u/k268451

It’s the long-awaited wedding of some mutual friends. I'm a friend of the groom and was roommates with him for a couple semesters in college, so I'm one of the groomsmen but my date bailed at the last minute so I'm there alone. I was lucky enough to snag one of the last reserved rooms in the hotel where the reception will be. Although the possibility crossed my mind, I have no idea about the girl I was about to meet at this wedding.

Flying in from out of town meant I had to miss a lot of the pre-wedding events like the rehearsal and showers, so there aren't many people here I know already. I make my way down from my room, dressed neatly in the dark grey suit with the colorful shirt and tie showing under the jacket. I make my way across the street to the venue for the ceremony and find the crowd shuffling in to find their seats. I notice a few younger people filling in one of the rows, and even think I recognize a face or two, so I make my way and sit down. Then I see you, and for the first time this trip I'm glad I ended up without a date.

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Hello dpp! I'd love to play out a scene where we're strangers attending the same wedding and end up in a night of fun, flirting, and passion; with possibly many nights beyond! I'd prefer a partner in a similar-ish age bracket as I am, 20-30, but if you're really interested, give me a shout!

We can go a lot of different directions with this: maybe you're there with somebody but end up cheating, maybe we're there as members of the bridal party, maybe we're not total strangers, but haven't seen each other in forever, or maybe there's some sibling's friend dynamics in there!

I love a detailed and literate partner who can keep things moving and match energy and detail. I'm totally up for as much (or as little) preparatory discussion about setup as you want.

Reddit chat or discord preferred, but open to others.

Just to give you an idea of my character: I'm 6'1, with short dark brown hair, brown eyes. I have a fit build, though not ripped, I take care of my self with regular exercise and sports. I keep a short, neatly trimmed, beard. I'm white with a slightly tan complexion (Italian heritage haha). And I'm about 7 inches. Happy to play with the details in my role, of course.

My kinks: teasing, flirting, oral (giving and receiving), clothed sex, sneaking around, risky sex, size difference, multiple positions and orgasms, I'm slightly more dom but want a matched passion from my partner.

My limits: non-con, incest, violence.

Hope to hear from you!

Despite the issues of pandemics, mutations, and riots, I’d led a great life, solo. My career took off in my twenties, building a small business on the Internet boom and becoming a well respected engineer in my field. My innovative technology made me a name that propelled me into politics. I worked passionately, traveled the world, and met so many people. There were even some times when a serious relationship would start to develop with somebody, but my work always came first. And now, in my late 30s, I find myself well off, respected, healthy, but alone.

Mostly as a show of good faith for my office, wanting to show that I’m doing my part, I enroll in the re-population program. There were horror stories of having to impregnate mean, harsh, or even ugly women purely because an algorithm said so. But, steadily, there were some good results. But the office of re-population is still struggling to even come close to their quota.

Being physically gifted meant that I’d get a match from the system quickly, at least. I’m 6’1, short dark brown hair, brown eyes, a short trimmed beard, fairly fit with toned chest, back, and arm muscles, and a hefty 8 inches of manhood.

The day I get the results, I’m in my office, with a few friends and coworkers around, who decided to make something of a game of it, taking bets on who the match would be. I open the file, greeted by your name and headshot above a bio and stats. “Hey she’s married,” somebody says, shaking her head, “her poor husband!” But one of the guys chimes in, “but damn she’s gorgeous!” They clap me on the shoulders and I gather my things to head to the address to meet you and introduce myself.

I arrive at your door wearing my slim tailored suit of navy, with a lighter blue button down shirt, and brown leather pants and shoes. I hit the buzzer on your door and then check my phone, dismissing a slew of work messages and emails that could wait.

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Hi, dpp! This is a prompt that I initially wrote mostly as a reply to another post, but it unfortunately didn't go anywhere. So I thought I'd post it here and see if anybody would like to play it out with me. I'm thinking that it would involve some drama/emotional story aspects, as your character is married, or otherwise has some conflict, and I have my career to juggle on the side. Finding you, which becomes so much more than just "doing my part" turns things upside down. One idea I have around the pregnancy/breeding aspect is that, instead of playing out the full pregnancies, we have the technology to actually harvest the fertilized eggs from your body so they can finish maturing in a surrogate person or even in a lab. That way you and I can get to the business of creating more fertilized eggs! But it's so much more than that -- for us, it's an addiction.

I’m happy to discuss things and make some changes, but my looks are (as a baseline): I’m 6’1, short dark brown hair, brown eyes, a short trimmed beard, fairly fit with toned chest, back, and arm muscles, and I’m about 7 inches.

My kinks: shared chemistry, but I do enjoy being more dominant, clothed sex, spoiling, teasing, praise, excessive cum, creampies, rough sex but also slow passionate sex, filming and photos, semi public sex, size differences.

Limits: anal, violence, gore, scat, rape, incest.

I’m a successful man with a full and exciting life, though I've lived it mostly solo. My career took off in my twenties, building a small business on the Internet boom and becoming a well respected engineer in my field. After I sold that it was on to the next thing, and the next. I worked passionately, traveled the world, and met so many people. There were even some times when a serious relationship would start to develop with somebody, but my work always came first. And now, in my 40s, I find myself well off, respected, healthy, but alone.

A few good friends have convinced me to actually put myself out there and, appealing to my nature, treat it like a new puzzle: the challenge of my own happiness. I’d swiped half heatedly, entertained a few boring conversations, but nothing substantial came of it. One night I throw caution to the wind and I drop the age preference all the way down to 18. I roll my eyes at the college girls that come through the feed, though I find plenty of appreciation for their supple, smooth, bodies.

But then I find your profile and it gives me serious pause. I carefully read your bio, finding myself smiling. And I look through your photos more than a couple times before swiping right. And to my surprise it’s a match.

The night of our date, I know the Italian restaurant well, so at the very least am excited to have a good dinner that I don’t have to cook myself. I have high standards for food, and don’t eat out often. I put on a casual but semi dressy tan seersucker suit, leaving my top button open, and picking out some nice matching brown leather shoes and belt. I make my way to the restaurant and get there before you, having the hostess get us a table off to the side where we’d be able to talk and get to know each other — definitely an intimate corner of the cozy restaurant.

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Hi dpp! I’m Kevin! I've really been enjoying the idea of this intense romance between our characters that blossoms into an eye-opening experience for both of us, both emotionally and physically. Maybe we know each other tangentially or have some history, so finding each other again is even more of a surprise; maybe one of us has some degree of fame/notoriety, or maybe there’s a slight forbidden element of an executive and entry-level employee at the same company.

I’m happy to discuss things and make some changes, but my looks are (as a baseline): I’m 6’1, short dark brown hair, brown eyes, a short trimmed beard, fairly fit with toned chest, back, and arm muscles, and I’m about 7 inches.

My kinks: shared chemistry, but I do enjoy being more dominant, clothed sex, spoiling, teasing, praise, excessive cum, creampies, rough sex but also slow passionate sex, filming and photos, semi public sex, size differences.

Limits: anal, violence, gore, scat, rape, incest.