YoungBusty
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Hi, what characters and periods do you have in mind?
Seeking Writers and inspiration 2021 edition.
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Vardai
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HI Jake,
im Vardaï its been a while for me coming to Lit so i have a new profile. Would like to chat and see if we get along.
PlayfulLilDarlin
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Looking for a partner to write historical fiction
I know that most writers here tend to lean to original media and have seen some fantastic examples of that. But what I am looking for is something specific and different. I am looking to play within the existing worlds of canon and with existing characters. I find no better compliment than people telling me that they can really see the environment from the show/book/movie/game and that they could hear a line I've written in a character's voice.
I don't want to just write out scenes that are already existing in canon, but to expand on what happened before, after, or off-panel and create an extension of that canon and those characters. I understand this won't be for everyone and I've made my peace with that. This is just how, mostly, I enjoy writing and the challenge of coloring in the lines so to speak on things that already have a structure.
All that said, on to the plots!
Black Sails: A phenomenal tv series about the pirates of Nassau fictionalized into a prequel to Treasure Island. Real-life and historical fiction wove together brilliantly in this show. There were plenty of authenticities as well as creative license to please any fan of literature, history, and fiction. And what's not to love about pirate adventures in 1715?
So, I hope to roll back the clock and pick up with the character I would be writing, Eleanor Guthrie, the resident fence and broker for the island. She owns the property and is a formidable businesswoman. She controls trade and offers information on what ships laden with goods are on the water and when and where they could best be set upon.
I would seek someone to write Charles Vane, James Flint, or other characters. I particularly want Charles as he is her primary love interest, and they had a falling out in the show's time that is entirely too delicious to not speculate about. Charles is a strong character with a wide streak of self-interest, but he's not necessarily just a bad guy. The pirates of this series are very much painted in shades of gray when it comes to morality. It's a great show if you haven't seen it, I encourage it.
Dead Wood: Another spectacular tv series, set in the 1870s in the burgeoning town of Dead Wood in the days before South Dakota had joined the union. It's a lawless time and a lawless town. Gold flows like wine from the Black Hills and everyone is out to stake a claim on the land and what it has to offer. From saloons to whorehouses to general stores and hotels everyone has something they want from the land.
Enter Alma Garret, she came to Dead Wood with her husband Brom Garret a wealthy but foolish man who was brilliant in New York City business and much less so in the business of gold. Brom sets out to seek his fortune and ends up at the wrong end of powerful people in the camp, having only one point left to him, his gold claim really did pan out. Alma is left widowed and with something she has no idea how to handle but is advised by Wild Bill Hickok not long before his infamous death over a hand of aces and eights.
Bill had enlisted his new friend, and town's new businessman, Seth Bullock to advise Alma on the matters of her claim. Seth and Alma are instantly attracted to each other, an attraction that leads them to her bed even though he is married.
Seth Bullock is the character I would like someone to write. A former sheriff from Montana who uprooted to move out to Dead Wood with his best friend Sol Star to open a hardware store. Shortly after arrival he meets and befriends Wild Bill out of similar views and ethics though they see things differently about drinking and gambling.
I know that most writers here tend to lean to original media and have seen some fantastic examples of that. But what I am looking for is something specific and different. I am looking to play within the existing worlds of canon and with existing characters. I find no better compliment than people telling me that they can really see the environment from the show/book/movie/game and that they could hear a line I've written in a character's voice.
I don't want to just write out scenes that are already existing in canon, but to expand on what happened before, after, or off-panel and create an extension of that canon and those characters. I understand this won't be for everyone and I've made my peace with that. This is just how, mostly, I enjoy writing and the challenge of coloring in the lines so to speak on things that already have a structure.
All that said, on to the plots!
Black Sails: A phenomenal tv series about the pirates of Nassau fictionalized into a prequel to Treasure Island. Real-life and historical fiction wove together brilliantly in this show. There were plenty of authenticities as well as creative license to please any fan of literature, history, and fiction. And what's not to love about pirate adventures in 1715?
So, I hope to roll back the clock and pick up with the character I would be writing, Eleanor Guthrie, the resident fence and broker for the island. She owns the property and is a formidable businesswoman. She controls trade and offers information on what ships laden with goods are on the water and when and where they could best be set upon.
I would seek someone to write Charles Vane, James Flint, or other characters. I particularly want Charles as he is her primary love interest, and they had a falling out in the show's time that is entirely too delicious to not speculate about. Charles is a strong character with a wide streak of self-interest, but he's not necessarily just a bad guy. The pirates of this series are very much painted in shades of gray when it comes to morality. It's a great show if you haven't seen it, I encourage it.
Dead Wood: Another spectacular tv series, set in the 1870s in the burgeoning town of Dead Wood in the days before South Dakota had joined the union. It's a lawless time and a lawless town. Gold flows like wine from the Black Hills and everyone is out to stake a claim on the land and what it has to offer. From saloons to whorehouses to general stores and hotels everyone has something they want from the land.
Enter Alma Garret, she came to Dead Wood with her husband Brom Garret a wealthy but foolish man who was brilliant in New York City business and much less so in the business of gold. Brom sets out to seek his fortune and ends up at the wrong end of powerful people in the camp, having only one point left to him, his gold claim really did pan out. Alma is left widowed and with something she has no idea how to handle but is advised by Wild Bill Hickok not long before his infamous death over a hand of aces and eights.
Bill had enlisted his new friend, and town's new businessman, Seth Bullock to advise Alma on the matters of her claim. Seth and Alma are instantly attracted to each other, an attraction that leads them to her bed even though he is married.
Seth Bullock is the character I would like someone to write. A former sheriff from Montana who uprooted to move out to Dead Wood with his best friend Sol Star to open a hardware store. Shortly after arrival he meets and befriends Wild Bill out of similar views and ethics though they see things differently about drinking and gambling.
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Vardai
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Hi bugman
Im Vardaï
I know im new and im rp historical in real life so i would be interested. Just pm me.
Craneman8686
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Bumping for good measure.
Horny_Aussie_72
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Hi there, I have a few various scenarios in mind. Would love to hear what sort of roles you enjoy playing, or what you'd like to do. Feel free to PM if you'd like to have a chat and see if we can come up with something we'd both like.
Veroe
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Going to find myself with more time from work...hopefully...so I'm open to starting a new thread or two and thought I'd put out a few thread ideas I had in my Idea Box thread in the lounge. So if anyone's interested in these please PM me.
Seven Nights in the Sultan's Harem
IC: Rohan
Rohan as a child had grown up in Toruka village in the mountains of the East. He and the youngest daughter of the village elder, named Arisa had been inseparable. They were the best of friends...perhaps even more than friends. But then a great noblemen came to the village and the elder offended him. As a punishment the village elder was executed and his wife and children was sold into slavery, and they were all powerless to stop it. Distraught Rohan ran away eventually to join the Great Sultan's army.
That had been eight years ago. In that time he had become the best spearmen in the army. During the last campaign the Great Sultan had been surrounded by the enemy. His royal guard fell one by one until he was alone. That was when Rohan rushed in to rescue the Sultan. It had been a reckless and heroic act. He'd lost half of his men just reaching the sultan and barely escaped with the wounded monarch carried on his back.
The sultan was extremely grateful, and now that they were celebrating the victory at the Sultan's palace.
Bandaged from his injuries the Sultan clapped him on the back as they shared wine. He handed him a golden key. "You have saved my life, young spearman. For that I can never fully express my gratitude."
"Every soldier I have ever known only wants two things when they return from war." He said as Rohan examined the golden key he had been given. He gestured to the tables of food he and the assembled courtiers were currently enjoying as well as the musicians playing a gleeful melody. "The first is revelry and the second is to reaffirm life in the most basic way known to all. That is the key to my harem and starting tonight you will be gifted with seven nights as my honored guest within my harem."
"And to give you a taste I give you my jewel." He announced rising as the doors opened allowing a woman to enter the banquet chamber, "Arisa, the finest girl in all of my harem. Come dance for my savior, my jewel."
Rohan's jaw dropped open. The woman strode up before him was the girl he had known from Toruka village.
Wicked Intentions
IC: Morgana Pierce
Morgana was mad. She was known to be the best dominatrix in all of New York. Even at the young age of only thirty Doming had afforded her enough money to live comfortably doing what she loved, and on the side she had made the foray into writing about her experiences in her first novel. It had even gotten reviewed by a very well-respected book reviewer in the paper, named Maria Stanton. Only Maria Stanton had eviscerated her book in black and white all over her column. That would've been fine she knew she wasn't Shakespeare or Tolstoy, and an Erotica novel from a first-time writer was probably not going to get a fair shake from one Maria Stanton.
But the thing was Maria Stanton had not given her book a shake fair or otherwise at all. She had not criticized her writing technique, or the emotional and thematic subtext to the novel. No, Maria Stanton had used her book to go into a scathing diatribe about how perverted and sick all her lovely kinksters were for expressing their sexualities so liberally.
Morgana could take her criticism of herself, but her friends...no way in hell was she going to let that stand. So, it was then she had decided to get even with Maria Stanton.
The internet was a wonderful tool for those on a righteous campaign for justice. A few hours of googling found that Maria Stanton was the over-bearing helicopter mother type for her young son, Christopher. He was celebrating his nineteenth birthday today. More googling and reconnoitering her prey for a few more hours and a plan for revenge was starting to form in Morgana's head.
Maria Stanton thought all the kinky people in Morgana's lifestyle were sick perverted monsters...so she'd seduce her dear doted on son and make him one of those sick perverted little monsters. That would show her.
So here Morgana was walking up to him in a coffee shop outside the university he attended's grounds. She pulled out a chair next to him and sat her shapely ass down. She regarded him with a cool eye. He sat looking in surprise at the beautiful woman that had just taken the seat next to him. He was young, and cute, in a clean cut choir-boy or boy-scout kind of way. She may even have some fun turning him to the kinky-side of life.
She held out her hand for him to take. "Hi, my name's Morgana, nice to beat you."
Seven Nights in the Sultan's Harem
IC: Rohan
Rohan as a child had grown up in Toruka village in the mountains of the East. He and the youngest daughter of the village elder, named Arisa had been inseparable. They were the best of friends...perhaps even more than friends. But then a great noblemen came to the village and the elder offended him. As a punishment the village elder was executed and his wife and children was sold into slavery, and they were all powerless to stop it. Distraught Rohan ran away eventually to join the Great Sultan's army.
That had been eight years ago. In that time he had become the best spearmen in the army. During the last campaign the Great Sultan had been surrounded by the enemy. His royal guard fell one by one until he was alone. That was when Rohan rushed in to rescue the Sultan. It had been a reckless and heroic act. He'd lost half of his men just reaching the sultan and barely escaped with the wounded monarch carried on his back.
The sultan was extremely grateful, and now that they were celebrating the victory at the Sultan's palace.
Bandaged from his injuries the Sultan clapped him on the back as they shared wine. He handed him a golden key. "You have saved my life, young spearman. For that I can never fully express my gratitude."
"Every soldier I have ever known only wants two things when they return from war." He said as Rohan examined the golden key he had been given. He gestured to the tables of food he and the assembled courtiers were currently enjoying as well as the musicians playing a gleeful melody. "The first is revelry and the second is to reaffirm life in the most basic way known to all. That is the key to my harem and starting tonight you will be gifted with seven nights as my honored guest within my harem."
"And to give you a taste I give you my jewel." He announced rising as the doors opened allowing a woman to enter the banquet chamber, "Arisa, the finest girl in all of my harem. Come dance for my savior, my jewel."
Rohan's jaw dropped open. The woman strode up before him was the girl he had known from Toruka village.
Wicked Intentions
IC: Morgana Pierce
Morgana was mad. She was known to be the best dominatrix in all of New York. Even at the young age of only thirty Doming had afforded her enough money to live comfortably doing what she loved, and on the side she had made the foray into writing about her experiences in her first novel. It had even gotten reviewed by a very well-respected book reviewer in the paper, named Maria Stanton. Only Maria Stanton had eviscerated her book in black and white all over her column. That would've been fine she knew she wasn't Shakespeare or Tolstoy, and an Erotica novel from a first-time writer was probably not going to get a fair shake from one Maria Stanton.
But the thing was Maria Stanton had not given her book a shake fair or otherwise at all. She had not criticized her writing technique, or the emotional and thematic subtext to the novel. No, Maria Stanton had used her book to go into a scathing diatribe about how perverted and sick all her lovely kinksters were for expressing their sexualities so liberally.
Morgana could take her criticism of herself, but her friends...no way in hell was she going to let that stand. So, it was then she had decided to get even with Maria Stanton.
The internet was a wonderful tool for those on a righteous campaign for justice. A few hours of googling found that Maria Stanton was the over-bearing helicopter mother type for her young son, Christopher. He was celebrating his nineteenth birthday today. More googling and reconnoitering her prey for a few more hours and a plan for revenge was starting to form in Morgana's head.
Maria Stanton thought all the kinky people in Morgana's lifestyle were sick perverted monsters...so she'd seduce her dear doted on son and make him one of those sick perverted little monsters. That would show her.
So here Morgana was walking up to him in a coffee shop outside the university he attended's grounds. She pulled out a chair next to him and sat her shapely ass down. She regarded him with a cool eye. He sat looking in surprise at the beautiful woman that had just taken the seat next to him. He was young, and cute, in a clean cut choir-boy or boy-scout kind of way. She may even have some fun turning him to the kinky-side of life.
She held out her hand for him to take. "Hi, my name's Morgana, nice to beat you."
Veroe
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Here's a few more. Again if anyone's interested in doing one of these please PM me. I'm flexible on whatever character in any of these.
The Consolation Prize
IC: Cassandra Delacourt
Cassandra was an erotica writer-correction: a best-selling erotica writer. No, it hadn't been her first job involving sex, nor had it been her second or third, but it paid for this homey little house deep in suburbia. She had moved in for about a year now. It was a renovated cape cod built all the way back in the fifties. It had all the amenities she desired plus as a bonus a fully decked out pool and deck.
She lounged back at poolside now in an appropriate swimsuit trying to regain a level of Zen to tackle chapter eleven again. She hated that in all the English language there was no good synonym for "thrust". It was the bane of erotica writers everywhere, and the current starting point for her writer's block.
Cassandra was left frustrated and bored overall now.
Next door she heard her neighbors huge RV start and drive off. She saw the top of the head of their young son heading into the backyard.
In the few months she'd lived in this house she'd learned much about the young man. He was a highschool graduate. She remembered the graduation party last month and the kiddo's eighteenth birthday party the month before. Correction: she remembered the loud rock music interfering with her writing during those parties.
She also knew he was a bit enamored with his hot new neighbor. Cassandra had felt his gaze on him through the windows a number of times.
Her lips quirked as a very wicked but fun idea came to her mind.
Boredom plus frustration always equaled mischief when it came to Cassandra.
She began to hum lightly to herself as if she was oblivious to the young man's eyes watching her through the hole in fence as her fingers slipped beneath her suit to play with a nipple the other lowering trace the part of the suit over her pussy.
Her smile widened. Cassandra Delacourt you're a bad bad bad girl. She moaned as thumb and index finger pinched her nipple as the index finger as the other index finger circled over her clitoris through the fabric of her bathing suit.
"Congratulations on graduating," She said turning her head to look him in the eye as she continued masturbating right in front, "You know you can get a better show from that seat over there." She batted her eyes towards the deck lounger beside her.
"Don't worry. I don't mind," She continued as her finger snuck underneath her thong to really strum at her clitty, "In fact would you like to play a game with me?"
At his question her devious smile deepened. "Why the best kind of game, but I call the shots. You have to agree that I make the rules, I decide if you win or lose, and what your reward will be...can you agree to all that?"
Prisoner to the Succubus Queen
IC: Vasheenah Lillitu
Vasheenah was the dark queen of the kingdom of Asaria. She had seduced the crowned prince for a couple of years into taking her as his bride. Then over the course of a few more years she had arranged accidents to befall her father-in-law the king and lastly her husband leaving her the only member of the royal family to take the kingdom's throne.
Over the decades of her rule she had changed Asaria making the once just nation into a corrupt and perverted version of it. Now she could walk out among her subjects in her true form without question or revulsion but only getting adulation and desire...lots and lots of lustful, sinful desire. For Vashennah was not mortal. She was not even human.
Vasheenah was a succubus summoned from her hellish home dimension to this the mortal plane by an immature and reckless wizard for the only reason why a teenaged boy would summon a succubus from hell. Manipulating him had been all too easy from the moment she had materialized in summoning circle. She had given him his night of perverted sin-that was what their contract stated...however he had not been vigilant and Vasheenah had left their contract open. As long as no harm befell her master...as long as he lived...she was free to walk the earth and do as she willed. And Vasheenah Lillitu had willed much in the way of plans for the people of the mortal world.
First fell Asaria to her rule, secondly her armies marched across neighboring kingdoms conquering a wide empire before the other nations banded together in an alliance to fend her off....an alliance led by one man.
Andaric Tekaris was no ordinary man he had been just an ordinary shepherd once now he was called by the gods of light to stand against the spreading darkness over the world of man from the kingdom of Asaria. They had blessed him with strength and stamina to make him their champion in the world of man. He had fought them rallying the free kingdoms behind him to stand against the oncoming Asarian legions. But their alliance was still small against the combined might of the forces of darkness bent upon conquering nation after nation.
He had fought them in the capitol of the kingdom of Caramore even as it fell from the siege of the legions. He had fought to the last man until he was surrounded, defeated, and taken captive.
They had carted him all the way from Caramore to here. Asaria. The belly of the beast. He was brought into the royal palace of the queen itself. He was spoils of war, a trophy from the conquest of one more nation to the voracious hungers of Asaria's ruler. Now he was the prisoner of the Succubus Queen.
Sin and Sadism
Here's a more bare bones thread idea rather than a entry post that I have a lot in mind for but still needs some developing with my cowriter.
This is a darker story than I've ever done, and will have elements of bdsm to it.
An idea for a cuckolding story. However I'm not so much interested in the humiliation of the cuckolded husband as with the journey of the wife doing the cuckolding. At first I want her to be a happily married woman with a husband that is kind and supportive to her, but he can't satisfy her sexually. Her husband, Craig, is meek and timid and unfortunately posesses a hair trigger when it comes to intercourse with her. He's a wonderful husband and she does love him, but he's just not enough for her. She's obsessed, fixated, on getting someone or some thing that will satisfy her needs.
In contrast to Craig my character will be tall, dark, handsome, muscular, with a large cock and the experience and confidence and inventiveness to use it to more than satisfy her. However personality-wise he's someone that should repulse her. He's arrogant, cruel, and utterly shameless. Yet she's drawn to him despite all of that.
This is because he isn't human. My character will be an incubus free on earth for centuries and relishes the sin and sadism of his lifestyle.
they met In the past at some party and when they did he planted a hypnotic seed in her mind. In the time since then she's found herself thinking back to my character and fantasizing about having sex with him, even masturbating to those fantasies, even when making love with her husband imagining it was my character. Despite all her efforts she's drawn to my character, obsessed with him. To the point where she becomes my character's sexslave willingly.
I want to start this on the first time they do it in media res, and tell the backstory via flashbacks. Also this is not a love story. I want to make that clear. the wife's character should feel conflicted about everything she's doing but unable to turn away from doing it because of her obsession. So this is not a love story. This is an anti-love story. Your character and Craig are happily married at the start and this story is the journey of that marriage being torn apart and the husband being destroyed by her actions, her choice to be with my character without love but sexual satisfaction and fulfillment of her obsession over being with Craig happily-ever-after.
As I said this story will focus pretty much entirely on the wife's feeling of conflict with a sense of loyalty to Craig who does not deserve to be treated so horribly by my character and especially not her, and her inability to turn away from doing just that to him. So I will need a female RPer for the role capable of balancing that conflict within her and developing into something of a character arc for her.
The Consolation Prize
IC: Cassandra Delacourt
Cassandra was an erotica writer-correction: a best-selling erotica writer. No, it hadn't been her first job involving sex, nor had it been her second or third, but it paid for this homey little house deep in suburbia. She had moved in for about a year now. It was a renovated cape cod built all the way back in the fifties. It had all the amenities she desired plus as a bonus a fully decked out pool and deck.
She lounged back at poolside now in an appropriate swimsuit trying to regain a level of Zen to tackle chapter eleven again. She hated that in all the English language there was no good synonym for "thrust". It was the bane of erotica writers everywhere, and the current starting point for her writer's block.
Cassandra was left frustrated and bored overall now.
Next door she heard her neighbors huge RV start and drive off. She saw the top of the head of their young son heading into the backyard.
In the few months she'd lived in this house she'd learned much about the young man. He was a highschool graduate. She remembered the graduation party last month and the kiddo's eighteenth birthday party the month before. Correction: she remembered the loud rock music interfering with her writing during those parties.
She also knew he was a bit enamored with his hot new neighbor. Cassandra had felt his gaze on him through the windows a number of times.
Her lips quirked as a very wicked but fun idea came to her mind.
Boredom plus frustration always equaled mischief when it came to Cassandra.
She began to hum lightly to herself as if she was oblivious to the young man's eyes watching her through the hole in fence as her fingers slipped beneath her suit to play with a nipple the other lowering trace the part of the suit over her pussy.
Her smile widened. Cassandra Delacourt you're a bad bad bad girl. She moaned as thumb and index finger pinched her nipple as the index finger as the other index finger circled over her clitoris through the fabric of her bathing suit.
"Congratulations on graduating," She said turning her head to look him in the eye as she continued masturbating right in front, "You know you can get a better show from that seat over there." She batted her eyes towards the deck lounger beside her.
"Don't worry. I don't mind," She continued as her finger snuck underneath her thong to really strum at her clitty, "In fact would you like to play a game with me?"
At his question her devious smile deepened. "Why the best kind of game, but I call the shots. You have to agree that I make the rules, I decide if you win or lose, and what your reward will be...can you agree to all that?"
Prisoner to the Succubus Queen
IC: Vasheenah Lillitu
Vasheenah was the dark queen of the kingdom of Asaria. She had seduced the crowned prince for a couple of years into taking her as his bride. Then over the course of a few more years she had arranged accidents to befall her father-in-law the king and lastly her husband leaving her the only member of the royal family to take the kingdom's throne.
Over the decades of her rule she had changed Asaria making the once just nation into a corrupt and perverted version of it. Now she could walk out among her subjects in her true form without question or revulsion but only getting adulation and desire...lots and lots of lustful, sinful desire. For Vashennah was not mortal. She was not even human.
Vasheenah was a succubus summoned from her hellish home dimension to this the mortal plane by an immature and reckless wizard for the only reason why a teenaged boy would summon a succubus from hell. Manipulating him had been all too easy from the moment she had materialized in summoning circle. She had given him his night of perverted sin-that was what their contract stated...however he had not been vigilant and Vasheenah had left their contract open. As long as no harm befell her master...as long as he lived...she was free to walk the earth and do as she willed. And Vasheenah Lillitu had willed much in the way of plans for the people of the mortal world.
First fell Asaria to her rule, secondly her armies marched across neighboring kingdoms conquering a wide empire before the other nations banded together in an alliance to fend her off....an alliance led by one man.
Andaric Tekaris was no ordinary man he had been just an ordinary shepherd once now he was called by the gods of light to stand against the spreading darkness over the world of man from the kingdom of Asaria. They had blessed him with strength and stamina to make him their champion in the world of man. He had fought them rallying the free kingdoms behind him to stand against the oncoming Asarian legions. But their alliance was still small against the combined might of the forces of darkness bent upon conquering nation after nation.
He had fought them in the capitol of the kingdom of Caramore even as it fell from the siege of the legions. He had fought to the last man until he was surrounded, defeated, and taken captive.
They had carted him all the way from Caramore to here. Asaria. The belly of the beast. He was brought into the royal palace of the queen itself. He was spoils of war, a trophy from the conquest of one more nation to the voracious hungers of Asaria's ruler. Now he was the prisoner of the Succubus Queen.
Sin and Sadism
Here's a more bare bones thread idea rather than a entry post that I have a lot in mind for but still needs some developing with my cowriter.
This is a darker story than I've ever done, and will have elements of bdsm to it.
An idea for a cuckolding story. However I'm not so much interested in the humiliation of the cuckolded husband as with the journey of the wife doing the cuckolding. At first I want her to be a happily married woman with a husband that is kind and supportive to her, but he can't satisfy her sexually. Her husband, Craig, is meek and timid and unfortunately posesses a hair trigger when it comes to intercourse with her. He's a wonderful husband and she does love him, but he's just not enough for her. She's obsessed, fixated, on getting someone or some thing that will satisfy her needs.
In contrast to Craig my character will be tall, dark, handsome, muscular, with a large cock and the experience and confidence and inventiveness to use it to more than satisfy her. However personality-wise he's someone that should repulse her. He's arrogant, cruel, and utterly shameless. Yet she's drawn to him despite all of that.
This is because he isn't human. My character will be an incubus free on earth for centuries and relishes the sin and sadism of his lifestyle.
they met In the past at some party and when they did he planted a hypnotic seed in her mind. In the time since then she's found herself thinking back to my character and fantasizing about having sex with him, even masturbating to those fantasies, even when making love with her husband imagining it was my character. Despite all her efforts she's drawn to my character, obsessed with him. To the point where she becomes my character's sexslave willingly.
I want to start this on the first time they do it in media res, and tell the backstory via flashbacks. Also this is not a love story. I want to make that clear. the wife's character should feel conflicted about everything she's doing but unable to turn away from doing it because of her obsession. So this is not a love story. This is an anti-love story. Your character and Craig are happily married at the start and this story is the journey of that marriage being torn apart and the husband being destroyed by her actions, her choice to be with my character without love but sexual satisfaction and fulfillment of her obsession over being with Craig happily-ever-after.
As I said this story will focus pretty much entirely on the wife's feeling of conflict with a sense of loyalty to Craig who does not deserve to be treated so horribly by my character and especially not her, and her inability to turn away from doing just that to him. So I will need a female RPer for the role capable of balancing that conflict within her and developing into something of a character arc for her.
prognosticat
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Looking for a female player for this hard SF scenario idea. Here's the intro:
***
"Good morning. You may call me Pythia. Your name is Paul. Paul Adams."
Paul. Was that really his name? It didn't sound right. But when he tried to think of what his name was the nausea intensified. The blandly pleasant hologram of a generally feminine human figure continued its synthetic greeting.
"You are twenty years old, and you are a hero of humanity!"
Could heroes feel their fingers and toes?
"Because of your selfless dedication to the future of humanity, you have been selected as a colonist for Kepler IV 29 b."
The tingling in his extremities was starting to fade, but now his brain was tingling. He had a deep sense that while he may have been selected, he hadn't volunteered.
"For over four hundred years, you have been traveling toward your new home in cryogenic suspension. The process may induce some memory loss, so a personalized, interactive memory bank has been prepared for your use."
Tattered, faded hints of memory stood just off the stage of his mind, like the after-images of last night's forgotten dreams. Had there been some sort of rally, or protest? Angry voices? Tear gas and shock batons? And maybe a name printed on a hand-held sign. But the more he focused on the images the dimmer they grew. And the deep churning in the pit of his stomach returned until he let his mind drift back to the cheerful drone of the holographic avatar. It wasn't the vicissitudes of cryogenic suspension that had ravaged his memories. It was the brain-altering chemicals and x-ray surgery they'd used to eradicate his identity. He didn't know what he'd find in his “personalized, interactive memory bank,” but he knew it would be a fabrication designed to replace whatever shreds of his former life still persisted in his scrubbed and thawed-out brain, and make him feel good about having left every dimension of the life he was born into in the distant past.
"Your new homeworld has already been rapid-terraformed by a robotic mission early last century, in preparation for colonization. It has been stocked with plant and animal life genetically engineered to provide you with a rich, sustaining environment. You have been pre-selected as the first crew member to be awakened, and soon a crewmate will be revived. The two of you will help prepare the ship, manufacture supplies, and ramp up the large-scale life-support systems, as your space ark decelerates during the final four years of your journey to your new home."
He was shivering, and dripping with condensation as well as the protective artificial amnio he had coughed up out of his lungs when he first awoke. He saw the glowing walls of a shower alcove to his right, throbbing subtly. The haze and paralysis of suspension finally clearing, he let the shorts, that had been his only clothing for the last four centuries, fall on the floor in front of the cryo-chamber he had staggered out of a minute before. Once he stepped into the shower, the color and brightness of the walls stabilized. Perfectly warmed water sprayed over him, was nanofiltered, re-heated, and returned to the shower head. The pleasant voice continued all along, at a volume level carefully modulated to account for the change in ambient noise.
"Your fellow colonists will remain in suspension until you are in orbit around your new homeworld. Only in the event that you or your partner should expire prematurely, or fail in your mission to ready the ship and provisions for the commencement of colonization will any other colonists be awakened prior to planetary orbit, four years from now. Great care has been taken in establishing the genetic diversity of your colonial cohort, to ensure a thriving human population in just a few generations."
Colonists? They weren't colonists, but exiles! This ship was being controlled by the programming of whom? His political adversaries from an unremembered life? How would the long-dead sons of bitches exert their control after colonization began? Surely their reach wouldn't extend planetside.
As the invigorating water brought Paul's skin to life, he felt a thickness grow between his legs. 400-year 'Morning wood' came to mind – a slang term the brain scrubbing evidently hadn't robbed him of.
"You and your pre-orbital mission partner have been sterilized by means of a reversible epigenetic treatment. Gene therapy medications to restore reproductive function can be auto-fabricated in the medical facility. While the preliminary life-support provisions are adequate to comfortably support up to 5 adults, pre-colonization procreation is strongly discouraged by colony policy."
Being fed “colony policy” by avatar rubbed him the wrong way. Made him want to rebel and disobey. But he supposed he had to give them some credit for giving them the option to disobey. The bastards thought they were being magnanimous by shipping them all to another solar system rather than executing or lobotomizing them. He wondered if his family had ever learned what had become of him. Whoever his family were. They were all long gone now.
"A comprehensive encyclopedia of all human knowledge and experience – a survey of science, technology, mathematics, history, philosophy, art, culture, and religion – has been prepared for you that should provide any information you may need."
All human knowledge except, Paul knew, for his real name, and the reason he and the other popsicles in this nano-carbon bubble had been taken out of the world forever and shipped across light-years of void to a pop-up Eden on a planet with no name. He would never know how much of this “comprehensive encyclopedia” was true, and how much was a whitewash. However, he had no choice but to accept it, as he had no other source of information but his own senses. Would his fellow exiles remember any more than he did?
"Self-guided tutorials for any skill from flint knapping to genetic engineering are just a question away, and self-adapt to your individual cognitive needs."
He gestured on the wall for the water to stop, and warm air began to blow him dry – an everyday technical knowledge unaffected by the butchery of his memories and sense of identity. A wall panel near the door slid open revealing a shallow closet containing a single preserved, synthetic jumpsuit, still sealed in plastic.
"One ready-made garment has been packed for your convenience, but you can choose from a wide range of comfortable and custom-fit designs to be fabricated for you in the workshop area."
The jumpsuit looked horribly constraining and stiff – not what he needed after spending an interstellar trip in stasis. He left it in its packaging, wondering if it could survive in there for another forty-some decades. He glanced back at the shorts on the floor, but couldn't quite imagine putting them back on. He was just going to have to find the workshop area.
It occurred to him that he had no idea what he looked like. The conventional gesture put the wall mounted viewscreen in mirror mode. He felt only the slightest sense of recognition at the sight of his face. His eyes were grey-blue and his light brown hair cut short by some institutional barber who'd been centuries in the grave by now. He'd been frozen with a six-o'-clock shadow that gave him a more scruffy look than what one might expect from the first one to wake up on an interstellar mission.
He wasn't particularly tall, it seemed, but he had broad shoulders, and sculpted, articulate fingers. He was no man-hulk, but would probably do well on a submarine or a starship, with a wrench in one hand and a data wand in the other. It looked like he had all the necessary appendages, and now that they had thawed out, they seemed to be in working order. His youthful wake-up erection was subsiding now. It appeared that appendage would do the job.
He had a pretty fair sense of what kind of jobs it could do, though he had no clear memory of ever having done them. For all intents and purposes, he was a virgin now, regardless of what experiences he might have had in the life that he was ripped from so many years ago.
He heard a burst of coughing from down the passageway, then a female voice crying out incoherently.
"Your partner is awakening now. Please go help orient her."
The holographic avatar faded out. Then he heard its voice begin again somewhere down the corridor.
"Good morning. You may call me Pythia. Your name is..."
***
I'm looking for a female SRP partner to take the role of the hetero woman just coming out of suspension. Good spelling and grammar are appreciated, but creativity covers a multitude of sins. I don't expect this RP to go on and on, but I would hope a writing partner could sustain it to a reasonable stopping point, and not just disappear. I probably won't be writing more than about once or twice a day, and probably not less than two to three times a week. (If we happen to be on at the same time, I could imagine a number of shorter posts back and forth.) Thoughtful, descriptive posts are always good, but if the action dictates just a sentence or two at a time, that’s ok.
The theme is a couple thrown together by circumstances beyond their control, almost as alone as two people can be, finding comfort and strength in each other. Maybe they have a hidden prior connection, occluded by induced amnesia. Maybe not. Maybe the sex will be fairly vanilla. If so, it should be hand-churned, and have a strong vanilla flavor, with specks of real vanilla bean. Nothing wrong with some chocolate syrup and crushed up malt balls. But it could go wherever the story takes it.
The characters are innocents (or at least have been made to be that way) discovering the other sex with a sense of wonder -- and maybe a dose of 'not much else to do'. Having been ripped out of their prior lives and flung out into space, a human connection is critical to them.
PM if this story sparks your imagination.
***
"Good morning. You may call me Pythia. Your name is Paul. Paul Adams."
Paul. Was that really his name? It didn't sound right. But when he tried to think of what his name was the nausea intensified. The blandly pleasant hologram of a generally feminine human figure continued its synthetic greeting.
"You are twenty years old, and you are a hero of humanity!"
Could heroes feel their fingers and toes?
"Because of your selfless dedication to the future of humanity, you have been selected as a colonist for Kepler IV 29 b."
The tingling in his extremities was starting to fade, but now his brain was tingling. He had a deep sense that while he may have been selected, he hadn't volunteered.
"For over four hundred years, you have been traveling toward your new home in cryogenic suspension. The process may induce some memory loss, so a personalized, interactive memory bank has been prepared for your use."
Tattered, faded hints of memory stood just off the stage of his mind, like the after-images of last night's forgotten dreams. Had there been some sort of rally, or protest? Angry voices? Tear gas and shock batons? And maybe a name printed on a hand-held sign. But the more he focused on the images the dimmer they grew. And the deep churning in the pit of his stomach returned until he let his mind drift back to the cheerful drone of the holographic avatar. It wasn't the vicissitudes of cryogenic suspension that had ravaged his memories. It was the brain-altering chemicals and x-ray surgery they'd used to eradicate his identity. He didn't know what he'd find in his “personalized, interactive memory bank,” but he knew it would be a fabrication designed to replace whatever shreds of his former life still persisted in his scrubbed and thawed-out brain, and make him feel good about having left every dimension of the life he was born into in the distant past.
"Your new homeworld has already been rapid-terraformed by a robotic mission early last century, in preparation for colonization. It has been stocked with plant and animal life genetically engineered to provide you with a rich, sustaining environment. You have been pre-selected as the first crew member to be awakened, and soon a crewmate will be revived. The two of you will help prepare the ship, manufacture supplies, and ramp up the large-scale life-support systems, as your space ark decelerates during the final four years of your journey to your new home."
He was shivering, and dripping with condensation as well as the protective artificial amnio he had coughed up out of his lungs when he first awoke. He saw the glowing walls of a shower alcove to his right, throbbing subtly. The haze and paralysis of suspension finally clearing, he let the shorts, that had been his only clothing for the last four centuries, fall on the floor in front of the cryo-chamber he had staggered out of a minute before. Once he stepped into the shower, the color and brightness of the walls stabilized. Perfectly warmed water sprayed over him, was nanofiltered, re-heated, and returned to the shower head. The pleasant voice continued all along, at a volume level carefully modulated to account for the change in ambient noise.
"Your fellow colonists will remain in suspension until you are in orbit around your new homeworld. Only in the event that you or your partner should expire prematurely, or fail in your mission to ready the ship and provisions for the commencement of colonization will any other colonists be awakened prior to planetary orbit, four years from now. Great care has been taken in establishing the genetic diversity of your colonial cohort, to ensure a thriving human population in just a few generations."
Colonists? They weren't colonists, but exiles! This ship was being controlled by the programming of whom? His political adversaries from an unremembered life? How would the long-dead sons of bitches exert their control after colonization began? Surely their reach wouldn't extend planetside.
As the invigorating water brought Paul's skin to life, he felt a thickness grow between his legs. 400-year 'Morning wood' came to mind – a slang term the brain scrubbing evidently hadn't robbed him of.
"You and your pre-orbital mission partner have been sterilized by means of a reversible epigenetic treatment. Gene therapy medications to restore reproductive function can be auto-fabricated in the medical facility. While the preliminary life-support provisions are adequate to comfortably support up to 5 adults, pre-colonization procreation is strongly discouraged by colony policy."
Being fed “colony policy” by avatar rubbed him the wrong way. Made him want to rebel and disobey. But he supposed he had to give them some credit for giving them the option to disobey. The bastards thought they were being magnanimous by shipping them all to another solar system rather than executing or lobotomizing them. He wondered if his family had ever learned what had become of him. Whoever his family were. They were all long gone now.
"A comprehensive encyclopedia of all human knowledge and experience – a survey of science, technology, mathematics, history, philosophy, art, culture, and religion – has been prepared for you that should provide any information you may need."
All human knowledge except, Paul knew, for his real name, and the reason he and the other popsicles in this nano-carbon bubble had been taken out of the world forever and shipped across light-years of void to a pop-up Eden on a planet with no name. He would never know how much of this “comprehensive encyclopedia” was true, and how much was a whitewash. However, he had no choice but to accept it, as he had no other source of information but his own senses. Would his fellow exiles remember any more than he did?
"Self-guided tutorials for any skill from flint knapping to genetic engineering are just a question away, and self-adapt to your individual cognitive needs."
He gestured on the wall for the water to stop, and warm air began to blow him dry – an everyday technical knowledge unaffected by the butchery of his memories and sense of identity. A wall panel near the door slid open revealing a shallow closet containing a single preserved, synthetic jumpsuit, still sealed in plastic.
"One ready-made garment has been packed for your convenience, but you can choose from a wide range of comfortable and custom-fit designs to be fabricated for you in the workshop area."
The jumpsuit looked horribly constraining and stiff – not what he needed after spending an interstellar trip in stasis. He left it in its packaging, wondering if it could survive in there for another forty-some decades. He glanced back at the shorts on the floor, but couldn't quite imagine putting them back on. He was just going to have to find the workshop area.
It occurred to him that he had no idea what he looked like. The conventional gesture put the wall mounted viewscreen in mirror mode. He felt only the slightest sense of recognition at the sight of his face. His eyes were grey-blue and his light brown hair cut short by some institutional barber who'd been centuries in the grave by now. He'd been frozen with a six-o'-clock shadow that gave him a more scruffy look than what one might expect from the first one to wake up on an interstellar mission.
He wasn't particularly tall, it seemed, but he had broad shoulders, and sculpted, articulate fingers. He was no man-hulk, but would probably do well on a submarine or a starship, with a wrench in one hand and a data wand in the other. It looked like he had all the necessary appendages, and now that they had thawed out, they seemed to be in working order. His youthful wake-up erection was subsiding now. It appeared that appendage would do the job.
He had a pretty fair sense of what kind of jobs it could do, though he had no clear memory of ever having done them. For all intents and purposes, he was a virgin now, regardless of what experiences he might have had in the life that he was ripped from so many years ago.
He heard a burst of coughing from down the passageway, then a female voice crying out incoherently.
"Your partner is awakening now. Please go help orient her."
The holographic avatar faded out. Then he heard its voice begin again somewhere down the corridor.
"Good morning. You may call me Pythia. Your name is..."
***
I'm looking for a female SRP partner to take the role of the hetero woman just coming out of suspension. Good spelling and grammar are appreciated, but creativity covers a multitude of sins. I don't expect this RP to go on and on, but I would hope a writing partner could sustain it to a reasonable stopping point, and not just disappear. I probably won't be writing more than about once or twice a day, and probably not less than two to three times a week. (If we happen to be on at the same time, I could imagine a number of shorter posts back and forth.) Thoughtful, descriptive posts are always good, but if the action dictates just a sentence or two at a time, that’s ok.
The theme is a couple thrown together by circumstances beyond their control, almost as alone as two people can be, finding comfort and strength in each other. Maybe they have a hidden prior connection, occluded by induced amnesia. Maybe not. Maybe the sex will be fairly vanilla. If so, it should be hand-churned, and have a strong vanilla flavor, with specks of real vanilla bean. Nothing wrong with some chocolate syrup and crushed up malt balls. But it could go wherever the story takes it.
The characters are innocents (or at least have been made to be that way) discovering the other sex with a sense of wonder -- and maybe a dose of 'not much else to do'. Having been ripped out of their prior lives and flung out into space, a human connection is critical to them.
PM if this story sparks your imagination.
RidePlayer
Literotica Guru
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I pmed you id love to talk about possibly do one of these or some other rp with you.Hello
I've done a lot of roleplaying before (nee account), and I've got just a few ideas that I might like to try... of course I'm open to anything you might suggest as well, or adapt from the below.
My first idea is, I'll admit, more of a setting than a role suggestion. A good friend of mine who first got me into roleplaying helped forge this idea but I dont think we did it justice - Erin if you see this message me xxxx - it will need someone who enjoys fantasy/d&d style but wants to do something a little different:
In an alternate reality, just after the conclusion of WWII, scientists discover a source of energy that can bend matter and reality. They call this energy Arcanium, and it seems to be spewing into the worls through a rent in space-time. Soon, all manner of creatures and races begin to develop that in our own world form the basis of many fantasy stories. Now, these races are integrated in our very society - Dwarven Baristas, Elvish zookeepers, Tabaxi Librarians. Dragon CEOs dominate the business world etc etc. The practice of using Arcanium to manipulate the elements is heavily licenced and controlled but inevitably makes its way into mainstream inventions. Fire lighters in toasters, Levitation Lifts, Teleportation Circles replacing air travel etc. These days, they call it Technomancy and it has even started appearing on smartphones. Everything heavily regulated of course, anyone caught with an illegal App that can cause harm or mischief faces big fines.
In the heart of this... two characters... but what story should we tell?
My next suggestion is a little paranormal. A woman's spirit, trapped bound to an empty abandoned house until it is bought by a skeptical man/woman. Can love make the spirits connection stronger? Perhaps the spirit has a spicy past, an escort of some sort. Maybe the buyer is already in a relationship and has to hide the ghostly affair. Perhaps she isnt the only spirit...
The Pandemic is cured and everyone is shot up with the final vaccine. But wait, 90% of women begin to only produce one gender. Now the opposite gender is almost extinct and special measures have to be brought in. It starts off with safeguarding, but over time evolves into little more than a pet/breeding program...
I have others...
I have some ideas for RP.
1- A female politician (Or business owner, the female character has to be in a powerful position) is going to be in a position that requires executive protection.
2- The growing relationship between members of the first team to land on another planet.
3- Undercover narcotics agent begins to fall for the cartel leaders wife/girlfriend/daughter.
4- A member of a team of time travel enforcement unit is sent to diffferent periods in time due to a malfunction in the time travel device. For this one, I would want the female writer to determine which historical time period to use. My character will start in a period, things happen, then when he is placed in a new time period but he (Read me) doesn't know which one. My partner will decide the time period.
Just some ideas. If you are interested in any of these, just send a PM and we can discuss how to move on them.
thanks for reading
1- A female politician (Or business owner, the female character has to be in a powerful position) is going to be in a position that requires executive protection.
2- The growing relationship between members of the first team to land on another planet.
3- Undercover narcotics agent begins to fall for the cartel leaders wife/girlfriend/daughter.
4- A member of a team of time travel enforcement unit is sent to diffferent periods in time due to a malfunction in the time travel device. For this one, I would want the female writer to determine which historical time period to use. My character will start in a period, things happen, then when he is placed in a new time period but he (Read me) doesn't know which one. My partner will decide the time period.
Just some ideas. If you are interested in any of these, just send a PM and we can discuss how to move on them.
thanks for reading
Pleasuretiger
Literotica Guru
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I had a few story here and please send me message if you are interested in any of these.
1. Sugar mommy.....
I will play Simon, a fresh graduate looking for some fast money. He was introduced to a rich widow who enjoys going out with young guys. Sugar mommy was fun and pays good money. They maintain a FWB relationship even after Simon gets his first job. Simon started dating a young lady and they fell in love. She took him home and only to find that her mom was his dear sugar mommy. The older lady did not refuse their relationship, since she has only one daughter and at the same time she still wants to meet this young man as before. we can work out the conclusion as we go along the story.
2. Sugar daddy.....
this is the reverse from above.
1. Sugar mommy.....
I will play Simon, a fresh graduate looking for some fast money. He was introduced to a rich widow who enjoys going out with young guys. Sugar mommy was fun and pays good money. They maintain a FWB relationship even after Simon gets his first job. Simon started dating a young lady and they fell in love. She took him home and only to find that her mom was his dear sugar mommy. The older lady did not refuse their relationship, since she has only one daughter and at the same time she still wants to meet this young man as before. we can work out the conclusion as we go along the story.
2. Sugar daddy.....
this is the reverse from above.
Lotus_Maiden
My weakness? You.
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These are wonderous ideas! Really hope you get to explore them. I definitely would religiously lurk
Happy writing and best of luck.
Veroe
Maestro/Truthseeker
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These are wonderous ideas! Really hope you get to explore them. I definitely would religiously lurk
Thank you, Lotus. However so far I've only had one nibble on my hooks and its for neither of those story ideas. I think those two are great ideas too but alas it seems we're the only two that think that.
HornyIsh69
Horny Stud
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I've got some ideas that I would love to try to see come true if you care to listen. So I'm looking for a female writing partner to sync with me.
And it's biker erotica, so don't ignore. I can make it interesting.
The Outlaw Biker and The Good Girl: (Basically a Retelling of Persephone and the Pomegranate)
An Outlaw Biker who is a real troublemaker meets a beautiful good girl as the heavens would describe her. The pomegranate is the Harley the Biker rides on. The Persephone allegory could be a schoolteacher, etc. We can explain it more in DMs.
Wild Hot Nights: A down on her luck lawyer walks into a biker dive bar to get her a drink but doesn't know she caught the eye of the leader of an MC as he wants her, bad.
Another idea, we can shoot it in DMs. DM me ladies!!!
And it's biker erotica, so don't ignore. I can make it interesting.
The Outlaw Biker and The Good Girl: (Basically a Retelling of Persephone and the Pomegranate)
An Outlaw Biker who is a real troublemaker meets a beautiful good girl as the heavens would describe her. The pomegranate is the Harley the Biker rides on. The Persephone allegory could be a schoolteacher, etc. We can explain it more in DMs.
Wild Hot Nights: A down on her luck lawyer walks into a biker dive bar to get her a drink but doesn't know she caught the eye of the leader of an MC as he wants her, bad.
Another idea, we can shoot it in DMs. DM me ladies!!!
Thepenismightier0813
Experienced
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Hello all! I hope you’re well. After an unfortunate family event taking me away from Lit and writing for sometime I am back! With hopefully a story that might pique someone's interest!
Today, I am looking to do something within the SOL vein.
I am looking to do a teacher student romance with a female teacher (Between 30-35) and a senior student (aged Eighteen). I’m not looking to play against a character younger than thirty for this one. This will also have elements of dominance and submission. Not Femme Domme though. Our eighteen-year-old student will be the one doing the dominating. I’m looking for a good mix of story and the fun bits. This will be a romance between the two as they navigate the scenario I’m proposing. This will be very much a Slice Of Lifestyle story.
The idea is as follows! You’d be playing a teacher either involved in the schools creative writing program, theater program, or something within the creative vein. It has to be something with some form of creative writing. She could just be the English teacher if you want to go that route.Either way, she’s the bombshell that all the students want. Whether or not that’s something that excited her or not is something to talk about.
My character would be a senior in high school and a creative writer. He’s in one of her classes and one of her best performing students. What she doesn’t know (Or will find out) is that he writes on an erotica site. These stories that he writes are clearly stories about her. He changes the name but a lot of her mannerisms and little quirks come out. That and it’s clearly her body. These stories involve dominance and submission play and make her out to be a submissive pet.
Due to an accident, my character sends your character one of these stories instead of submitting the assignment due over a student portal. This of course is seen by your character and leaves the ball in her court. Something about this intrigues her enough to start the taboo with her and we go from there.
If interested reach out!
Today, I am looking to do something within the SOL vein.
I am looking to do a teacher student romance with a female teacher (Between 30-35) and a senior student (aged Eighteen). I’m not looking to play against a character younger than thirty for this one. This will also have elements of dominance and submission. Not Femme Domme though. Our eighteen-year-old student will be the one doing the dominating. I’m looking for a good mix of story and the fun bits. This will be a romance between the two as they navigate the scenario I’m proposing. This will be very much a Slice Of Lifestyle story.
The idea is as follows! You’d be playing a teacher either involved in the schools creative writing program, theater program, or something within the creative vein. It has to be something with some form of creative writing. She could just be the English teacher if you want to go that route.Either way, she’s the bombshell that all the students want. Whether or not that’s something that excited her or not is something to talk about.
My character would be a senior in high school and a creative writer. He’s in one of her classes and one of her best performing students. What she doesn’t know (Or will find out) is that he writes on an erotica site. These stories that he writes are clearly stories about her. He changes the name but a lot of her mannerisms and little quirks come out. That and it’s clearly her body. These stories involve dominance and submission play and make her out to be a submissive pet.
Due to an accident, my character sends your character one of these stories instead of submitting the assignment due over a student portal. This of course is seen by your character and leaves the ball in her court. Something about this intrigues her enough to start the taboo with her and we go from there.
If interested reach out!
HornyIsh69
Horny Stud
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Still looking for that female writing partner.
slutindianwife
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Moving in to father in law’s house.
Hi.
I am very excited to do this long term story.
The headline says almost all.
My hubby and I move into my FILs house.
This is no wham bham RP.
It also requires you to be online many hours daily, to play this.
PM to discus.
Serious people only.
Thanks
Hi.
I am very excited to do this long term story.
The headline says almost all.
My hubby and I move into my FILs house.
This is no wham bham RP.
It also requires you to be online many hours daily, to play this.
PM to discus.
Serious people only.
Thanks
MzSeductress
Seductress
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After a Hiatus i am back and looking to write new detailed threads and continue old ones with my writng partners. Pm if interested (will post severeal times daily based on availability)
(will post severeal times daily based on availability)IllianaTheFallen
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It's been a long time since i have written here, but i am looking to do so again. I enjoy mostly BDSM, incest, and CNC story lines. I can write here on the forums, but my preference is for discord. I can usually get out at the very least a good paragraph, but often it is more. My former threads are linked in my signature if you would like to take a look at them for reference. i look forward to hearing from you! cheers!
Fauxnication
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My Friend Brought Me on Spring Break and All He Got Was a Broken Family (or: How I Fucked My Friend's Mom and Sister)
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I couldn’t have asked for a better friend and roommate than Brian.
We were paired up as random roommates; I transferred schools after my freshman year to follow my girlfriend at the time…key words being “at the time.”
A couple months into the school year, Sara and I split in a terrible way, and suddenly I was at a school hours away from home, surrounded by people I didn’t know. It made for a miserable experience.
Luckily for me, Brian brought me into his group of friends, and we soon discovered that we had similar interests in sports, video games and booze. We got along so well that he invited me to tag along with him and his family on their annual spring break trip to their beach house in the Carolinas. Not wanting to spend a week in the dreary Midwest, I quickly took him up on the offer.
I had never met Brian’s family prior to the vacation, but I had heard a lot about them. His dad was a doctor with his own practice back in Brian’s hometown, his mom was the director of HR for a manufacturing company, and he had an 18-year-old sister who was a high school senior and committed to coming to our school in the fall.
When we finally all met up at the beach house, it didn’t take long for me to take a liking to them.
Apparently, it didn’t take long for the women to take a liking to me either.
His sister talked us into joining her at one of the beachfront bars, which just happened to be holding a booty shake contest that day. And as she twerked and shook her bubble butt in her bikini, she kept looking back at me over her shoulder with a knowing smile.
While his mom wasn’t nearly as blatant, she did make a habit of walking around the house in a variety of bikini tops, sexy sarongs and wedge sandals, inviting me to watch her every step.
With Brian and his dad being none the wiser about what was going on, and with my having gone so long without getting laid, there was really only one thing I could do.
I guess you could say Brian couldn’t have asked for a worse friend and roommate than me.
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Hello!
I’m looking for a female partner to play the roles of Brian’s mom and sister who take quite the interest in my character. I think spring break provides the perfect backdrop for a week of hot weather and even hotter sex! I’d like to play this story out from the initial meetup all the way to the end of the vacation, when Brian finds out how his roommate spent spring break.
If you’re interested, please PM me with your kinks and limits. I would like to include the following kinks throughout the course of the story:
Cheating
Clothed sex
Foreplay (kissing, oral, rimming)
Rough sex (hair-pulling, spanking, hands around mouth/throat)
Loud sex
Anal
Risk of impregnation
(optional) FMF threesome
I don’t have specific looks in mind for the mom or sister, so if you do, please let me know! However, if you like to use picture references, I ask that you please not use ordinary people. I feel much more comfortable with using celebrity or pornstar faceclaims.
Finally, please do not jump into the story right away. I would like to take some time to discuss characters, the story and our kinks so we can get a feel for each other before beginning!
Thanks for stopping by, and I look forward to writing with you soon!
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I couldn’t have asked for a better friend and roommate than Brian.
We were paired up as random roommates; I transferred schools after my freshman year to follow my girlfriend at the time…key words being “at the time.”
A couple months into the school year, Sara and I split in a terrible way, and suddenly I was at a school hours away from home, surrounded by people I didn’t know. It made for a miserable experience.
Luckily for me, Brian brought me into his group of friends, and we soon discovered that we had similar interests in sports, video games and booze. We got along so well that he invited me to tag along with him and his family on their annual spring break trip to their beach house in the Carolinas. Not wanting to spend a week in the dreary Midwest, I quickly took him up on the offer.
I had never met Brian’s family prior to the vacation, but I had heard a lot about them. His dad was a doctor with his own practice back in Brian’s hometown, his mom was the director of HR for a manufacturing company, and he had an 18-year-old sister who was a high school senior and committed to coming to our school in the fall.
When we finally all met up at the beach house, it didn’t take long for me to take a liking to them.
Apparently, it didn’t take long for the women to take a liking to me either.
His sister talked us into joining her at one of the beachfront bars, which just happened to be holding a booty shake contest that day. And as she twerked and shook her bubble butt in her bikini, she kept looking back at me over her shoulder with a knowing smile.
While his mom wasn’t nearly as blatant, she did make a habit of walking around the house in a variety of bikini tops, sexy sarongs and wedge sandals, inviting me to watch her every step.
With Brian and his dad being none the wiser about what was going on, and with my having gone so long without getting laid, there was really only one thing I could do.
I guess you could say Brian couldn’t have asked for a worse friend and roommate than me.
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Hello!
I’m looking for a female partner to play the roles of Brian’s mom and sister who take quite the interest in my character. I think spring break provides the perfect backdrop for a week of hot weather and even hotter sex! I’d like to play this story out from the initial meetup all the way to the end of the vacation, when Brian finds out how his roommate spent spring break.
If you’re interested, please PM me with your kinks and limits. I would like to include the following kinks throughout the course of the story:
Cheating
Clothed sex
Foreplay (kissing, oral, rimming)
Rough sex (hair-pulling, spanking, hands around mouth/throat)
Loud sex
Anal
Risk of impregnation
(optional) FMF threesome
I don’t have specific looks in mind for the mom or sister, so if you do, please let me know! However, if you like to use picture references, I ask that you please not use ordinary people. I feel much more comfortable with using celebrity or pornstar faceclaims.
Finally, please do not jump into the story right away. I would like to take some time to discuss characters, the story and our kinks so we can get a feel for each other before beginning!
Thanks for stopping by, and I look forward to writing with you soon!
I started reading a book on sex magick and want to roleplay this topic with a female. (There may be roles for others, so, PM me if you are interested in being part of this story.) If you are familiar with this topic, awesome! But, if not, we can still play, if you are interested in it.
I have a few story ideas, and, the parts we play will depend on whether you (the female) prefer the dominant or submissive role.
(1) The sex witch and his or her apprentice. One of us is the witch (dominant) and the other is the apprentice (submissive). The apprentice must learn from the witch, and then, go out into the field and hunt for 'victims' as directed by the witch.
(2) The witch's prisoner. The witch needs a partner for his or her sex ritual. A sales man or sales lady comes to the door trying to sell something, but, gets invited in and charmed into submitting to be tied up and used for the ritual.
(3) Erotic Ball. An exclusive Erotic Ball party turns out to be a recruiting mechanism for a coven of practitioners of sex magick (either all male or all female). A shy reporter (opposite gender as the coven) is allowed admittance to the ball, but, gets taken deeper into coven lair, where "sacrifices" are held. (No real harm occurs, it's all just ritualistic involving bondage and a gangbang with all the members of the coven.)
Please PM me with any interest.
I have a few story ideas, and, the parts we play will depend on whether you (the female) prefer the dominant or submissive role.
(1) The sex witch and his or her apprentice. One of us is the witch (dominant) and the other is the apprentice (submissive). The apprentice must learn from the witch, and then, go out into the field and hunt for 'victims' as directed by the witch.
(2) The witch's prisoner. The witch needs a partner for his or her sex ritual. A sales man or sales lady comes to the door trying to sell something, but, gets invited in and charmed into submitting to be tied up and used for the ritual.
(3) Erotic Ball. An exclusive Erotic Ball party turns out to be a recruiting mechanism for a coven of practitioners of sex magick (either all male or all female). A shy reporter (opposite gender as the coven) is allowed admittance to the ball, but, gets taken deeper into coven lair, where "sacrifices" are held. (No real harm occurs, it's all just ritualistic involving bondage and a gangbang with all the members of the coven.)
Please PM me with any interest.
yaturtle
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Seeking ladies to play in this one.
A young man in his mid twenties lands a job for a small company
in Boston. There he meets and falls for a slender brunette with the same
deep blue eyes as him. He knows there is an attraction between them as she
finds excuses to visit his department and flirt with him when she can. What he
doesn't know his she has a lover . That lover is the owner of the company
as well as her mistress. mistress will not allow her to date him
A young man in his mid twenties lands a job for a small company
in Boston. There he meets and falls for a slender brunette with the same
deep blue eyes as him. He knows there is an attraction between them as she
finds excuses to visit his department and flirt with him when she can. What he
doesn't know his she has a lover . That lover is the owner of the company
as well as her mistress. mistress will not allow her to date him
shizzz
That one guy
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That sounds fantastic. I love ideas along those lines. Let me know if you are still open to fantasy/superhero ideas. I have a few in mind
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