u/Vivid-Importance007

(I am 18+ and all participants and characters are 18+ )

You’re a holistic medicine man, known for your amazing massages. Specifically, the massages you give to women. Word spread that you’re very good at curing stress and anxiety with your methods. You never had an unhappy customer.

I’m a lonely, little lady. I come to you for help after not enjoying masturbation as much anymore. You’re hesitant to service me for some reason (either because you don’t want my first time with a partner to be transactional. Or we can come up with something else.). But, I insist. So you finally give in. It feels wrong. But, you know you could dominate me easily, since I haven’t even had real cock before. Just my fingers.

Are you just gonna go hard and get it over with as quick as possible? It would be easy for you. Or, are you going to savor it and me? Most women who come to you now are much older, unhappily married and far more used up, after all. It’s why you were surprised to see me in the first place…

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I’d like to just dive into this. Reach out to me and we can get this started!

(I am 18+ and all participants and characters are 18+ )

You’re a holistic medicine man, known for your amazing massages. Specifically, the massages you give to women. Word spread that you’re very good at curing stress and anxiety with your methods. You never had an unhappy customer.

I’m a lonely, little lady. I come to you for help after not enjoying masturbation as much anymore. You’re hesitant to service me for some reason (either because you don’t want my first time with a partner to be transactional. Or we can come up with something else.). But, I insist. So you finally give in. It feels wrong. But, you know you could dominate me easily, since I haven’t even had real cock before. Just my fingers.

Are you just gonna go hard and get it over with as quick as possible? It would be easy for you. Or, are you going to savor it and me? Most women who come to you now are much older, unhappily married and far more used up, after all. It’s why you were surprised to see me in the first place…

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I’d like to just dive into this. Reach out to me and we can get this started!

I used to date him and he’s recently gotten out of prison. I want to reconnect with him but I’m not sure how. I feel so nervous. I miss my cousin.

My boyfriend told me when we first got together that he doesn’t want me to masturbate. He says it’s like stealing pleasure that is supposed to be for / from him. And I respected that for a long time. Even though it was hard. Very hard. Impossible sometimes.

Today, I gave in. I pulled up some vids of other women rubbing their clits (my favorite vids) and rubbed my kitty until I came. But, my boyfriend came home shortly after. He didn’t have much time to stick around. But, he insisted on going down on me. I was surprised. But worried he’d go down there and see all the wetness from me having a cum.

I suppose he did notice. Because he started licking my clit but began to tongue-fuck me instead. He doesn’t do that often. And he just kept doing that until all of my cum was gone. Then he got up and said he had to go.

It was so hot. For a guy who hates the idea of me masturbating, he really loved me after I did it.

My boyfriend told me when we first got together that he doesn’t want me to masturbate. He says it’s like stealing pleasure that is supposed to be for / from him. And I respected that for a long time. Even though it was hard. Very hard. Impossible sometimes.

Today, I gave in. I pulled up some vids of other women rubbing their clits (my favorite vids) and rubbed my kitty until I came. But, my boyfriend came home shortly after. He didn’t have much time to stick around. But, he insisted on going down on me. I was surprised. But worried he’d go down there and see all the wetness from me having a cum.

I suppose he did notice. Because he started licking my clit but began to tongue-fuck me instead. He doesn’t do that often. And he just kept doing that until all of my cum was gone. Then he got up and said he had to go.

It was so hot. For a guy who hates the idea of me masturbating, he really loved me after I did it.

My boyfriend told me when we first got together that he doesn’t want me to masturbate. He says it’s like stealing pleasure that is supposed to be for / from him. And I respected that for a long time. Even though it was hard. Very hard. Impossible sometimes.

Today, I gave in. I pulled up some vids of other women rubbing their clits (my favorite vids) and rubbed my kitty until I came. But, my boyfriend came home shortly after. He didn’t have much time to stick around. But, he insisted on going down on me. I was surprised. But worried he’d go down there and see all the wetness from me having a cum.

I suppose he did notice. Because he started licking my clit but began to tongue-fuck me instead. He doesn’t do that often. And he just kept doing that until all of my cum was gone. Then he got up and said he had to go.

It was so hot. For a guy who hates the idea of me masturbating, he really loved me after I did it.

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

You’re the son of rich, older couple who owns a nice and respected church. The pastor (your father) hosts pool parties in the home you still live in with him. The parties happen once a month in the warmer seasons.

I was a new member of the church (having only joined on my own a few moths ago, back when the weather was colder). I didn’t really interact much with you or your parents, being more interested in connecting with average members of the church.

I made that known to you in the few conversations we had while at church.

But, now I was here at a party hosted at your (parents’) house! Walking around like I owned the place (being cordial and friendly with the other church members). Your parents may be pushovers or not see through me. But, you certainly do.

So, when I leave the pool area to go inside and find a bathroom, you make an effort to follow me and confront me. One thing leads to another and… You’re showing me why it’s a bad idea to disrespect church owners.

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I’d like to make this long term. I have a few ideas about how it can go. Just give me a dm

“Is that a *new* diamond bracelet?” The news reporter / paparazzi man asked me, walking briskly to keep up with you and I.

You were a celebrity musician, after all. And the both of us had come out as a couple after months of media speculation about us. It made sense that you were completely ignoring the paparazzi. You’d been a celebrity for a while, now. You knew how they’d take any innocent question and use it to get to their own narrative.

I didn’t know this, yet.

“.. Um, yes. It’s set in twenty-three karat gold.” I responded, trying to remain polite. Although, I was being surrounded by guys and women with mics. And you were practically yanking me away with you.

“Do you like it?” “Was it a gift?” “How much was it?”

The questions continued.

“Yes. I like it a lot.” I responded, squeaking softly as we were nearing our limo.

“It was a gift from him, yes.” I flashed a smile towards you. You really did spoil me.

“… Was selling your soul and body away to a cheating sadist worth it for a couple of precious gemstones a month?” One bold reporter asked loudly.

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame. My posture stiffened and I might have froze right then and there. But you urged me into the limo and slammed the door shut behind us.

Tears formed in my eyes as we rode away. There had been plenty of rumors that you and I were sexually active before you broke up with your ex-girlfriend. There were also rumors that you were very sadistic and rough with me. You were controlling over me, even though you spoiled me with gifts and attention. The rumors were probably going around because they were true. Those things, and plenty others.

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This is a starter. Give me a dm if you’re interested. I’d love it if you could mix between being harsh and abusive and being gentle and loving. I’d love to just dive into this.

I’m obsessed with being beautiful. It’s my only life goal at the moment. And, I would say that I do a pretty good job at it. I like wearing clothing and hairstyles that flatter me. That look effortless but are actually well thought out and planned. I like having that vibrant but somehow innocent glow. I’d make little gestures or do little provocative things and savor the reactions I liked. Like, sucking a popsicle while looking directly into the eyes of some guy. Or getting on my hands and knees to pick up a

pencil that fell under the table.

I always enjoyed baiting guys into being turned on by things they shouldn’t be turned on by. It’s fun watching them squirm and try so hard to resist their urges.

But lately, the tables have shifted. I tried this tactic on my new neighbor. Paying visits to introduce myself and bring meals and pastries and bending over in slightly too short dresses. Random things. I liked watching his reactions. They were more over than others.

… He doesn’t have much shame. And at this point, when I see him, he’s sexualizing things about me that I’m not trying to be sexy with. You know?

I recently I got some new glasses- to see. And he told me he’d loved to cum on my glasses. I need those to see. lol

Anyway, there’s plenty more. And im not sure how to feel. I mean.. I’m flattered. But, I also kind of feel .. strange.

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

You’re the son of rich, older couple who owns a nice and respected church. The pastor (your father) hosts pool parties in the home you still live in with him. The parties happen once a month in the warmer seasons.

I was a new member of the church (having only joined on my own a few moths ago, back when the weather was colder). I didn’t really interact much with you or your parents, being more interested in connecting with average members of the church.

I made that known to you in the few conversations we had while at church.

But, now I was here at a party hosted at your (parents’) house! Walking around like I owned the place (being cordial and friendly with the other church members). Your parents may be pushovers or not see through me. But, you certainly do.

So, when I leave the pool area to go inside and find a bathroom, you make an effort to follow me and confront me. One thing leads to another and… You’re showing me why it’s a bad idea to disrespect church owners.

——

I’d like to make this long term. I have a few ideas about how it can go. Just give me a dm

“Is that a *new* diamond bracelet?” The news reporter / paparazzi man asked me, walking briskly to keep up with you and I.

You were a celebrity musician, after all. And the both of us had come out as a couple after months of media speculation about us. It made sense that you were completely ignoring the paparazzi. You’d been a celebrity for a while, now. You knew how they’d take any innocent question and use it to get to their own narrative.

I didn’t know this, yet.

“.. Um, yes. It’s set in twenty-three karat gold.” I responded, trying to remain polite. Although, I was being surrounded by guys and women with mics. And you were practically yanking me away with you.

“Do you like it?” “Was it a gift?” “How much was it?”

The questions continued.

“Yes. I like it a lot.” I responded, squeaking softly as we were nearing our limo.

“It was a gift from him, yes.” I flashed a smile towards you. You really did spoil me.

“… Was selling your soul and body away to a cheating sadist worth it for a couple of precious gemstones a month?” One bold reporter asked loudly.

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame. My posture stiffened and I might have froze right then and there. But you urged me into the limo and slammed the door shut behind us.

Tears formed in my eyes as we rode away. There had been plenty of rumors that you and I were sexually active before you broke up with your ex-girlfriend. There were also rumors that you were very sadistic and rough with me. You were controlling over me, even though you spoiled me with gifts and attention. The rumors were probably going around because they were true. Those things, and plenty others.

——-

This is a starter. Give me a dm if you’re interested. I’d love it if you could mix between being harsh and abusive and being gentle and loving. We can spend a little bit of time getting into some more details. But I’d love to just dive into this.

“Is that a *new* diamond bracelet?” The news reporter / paparazzi man asked me, walking briskly to keep up with you and I.

You were a celebrity musician, after all. And the both of us had come out as a couple after months of media speculation about us. It made sense that you were completely ignoring the paparazzi. You’d been a celebrity for a while, now. You knew how they’d take any innocent question and use it to get to their own narrative.

I didn’t know this, yet.

“.. Um, yes. It’s set in twenty-three karat gold.” I responded, trying to remain polite. Although, I was being surrounded by guys and women with mics. And you were practically yanking me away with you.

“Do you like it?” “Was it a gift?” “How much was it?”

The questions continued.

“Yes. I like it a lot.” I responded, squeaking softly as we were nearing our limo.

“It was a gift from him, yes.” I flashed a smile towards you. You really did spoil me.

“… Was selling your soul and body away to a cheating sadist worth it for a couple of precious gemstones a month?” One bold reporter asked loudly.

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame. My posture stiffened and I might have froze right then and there. But you urged me into the limo and slammed the door shut behind us.

Tears formed in my eyes as we rode away. There had been plenty of rumors that you and I were sexually active before you broke up with your ex-girlfriend. There were also rumors that you were very sadistic and rough with me. You were controlling over me, even though you spoiled me with gifts and attention. The rumors were probably going around because they were true. Those things, and plenty others.

——-

This is a starter. Give me a dm if you’re interested. I’d love it if you could mix between being harsh and abusive and being gentle and loving. We can spend a little bit of time getting into some more details. But I’d love to just dive into this.

“Is that a *new* diamond ring?” The news reporter / paparazzi man asked me, walking briskly to keep up with you and I.

You were a celebrity musician, after all. And the both of us had come out as a couple after months of media speculation about us. It made sense that you were completely ignoring the paparazzi. You’d been a celebrity for a while, now. You knew how they’d take any innocent question and use it to get to their own narrative.

I didn’t know this, yet.

“.. Um, yes. It’s set in twenty-three karat gold.” I responded, trying to remain polite. Although, I was being surrounded by guys and women with mics. And you were practically yanking me away with you.

“Do you like it?” “Was it a gift?” “How much was it?”

The questions continued.

“Yes. I like it a lot.” I responded, squeaking softly as we were nearing our limo.

“It was a gift from him, yes.” I flashed a smile towards you. You really did spoil me.

“… Was selling your soul and body away to a cheating sadist worth it for a couple of precious gemstones a month?” One bold reporter asked loudly.

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame. My posture stiffened and I might have froze right then and there. But you urged me into the limo and slammed the door shut behind us.

Tears formed in my eyes as we rode away. There had been plenty of rumors that you and I were sexually active before you broke up with your ex-girlfriend. There were also rumors that you were very sadistic and rough with me. You were controlling over me, even though you spoiled me with gifts and attention. The rumors were probably going around because they were true. Those things, and plenty others.

——-

This is a starter. Give me a dm if you’re interested. We can spend a little bit of time getting into some details. But I’d love to just dive into this.

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

You’re the son of rich, older couple who owns a nice and respected church. The pastor (your father) hosts pool parties in the home you still live in with him. The parties happen once a month in the warmer seasons.

I was a new member of the church (having only joined on my own a few moths ago, back when the weather was colder). I didn’t really interact much with you or your parents, being more interested in connecting with average members of the church.

I made that known to you in the few conversations we had while at church.

But, now I was here at a party hosted at your (parents’) house! Walking around like I owned the place (being cordial and friendly with the other church members). Your parents may be pushovers or not see through me. But, you certainly do.

So, when I leave the pool area to go inside and find a bathroom, you make an effort to follow me and confront me. One thing leads to another and… You’re showing me why it’s a bad idea to disrespect church owners.

——

I’d like to make this long term. I have a few ideas about how it can go. Just give me a p.m.

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

You’re the son of rich, older couple who owns a nice and respected church. The pastor (your father) hosts pool parties in the home you still live in with him. The parties happen once a month in the warmer seasons.

I was a new member of the church (having only joined on my own a few moths ago, back when the weather was colder). I didn’t really interact much with you or your parents, being more interested in connecting with average members of the church.

I made that known to you in the few conversations we had while at church.

But, now I was here at a party hosted at your (parents’) house! Walking around like I owned the place (being cordial and friendly with the other church members). Your parents may be pushovers or not see through me. But, you certainly do.

So, when I leave the pool area to go inside and find a bathroom, you make an effort to follow me and confront me. One thing leads to another and… You’re showing me why it’s a bad idea to disrespect church owners.

——

I’d like to make this long term. I have a few ideas about how it can go. Just give me a p.m.

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

You’re the son of rich, older couple who owns a nice and respected church. The pastor (your father) hosts pool parties in the home you still live in with him. The parties happen once a month in the warmer seasons.

I was a new member of the church (having only joined on my own a few moths ago, back when the weather was colder). I didn’t really interact much with you or your parents, being more interested in connecting with average members of the church.

I made that known to you in the few conversations we had while at church.

But, now I was here at a party hosted at your (parents’) house! Walking around like I owned the place (being cordial and friendly with the other church members). Your parents may be pushovers or not see through me. But, you certainly do.

So, when I leave the pool area to go inside and find a bathroom, you make an effort to follow me and confront me. One thing leads to another and… You’re showing me why it’s a bad idea to disrespect church owners.

——

I’d like to make this long term. I have a few ideas about how it can go. Just give me a dm.

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

You’re the son of rich, older couple who owns a nice and respected church. The pastor (your father) hosts pool parties in the home you still live in with him. The parties happen once a month in the warmer seasons.

I was a new member of the church (having only joined on my own a few moths ago, back when the weather was colder). I didn’t really interact much with you or your parents, being more interested in connecting with average members of the church.

I made that known to you in the few conversations we had while at church.

But, now I was here at a party hosted at your (parents’) house! Walking around like I owned the place (being cordial and friendly with the other church members). Your parents may be pushovers or not see through me. But, you certainly do.

So, when I leave the pool area to go inside and find a bathroom, you make an effort to follow me and confront me. One thing leads to another and… You’re showing me why it’s a bad idea to disrespect church owners.

——

I’d like to make this long term, somehow. We can come up with plot lines or things to add. Just give me a p.m.

I want to do a detailed roleplay where you play as my slightly cousin who I haven’t seen in such a long time. Maybe 10+ years. We’ve both grown up a bunch since then (we’re in our twenties, now).

We start to grow closer but you can’t help remembering when I was younger. You decide you liked me better when I was younger. So you have a plan to forcefully make me age regression back to that state of mind.

(We can discuss more details. But your personality can range from super controlling and mean to just really overbearing but still kind).

I want to do a detailed roleplay where you play as my slightly cousin who I haven’t seen in such a long time. Maybe 10+ years. We’ve both grown up a bunch since then (we’re in our twenties, now).

We start to grow closer but you can’t help remembering when I was younger. You decide you liked me better when I was younger. So you have a plan to forcefully make me age regression back to that state of mind.

(We can discuss more details. But your personality can range from super controlling and mean to just really overbearing but still kind).

You’re my slightly older guy cousin. But, we’ve never really been close. Not until I started going to your college. You and I are both on sports teams there. (you play soccer or baseball, I’m a cheerleader or dancer).

We started hanging out more and more recently. I was under the impression that we were growing closer as family. But, you thought we were growing closer to date (“we’re only *half-cousins*, after all”).

You asked me out to be yours, after a game and I turned you down. You didn’t understand why, since you thought you were pretty hot. You ruminated on the rejection afterwards. You even vented to some of your team mates about this ‘betrayal’ / ‘bait and switch’ you think I pulled on you.

You decided you’d find me and take what’s yours. I owe you. I lead you on and made it seem like we could be together. You’ve already fallen in love.

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We can add or take out anything you’d like. I.E. we can just be friends and not cousins. We can change the sports we play.

I’d prefer this story to be long term and at least semi-literate. Because, I can write a looot. But I try to match my partners. Give me a message if you’re interested.

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