MorwennaBlue
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- Oct 21, 2011
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I am looking to write with someone that wants to create a story. I love writing, and love writing erotica as well. I will lay out a character and then PM me if you want to write with me and think you can get a good story from it. I am not a wham, bam, thank you ma'am kind of writer, so if you are looking for that, I don't need you trying to write with me.
My personal desire is to be the "villian" of the story. I want to be the Vamp who finds herself a donor in more ways than one. Looking for BDSM type of stuff, more hard core. You can either be willing or not, doesn't matter to me, just want a great story out of it.
My character: Lughna (Pronounced Luna) Ó Daimhin. Her friends call her Lugh.
Many times in her long life Lugh found herself thinking of all the history she has survived. It was not something a person was meant to live through. They were supposed to be in war and die along or at least after it soon was subsided depending on the age they were. She had survived the Glorious Revolution of Ireland in 1690, the French Revolution of the 1790s, and from there migrated over to the New World where she would endure the wars and depressions of all the 1900s. It was a shame she was not allowed to be truly vampire, for the stories she could tell would be worth millions.
Not that money really mattered to her. She had everything she ever needed and the rest she could gain. It was just another day, or night as it was, in her life. Nothing ever changed, but nothing never really stays the same either.
She was pulled back into the now by a hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay?"
It was Nathan. He was her new date. Nice looking, but not too bright. She knew that he was just going to be dinner tonight. He didn't have the enthusiasm to become anything more. He was looking for someone that would take him to the moon, without wanting much in return.
She knew that the only reason he had even looked on her Match.com profile was because she looked wealthy. Her red hair was healthy and glamorous. Her blue eyes had a shine that had men wanting to crawl to her. Her pale skin had goths begging to know her secret. Hard to tell them your beauty secrets when only death would give them the pallor they were looking for.
It was really hard to call the man before her, Nathan. After all, tonight would be his last, and all she really wanted to call him was "Dinner."
Pm me if you are interested in playing against this character.
My personal desire is to be the "villian" of the story. I want to be the Vamp who finds herself a donor in more ways than one. Looking for BDSM type of stuff, more hard core. You can either be willing or not, doesn't matter to me, just want a great story out of it.
My character: Lughna (Pronounced Luna) Ó Daimhin. Her friends call her Lugh.
Many times in her long life Lugh found herself thinking of all the history she has survived. It was not something a person was meant to live through. They were supposed to be in war and die along or at least after it soon was subsided depending on the age they were. She had survived the Glorious Revolution of Ireland in 1690, the French Revolution of the 1790s, and from there migrated over to the New World where she would endure the wars and depressions of all the 1900s. It was a shame she was not allowed to be truly vampire, for the stories she could tell would be worth millions.
Not that money really mattered to her. She had everything she ever needed and the rest she could gain. It was just another day, or night as it was, in her life. Nothing ever changed, but nothing never really stays the same either.
She was pulled back into the now by a hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay?"
It was Nathan. He was her new date. Nice looking, but not too bright. She knew that he was just going to be dinner tonight. He didn't have the enthusiasm to become anything more. He was looking for someone that would take him to the moon, without wanting much in return.
She knew that the only reason he had even looked on her Match.com profile was because she looked wealthy. Her red hair was healthy and glamorous. Her blue eyes had a shine that had men wanting to crawl to her. Her pale skin had goths begging to know her secret. Hard to tell them your beauty secrets when only death would give them the pallor they were looking for.
It was really hard to call the man before her, Nathan. After all, tonight would be his last, and all she really wanted to call him was "Dinner."
Pm me if you are interested in playing against this character.
