u/uglymaybe1

(Playing M is a massive kink of mine so for this rp I would like to play M)

"O.M.G! He's fucking Jane right now...And oh God! She's moaning like a pornstar. She like called him Daddy too, and here I was thinking she was just some dull bitch. But no, he's like a frigging stud and I'm here writing this filth while my own boyfriend can't be bothered to fuck my big titties. Fuck, I need to change my underwear, this is so hot! It's so wrong to want it too, the way I can hear the bedboard thingy hitting the wall, knowing that bitch under him is getting used like hks you. All I have is my dildo to imagine whe he would be like with me..."

My eyes rolled over line after line of Lucy's handwriting. Each word a testament to her dark needs. I was stiff, sweating out of every pore, reading her dirty secrets. I couldn't get enough.

"Holy fuck... Jenny told me something over brunch today, and... I didn't know if she was taking the piss, but after looking it up, it's fucking real! Let me back up a bit. She told me that it's been a trend over the last few years, like, its ok now to fuck other girls' men, how it empowers you, and the man you want. Jenny dropped that bomb as I ate one of those chocolate croissants and all the flakes went down my boobs lol, she's been fucking her sister's man for months. Somehow I knew it! At our neighbourhood barbeque I noticed how she sat on his lap and let him touch her legs like he was her husband. And all I felt back then was envy. Now...Now I just wanna follow in her footsteps. Would HE want ME to be his dirty little whore? I hope so. It's been years since I had decent sex."

Somewhere deep into the entry, written in perfectly sultry and cute pink glitter ink, my cock was in my hand, leaning back and panting as I stroked myself to her fantasies. I moaned, I jerked, and I read.

"I dressed like a fucking slut today. Tight leggings, tank top, all so he could see my slutty figure (not like that been amy different to why I've been wearing normally!) He's such a fucking pervert, staring at me when I bent over in front of him. Gosh, I need him to bend me over and use me. Raw. Rough. And as dominant as I know he is. I need that fucking passion. Baby I need you so hard and you don't even know it. I want to be your whore <3"

Fuck. It was all a world changing. My secret obsession writing all of this, all emotions raw and real. The pleasure was unending, my body felt things that I had never experienced before. After each filthy pump of my cock the more I thought about it. That airheaded princess spread naked on my bed, legs up and her pretty face curled into a lust-drunk grin as I mounted her. I leaned back on her bed, pink sheets within a pink room and pink and white furnishings, both hands working filthy magic. I moaned for her, I pumped for her. And I came like a fountain for her.

Once that first stream of cum burst from me I knew what I wanted. And I knew what she wanted...All I had to do was turn the next page...

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Hey! I'm looking for a detailed, dirty minded, sexually expressive person to play this long term, detailed ERP with. I would prefer to have a discussion regarding the story, kinks and limits and such before we begin, as this starter post was more of a placeholder for the general idea. Please put effort into your message!

Looking forward to hearing from you!

(Playing M is a MASSIVE kink of mine, so for this detailed, long term ERP I am looking to play M)

The night before I went to college, She gave me something special. It was at midnight, my body was tired from my going away party. Laid in bed naked and warm from the summer's heat, I was slowly drifting to sleep. Around me were boxes piled like towers, suitcases of my clothes pushed against them. It was like a city of carboard and felt, and quite impossible to move myself around.

That wasn't what I remembered that night for, the night that flashed in my head every day of my three year college life, every time I got a text from her, and every time I had a girl in my room.

She slid in with a quiet click of the door, smelling of roses and citrus, she was like a fog of desireable smells. Her long silk robe tangled around her figure, pushing against her legs and breasts as she walked with a deliberate gait. She smiled at me, sucking on her bottom lip that was seemingly painted with peach shaded lipstick. She wasn't wearing any makeup before, at the party...

It was a quiet moment, a glance at one another, a little jolt of electrictiy filling the air that made chicken skin pimple our bodies. There wasn't any need for it. Becuase she had already told me to be up this late, while everyone else was asleep. I peeled my sheets down my body, letting her see it throb and grow for her. And while her face showed nothing else but a dominant arousal, I could see her eyes bulge a little at its girth and length.

She approched, her hands making for the shiny white band wrapped tight around her waist, slowly unwrapping herself for me. She didn't make a show of it, didn't wear anything nice underneath, anything at all for that matter. But I could feel shame wrapped around her like her yoga pants would, or her tight, revealling dresses. Shame that she was desperate for it.

"One hour. Anything you like...I won't say no sweetie." Casually she peeled her robe off, leaning down to kiss me, and when she did she slid her tongue in, velvety smooth and wet, and starving for a bit of action. Her hand went to my wrist, pulling it to hold her naked body. "What do you want me to do with this massive thing?"

Now I was strolling back into that same drive, three years older, a bigger and better man than I was that night in my room. The door unlocked, two people coming into the front yard. One who stayed there at the doorway, and her, who came up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep, dark embrace. Her lips pressed against my bristly cheek, and in it a needy slither of tongue lapping on my skin....

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Hey! I'm looking for a detailed, dirty minded, sexually expressive person to play this long term, detailed ERP with. I would prefer to have a discussion regarding the story, kinks and limits and such before we begin, as this starter post was more of a placeholder for the general idea. Please send me a message if you are interested, and long openers always catch my attention ;)

Looking forward to hearing from you!!

(Playing M is a MASSIVE kink of mine, so for this detailed, long term ERP I am looking to play M)

"Oh fuck YES~" she moaned on my living room floor, her yoga mat under her providing a foam bed support as she felt my cock push deep inside her. I thrusted, seeing how her soft body rippled as I heard the clap of my body onto hers. "Oh Daddy just like that~ Ghhhh yeahhhhh~" She was getting breathless, the pleasure pumelling her like the overbearing heat of that summers day. It felt good to really fuck her, to feel her tightness wrap around me, her poor pussy trying to resist my size but her body shuddering so hard over the pleasure that came from it.

Once again she rolled her head back and moaned, loudly, of course on purpose. She lived for the danger, the risk that her napping boyfriend upstairs would hear his girlfriend experiencing another man and his big dick. I quickly pushed my fingers in her mouth, silencing her with a muffled surprise yelp with a deep exhale from her flared nostrils. She puckered those lips, staring deep into me with those big, seductive eyes, beginning to suck my fingers. I felt her tongue wrap around them, slimy spit coating to the knuckle. She held my wrist in place, both hands gripping it as I sped up in fucking her.

Somehow her muted moans and gasping nose were hotter to experience, it added to the depravity of it all. Not to mention the heavy feeling of our filthy affair beginning to weigh upon me. He thinks shes a virgin, the type who was waiting 'till marriage to feel a man inside her. Little did he know the nympho was addicted. Just not to him. "Ughh~" I moaned deeply, pleasure a crashing storm on an open sea, a rage of lust and need. I readjusted her, putting her on her side and slinging her soft, long leg over my shoulder. I was close to cumming. So close that I could almost feel my cum churning inside my balls, begging to fill her so deep that she went back uptairs still feeling it settle inside her.

For years I thought myself a gentleman. Until of course she started to set her sights on me. We had known one another for near on a decade, but something changed. The wild, playful woman with less responsibility, but with far more of a sex drive that I have ever wanted. What she wanted, she got, regardless if it destroyed my morals and the loyalty I had with staying away from taken women. And there as I pushed my cock so deep in her that I could see its outline on her tight tummy, and came so deep that she'd need to sort the aftermath out, I cursed myself that she and I never fucked like this sooner....

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Hey! I'm looking for a detailed, dirty minded, sexually expressive person to play this long term, detailed ERP with. I would prefer to have a discussion regarding the story, kinks and limits and such before we begin, as this starter post was more of a placeholder for the general idea. Please put effort into your message!

Looking forward to hearing from you!

(Playing M is a MASSIVE kink of mine, so for this detailed, long term ERP I am looking to play M)

She was there first at the door, almost immediately after I knocked. Her hair was loose, burning a deep red as crimson as her lips. Her purple dress was long but curve hugging, straps thin as fishing wire and digging into her tanned up skin. She curled a soft smile, her pretty emerald eyes sinking low as the quiet around the doorstep grew. "Happy birthday Mrs.Peterson." I said, seeminly knocking her out of her stupour. She slipped her hair behind her ear and grinned.

"Thank you sweetie." She leaned in and we gave each other a curteous kiss. Each one softly pressed on each cheek with a small breath exhaling from her lips into my ear. She was wearing the perfume I got her the night week before. I recognised it almost immediately. Her hand was softly placed on my wrist, long red nails stroking along my strong arm. I felt her wedding ring brush along my skin "I'm glad you decided to come. Jack would have been pissed with you, leaving your best friend to us oldies."

"What are you talking about? Forty five isn't old."

She raised a brow. "Just you wait till you get here. These old bones tend to get a little stiff..."

"I dunno about that Mrs.Peterson, you were quite flexible last week."

She looked over her shoulder, inside her house where her birthday party was in full swing. When she turned back her lips her plumper, eyes were large and her hands were a little more firm rubbing up my chest. "You've been bringing out the best in me sweetie...Do you wanna come inside?"

"Hell yes."

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"Ah! ah! ah! ah!...Slow down baby...you'll wake them up!"

The living room was dark. Small food dishes left half eaten, wine glasses half empty of champagne and red wine. There were dozens of party guests not two hours ago. Now it was just us, mounted on the sofa, her naked body thrusting forward and back as I pumped my hips against her soft, shapely rear. Her silky red hair fell down the sides of her thin waist, exposing the deep arch in her back. She craned her head back, face filled with pleasure, smeared crimson lips parted moaning out heavy pleasures with each deep thrust. Her eyes glowed in the dark, shimmering as she looked up at my face, covered in her lipstick all over my cheeks and neck and chest, trailing down to my cock that was pushing deeper and deeper into her.

"Fuck we're being so loud...You don't wanna wake your best friend do you?" I pushed deep, making her body lurch and a deep moan to burst out of her. My hand went to her shoulder, softly pulling her up from under me so that her back pressed hard on my body. I started to kiss her neck, her hands rolled back and stroked through my hair. Just as we were ten minutes ago, dancing as I peeled her tight dress off her skin and felt her unbutton my shirt. My thrusts became short and powerful, making her breasts bounce and clap on her well chiselled body for a moment before I clasped my hungry hands upon them. "Who am I kidding...You'd probably love him knowing you fuck his hot mommy. Hmm? You like being my homewrecker, don't you sweetie?"

I did. I lived off of it. Mrs.Peterson was a wild. Tamed, but deep within her was still that animal wanting to burst free. I didn't know her diary was filled her desires, her secret thoughts of her sons best friend, and her need to be unfaithful to a man who lost his prowess long ago. But that didn't matter now. Now she was living her fantasies, and like me, she never wanted it to end...

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Hey! I'm looking for a detailed, dirty minded, sexually expressive person to play this long term, detailed ERP with. I would prefer to have a discussion regarding the story, kinks and limits and such before we begin, as this starter post was more of a placeholder for the general idea. Please send me a message if you are interested, and long openers always catch my attention ;)

Looking forward to hearing from you!!

(Playing M is a MASSIVE kink of mine, so for this detailed, long term ERP I am looking to play M)

She was there first at the door, almost immediately after I knocked. Her hair was loose, burning a deep red as crimson as her lips. Her purple dress was long but curve hugging, straps thin as fishing wire and digging into her tanned up skin. She curled a soft smile, her pretty emerald eyes sinking low as the quiet around the doorstep grew. "Happy birthday Mrs.Peterson." I said, seeminly knocking her out of her stupour. She slipped her hair behind her ear and grinned.

"Thank you sweetie." She leaned in and we gave each other a curteous kiss. Each one softly pressed on each cheek with a small breath exhaling from her lips into my ear. She was wearing the perfume I got her the night week before. I recognised it almost immediately. Her hand was softly placed on my wrist, long red nails stroking along my strong arm. I felt her wedding ring brush along my skin "I'm glad you decided to come. Jack would have been pissed with you, leaving your best friend to us oldies."

"What are you talking about? Forty five isn't old."

She raised a brow. "Just you wait till you get here. These old bones tend to get a little stiff..."

"I dunno about that Mrs.Peterson, you were quite flexible last week."

She looked over her shoulder, inside her house where her birthday party was in full swing. When she turned back her lips her plumper, eyes were large and her hands were a little more firm rubbing up my chest. "You've been bringing out the best in me sweetie...Do you wanna come inside?"

"Hell yes."

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"Ah! ah! ah! ah!...Slow down baby...you'll wake them up!"

The living room was dark. Small food dishes left half eaten, wine glasses half empty of champagne and red wine. There were dozens of party guests not two hours ago. Now it was just us, mounted on the sofa, her naked body thrusting forward and back as I pumped my hips against her soft, shapely rear. Her silky red hair fell down the sides of her thin waist, exposing the deep arch in her back. She craned her head back, face filled with pleasure, smeared crimson lips parted moaning out heavy pleasures with each deep thrust. Her eyes glowed in the dark, shimmering as she looked up at my face, covered in her lipstick all over my cheeks and neck and chest, trailing down to my cock that was pushing deeper and deeper into her.

"Fuck we're being so loud...You don't wanna wake your best friend do you?" I pushed deep, making her body lurch and a deep moan to burst out of her. My hand went to her shoulder, softly pulling her up from under me so that her back pressed hard on my body. I started to kiss her neck, her hands rolled back and stroked through my hair. Just as we were ten minutes ago, dancing as I peeled her tight dress off her skin and felt her unbutton my shirt. My thrusts became short and powerful, making her breasts bounce and clap on her well chiselled body for a moment before I clasped my hungry hands upon them. "Who am I kidding...You'd probably love him knowing you fuck his hot mommy. Hmm? You like being my homewrecker, don't you sweetie?"

I did. I lived off of it. Mrs.Peterson was a wild. Tamed, but deep within her was still that animal wanting to burst free. I didn't know her diary was filled her desires, her secret thoughts of her sons best friend, and her need to be unfaithful to a man who lost his prowess long ago. But that didn't matter now. Now she was living her fantasies, and like me, she never wanted it to end...

*

Hey! I'm looking for a detailed, dirty minded, sexually expressive person to play this long term, detailed ERP with. I would prefer to have a discussion regarding the story, kinks and limits and such before we begin, as this starter post was more of a placeholder for the general idea. Please send me a message if you are interested, and long openers always catch my attention ;)

Looking forward to hearing from you!!