u/thevibesarevibing

>"It's fine. I'm on birth control. I promise. Stop giving me that look!"

You give me a sly wink, and eye roll, and lip bite as you look back with your hair in your face. A pool of your own mess splashed between our thighs and onto the cotton sheets below. Your finger is wrapped around the end of a condom, tugging on my cock before an eventual pop.

Your ass wiggles, begging for more of my thick, veiny cock that you'd had your way with for the third time that day.

How could I say no? From your teasing text messages to your doe eyes once we close the door, I am put in a trance. However, I'm sexually exhausted. My balls ache from the number of times you've milked me, and I'm getting a cramp after every thrust.

You don't care, though. You've been yearning for a cock like mine since you've started scrolling the apps, and there's no way in hell you're letting go now.

I tease the entryway of your gaped hole, one leg propped up with my back straight. You begged me before to go deeper, harder, and faster, enough to where your vision goes blurry and your eyes water with half pain and half pleasure.

>"Good. I wasn't planning on pulling out, anyway."

I growl back, one hand placed firmly on your plump cheek, nearly blue with how hard I've spanked you in the past... Because you've asked for it, over and over.

Inch by inch, my bare cock instantly gets coated by the overflow of your juices that happened to be pushed out when I pushed in. Your lips, tight as a vice grip, get lubed after each thrust until we're in rhythm, like we've always been.

I see your toes curl, face down in the sheets, screaming as I relentlessly pound your tight hole into a cave that's soon to be painted. I prop my other leg up in a squatted position to thrust even harder, keeping your waist still with the strong grip of my hands.

>"You're not going anywhere. Stay. Fucking. Still."

I grit my teeth, harder than I ever have before. I feel a burning in my quads, but fuck, I'm so close.

The noises and splashing that radiates through the place could wake up the neighbors three places down, but that didn't matter. You loved it when people could hear you properly getting a hard fuck, and you found just the man for it.

My hands grab a hold of your hair, forcing the screams and cries to be let out into the open air before my fingers hook the inside of your cheeks.

You're a blubbering mess of a nympho. Ruined makeup, dried tears, and crinkled toes.

>"Fuuuuuuck. I'm cumming! Oh FUCK~."

My cheeks clench, the sensation for another orgasm, my sensitive cockhead continuing to penetrate deep within as I feel a hit of warmth coat my sensitive region. Our juices mixed; whatever was left in my balls was for sure emptied.

I collapse beside you, my cheeks uncontrollably clench, and the feeling of wetness on the sheets cools my back while I'm covered in sweat, like after a workout.

Yet, you're beaming; half-hazed eyes come into view.

>"So...Round 4...Daddy?"

Fuck.

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Hello DPP!

This is a story centered a nympho. Someone who can't get enough, yearns for more, and begs until they're pathetic (in a good way). The general idea I have for this is that our kinks get more intense throughout the story! What starts as tame, safe sex spirals into elements that regard public play, bdsm, body writing, anything to make our kinks even more known.

We could start at the point after this scene, or start from the beginning where your true intentions are still hidden from me. Or, if you prefer I be the nympho while I push your boundaries, we can go that route as well!

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I had fun writing it. I await your steamy chats.<3

Some Kinks to include!: age/size differences, oral (receiving and giving), sexual exhaustion, worship (tits, ass, pussy, etc.), realistic proportions, unrealistic proportions, choking, clothing control, cum (creampies, facials, any and anything cum related), raceplay, anal, rimming (giving), any and all body types/races/cultures, dirty talking, exhibitionism/public play, videography/photography, face sitting/face fucking, lingerie, bdsm, size differences, nicknames, and plenty more.

Limits: scat, vomit, excessive blood, ai writing, gore, stuff along those lines.

>"It's fine. I'm on birth control. I promise. Stop giving me that look!"

You give me a sly wink, and eye roll, and lip bite as you look back with your hair in your face. A pool of your own mess splashed between our thighs and onto the cotton sheets below. Your finger is wrapped around the end of a condom, tugging on my cock before an eventual pop.

Your ass wiggles, begging for more of my thick, veiny cock that you'd had your way with for the third time that day.

How could I say no? From your teasing text messages to your doe eyes once we close the door, I am put in a trance. However, I'm sexually exhausted. My balls ache from the number of times you've milked me, and I'm getting a cramp after every thrust.

You don't care, though. You've been yearning for a cock like mine since you've started scrolling the apps, and there's no way in hell you're letting go now.

I tease the entryway of your gaped hole, one leg propped up with my back straight. You begged me before to go deeper, harder, and faster, enough to where your vision goes blurry and your eyes water with half pain and half pleasure.

>"Good. I wasn't planning on pulling out, anyway."

I growl back, one hand placed firmly on your plump cheek, nearly blue with how hard I've spanked you in the past... Because you've asked for it, over and over.

Inch by inch, my bare cock instantly gets coated by the overflow of your juices that happened to be pushed out when I pushed in. Your lips, tight as a vice grip, get lubed after each thrust until we're in rhythm, like we've always been.

I see your toes curl, face down in the sheets, screaming as I relentlessly pound your tight hole into a cave that's soon to be painted. I prop my other leg up in a squatted position to thrust even harder, keeping your waist still with the strong grip of my hands.

>"You're not going anywhere. Stay. Fucking. Still."

I grit my teeth, harder than I ever have before. I feel a burning in my quads, but fuck, I'm so close.

The noises and splashing that radiates through the place could wake up the neighbors three places down, but that didn't matter. You loved it when people could hear you properly getting a hard fuck, and you found just the man for it.

My hands grab a hold of your hair, forcing the screams and cries to be let out into the open air before my fingers hook the inside of your cheeks.

You're a blubbering mess of a nympho. Ruined makeup, dried tears, and crinkled toes.

>"Fuuuuuuck. I'm cumming! Oh FUCK~."

My cheeks clench, the sensation for another orgasm, my sensitive cockhead continuing to penetrate deep within as I feel a hit of warmth coat my sensitive region. Our juices mixed; whatever was left in my balls was for sure emptied.

I collapse beside you, my cheeks uncontrollably clench, and the feeling of wetness on the sheets cools my back while I'm covered in sweat, like after a workout.

Yet, you're beaming; half-hazed eyes come into view.

>"So...Round 4?"

Fuck.

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Hello DPP!

This is a story centered a nympho. Someone who can't get enough, yearns for more, and begs until they're pathetic (in a good way). The general idea I have for this is that our kinks get more intense throughout the story! What starts as tame, safe sex spirals into elements that regard public play, bdsm, body writing, anything to make our kinks even more known.

We could start at the point after this scene, or start from the beginning where your true intentions are still hidden from me. Or, if you prefer I be the nympho while I push your boundaries, we can go that route as well!

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I had fun writing it. I await your steamy chats.<3

Some Kinks to include!: age/size differences, oral (receiving and giving), sexual exhaustion, worship (tits, ass, pussy, etc.), realistic proportions, unrealistic proportions, choking, clothing control, cum (creampies, facials, any and anything cum related), raceplay, anal, rimming (giving), any and all body types/races/cultures, dirty talking, exhibitionism/public play, videography/photography, face sitting/face fucking, lingerie, bdsm, size differences, nicknames, and plenty more.

Limits: scat, vomit, excessive blood, ai writing, gore, stuff along those lines.

"Go on. Answer it." You swore your phone was set to 'do not disturb.' The buzz grew louder as the empty walls that closed in between us left markings of pure lust, adultery, and an itch that we could only scratch together.

With one hand placed firmly on the base of my cock and my throbbing mushroom head penetrating the back of your throat, I answered the phone for you. Your heart sinks as your lips are gripped tightly around my hung cock, the roots of your hair gripped by my digits, holding you down.

"She's busy right now. Call back, yeah?" I nearly mutter as the phone would be tossed beside you, speaker phone still enabled. My hands grip both sides of your head as you're forced to take my inches back in and back out, the inevitable spit and gagging echos off my bedroom. Your eyes fill with tears from the excessive force and the worrisome of your prude boyfriend. You could tell he's trying to be optimistic, like it wasn't happening. Your hands slap my thighs, hands into fists, desperately trying to hang up the phone.

I kick it even further.

Your eyes dart up into mine with your tits covered in the sins that you've actively committed. You had a sense of anger that reminded me of our long fights after the bars some years ago. After that, you had your whole "good girl, finding Jesus" stint and look where that got you. A boyfriend that couldn't satisfy your cravings, so you had to come crawling back on all fours to get the shamefulness fucked out of you again and again.

The audible noise of the line getting cut makes you crawl to the other side of the room, five missed calls before I picked it up on the 6th. I begin to walk over, my cock covered in your spit as it hangs like a third leg. I grab your roots once again, your instant submission of my touch indicated that nothing as changed, and ever will.

"Open." I toss you to the back wall where your hair's a mess and the makeup from your bible study was ruined.

"Not much of a good girl anymore, are you?"

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Hello DPP! This is a story about a toxic relationship/situationship that is a never ending cycle for you. Somehow, you always find a way back to me, even if that means breaking off the people that actually care. I toss you to the side after I'm done with you but yet, you keep crawling back for my attention.

I'm obviously flexible on how we met and how things got to this point. The main themes I want to focus on is the toxicity, cheating, daddy/attachment issues, and anything else that falls under these categories. This is supposed to be a short term roleplay, but I'm open to longterm if we really hit it off.

Please come to me with your character, kinks you'd like to include, limits, and a bit about yourself, or why you like this plot!

Kinks: age/size differences, oral (receiving and giving), worship (tits, ass, pussy, etc.), realistic proportions, unrealistic proportions, choking, clothing control, dd/lg, cum (creampies, facials, any and anything cum related), dirty talking, exhibitionism/public play, videography/photography, face sitting/face fucking, lingerie, bdsm, size differences, nicknames, and plenty more.

Limits: scat, vomit, excessive blood

One liners will be ignored. At least put a little bit of effort in it, for me.

As long as this post is up, I am still looking for partners!

>"I know. I said I'll only be gone an hour. I had to take a little longer warming up today."

>"...Yeah. Okay, fine. I'll pick up dinner on the way home, just for you, darling."

>"Okay, okay...love you too. Yep...bye."

"You little fucking whore." A devilish smile relishes in your own saliva as my thick cock lodged in the back of your throat gets freed from your vice grip. My hand gripped the roots of your hair as you desperately gagged and spat towards my sack while I finished the phone call with my daughter.

The worst part? You just happened to be her best friend.

With spit dribbling down your corner of your curved lips, I pull your hair up to my face as I reach over to the passenger's seat, tasting the sins that remain. It wasn't supposed to be like this, tiptoeing behind my daughter with the very people that she trusted the most. The guilt, shame, and disgust was somehow washed away by the lustful and taboo sex that occurred on almost a daily basis.

You liked men with experience. Not the college boys who couldn't even look you in the eye. Someone that would put you straight, discipline you, but most importantly, someone you felt safe with. It started as light flirting, helping you move into the dorms for the year. Then, it was the frat parties that I had to pick you up from. From there, shitty burner phones to keep our identities hidden while I rented out a nearby motel under a fake name. We were careful, yet spent the early evenings in the parking lot of a park that overlooked the city. God, I can't even count how many times I've had to get the stains out from the back seats.

"Fuck (your name), we can't keep doing this." I sighed. My excuse of "marathon training" would only go so far if I always came home smelling like cigarettes and regret.

All it took was your sultry voice and a hand on my shaft before your face was buried in the pillow that we kept in the back. You begged me to fuck you harder as my fingers hooked the inside of your cheeks. The windows fogged and our voices harmonized with the way my hips would slap against your peach shaped ass.

"Take the cock like a good...fucking...girl." I exclaimed. Each word met with an equal retaliating thrust as your plump, tattooed thighs began to give out underneath you. My cock slipped out for only a moment as the walls inside of you began to squirt out juices along my v-line.

I taught you to be better. Better for daddy.

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Hello DPP! I hope you enjoyed my small starter of a spicy and taboo plot. The pairing itself is negotiable, and I'm even willing to go for something like milf x daughter's boyfriend. Anything to make the plot immoral and requiring some sneaking around from our characters.

Please come to me with some ideas about how the plot should continue, kinks you'd love to include, OR even a continuation of the story! (Do not feel like you have to do all three!)

I'm looking to write with [F] that are like minded, literate roleplay partners! One liners will be ignored.

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Some Kinks to include!: age/size differences, oral (receiving and giving), sexual exhaustion, worship (tits, ass, pussy, etc.), realistic proportions, unrealistic proportions, choking, clothing control, cum (creampies, facials, any and anything cum related), raceplay, anal, rimming (giving), any and all body types/races/cultures, dirty talking, exhibitionism/public play, videography/photography, face sitting/face fucking, lingerie, bdsm, size differences, nicknames, and plenty more.

Limits: scat, vomit, excessive blood, ai writing, gore, stuff along those lines.