u/Time-Village482

(Based on a prompt I saw a while back)

With how society expected women to get married by 24, it was difficult when the years started to stack up. The list of suitors would quickly shrink, until there was virtually nobody; at least without some covert forms of dowry. It was easier for wealthier families, for flashy weddings were still quite desirable. On the other hand, financial instability further reduced the odds. So when a 26 years old Ruchi was on the lookout for a potential husband, the matches she was suggested could be counted on a single hand, and they all had various demands that were borderline impossible to meet.

Hailing from humble roots, the family couldn't even afford a flashy wedding, to say nothing of all the extravagant additions that some of them demanded. As time went by, they could feel derisive stares of nosy colony aunties, probably judging them for not even being able to fix a marriage. Ruchi herself was also under scrutiny, and the additional pressure made her desperate.

As a result, she would be extremely agreeable in the marriage "interviews", often agreeing to conditions like being a stay at home mother, or not visiting back home after marriage and so on, but even agreeing to these wasn't enough. There was always a talk of finances, and things would break off after the would-be grooms realised she wouldn't be giving anything monetary. A few months passed in the manner, with the family's desperation growing. The parents would constantly coach Ruchi to agree to any demands as long as it wasn't money related, and that being a homemaker wouldn't be so bad.

Around this time, the parents managed to find another potential groom. Rahul was 25, and although he wasn't rich, he was self-sufficient. As the talks progressed, he was very clear on there being no financial obligations in his expectations. This was huge for Ruchi's parents. Although he didn't seem very serious about the whole affair, this was almost like the last chance for them. They kept telling Ruchi to just agree to whatever he expected, and to get the marriage done.

Rahul himself wasn't very interested in the marriage, but was simply playing along because his parents kept pestering him. Although, seeing how agreeable and desperate Ruchi seemed, the guy decided to take advantage of it. During one of their private meetings, he kept talking about how he didn't have any financial expectations, which was very important to Ruchi. But ge also mentioned how he wanted to be with someone who was compatible. Ruchi tried her best to be as agreeable as possible, which was when he mentioned how important sexual compatibility was for him. He didn't want to marry only to find out they weren't on the same page at all, and that he wanted to first see if they would be a good match.

This came as a huge shock to Ruchi, who herself didn't have a lot of experience. She pushed back at the idea, but his mention of maybe breaking things off there caused her to be horrified. In the end, due to how desperate the situation was, Ruchi could only try her best to be agreeable here.

Hey there, I'm looking to play out a scenario revolving around a 26-27 years old woman and a 25-26 years old guy. The guy wouldn't be very interested in the prospect of marriage, and would simply be playing along, while the woman and her family ve desperate for it to happen. The guy would take advantage of the situation, by trying to get some action before anything was even finalized, and the girl would be too conflicted and in a pinch to flat out refuse. She would try to dissuade him, but talks of breaking things off would scare her.

I want to play as the guy here, and looking for someone to play as the girl.

If this interests you, send me a message with how you see this unfolding. Also your likes and dislikes.

(Based on a prompt I saw a while back)

With how society expected women to get married by 24, it was difficult when the years started to stack up. The list of suitors would quickly shrink, until there was virtually nobody; at least without some covert forms of dowry. It was easier for wealthier families, for flashy weddings were still quite desirable. On the other hand, financial instability further reduced the odds. So when a 26 years old Ruchi was on the lookout for a potential husband, the matches she was suggested could be counted on a single hand, and they all had various demands that were borderline impossible to meet.

Hailing from humble roots, the family couldn't even afford a flashy wedding, to say nothing of all the extravagant additions that some of them demanded. As time went by, they could feel derisive stares of nosy colony aunties, probably judging them for not even being able to fix a marriage. Ruchi herself was also under scrutiny, and the additional pressure made her desperate.

As a result, she would be extremely agreeable in the marriage "interviews", often agreeing to conditions like being a stay at home mother, or not visiting back home after marriage and so on, but even agreeing to these wasn't enough. There was always a talk of finances, and things would break off after the would-be grooms realised she wouldn't be giving anything monetary. A few months passed in the manner, with the family's desperation growing. The parents would constantly coach Ruchi to agree to any demands as long as it wasn't money related, and that being a homemaker wouldn't be so bad.

Around this time, the parents managed to find another potential groom. Rahul was 25, and although he wasn't rich, he was self-sufficient. As the talks progressed, he was very clear on there being no financial obligations in his expectations. This was huge for Ruchi's parents. Although he didn't seem very serious about the whole affair, this was almost like the last chance for them. They kept telling Ruchi to just agree to whatever he expected, and to get the marriage done.

Rahul himself wasn't very interested in the marriage, but was simply playing along because his parents kept pestering him. Although, seeing how agreeable and desperate Ruchi seemed, the guy decided to take advantage of it. During one of their private meetings, he kept talking about how he didn't have any financial expectations, which was very important to Ruchi. But ge also mentioned how he wanted to be with someone who was compatible. Ruchi tried her best to be as agreeable as possible, which was when he mentioned how important sexual compatibility was for him. He didn't want to marry only to find out they weren't on the same page at all, and that he wanted to first see if they would be a good match.

This came as a huge shock to Ruchi, who herself didn't have a lot of experience. She pushed back at the idea, but his mention of maybe breaking things off there caused her to be horrified. In the end, due to how desperate the situation was, Ruchi could only try her best to be agreeable here.

Hey there, I'm looking to play out a scenario revolving around a 26-27 years old woman and a 25-26 years old guy. The guy wouldn't be very interested in the prospect of marriage, and would simply be playing along, while the woman and her family ve desperate for it to happen. The guy would take advantage of the situation, by trying to get some action before anything was even finalized, and the girl would be too conflicted and in a pinch to flat out refuse. She would try to dissuade him, but talks of breaking things off would scare her.

I want to play as the guy here, and looking for someone to play as the girl.

If this interests you, send me a message with how you see this unfolding. Also your likes and dislikes.

(Based on a prompt I saw earlier)

It was a few minutes past 4 in the afternoon, with the roads outside somewhat empty. It was a small town, leading to quite lesser bustle and traffic. The heat was blistering, causing curtains to be drawn in to keep the room relatively pleasant. The fan creaked overhead, barely able to spin beyond the 2nd speed setting. Currently, only two people could be seen in the 2 bhk apartment.

"Uhhhh ma'am... Rehne do na aaj ke liye maths. Itne numbers dekh dekh ke sir dukh raha hai mera..." the guy groaned, half complaining. He was still dressed in his school uniform, a book in front of him labelled with his name. Rahul was written, along with 12-D. He leaned back in his chair, obviously bored.

"Aise kise rehne do? Mid semester exams hai ab 1-2 mahino me. Nautanki band karo aur dhyaan do idhar. Warna aapki mummy ko bata dungi..." the woman in front of him commented, chiding him, and trying to get him to study. This was Pragati, in her 30s now. The town was pretty small, and there weren't many opportunities for employment. Even though Rahul's parents could only be considered middle-class, they could afford a tuition teacher for him. As for Pragati, the 300-400 she made monthly from this was better than nothing.

"Nahi naaa. Maths nahi, kuch aur padhte hai na. Dusra koi subject.." Rahul insisted. Although Pragati was the teacher, she couldn't be as assertive and strict as teachers in cities or coaching centres. They had plenty of opportunities to get new students. For Pragati, Rahul was the only student, and she even had to visit his house to teach. She was clearly exasperated that he wouldn't improve his maths, but she couldn't force the guy to study. "Acha theek hai. Timetable do tumhare exams ka" she eventually gave in.

Rahul was relieved as he handed the calendar to his teacher, not really too invested in study. Pragati gave the thing a look over, before putting it down. "Bio ka exam hai pehle pehle. Wo chalega na? Chalo textbook nikalo uski..." she said.

Rahul pouted unhappily. "Nahi ma'am bio kisko padhna hai. Ek kaam karte hai aaj chutti de do aap. Kal se dekhte hai".

"Nautanki mat karo. Tumhare parents ne kaha hai ache marks laane hai iss baar. Nahi laye to pitayi hogi tumhari..." she said anxiously. She wasn't really worried about him getting beat up, but a bad score would mean the parents would no longer have Rahul study under her. That would be pretty bad.

"Ehhhhh.... Hmmmm. Acha aisa karte hai. Bio ke shuru ke chapters me waise bhi body and anatomy ka hai na. Fir reproduction bhi hai detail me. Mmmm. Ma'am to fir aap practically dikhao na. Diagrams se kuch samajh nahi aata. Ye dekho, itna bhadda sa picture hai. Aap itni achi dikhti ho, to man bhi lagega padhne me. Aur ye extra..." he pulled out a note of 100 rupees, placing it on the textbook. "Aap itna ache se padhaoge uske liye" he looked at her.

Hello there! I want to play as an 18 year old Rahul, who lives in a pretty small town. Pragati would be a housewife who would also tutor him for something like 300-400 a month. Although it would be a pretty inconsequential sum, the money would go quite some way in a small town. The scenario would revolve around Rahul using money and the extremely few job prospects to get somewhat pushy and make Pragati do some "biology tutoring". Pragati could also use this opportunity to incentivise him to score better, so she wouldn't lose her job.

Send me a message if this sounds fun to you. Let me know what you'd like to see in the roleplay.

I'm open to roleplaying in Hindi, English and Gujarati.

"And that's all I wanted to talk about today. Thanks a lot for watching. You guys have been following me since I covered just the smallest indie games. I am really thankful for this journey!" Mark exclaimed enthusiastically, and sincerely, before clicking on the "End Recording" button. He sighed as he looked at the length of the video he had recorded, feeling a little tired at the thought of editting all of it thoroughly. Still, he wouldn't have it any other way.

He was just about to get into it when someone called out from behind him. "Mark, dear. Are you busy? Oh I'm so sorry, look at my manners. I should have knocked first. I feel so silly, oh god...". Mark half turned his chair to look back, seeing the woman standing there. She looked pretty attractive, with her hair recently styled, her skin glowing from a recent hot bath. The guy shook his head quickly. "Ah, Sharron! Oh don't worry about it. We're family. Uh, did you want something?" He asked.

Sharron was his sister-in-law, and had married his older brother since before Mark's youtube success. They had eventually started living together since situation at home got unstable. Sharron looked attractive, at least to Mark, whose shyness meant he didn't have much social exposure. Even his YouTube channel was a faceless one where he'd only occasionally show his keyboard and mouse while playing. Mark was 19 this year, while Sharron was quickly approaching her 32nd birthday.

"Oh, want is such a harsh word haha. Uh, I was checking the monthly catalogue of this website I follow, and a handbag I wanted is on sale right now. I was wondering if you'd buy it for me, Mark dearie??" She asked sweetly. Mark was a little taken aback at that.

"Oh uh why not. But uh you do have the money for it right? I gave it last weekend so ..." He wanted to continue, but the woman leaned in and put a finger on his lips.

"Oh hushhh sweetie. Don't you remember how I had to buy that makeup kit to surprise your brother. My, that ate so much of it. Ah, sorry, is my request too much?" She put on puppy eyes at Mark, who was staring at the screen at this point. She tiptoed a bit closer to him, standing right behind the chair, and her hands rested on his shoulders. Her fingers rubbed his shoulders softly, and made Mark shiver.

"Oh no, not too much. Um, sure, I'll uh get it for you..." The younger guy hesitated, but agreed. To that, Sharron quickly leaned down and planted a kiss on his neck.

"Oh really?? Wow, you're so generous. Thank you Mark. Mwaaah!" She gave him another peck, and then rubbed his chest for a bit, before leaving.

Hey there! I'm looking to play out a somewhat vague scenario revolving around a shy guy who found success on YouTube, and his sister-in-law who is very attracted to the money. Given his personality, the woman would use various ideas to get him to buy stuff for her, and just generally ingratiate herself to him. Things would also escalate into sexual territory when she realises that his resistance to her is super low.

If this sounds fun to you, send me a message. Would love to discuss more!

"And that's all I wanted to talk about today. Thanks a lot for watching. You guys have been following me since I covered just the smallest indie games. I am really thankful for this journey!" Mark exclaimed enthusiastically, and sincerely, before clicking on the "End Recording" button. He sighed as he looked at the length of the video he had recorded, feeling a little tired at the thought of editting all of it thoroughly. Still, he wouldn't have it any other way.

He was just about to get into it when someone called out from behind him. "Mark, dear. Are you busy? Oh I'm so sorry, look at my manners. I should have knocked first. I feel so silly, oh god...". Mark half turned his chair to look back, seeing the woman standing there. She looked pretty attractive, with her hair recently styled, her skin glowing from a recent hot bath. The guy shook his head quickly. "Ah, Sharron! Oh don't worry about it. We're family. Uh, did you want something?" He asked.

Sharron was his sister-in-law, and had married his older brother since before Mark's youtube success. They had eventually started living together since situation at home got unstable. Sharron looked attractive, at least to Mark, whose shyness meant he didn't have much social exposure. Even his YouTube channel was a faceless one where he'd only occasionally show his keyboard and mouse while playing. Mark was 19 this year, while Sharron was quickly approaching her 32nd birthday.

"Oh, want is such a harsh word haha. Uh, I was checking the monthly catalogue of this website I follow, and a handbag I wanted is on sale right now. I was wondering if you'd buy it for me, Mark dearie??" She asked sweetly. Mark was a little taken aback at that.

"Oh uh why not. But uh you do have the money for it right? I gave it last weekend so ..." He wanted to continue, but the woman leaned in and put a finger on his lips.

"Oh hushhh sweetie. Don't you remember how I had to buy that makeup kit to surprise your brother. My, that ate so much of it. Ah, sorry, is my request too much?" She put on puppy eyes at Mark, who was staring at the screen at this point. She tiptoed a bit closer to him, standing right behind the chair, and her hands rested on his shoulders. Her fingers rubbed his shoulders softly, and made Mark shiver.

"Oh no, not too much. Um, sure, I'll uh get it for you..." The younger guy hesitated, but agreed. To that, Sharron quickly leaned down and planted a kiss on his neck.

"Oh really?? Wow, you're so generous. Thank you Mark. Mwaaah!" She gave him another peck, and then rubbed his chest for a bit, before leaving.

Hey there! I'm looking to play out a somewhat vague scenario revolving around a shy guy who found success on YouTube, and his sister-in-law who is very attracted to the money. Given his personality, the woman would use various ideas to get him to buy stuff for her, and just generally ingratiate herself to him. Things would also escalate into sexual territory when she realises that his resistance to her is super low.

If this sounds fun to you, send me a message. Would love to discuss more!

Mark's throat burned as he took a swig from a red plastic cup, making a face as he looked down at the reddish purple concoction. He was only just 19, not quite the 21 required to legally drink, but nobody seemed to mind or even be concerned much. The house was small and cozy, and as such couldn't hold a lot of people. Barely a dozen or so for a party. In most party colleges, such a turnout would mean a dead party. Here, though, the chaos was somewhat manageable for the guy. Not too crowded, not too loud, he could just be left alone while he tried alcohol for the first time. Mark's head was already buzzing, shapes floating and wiggling a little in his vision.

As he took another sip, his eyes landed on the girl in the opposite corner, cheerfully discussing something out in a group. His eyes involuntarily moved down her body, taking in the pleasing proportions. Mark groaned, trying to look away, but his eyes would drift back to her within moments. However long they may be. The girl was Amelia, and someone very familiar with his family. She was 23 this year, and was dating his older brother. Since the very first time Mark saw her, some 6-8 months back, he had absolutely been enamored by how she looked, how she sounded, the way her chest would move when she turned a bit too abruptly. He had even caught her mid dressing up once, trying to leave his brother's room after spending the night. He couldn't forget the creaks and thumps coming from their room.

Mark found her very attractive, but also out of reach since she was dating his brother. He tried to have conversations with her before, but it would turn somewhat awkward when he'd blush staring at her. How he wished she wasn't seeing his brother. How he wished he had met her somewhere else. How he wished the age gap wasn't that iffy. He imagined how she'd look without that top she was currently wearing. How would it feel to maybe try and touch her. As the thoughts swirled up in his mind, Mark gulped the rest of his drink, almost tumbling back from the action.

His vision grew blurry, and all sounds felt weird, muted.

"...ark. ... oin ?" Broken words fell on his ears, a garbled mix of nonsense that he couldn't quite make sense of. As his eyes opened up, he saw Amelia waving at him and calling him over. She was saying something, but the guy couldn't quite understand it. Picking up his cup, refilling it on the way, Mark made his way towards the group. He couldn't find his brother anywhere, just his friends and his girlfriend.

"We're about to play seven minutes. You wanna join in? Or head to bed?" Amelia asked enthusiastically. Mark was confused by the game, but nodded since he'd get to play it together. The group moved to another room, before settling down on the cold floor. An empty bottle quickly put in the middle. And then it just spun and spun, and Mark saw people heading to the nearby closet and locking themselves in. Some looked put off. Some giggling. Some exasperated. The scene was quickly tuned out as Mark drank more from his cup. That was until someone shook his shoulder.

As his eyes opened, he stared down to see the bottle pointing towards him. Amelia had stood up, shrugging carelessly at the outcome. "Ehhhhh. No biggie. We just have to stay in there right? Seven minutes it is .." she walked over to the closet, before gesturing Mark to enter.

When the door closed and the inner space was submerged in darkness, Amelia seemed to placate the guy. "Don't worry. We don't have to do anything. Just stay in here for seven minutes and then done. Awww I was hoping you might pair up with Paris. She's cool, you might get along .." she mumbled. Mark was only paying a portion of attention to her words. The rest of it was consumed by how close she felt, the strange warmth and tingles. Even as Amelia tried to placate him, he leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

Hey there! I'm looking to play out a scenario between a 19 year old guy, and his brother's 23-24 years old gf. Mark would have a thing for Amelie, while we can discuss if Amelia views it all purely platonically. The close proximity and circumstances, and the drink would make Mark act impulsively, and things can then develop from there. The dynamics between the two can be discussed!

Let me know if this sounds fun to you. Looking for someone to play as Amelia here.

(Based on a prompt I saw earlier)

It was a few minutes past 4 in the afternoon, with the roads outside somewhat empty. It was a small town, leading to quite lesser bustle and traffic. The heat was blistering, causing curtains to be drawn in to keep the room relatively pleasant. The fan creaked overhead, barely able to spin beyond the 2nd speed setting. Currently, only two people could be seen in the 2 bhk apartment.

"Uhhhh ma'am... Rehne do na aaj ke liye maths. Itne numbers dekh dekh ke sir dukh raha hai mera..." the guy groaned, half complaining. He was still dressed in his school uniform, a book in front of him labelled with his name. Rahul was written, along with 12-D. He leaned back in his chair, obviously bored.

"Aise kise rehne do? Mid semester exams hai ab 1-2 mahino me. Nautanki band karo aur dhyaan do idhar. Warna aapki mummy ko bata dungi..." the woman in front of him commented, chiding him, and trying to get him to study. This was Pragati, in her 30s now. The town was pretty small, and there weren't many opportunities for employment. Even though Rahul's parents could only be considered middle-class, they could afford a tuition teacher for him. As for Pragati, the 300-400 she made monthly from this was better than nothing.

"Nahi naaa. Maths nahi, kuch aur padhte hai na. Dusra koi subject.." Rahul insisted. Although Pragati was the teacher, she couldn't be as assertive and strict as teachers in cities or coaching centres. They had plenty of opportunities to get new students. For Pragati, Rahul was the only student, and she even had to visit his house to teach. She was clearly exasperated that he wouldn't improve his maths, but she couldn't force the guy to study. "Acha theek hai. Timetable do tumhare exams ka" she eventually gave in.

Rahul was relieved as he handed the calendar to his teacher, not really too invested in study. Pragati gave the thing a look over, before putting it down. "Bio ka exam hai pehle pehle. Wo chalega na? Chalo textbook nikalo uski..." she said.

Rahul pouted unhappily. "Nahi ma'am bio kisko padhna hai. Ek kaam karte hai aaj chutti de do aap. Kal se dekhte hai".

"Nautanki mat karo. Tumhare parents ne kaha hai ache marks laane hai iss baar. Nahi laye to pitayi hogi tumhari..." she said anxiously. She wasn't really worried about him getting beat up, but a bad score would mean the parents would no longer have Rahul study under her. That would be pretty bad.

"Ehhhhh.... Hmmmm. Acha aisa karte hai. Bio ke shuru ke chapters me waise bhi body and anatomy ka hai na. Fir reproduction bhi hai detail me. Mmmm. Ma'am to fir aap practically dikhao na. Diagrams se kuch samajh nahi aata. Ye dekho, itna bhadda sa picture hai. Aap itni achi dikhti ho, to man bhi lagega padhne me. Aur ye extra..." he pulled out a note of 100 rupees, placing it on the textbook. "Aap itna ache se padhaoge uske liye" he looked at her.

Hello there! I want to play as an 18 year old Rahul, who lives in a pretty small town. Pragati would be a housewife who would also tutor him for something like 300-400 a month. Although it would be a pretty inconsequential sum, the money would go quite some way in a small town. The scenario would revolve around Rahul using money and the extremely few job prospects to get somewhat pushy and make Pragati do some "biology tutoring". Pragati could also use this opportunity to incentivise him to score better, so she wouldn't lose her job.

Send me a message if this sounds fun to you. Let me know what you'd like to see in the roleplay.

I'm open to roleplaying in Hindi, English and Gujarati.

(Based on a prompt I saw earlier)

It was a few minutes past 4 in the afternoon, with the roads outside somewhat empty. It was a small town, leading to quite lesser bustle and traffic. The heat was blistering, causing curtains to be drawn in to keep the room relatively pleasant. The fan creaked overhead, barely able to spin beyond the 2nd speed setting. Currently, only two people could be seen in the 2 bhk apartment.

"Uhhhh ma'am... Rehne do na aaj ke liye maths. Itne numbers dekh dekh ke sir dukh raha hai mera..." the guy groaned, half complaining. He was still dressed in his school uniform, a book in front of him labelled with his name. Rahul was written, along with 12-D. He leaned back in his chair, obviously bored.

"Aise kise rehne do? Mid semester exams hai ab 1-2 mahino me. Nautanki band karo aur dhyaan do idhar. Warna aapki mummy ko bata dungi..." the woman in front of him commented, chiding him, and trying to get him to study. This was Pragati, in her 30s now. The town was pretty small, and there weren't many opportunities for employment. Even though Rahul's parents could only be considered middle-class, they could afford a tuition teacher for him. As for Pragati, the 300-400 she made monthly from this was better than nothing.

"Nahi naaa. Maths nahi, kuch aur padhte hai na. Dusra koi subject.." Rahul insisted. Although Pragati was the teacher, she couldn't be as assertive and strict as teachers in cities or coaching centres. They had plenty of opportunities to get new students. For Pragati, Rahul was the only student, and she even had to visit his house to teach. She was clearly exasperated that he wouldn't improve his maths, but she couldn't force the guy to study. "Acha theek hai. Timetable do tumhare exams ka" she eventually gave in.

Rahul was relieved as he handed the calendar to his teacher, not really too invested in study. Pragati gave the thing a look over, before putting it down. "Bio ka exam hai pehle pehle. Wo chalega na? Chalo textbook nikalo uski..." she said.

Rahul pouted unhappily. "Nahi ma'am bio kisko padhna hai. Ek kaam karte hai aaj chutti de do aap. Kal se dekhte hai".

"Nautanki mat karo. Tumhare parents ne kaha hai ache marks laane hai iss baar. Nahi laye to pitayi hogi tumhari..." she said anxiously. She wasn't really worried about him getting beat up, but a bad score would mean the parents would no longer have Rahul study under her. That would be pretty bad.

"Ehhhhh.... Hmmmm. Acha aisa karte hai. Bio ke shuru ke chapters me waise bhi body and anatomy ka hai na. Fir reproduction bhi hai detail me. Mmmm. Ma'am to fir aap practically dikhao na. Diagrams se kuch samajh nahi aata. Ye dekho, itna bhadda sa picture hai. Aap itni achi dikhti ho, to man bhi lagega padhne me. Aur ye extra..." he pulled out a note of 100 rupees, placing it on the textbook. "Aap itna ache se padhaoge uske liye" he looked at her.

Hello there! I want to play as an 18 year old Rahul, who lives in a pretty small town. Pragati would be a housewife who would also tutor him for something like 300-400 a month. Although it would be a pretty inconsequential sum, the money would go quite some way in a small town. The scenario would revolve around Rahul using money and the extremely few job prospects to get somewhat pushy and make Pragati do some "biology tutoring". Pragati could also use this opportunity to incentivise him to score better, so she wouldn't lose her job.

Send me a message if this sounds fun to you. Let me know what you'd like to see in the roleplay.

I'm open to roleplaying in Hindi, English and Gujarati.

The tragedy of Rocketown was just how quaint it was, unsavory elements poking out from under the thin surface. Most mid-sized towns would have at least a couple of bars, and then some questionable places like a stripclub or the like. Rocketown had just one brewery, and then a rundown stripclub. It might have been busy once, but now, even weekends felt like weekday nights, while a weekday was practically a ghost town.

One particular day, the brewery was closed. It didn't bother the local population much. A few of them visited the stripclub for a drink, but that was basically it. One young guy was depressed at the circumstances though. Mark turned 21 that day, and had been looking forward to having a drink with his own money, showing his own ID card. With the brewery shuttered for the day though, those plans were dashed.

Mark thought to just spend the day at home, and maybe get a drink the next day, but the situation at home was less than amiable. Somewhat frustrated, the guy left, having decided to just take a walk around the place.

About half an hour later, Mark found himself under gaudy neon lights, with a horrible playlist croaking in the background. The place was practically empty, with an unenthusiastic woman twirling on the stage's pole. A jug of beer in front of the guy, a quarter empty.

"Heeeeeyyy handsome. Buy a nice sexy dance?" A voice interrupted his thoughts. Looking up, Mark saw a woman older than him, half clothed, trying to flash an encouraging smile. The guy shook his head. "No, thanks. Just here for a drink..." He mumbled, pointing at the jug.

"Aww c'mon. Just one dance! It's mandatory when you go to a stripclub ya know. Besides, you'll have a story to tell!" She insisted.

"Look, I just wanted a drink for my birthday. I wouldn't even have come here if the brewery wasn't closed. Just leave me be..." Mark took another sip.

"Oooh birthday huh!! Happy birthday! Tell you what, as a celebration, I'll cut you a deal. Buy a normal dance, and I'll give you the VIP treatment..." She blew a kiss towards him. "Those are veryyyy sought after hmmm. A nice private booth... " She gestured towards the back of the place.

Heya there! I'm looking to play a short/medium term scenario between a stripper and a birthday guy. It would be a slow day, and the stripper would think of making some buck even if the trade wasn't as good. I'm not sure exactly how I want it to end, but it'll probably be a one off thing. If you have any ideas about it, feel free to share those!

I'm looking to play as a 21 years old Mark, and looking for someone to play as the 23+ years old woman here.

Let me know if this sounds fun to you.

(Based on a prompt I saw earlier)

It was past 12 on a Saturday, and Rahul had only just gotten out of bed. With how utterly busy his weekdays would usually be from college and travelling, the 18 year old guy liked to be lazy on holidays. Getting up late, checking up on his favourite YouTube channels, before cleaning up around his tiny rented room. The place was small and congested, with just a small room and a bathroom built on the first floor. The ground floor was a decent 2bhk house where his landlord lived with the landlady.

As Rahul got off his bed, he took half an hour to freshen up. He yawned as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Tanned skin. Sorta skinny. A loose tshirt that was a little crumpled over the night. Medium short hair looking messy. He rubbed his eyes, and was about to pull his laptop out when he remembered something. He quickly pulled his phone out, checking something, before groaning in disappointment. Although the place was tiny, the rent for this single room was pretty high. He'd usually have to budget and manage his daily expenses so he could pay rent on time, but he had just bought a mattress that month, and it had eaten into his expenses. He was hoping his dad would send him the money sometime this week, and had been delaying paying the rent for 3 days now. A quick check revealed the money hadn't yet been transferred, and that made Rahul groan. He was of half a mind to just not tell his landlord about another delay, but considering how difficult it was to get another place nearby, he decided to bite the bullet.

Putting on his flipflops, Rahul quickly climbed down the stairs to the ground floor, still dressed in his shorts and loose tshirt. He rang the bell and waited, glancing towards the driveway, only to find it empty. He felt a momentary relief assuming they weren't home, but the door was quickly opened. A woman in her 40s was standing in the doorway, looking at him. "Bade jaldi subha ho gayi tumhari Rahul. Kal itna bol rahe the first thing in the morning. Khair. Chalo, bhar do rent. Sach bata rahi hu beta, ek aur mahina aisa late late kiya na, to kahi dusra ghar dekh lena tum" she held a hand out without much greetings.

Rahul felt extremely embarrassed and awkward. He paused for words, hemming and hawwing. "Uhhhmm, aunty, kal pakka bhar dunga. Aaj bank transactions me kuch to issue aya, to udhar atka hua hai. 24 hours me ho jayega resolve..." he lied, hoping she'd extend the deadline one more time. The woman just stared at him, clearly fed up with this nonsense. She was just about to flip out and tell the guy to empty his room, but she paused.

"Har baar ka late nahi chalta aise Rahul. Tumne to contract bhi nahi sign kiya hai. Aur tum bol rahe ho aur time do. Hadd hai. Par theek hai. Itne ache dil ki hu mai. Hmmm, neri peeth dukh rahi hai 2-3 din se. Daba ne me madad kar do. 1 din kya, hafta bhar ka time de dungi. Karoge?' She raised an eyebrow. Rahul was obviously taken aback since he'd never had to exchange such favours. Still, the time was a good thing, so he agreed.

Soon enough, the landlady had brought him into the living room, while she was lying on the couch. "Ha halke se dabana pehle. Fir dheere dheere wajan dalna. Mai keh rahi hu meri peeth todi na to dekhna tum. Chalo ab.." she had him start. Although Rahul didn't have much experience, it was a simple enough task.

Time passed, and she kept telling him to do this and that. Apply more pressure, apply less pressure, move his hands lower. By this point, his hands were already on her waist, and he was kinda uncomfortable. Then, the landlady looked back at him with a slight smile. "Hmmm, kaafi acha lag raha hai. Chalo, aur neeche..." she said, slightly raising her ass.

Hey there! I'm looking to play out a scenario between an 18 year old college student who's renting a room, and his late 30s/40s landlady. I want to play as Rahul, while I'm looking for someone to play as the landlady. The landlady would often be left alone at home, leading to quite some frustration. She would use the rent as an excuse to engage in some illicit action with the guy, with the focus being more on pleasing herself, while also getting off on the thrill of how exciting sneaking around would be.

If this interests you, send me a message. Tell me about how you'd want to play this out, and what you'd like to see.

For languages, I'm fine with English, or Hindi dialogues. If you'd like regional languages, then I can also work with Marathi and Gujarati.

(Based on a scenario I saw earlier)

The room was quiet and dark, with the exception of muted noises that would drift in from afar. The occasional sound of a vehicle passing by, or footsteps across the hallway outside. The curtains were slightly open, allowing the nearby streetlight to spill its dim light into the room. Against the wall, a queen size bed was set up. The covers were adequately clean, though one could see a few stains here or there if examined closely.

Rahul lay wide awake, tossing and turning on his side of the bed. He'd try closing his eyes for a few minutes, but sleep would still elude him. He grumbled, turning his head to the side, at the girl sleeping beside him. Anita was the same age as Rahul, and a childhood friend. Her parents were friends with his own, so they'd had a lot of contact. She was even in the same class as his in college. Their families had decided to take a trip together, and this was where they were staying. Both families tried to cheapen out on room costs, and thus Rahul and Ankita were stuck sharing the room.

Rahul's eyes stared at the sleeping figure for a moment. "Ankita. Jagi hui hai? Chal na cards ya aise kuch khelte hai. Neend nhi aari .." Rahul complained, poking her arm with a finger. There was no response. The guy tried again a moment later. There was a sleepy groan, and Ankita stirred to face away from him.

Rahul was annoyed, and laid back down, hoping he could sleep. Time passed. Minutes. Rahul's eyes opened in frustration again, and he was about to poke her again, when a car passed by the road, causing just enough light to highlight her figure from the back. Rahul's hand froze. He felt his face flushing a little, cheeks warm.

His hand lowered, instead of poking her arm, it poked her butt. The springiness caused Rahul's blood to pump hard, heart thumping in his chest. He poked a couple of times, before placing his palm against Ankita's ass. He wanted to squeeze, but the guilt quickly ate up at him, and he pulled his hand away. He scolded himself, turning his head away.

A couple of moments passed, and Rahul could feel movement on the mattress. He glanced towards Ankita again. She was still sleeping with her back to him, though her ass was slightly tilted this time, body a bit closer to Rahul. The guy was at a loss, and moments passed by. A short while later, Ankita's body stirred again, scooting a bit closer to Rahul again.

"Jagi hui hai...?" Rahul asked tentatively, feeling somewhat anxious. No reply. His hand hesitantly moved down to Ankita's ass again, palm gripping a cheek. His fingers pressed in slightly, and he could feel her hips pushing against it.

Hey there. I want to play out a scenario between two childhood friends, who are stuck in the same hotel room while on a trip. Both would like each other here, and the slight prodding would cause things to turn pretty heated soon. I'm looking for someone to play as Ankita here. Both of them would be 18-19, and in college.

Let me know if this interests you.

It was late into the night when Mark finally heard the sound of the door rattling a little. The metallic jangle of keys being chaotically flipped over, the slight scratch as an unsteady hand pushed it in the keyhole, and then the familiar rusty click. A woman stood in the doorway, wearing an evening dress, hair a bit ruffled and messy, carrying a handbag.

"Oww oww fucker refused to cum. My jaw was starting to hurt ugh..." She groaned as she threw the bag on a couch, and simply kicked her heels away. She then sauntered over to the couch herself, and plopped down besides the bag. "Dammit, I still have to work in the morning. Ugh. What are you waiting for? Just get me some water or something Mark!"

Mark, 19 years old, rolled his eyes at the state his mother seemed to be in after a night of partying. He didn't really enjoy staying up till late so often, especially when the woman acted that mean. Still, he fetched her a glass, inwardly shaking his head. Apparently, the look was noticed by the older woman, who instantly raised an eyebrow.

"What? What are you staring at? You don't approve? Hmmm?" She asked pointedly, her voice not very motherly.

"Ohhh, I know. You're just curious hmm..? You want to know what all mommy did tonight. Such a perverted thought. You want to know if mommy just gave a blowjob or if she had sex too? Hmm? Is that why you're staring?" She yelped at him, getting up on her feet, stepping super close to the son, a hand grabbing his hair firmly.

Her other hand gripped her phone, which was currently unlocked and showed pictures of her half dressed, then fully undressed, a couple of them with some random cock in her mouth, and one where she was getting fucked in front of a mirror.

"Does this answer it?? That's what you wanted to know?? Look! Don't try to stare away" she used her hand in his hair to pull his gaze back to the phone screen. Mark felt his stomach sinking, and he tried to calm her down. It was extremely inappropriate, but he didn't know how to mollify her.

"Or is it that you want the real thing? You want to see it up close?? You could have just said so, instead of glaring and whatnot. Ugh fuck. No, don't get up. Down. Lie down. Mmhmm..." She shoved him into the couch, and started lifting her top. "This is a favour I'm doing you. You better repay it, loser" she called out as the top fell off.

Hey there. I'm looking to play out a scenario revolving around an extremely disinterested mother, and her son. The father would not be in the picture at all. The mother's personality would be mean and nasty, and it would remain so throughout the scenario.

The scenario will involve some coerced sexual encounters between the parent and son, and maybe she could ask for atrocious favours in return. Maybe even force him into sexual encounters with others.

I'm looking for Mark to be 18-19, whereas the mother could be 40+.

It's a very vague and nebulous prompt, but do let me know if this sounds interesting.

(Based on a prompt I saw earlier)

It was past 12 on a Saturday, and Rahul had only just gotten out of bed. With how utterly busy his weekdays would usually be from college and travelling, the 18 year old guy liked to be lazy on holidays. Getting up late, checking up on his favourite YouTube channels, before cleaning up around his tiny rented room. The place was small and congested, with just a small room and a bathroom built on the first floor. The ground floor was a decent 2bhk house where his landlord lived with the landlady.

As Rahul got off his bed, he took half an hour to freshen up. He yawned as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Tanned skin. Sorta skinny. A loose tshirt that was a little crumpled over the night. Medium short hair looking messy. He rubbed his eyes, and was about to pull his laptop out when he remembered something. He quickly pulled his phone out, checking something, before groaning in disappointment. Although the place was tiny, the rent for this single room was pretty high. He'd usually have to budget and manage his daily expenses so he could pay rent on time, but he had just bought a mattress that month, and it had eaten into his expenses. He was hoping his dad would send him the money sometime this week, and had been delaying paying the rent for 3 days now. A quick check revealed the money hadn't yet been transferred, and that made Rahul groan. He was of half a mind to just not tell his landlord about another delay, but considering how difficult it was to get another place nearby, he decided to bite the bullet.

Putting on his flipflops, Rahul quickly climbed down the stairs to the ground floor, still dressed in his shorts and loose tshirt. He rang the bell and waited, glancing towards the driveway, only to find it empty. He felt a momentary relief assuming they weren't home, but the door was quickly opened. A woman in her 40s was standing in the doorway, looking at him. "Bade jaldi subha ho gayi tumhari Rahul. Kal itna bol rahe the first thing in the morning. Khair. Chalo, bhar do rent. Sach bata rahi hu beta, ek aur mahina aisa late late kiya na, to kahi dusra ghar dekh lena tum" she held a hand out without much greetings.

Rahul felt extremely embarrassed and awkward. He paused for words, hemming and hawwing. "Uhhhmm, aunty, kal pakka bhar dunga. Aaj bank transactions me kuch to issue aya, to udhar atka hua hai. 24 hours me ho jayega resolve..." he lied, hoping she'd extend the deadline one more time. The woman just stared at him, clearly fed up with this nonsense. She was just about to flip out and tell the guy to empty his room, but she paused.

"Har baar ka late nahi chalta aise Rahul. Tumne to contract bhi nahi sign kiya hai. Aur tum bol rahe ho aur time do. Hadd hai. Par theek hai. Itne ache dil ki hu mai. Hmmm, neri peeth dukh rahi hai 2-3 din se. Daba ne me madad kar do. 1 din kya, hafta bhar ka time de dungi. Karoge?' She raised an eyebrow. Rahul was obviously taken aback since he'd never had to exchange such favours. Still, the time was a good thing, so he agreed.

Soon enough, the landlady had brought him into the living room, while she was lying on the couch. "Ha halke se dabana pehle. Fir dheere dheere wajan dalna. Mai keh rahi hu meri peeth todi na to dekhna tum. Chalo ab.." she had him start. Although Rahul didn't have much experience, it was a simple enough task.

Time passed, and she kept telling him to do this and that. Apply more pressure, apply less pressure, move his hands lower. By this point, his hands were already on her waist, and he was kinda uncomfortable. Then, the landlady looked back at him with a slight smile. "Hmmm, kaafi acha lag raha hai. Chalo, aur neeche..." she said, slightly raising her ass.

Hey there! I'm looking to play out a scenario between an 18 year old college student who's renting a room, and his late 30s/40s landlady. I want to play as Rahul, while I'm looking for someone to play as the landlady. The landlady would often be left alone at home, leading to quite some frustration. She would use the rent as an excuse to engage in some illicit action with the guy, with the focus being more on pleasing herself, while also getting off on the thrill of how exciting sneaking around would be.

If this interests you, send me a message. Tell me about how you'd want to play this out, and what you'd like to see.

For languages, I'm fine with English, or Hindi dialogues. If you'd like regional languages, then I can also work with Marathi and Gujarati.

Mark felt his nose sting a little due to the crisp air, the cloudless sky above leaving everything bright and clear. It was just past noon, and the guy was bored from staying cooped up at the cabin. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a half sleeved tshirt, the guy stepped outside, staring towards the south. The faint sounds of water gushing could be heard from there.

"Ah, what the hell. Why not check it out since I'm already here..." He mumbled to himself. He looked back at the cabin with mixed emotions, before walking towards the sound.

The cabin didn't belong to Mark, nor to any of his acquaintances. Mark had been in a major city in a different country until just a week ago. One of his final thesis required him to interact with a niche specialist, who lived in a small town in a European country. The place was not urban, and it was difficult finding any sort of proper and affordable hotels to live in. One place managed to pop up on the local AirBnB alternative, and it fit into Mark's budget. The guy was excited to have this new experience, but his mood sank a little when he actually got to the cabin.

Mark's train of thought was interrupted when he reached the water, and he froze up for a moment. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were here! I thought you went into the town!" He hastily apologised and tried to turn away.

"Ah! You scared me! It's okay it's okay! Don't worry. The water's for everyone. Haha look at you, still ashamed and all. Are you here to sunbathe? I'll help you with that lotion..." A feminine voice replied. Half-submerged in the water, a topless woman rose slightly, starting to walk back towards the dry land. She only had a pair of underwear on, which was completely stuck to her skin. By the time Mark lowered his hands, the woman was just a couple of meters away.

This was the reason the cabin seemed so cheap. He wasn't getting the place to himself. Rather, he'd be sharing it with a family that actually lived there. He got a room to himself, but he was still exposed to the "free" way of life they led.

The woman extended her hand towards him, not hiding her flesh at all. "The lotion?" She repeated herself.

Hey there! I'm looking to play out a scenario set in a small European town/village. Mark would rent a room with a family there, and the culture shock would be huge. Things also develop when the woman of the house finds it cute how the guy seemed to be flustered at something so common, and lead to more naughtiness under the roof.

Mark would be 20-21 years old, while the woman would be at least 35 years old.

Let me know if you find this interesting, and would want to play it out.

(Based on a prompt I saw earlier)

It was past 12 on a Saturday, and Rahul had only just gotten out of bed. With how utterly busy his weekdays would usually be from college and travelling, the 18 year old guy liked to be lazy on holidays. Getting up late, checking up on his favourite YouTube channels, before cleaning up around his tiny rented room. The place was small and congested, with just a small room and a bathroom built on the first floor. The ground floor was a decent 2bhk house where his landlord lived with the landlady.

As Rahul got off his bed, he took half an hour to freshen up. He yawned as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Tanned skin. Sorta skinny. A loose tshirt that was a little crumpled over the night. Medium short hair looking messy. He rubbed his eyes, and was about to pull his laptop out when he remembered something. He quickly pulled his phone out, checking something, before groaning in disappointment. Although the place was tiny, the rent for this single room was pretty high. He'd usually have to budget and manage his daily expenses so he could pay rent on time, but he had just bought a mattress that month, and it had eaten into his expenses. He was hoping his dad would send him the money sometime this week, and had been delaying paying the rent for 3 days now. A quick check revealed the money hadn't yet been transferred, and that made Rahul groan. He was of half a mind to just not tell his landlord about another delay, but considering how difficult it was to get another place nearby, he decided to bite the bullet.

Putting on his flipflops, Rahul quickly climbed down the stairs to the ground floor, still dressed in his shorts and loose tshirt. He rang the bell and waited, glancing towards the driveway, only to find it empty. He felt a momentary relief assuming they weren't home, but the door was quickly opened. A woman in her 40s was standing in the doorway, looking at him. "Bade jaldi subha ho gayi tumhari Rahul. Kal itna bol rahe the first thing in the morning. Khair. Chalo, bhar do rent. Sach bata rahi hu beta, ek aur mahina aisa late late kiya na, to kahi dusra ghar dekh lena tum" she held a hand out without much greetings.

Rahul felt extremely embarrassed and awkward. He paused for words, hemming and hawwing. "Uhhhmm, aunty, kal pakka bhar dunga. Aaj bank transactions me kuch to issue aya, to udhar atka hua hai. 24 hours me ho jayega resolve..." he lied, hoping she'd extend the deadline one more time. The woman just stared at him, clearly fed up with this nonsense. She was just about to flip out and tell the guy to empty his room, but she paused.

"Har baar ka late nahi chalta aise Rahul. Tumne to contract bhi nahi sign kiya hai. Aur tum bol rahe ho aur time do. Hadd hai. Par theek hai. Itne ache dil ki hu mai. Hmmm, neri peeth dukh rahi hai 2-3 din se. Daba ne me madad kar do. 1 din kya, hafta bhar ka time de dungi. Karoge?' She raised an eyebrow. Rahul was obviously taken aback since he'd never had to exchange such favours. Still, the time was a good thing, so he agreed.

Soon enough, the landlady had brought him into the living room, while she was lying on the couch. "Ha halke se dabana pehle. Fir dheere dheere wajan dalna. Mai keh rahi hu meri peeth todi na to dekhna tum. Chalo ab.." she had him start. Although Rahul didn't have much experience, it was a simple enough task.

Time passed, and she kept telling him to do this and that. Apply more pressure, apply less pressure, move his hands lower. By this point, his hands were already on her waist, and he was kinda uncomfortable. Then, the landlady looked back at him with a slight smile. "Hmmm, kaafi acha lag raha hai. Chalo, aur neeche..." she said, slightly raising her ass.

Hey there! I'm looking to play out a scenario between an 18 year old college student who's renting a room, and his late 30s/40s landlady. I want to play as Rahul, while I'm looking for someone to play as the landlady. The landlady would often be left alone at home, leading to quite some frustration. She would use the rent as an excuse to engage in some illicit action with the guy, with the focus being more on pleasing herself, while also getting off on the thrill of how exciting sneaking around would be.

If this interests you, send me a message. Tell me about how you'd want to play this out, and what you'd like to see.

For languages, I'm fine with English, or Hindi dialogues. If you'd like regional languages, then I can also work with Marathi and Gujarati.

(Based on a prompt I saw earlier)

It was past 12 on a Saturday, and Rahul had only just gotten out of bed. With how utterly busy his weekdays would usually be from college and travelling, the 18 year old guy liked to be lazy on holidays. Getting up late, checking up on his favourite YouTube channels, before cleaning up around his tiny rented room. The place was small and congested, with just a small room and a bathroom built on the first floor. The ground floor was a decent 2bhk house where his landlord lived with the landlady.

As Rahul got off his bed, he took half an hour to freshen up. He yawned as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Tanned skin. Sorta skinny. A loose tshirt that was a little crumpled over the night. Medium short hair looking messy. He rubbed his eyes, and was about to pull his laptop out when he remembered something. He quickly pulled his phone out, checking something, before groaning in disappointment. Although the place was tiny, the rent for this single room was pretty high. He'd usually have to budget and manage his daily expenses so he could pay rent on time, but he had just bought a mattress that month, and it had eaten into his expenses. He was hoping his dad would send him the money sometime this week, and had been delaying paying the rent for 3 days now. A quick check revealed the money hadn't yet been transferred, and that made Rahul groan. He was of half a mind to just not tell his landlord about another delay, but considering how difficult it was to get another place nearby, he decided to bite the bullet.

Putting on his flipflops, Rahul quickly climbed down the stairs to the ground floor, still dressed in his shorts and loose tshirt. He rang the bell and waited, glancing towards the driveway, only to find it empty. He felt a momentary relief assuming they weren't home, but the door was quickly opened. A woman in her 40s was standing in the doorway, looking at him. "Bade jaldi subha ho gayi tumhari Rahul. Kal itna bol rahe the first thing in the morning. Khair. Chalo, bhar do rent. Sach bata rahi hu beta, ek aur mahina aisa late late kiya na, to kahi dusra ghar dekh lena tum" she held a hand out without much greetings.

Rahul felt extremely embarrassed and awkward. He paused for words, hemming and hawwing. "Uhhhmm, aunty, kal pakka bhar dunga. Aaj bank transactions me kuch to issue aya, to udhar atka hua hai. 24 hours me ho jayega resolve..." he lied, hoping she'd extend the deadline one more time. The woman just stared at him, clearly fed up with this nonsense. She was just about to flip out and tell the guy to empty his room, but she paused.

"Har baar ka late nahi chalta aise Rahul. Tumne to contract bhi nahi sign kiya hai. Aur tum bol rahe ho aur time do. Hadd hai. Par theek hai. Itne ache dil ki hu mai. Hmmm, neri peeth dukh rahi hai 2-3 din se. Daba ne me madad kar do. 1 din kya, hafta bhar ka time de dungi. Karoge?' She raised an eyebrow. Rahul was obviously taken aback since he'd never had to exchange such favours. Still, the time was a good thing, so he agreed.

Soon enough, the landlady had brought him into the living room, while she was lying on the couch. "Ha halke se dabana pehle. Fir dheere dheere wajan dalna. Mai keh rahi hu meri peeth todi na to dekhna tum. Chalo ab.." she had him start. Although Rahul didn't have much experience, it was a simple enough task.

Time passed, and she kept telling him to do this and that. Apply more pressure, apply less pressure, move his hands lower. By this point, his hands were already on her waist, and he was kinda uncomfortable. Then, the landlady looked back at him with a slight smile. "Hmmm, kaafi acha lag raha hai. Chalo, aur neeche..." she said, slightly raising her ass.

Hey there! I'm looking to play out a scenario between an 18 year old college student who's renting a room, and his late 30s/40s landlady. I want to play as Rahul, while I'm looking for someone to play as the landlady. The landlady would often be left alone at home, leading to quite some frustration. She would use the rent as an excuse to engage in some illicit action with the guy, with the focus being more on pleasing herself, while also getting off on the thrill of how exciting sneaking around would be.

If this interests you, send me a message. Tell me about how you'd want to play this out, and what you'd like to see.

For languages, I'm fine with English, or Hindi dialogues. If you'd like regional languages, then I can also work with Marathi and Gujarati.

Mark's throat burned as he took a swig from a red plastic cup, making a face as he looked down at the reddish purple concoction. He was only just 19, not quite the 21 required to legally drink, but nobody seemed to mind or even be concerned much. The house was small and cozy, and as such couldn't hold a lot of people. Barely a dozen or so for a party. In most party colleges, such a turnout would mean a dead party. Here, though, the chaos was somewhat manageable for the guy. Not too crowded, not too loud, he could just be left alone while he tried alcohol for the first time. Mark's head was already buzzing, shapes floating and wiggling a little in his vision.

As he took another sip, his eyes landed on the girl in the opposite corner, cheerfully discussing something out in a group. His eyes involuntarily moved down her body, taking in the pleasing proportions. Mark groaned, trying to look away, but his eyes would drift back to her within moments. However long they may be. The girl was Amelia, and someone very familiar with his family. She was 23 this year, and was dating his older brother. Since the very first time Mark saw her, some 6-8 months back, he had absolutely been enamored by how she looked, how she sounded, the way her chest would move when she turned a bit too abruptly. He had even caught her mid dressing up once, trying to leave his brother's room after spending the night. He couldn't forget the creaks and thumps coming from their room.

Mark found her very attractive, but also out of reach since she was dating his brother. He tried to have conversations with her before, but it would turn somewhat awkward when he'd blush staring at her. How he wished she wasn't seeing his brother. How he wished he had met her somewhere else. How he wished the age gap wasn't that iffy. He imagined how she'd look without that top she was currently wearing. How would it feel to maybe try and touch her. As the thoughts swirled up in his mind, Mark gulped the rest of his drink, almost tumbling back from the action.

His vision grew blurry, and all sounds felt weird, muted.

"...ark. ... oin ?" Broken words fell on his ears, a garbled mix of nonsense that he couldn't quite make sense of. As his eyes opened up, he saw Amelia waving at him and calling him over. She was saying something, but the guy couldn't quite understand it. Picking up his cup, refilling it on the way, Mark made his way towards the group. He couldn't find his brother anywhere, just his friends and his girlfriend.

"We're about to play seven minutes. You wanna join in? Or head to bed?" Amelia asked enthusiastically. Mark was confused by the game, but nodded since he'd get to play it together. The group moved to another room, before settling down on the cold floor. An empty bottle quickly put in the middle. And then it just spun and spun, and Mark saw people heading to the nearby closet and locking themselves in. Some looked put off. Some giggling. Some exasperated. The scene was quickly tuned out as Mark drank more from his cup. That was until someone shook his shoulder.

As his eyes opened, he stared down to see the bottle pointing towards him. Amelia had stood up, shrugging carelessly at the outcome. "Ehhhhh. No biggie. We just have to stay in there right? Seven minutes it is .." she walked over to the closet, before gesturing Mark to enter.

When the door closed and the inner space was submerged in darkness, Amelia seemed to placate the guy. "Don't worry. We don't have to do anything. Just stay in here for seven minutes and then done. Awww I was hoping you might pair up with Paris. She's cool, you might get along .." she mumbled. Mark was only paying a portion of attention to her words. The rest of it was consumed by how close she felt, the strange warmth and tingles. Even as Amelia tried to placate him, he leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

Hey there! I'm looking to play out a scenario between a 19 year old guy, and his brother's 23-24 years old gf. Mark would have a thing for Amelie, while we can discuss if Amelia views it all purely platonically. The close proximity and circumstances, and the drink would make Mark act impulsively, and things can then develop from there. The dynamics between the two can be discussed!

Let me know if this sounds fun to you. Looking for someone to play as Amelia here.

(Based on a prompt I saw earlier)

It was past 12 on a Saturday, and Rahul had only just gotten out of bed. With how utterly busy his weekdays would usually be from college and travelling, the 18 year old guy liked to be lazy on holidays. Getting up late, checking up on his favourite YouTube channels, before cleaning up around his tiny rented room. The place was small and congested, with just a small room and a bathroom built on the first floor. The ground floor was a decent 2bhk house where his landlord lived with the landlady.

As Rahul got off his bed, he took half an hour to freshen up. He yawned as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Tanned skin. Sorta skinny. A loose tshirt that was a little crumpled over the night. Medium short hair looking messy. He rubbed his eyes, and was about to pull his laptop out when he remembered something. He quickly pulled his phone out, checking something, before groaning in disappointment. Although the place was tiny, the rent for this single room was pretty high. He'd usually have to budget and manage his daily expenses so he could pay rent on time, but he had just bought a mattress that month, and it had eaten into his expenses. He was hoping his dad would send him the money sometime this week, and had been delaying paying the rent for 3 days now. A quick check revealed the money hadn't yet been transferred, and that made Rahul groan. He was of half a mind to just not tell his landlord about another delay, but considering how difficult it was to get another place nearby, he decided to bite the bullet.

Putting on his flipflops, Rahul quickly climbed down the stairs to the ground floor, still dressed in his shorts and loose tshirt. He rang the bell and waited, glancing towards the driveway, only to find it empty. He felt a momentary relief assuming they weren't home, but the door was quickly opened. A woman in her 40s was standing in the doorway, looking at him. "Bade jaldi subha ho gayi tumhari Rahul. Kal itna bol rahe the first thing in the morning. Khair. Chalo, bhar do rent. Sach bata rahi hu beta, ek aur mahina aisa late late kiya na, to kahi dusra ghar dekh lena tum" she held a hand out without much greetings.

Rahul felt extremely embarrassed and awkward. He paused for words, hemming and hawwing. "Uhhhmm, aunty, kal pakka bhar dunga. Aaj bank transactions me kuch to issue aya, to udhar atka hua hai. 24 hours me ho jayega resolve..." he lied, hoping she'd extend the deadline one more time. The woman just stared at him, clearly fed up with this nonsense. She was just about to flip out and tell the guy to empty his room, but she paused.

"Har baar ka late nahi chalta aise Rahul. Tumne to contract bhi nahi sign kiya hai. Aur tum bol rahe ho aur time do. Hadd hai. Par theek hai. Itne ache dil ki hu mai. Hmmm, neri peeth dukh rahi hai 2-3 din se. Daba ne me madad kar do. 1 din kya, hafta bhar ka time de dungi. Karoge?' She raised an eyebrow. Rahul was obviously taken aback since he'd never had to exchange such favours. Still, the time was a good thing, so he agreed.

Soon enough, the landlady had brought him into the living room, while she was lying on the couch. "Ha halke se dabana pehle. Fir dheere dheere wajan dalna. Mai keh rahi hu meri peeth todi na to dekhna tum. Chalo ab.." she had him start. Although Rahul didn't have much experience, it was a simple enough task.

Time passed, and she kept telling him to do this and that. Apply more pressure, apply less pressure, move his hands lower. By this point, his hands were already on her waist, and he was kinda uncomfortable. Then, the landlady looked back at him with a slight smile. "Hmmm, kaafi acha lag raha hai. Chalo, aur neeche..." she said, slightly raising her ass.

Hey there! I'm looking to play out a scenario between an 18 year old college student who's renting a room, and his late 30s/40s landlady. I want to play as Rahul, while I'm looking for someone to play as the landlady. The landlady would often be left alone at home, leading to quite some frustration. She would use the rent as an excuse to engage in some illicit action with the guy, with the focus being more on pleasing herself, while also getting off on the thrill of how exciting sneaking around would be.

If this interests you, send me a message. Tell me about how you'd want to play this out, and what you'd like to see.

For languages, I'm fine with English, or Hindi dialogues. If you'd like regional languages, then I can also work with Marathi and Gujarati.

Mark's throat burned as he took a swig from a red plastic cup, making a face as he looked down at the reddish purple concoction. He was only just 19, not quite the 21 required to legally drink, but nobody seemed to mind or even be concerned much. The house was small and cozy, and as such couldn't hold a lot of people. Barely a dozen or so for a party. In most party colleges, such a turnout would mean a dead party. Here, though, the chaos was somewhat manageable for the guy. Not too crowded, not too loud, he could just be left alone while he tried alcohol for the first time. Mark's head was already buzzing, shapes floating and wiggling a little in his vision.

As he took another sip, his eyes landed on the girl in the opposite corner, cheerfully discussing something out in a group. His eyes involuntarily moved down her body, taking in the pleasing proportions. Mark groaned, trying to look away, but his eyes would drift back to her within moments. However long they may be. The girl was Amelia, and someone very familiar with his family. She was 23 this year, and was dating his older brother. Since the very first time Mark saw her, some 6-8 months back, he had absolutely been enamored by how she looked, how she sounded, the way her chest would move when she turned a bit too abruptly. He had even caught her mid dressing up once, trying to leave his brother's room after spending the night. He couldn't forget the creaks and thumps coming from their room.

Mark found her very attractive, but also out of reach since she was dating his brother. He tried to have conversations with her before, but it would turn somewhat awkward when he'd blush staring at her. How he wished she wasn't seeing his brother. How he wished he had met her somewhere else. How he wished the age gap wasn't that iffy. He imagined how she'd look without that top she was currently wearing. How would it feel to maybe try and touch her. As the thoughts swirled up in his mind, Mark gulped the rest of his drink, almost tumbling back from the action.

His vision grew blurry, and all sounds felt weird, muted.

"...ark. ... oin ?" Broken words fell on his ears, a garbled mix of nonsense that he couldn't quite make sense of. As his eyes opened up, he saw Amelia waving at him and calling him over. She was saying something, but the guy couldn't quite understand it. Picking up his cup, refilling it on the way, Mark made his way towards the group. He couldn't find his brother anywhere, just his friends and his girlfriend.

"We're about to play seven minutes. You wanna join in? Or head to bed?" Amelia asked enthusiastically. Mark was confused by the game, but nodded since he'd get to play it together. The group moved to another room, before settling down on the cold floor. An empty bottle quickly put in the middle. And then it just spun and spun, and Mark saw people heading to the nearby closet and locking themselves in. Some looked put off. Some giggling. Some exasperated. The scene was quickly tuned out as Mark drank more from his cup. That was until someone shook his shoulder.

As his eyes opened, he stared down to see the bottle pointing towards him. Amelia had stood up, shrugging carelessly at the outcome. "Ehhhhh. No biggie. We just have to stay in there right? Seven minutes it is .." she walked over to the closet, before gesturing Mark to enter.

When the door closed and the inner space was submerged in darkness, Amelia seemed to placate the guy. "Don't worry. We don't have to do anything. Just stay in here for seven minutes and then done. Awww I was hoping you might pair up with Paris. She's cool, you might get along .." she mumbled. Mark was only paying a portion of attention to her words. The rest of it was consumed by how close she felt, the strange warmth and tingles. Even as Amelia tried to placate him, he leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

Hey there! I'm looking to play out a scenario between a 19 year old guy, and his brother's 23-24 years old gf. Mark would have a thing for Amelie, while we can discuss if Amelia views it all purely platonically. The close proximity and circumstances, and the drink would make Mark act impulsively, and things can then develop from there. The dynamics between the two can be discussed!

Let me know if this sounds fun to you. Looking for someone to play as Amelia here.

(Based on a prompt I saw a while back)

With how society expected women to get married by 24, it was difficult when the years started to stack up. The list of suitors would quickly shrink, until there was virtually nobody; at least without some covert forms of dowry. It was easier for wealthier families, for flashy weddings were still quite desirable. On the other hand, financial instability further reduced the odds. So when a 26 years old Ruchi was on the lookout for a potential husband, the matches she was suggested could be counted on a single hand, and they all had various demands that were borderline impossible to meet.

Hailing from humble roots, the family couldn't even afford a flashy wedding, to say nothing of all the extravagant additions that some of them demanded. As time went by, they could feel derisive stares of nosy colony aunties, probably judging them for not even being able to fix a marriage. Ruchi herself was also under scrutiny, and the additional pressure made her desperate.

As a result, she would be extremely agreeable in the marriage "interviews", often agreeing to conditions like being a stay at home mother, or not visiting back home after marriage and so on, but even agreeing to these wasn't enough. There was always a talk of finances, and things would break off after the would-be grooms realised she wouldn't be giving anything monetary. A few months passed in the manner, with the family's desperation growing. The parents would constantly coach Ruchi to agree to any demands as long as it wasn't money related, and that being a homemaker wouldn't be so bad.

Around this time, the parents managed to find another potential groom. Rahul was 25, and although he wasn't rich, he was self-sufficient. As the talks progressed, he was very clear on there being no financial obligations in his expectations. This was huge for Ruchi's parents. Although he didn't seem very serious about the whole affair, this was almost like the last chance for them. They kept telling Ruchi to just agree to whatever he expected, and to get the marriage done.

Rahul himself wasn't very interested in the marriage, but was simply playing along because his parents kept pestering him. Although, seeing how agreeable and desperate Ruchi seemed, the guy decided to take advantage of it. During one of their private meetings, he kept talking about how he didn't have any financial expectations, which was very important to Ruchi. But ge also mentioned how he wanted to be with someone who was compatible. Ruchi tried her best to be as agreeable as possible, which was when he mentioned how important sexual compatibility was for him. He didn't want to marry only to find out they weren't on the same page at all, and that he wanted to first see if they would be a good match.

This came as a huge shock to Ruchi, who herself didn't have a lot of experience. She pushed back at the idea, but his mention of maybe breaking things off there caused her to be horrified. In the end, due to how desperate the situation was, Ruchi could only try her best to be agreeable here.

Hey there, I'm looking to play out a scenario revolving around a 26-27 years old woman and a 25-26 years old guy. The guy wouldn't be very interested in the prospect of marriage, and would simply be playing along, while the woman and her family ve desperate for it to happen. The guy would take advantage of the situation, by trying to get some action before anything was even finalized, and the girl would be too conflicted and in a pinch to flat out refuse. She would try to dissuade him, but talks of breaking things off would scare her.

I want to play as the guy here, and looking for someone to play as the girl.

If this interests you, send me a message with how you see this unfolding. Also your likes and dislikes.