u/marital_desire

We had a good marriage. At least that’s what I thought. You were, and are, my best friends. We’ve been married for five years now, but something is off, maybe it’s always been off and I’m just now allowing myself to see it. When I look back, we’ve always been happy, if not out of sync in some ways. Well, really one major way. Sex. There’s always been a disconnect. I told myself that we’d learn each other’s desires and eventually connect properly, but after five years together, that’s starting to look like a lie I tell myself to be able to sleep tonight.

Another week, another month, another year, where we haven’t connected properly. When I stop to think about it, I really can’t remember the last time we even had sex.

Sexual frustration has become a way of life, but you’re worth it. I think. If only I could be who you need me to be. Perhaps then things would be right. I’ve tried working out, getting stronger, but that hasn’t made it better, if anything it only made the situation worse. I liked to solve problems but this one was beyond me. You assured me you loved me, that you wanted to want me like I wanted to be desired. I knew you were honest.

However, the truth was something we were both missing. Something only the mystic universe could correct. We were soulmates, even if my body wasn’t what you wanted. Maybe you couldn’t even admit it to yourself, but soon enough the universe would gift you, and me, with the marriage we both craved so deeply.

——

I hope you’re well. I’d like to play out a story where a married couple love each other but my wife is a deeply closeted lesbian. This has led our marriage down a rocky path where we aren’t really able to connect physically, even if we’re amazing for each other in every other way. I’m imagining that some mystical force feels our plight and begins to change me into the woman my wife can fully desire.

I tend to prefer slower burn roleplays and my preference is for a gradual transformation. I like to explore the inner thoughts and feelings of my character as I start to lose my masculinity, eventually watching it completely slip away. Struggling with seeing my wife grow increasingly affectionate even as my body is feeling increasingly alien to me.

Obviously gender transformation is a major kink of mine, but as far as transformations go I am not into unrealistic proportions or anything like that. My character would eventually become a fully functioning woman.

Some of my other kinks include, romance, oral, anal, transformation (obviously), desire, seduction, risky sex, public sex, feeling a little embarrassed, lingerie and clothing, losing control. I’m sure there are tons more.

Limits are the usual. No bathroom stuff (maybe a little pee), no blood, no extreme pain or BDSM.

I’d like to chat a bit before we start to see if we click and I’d like your ideas for how our characters would look and maybe even how my character would look at the end of the transformation process. I look forward to hearing from you and if this isn’t what you’re looking for, I hope you find it elsewhere.

The most disappointing thing about getting a doctorate in archeology was the severe lack of bull whips, wild adventure, and nazi punching. Still, most of my work as a professor involved teaching, reading primary sources, archiving, and the disappointingly rare dig. I’m not that old, I’m sure there’s still hope for some grand adventure, but settling down and getting married has made that at least a little less likely. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife, but if I was out adventuring I’m afraid she might die of concern.

So That’s how I found myself as a professor at a small state New England college. It’s not as famous as some other campuses, but it’s got a dark academia vibe that’s cozy and full of hints of mystery. Some days are more exciting and interesting than others. Today, or tonight, to be more precise is not one of those “exciting” days. I was stuck in one of the dusty basements under dim but warm, incandescent lights. Cataloging, an important, if not mundane aspect of being an archeologist, is what I’d found myself doing. A rich graduate with an exquisite collection had recently passed away and donated his entire collection of art, artifacts, and oddities to the college upon his death, and I had been assigned the inauspicious task of going through everything, entering it into our database with a description, and making some early estimations as to value.

Luckily, I had you, my loyal TA, working with me to share the load and pass the time. You still had the energy and warmth that I was ashamed to admit may have started to dim within myself about our chosen profession.

Open an old box, find an even older wooden box within, putting on my gloves, and carefully uncovering another mystery. I had to admit that his collection was genuinely interesting and intriguing, though he did seem to have an odd preoccupation with collecting fertility related items. It had made our evening humorous at moments when we had to determine descriptions for items.

Ah, back to the last wooden box I planned to open for the night. Moonlight drifted through the windows high above us, peaking out of the foundation of the building. “One last box, then we’ll be done for the night,“ I half said to myself. You gave me a smile as I opened the box. Inside was a worn looking fertility idol. It sat in a velvet bed. I turned my head a bit and held up the box to the light, trying to make out the material of the object. “Can you make out what this made from?” Maybe my eyes were just tired.

As I handed you the box I felt something odd, like when you’ve forgotten something but you can’t quite remember what it is you’ve misplaced. I didn’t want to hand the box over and something about the object begged to be touched. As you took the box from my hands I found myself pulling off my glove. Maybe if I touched it I’d get a better idea of the craftsmanship and material, maybe it would start me on a grand adventure I thought I’d never had.

——————

Good evening, I appreciate you taking the time to read my long prompt, but I wanted to build out the world a bit and draw the right partner into the scene. As you can probably gather, there is more to this particular idol than meets the idea. I imagine our characters would ultimately touch the object at the same time, drawn to it in some ancient way, pulled to feel its warmth. This simple act would create something of a bond between us, a blessing, or curse, gifted to us from an ancient goddess. I’d like to discuss before we jump in to determine where we go with this. Part of the fun of roleplaying something out is the creation of a story and world that can be surprising for everyone involved. I tend to enjoy slower burn stories. Building up the sexual tension to a crescendo tends to make it feel more real and more exciting. (Not that I’m not above some true smut, but I value building some connection before just making a mess.)

I’d like to discuss our characters a bit more, who we are, what we want, and how we appear. Some of my kinks and preferences include, corruption (not necessarily being made evil, but “corrupting” in the sense that one breaks outside what they previously viewed as normal or good behavior), cheating/cucking a partner or spouse (not in a way so as to cause pain to the significant other, but almost in a way that the parties had no choice or were pushed into the circumstances by forces seen or unseen), romance, desire, breeding, risky sex, body worship, oral giving and receiving, enthusiastic consent, confessions of desires, expectance of desires, cum play, fertility, realistic body changes (nothing crazy or extreme, just maybe “ironing“ out the imperfections), lactation, and I’m sure that there are more. My limits are for the most part, the usual.

Feel free to ask anything you like. Connection is important to building a shared world together. Hopefully, something in this lengthy post intrigues you enough to respond. If this isn’t your cup of tea, I truly hope you find what you’re looking for elsewhere tonight. I look forward to hearing from you.

We had a good marriage. At least that’s what I thought. You were, and are, my best friends. We’ve been married for five years now, but something is off, maybe it’s always been off and I’m just now allowing myself to see it. When I look back, we’ve always been happy, if not out of sync in some ways. Well, really one major way. Sex. There’s always been a disconnect. I told myself that we’d learn each other’s desires and eventually connect properly, but after five years together, that’s starting to look like a lie I tell myself to be able to sleep tonight.

Another week, another month, another year, where we haven’t connected properly. When I stop to think about it, I really can’t remember the last time we even had sex.

Sexual frustration has become a way of life, but you’re worth it. I think. If only I could be who you need me to be. Perhaps then things would be right. I’ve tried working out, getting stronger, but that hasn’t made it better, if anything it only made the situation worse. I liked to solve problems but this one was beyond me. You assured me you loved me, that you wanted to want me like I wanted to be desired. I knew you were honest.

However, the truth was something we were both missing. Something only the mystic universe could correct. We were soulmates, even if my body wasn’t what you wanted. Maybe you couldn’t even admit it to yourself, but soon enough the universe would gift you, and me, with the marriage we both craved so deeply.

——

I hope you’re well. I’d like to play out a story where a married couple love each other but my wife is a deeply closeted lesbian. This has led our marriage down a rocky path where we aren’t really able to connect physically, even if we’re amazing for each other in every other way. I’m imagining that some mystical force feels our plight and begins to change me into the woman my wife can fully desire.

I tend to prefer slower burn roleplays and my preference is for a gradual transformation. I like to explore the inner thoughts and feelings of my character as I start to lose my masculinity, eventually watching it completely slip away. Struggling with seeing my wife grow increasingly affectionate even as my body is feeling increasingly alien to me.

Obviously gender transformation is a major kink of mine, but as far as transformations go I am not into unrealistic proportions or anything like that. My character would eventually become a fully functioning woman.

Some of my other kinks include, romance, oral, anal, transformation (obviously), desire, seduction, risky sex, public sex, feeling a little embarrassed, lingerie and clothing, losing control. I’m sure there are tons more.

Limits are the usual. No bathroom stuff (maybe a little pee), no blood, no extreme pain or BDSM.

I’d like to chat a bit before we start to see if we click and I’d like your ideas for how our characters would look and maybe even how my character would look at the end of the transformation process. I look forward to hearing from you and if this isn’t what you’re looking for, I hope you find it elsewhere.

We had a good marriage. At least that’s what I thought. You were, and are, my best friends. We’ve been married for five years now, but something is off, maybe it’s always been off and I’m just now allowing myself to see it. When I look back, we’ve always been happy, if not out of sync in some ways. Well, really one major way. Sex. There’s always been a disconnect. I told myself that we’d learn each other’s desires and eventually connect properly, but after five years together, that’s starting to look like a lie I tell myself to be able to sleep tonight.

Another week, another month, another year, where we haven’t connected properly. When I stop to think about it, I really can’t remember the last time we even had sex.

Sexual frustration has become a way of life, but you’re worth it. I think. If only I could be who you need me to be. Perhaps then things would be right. I’ve tried working out, getting stronger, but that hasn’t made it better, if anything it only made the situation worse. I liked to solve problems but this one was beyond me. You assured me you loved me, that you wanted to want me like I wanted to be desired. I knew you were honest.

However, the truth was something we were both missing. Something only the mystic universe could correct. We were soulmates, even if my body wasn’t what you wanted. Maybe you couldn’t even admit it to yourself, but soon enough the universe would gift you, and me, with the marriage we both craved so deeply.

——

I hope you’re well. I’d like to play out a story where a married couple love each other but my wife is a deeply closeted lesbian. This has led our marriage down a rocky path where we aren’t really able to connect physically, even if we’re amazing for each other in every other way. I’m imagining that some mystical force feels our plight and begins to change me into the woman my wife can fully desire.

I tend to prefer slower burn roleplays and my preference is for a gradual transformation. I like to explore the inner thoughts and feelings of my character as I start to lose my masculinity, eventually watching it completely slip away. Struggling with seeing my wife grow increasingly affectionate even as my body is feeling increasingly alien to me.

Obviously gender transformation is a major kink of mine, but as far as transformations go I am not into unrealistic proportions or anything like that. My character would eventually become a fully functioning woman.

Some of my other kinks include, romance, oral, anal, transformation (obviously), desire, seduction, risky sex, public sex, feeling a little embarrassed, lingerie and clothing, losing control. I’m sure there are tons more.

Limits are the usual. No bathroom stuff (maybe a little pee), no blood, no extreme pain or BDSM.

I’d like to chat a bit before we start to see if we click and I’d like your ideas for how our characters would look and maybe even how my character would look at the end of the transformation process. I look forward to hearing from you and if this isn’t what you’re looking for, I hope you find it elsewhere.

When I left for the work conference I couldn’t have imagine how it would change my life. Who would have guessed some desperate pharmaceutical company would attempt a blind test of their newest drug on random strangers in the bar.

I never went out for drinks at home. I didn’t have the time between helping around the house, raising the kids, and putting effort into my marriage. I also didn’t often travel for work. This was the rare exception. A conference trip where my wife couldn’t join me. It was the second day of a two week conference and I was worn out by the frustration of another day or corpo speak, normally something I could avoid in my daily work.

Stepping into the posh hotel bar I ordered a simple bourbon on the rocks and turned to take a look around the room as my drink was set before me. I was a middle aged man, why would I have any need to watch my drink. It was already pretty late and the bar wasn’t that busy. I couldn’t help but notice you there at the bar, but my sense of general propriety and faithfulness meant I didn’t take a second look.

I felt someone brush near me, surprised I hadn’t noticed them before. A brief apology and they were on their way. How could I have been expected to notice the clear vial of liquid they had dumped into my drink. I took a sip and the slight burn hit the spot to wash away some of the frustrations of the day. I reached up and naturally undid the top button of my dress shirt and loosened my tie a little, taking a second look in your direction on the other end of the bar. Another sip and I could feel my muscles start to relax.

I watch as you almost mirror my motions. Something felt… off. Different. Wrong but good. Our eyes met and i gave you a wry smile. You were getting up and walking in my direction.

—————————

Thank you for reading my prompt. I’d love to discuss this with any potential partners before we just jump in, to make sure that we click and are looking for similar things.

I’m imagining a scenario where our characters have been dosed by an experimental virus, designed in pairs to be given to a couple. The goal would be to chemically bind them. The bonding becoming something close to an addiction. A need to be with the other person, to be bound. The desire overwhelming my normal revulsion at the idea of cheating. It wouldn’t even feel like cheating anymore, it would feel like the only pathway forward, with you by my side, our perfect comparability chemically designed but undeniably real. And of course the sex would be amazing.

Where would this desire take us? Could it be cured? Would we even want to be cured?

Some of my kinks and preferences include, romance, desire, dubcon, corruption, light transformations, cuckquean, breeding, lactation, lingerie, risky sex, creampies, anal giving and receiving, oral giving and receiving, and many more. Limits are pretty much the standards.

I look forward to hearing from you, hopefully we can build something fun and pleasurable together. And if this isn’t what you’re looking for, I hope you find it elsewhere tonight.

I woke slowly. The dim light of the room made it difficult to make out, but something felt wrong. The more my senses came alive the more I recognized things weren’t right. This wasn’t my bed, this wasn’t my room. I could hear someone breathing lightly next to me in the bed. I don’t know how I knew, but I knew it wasn’t my wife. I worked carefully to slide out from under the covers and onto the soft, thick, carpeted floor or this mystery room. I didn’t want to risk waking whoever was in here with me.

I tried to remember the night before. It all seemed so normal. Going to sleep in my home, only to wake up here. I wasn’t a cheater and had always been faithful in my marriage, no drugs, and barely alcohol. This didn’t make sense.

My eyes scanned the room. It looked like some sort of fancy honeymoon suite. There was no privacy. The softly lit bathroom was separated from the rest of the space by only glass. There was a large shower and massive sunken tub. I made my way to the window and pulled back the floor length curtains, only for the mystery to deepen, there was no actual window. I turned around, growing increasingly suspicious of everything in the space. Where was the door? That’s when it dawned on me, there was no door!

What the hell!?!? I walked through the small sitting area, along the wall, hoping to catch something I had missed. There did appear to be some sort of drawer in the wall. Perhaps a connection to the outer world?

My mind was racing as I looked back over to the bed to see the covers stir. Who were you? How did I get here? Was this your doing or were we both victims of some awful prank, or something even worse?

Before I could reach any conclusion, an unseen speaker cracked to life and a voice made itself known. “Good. You are awake, and don’t seem any worse for wear. It’s time for the experiments to begin.”

—————————

Thank you for reading my prompt. I’d love to discuss this with any potential partners before we just jump in, to make sure that we click and are looking for similar things.

Some of my kinks and preferences include, romance, desire, dubcon, corruption, light transformations, cuckquean, breeding, lactation, lingerie, risky sex, creampies, anal giving and receiving, oral giving and receiving, and many more. Limits are pretty much the standards.

I look forward to hearing from you, hopefully we can build something fun and pleasurable together. And if this isn’t what you’re looking for, I hope you find it elsewhere tonight.

The most disappointing thing about getting a doctorate in archeology was the severe lack of bull whips, wild adventure, and nazi punching. Still, most of my work as a professor involved teaching, reading primary sources, archiving, and the disappointingly rare dig. I’m not that old, I’m sure there’s still hope for some grand adventure, but settling down and getting married has made that at least a little less likely. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife, but if I was out adventuring I’m afraid she might die of concern.

So That’s how I found myself as a professor at a small state New England college. It’s not as famous as some other campuses, but it’s got a dark academia vibe that’s cozy and full of hints of mystery. Some days are more exciting and interesting than others. Today, or tonight, to be more precise is not one of those “exciting” days. I was stuck in one of the dusty basements under dim but warm, incandescent lights. Cataloging, an important, if not mundane aspect of being an archeologist, is what I’d found myself doing. A rich graduate with an exquisite collection had recently passed away and donated his entire collection of art, artifacts, and oddities to the college upon his death, and I had been assigned the inauspicious task of going through everything, entering it into our database with a description, and making some early estimations as to value.

Luckily, I had you, my loyal TA, working with me to share the load and pass the time. You still had the energy and warmth that I was ashamed to admit may have started to dim within myself about our chosen profession.

Open an old box, find an even older wooden box within, putting on my gloves, and carefully uncovering another mystery. I had to admit that his collection was genuinely interesting and intriguing, though he did seem to have an odd preoccupation with collecting fertility related items. It had made our evening humorous at moments when we had to determine descriptions for items.

Ah, back to the last wooden box I planned to open for the night. Moonlight drifted through the windows high above us, peaking out of the foundation of the building. “One last box, then we’ll be done for the night,“ I half said to myself. You gave me a smile as I opened the box. Inside was a worn looking fertility idol. It sat in a velvet bed. I turned my head a bit and held up the box to the light, trying to make out the material of the object. “Can you make out what this made from?” Maybe my eyes were just tired.

As I handed you the box I felt something odd, like when you’ve forgotten something but you can’t quite remember what it is you’ve misplaced. I didn’t want to hand the box over and something about the object begged to be touched. As you took the box from my hands I found myself pulling off my glove. Maybe if I touched it I’d get a better idea of the craftsmanship and material, maybe it would start me on a grand adventure I thought I’d never had.

——————

Good evening, I appreciate you taking the time to read my long prompt, but I wanted to build out the world a bit and draw the right partner into the scene. As you can probably gather, there is more to this particular idol than meets the idea. I imagine our characters would ultimately touch the object at the same time, drawn to it in some ancient way, pulled to feel its warmth. This simple act would create something of a bond between us, a blessing, or curse, gifted to us from an ancient goddess. I’d like to discuss before we jump in to determine where we go with this. Part of the fun of roleplaying something out is the creation of a story and world that can be surprising for everyone involved. I tend to enjoy slower burn stories. Building up the sexual tension to a crescendo tends to make it feel more real and more exciting. (Not that I’m not above some true smut, but I value building some connection before just making a mess.)

I’d like to discuss our characters a bit more, who we are, what we want, and how we appear. Some of my kinks and preferences include, corruption (not necessarily being made evil, but “corrupting” in the sense that one breaks outside what they previously viewed as normal or good behavior), cheating/cucking a partner or spouse (not in a way so as to cause pain to the significant other, but almost in a way that the parties had no choice or were pushed into the circumstances by forces seen or unseen), romance, desire, breeding, risky sex, body worship, oral giving and receiving, enthusiastic consent, confessions of desires, expectance of desires, cum play, fertility, realistic body changes (nothing crazy or extreme, just maybe “ironing“ out the imperfections), lactation, and I’m sure that there are more. My limits are for the most part, the usual.

Feel free to ask anything you like. Connection is important to building a shared world together. Hopefully, something in this lengthy post intrigues you enough to respond. If this isn’t your cup of tea, I truly hope you find what you’re looking for elsewhere tonight. I look forward to hearing from you.

I woke slowly. The dim light of the room made it difficult to make out, but something felt wrong. The more my senses came alive the more I recognized things weren’t right. This wasn’t my bed, this wasn’t my room. I could hear someone breathing lightly next to me in the bed. I don’t know how I knew, but I knew it wasn’t my wife. I worked carefully to slide out from under the covers and onto the soft, thick, carpeted floor or this mystery room. I didn’t want to risk waking whoever was in here with me.

I tried to remember the night before. It all seemed so normal. Going to sleep in my home, only to wake up here. I wasn’t a cheater and had always been faithful in my marriage, no drugs, and barely alcohol. This didn’t make sense.

My eyes scanned the room. It looked like some sort of fancy honeymoon suite. There was no privacy. The softly lit bathroom was separated from the rest of the space by only glass. There was a large shower and massive sunken tub. I made my way to the window and pulled back the floor length curtains, only for the mystery to deepen, there was no actual window. I turned around, growing increasingly suspicious of everything in the space. Where was the door? That’s when it dawned on me, there was no door!

What the hell!?!? I walked through the small sitting area, along the wall, hoping to catch something I had missed. There did appear to be some sort of drawer in the wall. Perhaps a connection to the outer world?

My mind was racing as I looked back over to the bed to see the covers stir. Who were you? How did I get here? Was this your doing or were we both victims of some awful prank, or something even worse?

Before I could reach any conclusion, an unseen speaker cracked to life and a voice made itself known. “Good. You are awake, and don’t seem any worse for wear. It’s time for the experiments to begin.”

—————————

Thank you for reading my prompt. I’d love to discuss this with any potential partners before we just jump in, to make sure that we click and are looking for similar things.

Some of my kinks and preferences include, romance, desire, dubcon, corruption, light transformations, cuckquean, breeding, lactation, lingerie, risky sex, creampies, anal giving and receiving, oral giving and receiving, and many more. Limits are pretty much the standards.

I look forward to hearing from you, hopefully we can build something fun and pleasurable together. And if this isn’t what you’re looking for, I hope you find it elsewhere tonight.

I woke slowly. The dim light of the room made it difficult to make out, but something felt wrong. The more my senses came alive the more I recognized things weren’t right. This wasn’t my bed, this wasn’t my room. I could hear someone breathing lightly next to me in the bed. I don’t know how I knew, but I knew it wasn’t my wife. I worked carefully to slide out from under the covers and onto the soft, thick, carpeted floor or this mystery room. I didn’t want to risk waking whoever was in here with me.

I tried to remember the night before. It all seemed so normal. Going to sleep in my home, only to wake up here. I wasn’t a cheater and had always been faithful in my marriage, no drugs, and barely alcohol. This didn’t make sense.

My eyes scanned the room. It looked like some sort of fancy honeymoon suite. There was no privacy. The softly lit bathroom was separated from the rest of the space by only glass. There was a large shower and massive sunken tub. I made my way to the window and pulled back the floor length curtains, only for the mystery to deepen, there was no actual window. I turned around, growing increasingly suspicious of everything in the space. Where was the door? That’s when it dawned on me, there was no door!

What the hell!?!? I walked through the small sitting area, along the wall, hoping to catch something I had missed. There did appear to be some sort of drawer in the wall. Perhaps a connection to the outer world?

My mind was racing as I looked back over to the bed to see the covers stir. Who were you? How did I get here? Was this your doing or were we both victims of some awful prank, or something even worse?

Before I could reach any conclusion, an unseen speaker cracked to life and a voice made itself known. “Good. You are awake, and don’t seem any worse for wear. It’s time for the experiments to begin.”

—————————

Thank you for reading my prompt. I’d love to discuss this with any potential partners before we just jump in, to make sure that we click and are looking for similar things.

Some of my kinks and preferences include, romance, desire, dubcon, corruption, light transformations, cuckquean, breeding, lactation, lingerie, risky sex, creampies, anal giving and receiving, oral giving and receiving, and many more. Limits are pretty much the standards.

I look forward to hearing from you, hopefully we can build something fun and pleasurable together. And if this isn’t what you’re looking for, I hope you find it elsewhere tonight.

I woke slowly. The dim light of the room made it difficult to make out, but something felt wrong. The more my senses came alive the more I recognized things weren’t right. This wasn’t my bed, this wasn’t my room. I could hear someone breathing lightly next to me in the bed. I don’t know how I knew, but I knew it wasn’t my wife. I worked carefully to slide out from under the covers and onto the soft, thick, carpeted floor or this mystery room. I didn’t want to risk waking whoever was in here with me.

I tried to remember the night before. It all seemed so normal. Going to sleep in my home, only to wake up here. I wasn’t a cheater and had always been faithful in my marriage, no drugs, and barely alcohol. This didn’t make sense.

My eyes scanned the room. It looked like some sort of fancy honeymoon suite. There was no privacy. The softly lit bathroom was separated from the rest of the space by only glass. There was a large shower and massive sunken tub. I made my way to the window and pulled back the floor length curtains, only for the mystery to deepen, there was no actual window. I turned around, growing increasingly suspicious of everything in the space. Where was the door? That’s when it dawned on me, there was no door!

What the hell!?!? I walked through the small sitting area, along the wall, hoping to catch something I had missed. There did appear to be some sort of drawer in the wall. Perhaps a connection to the outer world?

My mind was racing as I looked back over to the bed to see the covers stir. Who were you? How did I get here? Was this your doing or were we both victims of some awful prank, or something even worse?

Before I could reach any conclusion, an unseen speaker cracked to life and a voice made itself known. “Good. You are awake, and don’t seem any worse for wear. It’s time for the experiments to begin.”

—————————

Thank you for reading my prompt. I’d love to discuss this with any potential partners before we just jump in, to make sure that we click and are looking for similar things.

Some of my kinks and preferences include, romance, desire, dubcon, corruption, light transformations, cuckquean, breeding, lactation, lingerie, risky sex, creampies, anal giving and receiving, oral giving and receiving, and many more. Limits are pretty much the standards.

I look forward to hearing from you, hopefully we can build something fun and pleasurable together. And if this isn’t what you’re looking for, I hope you find it elsewhere tonight.

When I left for the work conference I couldn’t have imagine how it would change my life. Who would have guessed some desperate pharmaceutical company would attempt a blind test of their newest drug on random strangers in the bar.

I never went out for drinks at home. I didn’t have the time between helping around the house, raising the kids, and putting effort into my marriage. I also didn’t often travel for work. This was the rare exception. A conference trip where my wife couldn’t join me. It was the second day of a two week conference and I was worn out by the frustration of another day or corpo speak, normally something I could avoid in my daily work.

Stepping into the posh hotel bar I ordered a simple bourbon on the rocks and turned to take a look around the room as my drink was set before me. I was a middle aged man, why would I have any need to watch my drink. It was already pretty late and the bar wasn’t that busy. I couldn’t help but notice you there at the bar, but my sense of general propriety and faithfulness meant I didn’t take a second look.

I felt someone brush near me, surprised I hadn’t noticed them before. A brief apology and they were on their way. How could I have been expected to notice the clear vial of liquid they had dumped into my drink. I took a sip and the slight burn hit the spot to wash away some of the frustrations of the day. I reached up and naturally undid the top button of my dress shirt and loosened my tie a little, taking a second look in your direction on the other end of the bar. Another sip and I could feel my muscles start to relax.

I watch as you almost mirror my motions. Something felt… off. Different. Wrong but good. Our eyes met and i gave you a wry smile. You were getting up and walking in my direction.

—————————

Thank you for reading my prompt. I’d love to discuss this with any potential partners before we just jump in, to make sure that we click and are looking for similar things.

I’m imagining a scenario where our characters have been dosed by an experimental virus, designed in pairs to be given to a couple. The goal would be to chemically bind them. The bonding becoming something close to an addiction. A need to be with the other person, to be bound. The desire overwhelming my normal revulsion at the idea of cheating. It wouldn’t even feel like cheating anymore, it would feel like the only pathway forward, with you by my side, our perfect comparability chemically designed but undeniably real. And of course the sex would be amazing.

Where would this desire take us? Could it be cured? Would we even want to be cured?

Some of my kinks and preferences include, romance, desire, dubcon, corruption, light transformations, cuckquean, breeding, lactation, lingerie, risky sex, creampies, anal giving and receiving, oral giving and receiving, and many more. Limits are pretty much the standards.

I look forward to hearing from you, hopefully we can build something fun and pleasurable together. And if this isn’t what you’re looking for, I hope you find it elsewhere tonight.