u/puzzlemissingapiece

Steven is a recently divorced father living in upper-end suburbia. The co-owner of his own law firm, his partners had seen fit to allow him some time off to settle into his new home and routine with his son, a senior at the local university. He typically worked 50 hour work-weeks, devoting his time to leading the analysis on multiple cases while his underlings spent all their time in court. Though this had left him with a considerable amount of money in his pocket, he rarely had any time to spend it and had even fewer people to spend it on. Steven was a proud intellectual, for certain, but idle hands can make the worse out of all of us.

Living in a rather large 3 story home, his son Jason kept to himself, as most men do at that age. Focusing on having fun with his friends and girlfriend(s). Steven had no issue with this, but the lack of a strong connection between them had an effect. Admittedly, it started with Steven's workaholic tendencies and now was maintained by the natural distance it created all those years ago. This meant that the house was a bit indifferent and cold. Steven and Jason would come and go at all hours and wouldn't pay too much attention to one another.

This was typically not an issue until Jason began allowing college friends to stay around the home while he went to class or work. His closest friends would be respectful, but every now and then, Steven would find someone snooping around the house. Usually a man, which would be pushed back into Jason's room, but occasionally, it would be a new college girlfriend. At first, Steven would be ultra respectful and say hello, but after a while, he just let them roam the house and enjoyed the view. They had a rather large pool in the back yard, along with a hot tub. This meant that bikini-clad college women weren't uncommonly strolling around his house, "Curious to see what Jason's dad did for a living", as he was often told.

Steven wasn't used to all of this free time and he would eventually drink or smoke a cigar (or other products) to pass the time. Reflecting on his failing marriage as he'd watch sports in his Den, work on a few cars he had in the garage or build things out of wood and metal. One day, around noon when Jason was working, a woman (presumably Jason's current fling) walks in to Steven's Den as he just finished a workout. Looking her over, he noticed she must have been getting ready to go into the hot tub, given that she was in a rather skimpy bikini, bottoms only covered by a towel. One of HIS towels. He smirked and playfully said hello with a small addition. "And who might you be?"

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**Howdy**!

It's taboo, for sure, but I've always wondered about those lesser spoken about kinks. The ones that happen in society, but are hidden behind either shame or excitement. Have you ever had a daydream like this? Have those thoughts gone further than you'd like to admit?

I'm looking to etch out a scene where we expand on the freedom given to everyone in this large home, complimented by your favorite kinks and twists, of course. Did you see any areas to fit some of your favorite themes?

Tell me: *Would you cross the line*?

**Kinks**: Cheating, D/s, roughness, dubcon, CNC, riskiness, creampie, breeding, and more.

**Limits**: M4M, toilet play, blood, and incest.

**Extra points to Gryffindor if you're an active college student or taken**

**This post is open for both conversation and/or roleplay**

Amy had always wanted children. To the point that it was a non-starter in every date that she had in college. She wouldn't start the conversations that way, but somewhere along the night, she would simply ask "do you see yourself with a family in the future?". Sometimes it caught people off guard and they self-selected, exiting the story fairly quickly. However, most people said "maybe" and some said "absolutely".

Amy was lucky enough to have gone the distance with one of those that said the latter and found herself in an ideal relationship with Jason. They'd known each other for years and even grew perfectly into their own friend group, which was a mixture of her and Jason's best friends. They'd all hang out every weekend and enjoy so many deep adventures together. Most of which were tales told over dinner and drinks.

Things changed over time, though. Amy felt the time had come to slow down and build a family with Jason. However, try as they might, they were continuously disappointed with failed test after failed test. After months of intense emotions, they finally went to be tested and found out that Jason was sterile. This left them both broken and frustrated. But she asked him the same question she did at the beginning.

Jason said: "*absolutely*".

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With all the technological advancements, it's amazing what can be done to help struggling couples. Not only can you pair your own cells, but you can even select from a list of "ideal" donors. That said, have you ever looked at the price tag? It's easily over 50k and borders on over 100k if it requires repeated sessions.

So, why not look for a more affordable option? Lets imagine you and your husband/boyfriend are extremely excited about having a child, but... There's something not clicking. You've tried and tried, yet all the tests are negative. The stress of failure is weighing down on you both and out of desperation, you consider something that borders on cheating.

Instead of looking through a book of specimens, would you trust a friend? Maybe there's an acquaintance who has the traits you both crave or even a stranger. Whichever you choose, can you really trust them? What if that moment or vulnerability is too sweet for them to pass up? How might they pervert the scenario and take advantage of the eager wife in need while her husband is in the next room waiting?

Tell me what comes to mind after reading this in your first message. Does this hit home at all?

**Extra points to Gryffindor if you're an active college student or in a relationship**

Steven is a recently divorced father living in upper-end suburbia. The co-owner of his own law firm, his partners had seen fit to allow him some time off to settle into his new home and routine with his son, a senior at the local university. He typically worked 50 hour work-weeks, devoting his time to leading the analysis on multiple cases while his underlings spent all their time in court. Though this had left him with a considerable amount of money in his pocket, he rarely had any time to spend it and had even fewer people to spend it on. Steven was a proud intellectual, for certain, but **idle hands can make the worse out of all of us**.

Living in a rather large 3 story home, his son Jason kept to himself, as most men do at that age. Focusing on having fun with his friends and girlfriend(s). Steven had no issue with this, but the lack of a strong connection between them had an effect. Admittedly, it started with Steven's workaholic tendencies and now was maintained by the natural distance it created all those years ago. This meant that the house was a bit indifferent and cold. Steven and Jason would come and go at all hours and wouldn't pay too much attention to one another.

This was typically not an issue until Jason began allowing college friends to stay around the home while he went to class or work. His closest friends would be respectful, but every now and then, Steven would find someone snooping around the house. Usually a man, which would be pushed back into Jason's room, but occasionally, it would be a new college girlfriend. At first, Steven would be ultra respectful and say hello, but after a while, he just let them roam the house and enjoyed the view. They had a rather large pool in the back yard, along with a hot tub. This meant that bikini-clad college women weren't uncommonly strolling around his house, "Curious to see what Jason's dad did for a living", as he was often told.

Steven wasn't used to all of this free time and he would eventually drink or smoke a cigar (or other products) to pass the time. Reflecting on his failing marriage as he'd watch sports in his Den, work on a few cars he had in the garage or build things out of wood and metal. One day, around noon when Jason was working, a woman (presumably Jason's current fling) walks in to Steven's Den as he just finished a workout. Looking her over, he noticed she must have been getting ready to go into the hot tub, given that she was in a rather skimpy bikini, bottoms only covered by a towel. One of HIS towels. He smirked and playfully said hello with a small addition. "And who might you be?"

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**Howdy!**

It's taboo, for sure, but I've always wondered about those lesser spoken about kinks. The ones that happen in society, but are hidden behind either shame or excitement. Have you ever had a daydream like this? Have those thoughts gone further than you'd like to admit?

I'm looking to etch out a scene where we expand on the freedom given to everyone in this large home, complimented by your favorite kinks and twists, of course. Did you see any areas to fit some of your favorite themes?

Tell me: *Would you cross the line?*

**Kinks**: Cheating, D/s, roughness, public sex, outfit control, buildup, detailed writing, dubcon, CNC, riskiness, creampie, breeding (not impreg), and more.

**Limits**: M4M, toilet play, blood, and incest.

**This post is open to conversation. Role play isn't required**

*Capt. Roberts was stationed in Grayson, a small town along a major highway between two major cities.* Every day, commuters from one area or another would pass through his jurisdiction to make their way to careers in the tech market or school at one of the many universities or colleges. Capt. Roberts took pride in being able to keep the 7 mile stretch of highway safe from recklessness or needless risk. To that end, Roberts would often park his cruiser beside a tree in the middle of both north and south bound lanes. This gave him the flexibility needed to seamlessly slip into either direction to catch any car that caught his attention.

Though Grayson was a smaller town, the citizens had immense trust in the police department. As the Captain of the small department, Roberts would often have to represent the force at these meetings and each time, he was reminded of how seriously police issues were taken.

Given the location, it was common for commuters to speed through his jurisdiction daily. Whether it was early morning or late into the evening. Generally, a bit of speeding didn't bother Roberts, as he often reflected on what it was like to be young while he sat in his cruiser. A car would zoom by and the numbers would flash on his radar: "78.." He'd say under his breath. Being a few degrees above the speed limit didn't bother him, but then, he say a familiar color and model. With Grayson being as small as it was, it was common for him to become familiar and friendly with most repeat offenders, but this one was resistant to the lesson.

Driving a green Mazda, sports edition, this young woman made a habit of racing through his stretch of highway every other day. She commuted between work and school, which is totally understandable. However, her lack of attention for time management or just her appreciation for risk and speed often made her go a little too far. Roberts sighed out of frustration as his radar focused on her car. Glancing at it, he saw "95..." blink across his screens.

"When are you going to learn?!" He said as he flipped the switches and pressed on the pedal to enter her lane. Not only did she speed, but she resisted pulling over just enough to make him daydream of giving her a fleeing charge. Further, she knew the play-by-play. He hated stopping people right along the highway and she knew that... and intentionally pulled on the highway instead of getting off on the frontage roads. Parked along the major highway in the late evening, he stared at her car as he ran her plates.

"Someone's going to have to teach you a lesson one day..." he said, as his eyes turned.

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**Hi there!**

This is a story of power dynamics. The good cop pushed beyond their limits into leaning on the power they're given in a small town, away from the big eyes and cameras of the city. I'm open to having a fun conversation over the possibilities or even playing through the scene above. The goal here is to assert the common Dom/sub theme, but how exactly would depend on us both. How far it goes would be the same. Is it a common frustration that leads to more or is it the bratty behavior that draws the desire to punish?

**Kinks**: D/s, roughness, dubcon, CNC, riskiness, creampie, breeding, and more.

**Limits**: M4M, toilet play, blood, and incest.

*Extra points to Gryffindor if you're an active college student or taken**

**This post is open to conversation. Role play isn't required**

*Capt. Roberts was stationed in Grayson, a small town along a major highway between two major cities.* Every day, commuters from one area or another would pass through his jurisdiction to make their way to careers in the tech market or school at one of the many universities or colleges. Capt. Roberts took pride in being able to keep the 7 mile stretch of highway safe from recklessness or needless risk. To that end, Roberts would often park his cruiser beside a tree in the middle of both north and south bound lanes. This gave him the flexibility needed to seamlessly slip into either direction to catch any car that caught his attention.

Though Grayson was a smaller town, the citizens had immense trust in the police department. As the Captain of the small department, Roberts would often have to represent the force at these meetings and each time, he was reminded of how seriously police issues were taken.

Given the location, it was common for commuters to speed through his jurisdiction daily. Whether it was early morning or late into the evening. Generally, a bit of speeding didn't bother Roberts, as he often reflected on what it was like to be young while he sat in his cruiser. A car would zoom by and the numbers would flash on his radar: "78.." He'd say under his breath. Being a few degrees above the speed limit didn't bother him, but then, he say a familiar color and model. With Grayson being as small as it was, it was common for him to become familiar and friendly with most repeat offenders, but this one was resistant to the lesson.

Driving a green Mazda, sports edition, this young woman made a habit of racing through his stretch of highway every other day. She commuted between work and school, which is totally understandable. However, her lack of attention for time management or just her appreciation for risk and speed often made her go a little too far. Roberts sighed out of frustration as his radar focused on her car. Glancing at it, he saw "95..." blink across his screens.

"When are you going to learn?!" He said as he flipped the switches and pressed on the pedal to enter her lane. Not only did she speed, but she resisted pulling over just enough to make him daydream of giving her a fleeing charge. Further, she knew the play-by-play. He hated stopping people right along the highway and she knew that... and intentionally pulled on the highway instead of getting off on the frontage roads. Parked along the major highway in the late evening, he stared at her car as he ran her plates.

"Someone's going to have to teach you a lesson one day..." he said, as his eyes turned.

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**Hi there!**

This is a story of power dynamics. The good cop pushed beyond their limits into leaning on the power they're given in a small town, away from the big eyes and cameras of the city. I'm open to having a fun conversation over the possibilities or even playing through the scene above. The goal here is to assert the common Dom/sub theme, but how exactly would depend on us both. How far it goes would be the same. Is it a common frustration that leads to more or is it the bratty behavior that draws the desire to punish?

**Kinks**: D/s, roughness, dubcon, CNC, riskiness, creampie, breeding, and more.

**Limits**: M4M, toilet play, blood, and incest.

**This post is open to conversation. Role play isn't required**

*Capt. Roberts was stationed in Grayson, a small town along a major highway between two major cities.* Every day, commuters from one area or another would pass through his jurisdiction to make their way to careers in the tech market or school at one of the many universities or colleges. Capt. Roberts took pride in being able to keep the 7 mile stretch of highway safe from recklessness or needless risk. To that end, Roberts would often park his cruiser beside a tree in the middle of both north and south bound lanes. This gave him the flexibility needed to seamlessly slip into either direction to catch any car that caught his attention.

Though Grayson was a smaller town, the citizens had immense trust in the police department. As the Captain of the small department, Roberts would often have to represent the force at these meetings and each time, he was reminded of how seriously police issues were taken.

Given the location, it was common for commuters to speed through his jurisdiction daily. Whether it was early morning or late into the evening. Generally, a bit of speeding didn't bother Roberts, as he often reflected on what it was like to be young while he sat in his cruiser. A car would zoom by and the numbers would flash on his radar: "78.." He'd say under his breath. Being a few degrees above the speed limit didn't bother him, but then, he say a familiar color and model. With Grayson being as small as it was, it was common for him to become familiar and friendly with most repeat offenders, but this one was resistant to the lesson.

Driving a green Mazda, sports edition, this young woman made a habit of racing through his stretch of highway every other day. She commuted between work and school, which is totally understandable. However, her lack of attention for time management or just her appreciation for risk and speed often made her go a little too far. Roberts sighed out of frustration as his radar focused on her car. Glancing at it, he saw "95..." blink across his screens.

"When are you going to learn?!" He said as he flipped the switches and pressed on the pedal to enter her lane. Not only did she speed, but she resisted pulling over just enough to make him daydream of giving her a fleeing charge. Further, she knew the play-by-play. He hated stopping people right along the highway and she knew that... and intentionally pulled on the highway instead of getting off on the frontage roads. Parked along the major highway in the late evening, he stared at her car as he ran her plates.

"Someone's going to have to teach you a lesson one day..." he said, as his eyes turned.

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**Hi there!**

This is a story of power dynamics. The good cop pushed beyond their limits into leaning on the power they're given in a small town, away from the big eyes and cameras of the city. I'm open to having a fun conversation over the possibilities or even playing through the scene above. The goal here is to assert the common Dom/sub theme, but how exactly would depend on us both. How far it goes would be the same. Is it a common frustration that leads to more or is it the bratty behavior that draws the desire to punish?

**Kinks**: D/s, detailed writing, build up, roughness, dubcon, CNC, riskiness, creampie, breeding, and more.

**Limits**: M4M, toilet play, blood, and incest.

**Open to Conversation and/or roleplay**

"... But that's why we're working on it, right?" He said with a gentle chuckle as he opened the dark oak door to the front of his office. "Be patient with yourself and I'll see you next week!". Waving to the client with a warm smile, they now walked down the main hallway to their car while Jake turned to prepare for the next client.

With the door shut, he could now prepare for the last client of the day. Typically, that meant it was one extreme or the other: great client or tough client. Sitting in his chair, Jake reached for his tablet that carried all his client notes and scheduling details. The room projected the color scheme of a tavern with it's dark walls and black carpet that lined every inch of it. Combined with the fact that the only lighting came from two large lamps at each end of the room; it was easy to fall into conversation due to feeling hidden from the world.

The two large leather chairs face each other toward the center of the room. They were the obvious focal point of all the work done there. Hours were spent there weekly with different clients suffering from a variety of cognitive ailments. Some were intense, while others seemed to hardly exist at all. Conjugations of the idle mind. Jake swiped through the relevant details on his tablet and felt a wave of mixed feeling fall over him. "Amy..." He said under his breath. He paused and let his eyes drift toward the frosted glass encased on his office door, wondering if she would show today.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, the traditional round and black sort that hangs in almost every professional room, he noted the time. "3:55pm". Looking back at this notes, he decided to unbutton the cuffs on his deep blue long sleeve shirt and fold them up his forearm. Getting more comfortable, Jake wondered how exactly this session would go. During the last session, Amy had broached the topic of morality. Typically, Jake would adore this conversation, however, this was specific to Amy's relationship with her husband. She had suspected that he was cheating and finally found proof. Jake's eyes darted through the progress notes and was reminded of all these details.

Amy's specific concern was whether or not is was right to seek revenge against her husband. Jake had already helped her sort out the legal possibilities, practical moving possibilities and now it seemed that the main question was two fold: "Who should she try to cheat with.. stranger or familiar? Then..."Should I throw it in his face or savor it all for myself".. he muttered. They were Amy's words, but he wrote them down verbatim. He tried getting more comfortable in the large chair, hoping that would make this conversation easier, but it didn't help. Just then..

*Knock, Knock.*

Looking back up, Jake can see the silhouette of Amy standing outside of his door. Clearing his throat with a small cough, he stood up and adjusted his dark grey slacks as he went to open the door for her. Greeting her with the same warmth he always had, he motioned for her to join him inside as he shut the door behind her.

Session started. Time on the clock is one hour and a half. Amy pays extra for this.

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**Hi there!**

I've always been fascinated by the client / therapist relationship. It has to strike a balance between professional and personal, without crossing the line into mischief. I don't expect that every succeeds in that, whether it's by accident or on purpose. Here, I'd like to find a woman interested in exploring these themes with me. Beyond the setting and roles, the possibility of cheating in a professional setting. Using therapy as a guise to get revenge. Maybe even having him pay for it.

Beyond what's been outlined above, we can have a conversation over our favorite kinks and details, seeing what fits best for both of us. Though I enjoy role play, this can also be the foundation for a great chat. The start of something exciting, perhaps. I've included a few of my favorite kinks and taboos below. Feel free to look through my other posts, if you're curious for where else my mind wanders.

**Kinks**: Roughness, dirty talk, detailed-writing, build up, sex in risky settings, outfit control, breeding (not necessarily impreg play through), cuckolding, modeling, and more.

**Cons**: M4M, blood, scat, and torture.