u/mrstealyourgal69

I live in a normal Mumbai apartment complex. My neighbor Rohan is a cute, soft-spoken 23-year-old guy who I’ve always thought was a bit feminine. We’ve been friendly for a while casual hellos, sometimes sharing food or helping with small stuff.
One night, there’s a long power cut in the building. He texts me asking if he can come over because he hates being alone in the dark. I say sure. When he knocks, he’s wearing loose shorts and a t-shirt. We sit on the couch talking, and somehow the conversation slowly turns sexual.
He gets shy but eventually confesses that he’s really into anal. Like, obsessed with it. He tells me he fingers himself almost every night and has a small collection of toys. The way he describes how much he loves the feeling of being stretched and filled makes it impossible for me to stay calm.
The tension snaps.
I pull him closer and start kissing him. Soon I have his shorts off. I bend him over the couch, spread his ass, and eat him out properly licking and tonguing his hole while he moans and pushes back against my face. He’s clearly loving it. I add fingers, stretching him slowly, then two, then three, until he’s dripping and begging.
I finally stand up, lube my thick cock, and push inside him raw and deep. He gasps loudly as I start fucking him. We go at it for a long time first on the couch in doggy, then I carry him to the bed and fuck him missionary with his legs on my shoulders, watching his face the whole time. He cums twice without touching himself, just from his ass.
By the end, his hole is red, swollen, and leaking. He’s breathing heavily, smiling, and already whispering that he wants it again soon.

Looking for a sweet, sensual girl who craves slow, passionate vanilla sex filled with lots of intimate foreplay.
Picture us in a cozy bedroom with soft lights. You’re lying comfortably on the bed wearing something simple yet sexy a soft nighty or light lingerie that gently hugs your curves. I start slow: deep, loving kisses on your lips, then trailing down to your neck, shoulders, and chest. My hands explore your body gently while I kiss and suck on your breasts, teasing your nipples with my tongue until they’re hard.
I take my time with foreplay spreading your thighs, kissing down your stomach, and going down on you with slow, passionate licks and sucks on your clit. I love feeling you get wetter, hearing your soft moans, and watching your body react. You can return the favor too — stroking me gently, kissing my chest, and taking me in your mouth while I run my fingers through your hair.
When we finally make love, it’s intimate and passionate: missionary with lots of eye contact, your legs wrapped around me, slow deep thrusts that gradually build until we’re both trembling and breathing heavily. I love whispering sweet dirty talk — telling you how beautiful you are, how good you feel wrapped around me, and how much I want to make you cum.
Casual chat that turns into warm, romantic, and sensual roleplay. Total anonymity — no faces, no real names, just pure passionate connection.
If you’re a girl who loves vanilla sex with plenty of foreplay, kissing, oral, and emotional intimacy in bed… slide into my DMs.
Suggestions to make our scene even better:
• Tell me what you’d love me to focus on during foreplay (kissing, nipple play, slow oral, fingering, body worship, etc.)
• What position feels most passionate for you — missionary, you on top, spooning, or something else?
• Any favorite dirty talk style — sweet and loving, or a bit naughtier while still romantic?
• Would you like me to describe undressing you slowly or keeping the nighty on during sex?
Tell me:
• What you’d wear to bed tonight
• One thing you really enjoy during foreplay
Let’s create a warm, wet, and deeply satisfying passionate night together 😈❤️

I’m a dominant, hot , guy in my 20s looking for something ongoing and meaningful. Not just quick sexting I want a long-term roleplay partner who enjoys a proper slowburn.
The fantasy: You’re a cute femboy who starts off shy and hesitant. Maybe we meet as “normal” friends or neighbors first. Over time, you slowly start showing your feminine side to me subtle at the beginning (wearing cute underwear, light makeup, soft clothes), then getting bolder as trust builds. I gradually take more control, guiding you, praising you, and turning you into my secret pretty girl.we can try new rps together too

I love the slow progression: teasing, flirting, building tension, emotional connection mixed with domination, dressing up sessions, body worship, and eventually very steamy scenes when the moment feels right.
If you’re someone who wants consistent chats, character development, daily/regular messages, and a roleplay that can last weeks or months, I’m your guy. I’m patient, detailed, and very responsive.
Casual chat that naturally turns into deeper, immersive roleplay. Total anonymity no pressure for pics or voice, just good writing and fun.
If this sounds like something you’d enjoy, message me and tell me:
• How feminine you like to be (subtle vs fully dolled up)
• Any limits or favorite kinks
Looking forward to building something fun and addictive together 😈💕

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Once upon a time in the dusty, chaotic streets of an imaginary Mumbai that smelled perpetually of vada pav and broken dreams, there lived a man named Rajesh. Rajesh was not your average guy. He was a professional bullshit artist. His job? Selling invisible umbrellas to people who swore it never rained in their lives. “Guaranteed to keep your soul dry during existential crises,” he’d pitch, waving an empty hand like a conductor leading an orchestra of nonsense.
One sweltering afternoon, while dodging cows and auto-rickshaws that honked in Morse code, Rajesh stumbled upon a glowing coconut. Not a regular coconut—this one hummed the tune of old Bollywood songs backward. He cracked it open (because why not?), and out popped a genie who looked suspiciously like a retired accountant wearing a lungi and a name tag that read “Babu Ji, Disappointment Division.”
“Master, I grant you three wishes,” the genie declared, adjusting his spectacles. “But there’s a catch. Everything must be bullshit.”
Rajesh, never one to miss an opportunity for chaos, grinned. “First wish: Make me the richest man in the world.”
Poof! Suddenly Rajesh owned every single rupee in circulation. Banks printed his face on notes. People paid him to breathe. But the money was made of chocolate wrappers and expired lottery tickets. He tried buying a mansion, but it turned out to be a cardboard box painted gold that dissolved in the first monsoon. Rajesh laughed so hard he cried chocolate syrup.
“Second wish,” he continued, wiping his face. “I want to be the most handsome man alive.”
The genie snapped his fingers. Rajesh’s reflection in every puddle now showed a chiseled jawline, perfect hair, and eyes that sparkled like cheap diyas. Strangers fainted. Aunties proposed marriage on the spot. But the handsomeness was selective—it only worked in mirrors and selfies. In real life, he still looked like a slightly overcooked samosa. Dates ended with women asking, “Wait, are you the same guy from your profile?” He became a walking optical illusion.
By now, Rajesh was having the time of his life. He strutted through markets where vendors sold “authentic” Rolexes that ticked backward. Children chased him demanding autographs on banana peels. But something nagged at him. The third wish.
He sat on the beach at Marine Drive, watching the sea pretend to be romantic while plastic bags floated like disappointed jellyfish. “Genie,” he said, “for my final wish… make the world make sense.”
The genie paused, looking genuinely concerned for the first time. “That’s not bullshit, master. That’s dangerous.”
“Do it anyway.”
The world changed. Traffic lights worked. Politicians told the truth. Cows filed taxes. Every question had a logical answer. People woke up knowing exactly what to do with their lives. No more arguments on WhatsApp groups. No more “adjust maadi” in elevators. Rajesh watched in horror as the city became… efficient. Boring. Predictable.
Within hours, everyone was miserable. Without bullshit, there was no surprise, no laughter at the absurd, no late-night chai debates about whether pineapple belongs on pizza (it doesn’t, but arguing is the point). Suicide rates among philosophers skyrocketed. Comedians retired. Love confessions became Excel sheets.
Rajesh begged the genie to reverse it. “Please, turn it back to glorious nonsense!”
But the genie had vanished, leaving only a note: “You asked for sense. Now live with it, sucker.”
Rajesh wandered the now-perfect streets, where everything ran on time and dreams came with user manuals. He tried selling invisible umbrellas again, but people just stared blankly. “Why would I need that? Weather apps are 100% accurate.”
In desperation, he started telling stories. Wild, ridiculous tales about talking coconuts and chocolate money. Slowly, people gathered. They laughed. They argued. They forgot the spreadsheets for a moment. Bullshit, it turned out, was the secret sauce of humanity.
And so Rajesh became the unofficial mayor of Chaos, reminding everyone that a world without a little nonsense is the biggest bullshit of all.
He never did find the genie again. But every evening, he cracked open a real coconut, just in case. And somewhere in the distance, an auto-rickshaw honked in approval.
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Open to all kinks and genders (subs)

I live in a normal Mumbai apartment complex. My neighbor Rohan is a cute, soft-spoken 23-year-old guy who I’ve always thought was a bit feminine. We’ve been friendly for a while casual hellos, sometimes sharing food or helping with small stuff.
One night, there’s a long power cut in the building. He texts me asking if he can come over because he hates being alone in the dark. I say sure. When he knocks, he’s wearing loose shorts and a t-shirt. We sit on the couch talking, and somehow the conversation slowly turns sexual.
He gets shy but eventually confesses that he’s really into anal. Like, obsessed with it. He tells me he fingers himself almost every night and has a small collection of toys. The way he describes how much he loves the feeling of being stretched and filled makes it impossible for me to stay calm.
The tension snaps.
I pull him closer and start kissing him. Soon I have his shorts off. I bend him over the couch, spread his ass, and eat him out properly licking and tonguing his hole while he moans and pushes back against my face. He’s clearly loving it. I add fingers, stretching him slowly, then two, then three, until he’s dripping and begging.
I finally stand up, lube my thick cock, and push inside him raw and deep. He gasps loudly as I start fucking him. We go at it for a long time first on the couch in doggy, then I carry him to the bed and fuck him missionary with his legs on my shoulders, watching his face the whole time. He cums twice without touching himself, just from his ass.
By the end, his hole is red, swollen, and leaking. He’s breathing heavily, smiling, and already whispering that he wants it again soon.

I’m a strong, dominant man in my late 30s, married to a woman who’s often away for work. Her son from a previous marriage my 20-year-old stepson has been living with us.
Lately, I’ve noticed changes in him. He’s become much more feminine, softer, and secretive. One evening when his mother is out of town for a few days, I come home earlier than expected. The house is quiet. As I walk towards his room, I hear soft music playing.
I open the door and freeze.
There he is my stepson, fully transformed into a cute femboy. He’s standing in front of the mirror wearing a tight pink crop top that shows his smooth midriff, an extremely short pleated skirt, thigh-high stockings, and cute white panties barely containing his small bulge. His face is done up with light makeup, glossy lips, and his hair is styled sweetly.
Instead of panicking and covering up, he turns around slowly, bites his glossy lip, and gives me a shy but seductive smile.
“Daddy… you’re home early,” he says in a soft, breathy voice.
He doesn’t try to hide. Instead, he starts teasing me on purpose. He bends over slowly to “pick something up,” letting the short skirt ride up and expose his ass in those tiny panties. He twirls for me, asking if I like how pretty he looks. He steps closer, pressing his soft body against mine, looking up with big innocent eyes while subtly grinding against me.
The tension keeps building. He keeps calling me “Daddy” in that sweet, needy voice, whispering how he’s been fantasizing about this moment for months. His little seductive stunts become bolder — touching my chest, sliding his hand lower, telling me how much he wants his strong stepdad to claim him.
Until I finally lose control.
I grab him, pin him against the wall, and take full charge — turning my shy little femboy stepson into my personal plaything for the night.

I’m a tall, muscular, dominant guy who’s very attracted to trans girls. I love feminine energy, soft smooth bodies, and girls who enjoy being treated like a princess in the streets but a slut in the sheets.
Whether you’re pre-op, post-op, or non-op if you’re cute, feminine, and love being dominated, I want to hear from you. I enjoy taking control, lots of teasing, body worship, making you feel desired, and passionate play.
Looking for flirty chat that turns into detailed, steamy roleplay. Total anonymity no real names, no faces, just fantasy fun.
If you’re a trans girl (T-girl) who gets excited by a strong dominant guy who knows how to take charge… DM me.
Tell me:
• How feminine / passable you are (or how you like to present)
• A little starter like “Hey Daddy… I’ve been thinking about you 😏”
Let’s make this anonymous chat hot and addictive. Come be my cute T-girl 😈💕