u/tvnever

"I don't know....i mean, we're family..." i say, a little uncomfortable, and not quite remembering how we got to this point in the convo.

"But thats why it'll work. Usually, friends with benefits, they run the risk of falling for each other," you say, much more openly enthusiastic about this idea than I am, "but you and me? We're family. So there will never be feelings. It'll be purely just to help each other while we're in a dry patch."

I nod. We'd both admitted it had been a long time since either of us had gotten any attention. I let the thoughts run through my head. A night of passion, even if its with a family member, would seem fun. It's really just doing a favor for each other...

"And once one of us finds someone else, we end it? Right?" I ask, though you take this as me agreeing. You're already lifting your shirt over your head, and now, fumbling with the zipper on your pants.

"For sure. No strings," you approach me, "you want to do it here or go up my bed?"

Thats my prompt. As always, its open ended. Please come with ideas for how you'd like to build out the scene. You should have answers for:

1. How are we related?

2. Would you like this scene to be smutty or romantic?

3. How kinky does the scene get?

Kinks: breeding, cum, rough sex, dom male, open to most kinks

Limits: violence, blood

It's been two years since my brother (26m) and I (24f) ended things. It was mutual, we both agreed that going public with our relationship was just going to ruin our lives and negatively impact everyone around us, so we broke up.

But the thing that I wasn't prepared for is the post-break-up. We still have to sit across from each at the table for holidays and get togethers. We have to sit there and pretend we're happy around our family when inside we're both tortured.

We were (are?) in love. But, now, it's just...i don't know.

I shuffled back home after another failed date. Things were going well, but as soon as I mentioned my kink, I saw the look on his face. I knew what was going to come next, a forced grin from him, a polite excuse to leave, and I'll never hear from him again.

Entering my apartment, and falling into the couch, I resigned myself to reality. Traditional dating apps just weren't going to work. I have to do the thing I've been avoiding for a while: joining a kink app.

On my phone, I download the app, and fill in the details. Kinks, age, general location, and upload a few tasteful pics. It only takes a few minutes, I realize I probably should've done this sooner.

And then the messages start coming in. Messages from clearly fake profiles, guys who are on other continents, and men who are older than my grandpa. I toss my phone onto the couch, realizing that I might have been too optimistic.

Then my phone pings again. With reluctance, I pick it up and check the message, "hey I never thought I'd see you here." My face turns scarlet as I realize it's someone from within my family. Someone i see. Often. "Oh my god," I say to the empty room.

That's my prompt. As always I keep it open ended, so we can build out a fun scene together. When you reach out, please come with your ideas. Please pick how we're related. Kinks are pretty open, and the scene could be romantic, smutty, slutty... just let me know.

Kinks: very open to any ideas, but tend to love cum, rough sex, dom male, etc. Again, very open

Limits: snuff, blood, scat

I got started as a sub while I was in college, and have had three long term doms/masters/owners. I'm pretty open and flexible on kinks, and in general am a service sub--I get pleasure from seeing you happy.

For me, I'd like a dom who was also into watersporta and sharing your musk with me. Otherwise, I'm open to almost all kinks with few limits.

Each of my previous three owners is willing to talk to you and give me an endorsement, highlighting my skills and abilities.

I'm willing to move anywhere in North America. I have moved for previous situations before and am willing to put in the work if you are.

40, 5'11", 160lb, triathlete build.

"Look, it's win-win," you continue trying to convince me, "I can provide a nice life, for you and..." there's a soft pause, "... for when we have kids. And you provide me with..." a another pause, "...companionship."

"But its wrong, we're family," that's been my rebuttal to everything you've been saying.

You were proposing we marry each other. You've built up a pretty good life. After building a very successful company, you came to realize you're lonely. Your job kept you so busy, you didn't have time to date, let alone build your own family. And now that you have money, you're finding that most women are only interested in your wealth, not you. So you're turning to one of the few people you can explicitly trust: me, a family member.

"Look, yeah, you're family," you try again, "but the risks are really low. Plus, we already know each other, we trust each other. You're hot, I've got money. We would actually make a pretty good couple."

"I don't know," I can't make eye contact, "what would we even tell the rest of the family?"

You roll your eyes, "who cares? If we're happy, that's all that matters to me."

That's my plot. As usual, I left it intentionally open ended, so we can tweak the story to meet your needs. We can make the story intimate (maybe we fall for each other), kinky (maybe you make it clear there are specific requirements i have to indulge), or even a mix of both. When you reach out, please let me know how we are related.

Kinks: very open, cum, breeding, free use, dom male, rough sex, but open to most ideas

Limits: scat and blood

***This story can be told from either the son or dad perspective, so feel free to let me know your preference and we can adjust the story.***

"You remember how we were at that age," you said in bed next to me, "we couldn't keep our hands off each other."

"But..." i say, the hesitation in my voice apparent, "he's my son. Mothers and sons aren't supposed to... make love."

You chuckle at that, "believe me, it won't be lovemaking." You sit up more straight in bed, "Look, he's home from college for the whole summer, there's no other girl around. He just needs an outlet. That's all it'll be. You'll be just an outlet. Honestly I bet he'd look it at it like you're doing him a favor."

"I guess..." I say, "we can try it just once." I get up, and put on my robe. Underneath I'm wearing a lingerie set that I originally put on for you, his dad. "If he gets mad, I'm telling him this is all your idea," I say leaving the room.

"He won't be mad. He'll love it!" you shout after me.

Not even fifteen minutes later, i come back my hair messy, my robe still open, and my bra in my hand. "That was fast," you say, a little grin on your face.

"He didn't exactly take his time," I smile at you, "and he ripped my top!"

You throw back the sheets, revealing your erection straining within your boxers. "I'll talk to him tomorrow about being more of a gentleman. For now..." you pause, a gleam in your eye, "get over here."

Like I said at the start, this story is flexible. We can change perspectives, or other elements. Just let me know.

Kinks: cum, free use, incest, rough sex, dom male, etc. Open to most kinks.

Limits: extreme violence, blood

I shuffled back home after another failed date. Things were going well, but as soon as I mentioned my kink, I saw the look on his face. I knew what was going to come next, a forced grin from him, a polite excuse to leave, and I'll never hear from him again.

Entering my apartment, and falling into the couch, I resigned myself to reality. Traditional dating apps just weren't going to work. I have to do the thing I've been avoiding for a while: joining a kink app.

On my phone, I download the app, and fill in the details. Kinks, age, general location, and upload a few tasteful pics. It only takes a few minutes, I realize I probably should've done this sooner.

And then the messages start coming in. Messages from clearly fake profiles, guys who are on other continents, and men who are older than my grandpa. I toss my phone onto the couch, realizing that I might have been too optimistic.

Then my phone pings again. With reluctance, I pick it up and check the message, "hey I never thought I'd see you here." My face turns scarlet as I realize it's someone from within my family. Someone i see. Often. "Oh my god," I say to the empty room.

That's my prompt. As always I keep it open ended, so we can build out a fun scene together. When you reach out, please come with your ideas. Please pick how we're related. Kinks are pretty open, and the scene could be romantic, smutty, slutty... just let me know.

Kinks: very open to any ideas, but tend to love cum, rough sex, dom male, etc. Again, very open

Limits: snuff, blood, scat

"You like her don't you?" Your friend asks you. You can tell by his tone that he already knows the answer.

"I don't know what you're talking about, she's family, it's wrong..." you say. But your face is scarlet. After a deep breath, you decide to confess, "yeah...i mean I do. And i think she might like me too?"

"Are you sure, cause if you ask and she... well, it could ruin your Thanksgiving dinners for the rest of your life," he looks at you, a little sadness in his eyes, "but i get it."

"I don't know what to do man," you groan falling back in the couch, and looking up at the ceiling. She's so close, but completely unattainable.

"Look," your friend is quick, "you two should get away for a week. Take her on a cruise, or to your family's cabin, or whatever. And just... be whatever you want. No one else will know you. You can try... whatever. And just, you can get it out of your system. Then come back and live your normal lives." He says, with a firm nod.

"A week away..." you're already planning it all out in your head.

That's my prompt, as always i leave it open ended so we can build out the scene together. Please let me know how you would like us to be related. The scene could be kinky, smutty, romantic, whatever. I'm flexible.

Kinks: very open but I like cum, breeding, anal, dom male etc

Limits: violence, blood

"You like her don't you?" Your friend asks you. You can tell by his tone that he already knows the answer.

"I don't know what you're talking about, she's family, it's wrong..." you say. But your face is scarlet. After a deep breath, you decide to confess, "yeah...i mean I do. And i think she might like me too?"

"Are you sure, cause if you ask and she... well, it could ruin your Thanksgiving dinners for the rest of your life," he looks at you, a little sadness in his eyes, "but i get it."

"I don't know what to do man," you groan falling back in the couch, and looking up at the ceiling. She's so close, but completely unattainable.

"Look," your friend is quick, "you two should get away for a week. Take her on a cruise, or to your family's cabin, or whatever. And just... be whatever you want. No one else will know you. You can try... whatever. And just, you can get it out of your system. Then come back and live your normal lives." He says, with a firm nod.

"A week away..." you're already planning it all out in your head.

That's my prompt, as always i leave it open ended so we can build out the scene together. Please let me know how you would like us to be related. The scene could be kinky, smutty, romantic, whatever. I'm flexible.

Kinks: very open but I like cum, breeding, anal, dom male etc

Limits: violence, blood

This is really more of a head's up: if you're a dom, you are taking on a responsibility to your sub (obviously if its a one-off play, this doesn't apply). You need to put in effort into the relationship. Being responsive, communicative, being there for your sub when he needs a drain...

Too often, I have encountered doms who want a long term thing, drain, and then ghost. They'll show up 3 weeks later when they're ready to play, or can only play every other Tuesday from 905a to 910a.

If you want your sub to commit to you, you have to commit to him too.

"But you got to pick who you wanted to marry..." I try to be mature about this, but it comes out as a whine.

"Look, I know, honey," grandma says taking my hand in hers, "but when your grandfather and I met, we had nothing. Now... well, we can't keep dividing the estate among the kids and grandkids. If this keeps going, after one or two more generations, each person will only get a sliver. All our hard work amounting to nothing..." She takes a breath, "we have to keep the money in the family" She does sound genuinely empathetic about having to ask me to do this.

Grandma and grandpa had amassed a large fortune. With four kids of their own and even more grandkids, they were worried that their wealth would be divided and divided with each generation. Now, to preserve the family wealth she's asking me to marry a family member.

"I don't know..." I can't maintain eye contact with her.

She responds cheerfully, "I can pick for you! Your Uncle just got a divorce, or maybe your brother? You've got lots of cousins..." She starts running through a list in her brain. "Just take the jet and go off somewhere for a week. Just the two of you. Have some fun, without any pressure."

That's my prompt. As always it's open ended, so we can build out the scene together. Everything is flexible, so we can make this fun for both of us. When you reach out, please come with ideas for how we're related, how you want the scene to go, and whether you want the scene to be kinky or intimate.

Kinks: very open, but i like cum, breeding, incest, dom male, etc

Limits: blood and scat

I shuffled back home after another failed date. Things were going well, but as soon as I mentioned my kink, I saw the look on his face. I knew what was going to come next, a forced grin from him, a polite excuse to leave, and I'll never hear from him again.

Entering my apartment, and falling into the couch, I resigned myself to reality. Traditional dating apps just weren't going to work. I have to do the thing I've been avoiding for a while: joining a kink app.

On my phone, I download the app, and fill in the details. Kinks, age, general location, and upload a few tasteful pics. It only takes a few minutes, I realize I probably should've done this sooner.

And then the messages start coming in. Messages from clearly fake profiles, guys who are on other continents, and men who are older than my grandpa. I toss my phone onto the couch, realizing that I might have been too optimistic.

Then my phone pings again. With reluctance, I pick it up and check the message, "hey I never thought I'd see you here." My face turns scarlet as I realize it's someone from within my family. Someone i see. Often. "Oh my god," I say to the empty room.

That's my prompt. As always I keep it open ended, so we can build out a fun scene together. When you reach out, please come with your ideas. Please pick how we're related. Kinks are pretty open, and the scene could be romantic, smutty, slutty... just let me know.

Kinks: very open to any ideas, but tend to love cum, rough sex, dom male, etc. Again, very open

Limits: snuff, blood, scat

"You like her don't you?" Your friend asks you. You can tell by his tone that he already knows the answer.

"I don't know what you're talking about, she's family, it's wrong..." you say. But your face is scarlet. After a deep breath, you decide to confess, "yeah...i mean I do. And i think she might like me too?"

"Are you sure, cause if you ask and she... well, it could ruin your Thanksgiving dinners for the rest of your life," he looks at you, a little sadness in his eyes, "but i get it."

"I don't know what to do man," you groan falling back in the couch, and looking up at the ceiling. She's so close, but completely unattainable.

"Look," your friend is quick, "you two should get away for a week. Take her on a cruise, or to your family's cabin, or whatever. And just... be whatever you want. No one else will know you. You can try... whatever. And just, you can get it out of your system. Then come back and live your normal lives." He says, with a firm nod.

"A week away..." you're already planning it all out in your head.

That's my prompt, as always i leave it open ended so we can build out the scene together. Please let me know how you would like us to be related. The scene could be kinky, smutty, romantic, whatever. I'm flexible.

Kinks: very open but I like cum, breeding, anal, dom male etc

Limits: violence, blood

This prompt is written as siblings, but we can easily change it to any other relationship: dad/daughter, uncle/niece, cousins, etc

"Her?" Your wife looks more shocked than disgusted.

You blush, a little embarrassed by your own confession, "yeah I mean, she's cute, and well... it would be fun to try it."

"But she's your sister," your wife snaps back quickly. You don't really have a rebuttal. But you try.

Starting over, you say, "look, you said for my 30th birthday, I could have a hall pass. You were giving me permission to cheat, a chance to sleep with someone else. You said you wouldn't judge. And I could do this guilt-free. You even said it could be anyone. Well... I'm picking her." You stand firmly with your decision.

"I mean...," she bites her lower lip, already regretting she's giving you this opportunity. She takes in a deep breath, "ok... you're right. I said anyone. Just uh... never mind. Enjoy your birthday present."

You can see the look of concern on her face, but you're too excited about this. There's no way you're giving up this chance.

That's my prompt. As always, I left it open ended so we could fill out the details together. Like I said at the start, I wrote it as siblings, but the details are all flexible. We can change ages and relationships to meet your needs. When you reach out, let me know your ideas for the scene. Do i know the plan? Am I into it? Will this just be sex, romantic, kinky? There's a lot of flexibility here, so bring your ideas!

Kinks: cum, dom male, rough sex, sweaty sex, breeding, anal, etc. Pretty open to must kinks

Limits: drugs, blood

The bills just kept piling up. I was quickly doing the math, there was no way I was going to be able to make rent, and cover all my costs. I had to start figuring out which bills I could skip this month.

Pulling out my phone, I googled bill pay services, and an ad popped up. "Looking to exit the rat race? Take a role as a personal intimate servant. Room and board covered." That was enough to get me interested. I just skimmed the rest of the website, not really digesting the details. Most of the phrases were foreign to me, "irrevocable contract," "free use," "transfer of rights," were just some of the things I saw but didn't process.

I quickly filled out the form, attaching photos, personality description, and my availability (immediate). And then I waited. After two weeks, I forgot about the whole thing, having never gotten a message. And then... after a month, an email popped up in my inbox, "You've been given a placement. You'll be picked up at noon tomorrow, and taken to your new home. Congratulations."

The message was simple and perfunctory. What had I gotten myself into? I wasn't sure. But it couldn't be worse than this.

That's my prompt. As always, I leave it opened ended, so we can flesh out the details together. We can make this as romantic or smutty as you want. I'm very flexible. Did i hit the jackpot and meet a sweet, kind man billionaire? Maybe you're just a normal guy who spent his savings to find a wife? Maybe you're cruel and needed an outlet? There's lots of different directions this can go.

Kinks: cum, rough sex, dom male, breeding, etc. Pretty open to most kinks

Limits: playing multiple characters, blood

I shuffled back home after another failed date. Things were going well, but as soon as I mentioned my kink, I saw the look on his face. I knew what was going to come next, a forced grin from him, a polite excuse to leave, and I'll never hear from him again.

Entering my apartment, and falling into the couch, I resigned myself to reality. Traditional dating apps just weren't going to work. I have to do the thing I've been avoiding for a while: joining a kink app.

On my phone, I download the app, and fill in the details. Kinks, age, general location, and upload a few tasteful pics. It only takes a few minutes, I realize I probably should've done this sooner.

And then the messages start coming in. Messages from clearly fake profiles, guys who are on other continents, and men who are older than my grandpa. I toss my phone onto the couch, realizing that I might have been too optimistic.

Then my phone pings again. With reluctance, I pick it up and check the message, "hey I never thought I'd see you here." My face turns scarlet as I realize it's someone from within my family. Someone i see. Often. "Oh my god," I say to the empty room.

That's my prompt. As always I keep it open ended, so we can build out a fun scene together. When you reach out, please come with your ideas. Please pick how we're related. Kinks are pretty open, and the scene could be romantic, smutty, slutty... just let me know.

Kinks: very open to any ideas, but tend to love cum, rough sex, dom male, etc. Again, very open

Limits: snuff, blood, scat

"But you got to pick who you wanted to marry..." I try to be mature about this, but it comes out as a whine.

"Look, I know, honey," grandma says taking my hand in hers, "but when your grandfather and I met, we had nothing. Now... well, we can't keep dividing the estate among the kids and grandkids. If this keeps going, after one or two more generations, each person will only get a sliver. All our hard work amounting to nothing..." She takes a breath, "we have to keep the money in the family" She does sound genuinely empathetic about having to ask me to do this.

Grandma and grandpa had amassed a large fortune. With four kids of their own and even more grandkids, they were worried that their wealth would be divided and divided with each generation. Now, to preserve the family wealth she's asking me to marry a family member.

"I don't know..." I can't maintain eye contact with her.

She responds cheerfully, "I can pick for you! Your Uncle just got a divorce, or maybe your brother? You've got lots of cousins..." She starts running through a list in her brain. "Just take the jet and go off somewhere for a week. Just the two of you. Have some fun, without any pressure."

That's my prompt. As always it's open ended, so we can build out the scene together. Everything is flexible, so we can make this fun for both of us. When you reach out, please come with ideas for how we're related, how you want the scene to go, and whether you want the scene to be kinky or intimate.

Kinks: very open, but i like cum, breeding, incest, dom male, etc

Limits: blood and scat

In 2007, I was a struggling college kid (19 years old). It was my first time out on my own, I couldn't afford school, and I couldn't keep up with class. I was working two jobs to barely get by, and still couldn't pay my tuition.

At the time, a sugar dating website was created, and it started getting a lot of national attention. I saw one news segment, questioning the ethics of women who go looking for wealthy men for relationships. Out of curiosity, I checked out the website, and was surprised they allowed male/male matchmaking. I made a profile but not really expecting anything.

Within a few days, I was getting bombarded with messages. Literally 50 a day. From men all over the world. At the time, I was a cute twink, lean runners build, blonde hair...I knew I was attractive, but I wasn't expecting that much attention.

I started responding to the men. Some ghosted, some were clearly crazy. But a few were genuine. The first guy I connected with was up in New York City, he was older, said he could take care of me, etc. After a few phone calls, he bought me a train ticket and I went up for a weekend. I quickly learned that for him, a sugar baby was all about control. He wanted to dictate what I ate, when I ate, who I saw, what I wore etc. After the weekend ended, I thought I wasn't really suited to be a sugar baby.

And then I met Tom (not his real name). He was 38 at the time. He had just completed his divorce (from a woman with whom he had an 8 year old son), came out, and was polite and friendly. It was clear he was really just looking for the boyfriend experience. He wanted someone to give him attention, make him feel wanted, and help him navigate his new life as an out and proud gay man.

We chatted and called. After a bit, he bought me a plane ticket to visit him (my first time flying first class). We got along well. It was definitely awkward, but we meshed enough. The weekend ended, I flew home, but we kept talking. He would fly me out every other weekend. Things progressed enough for me to agree to move in with him for the summer, after my freshman year ended.

As the summer progressed, he asked me to stay. We negotiated a pre-nup that would reward me more as the duration of our relationship lengthened. We had a civil union (gay marriage wasn't legal at the time, we did get legally married in 2015 when it was allowed), and we started calling each other husband.

I fully understood my role. He wanted to feel wanted, needed. He wanted to feel attractive. I gave him the full boyfriend experience. Little kisses and cuddles, attention, I'd make moves to make him think I craved sex with him. I worked out to stay in shape, and took up swimming when he said he thought Olympic swimmers had the perfect body. I was pleasant and charming at dinner parties, adventurous and planned our vacations, and just did all the stuff a good spouse would do.

He understood his role. He took care of me, I never needed to beg for anything. He wasn't abusive or demanding. But I also understood he could end things whenever, and I was completely dependent on him.

The sex was fun. He had pretty much not really explored his sexuality until that point in his life. So we tried a lot of stuff. He was top/vers, and had a bit of a voyeur streak. I say a bit, but it was more like a very active kink. He loved to see me with other men.

Ultimately, things were going well. But he decided he wanted to grow his family, and have more kids. I didn't want to. In part, because of our age gap, but also because I didn't want to build a family with someone where the "love" was fake. We mutually agreed to end it, he paid me out, and I left after more than 9 years.

We're still friendly, and talk occasionally. He's got a new sugar baby, with whom he's raising a son and daughter. I'm married to a man my age, who I love (and he is aware of my past).

"Look," you said, leaning back in your chair, "it would be win-win for you and me." You presented as confident, but I've known you my whole life, and could tell you're nervous.

"But we're family..." my rebuttal was weak, the offer was too lucrative.

You could tell I wasn't really resisting. "Ignore that," you casually say, "its just an arrangement between consenting adults. I have more money than I'll ever need. I can give you a lifestyle you'll probably never achieve. But in exchange, you'll...take care of me." You lean forward in your chair, you let your guard down a little, and open up a little, "i don't really have time to date. And when I find an attractive girl, she's...I mean, how can I ever tell if she's into me or my money. In something like this, I mean, I trust you from the start. It would be mutually beneficial. We'd take care of each other."

I look out the window, my eyes taking on your property. This would be a big lifestyle change. But... "ok," i respond, trying not to overthink it, "let's do this."

As you can tell, the prompt is pretty open ended. I'd like to build it out together, so please come with your ideas. Nothing in the prompt is fixed, so if you'd like to make a change, please suggest it. This can be romantic, kinky, smutty, whatever.

Kinks: cum, breeding, free use, rough sex, dom male, but open to most kinks

Limits: blood and scat

"But you got to pick who you wanted to marry..." I try to be mature about this, but it comes out as a whine.

"Look, I know, honey," grandma says taking my hand in hers, "but when your grandfather and I met, we had nothing. Now... well, we can't keep dividing the estate among the kids and grandkids. If this keeps going, after one or two more generations, each person will only get a sliver. All our hard work amounting to nothing..." She takes a breath, "we have to keep the money in the family" She does sound genuinely empathetic about having to ask me to do this.

Grandma and grandpa had amassed a large fortune. With four kids of their own and even more grandkids, they were worried that their wealth would be divided and divided with each generation. Now, to preserve the family wealth she's asking me to marry a family member.

"I don't know..." I can't maintain eye contact with her.

She responds cheerfully, "I can pick for you! Your Uncle just got a divorce, or maybe your brother? You've got lots of cousins..." She starts running through a list in her brain. "Just take the jet and go off somewhere for a week. Just the two of you. Have some fun, without any pressure."

That's my prompt. As always it's open ended, so we can build out the scene together. Everything is flexible, so we can make this fun for both of us. When you reach out, please come with ideas for how we're related, how you want the scene to go, and whether you want the scene to be kinky or intimate.

Kinks: very open, but i like cum, breeding, incest, dom male, etc

Limits: blood and scat