u/milf__prey

I love my husband. I do. And no, I don’t mean in an obligatory way.

But I just never really expected to arrive at this place. He’s successful, not in a jet-setter financier sort of way but enough that I don’t have to work and he’s away from home far more than he’s at it. That has… consequences. My libido has always been higher than his, sure, and work was important, but to offer to let me sleep around?

It had shocked me. But then I agreed.

I set to the work of wondering what exactly I wanted. Racking my brain I came up with handful of rotating, uninspired sexual encounters. Fingering. Blowjob. Missionary. Repeat. I resolved myself to focus on exploring, broadening my horizons, rather than being picky out the gate.

I knew I was onto something when that thought excited me. Then came setting up some profiles.

Scrolling back through my photos I selected what I felt was most flattering. A nice selfie, my straight black hair freshly done at the salon and shining down to the small of my back, a face full of my modest yet plenty cute makeup— even if day-to-day I preferred to keep my hair tied up. A shot from afar, standing next to one of my favorite paintings, wearing a modest pair of black sneakers, a long black skirt and oversized, puffy tan sweater— the strangers in the periphery doing a decent job of illustrating how petite I am at just 5’. A gym selfie, giving a little better idea of my slim physique in a sports-bra and leggings, the classic pose to show the shapeliness of my ass— even if it wasn’t as big as it was bubbly. A couple more smiley ones to fill the space, hopefully sending the message that I’m not uptight. And lastly a beach shot with some friends, sprinkling out there that I’ve DDs to entice some initial nibbles— are you really so desperate, I scolded myself.

But I added it anyway. Not pictured was

As for a description…?

“Emma. 33. I have a partner, they know I’m here, and you can’t meet them.

I’m pretty game for whatever and very new to all of this. I’m interested in trying new things within reason. Some ground rules:

• You have to wear a condom.

• I will be hosting.

• The wine’s on me.

Shoot me a message at XXX-XXX-XXXX.”

Forward? Maybe. Effective? Certainly.

The responses seemed to start rolling in as soon as I hit ‘Save.’

And then I had to pick.

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In brief, I’m looking for a story which ushers Emma from ‘sex because you love them’ to ‘sex for sex’s sake.’

I’m *not* looking for romance. I want her to explore being objectified, corrupted, and degraded, and get off on the feeling that the body she inhabits is a (albeit an effective) tool for others to get themselves off with. She’ll be (and I am) intrigued by most kinks, and enjoys the feeling of being exposed to new things behind her husband’s back as well as strangers wanting to indulge their niche sources of fulfillment with her.

I’m happy to play this with partners looking to play one character for a series of meetups, or a series of individual vignettes.

As for the characters she’s across from, most anything goes! The first requirement is they be dominant. While Emma doesn’t know it yet, she’s certainly a submissive. Older or young than Emma, larger or smaller endowments, any gender, and whatever race is fine by me. I’m even open to expanding this to more of a ‘modern fantasy’ setting if that’s something you’d be interested in. But ideally whoever they are have found her profile and have something in mind that they are drawn to the married woman for.

You can find my kinklist on my DPP Profile, but I do think it might be worth elucidating some specifics for this kind of scene.

Condoms: this being a boundary that is broken down and degraded is very much to my liking and something I’d be happy to explore. Whether it be a single scene where a jerk partner doesn’t put on a second for the next round, or a process of getting her to stop asking for them altogether, that’s fine with me.

Sex in time: I’m not sure how to summarize this neatly in a phrase, but I like the idea of there being a variety of ‘lengths’ of sexual encounters (marathons, quickies, long rounds, short ones) as well as some level of awareness of what else might be going on in Emma’s day. Did someone arrange a quickie early in the morning before she goes grocery shopping? Is her husband out of town and someone gets the lucky spot of spending the night? An all-day affair before his car pulls in? Details like that which makes it feel more like Emma is an actual human with an actual life to get back to outside of sex.

Partner variety: As I alluded to, I’m less interested in musclebound adonis #27 looking to sweep Emma off her feet and instead more specific looks or features. Hence my mention of age gaps in either direction, no real preference for endowment size (within reason), the opening to any gender or race and so forth. If the point is for her to experience new things and be objectified for others’ pleasure she can’t be too choosey, can she. (This said, no “ugly bastard” types, please.)

Cheating / Cuckolding: I'm not looking for the husband to appear as part of the RP, apologies my cuckoldry fans. I am still open to highlighting differences in sexual prowess in the like, but it'll more exist in Emma's mind or as responses prodded for by your character than something she's explicitly getting off on. It's not about her belittling him, it'll more be about her experiencing something she hasn't before or at least hasn't with him.

Anyway, if this tickles something in you that way it does in me, shoot me a message!

“Ah… Never ‘ad a Drow lass…” The dwarf leered over me, having taken the time to fully undress whilst only tugging my panties to the ankle and unceremoniously flipping up my skirt. Every inch of his 4’5” frame seemed covered in wiry, red-brown hair, his stout, girthy, mushroom-headed cock itself sprouting from a nest of fur.

Already well-slicked from the time it spent in my mouth.

He climbed into his creaking bed after me, planting his shaft against my obsidian-colored vulva and grinding, clearly basking in the anticipation. Large, calloused, blacksmith hands gripped my calves, and folded my legs backwards, giving the impression I was presenting my sex for him to plunder.

“Never ‘ad any knife-ears though… ‘Eard they ‘ad…” He plunged inside all at once, greedily, throbbing cock-head carving a path through the ridges of my tender tunnel. “Ughff… The softest… cunts…” He strained out a groan, adjusting his angle, shifting his weight side to side to find his sweet spot, then began to drill his thick shaft down into me.

To think I had simply asked what he thought an acceptable tip would be for a horsehoe repair, followed by him laying a heavy smack on my rear in the quiet of his blacksmith’s shop.

…

I wasn’t sure what precisely brought me to this point. I had decades under my belt as a premiere warlock, never suffering an ill word from any I should encounter. And yet my head filled with fantasies. Of indulging those who ogled me, who’d never seen one of my kind out from the underdark. It was what sated my… urges whilst traveling from dungeon to dungeon, tavern to tavern. Yet I’d never dare accept any of these offers.

But now, years later, my adventuring days behind me, my contract annulled, and having worked through most of the books on the shelves of my townhome I found these thoughts more at the forefront.

Surely I could indulge just a little…?

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I’d very much like to play Anara, a retired drow warlock who has struggled to fill her days with something resembling the excitement of her adventuring days and has arrived at… an unorthodox solution.

She’s just going to oblige.

Not in all circumstances, granted. She has to feel that shame-stained spark, and she’s not liable to let her slut flag fly out in the open. No, I’d much prefer her to plausibly believe her indulgences can be kept a secret.

As well, the classic “Knight in Shining Armor” never made her do more than roll her eyes, nor did the brooding, damaged, tall dark and handsome inspire anything but disgust. No, the ones who always wormed into her head were the leering lechers, those who did not care what she thought of herself, what pedigree her drow heritage gave her, perhaps even look down on her pointy-eared identity.

While the title explicitly mentions ‘Dwarves’ I’d like to draw your attention to the “& More” instead as I’m quite open to reconfiguring the sample scene I’ve provided to any manner of partner. For me I enjoy Anara getting with someone she historically wouldn’t, and might even actively think is beneath her, yet it’s precisely that reality she derives so much pleasure from.

Maybe you’re a goblin highwayman (or several) who she negotiates with to keep her belongings, much to your surprise, a tryst ensuing in the forest just off the road. A kobold who purchases some of my old dungeon hauls from me who insists the alley behind my townhome is private enough. Maybe a tiefling lass who owns a smutty bookshop I frequent and whom possesses a dash of succubus blood. Or of course the dwarven blacksmith in an empty shop and with an empty bed just upstairs. Just some ideas!

Anara herself I imagine 5’3” with bright white hair down past her shoulder blades and most often braided, long slender ears peeking out from where it falls. I’ve pale violet eyes and obsidian, spotless skin. My lithe, leggy build suits me I think, with a tight, plush rear and perky B-cup breasts. I’ve a manicured little white patch of hair above my vulva, all of my sensitive folds hidden inside those lips.

I’ll not also while I don’t see this as a “ONS” I also don’t envision this as tremendously long-term. I’m more than open to playing alongside GMs but I’d prefer we conceptualize this as a series of smaller vignettes instead. Let’s play one delightful scene to its conclusion and we can go from there! My other prompts are aching for attention too after all.

Some kinks I would enjoy here in particular: fantasy race play, fear/risk of being caught, disrespectful/inconsiderate partners, corruption, size difference (small dom / big sub especially), hairy partners, smooth partners, futanari, small dicks, big cocks, and far more to be discovered in my DPP Profile. You’ll find my limits there as well!

I’ll also note that for ladies (and futanari) I’m open to softening this to be somewhat sapphicly romantic but I’m not interested in romance alongside male partners.

If Anara strikes your fancy let me know.

“Ah… Never ‘ad a Drow lass…” The dwarf leered over me, having taken the time to fully undress whilst only tugging my panties to the ankle and unceremoniously flipping up my skirt. Every inch of his 4’5” frame seemed covered in wiry, red-brown hair, his stout, girthy, mushroom-headed cock itself sprouting from a nest of fur.

Already well-slicked from the time it spent in my mouth.

He climbed into his creaking bed after me, planting his shaft against my obsidian-colored vulva and grinding, clearly basking in the anticipation. Large, calloused, blacksmith hands gripped my calves, and folded my legs backwards, giving the impression I was presenting my sex for him to plunder.

“Never ‘ad any knife-ears though… ‘Eard they ‘ad…” He plunged inside all at once, greedily, throbbing cock-head carving a path through the ridges of my tender tunnel. “Ughff… The softest… cunts…” He strained out a groan, adjusting his angle, shifting his weight side to side to find his sweet spot, then began to drill his thick shaft down into me.

To think I had simply asked what he thought an acceptable tip would be for a horsehoe repair, followed by him laying a heavy smack on my rear in the quiet of his blacksmith’s shop.

…

I wasn’t sure what precisely brought me to this point. I had decades under my belt as a premiere warlock, never suffering an ill word from any I should encounter. And yet my head filled with fantasies. Of indulging those who ogled me, who’d never seen one of my kind out from the underdark. It was what sated my… urges whilst traveling from dungeon to dungeon, tavern to tavern. Yet I’d never dare accept any of these offers.

But now, years later, my adventuring days behind me, my contract annulled, and having worked through most of the books on the shelves of my townhome I found these thoughts more at the forefront.

Surely I could indulge just a little…?

———

I’d very much like to play Anara, a retired drow warlock who has struggled to fill her days with something resembling the excitement of her adventuring days and has arrived at… an unorthodox solution.

She’s just going to oblige.

Not in all circumstances, granted. She has to feel that shame-stained spark, and she’s not liable to let her slut flag fly out in the open. No, I’d much prefer her to plausibly believe her indulgences can be kept a secret.

As well, the classic “Knight in Shining Armor” never made her do more than roll her eyes, nor did the brooding, damaged, tall dark and handsome inspire anything but disgust. No, the ones who always wormed into her head were the leering lechers, those who did not care what she thought of herself, what pedigree her drow heritage gave her, perhaps even look down on her pointy-eared identity.

While the title explicitly mentions ‘Dwarves’ I’d like to draw your attention to the “& More” instead as I’m quite open to reconfiguring the sample scene I’ve provided to any manner of partner. For me I enjoy Anara getting with someone she historically wouldn’t, and might even actively think is beneath her, yet it’s precisely that reality she derives so much pleasure from.

Maybe you’re a goblin highwayman (or several) who she negotiates with to keep her belongings, much to your surprise, a tryst ensuing in the forest just off the road. A kobold who purchases some of my old dungeon hauls from me who insists the alley behind my townhome is private enough. Maybe a tiefling lass who owns a smutty bookshop I frequent and whom possesses a dash of succubus blood. Or of course the dwarven blacksmith in an empty shop and with an empty bed just upstairs. Just some ideas!

Anara herself I imagine 5’3” with bright white hair down past her shoulder blades and most often braided, long slender ears peeking out from where it falls. I’ve pale violet eyes and obsidian, spotless skin. My lithe, leggy build suits me I think, with a tight, plush rear and perky B-cup breasts. I’ve a manicured little white patch of hair above my vulva, all of my sensitive folds hidden inside those lips.

I’ll not also while I don’t see this as a “ONS” I also don’t envision this as tremendously long-term. I’m more than open to playing alongside GMs but I’d prefer we conceptualize this as a series of smaller vignettes instead. Let’s play one delightful scene to its conclusion and we can go from there! My other prompts are aching for attention too after all.

Some kinks I would enjoy here in particular: fantasy race play, fear/risk of being caught, disrespectful/inconsiderate partners, corruption, size difference (small dom / big sub especially), hairy partners, smooth partners, futanari, small dicks, big cocks, and far more to be discovered in my DPP Profile. You’ll find my limits there as well!

I’ll also note that for ladies (and futanari) I’m open to softening this to be somewhat sapphicly romantic but I’m not interested in romance alongside male partners.

If Anara strikes your fancy let me know.

Some had questioned when I opened an inn on the outskirts of Monsioux but it has always been occupied. Plus, the further you get from town the more interesting visitors you seem to get.

Sure, I heard some of the barmaids I employed ogle the usual sort. Fawning over broad-chested knights, shamefully eyeing towering Orcs, considering whether they might take their chances with mystical tieflings, try their hand at courting haughty elves.

None particularly to my tastes, however.

For whatever reason I’ve preferred the shorter. The stout dwarves, the gnomes, the halflings, even the goblins or the kobolds, and always ladies more petite than myself.

And I’d certainly paid the price, my storied sexual history having run a little dry for a stretch now. Not for lack of appeal, though. I’d been propositioned by plenty of the guests that had passed through my walls as well as strangers and acquaintances alike as I made my way into town for the markets or traveled through the countryside.

Isla, as you may have guessed. Thirty-four just this year, I stand 5’7” with bright blonde hair down past my shoulder blades and most often braided. I’ve pale green eyes and similarly pale, spotless skin. My fairly curvy though slim, leggy build is mostly intact, mired only by a bit of paunch at my stomach, with a tight, plush rear and busty D-cup breasts. I’ve a manicured little blonde patch of here above my perhaps puffy-lipped vulva.

Should you visit you’d see me behind the counter in a simple yet flattering forest-green dress and an apron, no doubt a beaming smile on my face. I was known for my hospitality after all, an upstanding member of Monsioux society if slightly eccentric, deserving of respect for carving out Isla’s Isle as the last little stop-off before all manner of traveler set off on their journeys.

Though lately I’d certainly been prone to some daydreaming that might signal a need to redouble my efforts at finding some excitement.

I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to the most recent tryst some six months ago.

…

My own arousal reaching a fever pitch once before I had propositioned a lone greenskin I spotted slinking towards the forest whilst I returned with a basket of herbs and spices, leading him to the small cottage I call home behind my inn.

She wasted no time, acting as if I might rescind such an offer at any moment should he waste her chance. I had slipped my panties off before sitting back onto the bed, watching her nervous movements as a tent formed beneath her loin cloth.

“Want me to suck?” I asked, gesturing, yet she didn’t seem to understand. In an impatient huff she climbed into bed and atop me, roughly lifting my dress until my flower was revealed to her. She leaned further over me and forced me to lay flat in return, leaving me to only feel as the throbbing head followed by slender shaft slid in with ease. At once her thrusts were erratic, churning my needy insides and filling my cottage with the steady plap plap plap of her green balls slapping my rear.

“Oh~… Ah~!” I couldn’t help myself but to moan whilst she merely panted and drooled, her arms cradling my legs and urging them backwards steadily until my pussy was pointed to the air, her balls smearing my own wetness across my sex at the apex of each thrust down into me.

…

“A-Ah.. Hm? Excuse me… You wanted a room?”

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Perhaps I got a bit carried away but hopefully I have illustrated what I am looking for. I always enjoys senses of juxtaposition and Isla already has one for starters: The respectable, capable businesswoman that established this bustling inn very much enjoys being treated likely a clueless, easy slut. On top of that, she also has a preference for the smaller sort rather than the biggest, baddest around.

That said, she is still very submissive and whatever character you play ought to be dominant. Given the ‘small dom big sub’ theme in the title it’s worth noting I’m not looking for any extreme size difference. No fairies, please. I just enjoy the notion that at least in theory, or at a glance, it seems like Isla ought to have the physical ability to unhand any would-be dominant yet chooses not to. (Perhaps less accurate with a Dwarf, but you get my point. Besides, if you clicked this surely you see the appeal!).

While goblins, kobolds, dwarves, etc. perhaps aren’t too alien in this sort of dominant role I will make an appeal to any ladies interested in taking on the domme mantle, as well as those looking to play a futanari roles, trans girls, or even the elusive ‘femboy.’

In general, I think this lends itself to all sorts of raunchy sex, and themes of dub-con and the contours of dom/sub. Isla isn’t literally being overpowered but she is being overpowered by her own little sub-bug that makes her most interested in those others seem to ignore and gets off on being used to get off.

And this brings me to a close! Please come with a reply which includes a concrete idea or two, your kinks, and do feel free to review my DPP Profile to learn some more about me!