u/thetackyhero

The last lingering notes of your saxophone hung in the hazy, smoke-filled air of the club, signalling the fact that tonight’s show was coming to an end. Watching you play every night was like a masterpiece in itself. I liked to think that you gave the instrument a voice of its own; sometimes a smooth croon, other times a playful bounce that made the crowds sway and stomp in their seats. Every solo told a story too. The sweetness of new love, the ache of belonging, the heat of something deeper. Every part of the band was important, there was no doubt about that. The piano, the bass, the trumpet – But the saxophone? That was always my favorite. The crowd was fairly small tonight, just the usual mix of couples, jaded workers and starry-eyed dreamers from the city. When the music finally died down, everyone in the audience erupts into applause, spellbound. Even from the corner table way in the back of the room, I could see you sweating bullets in the amber light, your chest rising and falling and that cocky grin that said “I gave it my all.” Even for the smallest shows, you always poured your heart and soul into your work. As the banter of the crowd began to fade and folks started leaving for the night, I made my move. I rose slowly, the soft crimson fabric of my dress hugging my wide, swaying hips and the pearls around my neck catching the glint in the hazy lights. The familiar click of my heels drew your eyes the moment I started toward you. Before you could even utter a word, I had already pecked you right on the lips, marking you with my scarlet lips. “You did good, hun,” I teased, snaking my arms around your neck. I was close enough now that the scent of my perfume – some sweet, cheap peach flavored one – had wrapped around you. After I finished fixing your tousled collar, my fingers lingered on your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart. Like a drum, I thought to myself. “All those ladies watching you, but only one gets to take the star home.” I snickered, a playful spark behind my eyes as I stared into yours. “Lucky me…”

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Hey DPP! Hope you’re doing well and that you enjoyed that intro. Seeing that this is a pretty straightforward plot, I’m gonna try and keep things short and simple. For whatever reason, I wanted to play against a starving-artist type of character. Our characters are undoubtedly in love with each other, but it's clear that a clash in passion and aspirations cause some trouble for this couple. Always been a sucker for romance and I thought the premise could be fun, so why not? If you like romance, playing as aspiring artists, or just have a thing for spunky ladies with big butts, then this should be right up your alley! Haha.

Before I close the post out though, I thought it was important to share some info and establish a couple boundaries if you will: 

• My timezone is EST. I don’t mind my partner’s time zone at all, but I know it’s an important factor especially when it comes to availability so I just wanted to include it here. 

• My schedule can be super shaky so I can definitely get pretty busy throughout the week. If I go a while without messaging you, just give me a little bump to remind me. We all have lives so I understand that my partner can get busy too. I'm in no rush at all. Real life is way more important than fake sex haha. 

• I have no set post length; I feel like how much I write definitely depends on the current scene and what’s going on. Regardless, I like to keep things as descriptive as I can just so it doesn’t feel stale. 

• I’m very big on OOC chat. There’s nothing I love more than to chat with my partner and nerd out about the story and the characters with them. Sharing head canons and fun facts and what not. I always leave my plots open ended because I like to give my partner the freedom to mold their character however they want. Maybe you want to be a pianist or a rock star? Or maybe your guy is in an entirely different career all together like painting or boxing? The point is there’s plenty of options to work with here and I don’t mind bouncing around ideas at all.

• Lastly: Please, please please be interested in writing an actual story instead of just pure smut. This is DPP so of course there’s gonna be some sex thrown in there, but part of the appeal for me has always been fleshing out the story and the characters with my partner especially.

 

I think that’s it. If you’re interested, go ahead and shoot me a message in chat. Introduce yourself, let me know what you thought and any initial ideas you might have. We can hash out the story and talk about kinks & limits together. Let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into, super star. ;)

“Anything goes out here in the wild west. Out here, most folks tend to play by their own rules. For some, this way of life sings chaos. Vicious outlaws and fear and death and all the wicked things you can’t outrun. But for some, this way of life sings freedom. A place of glory and fortune. No badges to hide behind, no laws tying you down, just you and the dreams you chase. The west is rough though. Unforgiving too. A place where mercy is as rare as gold. A place where the innocent get caught between the crossfire of good and bad men alike. Regardless, civilization is on the rise, and the west is starting to run out of places to hide. Long gone are the days of outlaws and gunslingers. Yet and still, these fiery souls blaze on. This is the West. Where passion and danger go hand in hand. For the brave, starry-eyed souls who still chased after their dreams, a place like this is a blessing and a curse. And every soul has a story to tell. So saddle up, stranger. Cause I’ve got a couple stories I’ve been itchin’ to share…” 

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Howdy DPP! I hope all you cowboys are doing well today. I hope you enjoyed that little snippet I worked on. If you couldn’t tell from the title and the intro, I’ve come looking for someone interested in a Wild West RP! I’ve always been a huge fan of the Wild West era and cowboys in general. They’re just neat to me, haha. Not to mention I’ve been on a huge western craze lately (replaying RDR2, the Magnificent Seven remake, The Dollars trilogy, The Harder They Fall, etc.) so I’ve been itching to write something like this for a while. A thrilling wild west story with some romance and smut thrown in there for good measure is exactly what I need. While I’m sure this story is gonna be chalked full of plenty western cliches like gunfights and standoffs, I’m definitely excited to explore different themes and flesh out the dynamic and romance between our characters. Unlike most of my other posts, instead of just having one outline to build off of, I thought it might be fun to give my partner some different options to choose from. So below you’ll find a list of all of some of my characters. These are the main love interests I was thinking of playing as and some basic info about them like their backstory, a few personality traits, etc. So I guess you could sort of say I’m taking a GM role in this, but I’m 100% in for building this together. Whether you’re a history nut, really into cowboys or romance like me, or just have a thing for ladies with thick thighs and big butts, this’ll be right up your alley, haha. Without further ado, let's get onto the list!

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The Runaway: Born into a family of wealthy socialites up north, Charlotte has been pressured by her parents to be prim and perfect for as long as she can remember. From the moment she could walk, her father corrected every little thing about her from the tone in her voice to every wrinkle in her dress. Her mother was even worse. Cold, belittling, and obsessed with the family's reputation above all else. Charlotte never had a choice in what she could do or even her own future. Every tea lesson and every forced smile during family gatherings was only meant to mold her into the perfect bride. And so she became an expert when it came to biting her tongue. She’d bear her family's burden if it meant earning her parents approval. But some burdens are too heavy to carry. Charlotte’s parents offered their daughter’s hand in marriage to the son of a family friend – wealthy, undoubtedly influential, but a total snob. In order to escape the life her parents picked for her, she fled from home and took her chances living on the run. When her travels land her in the rugged world of the west, she must rely on her wits and the kindness of strangers to evade bounty hunters and ne'er-do-wells alike. Charlotte is sassy, uppity, and undoubtedly out of place and naive when it comes to the ways of the west, but far braver then she lets on. 

The Wildcard: On the surface, Jolene is nothing more than a busty, hairbrained woman, but this is exactly what makes her the perfect unsuspecting criminal. One minute you’re swooning over this ditzy southern belle and the next thing you know your pockets are empty. By the time you finally realize you’ve been duped, she’s already fleeing the scene with your cash. To say that she had a horrible upbringing was an understatement. If you asked her, she’d say the closest thing she ever had to family was the crooks on the street. The ones who taught her the tricks to 
the world and how to stay alive. Over the years, Jolene became an infamous pickpocket in her own right. She made it a habit of picking up men, robbing them blind, and scarring them once the job was done just to make sure they’d remember her. This earned her the alias of “Snakebite Jo.” Bold and brimming with fun and mischief, this reckless scam artist loves the outlaw life and wouldn’t have it any other way.  

The Sun: As a child, Wind in Her Hair would sit in grandmother's lap and listen wide-eyed as the old woman spun stories on a whim. She spoke of when she was a young woman herself. Running through the tall grass with the wind at her heels, the sound of laughter, stories told over warm fires and the sight of plump buffalo thundering across the great plains. A time when the land was abundant. Before the world started to crumble around her people. Outsiders pushed further and further onto their land, driven by greed and broken promises. As far as Wind in Her Hair could see, wherever these people went, only death followed. Over the years, she watched elders who once stood proud reduced to silence, hunger and illness claiming innocent lives, and all manner of attacks on her people’s way of life. The world her grandmother spoke of seemed like a dream now. But even then, Wind in Her hair refused to let these obstacles break her spirit and taint her heart. In spite of everything she faces, she tries to remain gentle and compassionate. Some called her naive. Foolish. She simply believed that kindness had a strength of its own. 

The Wildflower: The daughter of a Crow woman and an English trapper, Beatrice “Birdy” Hawthorne always felt as if she was born between worlds. She’s always felt more comfortable around animals than she has around people. To some, the vast frontier spelled only danger. But to her it was home. She knows every plant by name and the habits of just about every creature imaginable. While she is bubbly and friendly – even overbearingly so – years of isolation have made her undoubtedly strange and eccentric. She’s been run out of more than one town for "indecent" behavior – like bathing naked in a river to observe fish spawning – but that’s neither here nor there. Wild and unapologetically herself, Birdy is proud of her connection to nature and unconcerned with how polite society sees her. As a naturalist, she has devoted her life to studying the creatures all across the frontier. 

The Sweetheart: Sweet and scatterbrained, Bonnie always means her best even if her clumsiness usually causes more harm than good. Trapped in a loveless marriage with an abusive drunkard husband who’s worn her bright spirit thin, Bonnie hides her pain behind her bubbly and sunny disposition. That and her love for her daughter, Mae Rose. Sometimes, she’s the only thing that keeps her going. The simple ranch life is all she’s ever known, yet she still finds herself daydreaming about a life somewhere else. Somewhere far, far away from here and the ogre she calls a husband. She pictures it all too well: A nice cozy home for her and her daughter. A soft place to rest her weary head. All the food and dessert her little heart desires. And the cherry on top, an honest man who loves her with all his heart. 

The Vigilante: Edith Halliday never fit the mold carved out for proper young ladies. Even as a girl, she was always a handful, climbing trees and wrestling her brothers instead of learning how to stitch or how to cook. Folks said she was too stubborn, too brash, too much. When the Civil War rolled around, Edith just couldn’t sit around. She cut her hair, squared her shoulders, kept her head low, and enlisted into the Union army under the clever guise as a man. Here she found her calling. She fought hard, listened dutifully, and fired true. But the moment her secret was discovered, she was discharged and sent home. Her patriotism never faded though. After everything she’d seen – the chaos, the corruption, the way power and riches could twist good men into monsters – she couldn’t go back to pretending she belonged in parlors and church pews. She had always felt a deep responsibility to fight for good and protect the innocent, so the life of a lawman just came easy to her. Now she rides from state to state, saving lives and dishing out justice where she sees fit.  

The Huntress: A French-Canadian widow down on his luck, Sabine’s father had turned to trading to make ends meet, trapping fur and hunting game through the Rocky Mountains. He gave his children a harsh, but honest life. Sabine doesn’t remember much of her upbringing. Only memories of stories by the fire and old lullabies sung in French. What she does remember clearly was the day he died. The harsh winter that stole him away. Sabine did the only thing she knew how to: survive. With her father’s teachings etched in her mind, she took up the life of a hunter. She learned to read tracks in snow, to set traps with numb fingers, to skin hides by the fire while her little brother slept nearby. Sabine had grown into the quiet authority of someone who’d shouldered adulthood far too early. Some trappers called her cold. Others called her strange. She didn’t care. The mountains had shaped her into something formidable. Forged her strength and her spirit. Tomboyish and aloof, she feels more at home out in the wild than in any town. With her little brother in tow, Sabine and her small band of hunters make a living through hunting and trapping America’s finest creatures. 

The Scorpion: Despite her father being a proud and decorated veteran who fought during the Mexican-American war, Maria never had an eye for patriotism. Honor and glory didn’t mean anything to her when there was no bread on the table. This troublemaker prefers cold hard cash and the thrill of the chase. In her youth, she was already scheming; pickpocketing drunkards at cantinas, conning gamblers out of their pesos, and earning the ire of her mother. ​​But her luck changed the day she crossed paths with a gang of smugglers moving goods through her town. She outsmarted one of their leaders in a card game and walked away with not only his money, but his admiration. He offered her a place in his gang, and Maria – never one to waste a chance – gleefully accepted. Thus the infamous outlaw Black Maria was born. Now, Maria lives on the run, always one bad job away from disaster. Sly, cynical, beautiful, and dangerous in equal measure, this femme-fatale walks the line between outlaw and rebel. She’ll gladly lie, fight, flirt, or steal to stay on whatever side keeps her pockets full and her freedom intact.

The Spy: Ruth was a master when it came to the art of being underestimated. Born to an enslaved mother and a cruel white father, she learned these three truths very early on: the world was needlessly cruel, secrets held power, and connections are everything. She did her best to stay unnoticed – out of sight, out of mind. Ordinary on the surface, but far more clever than she’d ever let on. She slipped between social spaces like a shadow, listening in on everything because people forgot she was there. So when the Civil War rolled around and Union agents began searching for any advantages they could find, it’s no surprise Ruth became a prime recruit. She was smuggled up north by a Pinkerton recruiter. Once she was on free soil, he began molding her into the perfect spy. After the war, the Pinkertons kept her on their payroll. She kept the Freeman name her mentor gave her and now she hunts criminals for a living. While Ruth is just and devoted to the cause above all else, she isn’t without compassion. She’ll gladly break the laws she’s sworn to uphold in favor of a greater good. 

The Star: Orphaned for as long as she can remember, Monique has never had an easy life. A woman with a heart of cold black charcoal, all Monique has ever known is the hum of the city and the shady people that call it home. Even as a teenager she fell in love with a gang leader, until she was double crossed in a robbery gone wrong. But she did not abandon herself to despair. She gathered what little she had and bought an old saloon. Since then, Monique runs the place with an iron fist. Despite her dry sense of humor and bland, cynical outlook on the world, glimpses of a good woman show up every now and then. Her fellow brothel workers even look up to her as a big sister. But beneath her flirtatious charm, enticing curves, and sultry smile lies ambition. Monique has secretly always dreamed of something bigger than the busy city and the smoky slums she works in. Since she was just a girl, she fantasized about the life of a showgirl. The glamorous clothes, the adoring fans, the thrill of a life on the move – maybe even a family to call her own someday.

The Magician: Part mystic and part con artist, Vanya came from Romania to sell her wares and explore the frontier for herself. A rumored seer, this Romani woman thrives on mystery and mischief, spinning up fortunes and stringing along the gullible. If you happen to stumble upon her humble abode, Vanya will gladly tell you your fortune — but only for a price. She is playful, seductive, and mischievous to a fault, with a keen eye for opportunity and manipulation. She has no qualms about leaning into rumors and superstition to cheat others into handing over their money. If anything, it’s just a game to get back at the arrogant settlers waltzing through the region. 

The Widow: Once a hopeful immigrant from China chasing the American Dream, Mei-Hua’s worst nightmare became a reality when her humble little shop was ransacked and her husband was murdered by outlaws. She was utterly alone and the law barely spared her story a glance. She was lost. She would’ve stayed lost too, if not for the man that took her under his wing. Where others saw a homeless foreigner taking up space, he saw a poor woman who just needed a little push. Under his mentorship, Mei-Hua learned how to ride a horse, how to shoot, and most importantly, how to hunt down outlaws. He was a bounty hunter after all, and he could never turn down a willing partner. Now she scours the west in search of the men who took everything from her. The loss of her husband turned the once bubbly and gentle woman stoic, quiet, and cold as steel, but rest assured, May’s loyalty knows no bounds. 

The Cowgirl: Magdalena, or Maggie as her closest friends know her as, is as wild as cowgirls come. She’s been breaking horses and wrangling cattle on her family's massive ranch since she was old enough to sit a saddle. A country girl through and through, she takes pride in the ranch life and values an honest day’s work. Spunky doesn’t even begin to describe her. Maggie’s got a sharp tongue that cuts quicker than a knife, a bold laugh that carries across the prairie, and a stubborn streak as wide as the Mississippi River. She teases and flirts mercilessly, stands up to anyone twice her size without blinking, and refuses to let fear show on her face, even when it’s really eating her up inside. 

The Sharpshooter: Jane is her name and guns are her game. The same way some folk gush about liquor or scripture is the way she talks about guns. She talks about them with reverence and profanity in the same breath, knows the history of every make and model, and will gladly cuss out anyone who mistreats one. It was her father that got her into firearms. He was a gunsmith. When he passed away a few years back, she inherited the shop. She’s made it her own and has been running it with an iron fist ever since. But it isn’t just selling guns she’s good with; she’s pretty good when it comes to shooting too. Damn good. She claims she can shoot the nuts out of a squirrel's mouth fifty yards away, but whether that’s the truth or just fancy talk is anyone’s guess. Best not to find out the hard way…

The Shadow: “Black Belle” was a name that struck fear in hearts all across the frontier. Word is that said that she had a sharp eye for opportunity and no qualms when it came down to gunning people down to get what she wanted. It’s no surprise she was such a ruthless killer then. But Maebelle has come a long way from slinging guns and wreaking havoc. Now that she’s left the outlaw life behind her, she’s trying to carve out something nice for herself. A peaceful, honest life. She might still be slow to trust at times and wracked by guilt and regret, but she’s determined to prove she isn’t defined by her past. 

The Doctor: The only child of a humble Quaker family, Eleanor was taught that she could do anything she put her mind to. She knew early on that she wanted to be a doctor. It was hard for women like her in this era – especially hard for witty, no-nonsense women like her – but that didn’t stop her. With her parents' help, she scraped together enough funds to leave her hometown and attend an institution dedicated to teaching women medicine. After graduating, Eleanor helped out at hospitals, but found city life boring. Too much prejudice and not enough room for a woman like her. So she travelled westward for work. Her prayers were finally answered when she came across a growing town in desperate need for a doctor. Usually people around those parts weren’t too keen about a woman being a doctor, but when there’s no one else qualified for the job, you’ll take what you can get. Now Eleanor is the town’s undisputed physician. Sharp, witty, but kind to a fault, she can never turn down someone in need. She’ll gladly stitch you up if you’re hurt, but she’ll be sure to scold you for it.

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Now before I close the post out, I thought it was important to share some info and establish a couple boundaries if you will. 

• My timezone is EST, if anyone’s curious. I don’t mind my partner’s time zone at all, but I know it’s an important factor especially when it comes to availability so I wanted to put it here. 
• Strong historical knowledge isn’t a requirement at all. I’m in no way an expert and all of this is just for fun. 
• My schedule is pretty shaky so I can get pretty busy throughout the week. If I go a while without messaging you, just give me a little bump to remind me. We all have lives so I understand that my partner can get busy too, I'm in no rush at all. 
• I have no set post length; I feel like how much I write definitely depends on the current scene and what’s going on. Regardless, I like to keep things as descriptive as I can just so it doesn’t feel stale. 
• I’m big on OOC chat. There’s nothing I love more than to chat with my partner and nerd out about the story and the characters with them. Sharing moodboards, random headcanons, etc. I’ve already got plenty of ideas for characters and different scenes in my head, but nothing is set in stone just yet of course. That includes the setting too. I don’t mind bouncing ideas around whatsoever. :)
• I decided to leave your identity in the story open ended because I prefer to give my partner the freedom to mold their character however they’d like. Maybe you want to play a famous gunslinger or an honorable outlaw. Maybe you want to be a sheriff or a mountain man or a Native scout. The point is that you’ve got a ton of options to choose from here. 
• Lastly: Please, please please be interested in writing an actual story instead of just pure sex. This is DPP so of course there’s gonna be some spice thrown in there, but part of the appeal for me has always been fleshing out the story and the characters with my partner especially. The sex has to feel earned!

That should be about it. That was a whole lot to get through, so props if you really stuck through until the end lol. I had a lot of fun writing all this. If you’re interested, go ahead and shoot me a message. Let me know what you thought, what you liked, and any initial ideas you might have. We can hash out the story and the other little details together in chat. Let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into, partner! ;)

Harlem, 1925. 

The Prohibition Era has turned America into a nation of thirst. The country was trying to sober itself up by force but no one was having it. The law didn’t make anyone budge. It just made every drop of liquor that much sweeter. People didn’t become purer. They got smarter. In the shadows, far from the eyes of the laws, saints and sinners alike indulged. And where there were people desperate to get their hands on liquor, there was money to be made. And thus began the rise of speakeasies all over the city – secret establishments that sold alcohol right under the noses of the police. On the very corner of the block sat a humble flower shop called Eden’s. By day, it was exactly what it claimed to be; a quaint little store that sold plants. Bright red roses, funeral lilies, carnations dyed unnatural colors. But by night, when the sun sank below the city's skyline and the street lights flickered on, a whole new world opened up. Beneath the surface, the clinking of glasses, the laughter, and the criminals at work, an empire was being built brick-by-brick. Your very own speakeasy. Every bottle of bootleg whisky, every crooked politician, every whispered deal and loose end – it all led back to you. The city was thirsty and men like you kept it quenched. For five years now you have been building an empire…but not on your own. You owe that to your partner in crime, Carmine.

The brains of the operation, the love of your life, whatever you wanted to call her, it was clear she drove you wild. It wasn’t hard to see why. Her velvety voice, her wild, raven-black hair, those sinful curves beneath her dress. While you kept things running in Harlem’s shadow, she was the one that kept things running smoothly on the surface. It was hard work. The fear of what her husband was doing behind closed doors, the fear of the law cracking down on them any day now – but tonight, the chaos of your empire is forgotten about. Tonight, you relax. Behind the locked doors of your private brownstone, she’s decided to set up an intimate table for two. The air is warm, heavy with the scent of aged wood and Carmine’s cheap peach-scented perfume. Laid out on a table draped in deep crimson linen are platters of rich, creamy cheeses and breads fresh from the neighborhood bakery. Clusters of plump purple grapes, imported straight from the vineyards of Italy, glisten like jewels nearby. And at the center of the table, a bottle of her favorite red wine. Carmine made it a point to get dolled up for the occasion too. A backless blood-red dress clings to every one of her curves, the cut in the back ending right at the swell of her wide hips. Her full lips are painted a vicious shade of crimson. A subtle smokey shadow rims her dark, tired eyes. Her usual messy hair is tied into a tight bun at the base of her neck, refined if only for a night. On her wrist, a delicate gold bracelet – your first gift to her years ago – catches the glint in the light. She waits for you now, her loving husband, the man whose shadow looms over the city and who looms over her heart like a veil. Tonight, in your home, it’s just the two of you. 

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Hey there! Hope all you lovely folk are doing well today. I hope you enjoyed that little snippet I worked on. If you couldn’t tell from the intro, I’m in the mood for something mafia-themed this time around. I’m talking about mobsters, shootouts, gang wars and what not. We’re getting a little historical with this one. I'm a big fan of the whole 20’s aesthetic. The music, the clothing, the history. So I thought it’d make for an interesting backdrop. Plus I’ve had this itch to do a mafia story for the longest time. Won’t you help me play out my mob wife dreams? haha. Having the main couple be at odds with each other is a nice change of pace too that I think would be interesting. Trying to balance their relationship and their criminal life and what not. So, if you’re interested in the mafia genre, romance, or just have a thing for sassy mob wives with big butts, this should be right up your alley! 

Before I close the post out, I thought it was important to share some info and establish a couple boundaries if you will: 

My timezone is EST, if anyone’s curious. I don’t mind my partner’s time zone at all, but I know it’s an important factor especially when it comes to availability so I wanted to put it here. 

My schedule can get a little shaky throughout the week. If I go a while without messaging you, just give me a little bump to remind me. We all have lives so I understand that my partner can get busy too, I'm in no rush at all. 

I have no set post length; I feel like how much I write definitely depends on the current scene and what’s going on. Regardless, I like to keep things as descriptive as I can just so it doesn’t feel stale. I also prefer to write in third person, but I can totally give first person a shot if it makes things easier. 

I left the intro open-ended on purpose. I love to give my partner the freedom to mold their character however they feel like it, so I left his identity and backstory totally anonymous. Nothing here is set in stone at all, the snippet above was more so just to set the vibe and establish the premise of the story. 

I’m really really big on OOC chat. There’s nothing I love more than to chat with my partner and nerd out about the story and the characters with them. I’ve already got a few ideas for characters and different scenes in my head, but nothing is set in stone just yet of course. I don’t mind bouncing ideas around at all. I’d actually prefer it. 

Lastly: Please, please please be interested in writing an actual story instead of just pure smut. This is DPP so of course there’s gonna be some spice thrown in there, but part of the appeal for me has always been fleshing out the story and the characters with my partner especially. The sex has got to feel earned!  I wrote this intro as a one-shot but I’d be more than happy to flesh this out into something long-term if you’re interested. 

That should be about it. If you’re interested, go ahead and shoot me a message. Introduce yourself, let me know what you thought and any initial ideas you might have. We can hash out the story and talk about kinks & limits together. Let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into. 😉