing in front of the dungeon, impatiently pacing back and forth as you wait for the others to join you. The thick pine trees obscure most of the terrain, this cavern entrance rising from the ground in the midst of this small clearing. You can hear the occasional melody of a bird and the wind rustling the trees. You keep glancing back to the entrance, hoping to see the telltale flicker of a teleporting adventurer. However, as seems to be the case every single time, the three spaces on your display begin to blink.

Connectivity Issue

Connectivity Issue

Connectivity Issue

"Fucking hell! I can't catch a break!" You yell into the forest, slamming a nearby tree with your fist hard enough to splinter the bark and leaving you cursing in pain. You let yourself breath for a minute before you pull out your teleportation orb.

"Bravestone tavern." You demand. The orb glows red.

You May Not Teleport While Enemies Are Nearby.

You spin around, grasping at your sword and pulling it from the scabbard in one swift motion, only for your heart to sink to the pit of your stomach as you see the glowing red characters above its head: 265.

"Fuck..." You murmur, the sword slipping from your limp fingers.

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If you've made it this far, thank you and I hope you enjoyed the background to my prompt!

In case you haven't already worked it out, the idea is that you would be an adventurer/hero/mercenary in a fantasy world that works similarly to many RPGs that you can play. Your level displays above your head, you can teleport to locations via a teleportation orb, you can 'party up' with others to try and complete dungeons and raids... but the twist is that this is your world. You aren't part of a game or a simulation, this is your normal! Partying up, loot drops, teleportation... it's all simply how your world works!

The second part, which I've alluded to in the title, is that you stumble upon a way to break the levelling system in the world by, you guessed it, by getting fucked! More specifically, by getting fucked by all sorts of monsters, myths and creatures who you're usually given a bounty to kill.

So, in terms of the scenario itself, this is a longterm, GM-style scene where your character begins her adventure by finding out about this exploit that can be used to level incredibly quickly. Thankfully, there aren't any developers or technicians to fix it either, meaning you can use and abuse it as much as you like. I am looking for a creative, detailed partner who would love to explore a monster-filled world and, at the same time, break her world in the best possible way.

Perhaps you'd like to explore this bug more: do different monsters give you more/less levels? What about multiple monsters at once? What if there's more than one adventurer - are the levels divided? There's definitely lots of "research" that can be done.

Anyway, I know this is incredibly niche and specific but I hope that one (or more!) of you still reading are interested enough to drop me a Chat. Please let me know if you're open to Discord too.

Until then, happy adventuring!

You sigh with annoyance and frustration as you slump down on the wooden stool in front of the bar, your gauntleted hands hitting the bar with a resounding thud. It's raucous inside the timber-framed building, the sound of tankards slamming on tables, the bellowing laughter from the myriad of mercenaries, fighters and adventurers, the clamour of drunken tales and fables, the metallic undercurrent of weapons and armour... it all was mixing together in a cacophony of adventure and mirth. However, your scowling face seems to only frown further as you attempt to drown out the revelry.

"What can I get for ya, lassie?" The barkeep interrupts your thoughts, the older man polishing a tankard, his shirt stained with beer and food from this evening.

"Beer." You demand with a snap to your voice, placing down a gold piece on the bar. The man nods wordlessly, swiping the gold piece away and, less than thirty seconds later, a large tankard of beer is slammed down before you, the head frothing over the side and sliding down to add another stain to the wood.

"What's troublin' ya?" The barkeep asks, no doubt wanting to guide you towards another quest, or bounty.

You glance up above your head to where, in faintly glowing characters, your level was displayed: 56.

"Where do I start? I've been grinding for weeks and I've barely gained ten levels. I've tried to join mercenary groups, adventuring parties, I've grinded over thirty bounties on my own! All of that and I'm still stuck at this." You say, gesturing above your head vaguely before you half-turn on your seat to regard the groups of adventurers milling about the busy tavern.

"Look! Ninety, One hundred and twenty, eighty-five.... shit, that group over there are in the two hundreds! How the hell can I ever possibly hope to get up there when it's so slow!?" You bark, anger written across your face as the barkeep nods sagely.

"And don't bother suggesting I try more groups. Half the time they fall apart halfway through a bounty, or they never even turn up. It's ridiculous." You sigh, pausing to take a deep gulp of beer.

"I am sorry to hear that." The barkeep says, his gruff voice booming out over the background raucousness. "But I can't offer much help. You've just got to keep grinding away and you'll get there in no time." He says before he reaches under the bar to produce a map drawn in charcoal on some leather.

"Have this. It's a map of Morgorn, to the north. I wouldn't venture up there at your level, but there's plenty of dungeons and bounties up there which you could get to with a little bit more grinding. It's mainly populated with werewolves, lizardmen and Orcs I believe." He tells you, pointing to a few marked spots on the map. "As for now... have a beer, find a party who needs one more, and just keep going. You'll get there." He nods before he heads to another customer.

"Well... great. The advice is to do what I'm already doing. Useful." You sigh and shake your head before you take another few gulps of beer. Once your thirst is quenched, you decide to do as he suggested and head towards the nearest group.

The next morning, you are standing in front of the dungeon, impatiently pacing back and forth as you wait for the others to join you. The thick pine trees obscure most of the terrain, this cavern entrance rising from the ground in the midst of this small clearing. You can hear the occasional melody of a bird and the wind rustling the trees. You keep glancing back to the entrance, hoping to see the telltale flicker of a teleporting adventurer. However, as seems to be the case every single time, the three spaces on your display begin to blink.

Connectivity Issue

Connectivity Issue

Connectivity Issue

"Fucking hell! I can't catch a break!" You yell into the forest, slamming a nearby tree with your fist hard enough to splinter the bark and leaving you cursing in pain. You let yourself breath for a minute before you pull out your teleportation orb.

"Bravestone tavern." You demand. The orb glows red.

You May Not Teleport While Enemies Are Nearby.

You spin around, grasping at your sword and pulling it from the scabbard in one swift motion, only for your heart to sink to the pit of your stomach as you see the glowing red characters above its head: 265.

"Fuck..." You murmur, the sword slipping from your limp fingers.

------

If you've made it this far, thank you and I hope you enjoyed the background to my prompt!

In case you haven't already worked it out, the idea is that you would be an adventurer/hero/mercenary in a fantasy world that works similarly to many RPGs that you can play. Your level displays above your head, you can teleport to locations via a teleportation orb, you can 'party up' with others to try and complete dungeons and raids... but the twist is that this is your world. You aren't part of a game or a simulation, this is your normal! Partying up, loot drops, teleportation... it's all simply how your world works!

The second part, which I've alluded to in the title, is that you stumble upon a way to break the levelling system in the world by, you guessed it, by getting fucked! More specifically, by getting fucked by all sorts of monsters, myths and creatures who you're usually given a bounty to kill.

So, in terms of the scenario itself, this is a longterm, GM-style scene where your character begins her adventure by finding out about this exploit that can be used to level incredibly quickly. Thankfully, there aren't any developers or technicians to fix it either, meaning you can use and abuse it as much as you like. I am looking for a creative, detailed partner who would love to explore a monster-filled world and, at the same time, break her world in the best possible way.

Perhaps you'd like to explore this bug more: do different monsters give you more/less levels? What about multiple monsters at once? What if there's more than one adventurer - are the levels divided? There's definitely lots of "research" that can be done.

Anyway, I know this is incredibly niche and specific but I hope that one (or more!) of you still reading are interested enough to drop me a Chat. Please let me know if you're open to Discord too.

Until then, happy adventuring!

You sigh with annoyance and frustration as you slump down on the wooden stool in front of the bar, your gauntleted hands hitting the bar with a resounding thud. It's raucous inside the timber-framed building, the sound of tankards slamming on tables, the bellowing laughter from the myriad of mercenaries, fighters and adventurers, the clamour of drunken tales and fables, the metallic undercurrent of weapons and armour... it all was mixing together in a cacophony of adventure and mirth. However, your scowling face seems to only frown further as you attempt to drown out the revelry.

"What can I get for ya, lassie?" The barkeep interrupts your thoughts, the older man polishing a tankard, his shirt stained with beer and food from this evening.

"Beer." You demand with a snap to your voice, placing down a gold piece on the bar. The man nods wordlessly, swiping the gold piece away and, less than thirty seconds later, a large tankard of beer is slammed down before you, the head frothing over the side and sliding down to add another stain to the wood.

"What's troublin' ya?" The barkeep asks, no doubt wanting to guide you towards another quest, or bounty.

You glance up above your head to where, in faintly glowing characters, your level was displayed: 56.

"Where do I start? I've been grinding for weeks and I've barely gained ten levels. I've tried to join mercenary groups, adventuring parties, I've grinded over thirty bounties on my own! All of that and I'm still stuck at this." You say, gesturing above your head vaguely before you half-turn on your seat to regard the groups of adventurers milling about the busy tavern.

"Look! Ninety, One hundred and twenty, eighty-five.... shit, that group over there are in the two hundreds! How the hell can I ever possibly hope to get up there when it's so slow!?" You bark, anger written across your face as the barkeep nods sagely.

"And don't bother suggesting I try more groups. Half the time they fall apart halfway through a bounty, or they never even turn up. It's ridiculous." You sigh, pausing to take a deep gulp of beer.

"I am sorry to hear that." The barkeep says, his gruff voice booming out over the background raucousness. "But I can't offer much help. You've just got to keep grinding away and you'll get there in no time." He says before he reaches under the bar to produce a map drawn in charcoal on some leather.

"Have this. It's a map of Morgorn, to the north. I wouldn't venture up there at your level, but there's plenty of dungeons and bounties up there which you could get to with a little bit more grinding. It's mainly populated with werewolves, lizardmen and Orcs I believe." He tells you, pointing to a few marked spots on the map. "As for now... have a beer, find a party who needs one more, and just keep going. You'll get there." He nods before he heads to another customer.

"Well... great. The advice is to do what I'm already doing. Useful." You sigh and shake your head before you take another few gulps of beer. Once your thirst is quenched, you decide to do as he suggested and head towards the nearest group.

The next morning, you are standing in front of the dungeon, impatiently pacing back and forth as you wait for the others to join you. The thick pine trees obscure most of the terrain, this cavern entrance rising from the ground in the midst of this small clearing. You can hear the occasional melody of a bird and the wind rustling the trees. You keep glancing back to the entrance, hoping to see the telltale flicker of a teleporting adventurer. However, as seems to be the case every single time, the three spaces on your display begin to blink.

Connectivity Issue

Connectivity Issue

Connectivity Issue

"Fucking hell! I can't catch a break!" You yell into the forest, slamming a nearby tree with your fist hard enough to splinter the bark and leaving you cursing in pain. You let yourself breath for a minute before you pull out your teleportation orb.

"Bravestone tavern." You demand. The orb glows red.

You May Not Teleport While Enemies Are Nearby.

You spin around, grasping at your sword and pulling it from the scabbard in one swift motion, only for your heart to sink to the pit of your stomach as you see the glowing red characters above its head: 265.

"Fuck..." You murmur, the sword slipping from your limp fingers.

------

If you've made it this far, thank you and I hope you enjoyed the background to my prompt!

In case you haven't already worked it out, the idea is that you would be an adventurer/hero/mercenary in a fantasy world that works similarly to many RPGs that you can play. Your level displays above your head, you can teleport to locations via a teleportation orb, you can 'party up' with others to try and complete dungeons and raids... but the twist is that this is your world. You aren't part of a game or a simulation, this is your normal! Partying up, loot drops, teleportation... it's all simply how your world works!

The second part, which I've alluded to in the title, is that you stumble upon a way to break the levelling system in the world by, you guessed it, by getting fucked! More specifically, by getting fucked by all sorts of monsters, myths and creatures who you're usually given a bounty to kill.

So, in terms of the scenario itself, this is a longterm, GM-style scene where your character begins her adventure by finding out about this exploit that can be used to level incredibly quickly. Thankfully, there aren't any developers or technicians to fix it either, meaning you can use and abuse it as much as you like. I am looking for a creative, detailed partner who would love to explore a monster-filled world and, at the same time, break her world in the best possible way.

Perhaps you'd like to explore this bug more: do different monsters give you more/less levels? What about multiple monsters at once? What if there's more than one adventurer - are the levels divided? There's definitely lots of "research" that can be done.

Anyway, I know this is incredibly niche and specific but I hope that one (or more!) of you still reading are interested enough to drop me a Chat. Please let me know if you're open to Discord too.

Until then, happy adventuring!

You sigh with annoyance and frustration as you slump down on the wooden stool in front of the bar, your gauntleted hands hitting the bar with a resounding thud. It's raucous inside the timber-framed building, the sound of tankards slamming on tables, the bellowing laughter from the myriad of mercenaries, fighters and adventurers, the clamour of drunken tales and fables, the metallic undercurrent of weapons and armour... it all was mixing together in a cacophony of adventure and mirth. However, your scowling face seems to only frown further as you attempt to drown out the revelry.

"What can I get for ya, lassie?" The barkeep interrupts your thoughts, the older man polishing a tankard, his shirt stained with beer and food from this evening.

"Beer." You demand with a snap to your voice, placing down a gold piece on the bar. The man nods wordlessly, swiping the gold piece away and, less than thirty seconds later, a large tankard of beer is slammed down before you, the head frothing over the side and sliding down to add another stain to the wood.

"What's troublin' ya?" The barkeep asks, no doubt wanting to guide you towards another quest, or bounty.

You glance up above your head to where, in faintly glowing characters, your level was displayed: 56.

"Where do I start? I've been grinding for weeks and I've barely gained ten levels. I've tried to join mercenary groups, adventuring parties, I've grinded over thirty bounties on my own! All of that and I'm still stuck at this." You say, gesturing above your head vaguely before you half-turn on your seat to regard the groups of adventurers milling about the busy tavern.

"Look! Ninety, One hundred and twenty, eighty-five.... shit, that group over there are in the two hundreds! How the hell can I ever possibly hope to get up there when it's so slow!?" You bark, anger written across your face as the barkeep nods sagely.

"And don't bother suggesting I try more groups. Half the time they fall apart halfway through a bounty, or they never even turn up. It's ridiculous." You sigh, pausing to take a deep gulp of beer.

"I am sorry to hear that." The barkeep says, his gruff voice booming out over the background raucousness. "But I can't offer much help. You've just got to keep grinding away and you'll get there in no time." He says before he reaches under the bar to produce a map drawn in charcoal on some leather.

"Have this. It's a map of Morgorn, to the north. I wouldn't venture up there at your level, but there's plenty of dungeons and bounties up there which you could get to with a little bit more grinding. It's mainly populated with werewolves, lizardmen and Orcs I believe." He tells you, pointing to a few marked spots on the map. "As for now... have a beer, find a party who needs one more, and just keep going. You'll get there." He nods before he heads to another customer.

"Well... great. The advice is to do what I'm already doing. Useful." You sigh and shake your head before you take another few gulps of beer. Once your thirst is quenched, you decide to do as he suggested and head towards the nearest group.

The next morning, you are standing in front of the dungeon, impatiently pacing back and forth as you wait for the others to join you. The thick pine trees obscure most of the terrain, this cavern entrance rising from the ground in the midst of this small clearing. You can hear the occasional melody of a bird and the wind rustling the trees. You keep glancing back to the entrance, hoping to see the telltale flicker of a teleporting adventurer. However, as seems to be the case every single time, the three spaces on your display begin to blink.

Connectivity Issue

Connectivity Issue

Connectivity Issue

"Fucking hell! I can't catch a break!" You yell into the forest, slamming a nearby tree with your fist hard enough to splinter the bark and leaving you cursing in pain. You let yourself breath for a minute before you pull out your teleportation orb.

"Bravestone tavern." You demand. The orb glows red.

You May Not Teleport While Enemies Are Nearby.

You spin around, grasping at your sword and pulling it from the scabbard in one swift motion, only for your heart to sink to the pit of your stomach as you see the glowing red characters above its head: 265.

"Fuck..." You murmur, the sword slipping from your limp fingers.

------

If you've made it this far, thank you and I hope you enjoyed the background to my prompt!

In case you haven't already worked it out, the idea is that you would be an adventurer/hero/mercenary in a fantasy world that works similarly to many RPGs that you can play. Your level displays above your head, you can teleport to locations via a teleportation orb, you can 'party up' with others to try and complete dungeons and raids... but the twist is that this is your world. You aren't part of a game or a simulation, this is your normal! Partying up, loot drops, teleportation... it's all simply how your world works!

The second part, which I've alluded to in the title, is that you stumble upon a way to break the levelling system in the world by, you guessed it, by getting fucked! More specifically, by getting fucked by all sorts of monsters, myths and creatures who you're usually given a bounty to kill.

So, in terms of the scenario itself, this is a longterm, GM-style scene where your character begins her adventure by finding out about this exploit that can be used to level incredibly quickly. Thankfully, there aren't any developers or technicians to fix it either, meaning you can use and abuse it as much as you like. I am looking for a creative, detailed partner who would love to explore a monster-filled world and, at the same time, break her world in the best possible way.

Perhaps you'd like to explore this bug more: do different monsters give you more/less levels? What about multiple monsters at once? What if there's more than one adventurer - are the levels divided? There's definitely lots of "research" that can be done.

Anyway, I know this is incredibly niche and specific but I hope that one (or more!) of you still reading are interested enough to drop me a Chat. Please let me know if you're open to Discord too.

Until then, happy adventuring!

You sigh with annoyance and frustration as you slump down on the wooden stool in front of the bar, your gauntleted hands hitting the bar with a resounding thud. It's raucous inside the timber-framed building, the sound of tankards slamming on tables, the bellowing laughter from the myriad of mercenaries, fighters and adventurers, the clamour of drunken tales and fables, the metallic undercurrent of weapons and armour... it all was mixing together in a cacophony of adventure and mirth. However, your scowling face seems to only frown further as you attempt to drown out the revelry.

"What can I get for ya, lassie?" The barkeep interrupts your thoughts, the older man polishing a tankard, his shirt stained with beer and food from this evening.

"Beer." You demand with a snap to your voice, placing down a gold piece on the bar. The man nods wordlessly, swiping the gold piece away and, less than thirty seconds later, a large tankard of beer is slammed down before you, the head frothing over the side and sliding down to add another stain to the wood.

"What's troublin' ya?" The barkeep asks, no doubt wanting to guide you towards another quest, or bounty.

You glance up above your head to where, in faintly glowing characters, your level was displayed: 56.

"Where do I start? I've been grinding for weeks and I've barely gained ten levels. I've tried to join mercenary groups, adventuring parties, I've grinded over thirty bounties on my own! All of that and I'm still stuck at this." You say, gesturing above your head vaguely before you half-turn on your seat to regard the groups of adventurers milling about the busy tavern.

"Look! Ninety, One hundred and twenty, eighty-five.... shit, that group over there are in the two hundreds! How the hell can I ever possibly hope to get up there when it's so slow!?" You bark, anger written across your face as the barkeep nods sagely.

"And don't bother suggesting I try more groups. Half the time they fall apart halfway through a bounty, or they never even turn up. It's ridiculous." You sigh, pausing to take a deep gulp of beer.

"I am sorry to hear that." The barkeep says, his gruff voice booming out over the background raucousness. "But I can't offer much help. You've just got to keep grinding away and you'll get there in no time." He says before he reaches under the bar to produce a map drawn in charcoal on some leather.

"Have this. It's a map of Morgorn, to the north. I wouldn't venture up there at your level, but there's plenty of dungeons and bounties up there which you could get to with a little bit more grinding. It's mainly populated with werewolves, lizardmen and Orcs I believe." He tells you, pointing to a few marked spots on the map. "As for now... have a beer, find a party who needs one more, and just keep going. You'll get there." He nods before he heads to another customer.

"Well... great. The advice is to do what I'm already doing. Useful." You sigh and shake your head before you take another few gulps of beer. Once your thirst is quenched, you decide to do as he suggested and head towards the nearest group.

The next morning, you are standing in front of the dungeon, impatiently pacing back and forth as you wait for the others to join you. The thick pine trees obscure most of the terrain, this cavern entrance rising from the ground in the midst of this small clearing. You can hear the occasional melody of a bird and the wind rustling the trees. You keep glancing back to the entrance, hoping to see the telltale flicker of a teleporting adventurer. However, as seems to be the case every single time, the three spaces on your display begin to blink.

Connectivity Issue

Connectivity Issue

Connectivity Issue

"Fucking hell! I can't catch a break!" You yell into the forest, slamming a nearby tree with your fist hard enough to splinter the bark and leaving you cursing in pain. You let yourself breath for a minute before you pull out your teleportation orb.

"Bravestone tavern." You demand. The orb glows red.

You May Not Teleport While Enemies Are Nearby.

You spin around, grasping at your sword and pulling it from the scabbard in one swift motion, only for your heart to sink to the pit of your stomach as you see the glowing red characters above its head: 265.

"Fuck..." You murmur, the sword slipping from your limp fingers.

------

If you've made it this far, thank you and I hope you enjoyed the background to my prompt!

In case you haven't already worked it out, the idea is that you would be an adventurer/hero/mercenary in a fantasy world that works similarly to many RPGs that you can play. Your level displays above your head, you can teleport to locations via a teleportation orb, you can 'party up' with others to try and complete dungeons and raids... but the twist is that this is your world. You aren't part of a game or a simulation, this is your normal! Partying up, loot drops, teleportation... it's all simply how your world works!

The second part, which I've alluded to in the title, is that you stumble upon a way to break the levelling system in the world by, you guessed it, by getting fucked! More specifically, by getting fucked by all sorts of monsters, myths and creatures who you're usually given a bounty to kill.

So, in terms of the scenario itself, this is a longterm, GM-style scene where your character begins her adventure by finding out about this exploit that can be used to level incredibly quickly. Thankfully, there aren't any developers or technicians to fix it either, meaning you can use and abuse it as much as you like. I am looking for a creative, detailed partner who would love to explore a monster-filled world and, at the same time, break her world in the best possible way.

Perhaps you'd like to explore this bug more: do different monsters give you more/less levels? What about multiple monsters at once? What if there's more than one adventurer - are the levels divided? There's definitely lots of "research" that can be done.

Anyway, I know this is incredibly niche and specific but I hope that one (or more!) of you still reading are interested enough to drop me a Chat. Please let me know if you're open to Discord too.

Until then, happy adventuring!

Despite being in university, you're still living at home. It's a pretty sweet gig - no rent, free food, meals cooked for you, and the comfort of your own home. The house itself is beautiful but, over the years, you've come to realise that your Dad only really cares about the basement. It's his one place of peace - your mother never ventures down there - and a place where he goes whenever he needs an escape. It's a typical man-cave: large TV, a beer fridge, a chipped and stained coffee table, a few ratty old sofas that are stained and threadbare and boxes of rubbish which can't yet be thrown away, although the reason why has long since been forgotten. The AC has been broken for over ten years, making it stuffy and hot, but that doesn't seem to deter the men!

Most Friday nights, a group of your Dad's friends, and their wives, come over to the house. They're exactly the type of men you would expect: heavyset, beer-bellied, tall and imposing. Whenever you'd talk about them to your friends at university, the term Dad-bod would always enter the conversation. Whether they had one, or had gone slightly further than that... well, that depends on your view! Whatever the case may be, as the wives whisk your Mum off to a bar or nightclub for some well-deserved relaxing, the men head down into the basement to play Poker, drink beer and chat. It's a pretty well-oiled routine. You've always simply stayed upstairs in your room, only bumping into one of the guys every so often in the kitchen, often accompanied by some comments about your looks, or a post you made on Instagram recently.

But this Friday is rather different. Your Dad has already been complaining all morning that he might have to go into work that night. Something about being "on call". Your mother had simply rolled her eyes and made a comment to you about how he might need to *actually* work for once. Which is why, come 8PM, your Dad was swearing in the kitchen, yelling about where his keys had been put (exactly where he'd left them that morning), trying to book an Uber as he'd already had enough beers to make the roads blurry. As the front door slams, your phone vibrates.

*I've had to go into work. Mark, Graham, Charlie and Justin are staying downstairs for the evening. If they get rowdy, just tell them to pack it in. Oh, and maybe bring them down a fresh case of beer in a little while... they'll probably have run out. Love you!*

What's Friday night without an errand to do for your Dad?

---

Hello! I hope you enjoyed that quick prompt to set the scene! I am looking to play as a bunch of pervy men who are hanging out in your house's basement. The type that make lecherous comments about you. The type that always stare at you during the family BBQ - perhaps it's the bikini - behind sunglasses. The type that you *know* follow you on Instagram and Twitter to see all those lovely thirst traps and holiday photos you post regularly. I expect these men to not be afraid of making comments or even touching you inappropriately, they're men after all.

For your character, I would like to avoid the whole DDlg and innocence kinks. You're in university, you've certainly experienced plenty already. It's hard not to enjoy the attention that comes with being a young woman! Things like thirst traps, discussions about whether OnlyFans is a viable career option, bikini photos that you *know* will attract a certain kind of man... no wonder those middle-aged men are watching!

If you're interested, please drop me a Chat and let me know if Discord is an option!

Major Kinks: Contrasting Bodies, The Generational Divide, Incest, One Hot/One Not.

Kinks: Anal, Sloppy Blowjobs, Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex, Condon-Play, Creampies, Facials, Large Cumloads, Large Cocks, Sweaty Sex, Outfits, Multiple Positions, Cheating, Rimming, Risky Sex, Age Gaps, Gangbangs, Musks/Scents, Airtight.

Limits: Rape, Scat, Gore, Vore, Monsters, Animals, Pissplay, Snuff, Violence, Blood.

It was your university roommate, Jordyn, who had first talked to you about fucking an older man. The two of you had been having a few drinks in your room when the topic of preferences and 'types' came up. Perhaps it was the vodka, or perhaps she just was that open and honest with you, but she had immediately told you that she almost exclusively fucked older guys.

"When I say old, I don't mean like twenty-eight or some shit. I mean like forty or fifty!" She clarified, a look of excitement in her eyes.

The next hour was basically an question-and-answer session with Jordyn who seemed more than happy to answer any questions you had.

"You see, the men to avoid are the silver foxes. You know, the business suits, stylish hair, constantly in the gym... they're basically older version of frat guys and you'll end up being tied up or put on a fuckin' leash or something!" She explains.

"No, the type of man you need to find is the standard middle-aged man. You know the type: Dad-bod, beer-bellies, hairy, hell, even if they're married! They fuck like you've given them a second chance at life. Just picture it. You're in your fifties, bedroom is fuckin' dead because your wife is a prude, kids are always fighting and yelling. Then along comes a girl half your age and she is basically ready to fulfil all your fantasies. You know that the guy is going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!" She giggles before leaning in.

"If you want a little piece of advice... barely any of these guys get sucked off. If they do have sex with their wife, it's strictly missionary. So as soon as you suck their cock, they're under your spell!" She winks.

That conversation is still in your head even back home having a well-deserved break from your university lectures. It's not like there's a shortage of that type of man either: your next-door neighbour, some of your Dad's friends, a few of your friends had Dad's who definitely fit that bill, there's even a few of the men down the local pub that could work...

Hello! I hope you enjoyed my prompt.

If you cannot already tell, I am looking to explore a scene where a younger woman tests the waters with a significantly older man. The central themes for this are Contrasting Bodies, Age Gaps, Musks/Scents, Cheating and plenty more (kinks below).

I would love to find a partner that doesn't want to jump right in but instead would like to take some time to create a fun situation and setting and dive into the details.

For your character, I would like to avoid the whole DDlg and innocence kinks. You're in university, you've certainly experienced plenty already. It's hard not to enjoy the attention that comes with being a young woman! Things like thirst traps, discussions about whether OnlyFans is a viable career option, bikini photos that you know will attract a certain kind of man...

If you're interested, please drop me a Chat or PM! I am also willing to move to Discord too if that is an option for you.

Major Kinks: Contrasting Bodies, The Generational Divide, One Hot/One Not.

Kinks: Anal, Sloppy Blowjobs, Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex, Condon-Play, Creampies, Facials, Large Cumloads, Large Cocks, Sweaty Sex, Outfits, Multiple Positions, Cheating, Rimming, Risky Sex, Age Gaps, Gangbangs, Musks/Scents, Airtight.

Limits: Rape, Scat, Gore, Vore, Monsters, Animals, Pissplay, Snuff, Violence, Blood.

You'd only just got settled in your new place when you saw him.

To be honest, it was him who had seen you first.

Your bedroom window looked right into his. His bedroom window looked right into yours.

The same window you changed at every morning.

The same window opposite where you made sure to do a "fit check" for your friends.

The same window where you'd set up your camera to film for Instagram.

The same window where you'd get dressed in the mornings... and undressed at night.

It had never occurred to you to draw the blinds.

Your neighbour certainly wasn't a man you'd tend to think about. The wrong side of fifty, hair beginning to grey and youthful muscles slowly being replaced. You hadn't seen a wife... but that didn't mean too much.

What you had seen was his silhouette watching.

His dark eyes focused entirely on you.

His lips tugged into a appreciative "O" of awe.

He wasn't a man you'd ever think about. So why was he always on your mind? Why was he always watching?

You knew the answer to one question. Perhaps it was time to figure out the answer to the other.

---

Hello! Today I'm looking for a partner interested in exploring an idea that focuses on a young woman and her much older neighbour who happens to get a private show every evening.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on how this is twisted from "innocent" watching to something far more kinky. Do you live with your parents? Is he married? The choice is ours!

For your character, I would like to avoid the whole DDlg and innocence kinks. You're sex-psotive, you've certainly experienced plenty already. It's hard to not enjoy the attention that comes with being a young woman, even if the attention comes from a man who could be older than your own father! Things like thirst traps, whether OnlyFans is a viable career option, bikini photos that you *know* will attract a certain kind of man are common themes of discussion among your friendship group.

If you're interested, please drop me a Chat and let me know if Discord is an option!

Major Kinks: Contrasting Bodies, The Generational Divide, One Hot/One Not.

Kinks: Anal, Sloppy Blowjobs, Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex, Condon-Play, Creampies, Facials, Large Cumloads, Large Cocks, Sweaty Sex, Outfits, Multiple Positions, Cheating, Rimming, Risky Sex, Age Gaps, Gangbangs, Musks/Scents, Airtight.

Limits: Rape, Scat, Gore, Vore, Monsters, Animals, Pissplay, Snuff, Violence, Blood.

"Hey you... is this too much for tonight? 👀👀"

Picture Message

Your heart was thumping, nervous and excited in equal measure as you imagined what the reaction on the other end of that phone might be.

You tossed your phone onto your bed and tried to take your mind off what you'd just done. The dozen-or-so outfits you'd tried on were still strewn across your bedroom, each one more slutty and daring than the last. The final one - the one you still were wearing - left little to the imagination. The pose you had pulled in the selfie left even less!

Why weren't they responding?

You didn't often pluck up the courage to send such a filthy photo... you expected a bit more of a response!

Bzzzz

Your phone vibrated, the screen lighting up as a message arrived. The vibrating hadn't even stopped when you snatched the phone back up.

"Err... did you mean to send this to me? Looks like you've got a fun night planned!"

Your heart stops. The name at the top isn't right... THE NAME AT THE TOP ISN'T RIGHT!

Panic sets in as you picture the person behind the screen. It's already too late. They've seen the photo. They've read your text. It's not like someone can unsee something!

Your thumbs quickly tap on the screen of your phone as you reply.

"I'm so sorry ----- That wasn't meant for you!! I'm really sorry!"

Delivered turns to Read immediately... they're still in messenger. They're definitely still looking at that photo!

All thoughts of the evening have fallen away from you now as you see the bubbles pop up.

They're typing...

---

Hello! I hope you enjoyed my take on this rather cliché, and extremely fun idea. I'm looking for a partner to explore a world where your thumb slips when sending a risqué text and it ends up going to the wrong person.

Who is this wrong person?

Is it your neighbour? Perhaps your lecturer? A friend of your Dad? Maybe your brother's mate! Your best friend's Dad? Your driving instructor? Your boss? A colleague from work? There's just so many options! So many amazing ways that this could be taken.

I'd love to expand this in the future but, at least at the start, would like to remain on phones - texting back and forth as the temperature slowly rises.

I'd also like to discuss it - so please don't dive right in. Perhaps the mystery man is married? Or someone you have had a history with? Perhaps someone who you'd never go on a date with! Let me know your thoughts. I've put my kinks below to give you an idea of what we could involve.

If you're interested, please drop me a Chat or PM! I am also willing to move to Discord too if that is an option for you.

Kinks: Anal, Sloppy Blowjobs, Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex, Condon-Play, Creampies, Facials, Large Cumloads, Large Cocks, Sweaty Sex, Outfits, Multiple Positions, Cheating, Rimming, Risky Sex, Age Gaps, Gangbangs, Musks/Scents, Airtight, Contrasting Bodies, The Generational Divide, Incest, One Hot/One Not.

Limits: Rape, Scat, Gore, Vore, Monsters, Animals, Pissplay, Snuff, Violence, Blood.

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

You'd only just got settled in your new place when you saw him.

To be honest, it was him who had seen you first.

Your bedroom window looked right into his. His bedroom window looked right into yours.

The same window you changed at every morning.

The same window opposite where you made sure to do a "fit check" for your friends.

The same window where you'd set up your camera to film for Instagram.

The same window where you'd get dressed in the mornings... and undressed at night.

It had never occurred to you to draw the blinds.

Your neighbour certainly wasn't a man you'd tend to think about. The wrong side of fifty, hair beginning to grey and youthful muscles slowly being replaced. You hadn't seen a wife... but that didn't mean too much.

What you had seen was his silhouette watching.

His dark eyes focused entirely on you.

His lips tugged into a appreciative "O" of awe.

He wasn't a man you'd ever think about. So why was he always on your mind? Why was he always watching?

You knew the answer to one question. Perhaps it was time to figure out the answer to the other.

---

Hello! Today I'm looking for a partner interested in exploring an idea that focuses on a young woman and her much older neighbour who happens to get a private show every evening.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on how this is twisted from "innocent" watching to something far more kinky. Do you live with your parents? Is he married? The choice is ours!

For your character, I would like to avoid the whole DDlg and innocence kinks. You're sex-psotive, you've certainly experienced plenty already. It's hard to not enjoy the attention that comes with being a young woman, even if the attention comes from a man who could be older than your own father! Things like thirst traps, whether OnlyFans is a viable career option, bikini photos that you *know* will attract a certain kind of man are common themes of discussion among your friendship group.

If you're interested, please drop me a Chat and let me know if Discord is an option!

Major Kinks: Contrasting Bodies, The Generational Divide, One Hot/One Not.

Kinks: Anal, Sloppy Blowjobs, Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex, Condon-Play, Creampies, Facials, Large Cumloads, Large Cocks, Sweaty Sex, Outfits, Multiple Positions, Cheating, Rimming, Risky Sex, Age Gaps, Gangbangs, Musks/Scents, Airtight.

Limits: Rape, Scat, Gore, Vore, Monsters, Animals, Pissplay, Snuff, Violence, Blood.

"Hey you... is this too much for tonight? 👀👀"

Picture Message

Your heart was thumping, nervous and excited in equal measure as you imagined what the reaction on the other end of that phone might be.

You tossed your phone onto your bed and tried to take your mind off what you'd just done. The dozen-or-so outfits you'd tried on were still strewn across your bedroom, each one more slutty and daring than the last. The final one - the one you still were wearing - left little to the imagination. The pose you had pulled in the selfie left even less!

Why weren't they responding?

You didn't often pluck up the courage to send such a filthy photo... you expected a bit more of a response!

Bzzzz

Your phone vibrated, the screen lighting up as a message arrived. The vibrating hadn't even stopped when you snatched the phone back up.

"Err... did you mean to send this to me? Looks like you've got a fun night planned!"

Your heart stops. The name at the top isn't right... THE NAME AT THE TOP ISN'T RIGHT!

Panic sets in as you picture the person behind the screen. It's already too late. They've seen the photo. They've read your text. It's not like someone can unsee something!

Your thumbs quickly tap on the screen of your phone as you reply.

"I'm so sorry ----- That wasn't meant for you!! I'm really sorry!"

Delivered turns to Read immediately... they're still in messenger. They're definitely still looking at that photo!

All thoughts of the evening have fallen away from you now as you see the bubbles pop up.

They're typing...

---

Hello! I hope you enjoyed my take on this rather cliché, and extremely fun idea. I'm looking for a partner to explore a world where your thumb slips when sending a risqué text and it ends up going to the wrong person.

Who is this wrong person?

Is it your neighbour? Perhaps your lecturer? A friend of your Dad? Maybe your brother's mate! Your best friend's Dad? Your driving instructor? Your boss? A colleague from work? There's just so many options! So many amazing ways that this could be taken.

I'd love to expand this in the future but, at least at the start, would like to remain on phones - texting back and forth as the temperature slowly rises.

I'd also like to discuss it - so please don't dive right in. Perhaps the mystery man is married? Or someone you have had a history with? Perhaps someone who you'd never go on a date with! Let me know your thoughts. I've put my kinks below to give you an idea of what we could involve.

If you're interested, please drop me a Chat or PM! I am also willing to move to Discord too if that is an option for you.

Kinks: Anal, Sloppy Blowjobs, Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex, Condon-Play, Creampies, Facials, Large Cumloads, Large Cocks, Sweaty Sex, Outfits, Multiple Positions, Cheating, Rimming, Risky Sex, Age Gaps, Gangbangs, Musks/Scents, Airtight, Contrasting Bodies, The Generational Divide, Incest, One Hot/One Not.

Limits: Rape, Scat, Gore, Vore, Monsters, Animals, Pissplay, Snuff, Violence, Blood.

"Hey you... is this too much for tonight? 👀👀"

Picture Message

Your heart was thumping, nervous and excited in equal measure as you imagined what the reaction on the other end of that phone might be.

You tossed your phone onto your bed and tried to take your mind off what you'd just done. The dozen-or-so outfits you'd tried on were still strewn across your bedroom, each one more slutty and daring than the last. The final one - the one you still were wearing - left little to the imagination. The pose you had pulled in the selfie left even less!

Why weren't they responding?

You didn't often pluck up the courage to send such a filthy photo... you expected a bit more of a response!

Bzzzz

Your phone vibrated, the screen lighting up as a message arrived. The vibrating hadn't even stopped when you snatched the phone back up.

"Err... did you mean to send this to me? Looks like you've got a fun night planned!"

Your heart stops. The name at the top isn't right... THE NAME AT THE TOP ISN'T RIGHT!

Panic sets in as you picture the person behind the screen. It's already too late. They've seen the photo. They've read your text. It's not like someone can unsee something!

Your thumbs quickly tap on the screen of your phone as you reply.

"I'm so sorry ----- That wasn't meant for you!! I'm really sorry!"

Delivered turns to Read immediately... they're still in messenger. They're definitely still looking at that photo!

All thoughts of the evening have fallen away from you now as you see the bubbles pop up.

They're typing...

---

Hello! I hope you enjoyed my take on this rather cliché, and extremely fun idea. I'm looking for a partner to explore a world where your thumb slips when sending a risqué text and it ends up going to the wrong person.

Who is this wrong person?

Is it your neighbour? Perhaps your lecturer? A friend of your Dad? Maybe your brother's mate! Your best friend's Dad? Your driving instructor? Your boss? A colleague from work? There's just so many options! So many amazing ways that this could be taken.

I'd love to expand this in the future but, at least at the start, would like to remain on phones - texting back and forth as the temperature slowly rises.

I'd also like to discuss it - so please don't dive right in. Perhaps the mystery man is married? Or someone you have had a history with? Perhaps someone who you'd never go on a date with! Let me know your thoughts. I've put my kinks below to give you an idea of what we could involve.

If you're interested, please drop me a Chat or PM! I am also willing to move to Discord too if that is an option for you.

Kinks: Anal, Sloppy Blowjobs, Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex, Condon-Play, Creampies, Facials, Large Cumloads, Large Cocks, Sweaty Sex, Outfits, Multiple Positions, Cheating, Rimming, Risky Sex, Age Gaps, Gangbangs, Musks/Scents, Airtight, Contrasting Bodies, The Generational Divide, Incest, One Hot/One Not.

Limits: Rape, Scat, Gore, Vore, Monsters, Animals, Pissplay, Snuff, Violence, Blood.

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

"Hey you... is this too much for tonight? 👀👀"

Picture Message

Your heart was thumping, nervous and excited in equal measure as you imagined what the reaction on the other end of that phone might be.

You tossed your phone onto your bed and tried to take your mind off what you'd just done. The dozen-or-so outfits you'd tried on were still strewn across your bedroom, each one more slutty and daring than the last. The final one - the one you still were wearing - left little to the imagination. The pose you had pulled in the selfie left even less!

Why weren't they responding?

You didn't often pluck up the courage to send such a filthy photo... you expected a bit more of a response!

Bzzzz

Your phone vibrated, the screen lighting up as a message arrived. The vibrating hadn't even stopped when you snatched the phone back up.

"Err... did you mean to send this to me? Looks like you've got a fun night planned!"

Your heart stops. The name at the top isn't right... THE NAME AT THE TOP ISN'T RIGHT!

Panic sets in as you picture the person behind the screen. It's already too late. They've seen the photo. They've read your text. It's not like someone can unsee something!

Your thumbs quickly tap on the screen of your phone as you reply.

"I'm so sorry ----- That wasn't meant for you!! I'm really sorry!"

Delivered turns to Read immediately... they're still in messenger. They're definitely still looking at that photo!

All thoughts of the evening have fallen away from you now as you see the bubbles pop up.

They're typing...

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Hello! I hope you enjoyed my take on this rather cliché, and extremely fun idea. I'm looking for a partner to explore a world where your thumb slips when sending a risqué text and it ends up going to the wrong person.

Who is this wrong person?

Is it your neighbour? Perhaps your lecturer? A friend of your Dad? Maybe your brother's mate! Your best friend's Dad? Your driving instructor? Your boss? A colleague from work? There's just so many options! So many amazing ways that this could be taken.

I'd love to expand this in the future but, at least at the start, would like to remain on phones - texting back and forth as the temperature slowly rises.

I'd also like to discuss it - so please don't dive right in. Perhaps the mystery man is married? Or someone you have had a history with? Perhaps someone who you'd never go on a date with! Let me know your thoughts. I've put my kinks below to give you an idea of what we could involve.

If you're interested, please drop me a Chat or PM! I am also willing to move to Discord too if that is an option for you.

Kinks: Anal, Sloppy Blowjobs, Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex, Condon-Play, Creampies, Facials, Large Cumloads, Large Cocks, Sweaty Sex, Outfits, Multiple Positions, Cheating, Rimming, Risky Sex, Age Gaps, Gangbangs, Musks/Scents, Airtight, Contrasting Bodies, The Generational Divide, Incest, One Hot/One Not.

Limits: Rape, Scat, Gore, Vore, Monsters, Animals, Pissplay, Snuff, Violence, Blood.