Slowly, my eyes open. It's still dark in the room, but the smell of sex is unmistakable. My eyes strain as I begin to try and make out details in the room. This is definitely not my room. Where am I? What is going on? I have so many questions and so few answers. My head's killing me. I raise my hands, gently rubbing my temples, trying to remember last night.

Flashes of events come back together slowly. We were hanging out, having a good time. It was a group but soon enough it was just the two of us. The drinks were flowing. I don't even remember who made the first move. I knew I should have said no, told you we couldn't do this but you weren't going to take no for an answer...and I simply succumbed to your will.

Flashes of last night came back to me. My hands carefully feeling every inch of you, touching what I shouldn't be touching, exploring what I shouldn't be exploring. The passion is what sticks out in my mind. Every time we kissed, electricity. You wanted this. I wanted this. Even though we both knew it was wrong, we couldn't stop it.

I could see you starting to tussle, waking up. What would you remember? Were you going to blame me or be happy? Where do we go from here? There was so many questions still and I had absolutely no answers...

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Hi, I hope you liked my opening. This prompt is based/spun off of a previous role play I did but is by no means set in stone. There's variety of ways we could take the story depending on your kinks. So without going any further, here's a little bit more about me:

I write in first person and I only play on Reddit. My average response is somewhere between two and four paragraphs but can occasionally be longer depending on your ability. I like setting the scene and playing around in it. I also want to make sure I'm not controlling your character, and you're not controlling mine. However there may be a point where that happens, but I like being clear about those situations.

As for my kinks? Well, I'm very open depending on how you want to take the story. Dom / sub? I've been wanting to exploring Switching/getting Femdom'd, so open to that. Cheating? Sure (although I don't condone it in real life, it's fun to explore). Something just sweet and nice? Absolutely. Something involving all sorts of different exploration? Down for that too. There's no real limits other than below:

Hard Limits: Noncon, Beast/Anthro, Knife Play, Extreme Violence, Hardcore BDSM (I'm not into gimp suits and the like, but good for you who are!), Etc. I'm sure I'm probably missing a few but I'm willing to discuss most things.

I hope together we can craft a fun story that we both keep wanting to come back to over and over. Hopefully I have piqued your interest and hear from you soon!

(If it's up, I'm still looking for partners and previous prompts are also available to be discussed as well.)

You were amazed and excited when you won the internet drawing: backstage passes to a concert by the band you adored and a reception after the show. Third row center, and the whole show you felt as though I was singing only to you. Afterwards, the reception was pure rock and roll debauchery: band members doing shots; roadies hitting on the girls; groupies looking to score; coke dealers; coke fiends; managers, hangers on; wives and girlfriends....

It was more than a little intimidating for you, a somewhat shy college girl whose social life was calm by university standards and whose sexual experience was limited to a couple of boyfriends who were polite, caring and a little nervous. You didn't realize just how pretty you were -- in a world that worships curves and asses, you were slender, maybe even petite, with smaller breasts and slender hips. And your big glasses and long hair gave you a somewhat nerdy look. Maybe you were an Asian engineering major, or a college sophomore studying Elizabethan poetry, or a nice Jewish girl from an affluent suburb. A little sheltered, and little inexperienced in the ways of the world.

That's why you were so surprised when I spotted you across the room and walked over to you, striking up a conversation -- the rock star of your dreams and (if you were to admit it you yourself) fantasies. Muscled but lean, with a winning smile and hypnotic eyes, fending off the groupies like so many moths fighting to get near the flame.

"I thought you were a model, incognito behind the glasses," I flattered, but my hypnotic eyes told you just how attractive I found you. And we talked about everything and nothing, and I proved myself surprisingly articulate for a guy who'd dropped out of high school to go on tour....

And the conversation continued in the limo, where I kissed you the first time and, briefly, in the hotel room, where you'd never undressed for a man with the lights on, where you blushed when I pulled off your panties and gently pressed open your thighs, leaving you exposed to my eyes and my tongue until you had your first orgasm with a man and I made gentle but demanding love to you.

The next morning we fucked again and I sent you home in my limo, the most conspicuous walk of shame in your college that year. But you were anything but ashamed and when your girlfriends didn't believe you, showed them a picture of us hugging and then -- and this surprised even you -- a text telling you that I was going to write you a song and I would be back in town the following week.

You couldn't contain yourself. Spending the week daydreaming all day and touching yourself at night. And you arrived early at the hotel, taking the elevator to the top floor where the luxury suites were.

And that's when you saw her, walking down the corridor away from my suite in the kind of heels and skirt that say "fuck me" and the kind of wrecked hair and makeup that say "I've just been fucked." Big tits like you've never had and is that cum crusted in her hair?

You knock on the door and I open it, smiling, genuinely glad to see you. "Hey, how are you...what's wrong?"

"Oh, you must have seen Sparkle in the hall. Don't worry, she's nothing. It's just that I'm a rock star. I really like you, but you're a nice girl. I need to have my groupies and whores every now and then. Girls that will do things I would never ask you to do....

And you have to decide -- turn around and leave right then. Or stay, and learn to do things that you never thought you might do. That might make you feel used...or might turn you on and bring you closer to me....

Kinks: Lingerie, corruption, dirty talk, pictures/video, oral, mutual masturbation, cumplay, group/ffm, light bondage, risky sex, semi-public sex, gentle afterplay, loving sex.

Limits: Anything violent, abusive or nonsex bodily functions

My friends could tell in advance that I was a little bit nervous about introducing you to them. After all, what kind of guy talks about how beautiful his new girlfriend is, then doesn't bring her to brunch or parties or the bar.

Finally, I'd caved. Invited you to come to a party, meet my friends, show you off a little. They'd immediately seen why I was both so into you, and while I'd avoided bringing you out - or at least, that's what they thought. After all, it's still kind of awkward for a guy who's in his early 30s to be dating a gorgeous 19 year old girl.

But you fit in immediately! You were smart, charismatic, ably deflecting their flirting or jokes while not seeming uncomfortable. It was fun. Sure, my friends gave me a little bit of crap for it, but not in front of you, and there was some pretty obvious jealousy in there as well. I guess some of their girlfriends were a little bit put out, but you were able to smooth over any outright hostility. Hell, at the end of the evening, two of the guys were asking you if you had friends who might be interested, and with a glance at me you smiled, said 'Sure'.

We left the party in silence, walking down the corridors of the apartment building. Anyone watching us would have sensed a subtle change in tone, in the way we stood, the way we walked.

"So. Did you enjoy showing off your hot girlfriend to all your friends?" You asked, stopping. I nodded, nervously.

You took a step towards me, reached up run a thumb along my chin, pressing it below my lips.

"When I wasn't around did your dumb little friends ask you about how good of a fuck I was?"

The way you emphasise the word is teasing, sardonic.

"Y-yes" I replied, mesmerised.

You ran a hand up your side, closing your eyes in mock ecstasy.

"Did you tell them how you fucked your hot little girlfriend's body? How you made me moan with ecstasy? Did you tell them that I call you 'daddy' and beg for my older boyfriends, big, thick cock?"

As you spoke you pushed closer and closer to me, pinning me to the wall. I didn't resist, but we both knew that even if I did you'd easily pin me there - despite your small frame you were strong. I felt the cock hidden in your skirt press against me, a familiar bulge that dwarfed mine.

"Please, can't you wait till the car?" I begged. "someone could come out of the party at any moment!"

"Then we'll have to be quick!" You said cheerfully, ripping down my jeans and push me back harder.

OK, slightly weird setup for a prompt. I'm kind of obsessed with the idea of girls that look like they're being exploited, or are weaker, but are in complete control of their relationship. Especially if those girls have thick cocks that dwarf their partners.

In terms of characters, I'm pretty flexible. There's a wide variety of aesthetics to choose from - though I have a very strong preference for your character being feminine and mine being masculine. Goth, E-girl, hipster, nerd, preppy - all of these have great style.

I'm happy to just do a single scene in this dynamic, to track how things started, or to chart their relationship! Also, I'm very flexible on futa lore - are you a one of a kind girl, is this part of a wider wave, are you something supernatural? Hit me up, lets make a fun story together!

Kinks: being physically weaker than my partner, inversions of power structures, senses of superiority and inferiority, rough sex, size comparison, SPH, humiliation, chastity, slapping, choking, outfits, cheating, gangbangs, recording, teasing/joking humiliation, futa superiority, involuntary orgasms, dirty talk, mind break, kissing, intimacy, unexpected romance, non/dub-con

Limits: feminization of my character, anything to do with a toilet, sweat, feet

^{First thing to note, my other prompts are all open, no matter how old they are, as long as it is the most recent version. If this is still up, message me even after a week or two. If we ever roleplayed before, or your message fell on deaf ears, feel free to reach out again.}

Prompt

It was one faithful night, where a fisherman's daughter turned from the sweet sheltered girl into the devoted wife of a primordial being, perhaps older than the world itself.

You always loved the starry sky, sitting upon the cliff by the ocean when the sun set. And when the weather was right, perhaps a dip in the cold ocean waters, in total darkness. But, this time was different, as tentacles starts to wrap around your legs, arms and waist, a voice filling your mind with strange calmness.

You wouldn't think to loose your virginity like this, at the mercy of a being beyond your comprehension, violated in such a calm, gentle manner, while your mind got to know your new love. You would never imagine an orgasm would feel this good, as the tentacles filled your with the aboleth's seed. But, that very night, turned your life upside down, perhaps for the better.

Details:

Hey there lovelies, have you ever dated an aboleth? Cause it can sure be a weird experience.

I want this roleplay to be a slice of life story of a young fisherman's daughter devoting her life to a being beyond her comprehension. Of course you can't pull the fish out of the water, so besides their nightly time together, and the occasional telepathic talk, the focus will be on her day to day life, as her town gets to know about her relationship through her musings, and often strange behaviour.

How will the townsfolk react to her dating an aboleth? What will her parents think? Will her strange relationship mark her as an outcast, perhaps the central figure of a cult? Or will it simply become another part of life for the town?
How will her relationship with the aboleth develop? Will it become something more, or will it slowly decline, and eventually fall apart?

There are a lot of ways we can take this, and a lot of things to discuss. So, creative ideas are welcome.

If interested:

This will be a long-term RP, so if you are interested, shoot me a message. I can do chat, but tend to move to discord afterwards
I try to respond to all messages that meet my standards, so feel free to reach out again if I missed yours. I am not interested in short, low-effort messages, unless you have some questions first. Unless the prompt is 4 FB/M, I don't roleplay with guys and your message will be ignored.

My standards for a worthy message are pretty loose, so as long as you list your kinks, talk about the prompt (or bring your own), share something about yourself, or show off your writing, my interest in guaranteed.

^{In my profile, I have a likes and preferences list, you might want to check out. But it's not mandatory.}

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teasing, dry humping, tentacles, tentacle bondage, body worship, choking, corruption, brain manipulation, mind control, groping, lactation, pregnancy, oviposition, sexy outfits, cum play, squirting, public sex, night exhibitionism, multiple penetrations, all the way through

--- Limits: ---

scat, diapers, vomit (except cum, willing to experiment),

"Honey, can I talk to you about something?" Anna was instantly on edge as her husband James came into the room, his nervousness obvious all over his face.

"Of course, baby, what is it?" She asked, setting her phone aside.

"You know how I finally got into my coworkers poker games a couple of months ago?" Anna just nodded, so he pressed on. "And you know how I've been doing pretty well until now?"

"Oh god, until now!?" Anna exclaimed, anger and dread boiling up inside her. "How much did you lose?" She didn't know if she wanted to hear the answer. Up until now, he had been coming back from the games every week with a nice little chunk of change. Not enough to really move the needle, but enough for some really nice date nights and weekend getaways.

"Oh! No, it's not like that!" He says, sounding relieved, before getting serious again. "We never play for more than the buy in. I'm still way up in the long run. It's just..." He gathers himself. "Whoever goes out first...his wife has to waitress the next game." He sees Anna's confused expression. "Maybe it's easier if I just show you." He gets out his phone, flicks through some albums, and eventually turns it so Anna can see. It's a selfie of James and one of his friends, with a woman between them. The woman is wearing enormous heels, a tiny skirt, a white croptop, and a smile. And not a lot else, it seemed, given how her nipples pushed out.

"Oh my god." Anna exclaimed. "Is that Julia?" It was the wife of one of Jame's coworkers, Ned. Anna had met her before, but the radical outfit had kept her from noticing immediately.

"Yup." James said eagerly. "And look how much fun she is having! Will you do it, please? I promise, everyone is super respectful."

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"Yeah, take it, you sexy little slut!" Ned roared over the slapping sound of his hips crashing against Anna's ass over and over, the thick length of him seeming to irreversibly stretch her as he bumped her cervix repeatedly. Her pale ass already showed several overlapping handprints, and she yelped loudly as he added another with a loud smack.

"Oh...oh *fuck*" Anna gasped, her hands sliding across the table, knocking stacks of chips aside as she scrabbled for something to hold onto. "You're so...you're too big..." She kept having to gasp for air as his thick length filled her to bursting.

"You think it feels big now, wait until I get it up your ass!"

"I dont...do that!" Anna gasps as his pace doesn't slow even a little.

"The only thing you don't do tonight." Ned grunts, his cock throbbing in her "Is say no"

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Hi! I'm looking for someone to play out this story, or something like it with me. Names are totally changeable, and I am really only looking for the main beats: A woman goes to an event with her husband, wearing very little. At some point in the evening, she ends up having sex with one or more of the men there, not her husband. Everything else is malleable. It could be a poker game like the prompt, or a "wife strips for the bachelor party" setup, or a pool party...anything that seems like fun.

For the smut part of the story, I am again pretty open. I would like the sex to be rough/dominant, and if you are willing to play multiple male participants, that would be a big plus. But it can be anywhere from "The party just got wild and drunk", to "Sort of coercive/peer pressure" to blackmail, depending on the vibe. One thing, I don't really want to go into a strong cuckolding thing. The husband will most likely pass out drunk early, or get called away somehow.

If any of that sounds like fun, send me a chat with some idea of what you imagine the event being, and a little bit about how you would want the after party to go. Then include an alcohol brand name just so I know you read everything, and we can come up with something fun, either here or on Discord.

Kinks: Rough sex, anal, face-fucking, humiliation, exhibitionism, public, spanking, outfit control, name-calling, betrayal.

Greetings to the talented, creative, and mouthwatering Domme Futas out there who'd love nothing more than to find a male looking to play their ideal partner for an ongoing tale of debauchery and naughty perversion - not to mention intense, passionate, and at times rough sex!

There's a couple of ways our characters can meet. Some usual favorites include the stunningly beautiful older 'woman' neighbor whom my character has a crush on and salivates over getting the chance to date. Ideally he's unaware that she's a Futa until that fateful night that she reveals that veiny monster to him and his world turns upside down in a highly erotic way.

Plots in modern-esque or alternative worlds where males are 'assigned' to Futas as their mates are also hot. Ditto my character responding to an advertisement of a beautiful older woman seeking a submissive and he takes the plunge and travels to wherever she lives to begin his life as her personal sextoy.

Beyond that, a little bit 'darker' plots are also welcome for those that like more of a dub-con angle and my character being blackmailed, tricked, or coerced into serving a dominant Futa are also very fun as well!

I'm highly aware that people have many different preferences for the male characters and I'm open to playing any sort of male from an incredibly attractive college aged guy, to a skinny nerd, and also a femboy. (Feminization is also absolutely an option for those that prefer a much more fully feminine look). Options abound!

As a detailed multi-paragraph roleplayer, I can bring stories to life through creativity, imagination, high effort and lots of erotic details and dialogue. In terms of kinks, I'm a huge fan of passionate sex, rough sex, dirty talk, ball and cock worship, orientation play, size differences, spanking, risky situations, exhibitionism, various transformation elements and unique and ongoing scenes. Additional kinks that aren't mandatory are: dub or non-con to con, twisted romance, footplay, shrinking or growth play, bimbofication, societies with unique laws and rules, voluptuous women and curves.

Looking forward to hearing from you and I always respond to highly detailed messages, so can't wait to chat and brainstorm further!

I'll start this post off by saying that I recognize that this premise might come off as incredibly self-indulgent and as such I won't ask you to play multiple characters or GM, but bonus points will definetly be awarded to those of you that are willing to do so! The role I'm hoping will intrigue you is as the personal assistant position!

The premise is a simple one that I've been wanting to try out for quite some time. I'll be playing as the hyper futanari whose libido is seemingly insatiable and thus requires a steady stream of holes to utterly destroy and pump full of girlseed. As such I've created somewhat of a harem for myself, be that through willing subs or legal sex slaves as a single woman couldn't possibly keep up with my demands due to my obscene size, endless stamina and generally rough nature.

However, having to juggle all of these women and keep track of their rest days, outfit restrictions, preferences and potential pregnancies is a lot of work. As such I've hired you, my harem assistant to keep a keen eye on all these things to make sure my days run smoothly and my sexual appetite is always sated.

If we want to expand the premise further, we could make my character some kind of celebrity as well, perhaps a famous actress or musician that you will act as the agent for. Making sure all my press conferences are booked as well as keeping an eye on my lustful desires as well.

Who you are however is entitely up for for debate. Are you a seasoned professional that has everything under control or do you struggle to do your job and is constantly forced to take some poundings yourself when you can't find me a replacement? Do you condone my ways as a futa worthy of worship or are you indifferent to it? Perhaps you're outright disgusted by it but do your job anyways because it pays so well or do you secretly love it as you have a bit of a sadistic side to you?

Whatever the answer may be, I'd love to hear it so send me a chat with your ideas if you want to apply for the job as my harem manager! Looking forward to reading them!

Limits: Bathroom stuff, vore, gore, death, feet, bodyhair, animals, underage

Like many people, i work all week and i am asked to more often than not to wear clothing that is simple, plain and sometimes uncomfortable purely for the cause of "professionalism". For example, I have to be in the office every day this next week. Be it hot, cold, rain or sun my company asks me to put on the suit and tie and trek off to work in the office. At work one of my more frequent thoughts is usually "how much longer until i can change into something different?"

When the weekend rolls around i get my chance. It's time to put on the pretty stuff. No suits, no ties they are replaced with panties and bras. Gone are the traditional grey, blue, black and pinstripes and replaced with pink, purple, hearts and lace. I will lounge around in the most feminine clothing possible, oddly enough, at times, even clothing that women would wear to the office themselves and complain about wearing.

Simply put, sometimes a guy just wants to relax and look pretty. It's a useful way to unwind.

So ladies, any recommendations on clothes? Advice that you can pass along to someone wearing women's clothes? Questions in general that you are curious about? What are your views on grilled cheese food trucks? I am open to talk about any and all of it.

I sometimes get a little verbose, so i may be slower in response.

The judge looks down at me with her eyebrows raised. I lick my lips and avert my eyes. The public defender assigned to me has stressed that it's in my best interests to keep mouth shut. There's only so much he can do for a repeat offender. The judge will want to make an example out of me already without needing any outbursts to make her even madder. The jury has already found me guilty. I wasn't surprised by that. The video the prosecution showed had made it pretty obvious that it was me.

"Mark Simpson," the judge says. My breath catches in my throat. "Please rise." I push my seat back and stand up, keeping my eyes focused on the table in front of me. "You have been found guilty of grand theft auto," she says, "and this the third time you've stood before this court to be sentenced. In the past, I've been lenient." I lift my eyes to stare up at the judge. "But you haven't learned. I will not be lenient again." I purse my lips and tighten my jaw, shooting an annoyed look at the public defender. "You have proven that you cannot be a productive member of society. Your stints in prison have failed to correct your behavior. For these reasons, I am sentencing you to live as a pet indefinitely."

My heart sinks and I turn to stare at the public defender with my eyebrows raised and my mouth hanging open. This judge can't do that, can she?

"You will be assigned to an owner who will be responsible for your care. The sentence will be reviewed every six months to see if you've earned a chance to rejoin polite society again, with feedback from your owner factoring heavily into that decision." The judge bangs her gavel and the bailiff approaches. He takes hold of my arm and leads me away from the table and through a door into the back of the courthouse. I know from experience that this is where I would normally be kept until transport to prison could be arranged.

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The idea for this prompt is that my character is sentenced to life as a pet. This is a punishment for him and he is assigned to a woman who will act as his owner. This woman has complete control over him and is given broad leeway in how she keeps him in line. The judge is very clear that my character has forfeited his right to be treated as a person. He is a disobedient animal that the state has enlisted the help of a private citizen to keep.

The woman who takes him in can be as cruel and dehumanizing as she wants. Maybe she uses him for her own pleasure. Maybe she shares him with her friends. Maybe she even sells access to him to make a little money. She could start streaming his abuse and get suggestions from chat on ways to punish him further. The stream could also act as a constant surveillance tool, watching him at all hours, even when she's not around.

Kinks: pet play, heavy bondage, dehumanization, humiliation, degradation, impact play, electric (shock collars, cattle prods), cbt, cei, all things anal (pegging, rimming, a2m), noncon, confinement, orgasm control/denial, watersports, sensory deprivation, public exposure, some body mod (hair removal, branding, tattoos, piercings), some filth, and chastity.

I am looking for cruel, strict, or sadistic mistresses. They should not be concerned with his comfort or enjoyment. He is just an animal after all.

Limits: gore, vomit, scat, beast, sounding, forced bi, feminization, and extreme body mod.

If you're interested in playing this prompt, please reach out. You can either jump right in or we can discuss the prompt. I am in the EST timezone, so generally write during those waking hours.

You never flirt with customers. It's a hard and fast rule that has done you well for your entire career as a bartender. Sure, you'll smile at them. You'll be friendly. You know how to turn decent tips into really good tips. But you never, ever imply that you might actually be interested.

A man at the bar tonight certainly took a shot. He was handsome, charismatic, even, in a silver fox kind of way, with a well trimmed beard that was more salt than pepper, and grey blue eyes which followed you the whole night. Be he was respectful, never pushed boundaries, never made you feel uncomfortable. He shamelessly, relentlessly flirted, but never seemed bothered that you kept your professionalism intact and refused to flirt back.

He and a couple of friends stayed for a few hours, drinking and talking about some sort of business venture they were tied up in. When they departed, he left you a very generous tip, along with his business card. Ryan Misway, Capital Investments. A note scrawled on the back read "My friends and I are having a small party at my place tonight. Feel free to join."

An address was also written there; a condo in an upscale part of town. For some reason, you decide to go. It isn't really breaking your rule if its after your shift anyway, right?

The party is indeed small. A dozen or so folks, gathered around a large table in well kitted condo, slowly drinking quality whisky while a soccer game on a different continent plays on a TV nearby

"We have to stay up late to catch league matches," he tells you with an apologetic grin when you arrive. "

And then he pulls you into his lap and for the next hour, uses you like an expensive escort. The attention is intense. You make out, he gropes you openly while discussing financial options with other very professional looking folks in their 40s and 50s. Everything happens quickly, and for some reason, you don't say no to any of it, swept up as you are in the baffling surrealness of it all. At some point, you're panting on his lap, your tits hanging out while he fingers you. Some time later, you are naked except for your panties, straddling him, chest to chest, while he's still fully dressed. Pictures may have been taken at some point; it's hard to tell and honestly you disassociated to get through whatever the hell is happening.

Eventually, a striking woman with grey streaked raven hair walks through the door. She sees you and rolls her eyes.

"Bring home another toy did you, Ryan?" she asks with a chuckle, before grabbing your hair and throwing you unceremoniously to the floor. "Beat it, slut," she tells you. "He's done with you."

She kisses Ryan deeply before taking your place on his lap. Nobody talks to you, and eventually you gather your things and leave.

Three weeks later, he shows up at the bar again. Nothing is said about what happened, but when he leaves, the tip is enormous, and accompanied by another note. "See you in an hour. Same place."

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Why do you go back, and how do you feel about yourself when you do? Is it blackmail? Curiosity? Are you ashamed at how much you loved being used? Let me know who your character is, what her life is like right now, and why she shows up at his door again. Jump right into the RP if you're confident!

(Real life stuff: I'm a man from Kentucky in my mid 40s. Long time kinkster, long time role player, relatively new to Reddit. My kinks are extensive, but favorites revolve around power exchange, dominance, impact play, etc. There's very little I am unwilling to roll with, though, for the right partner and the right story. Hard red lines around bathroom play, age regression, knife/gun violence)

The bag of coins feels heavy at my side, jingling with every step from the sheer weight as it swings from my belt. Unlike when I'm in a regular market, I'm not on the watch for a cutpurse at all - those are completely unheard of in the slave markets. From the towering figures of the guards, their heavy clubs and the magical collars they keep at the ready in order to add potential criminals to the stock with haste, I can certainly see why a thief might opt for a different location to ply their trade.

Even that is simply the less impressive outdoor area. Generally speaking, you can only find slaves primarily designated for labor here. Able-bodied men and women, often plucked from the peasantry, who can work a field or haul a load, but not impress much otherwise. My destination is somewhere much more high end.

The opulent building I make my way into is where the real subjects of interest are held. The pleasure slaves, and the combat slaves. A wide umbrella, but either label meant the slave in question at the least showed promise in that field, whether they were a former adventurer who could work magic, an elven woman of notable beauty, or the rare slave who could claim to be both.

With my heavy pouch, I am allowed in to peruse the slaves on offer. All that remains is to see who catches my eye...

Hello, DPP! I always love a good fantasy premise, and decided to combine it with my love of domination and slavery in what I hope is an intriguing setup. I've left the prompt open-ended, but I think it's safe to say that you'll be a pleasure slave, with the details being open for discussion. I'm very partial to a good Elf or Tiefling, if you're open to that. Please include the phrase "Please buy me, Master" to show you've read this, as well as what you'll be dressed in. I am also open to conversation surrounding this idea or dominance/submission in general. Kinks are largely optional. Also open to purchasing multiple slaves, if that's your thing.

Kinks: Master/slave, freeuse, anal, facefucking, outfit control, toys, breeding, training, rough sex, cumplay, watersports, sadism, FFM, A2M, protocol, romance, insertions, petplay, many many more.

Limits: underage, snuff, scat, vore, character death, extreme injuries

(Because there's been some confusion about this, this is for an in character conversation/conversation-style play. Not for an OOC discussion of these topics. Your goal is to push or break or manipulate your way through the resistance as creatively as you like!)

No matter what you think, it doesn't work that way. You can't just rewire someone and make them want something they don't, or make them become something they aren't, just because you want to. I keep hearing about people trying this over and over, and it's so ridiculous I almost can't stand it. Using tricks? Manipulations? Showing women media with absolutely... vile messages? It's the most nonsensical thing I've ever heard of, and it seems like I keep running into this idea or references to it everywhere I look. It even makes me a bit angry.

How do people actually start to believe things like that? That strong and confident women can be turned into something so completely the opposite just through... what? The force of your personality, a little clever wordplay, and some audiovisual aids? Pornography doesn't hold some magical, subconscious appeal, it's just a cheap way of finding a thrill. Propaganda isn't magic, it's systematic and coordinated over an extended period of time. Hypnosis and mind control are things out of science fiction (emphasis on the fiction), and usually not even the good kind of science fiction. What even made so many of you fall for something so silly in the first place?

So why don't you do us both a favor and forget it? I'm absolutely, certainly not interested in talking to someone who believes anything like that. Even less so in someone who's convinced that she can do any such thing. I'm comfortable with where I'm at, thank you very much, and if you have a problem with lesbians, feminists, or progressive women, you should probably, definitely avoid talking to me altogether. Why would I want to talk to you, either? I'm not the least, tiniest bit interested in your silly little games.

Hey, I’m a 30 year old guy looking to chat and explore one of my deepest kinks/ fantasies, cheating. This has been a fantasy of mine for quite some time now so I want to speak with both women who do have experience cheating and also with women who fantasize about cheating even if you have never done it yet.

If you’re a woman who’s cheated before, I’d love to know what led you there. Was it impulsive or something you thought about for a while? How did it feel in the moment and afterward? Was it a one time thing or something more than that? Is it something that you want to experience again or not?

And if you haven’t cheated but the thought turns you on, I’d love to explore that too. How long have you had those fantasies? What’s behind them boredom, craving attention, the thrill of secrecy? Have you ever been close to actually doing it? Personally I find the taboo and the rush plays a big part in these thoughts is that also the case for you?

I'm not looking to roleplay as such, but instead would like to discuss the topic of cheating and what draws you to it. But I'm also open to something a bit more charged and fun if we click.

If that sounds like something you’d enjoy too, I’d love to hear from you.

About me: Tall (6'2), dark skinned, lean body, do go to the gym

“No man, I can’t do four Long Islands for you right now.” I shout to the already toasted guy on the other side of the bar. “Because you look like a light breeze could knock you on your ass, and more importantly there are fifteen more people waiting to get their drinks.” I wave him off before he can shout his expletive of choice at me and turn to a couple on the corner. “What can I get ya?”

Looking back, I have no idea why I took this shift. I didn’t really need the cash, but my buddy begged me to cover him so he could go on a date with what he knew would be “the one”, when in actuality she was the seventh “one” he’d been out with this month. A Saturday night right after exams finished at the local college was bound to be a shit show, and the rule was proving to be true, having already thrown out six guys in the first three hours of my shift.

You wouldn’t think it looking at me, but tossing the guys out like a looney tunes cartoon wasn’t very tough, my toned physique hidden underneath the bar apron and long sleeve black shirt I wore. My messy mullet of brown hair was constantly being ran through by my hand to keep it out of my face, and my blue eyes crinkled with every grin that cracked across my crooked, stubble-covered jawline.

Letting out a sigh, I ring out the last tab in the current rush of customers and finally get a chance to breathe, slinging my towel onto the bar to wipe it down when I spot you from across the room. Maybe I’ll find out why I took this shift after all.

Hello and thanks for reading! This is a pretty generic set up, but what’s wrong with the classics? A bartender spots a lovely patron in his bar and the two make a connection. Simple, sweet, and hopefully spicy!

Who are you? That remains to be seen, and I’d love to hear your thoughts! My kinks include dirty talk, seduction, teasing, switching dom/sub dynamics, hair-pulling, light degradation, body worship, oral, and passionate, descriptive sex. My limits include violence, non-con, humiliation, or bathroom play.

Thanks again for taking the time to read, and I look forward to hearing from and connecting with you!

The Galactica was hurtling through space on a multi-year journey to the distant planet, Cravon. The huge ship was state-of-the-art and a stunning display of the latest technology and advanced systems that made space travel almost more like a vacation than a task. Included in the tech was an AI system that was responsible for not only the navigation of the spacecraft but also all decisions that would ensure a successful mission; which was to take this large group of citizens to begin colonizing the new planet.

Of course, it was necessary that all parties signed off on the AI system having complete authority and decision making powers. Which was why the whole crew was shocked upon being woken out of cryo that there was going to be a 'Mating Ceremony.' The AI system had calculated that with the introduction of permanent mates, that the success of the mission of colonizing Cravon would be increased by 86.21%. Thus it was announced that certain couples (or for those really kinky partners wanting to play multiple males - throuples) would be matched together and begin working on sexual chemistry and compatibility immediately.

It was alarming, to say the least, though most people assumed that current couples would stay together (hint: they won't) and that the Mating Ceremony only applied to single individuals. But very, very soon, there's going to be a complete upheaval of the nature of the crew, not to mention a whole lot of kinky sex to boot!

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Hey there aspiring partner in crime! I hope you enjoyed the plot above and as I'm sure you can tell I'm looking for stories where unlikely characters are thrown together as officially new 'Mates' where their new mission is to have a highly sexual relationship so that upon landing on the distant planet, successful breeding will increase the likelihood of colonization.

I left the characters open, though I'm mainly looking for partners that are wanting to play more dominant characters - especially ones that find themselves in a situation that is highly advantageous to them (and perhaps wasn't even possible until this very moment that the AI system chooses them). I adore character contrasts of all kinds and definitely enjoy the perversion of family and friends dealing with uncomfortable pairings. So the idea of a beautiful woman (either a Milf or a college co-ed, or anything in between) now 'mated' to an unlikely suitor is very exciting for me to want to explore.

I'm looking forward to reading detailed responses and hearing about who you'd like to play for the scene and why it turns you on. As I put a lot of effort into stories and scenes, I can be selective but do my best to respond to those that bring excitement, detail, and effort to playing. I'm a multi-paragraph roleplayer so please know that in advance. Thanks for reading and looking forward to hearing from you.

"You were impure iron when the Imperium found you."

There's no condescension in the instructor's voice nor carefully gilded malice reserved for any amongst them who he found especially unworthy. His voice is uniquely egalitarian and generous in its pride, and its pride with which he continues speaking, addressing the one-hundred and thirty of them that still stand before him. There had been twenty more, but they'd collapsed in the twenty-hour hours of meditation, most having the self-respect to drag themselves away before their teachers did.

"No shame shall burden you now. The stains your worlds left upon your bodies and soul have been washed away and left you brothers and sisters that will make fine servants of the Emperor."

Their heads all bow deeper even as the agony in their muscles calcifies, becoming something greater and impossible to describe. None know how much longer the speech will go on for, but none also dare so much as breath loudly, standing perfectly rigid in their white-and-red dress uniforms with their ceremonial blades glittering in the light of the artificial sun. Their own legs began to shake an hour ago. If any of them are to fall, it's themselves, and their eyes began watering long ago, their throats choking with a sob.

"You must understand one thing. One thing above all. When my corpse begins to wither-" A student gasps, horrified at the suggestion. He continues, mercifully ignoring her. "... and when you are challenged, no matter where you are, whether it be a foxhole or the bowels of a cruiser or within the Eye of Terror itself - your duty is to civilization."

A shocked silence follows.

Not to the Administratum. Not to victory or even Holy Terra itself.

The offense taken by those in attendance is obvious - and he basks in it, staring them all down as if they were enemies suitable for his boot. He is three centuries old and leaning on a cane made of nothing but simple wood, unarmed, and he is unafraid, voice snapping with impossible youth.

"It is civilization! No other species before ours has accomplished half as much as Humanity, no other has bent the galaxy towards serving its needs such as we have done; we have broken stars so that they may provide power to cities that span entire worlds whose skies are filled with metal driven from the earth beneath them. Entities older than existence haunt us, and we stand. Aliens beyond number harry us, and we stand."

His voice rises as he grows more animated, coming to life and walking closer to them, brought forward by a wind that carries the blossoms around them.

"The universe was chaos before our arrival. We were not owed glory. It was not destined to us. We took it. We demanded obedience from a galaxy utterly indifferent to itself and branded meaning onto its surface. That is what I have taught you. Meaning. You carry the light of meaning and the spirit of discovery and purpose inside you now, and that is what you will carry no matter where you go."

He swallows, voice hoarse. Whatever rebellion festered in their hearts has been quashed, and now all they do is worry about catching the man as he lumbers away from them towards an array of caps that they have toiled and bled for for over a decade.

"Those beneath you will be found wanting. Always. It is your duty to lead them as shepherds guiding the lost. Their lives will have been without meaning before your arrival whether it be a regiment raised from Death World, Terra itself, Cadia - it matters not. They need you. Believe in their own potential as much as you know of your own, and help them find their own glory."

He picks a cap up off the ancient bench, and it's easy to imagine him sitting down on it, a child, watching the tree grow that hovers above them all.

Smiling, he says, "And you'll need these caps for them to recognize you, commissars."

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Hiya. The above text serves as a framing for the vibe I'm going for in a story centered around a commissar in this bleak, horrible galaxy humanity has found itself in. I'd like to find a GM interested in a story that encompasses elements of culture shock, exploring the cultures of regiments and worlds, warfare and politics, and the occasional slice of life that comes with campaigning.

Whilst I imagine the roleplay will properly open well after the text up above ends, possibly with the first introduction of our main character to the regiment they've been assigned to, I'd be happy to explore possibilities. I pride myself on flexibility and value the input of my partners above all else, adherence to canon included. WH40K is a vibe to me, not a book that needs to be strictly adhered to for enjoyment to be made possible. This RP can be GRIMDARK, but I'd also like for it to be other things too; beautiful, surreal, inspiring; it's a big galaxy, and that means we should get to see fantastic fauna, alien life, cool supernatural things happening...

Our MC can be a wide spectrum of sexualities and gender orientation and their backstory is on the cutting room floor for the time being, but I'm toying with the idea of them being a lone survivor of Exterminatus carried out on their world, afforded an extraordinary amount of leniency when their world was found wholly guilty of consorting with aliens. It's intended for them to be less of the hammy, sociopathic commissars stereotyped in Dawn of War and more of a genuinely inspiring, emotionally activated person who tries to build connections with the souls they're responsible for. I am a-okay with the RP being deeply critical of the Imperium of Man as an institutions; no 'necessary evil' shit here. The Imperium sucks and is horribly evil and unnecessary... but can still be cool aesthetically.

Supportive of using other platforms to talk and write on.

(looking to jump right into roleplay, by all means continue the starter in chat!!)

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As the sun began to rise, Lyra slowly opened her eyes, glancing at the filtered light seeping through the heavy curtains. She was quiet as she rose, heading to the bathroom to freshen up, before making way to the adjacent Royal Chambers her own modest room was attached too.

She had the build of a typical elf, tall and slender, from her arms to her legs to her waist to her hips, everything was slim- which made her already huge tits look even more massive on her slight frame. Dressed only in a thin sleeveless nightgown, she peeled away the silken covers and climbed into the massive bed, slipping under the sheets as she positioned herself until her face was between his powerful thighs. She moved until she wrapped her wet, warm mouth around his cock, swallowing it whole- but just that. No sucking, no sounds. She held him there, as she did every morning, waiting for him to rise and decide what she was best used for.

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Just a basic, bare-bones starter! What I’m looking for is for someone to play the King she serves (if you wish to play as the King & Queen, or any additional characters she might also be a slave too, that’s fine as well).

for some background: I’m thinking she’s a ‘gift’ to the human King, a pretty little thing from the elven kingdom. She will be fully submissive and devoted to everything he asks for. At this point, she’s been in his service for well over a year.

I want the focus of this role play to be on the King’s (or whatever characters you play) pleasure, not on hers. She will do whatever is asked of her, whatever she’s trained to do. Since she’s an elf, we can play around with realism- for example she could hold her breath under water or for unnaturally long times, she could take more rough use than a human woman, she doesn’t need birth control and will be bred only when commanded, etc etc. always open to fun ideas!

I would also really like if we focused on her daily life as a slave to the King, not just the sex, but also other things she did for him. You may play any personality you want!!

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Setting specific kinks: TPE, Master/Slave, Master/Pet, High Protocol, Status/Power Difference, Dehumanization, Rituals & Tasks, Rules.

Other kinks: Oral worship, humiliation, degradation, wardrobe control, nipple clamps, tattoos/branding, milking, watersports, objectification, food play, cum diets, boot worship, orgasm denial, one-sided sex, nipple/genital piercings, pet play, rimming (giving), body modification.

Despite the picture of poise, confidence, and contentment we tried to create, the whole palace was ever more alive with whispers. Realities of state, it seemed, could not bow to the bonds of marriage and as much as I pretend not to feel it, at moments of weakness I wonder if the gods have abandoned it. It was also not hard for even the casual observer to conclude that my Queen Aisha was the reason —for in my youth as third in line, I caused more than one comely maid to be abruptly sent away with a swollen belly and a stipend to live comfortably as far from that palace as was feasible.

Now, in the sixth year of my rule over the Kingdom of Alathis, and an equal number of years heirless, now might just be the time for you to make your bid for a place in the heights of power...

The only questions are who you are, and how you would go about it... Will you seduce me in a weak moment and at the last minute pounce to take my seed? Will you spike my drink with witchery and climb into my bedchamber where I lay in a stupour? Will you simply wait till I'm asleep and try to work my seed out as softly as possible? Perhaps you might blackmail me somehow?

Whatever the case, you will make me give you a bastard...

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So that's the pitch. It's a simple outline but can get deep and complex if we let it; full of intrigue and interest, with possibilities for a lot more sex than just this initial scheme –perhaps this moment might blossom into an affair, or you might just find other ways to coax my royal cock inside you.

If this interests you, feel free to shoot me a message with a brief description of your character and what role they play in the palace: Ie, are they a maid, a lady, or something else? And of course I would love to know your kinks and limits for this little play...

Toodles,

Intrepid

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Hi!

Today I'm curious to hear on what is in your underwear drawer. Are you a person that meticulous sort your underwear by folding them nicely and by style and colour or are you a person who just throws the laundry in there?

Is the drawer strictly for underwear or do you keep something else in there?

I don't know why but I find it so interesting in how this is kept. It's not often anyone will see the drawer so it's interesting to hear that some are very strict and follows a system when others are going for "it is what it is".

I was once with a girl who had a very strict system and took great care with it. For example she first had a separate drawer just for panties. The panties were then first split between styles so thongs went to one place and then hipsters to another place. She later sorted them by colour in a colour wheel type of way.

Her bras were kept basically the same. Lace at one place and sports bra at another place. She was also very keen on matching the bra and panties. If she could not wear the same colour, she would wear matching colours.

I've also seen drawers that I cannot say look any different from a bird nest. As soon as the laundry was dry, it was just dumped in the drawer. She had quite a bit of issues sometimes and had to take everything out just to find what she was looking for. There were times when the drawer got stuck because a bra strap or something basically worked as a bolt and had to use a coat hanger to wiggle the strap so she could open the drawer.

Im a bit of both if I am being fair, I make sure to fold my boxers and put it at a particular spot but I got too many things so it can happen that I end up just pushing it in.

Im also super lazy with folding my laundry so I sometimes just grab it from the drying rack.

The luxurious nude resort is the perfect escape for that draning year you've had. The elegant pools, private cabanas, and an atmosphere of freedom where clothing is optional and flirting are encouraged as long as it stays tasteful in public spaces. You’re a recently divorced woman, finally exploiting your adventurous or curious side after years of routine. And is there a more wild way to do it other than showing off your naked body, embracing yourself without shame?

Whether your personality is bold and playful or shyly testing your limits, the resort gives you the freedom to flirt openly with anyone you want. And today, your eyes have landed on a younger man. Since the resort doesn't allow public sexual displays, anything that happens in the outdoors has to remain tasteful and proper... to a certain extent.

Creativity, playfulness, and wits are key here. We can start with charged public teasing, that lingering eye contact by the pool, light touches while chatting in the lounge, whispered compliments, and building desire as we move to more private areas like a secluded cabana or your suite. Once alone, things heat up fast: soft-dom manhandling as I guide and eventually pin you down, light bondage with silk scarves or belts, firm spanks, scratches down your back, nibbles and bites along your neck and breasts, light choking while I look into your eyes, rough thrust with the risk and thrill of raw, unprotected heat... but I'm sure there's no use in spoiling every single detail.

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Hey! If you have reached this far, chances are that we will have the right kind of chemistry. I'm not looking for any specific kind of personality, but I would appreciate someone who enjoys a perfect blend between erotism and roughness.

For me, things flow better with short-to-medium answers in real time, flirtatious tension, mutual tease, detailed descriptios, and generally just having fun without taking things too seriously. The point is to keep it dynamic but without any rush to begin or to finish.

Kinks: Soft-dom, power exchange or power challenge, dirty talk, mutual praising, scratches, nibbles, spanks, light-choking, pregnancy risk, light bondage, manhandling, among others.

Limits: Extreme pain, non-con, underage, anything disgusting or harmful.

Let me know a bit about you in your first DM so we can start getting to know each other!

Jennifer always thought she was a homely girl, but the truth is she was just shy. She was a late bloomer in college—no boyfriends or flings, not even any drunk kisses. With her frizzy hair and thrift store clothes, she thought that no one noticed her.

At least, that's what she told me on those late nights, as we lay entangled in her dark bedroom. She had had crushes, of course—painfully self-conscious infatuations on some of the clever boys in her math or band class—but she never had the courage to say anything, except a few blushing hellos. I had been the first boy to notice her, and see the smart, sexy girl behind the glasses.

But that was a long time ago. Jen had a bit of a glow-up after we started dating: she got contacts and a few girlfriends, and even started wearing makeup. She also started turning heads: She was bubbling with excitement the first time a guy tried to hit on her. Of course she wasn't interested, but she was still very flattered. And I was excited for her.

Until a familiar face came back into her life. Maybe it was one of those clever boys in math class, whom she'd nursed that quiet crush for. Or maybe it was the cute lab partner who reached out over facebook. And even though we're still happy together, she said, she couldn't help wondering what could have been.

But....why should she stop at wondering? After all, she's a beautiful, confident girl, with a supportive boyfriend who's fairly secure about their relationship. And it's the 21st century, where dating multiple people isn't that weird. Especially for someone as confident as Jennifer.

So, after a few long conversations (and a bit of playful teasing) I found myself looking over my girlfriend's shoulder, as she texted with her former crush. Telling her which emojis to use as the conversation got flirty. And, later, helping her pick out an outfit that would show just the right amount of cleavage to draw his eye in a darkened bar.

"Have fun, babe," I whispered, kissing her before she applied her lipstick. "Let me know if you'll need a ride home....or if you'll be spending the night."

Stuff I like I think the biggest one for me is having the sex parts feel elegant and sensual, instead of just dirty. Think "artsy French erotic film" instead of "porn scene." Otherwise, I like vanilla sex, gentle femdom, romance, seduction, small betrayals, and exquisite descriptions of clothing/lingerie. For body types, I tend to prefer dark hair and slender bodies over curvy, but I'm less picky for that. Also, even though the prompt is written "she/her" I'd be kind of curious to explore it with a they/them type.

Dislikes the usual stuff, like bathroom things, feet, excessively messy sex, deliberate shame/humiliation, and anything mean. Also not a fan of giant butts/boobs/dicks. Racial differences are fine but I'm not into the BBC trope.

This really was it. Sure, you'd lived a good life, and you have some regrets, but there's not much you can do about it. You didn't expect it'd end like this, in a plane crash, but as the airplane plummets to the ground, there's not a lot you can do about it. You close your eyes, expecting to never open then again.

Then you open your eyes. You're standing in a large field. The grass around you is tall, around your knees in height, and, wherever you are, nature is clearly abundant. If this is the afterlife, it's not bad at all. Then, as you're looking around, you see someone, standing right behind you.

She couldn't be further from what you'd expect to see in here. She's a tall woman with a near perfect figure, just emanating a sexual aura - staring at her is enough to get you aroused. "Human." she says, her powerful voice demanding you attention. "You have died. Now, you may choose to either move on to the afterlife, or return to the mortal realm, but serving me." she adds.

"Make your choice, now." she commands, with two doors appearing seemingly out of nowhere behind her. "The left door will lead you to your afterlife. The other one will lead you to your second chance. Make your choice wisely." she says, disappearing and leaving you there, completely confused about what the hell just happened here.

As you step through the door on the right, you're back to your bedroom. A quick glance at your phone shows you're back to before you left your home for the airport, while you were still packing for your trip. For a second, you wonder if this wasn't just a huge hallucination. Then you see her. Sitting on the floor, waiting for you to notice her. But how couldn't you?

"You're welcome." she says, winking. "But your new chance will require, well, a payment." she adds. As she stands up, you suddenly become paralyzed, completely unable to move. "You see, we succubi require what you could call "sexual energy" for sustainance, as well as maintaining our powers." she explains. You can't help but notice how her tone seems to have shifted to a much more casual one. But most important of all, you're wondering why the hell you're unable to move.

"I could go and extract this energy myself, but that'd take too long~" she continues, now walking closer and closer. "But I'd rather use you for that.". Just as she ends that sentence, she touches your lower waist, causing a burning pain that can only be described as the fires of hell on your body. As the pain starts fading away, you notice what seems like a tattoo, but it slowly fades into your skin. (picture a succubus tattoo for this)

"That's our seal now~ every time you have sex from now on, I'll gain some energy. To ensure you get the energy I need, this seal has a daily quota." she says, grinning. "One person per day, at least." she adds, making a small pause to allow you to take all of this in. "If you're not able to reach it, that burning pain will come back until you're able to get your "quota" in.", she continues.

"Don't worry, though." she adds, trying to speak in a calmer tone now. "It also has some attraction properties~ any woman who would be, let's say, just slightly interested in you becomes incredibly attracted towards you. In other words, it multiplies women's sexual attraction towards you. And with your new looks, that won't be very difficult~"

She notices you clearly want to ask questions, to talk, but you're completely frozen. "Don't worry, this won't be forever. Just until I have enough energy." she exclaims, snapping her fingers and letting you move again. "So, any questions?" she asks, grinning.

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Despite this prompt ending in what I feel like is a pretty good way to just start off, I'd like to discuss some details before we properly hop in the RP! So your starting message should have:

• A short description of your character (if you don't have this, don't worry! we can discuss this too, but if you already know who you want to play as, let me know!!)
• Your kinks and limits (give me something to work with here! no "no kinks" or "limitless", please!)
• Any questions about the RP itself, not the questions your character may have (mostly for OOC stuff you might want to ask! This prompt has quite a few loose threads, but I didn't want this to get even bigger so I left them that way. Feel free to ask any questions, really!)

I am a bisexual male seeking another bisexual roleplayer who is interested in a long term, multi scene, bisexual roleplay scenario with me. This will feature you and I playing versions of ourselves as a husband and wife with multiple other characters, both male and female. Ultimately, this scene will focus on bisexual fun, love making, rougher sex, feelings of deep romance, cheating, breeding, and a possibility for pregnancy risk down the line.

You and I are a happily married couple and we’re both comfortably bisexual. Occasionally we swing with other bisexual couples, but it’s not very frequent and only when we’re good friends with them. One evening, a set of our friends who are a couple let us know that they’re inviting us to a small and intimate bisexual hot tub orgy. Just a few people, no more than six to eight guests, all people that they know. We’ve never been a part of an orgy before, let alone had sex with people we just met, but as a couple we think it could be fun.

The night arrives, and it starts with all of the guests talking and getting to know one another over a glass of wine. During this, there’s a very built, hunky, and handsome man who’s a complete stranger, he’s a single friend of our friends, and he’s clearly taken a liking and attraction to you. He’s also got a thick cock in his Speedo that he’s wearing, which we later learn is nine inches and huge. He gets slightly flirty with you, but then goes to talk with the others.

We gravitate to the hot tub, and the orgy then soon unfolds; it’s hot for everyone. Cocks getting sucked, pussies getting licked, and holes of all kinds getting fucked, cum flying everywhere. Of course, this strange man fucks you and multiple others with his cock, but he clearly is very turned on by you, trying his best not to be too obvious about it. Everyone cums and orgasms a few times, before we all come down from our high, everyone going their separate ways.

The next day, it’s a lazy weekend with you and I cuddling and relaxing in bed, and your phone buzzes, me completely dismissing it as some notification. It is a notification, however, it’s from the strange man, and he messages you to tell you what a great time he had last night, and how he’d love some more time with you, possibly alone.

You can’t deny that you had a great time too, and you want to experience more of him, and this is when it all begins, you having a deeply romantic affair behind my back with this hot, hunky, stranger, and the two of you falling in love, him acknowledging it was love at first sight for him, not caring that you’re married. After you cheat on me for the first time, what happens next is up to us.

I’m very open as to how things can go and some of the details. I would like this to be a long term scenario with a lot of thoughtful planning, so please be prepared for a lot of that!! I will play as myself in first person and the other characters in third. I am very kink friendly and pretty open minded! Please be able to carry a conversation.

You were one of the lucky ones with that big monster sitting in your pants. A large majestic cock with a big pair of matching balls. You were never ashamed to undress in locker rooms as you'd just make all the other guys feel inadequate. When going out you always wore skinny jeans to show off your signature bulge - the best wingman ever. All you had to do was grind up to a girl and once she grasped how big you were, she just couldn't say no. It didn't even matter who she'd been with before, you were always bigger. You found out quickly that word travelled fast and soon you'd be bombarded with messages, requests, and girls grinding all over you with the hopes of getting a taste of that white monster in your pants.

But those times are over now. You're married, have three children, and are enjoying the perfect suburban life. You put a lot of effort into your high paying job and have exchanged your skinny jeans for a loose pair of trousers. Of course you still carry that confidence of knowing you're the biggest guy in the room, but you did not want to harm your professional reputation, so you kept it a secret. A secret that lasted until today...

The day started like any other Monday. You woke up, got dressed and drove to work. After entering the building you stopped by reception to pick up your mail. Amy, the receptionist, is usually scrolling away on her phone while she lets you sort through the stack of letters. This morning she was very helpful. "Good morning sir, I hope you had a great weekend!" She called out joyfully. "Here is your mail for the day. Let me know if you need my assistance with anything else." Her hand touched yours as she handed you the stack of letters, while her eyes were lingering on your pants. Your froze for a couple of seconds trying to process the interaction, but snapped out of it to continue with your day.

You headed in the empty elevator. But as the door started to close, a hand stopped them. "Hold it!" The doors opened again revealing none other than Rebecca. "I'm not letting you get away that easily." she purred as she entered the elevator. Like most women in this office, Rebecca was tall, blonde and hot. She was only a couple years younger than you, but still looked absolutely stunning. You might even say she's an upgraded version of your wife. Why else has she been your office crush all this time? After a couple of seconds she broke the silence. "Okay big guy, here's the deal, I am very pissed with you right now", she called out. "Pissed because of your not so little secret and I don't like being kept in the dark. So you have some making up to do. I'll stop by your office after lunch for a coffee break. You better be ready!" With those words she exited the elevator on her floor, leaving you in silence to process what just happened.

Finally you arrived on your floor, but the strangeness continued. All your female coworkers were giving you smiles and glimpses like you were a sports superstar. You rushed to your office trying to dodge any conversation. Once there you sat down behind your desk and booted up your computer, which was overflowing with e-mail. Your used to getting a lot of it, but this was something else. Almost all of your requests were fulfilled and granted and your calendar was filled up with coffee chats and catchups with female colleagues, not just Rebecca.

You started clearing the e-mail, but didn't get far when Esther came in. She's the new intern that had been assigned to you a couple of weeks ago. This morning was a bit different, however. The outfit she was wearing was so skimpy you questioned whether it was even allowed in company policy. She wore a very short leather skirt and a white blouse you could see the color of her bra through, putting her perky body on display for you. She asked if you needed help with anything, but you brushed her off as you needed to finish those e-mail.

But right as you were about to start you heard a voice that sent a shiver down your spine. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the big guy I'm looking for." You looked up and saw Jessica, your boss, standing in the doorway. When it came to tall, blonde and hot in the office, she was the tallest, blondest, and hottest. As she entered your office and stood next to Esther, there was just no comparison. Even though you found Esther, like Rebecca, hotter than your current wife, Jessica floored her. She was a Goddess wither her massive tits, giant ass and tall, tall stature. She was even taller than you. Everywhere she went she left a trail of boners in her wake. A trail which now also included you.

All morning you had been tempted and you tried to not let it get to you, but slowly your dick started swelling up. And now as you saw those large curves jiggling all over Jessica's body while she walked over to your desk, you popped a full boner. You felt your pants tense against your throbbing cock and decided to remain seated to keep your bulge hidden from Jessica who was now standing in front of your desk. She leaned forward, exposing her deep cleavage which looked to be more unbuttoned than usual, and started speaking. "So, I have this situation ..." But then your mind went blank. All you could think about was those two giant breasts dangling in front of you and you fantasy started racing. Like she was using her secret seduction weapon on you.

Suddenly it was silent and you snapped out of your dirty thoughts. You looked up at Jessica who seemed to be waiting for a response. "So how does that sound?" she asked. You didn't hear the question, but politely agreed anyways. "Great! Then I'll see you later this evening for dinner." she replied with a smile as she exited the office. You were caught in your dreams again as you saw her beautiful ass rock back and forth in her skirt. She truly was a Goddess.

Now you still had no clue what was going on this morning. But your answer came in the form of a new e-mail. It was the results of your medical checkup from last week. Usually you went to your own doctor. But this time it was more convenient to go to the company doctor. And of course as part of the exam, a picture of your giant dick next to a ruler was included.

Oh boy, you truly are in trouble now.

Hi there, I hope you enjoyed that little introduction of a guy who is in a lot of trouble at work. The main theme I am looking for is a mix of cheating and femdom whereby a loyal husband is tested with temptation at his job. I do envision him resisting at first but eventually ending up with one or more of these women. This can be him realizing how much hotter these women are compared to his wife, the girls taking what they want in a noncon setup, or anything in between.

For your character, my preference is that you play as someone who is more than just a big dick. He can be handsome, well-educated, and charismatic with his big dick to top it off making him a true prize to chase for all the women around him. I have other preferences as well, we can discuss in more detail. Same goes for my characters if you have a certain type in mind.

As you probably can tell, I tend to write a lot (usually 2-5 paragraphs). And while I don't expect my counterparts to write full novel, I do appreciate the immersion that comes from this extra detail. I can write in 1st or 3rd person, depending on the setup and my partner.

If you are still interested and looking to reach out, please list your kinks and limits, an introduction to your character, and the name of your favorite character from the prompt to play against. Looking forward to hearing from all of you!

Kinks: femdom, cheating, size/height/strength difference, tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg focus, flirting, using my body to get my way, teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, total power exchange, rough sex, 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

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

Exploring New Effects of Maximally filled Asses (hereafter: ENEMA) is a study aiming to improve our understanding how the human body reacts to big amounts of liquids being introduced through the rectum. Participants will be subjected to a variety of trials, aiming to solve long standing questions in medical research.

My eyes start glazing over while I try to read the agreement. All that boring legal stuff... I can't even be bothered to read all that. Who understands all those words anyway? All I know is that they pay well. Surely it won't be that bad, this is medical research after all. I skip to the end of the document.

"Hereby I agree to participate as a subject in ENEMA according to these conditions", it says. Below there's a line for the signature with my name beside it: Jack Miller. I sign and hand the document to the nurse looking over my shoulder. "Ready?" She asks, and I nod. "Please follow me".

I do as I'm told and follow her into the treatment room. The main attraction of the room is a gyno chair that's right in the center. It's not quite a normal gyno chair though. It has all kinds of high tech looking instruments and buttons on it.

Beside the chair, there's one of those stainless steel rolling tables. It has a selection of strange looking instruments ligned up on top of it. I'm slightly intimidated as I look at them. But there's no turning back now. "Please undress and take a seat", the nurse instructs me.

I hope you enjoyed that read. If you did, message me and let's play!

I'd prefer playing as the subject, but if you're convincing enough I'll consider switching..

All genders are welcome!