r/dirtypenpals

Heads-up here for everyone I am playing BOTH K and T-!

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The arrangement was simple: my girlfriend and I want a baby, she's the only one that wants to carry it.. so we hired you. The ad we put out was pretty simple...

"Lesbian couple, K (25) and T (27,) looking for someone who is open to impregnating T functioning as a private sperm donor. We can offer $100 a visit. If we enjoy you and there hasn't been a positive test you can come for another visit. Please bring up-to-date medical records for peace of mind."

That was all. I had typed it up and sure, maybe it was too direct Too.. to the point and clinical but I'm a nurse and this is serious. She wants a baby and wants it before too long.. so we're introducing a man into our lesbian relationship. It starts with a lunch or dinner out as a sort of interview, then going home and allowing you into our bed and her body.

Now if you didn't read the title this is where it all goes very wrong. There were 5 candidates before you: 3 computer science nerds, 1 gym bro who gave the cavemen a run for their money on smarts, and a retired businessman so old I had a mental image of him turning to dust by the first thrust...

The competition wasn't steep for the offers we were getting and when we got a good first impression from you it was a massive mistake.. on my end.

You two have been going at it for so long that I went and did all of the chores we'd put aside for the past week. I folded every piece of laundry, hand washed everything, deep cleaned our small apartment kitchen space, gone for an hour walk, tried to scroll on social media to distract from the frantic grunts emanating from our bedroom, the almost comically loud smacking of your balls against her pussy...

I'd come in and gotten you both enough waters that our supply was starting to run out and while Tracie (T) had looked completely spent for your past 2 orgasms you just grinded into her in that painfully slow motion again, kissing her cute little ear and making my stomach turn, all while not appearing too tired at all.

I (K) had let a monster into our home and unknowingly allowed you to start the downfall of my relationship.. and not only that but it was only going to get worse for me as the third wheel of what is slipping away of my relationship.

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I'm looking for someone willing to play a man that 1. will be ready and able to split us up through sheer mind shattering lust on my partner 2. treat me as less than a spectator.. a maid in my own home as you pillage.. and 3. has a twisted enough mind that this is all appealing to you. Undermine our identities, talk down to me or us.. you can be vile. I don't want an 8+ inch adonis, I want someone I would underestimate that ends up ruining so much for me I could never have imagined it...

Chats are open!!

-K

The smell of fresh coffee fills the kitchen as I stand at the counter in my robe, making breakfast for three for the first time in years. Yet, as I hear a set of familiar footsteps creeping up behind, a little involuntary shiver runs through me, knowing what comes next.

"Morning, Mom"

Yout fingers have already slid around my waist and tugged my robe open, letting it fall loose as your palms immediately fill with my large, heavy breasts, squeezing and playing with them like they may very well be yours.

“Oh, here we go again,” I murmur, even as I lean encouragingly into the touch for a few indulgent seconds before tapping your wrist lightly. “Easy there, mister. Those don't come for free, remember?”

You chuckles against my neck, giving my nipples a final teasing pinch before stepping back and helping with the eggs.

"Missed you too, Mom,"

It's your first summer back after finishing college and had moved back home to figure things out. Yet, despite being away for so long, we fall back into a playful familiar rhythm, one both as a mother and son and as part-time lovers. We work around each other seamlessly before we sit down together at the table for breakfast, our legs trading flirty little caresses under the table even as your father’s footsteps descend from upstairs.

Later that afternoon I’m relaxing on the lounge chair in the backyard, soaking up the sun in my bikini, when I catch you coming outside from the corner of my eye. I peek over my sunglasses and give a warning look.

“Back for seconds already?”

"Yep," You grin and waste no time reaching down to tug the cups of my bikini top aside to free my breasts. Your cock is out in seconds, hard and eager as you stroke yourself over me. "Do you mind?"

I roll my eyes with a fond smile and push my soft, natural tits together anyway. “You’re lucky I love you, you know that?” I say, my voice a mix of teasing and maternal scolding. “What if someone saw you out here jacking off to your poor mother?”

"We'll just say it was the pool boy," you reply simply.

"I... don't know how that solves the problem at all,"

"Well if you can help me solve this problem fast enough then maybe we won't have to deal with that other one,"

I roll my eyes but a small smile play at my lips despite myself.

“Go on then… cum for Mommy, sweetie,” I purr, sticking my tongue out for a pink little landing pad just as you like. But, just as you're right on the edge, you push your cock insistently toward my mouth parting my lips and forcing yourself down my throat. Your fingers thread through the side of my blonde hair, holding me in place as thick ropes of cum splash against the back of my throat. I let out a little yelp, my hands braced against your thighs but I take it all like as good mothers do.

When you finally pull out, you at least had the manners to say, “Thank you.” I grunt an affirmative while swallowing it down, and you lean in to kiss my cheek sweetly before heading back inside.

'At least that saves me having to clean up after,' I think with a little smirk as I tuck my breasts back into my bikini top. “Behave yourself for the rest of the day, young man,” I call after you, even though we both know you won’t.

The day is winding down and I’m curled up in bed reading my book when I hear the door open. I recognize those familiar footsteps immediately, and my pulse quickens as the mattress dips with your weight. Your fingers trail slowly up my inner thigh, gently spreading my legs as I peer up from the top of my book.

“Is your father home?” I ask, feeling the cool air whisper across my skin as you tug my shorts down.

“You know you wouldn’t have to ask that if you just moved in with me,” he teases.

“Riiiight. To where and what apartment again?,” I drawl, my voice warm and amused as you tease the head of his cock against my entrance.

"I've got a few leads," you says, and for some reason, my heart drops a little bit at the implication of you moving out so soon after I'd just gotten you back. I dip my head back behind my book.

“Buy me a ring first, then we’ll talk.”

“Sure,” you grin, “think you could front me the cost with my allowance?”

I let out a sharp, involuntary laugh at that and toss the book at you. You laugh too, leaning down to capture my lips in a deep kiss and we make out like it was the first time. It didn't much more for me to get ready and soon, I am gasping into your mouth as you push the rest of your thick length into me in one smooth stroke. You stop for a moment, ripping my top above my head as I get acclimated to your size. I throw my arms around your shoulders dragging you down for a kiss as my legs lock behind your back, pulling you in deeper as I whisper into your ear.

"Welcome home, baby,"

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Hello! Just in time for the summer, the premise of this RP revolves around a mother and her son who's recently completed college and is entering that in-between phase of life that is post-grad. He's since moved back home to his mother who's eager to continue their past history of trysts as secret lovers during his stay. It's a pretty standard story setup, but beyond the smut, the vibe I'd like to emphasize is the casual flirting and banter of two people who are essentially each other's best friends as long as they've known each other, dancing around the idea of committing to a taboo romantic relationship before the summer ends. It's an exciting yet tenuous time for the both of them and I'd love to play out this whirlwind romance to its conclusion and possibly what comes after (should they both choose to end up together, keep things casual, or leave everything in the past)

If you are interested, please reach out to me with an active scene starter. Before you click away, I do want to emphasize that I'm not at all looking for long, elaborate prose. Just establish the scene i.e. what are WE doing at the moment, not just your character. The prompt above details what's happened on your first day moving back. Do not rehash it! Day 2 onwards is what I'm looking for. Involve my character Emma in whatever post is going on and I will "Yes, and..." pretty much whatever. Want to run a cozy, slice of scenario just hanging out at the living room? Cool with me. Grocery shopping for what we're making for dinner? Hell yeah! Waking up next to each other the morning after the events of the prompt? Count me in. Bending me over the kitchen counter while your Dad throws insults at the US Men's National team in the World Cup? Why the fuck not?

Beyond writing ability, I'm looking for someone I could mesh with first and foremost. That said, I'm looking primarily for Dom or Dom leaning Switch writers. Feel free to assume whatever details you'd like in your intro and we can worldbuild as we go if things work out. And, though it's incest and my character is white, you certainly do not have to restrict yourself as such. Lastly, you can reply in 3rd or 1st person and I'll adapt accordingly.

Please check out my kinks/limits below and please take your time and think the reply through. This is not first come/first serve and I'm more likely to reply to interesting scenarios than whatever’s first.

Kinks: Casual sex, dirty talk, banter, switch dynamics in the streets, d/s dynamics in the sheets, incest, interracial, freeuse, breeding, large cocks, dubious consent, rough sex, cuddling, facefucking, titfucking, public sex, romance, unlikely partners, gangbangs, cheating, creampies, aftercare, flirting

Limits: Scat, piss, underage, beastiality, anthro, monsters, insects, AI art

We’re a close group of modest Muslim women from university — all outwardly pious, from religious families, supposedly saving ourselves for marriage. Of course, we made ideal prey for someone like you - an arrogant, hung white man who only cared about adding us to his long list of exotic conquests.

Nadia, the curvy, flirtatious one was where it all began. She didn’t quite believe in the ‘no dating’ rule and that was your way in. You seduced her with your confidence, then destroyed her in a hotel room - pounding her thick ass doggy, choking her while she moaned like a whore, and flooding her womb with your thick cum. The video of her screaming your name and begging for more became the first weapon in your arsenal.

After that was Yasmin, the slim, innocent-looking one with the pretty face and strict parents. She was harder to crack, but once you had her, you were merciless. You fucked her roughly in the back of your car, hijab still on, slapping her small perky tits and calling her your secret Muslim slut while she squirted all over your seats. Using the shame embedded in our culture against her was easy - “One wrong word and your family sees how their perfect daughter takes white cock.”

Maryam was the quiet, bookish one - the most religious of us, always in hijab, the one who lectured others about staying halal. You used Yasmin to get her alone after a late study session, plying her drinks with alcohol. You broke her on her own prayer mat, stretching her tight virgin pussy with your massive BWC until she was crying from drunk pleasure and shame. You made her repeat how her white bull’s cock felt better than any future Muslim husband ever could, then creampied her while recording every second of her sinful orgasm.

And that was just the start.

One by one you’re targeting us in secret. None of the others know you’re fucking the rest of the group. You use the blackmail from each conquered girl to trap the next - forcing us to set up “harmless” meetups while threatening to expose our sins if we disobey. The shame is unbearable: the fear of our families finding out we’ve been committing premarital sex with a white kafir, the terror of possibly carrying your child, the guilt of betraying everything we were raised to believe.

You love reminding us how easily you’re ruining an entire pious Muslim friend group. You make each of us compete unknowingly - who can take your cock the deepest, who moans the loudest, who begs the most pathetically for your seed.

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Thank you for reading! I'd love to play out a medium-to-longer slow burn roleplay exploring how a BWC (or BBC!) rips through the social circle of a Muslim friend group (because we're allowed to crave BWC too). The idea is that he manipulates/blackmails/coerces us into increasingly degrading acts and into corrupting the other friends in the group.

Kinks: Raceplay, cheating, corruption, cuckoldry, humiliation, degradation, cumplay, facials, creampies, non-con to dub-con/con, outfit control, public sex, risky sex, high heels, feet, lingerie, hold-the-moan

Limits: Excessive violence, toilet stuff, incest

Ready to start adding us to your collection? Tell me how you’d target Nadia and we'll take it from there!

a dirty old dive bar in one of the backstreets of the city that it was famously known that if you sat at the bar by yourself you was leaving with a warm creamy mess in your pants.

i loved my job, getting to wear slutty little outfits and trying out new ways to make these men lose their minds over me, it was especially nice to see familiar faces coming back. even though the majority of men were dirty pervs i didnt mind but my favorite to break were the business men in smart suits that would leave with no dignity and their trousers stuck to their crotch.

id worked here for years now and was top of the leader bored we had on the back wall, people even came in and asked about be by name. i had a sense of pride knowing that i was giving these men exactly what they wanted.

who are you? a dirty old regular that cant get enough of me even though he has a wife and kids at home. maybe your a smart businessman that i love to break so much. maybe you stumbled on the bar and you dont know what your in for. maybe we cant keep our hands off each other so much we take it further in the bathrooms/at home

my limits are anything extremely unhygienic (toilet stuff, sick, blood ect), race play

my kinks are, praise, public, being degraded, age gaps, power dynamic, bondage, double penetration, toys, teasing, cnc, rough sex, dirty talk, risk factors, spit, choking, hair pulling, cream pies, sloppy blowjobs, face fucking, anal, slapping, begging, facials, boob jobs, foot jobs, threesomes, gangbangs, masturbating

As Kimberly briefly looked up, she caught a glance of the family picture on top of the dresser on the other side of the room. It stood on its own, in the dimly lit bedroom, as a small reminder of the normal that she had always known. She took a deep breath, and tried to catch up to the moment, as she stayed on her hands and my knees with Owen behind her.

To say she never expected this would be an understatement, but the night just had this inscrutableness to it.

From that first conversation with her husband months ago. The one where she shot down his idea as being way too out there.

To the first few texts with Owen that started just a few weeks ago. So innocent and lighthearted at first, with this connection building below the surface.

She never expected to have any dates. But, Owen just had to ask her out.

The in person conversation wasn't scary. There was a suggestion to have another drink at her home.

And, with a trail of her clothes leading from the living room, up the stairs, and into the bedroom, the inevitable conclusion was there.

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Hey! I'd love to hear from you if you think you can build a good story with me.

I'm not necessarily looking for that specific scene. That's just a general thought on where the feelings might be.

The big thing is exploring the depth and boundaries of a new relationship that is outside of the normal comfort zone. The new experiences. The anticipation of planning dates. Seeing what directions things might go.

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I'm not set on any specific characters and I'm open to your thoughts/suggestions. Feel free to make your own name and create a character that resonates with you. An age gap could be fun, but close in age works as well.

I see Kimberly as late 30s. A wife. A mom. A corporate worker that's always lived a vanilla life. 5'7, 145, light skin, blond hair, blue eyes. Not someone that ever expected to go down this path, but now she is.

Reach out if you're interested in trying to build something together. I look forward to hearing your thoughts and idea.

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Kinks: romance, lingerie, cum, kissing, good girl gone bad, pushing boundaries, being spanked, anal, praise, pregnancy risk, hotwife/cuckold, giving oral, gangbang, open to age gaps

Limts: BDSM, pee, blood, spit, heavy degradation, blackmail, force, under 18.

I was an Asian scientist in her yearly 30s. A self-made, performative one. During my career, I have lived already in multiple countries over the world, took part in many conferences, was a promising scientist in my field. Well, I was smart and hard-working, and used to be one of the best - among other student, and later on among my work colleagues.
It’s not that I didn’t have any private life at all, but it was hard to keep much friends, while moving around the world, and also working in the lab till late. I didn’t think, everything would change so much, that I would get in a toxic relationship and the only PhD field which would matter, will be sluttyness. It doesn’t sounds so toxic though, if I would enjoy it too, right?

How did it started? Oh, I met you. You were not just protecting and someone I could trust. You were fun too, with many friends, and so much was always going on in your life! It was easy for you to convince me take some sabbatical time, a year right away. Have some fun, that I missed while studying and working hard. Explore new things. And if not, just stay at home, relaxing and waiting for you.

Oh well, a year might soon become.. a never ending “temporary” leave. Why would I ever come back there?

There was a big part of truth in what you have proposed. A lot of fun, exploring new things I never tried in earlier years? Sure thing. You name it: new hair style, tattoo, pierced nipples, getting drunk or stoned or even having an orgy party - anything you would decide is fun for me.

Staying at home as a good wife? Yeah. This means, meet you on my knees and let you enjoy my mouth as you wish.

So, you got it. It seems to be a relatively dark story about my corruption and life change. Throwing out all those dreams about breaking through science, my career.. for the sake of filthy fun. Which at the end I will just love so much. I want to see how we will get there. It can happen in so many ways.

Just reach out and we can plan all this together according to our likes. Don’t be shy if you want to change something.

The story could be a straight, lesbian one, or even some funnier mix (open to any gender of your character)

The good life, you made it. No, you didn't make it, you earned it even. Afterall you've been an honest working man your whole life. You climbed the career ladder, played the corporate games, shook the right hands and laughed at the right jokes. And now it paid off.

You're own house in the nice calm neighbourhood, the great car, a well paying job and still enough time to focus on yourself. In short, the perfect, suburban, white collar upper middle class life. Well it was, until you made the grave mistake of renting out the upper floor of your house. On paper the ideas was great, you had lots of unused space, and wouldn't it be nice to make a little money on the side while helping out a down on their luck college kid? Philantropic almost.

So you posted the ad. God, why did you post the ad? And she seemed really sweet at first. When meeting with you she was kind and smart, told you of her studies and how she hoped to escape the city a bit. Sure she had alot of tattoos and her choice in clothing was a bit questionable, but hey, it was a hot day, you thought to yourself back than.

Well, now two months passed and it didnt seem like your new tennant fled the city, no, she actually seemed to bring it. Loud musicall through the day, friends over even pm weekdays, late nights that werent really silent either and a almost constant odor of weed that oozed out from the appartment. You got by quite well, afterall you worked on weekdays and she seemed to only every get up around noon, plus the fact that her floor was seperate from the rest of the house helped too, but still, this wasn't what you wanted. Plus you were scared that the neighbours would start to talk. I mean, who could blame them. With you suddenly having a young woman as a tennant, thats going to rouse some eyebrows.

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Though, maybe you were a bit harsh, afterall you were young once too and it wasn't her fault that she got you as her neighbour, it was just so infuroating to you.

Afterall she didn't seem all bad. There were those great getting to know eachother talks and even now, when occasionaly meeting her, she could be quite sweet. If not in a rush, on her phone, stoned, suddenly bitchy for now reason or just listening to music so that you couldn't reach her with her headphones on. You were certain that with just a little work she could be such a sympathetic young women. Sure, the tattoos and piercings were a done deal, but a new wardrobe, some more structure, a bit of guidance and maybe a sometimes firm hand could certainy work wonders on her.

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Eyooo, whats up and thanks for reading all this. So my character is Mina, a 22 year old art and linguistics student at a local university. She just recently moved into the suburbs due to some amazing rent deal.

I'd like this to play out quite slice of lifey and I dont want this to be a pervy neighbour/landlord thing. I won't do a "ur short on rent this month" thingie. I prefer something more slowburn, I dont even want you to be fully lusting over me from the start. Just aware about the fact that a young attractive woman is your tennant. I feel like its quite easy to build up tension, afterall, your character can still think that I'm good looking without being a perv and mine can also find yours attractive without being a slut.

Basically I'll be playing Mina, a total selfinsert character that very well fits the girl I just described. She's a 22 yr old student of art history and philosophy, lives on her own, works at a bar and is exactly the type of fun, cultured partygirl diva described before. Imagine brat (the album not the kink), but without coke.

Lookswise she's around 170cm, and is curvy in a slim thick way, leaning towards thick. Has a bunch of tattoos, hair dyed in changing colours but usually something darker, currently a reddish/magenta black, though her real haircolour is hayblonde. She has a medusa piercing, thats the upperlip one, cute perky b/c cups, a cute ass, blue and blue-greyish eyes.

She loves anything from drain gang, to 2000s pop and singer songwriter music. Some of her favourite movies include possession, trainspotting and the Florida project and her personal style is best des described as a mix of swag fashion and 2012 tumblr.

She's definetly a brat, she hates being told what to do and can be major bitch if she feels like she's not being treated correct or fair. She's also defintely someone that fucks around just to find out.

Now for your characeter, I imagine you in the 40+ age range, but would loove to hear your ideas. Do you have kids? Were you married? Were do you work? Whats your personality, how do you look etc. At this point I think its clear that I'm intriguied by some kind of daddy situation, something were my character is being molded and shaped, without outright changing her. Basicslly I'm looking for a brat/tamer age gap situation. Same for starter scenario. Do I need your help fixing something? Was there a neighbourhood complaint? Maybe you need my help with something or your complaining about something? Hell, what if I have something to be annoyed by? Or maybe, you have a completely different idea. Just please be creative.

Oh anf for the living situation, I'm thinking like a seperate stairway type thing. With me having the third floor for example and you living below me. So we share the same house but out living spaces are disconnected from eachother.

kinks:

being a brat (the kink, not the album), age gaps, power imbalamces, outfit control, being talked down to, teaslng, edging, punishment, light painplay, light bondage, giving head, public stuff, tasks, a bit of choking, light pet play, meaty dicks etc.

limits:

scat, intense hurt, piss, queerphobia, anything illegal, hard drugs, intense focus on anal (doesnt mean we cant do it, I just dont want it to be all we're doing)

what I need from you:

\\- a descripton of your character

\\- expectations and ideas for the rp

\\- one of your favourite movies, so I know you read all this

\\-a starter message if you feel daring

also usually I write 1st person.

looking forward xx

Hi Boys!!

I was hoping to explore a play where I'm an older woman, maybe around appx 40 ish years old or so. I'm a professional with two wonderful and smart teenaged daughters, working a very successful career! I have a nice house in the suburbs, a fancy car and taking wonderful trips with my daughters when we have the opportunity too! Things are pretty perfect!!

Well... Minus my sex life. My husband passed away over 10 years ago and between raising two young women to become happy and equally successful as their mother and the career and everything else that comes with life, there hasn't been tons of time to meet and date (and spoil) a handsome man. I of course miss my husband, but I've definitely been ready to move on. I'm sure my daughters would support me meeting someone, but i want to make sure I always set a good example for them.

So occasionally, a few times a year, when my daughters have a trip for school or stay over with their friends that I find that I have a few rare nights alone.. and I'm able to go meet someone for a date, and get out all that sexual tension I've been storing for weeks/months.

As I've gotten older, I've realized that meeting younger men (who are far more available than men my own age) with all their.. extra energy.. has been a wonderful pairing for myself for a weekend or night of sexual debauchery together. With my more limited dating schedules, I find myself maybe a little bit of a size queen and love when my handsome younger lovers make copious amounts of thick white cum!

So I'm not sure on all the details, but I would love to meet a handsome younger man who might be a tad shy for a date or dates that clearly have a very sexual focus! Even though I know what I'm looking for, I would love for you to be handsome and respectful and kind and take me on a nice date before you learn how accommodating I can be to your every fantasy! Want me to wear a special outfit when we get alone? Of course! Need to give a woman your first facial? I'll quickly get on my knees so you can have that first fantasy with me! Want to explore anal sex? Any other naughty fantasies? If you give me a few orgasms I'm sure I might do anything you desire!!

My major kinks are Facials, cum, being submissive, exhibitionism, raceplay, wearing lingerie/sexy outfits.. so hopefully those will be a big part of our play!!! I love shorter faster plays on a medium like discord!!

About me.. I'm japanese, so I have dark brown hair and brown eyes, I'm very tiny (I'm only 5'1) and I have small little breasts (they are almost b cups) but they are still nice and perky (and very very sensitive!).. But maybe this fantasy is a little more fun if I was a little more busty!!

Have fun boys!!

Amy

My whole world stopped as soon as I felt your hand under my dress.

This has been a relatively… common occurrence throughout this summer. All summer long, I found myself to be a recipient of your specific affections. Whether it was during the morning, while I was still sleepy, or during lunch, and especially in the evenings, more often than not, you sought me out for a very specific reason.

To touch me.

At first, it was just gentle touches to my back. Brushing my red hair away. Running your fingers over my shoulders and commenting on the number of my freckles. Then your hand was on my waist. My backside. And between my thighs.

I tried to brush it off. Of course, you weren’t interested in me - despite my recent university experience, I was still very shy, still painfully skinny and flat, still very introverted.

At least, I thought you would.

But then one night, your fingers went under my dress and found my panties. I was too shocked, too surprised to move so I didn’t say no. Didn’t fight you off.

And it seems that was all you needed.

After that, it became normal for you to put your hand under my dress. Squeezing my small ass, rubbing my panties, playing with my sensitive body. You seemed to revel in how red you made me, how I struggled to stay quiet, and you were gloating each time I came on your fingers.

I was embarrassed. But who could I tell? Nobody would believe that someone so cool, so relaxed, and so stunning would bother with secretly fingering a mousy, shy girl like me.

Maybe that was what made you do it. Or the thrill of the secrecy. Or the fact I made the sweetest choked noises as you played with me.

Tonight was no different. 

I didn’t even see you come behind me, but I recognised your fingers immediately. No longer did you dance around what you wanted; no, your hand was instantly under my green skirt, your fingers already toying and pushing away my black panties to enjoy my core.

Already wet for you.

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Hello and good evening! I hope you liked this horny little excerpt. Basically, I would love to write a sort of ‘free use’ scenario, where your character gets off on fingering and toying with mine.

What their relationship is, can be discussed. Is he an old family friend? Maybe her hot neighbour? Maybe he is her sister’s boyfriend or maybe her old bully? Maybe he is her professor who is staying in the same hotel resort as her or her camp counsellor? Possibilities are endless.

Here is my kink and limit list. Not all need to be done, but I would love an overwhelming scenario with lots of rounds <3

Kink list: free use, non/dub con, sleep play, corruption, mindbreak, aphrodisiacs, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, rougher sex, light bondage, gags, being watched/filmed+watching the footage back, being shared, size differences, cockwarming, age gaps, ddlg, and plenty of fingering.

Limits: feet, gore, vore, anything toilet related, blood, bestiality and rimming. 

In your message, please quickly describe your character and what relationship you’d like. This can be both short and long term, but I would love to dive into a scene where our characters are… playing around.

Looking forward to hearing from you!

The bathroom light was warm and soothing, bathing herself in its gentle rays as she stood there with her back toward the basin, her face heated from embarrassment. She was naked from the waist downwards with one leg raised and trying to apply the cream which her doctor had prescribed in order to cure the irritation that had been plaguing her for days now. Your footsteps reached her ears. She didn’t think you’d come home so early.

You stopped in the doorway, eyes widening as you took in the sight of her, bent over, ass presented, clearly struggling. For a second, no one spoke.

She then let out a nervous laugh, with her cheeks burning hotter. “…This is… exactly what you think it is,” she nervously grinned, glancing at you over her shoulder.

She took a deep breath before she spoke. “I am supposed to apply that cream on myself but, well, I can’t reach. It’s the most embarrassing thing in the world, but maybe you could… help your auntie out?”

You were surprised by the request, but did not go anywhere. On the contrary, you entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you. Now the bathroom seemed even smaller than before.
She remained leaning forward over the sink, feeling your movements from behind. You took the cream softly yet hesitantly out of her hands. The very first touch of your cold fingers covered in cream on her sensitive entrance made her emit a soft noise. Slowly, carefully, you parted her cheeks and applied the cream around her anus.

“That… feels really good,”she whispered, voice trembling. “Better than when I do it.” You didn’t stop. Your finger circled her entrance, spreading the cream thoroughly, pressing just slightly against the tight ring. She pushed back instinctively, a soft whimper slipping out as the tip of your finger slipped inside her.

The cream made everything slick and sensitive. Every small movement sent sparks through her body. She gripped the edge of the sink, biting her lip as you slowly worked your finger deeper.

“Fuck…” she moaned quietly, hips rocking back against your hand. “Don’t stop…”

The air grew thick. What started as innocent help quickly turned into something else entirely. She was dripping with each stroke on her rear, her pussy was soaked and you hadn’t even touched it yet.

She back at you, with needy eyes that screamed of lust. However, when her eyes met yours she cleared her throat, quickly turned back to her normal self. “Thanks… I really needed that.”

The next day she entered your room, with the anal cream on her hand and pants already halfway down her thighs, ready to be taken off.

She could feel your eyes on her immediately. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t stop. She then hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down too, letting them pool at her ankles before stepping out of them. She was completely bare from the waist down.

“Your aunt really needs your help again,” she says, trying to sound as casual as possible. “It still stings. Could you help me out like you did last time?”

She bent down onto your desk, arching her back and pushing her ass toward you invitingly. The position left nothing to the imagination, especially her cheeks spread slightly, her tight pink hole and glistening pussy fully exposed for you.

She glanced back over my shoulder, biting her lip. “Just like yesterday… but maybe a little deeper this time?”

The line between “helping with cream” and something much filthier becomes increasingly more blurred.

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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading.
I’d like to play out a taboo scenario with an aunt and her nephew. Her assistance to apply anal cream turns into a relationship between the two that they both know is wrong, but they can’t help how hot it is.

I envision the aunt to be single, sacrificing her career over looking for love and building a family when she was young, and she now reaps the consequences with her loneliness.
How the nephew lives with her is completely up to you! I’m happy with suggestions. Perhaps he lives with her because it’s closer to work, or an argument in the immediate family.

If you’re interested, please send me a message on your ideas, kinks and limits! Extra brownie points for character descriptions and or a writing sample!

I am very detailed and literate with me writing about 3-5 detailed paragraphs per response and I like to keep myself within that set limit, and I can write either in first person or third person I don't mind. Here are my kinks and limits:

Kinks: outercourse, anal, oral, sloppy blowjob, rimming, anal fingering, fingering, ball sucking, handjob, free use, casual nudity, passionate sex, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, squirting, pulling out, loud moans, kissing/making out, breast and nipple play, lipstick marks, multiple rounds, prone bone, doggy style and facials.

Limits: gore, vore, animals, underage and toilet play.

Thank you all for reading and take care!

Breeding in and of itself was the world’s way of living up to the phrase, “be fruitful and multiply,” yet in a lot of ways this was the foundation for our own culture. We resided within a large southern town where everyone pretty much knew everyone and many owned vast amounts of land or property. Within our town there was a normal thing for that most of the world may have been against, but there was a big emphasis on polygamy within marriage. The reasoning for this was merely because of the fact that why have one wife when you could have two, three, or possibly more? With these sorts of dynamics, there was a better familial support system and a more extensive linage for a man to leave behind. Not only this, but it allowed for a man to be properly worshipped and praised for his ability to provide and give into the natural order of men and women.

My father himself was very hard working, having a total of 5 wives, a very large farm, and more than enough offspring to show his support for the values of our town. I was one of the middle daughter, and in a lot of ways I was desirable, given my beautifully wide hips and a form that radiated fertility. I seen just how much my father cherished my mothers, his family, and how we all worshipped him for the sacrifices he made, whether they be noticed or unnoticed. Most of the time a man earned his first wife when he came of age or proved his manhood, and from there he could expand his family as much as he liked. I definitely wondered when I would become married, because at this rate, it seemed as though I would be growing gray hairs before I was to be added to anyone’s collection. A family and having sister wives was something I always wanted, but only time would tell when I would get my chance.

Currently we had just finished up a nice church service and there was picnic afterwards. All the members got a chance to just communicate and enjoy themselves. My family definitely had a hand in a lot of the food items prepared today, especially since we were such outstanding members of the town, yet rather than be socializing I was helping some of my sisters with preparing certain plates for my father and some of my older brothers. “ Well would you look at that. Seems like \[Insert name\] is enjoying his new little one, fatherhood is such a good look on him.” My sister Cassandra says as I look back and see you bouncing one of your more recent offspring in your arms as you talk with some of your buddies. The two of us use to be very close, you actually used to work under my father for a bit before becoming the successful man and husband that you were always meant to be. To say that I had very strong feelings for you would be an understatement, yet I was a bit upset with how you somewhat forgot about me once you made something of yourself and got married. I huff a tad bit as I go back to tending to making the plates. “ Congratulations to him, but I don’t think gawking over him is going to do any good. Not like he would notice.” My tone has a slight attitude and my other sister, April chuckles. “ Don’t be bitter Rose, it’s not a good look on you.” April teases as she looks back once more and chuckles, “ besides, looks like someone is coming this way.” She says as I stiffen just a tad, the cold chill of the window brushing pass my legs and causing my sundress to catch a small draft.

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Thank you for reading! This role revolves around polygamous marriage, so I expect you to desire having multiple wives, with me as your soon to be latest addition. I’m open to any and all additions, and the older you are the better, so please don’t be shy.

About me:

I am a 21 year old experienced roleplay writer who enjoys creativity and story telling, along with providing a safe space for me and my partner to sort of embrace our fantasies. With me, I’m easy to compromise with, but my main rule is to please show effort if you really want to captivate me and keep me coming back for more.

My description:

As far as I’m concerned I’m a munchkin, given I’m 5’3” with more of a curvy physique, given I work out regularly, attend a pole dancing class, and also act as a cheerleading coach assistant. My eyes are hazel brown, along with my facial features having a more youthful and soft appearance. In terms of my hair, it’s natural black and falls to about my waist. Every part of my body is shaven, which shows off my tanned skin nicely. My hips are nicely wide, along with my ass being well rounded, and having a good amount of jiggle and softness to it. I am a natural 36D up top for those who are fans of women with nice racks haha.

Kinks:

Breeding, Name Calling, Lactation, Choking, Large assets, Squirting, Spanking, Hair pulling, Flirting, Older Men, TPE, Being controlled, Bimbofication, Misogyny, Male Dominance, Aggression, Polygamy, Birthing, Romance, Ass Play, Thigh Riding, Orgasm control, Begging, Petplay, Punishments, Lingerie, Overstimulation, and Worshipping.

Possibly more, but those are my main ones, and know that not all of these have to be included. Also, I’m very open minded, so don’t feel afraid to speak on any kinks of your own. I will discuss my limits in chat.

Feel free to message me if you’re interested! I would like to know your name, age, kinks, along with a possible description of you, and your occupation for the role. If you have any additions or changes you possibly want to make to the role, feel free to include that within your initial chat if you’d be so kind.

A sweet odor blends into the stench of fish carcasses and wood soaked in sea-water. The bilge water sloshes around the ankles of the brawny pirate as he lifts Eli and grapples her wrist, controlling her
hand that wields the pitiful excuse for a blade. His powerful hands dwarf hers, and he easily pries open her fingers to make the little knife she had found for defense fall.

The sounds of battle drown out the little splash when the non-weapon hits the water. Her scent alone is enough to drive him into a rapacious frenzy. Even a homely girl would have been a prize, but a young beauty was a tremendous
discovery. His hands shot to her crotch and breasts to drink in the feeling of a woman's body even before he tore her clothes off.

The smell of rum was
heavy on his breath as he breathed into her hair, pressing her against the closest wall before the waves rocked the hull and knocked him off balance.

He adjusted his grip to keep his stolen prize from getting free, wrapping his hairy, sun-baked arms around her waist in a bear hug, carrying her toward
the stairs, eager to show what he had found and rape her in front of his mates.

The blasts of blunderbusses sounded again and again as several surrendering sailors of the captured ship were executed on their knees. Those
who were spared to be captured and enslaved were saved by luck alone. The pirates began to cheer their victory as the realization spread that their
enemies had given up.

As Eli was being dragged up from the lower deck, the Captain took hold of the wheel of the vessel he had won. He gripped the smooth wooden handles and tested its resistance against his muscles as he forced it to turn back and forth. He could order a portion of his crew to take command of the damaged ship, but they were too far from a safe harbor.

The bald and brawny first mate, appeared at his side. "The ship is yours, Captain. What are your orders?"

"Kill the wounded, put the survivors in irons, loot everything, scuttle the ship.”

"Aye, Sir, " he replied without saluting, turning to bellow orders and begin the process of raping the ship.

Eli made it no easy feat for the pirate to wrangle her up onto the deck, but at the end of the day he was at least double her size and easily wrenched her desperate grip from everything it found. Her eyes
crested the deck of the ship just in time to see three men executed, the smoke of the blunderbuss barely enough to obscure the sight.

She let out a high-pitched yelp, different from her initial screams in the way it quickly caught in her throat - much like the sight of dying men had caught in her head. For a moment her fight stopped
as the reality of the situation gripped her lungs in a vice.

"Oh god," she finally breathes out, her wide, emerald eyes taking in all the pirates standing over men who had been alive only an hour before. They
were over-run and the ship was lost.

Slowly she starts to struggle a bit more, pulling against the iron-clad grip moving her toward the Captain.

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Hello there and thanks for sticking with me. I’m looking to do a dark-romance roleplay where maybe character is captured by your crew only to be ‘saved’ by you. I say saved because instead of the crew’s mercy, I end up at yours.

Our relationship should start off noncon and move into a consensual, Stockholm relationship.

I’m also open to any suggestions of ideas you might have.

Kinks: noncon, forced orgasms, bondage, impact play, anal, throat fucking, permanent marks of ownership, master/slave, aftercare, breeding, and many more.

Limits: extreme gore, snuff of my character, scat, underaged.

The clamy hand held flush over her mouth is her own, and the other lay across the top for good measure. Her nostrils flared in fear as adrenaline coursed through her veins, urging a barely suppressed instinct to run. Flee! Hide! Survive! A small voice said, soft and terrified. The other, more demanding and reasonable insisted that she stay exactly where she was. Crouched down on the rough, worn wood of the kitchen floor she hid beenath a large prep table covered in a white cotton cloth. She could see the sunlight casting down through an open stone window, lighting up the room and allowing her to partially see through the white cloth. Florence had been so pleased when they received the table cloth, donated by a wealthy man in the nearest town down the road. They so rarely received gifts, and Florence was such a dreadfully materialistic thing, sister Ava always said as much. She had an eye for anything that sparkled and could be a touch over indulgent when it came to the simple joys of life. According to her sisterhood, oath and vows - that made her gluttonous and a sinner. Florence spent a great deal of time obsessively, mentally praying for forgiveness for her many sins. Sometimes she even wondered if god heard her, it certainly seemed as though her sisters did at times. Or perhaps they could see the guilt written simply across her smooth, pale forehead.

A prayer for thinking of sex - lust, a prayer for wishing for softer blankets than the itchy wool one she had. A particularly pathetic prayer with tears to plea for God's grace in almost every human thought that submerged in her mind. At times, when at her weakest she often wondered what kind of God would make her so... incredibly human and weak. Then punish and judge for being so tempted by the very thoughts he designed her mind to have? None of it made sense if she thought on it for too long. Mostly, that was because she was a sinner - a sorry excuse for a nun, according to Father Morgan. But still, a nun all the same - a young one that had agreed to join when faced with a decision between a habit and a noose.

Florence had always been more trouble than she was worth, her father said so long before she found herself here. Our Lady of perpetual sorrow, they called her mean things her sisters - but their favorite seemed to simply be, 'that one.' She often wondered if her sisters in Christ loved her, she attempted to convince herself she loved them. Of course they all claim to love each other, but no one really means it - not for her.

The room is quiet, but she can hear shouting down the long hallway outside, shouting in a language she did not know or recognize. Her breathing began to pick back up again, a nervous inconsistent inhale. If she focused enough, she could still smell the loaf of bread baking and the crackle of the kitchen fires beneath it. If left unattended the bread would burn, under normal circumstances if she burnt bread Sister Ava would see to it that she be punished. These were not normal circumstances though and she did not confidently believe she would live long enough to see the following mornings sunrise. She hoped it was quick, when it did happen. That it was a man or a woman that knew how to properly shove a blade into her belly, her father showed her once on a pig.

Would she bleed like a barn yard animal? Would she sound the same way her father's prized pig had? Whimpering and crying in a pool of her own blood. Pleading for God to listen and take the pain of it and everything else away?

As the shouting, foot steps and movement for louder she thought that would be the case. God couldn't hear her here, the savages were being too loud. She dropped her hands away from her mouth and allowed herself to take in a deep breath. Hands nervously straighten her habit, short red curls peak around her forehead and the sides of her face. Troublesome young nuns were not allowed to keep things that were precious to them. As such, Florence lost her long, wavy copper red hair to a pair of dull sheep shears a few weeks before.

Life was strange, this morning having her hair cut away still felt like a raw, open wound. Now, hiding in the kitchen beneath a table from barbarians, it was the last thing on her mind. Florence's thoughts went to her childhood home, the worn wooden floor of the porch and how it always left a splinter in one of her fingers or palm. The smell of the oil lantern right after her father lit it for the evening, the taste of mother's cabbage stew and warmed bread - if it had been a good week there might even be butter. At our Lady of perpetual sorrow they are a lot of oats, plain. Florence didn't know that someone could exist in so little for so long, but father Morgan said they had to endure famine and the Lord would reward them with feast in time. Perhaps that was the selfish, gluttonous part of her that would drag her to hell for all of her sins. She couldn't help but struggle with the temptation that hunger more often than not brought with it. It had been easier a few years ago, but now? The points if her hips were becoming more prominent, as were her cheek bones and the outline of her rib cage and spine. Still, she wanted more - gluttony.

The intruders are at the open stone archway to the kitchen now, they've made no attempt at hiding their own presence. She had been so caught up in her own compulsive thoughts she had not realized how quickly the wolves had over run her home.

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If you've made it this far, thank you and I'll cut right to the chase. I am wanting this to be long term, I am open to moving things to discord. I am looking for a plot just as much as I am smut. If you give me effort I promise I'll give the same in return. I would like for Florence to be stolen away and forced to go through a journey of self discovery and hardship. Who will she be at the end? That's up to us.

Who are you? A jarl, a warrior, a farmer that's on his first raid? You can be any gender and I want you to have fun and be creative with your character. This does not have to be historically accurate by any means, I'm not a history teacher and we can bend details here and there. Additionally, who is invading? I have vikings in mind but if you have any other ideas I'm definitely open. They probably won't speak the same language, but in time Florence can learn. Again, historic accuracy is not the goal - fun and story telling is.

I default to third person past tense, but I can and will match my partner's style of writing.

Kinks, not required but encouraged: noncon (eventually turned consensual), rough sex, primitive sex, breeding, creampies, pregnancy, free use, oral (giving and receiving), clothed sex, semi public sex, affectionate sex, manhandling, size difference, large hands, fingering, outer course, light humiliation, praise, anal, double penetration, rushed sex, after care and affection, grinding/dry humping, choking, slapping, spanking, doggy style, spit/saliva, intoxicated sex, risk of getting caught

Limits: Hyper anything, excessive degrading, race play, scat or anything related to it, excessive edging

If it isn't listed and you're curious? Ask.

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So here's the thing. I've had plenty of sex before. Sure , its mostly been with the one guy but its not something im new to. It's not that im bored but I've recently introduced myself to nsfw reddit and porn in the last year or so ( I've had a very sheltered upbringing - same with my bf) and I see so many girls experiencing sooo many things I couldn't even dream of.

Obviously some things are unrealistic for me to try , like being a pornstar or having a gangbang. But I do want to know from guys and girls alike - what do YOU think is a must do or must try experience for a girl like me? Something thats so good that there's no excuses not to try it just once atleast.

I want to feel like its something super worth it and I don't care if you recommend it as a one time thing or as something that I may even get addicted because the thrill or enjoyment is just that freaking high.

Id love to chat and I'd love to learn from you, your experiences and your advice. Happy to talk about all things sex but not here to sext. Please put age and gender and atleast a little explanation about your recommended bucket list item in your first message. Tyyy x

This is something that I actually did. You could tell me your thoughts on it or how you'd change it or add to it. It'll be fun to know what others think.

It was raining in my city. The rains are my favourite. I had just completed a night shift at work and I was supposed to be sleeping.

But I was so horny that my mind just kept churning up filthy ideas.

At first it was just putting a bobby clip on one of my nipples. Let the pain build up while I slowly fall asleep. Almost drifting to sleep I realised it's not enough. I put one of my kegels into my cunt. In a few moments another one joined it. The stretching of my needy cunt made me gasp with pleasure. It felt so good.

Sleep had left me now. I got my plug, bent over like the bitch I am, leaning over the bathroom sink looking at myself in the mirror I inserted my plug. I came back to the bed and decided I don't deserve clothes today.

One of my nipples was already clamped. I tied the remaining udder really tight with a shoelace.

The kegels came out of me and in went a reasonable sized vibe. I clamped both my meaty lips down there in such a way that the vibe remained snug inside me. I cuffed both my legs together.

At this point I shifted to my recliner right in front of the window where I could see the rain and maybe it could see me. I stretched my legs, as wide as the cuffs would allow and started fucking myself with the vibe. The feeling of being filled in both my holes was so intense.

At some point I started fucking my ass with my plug. I can't believe it used to hurt me and be tight at one point of time. I glided so easily that at one point it slipped out completely. It was a little dirty from being inside my ass. If it was me at some other time it would have completely grossed me out. But not this time. I pushed it right back in me and continued to fuck the vibe.

The pain in my nipple had grown intense at this point. I pulled at the clip, letting it pinch my nipple as it slowly slid off. I didn't let the pain die easily. I slapped my throbbing nipple hard a few times, almost arching with pleasure.

I put a belt around my neck and covered myself with a blanket. I kept pulling on the belt, restricting my air flow. Still cuffed, plugged and cunt clamped, just enjoying the rain as the slut that I am.

I lean against the bar, my long legs crossed at the ankles, knowing full well you've been staring at me for the past ten minutes. My tight dress hugs every curve, from my slim waist to the large ass that practically serves as a shelf behind me. But I know what's really captured your attention: the massive cleavage threatening to spill out of my top.

"Hey," I say, my voice dripping with amusement as I turn to face you. "My tits are down here."

I watch as your eyes dart towards my chest. At 6'6", I tower over you helped by my heels, making you almost at eye-level with my beautiful bosom. I can almost hear the gears turning in that pathetic little brain of yours. What's your next move, I wonder? Are you going to try some clumsy pickup line? Maybe you're fantasizing about copping a feel? Or most likely, you're already planning your escape to the nearest bathroom where you can jerk off while the image is still fresh in your mind.

"Don't worry," I continue, taking a step closer until I'm practically looming over you. "I know exactly what you're thinking. You're wondering if you could find my Instagram later, aren't you? So you can add today's memory to your spank bank?"

I smirk as I see the confirmation in your widened eyes. Men like you are so predictable.

"Tell you a little secret," I whisper, leaning down so my lips are just inches from your ear. "I love guys like you. The ones who turn to mush at the first sign of cleavage. The ones whose main workout of the day is jerking off to models they have no chance with."

I straighten up, crossing my arms beneath my breasts, pushing them up even higher. "Men I can control. Men where I only need to blow on their dick to make them cum so hard they see stars. Men who would do anything for the chance to worship the temple that is my body."

I trail a finger down your chest, watching you tremble at the simple contact. "You'd make such a perfect little worshipper. I could be everything to you, your Goddess, your religion, your reason for waking up in the morning."

My phone pings in my purse, and I know it's another pathetic specimen begging for my attention. "But you should know," I say, my tone turning sharp, "there are many more just like you. My phone is always buzzing with degenerates who want to show me how pathetic they are."

I step back, giving you one last look up and down. "So what's it going to be? Are you going to be brave enough to try to talk to me properly? Or are you going to run off to that bathroom like I know you're dying to do?"

I wait, tapping my foot impatiently, but you remain silent, just staring with that pathetic hungry look in your eyes. Typical. You're all the same.

"Well?" I demand, placing my hands on my hips. "Don't keep your Goddess waiting."

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Oh, look who's still here. Did you actually make it through my entire monologue without your hand drifting down to your pants? I'm impressed. Well, not really impressed, but slightly less disappointed than usual.

I can practically hear that tiny brain of yours whirring away, wondering how a pathetic little specimen like yourself might actually get my attention. Of course you need guidance at every step. Men like you can barely tie your own shoes without a woman telling you how.

Since you're clearly incapable of thinking for yourself, let me spell it out for you: First, I want to know what makes your pathetic little self tick. Your kinks and limits, but don't you dare just copy mine. That's lazy and obvious. I actually enjoy breaking in new toys with different weaknesses. Second, describe the character you want to play as. And make it interesting. And third, as your password to prove you've actually been paying attention (a miracle, I'm sure), tell me which part of a woman's body you're most desperate to worship. Be specific, I want to know exactly where your pathetic devotion lies.

Don't keep me waiting. I have better things to do than wait around for another mindless drone to figure out how to follow simple instructions.

Mandatory kinks: femdom, size/height/strength difference, tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg focus

Optional kinks: teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, total power exchange, rough sex, futa, blow jobs, cum milking, premature ejaculation, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, dominatrix, leashes, whips, human furniture, facesitting, stepping on, verbal/physical abuse, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking, growth, muscle

Limits: gore, vore, scat, blood, permanent injury

Mother-daughter trips were a regular thing in our family for as long as I could remember. With mom having been single for years, we took trips to Disney, Universal, theme parks, road trips, you name it we had done it.

With me going to college, these trips had slowed but hadn’t subsided. Each year in college, mom accompanied the girls and I to spring break. Was it a little weird to see mom flirting with guys my age, doing keg stands, and acting like a college student? Yeah, it was but with us being so close I hadn’t thought too much of it. Even when my friends mentioned it to me, I didn’t bat an eye.

I didn’t know it, but mom had been taking her own solo trips while I was in college. These were not the same kind of trips she would ordinarily take with me. These solo trips were trips to meet a man who she’d met a few months ago online through her fascination with BDSM and make domination.

Who was this guy? He was a retired hardcore porn producer who had purchased a portion of a retired cattle farm in the rural southern US. The farm and all of its land had been repurposed to function as his own personal playground with women like my mother. I didn’t know it, but mom wanted me there to experience this with her. She wanted me to submit to her new master after he’d suggested it would be good for me.

Mom had set up a road trip for her and I like old times. However, the final destination was a surprise for me. The surprise being her new male friend and his property. Mom was so corrupted by this man that she didn’t even think twice about taking me to him like a lamb to the slaughter.

As we neared the end of the trip, mom told me that if I wanted the surprise she had planned for me as a graduation gift that I would need to be blindfolded. Honestly, I trusted her explicitly, so I didn’t think twice about it. I let her blindfold me before we left the final gas station and I kept myself quiet for the remaining 30-minutes of the drive.

When the car came to a stop, I felt her climb out of the driver side and things went quiet for a moment. Outside of the vehicle, her master waited for her. his eyes fell on me as I sat in the passenger seat oblivious to what was coming to me. A life as a slave to this older man and my mother awaited me.
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If you’re interested, please feel free to reach out. Happy to discuss details and share references for my character and for mom.

Please note I do not expect mom or her Master to be nice or kind to me. I do not expect him to be a model by any means. He would definitely be hung and cruel toward myself and mom.

Also, please don’t send me one word messages. Try to make yourself stand out a bit when sending your first message. First impressions mean a lot to me.

Kinks: Restraints, humiliation, degradation, voyeurism, cuckold, cuckquean, girl on girl, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

Tripping over a rusty chainsaw wasn’t how I thought I’d be spending my Friday night. Fuck. Comfort zones existed for a reason, and this was the last time I’d ever come out of mine.

In hindsight, sneaking into an old basement inside a dilapidated building was probably not wise. But hey, your 20s were for making mistakes, right? Except mine would cost me everything. I was drunk, and it was a stupid dare. The good girl couldn’t be daring enough? Well I’d show them.

My footsteps were heavy as I stumbled down the crumbling stairs with my phone flashlight in hand. Wait, was I just super drunk or was there blood stains on the stairs and bloody handprints on the walls? My eyes adjusted to the room before me, and all color drained from my face.

It was almost clinical. Plastic on the walls, a freezer in the corner, a surgery table with a single light bulb above it and metal restraints. What horrified me most was what was next to it. A chainsaw, knives and scalpels, bandages, torture devices that I couldn’t even name..

Did I just fall into a madman’s den?

Hey, fellow sadists! If you clicked on this and read this entire thing, I’ll take it that you’re equally as fucked up as me. I’ve left this story vague on purpose because I had initially intended for the plot to be about a drunk girl stumbling upon a serial killers den, however it also occurred to me that this could go a few different ways. Maybe a scientist who likes.. experimenting, or maybe a doctor that’s fascinated with the human body. Maybe even something to do with a cult? The possibilities are endless! Let me know what you think about how we could progress with this story.

Don’t love the plot but want similar stuff? I have a lot of other starters that I’ve written. Shoot me a text, and we can definitely work something out! I’m always looking for creativity and open-minded partners.

Hope to hear back from you :)

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Times were tough. My modelling gigs were barely earning me minimum wage and my Asian Boyfriend had just gotten laid off from his office job. We didn't have enough between us to live comfortably so we decided to try something new.

I signed up for OnlyFans and created an account. At first, my boyfriend helped me take pictures. Nothing nude though, just sexual in nature. Think thirst traps, cosplays, feet pics, and the occasional lingerie pic. Though, after earning a small following, my fans requested something bolder. They asked me to have sex on camera. I asked my boyfriend, he agreed, so we made more content.

"Why is he so small?"

"It's like a shrimp"

"Can you find another guy to fuck you?"

"Ugh, I'll literally unsubscribe if this shrimp dick is the one fucking this Asian slut."

Those were a few comments regarding my boyfriend's size. At first, I was reluctant, but my boyfriend was very supportive. When a White Male OF creator in the top 0.7% of the platform reached out to collaborate, me and my boyfriend decided to reply and accept his offer.

At first, I didn't want to enjoy it and treated him as a way to earn a living for my boyfriend. That all changed the first time his Big White Cock entered my pussy.

By the end of the first session, I was thinking of a way to get him to do a second video.

By the end of the fifth session, we were fucking without the camera.

By the end of the year, I was earning 7 figures monthly fucking BWC every other day

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Hi there! If you're reading this, I hope you enjoyed my prompt! I'd love to play out the scene of an Asian Girl replacing her Asian Boyfriend with a BWC to earn a living on OnlyFans!

Before we begin the scene, I'd like to discuss the scene, kinks, limits, characters, and preferences beforehand.

If you're interested, please send me a message with the password: "Air Conditioner". All messages without the password will be ignored.

The bathroom light was warm and soothing, bathing me in its gentle rays as she stood there with her back toward the basin, her face heated from embarrassment. She was naked from the waist downwards with one leg raised and trying to apply the cream which her doctor had prescribed in order to cure the irritation that had been plaguing her for days now. Your footsteps reached my ears. She didn’t think you’d come home so early.

You stopped in the doorway, eyes widening as you took in the sight of her, bent over, ass presented, clearly struggling. For a second, no one spoke.

She then let out a nervous laugh, with her cheeks burning hotter. “…This is… exactly what you think it is,” she nervously grinned, glancing at you over her shoulder.

She took a deep breath before she spoke. “I am supposed to apply that cream on myself but, well, I can’t reach. It’s the most embarrassing thing in the world, but maybe you could… help your auntie out?”

You were surprised by the request, but did not go anywhere. On the contrary, you entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you. Now the bathroom seemed even smaller than before.
She remained leaning forward over the sink, feeling your movements from behind. You took the cream softly yet hesitantly out of her hands. The very first touch of your cold fingers covered in cream on her sensitive entrance made her emit a soft noise. Slowly, carefully, you parted her cheeks and applied the cream around her anus.

“That… feels really good,”she whispered, voice trembling. “Better than when I do it.” You didn’t stop. Your finger circled her entrance, spreading the cream thoroughly, pressing just slightly against the tight ring. She pushed back instinctively, a soft whimper slipping out as the tip of your finger slipped inside her.

The cream made everything slick and sensitive. Every small movement sent sparks through her body. She gripped the edge of the sink, biting her lip as you slowly worked your finger deeper.

“Fuck…” she moaned quietly, hips rocking back against your hand. “Don’t stop…”

The air grew thick. What started as innocent help quickly turned into something else entirely. She was dripping with each stroke on her rear, her pussy was soaked and you hadn’t even touched it yet.

She back at you, with needy eyes that screamed of lust. However, when her eyes met yours she cleared her throat, quickly turned back to her normal self. “Thanks… I really needed that.”

The next day she entered your room, with the anal cream on her hand and pants already halfway down her thighs, ready to be taken off.

She could feel your eyes on her immediately. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t stop. She then hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down too, letting them pool at her ankles before stepping out of them. She was completely bare from the waist down.

“Your aunt really needs your help again,” she says, trying to sound as casual as possible. “It still stings. Could you help me out like you did last time?”

She bent down onto your desk, arching her back and pushing her ass toward you invitingly. The position left nothing to the imagination, especially her cheeks spread slightly, her tight pink hole and glistening pussy fully exposed for you.

She glanced back over my shoulder, biting her lip. “Just like yesterday… but maybe a little deeper this time?”

The line between “helping with cream” and something much filthier becomes increasingly more blurred.

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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading.
I’d like to play out a taboo scenario with an aunt and her nephew. Her assistance to apply anal cream turns into a relationship between the two that they both know is wrong, but they can’t help how hot it is.

I envision the aunt to be single, sacrificing her career over looking for love and building a family when she was young, and she now reaps the consequences with her loneliness.
How the nephew lives with her is completely up to you! I’m happy with suggestions. Perhaps he lives with her because it’s closer to work, or an argument in the immediate family.

If you’re interested, please send me a message on your ideas, kinks and limits! Extra brownie points for character descriptions and or a writing sample!

I am very detailed and literate with me writing about 3-5 detailed paragraphs per response and I like to keep myself within that set limit, and I can write either in first person or third person I don't mind. Here are my kinks and limits:

Kinks: outercourse, anal, oral, sloppy blowjob, rimming, anal fingering, fingering, ball sucking, handjob, free use, casual nudity, passionate sex, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, squirting, pulling out, loud moans, kissing/making out, breast and nipple play, lipstick marks, multiple rounds, prone bone, doggy style and facials.

Limits: gore, vore, animals, underage and toilet play.

Thank you all for reading and take care!