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vanityinfinite

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Hello, and thanks for reading!

Below you will find a number of different story prompts. I've titled each appropriately so that you're able to read through only the one's that may interest you.

Generally speaking, I'm interested in realistic roleplays/chats that are highly detail driven. This means that I'm an experienced writer (in 1st and 3rd) and am looking for someone that is interested in developing a story, not just 1 sentence writers.

I'm open to chatting with anyone (experienced and inexperienced) and have many different mediums that I can use (ex. PMs, Hangouts, GDocs, Skype, etc.). After you've taken a look through my plots and found one/some you like, assuming you do enjoy my writing style, then please send me a message (keeping in mind it doesn't have to be ONLY about one of my ideas. I'm very open to yours too).

Talk soon, I hope!
 
M4F - Single Dad

I’ve been a single Dad now for a while. Raising my daughter along has been difficult since her mother left ‘for a career advancement opportunity’, her words… My daughter, ironically, isn’t even my biological daughter… Her Father died shortly after she was born and I married her Mother…

Kate is my daughter’s best friend, and has been for years… It honestly feels almost like they’re both my daughter’s, and twins no less, as they share the same birthday: today! I’ve put together a big bash for the two of them and their friends. The weather is perfect outside, and soon my backyard and house will be filled with a thousand screaming teenagers…

The music is already blaring, but it just sounds like noise to me… a few friends have already arrived and I find myself plopped down in the kitchen, close enough to keep an eye on what’s going on, but far enough away to avoid the pounding of the music! Occasionally a girl in a one piece or t-shirt walks into the kitchen to get a drink, but for the most part, the kitchen is the most peaceful room in the house right now.

As the party progresses on and becomes a bit busier I remain on my stool in the kitchen; knowing ‘my girl’s’ love the party, but just waiting for it to be over. A girl walks into the kitchen and approaches the fridge. I kind of just glance out of the corner of my eye and do a double-take when I see her wearing this. I hadn’t seen anyone else at the party wearing anything that revealing… She was about 5’4, skinny yet beautifully curvy in that way younger girls made women my age cry. Her long red hair was wet, hanging down her back, glistening softly in the sunlight filtering through the windows above. Then she turned around, closed the fridge and… there she is… Kate! My daughter’s best friend/sister!

She smiles at me, green eyes sparkling with excitement… “It’s almost time for the cake isn’t it?” she asks tilting her head back to take a drink of water while waiting on my answer. The motion of her tilting back, taking in the water seems to stretch her entire body, making it seem even longer and more lithe. She finishes the glass, sets it down in the sink and then looks at me… I suddenly realize that she’s asked me a question and I’ve just been staring…

I shift awkwardly trying to snap myself out of the haze she’s seemingly put me in. “Ummm, yes, I think you’re right, now would be a good time.” I stand up and walk toward the fridge but I stop in my tracks thinking it would be a good idea to have the music off, or at least down. I turn to Kate and say “Would you mind taking care of the music, I think it might be a bit easier.”

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There are a number of options here. You could either act as my step-daughter. Her best friend Kate. Both. Or, you can introduce a new character too if you’d like.
 
M4F - The end of the world. What new one will we create?

The smell is something that could never be described. His senses heightened, as his eyes flicker open slowly. The surface below him is rough and wet and he’s not sure how he got here. A quick survey of his own bulky, broad figure told him he was uninjured so he pushed off the ground and rose to his feet.

His eyes, starting to clear from the haze of waking up, focused on the scene before him. It appeared that he is under a bridge of some sort. A vast engineering structure hanging above him, covering him from the rain beyond. The devastation was something only seen in movies. The bridge slowly crumbling, along with all the structures surrounding it. Many fires, despite the strength of the downpour, as far as the eye can see. His eyes scanning the horizon for some semblance of life, some flicker of humanity, but nothing. Nothing but the many blazes and the smell to go along with them.

Turning to look back at his resting place he found nothing, no belongings, no gear, just the clothes on his back. As he moved to face back toward the collapsing bridge his eyes caught movement. Trying to quickly adjust to the darkness above him, where the ground is elevated, he took a few steps back as his eyes worked out the form of a small figure huddled in out of the rain. His lips parted “You there!” his words nervous but desperate “What’s happened? Where are we?” his questions truthful and disturbing; the realization coming upon him that he remembers nothing about what’s happened, about how he got here, about who he is. “Come into the light where I can see you” his steps betray the demand in his voice as he stumbles backward, nervous as to what may emerge from the darkness…

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And there you are! You emerge from the darkness.

This story will be highly driven by the newly destroyed world. I’m open to interpretations on how it’s been destroyed, I’m open to how many survivors there are, where we are, how we got there. You should be comfortable with NSFW writing, as I would like to include romance between the survivors and desire a descriptive exchange in this as well.
 
M4F - What are you watching!??

And another red light, of course!!! I’m already late and I forgot my USB stick at home with all my work from last night. As I round the corner of our street I remember back to 5 years ago when we got married and decided to move into this neighborhood. It’s such a beautiful quiet area, it’s our little oasis; a place we love to call home. As I speedily pull into the driveway and stomp up to the front door the neighbor calls out a quick hello as I shove my key into the lock at the front; I don’t audibly respond but simply nod back and wave slightly as I enter the house out of sight.

I know exactly where I left it; I took the stupid thing out of the desktop computer and set it on top of my desk, knowing that if I didn’t take it out I’d forget it when I left this morning. GAH!!! I should have just put it in my briefcase right away. I slip off my shoes and charge quietly towards my office, assuming you’re upstairs in the shower; you were kind enough to make me a quick breakfast this morning knowing how long I’d worked last night at home.

I’m not quite sure where the sound is coming from, but I hear some faint whispers… or is it whispers as I get closer to my office. I round the corner and the opening to my office comes into view, I can’t really make out what is on the screen but see you sitting in my chair, back to me, eyes on the screen. Another few steps and I’m in the doorway; only then do the sounds and the images come into focus… You’re looking at porn!!!

Your legs are up on my desk, spread wide… you’re completely naked and your hand is firmly planted against the softest part of your body… I… You… What… Why!!! My thoughts run wild as I can hardly even understand the scene that’s happening before me… My eyes shift to the screen… A woman in red/pink frilly ties, tied to each corner of the bed… a man standing over her… no, not standing over her… kneeling between her legs… is he torturing her!??!? No… no… another moment passes and it’s clear he’s not actually torturing her, he’s tormenting her… teasing her to the point where she’s begging him to touch her… begging him to kiss her... begging him to push his mouth against her pussy, against her clit… begging him to be inside her…

“What is this…?” I stammer out, finally getting the wind back and managing the only thing that comes to mind…
 
MFF - Loft vacation turns into something else

The setting here is so beautiful. I chose a warm destination this time, I’ve had enough of the cold and just want to be free to wear next to nothing! I’ve rented a loft, with air conditioning, in a bit of a meadow. The landscape is full of beautiful greenery. The “backyard”, if you can call it that, has a hot tub flowing down into the large pool. The backyard overlooks the meadow so it actually seems like the backyard spans forever; off in the distance we can see the faint outline of a tree line but we definitely would have never found this place without explicit instructions from the owners. They assured me privacy and they did not under deliver!

We arrived yesterday afternoon and had quite the adventure last night in and out of the bedroom. Re-exploring one another and our bodies, tasting each other again and feeling each others skin again as if it were the first time. You’re lounging in the large living room, still mostly naked (with a large t-shirt on).....I’m in the kitchen making some breakfast for us….it’s actually a bit later in the day already, but I decided breakfast was what we need to start the day, we did use A LOT of energy last night after all! The living room, overlooking the backyard, shows the vast landscape and you notice an incredibly dark cloud coming from the direction of the forest! Just as you’re mentioning it a loud thunderclap strikes into the loft and scares us both… we laugh as we’re both startled; I continue cooking. The rain starts. It’s quite loud on the roof, and we both know this is a storm that is settling itself in for quite a while! We make the best of it and sit on the sofa looking out at the rain pouring into the pool and hot tub while enjoying breakfast together.

After we’ve finished breakfast, cleaned up and showered it is still raining hard! It’s hard to believe the idea of the escape from the cold has now turned into rain! You’ve snuggled back into your t-shirt and plunked yourself down on the sofa looking out over the meadow and the gloomy day again... I walk over in front of you and lower myself to the floor onto the thick rug that’s on top of the hard wood. My hands wander behind your knees and pull your body closer to the edge of the sofa so you’re leaning into it… you look at me in protest, but don’t say anything as you watch my lips meet your left knee. You know I want you to just lean back and enjoy yourself, listening to the drops of rain hitting the roof while my lips move up the thigh of your left leg, kissing and lightly nibbling with my lips. You close your eyes as you feel my body move between your legs more. Having on only the t-shirt has really paid off for you now! My lips continue to move up your thigh, until my mouth hovers between your legs… you feel my breath, and you know I’m going to torture you as my mouth skips right by without touching and meets your right thigh. I kiss my way back up your thigh to your knee, then back down to between your legs… again letting you only feel my breath… I do this for a bit, torturing you, making you want to draw me into you with your hands but you just lay back and let me have my way. A loud thunderclap breaks both our thoughts, but I take that as a sign and bury my face between your legs. My mouth meets your clit and my tongue slips out against your pussy lips. You’re so sensitive from all the edging that you moan loudly with the first touch of my tongue. My mouth works up and down your lips flicking them with my tongue until I make my way back to your clit, sucking on it while my tongue flicks against it quickly… my hand moves between your legs now and you feel a finger slip inside you slowly… my tongue on your clit now, my finger pushing in and out… another thunderclap… you’re moaning now persistently, my tongue working… another thunderclap… my finger pushing in and out… another thunderclap closer together and louder… my tongue and finger working together, you moaning… and another thunder… wait? You tap my head. I look up at you and you’re pointing to the door! Oh my… someone is at the door! I thought it was thunder! I’m not even sure how it’s possible in this remote area, but someone is at the door.

I stand up, wearing boxers and a t-shirt myself, my hardness showing clearly through my boxers. I wipe my face and you see the bewildered look of “oh no, how am I going to answer the door with this thing”... you’re soaking wet and in a state of mind that doesn’t give you the ability to even stand, let alone answer the door… I make my way slowly to the door and open it a crack wondering who on earth could be at our door in the middle of no where, let alone in a crazy rain storm!

“Hello,” you hear me say apprehensively.

From beyond the door you can just hear a faint whisper through the noise of the storm in response.

“Well we do have a phone, but the reception out here doesn’t work at all, but you can come in and wait it out if you want” you hear me respond, still uncertain of what she says. You gather yourself together a bit and sit up covering yourself with your long t-shirt.

I open the door and try to stay hidden behind the door a bit as I motion for her to come in. She comes in and is absolutely drenched. From opening the door we actually feel that it is a bit chilly outside with the rain and can see her shivering.

I look at you, and she notices you for the first time with a slight smile she explains: “I was out for a hike, I’m staying at a resort a little way from here and it started pouring! I don’t really know how, but I got turned around and lost in the forest when it suddenly started raining, I tried making my way back to where I came from but here I am. I’m really sorry for intruding, I’m NAME.” She walks over to you and extends her hand. At that moment she realizes what she has just intruded on seeing you in only a t-shirt, your face flushed and looks back at me trying to disguise my hardness. After exchanging pleasantries with you, you see how much she seems to be shaking and how shivered her skin is from the downpour. You offer her a blanket and she, without hesitation, grabs it and wraps herself up. She sits beside you on the sofa and looks out at the rain in bewilderment of what she’s even going to do at this point. I make my way over and sit in a lounge chair off to the side of the sofa while you ask her, “are you okay NAME?”
 
M4F - Caught in the Act

Today is no different from any other day. I’m sitting at my desk, working from home, as I always do. This morning when I woke up I’m not really sure what or where the feeling came from but I’ve been overwhelmed with a sense of urgency to be sexual today. I’ve been searching and searching all morning for something fun and exciting to look at online and have finally stumbled upon the right video.

I’ve snatched up my headphones and pulled them over my ears… the video on my screen and the moaning in my ears has helped harden me in a moments notice. I wiggle out of my pants and boxers and let my manhood escape into the office air. My hand merges with it and I begin stroking… slowly at first… but as the images on the screen progress so does my excitement and motion…

I'm caught up in the moment… enjoying the video before me, the feeling between my legs… until I hear a loud noise behind me… I swing my chair around and there you are…

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I’m open to you introducing yourself as any number of characters here… be creative!
 
M4F - The Forbidden Student

I’m not sure how this happened, I’m not sure how it got to this point; I catch myself staring at you every day. I don’t think you’ve noticed my eyes starting their gaze at your beautiful feet/legs. I don’t think you’ve noticed my eyes working their way up your soft supple skin, gliding along each curve and ridge until I’m beyond your knees trying to catch a glimpse of more flesh than I should be craving. Every time you change your seated position the desire renews and my eyes flare up and stalk your movements hoping that I’ll catch a glimpse of you, catch a glimpse of what you may have on under that skirt today when you move to cross your legs the other way.

Truth be told I don’t stop there. My eyes wander up to your waist, up to your chest, looking at each curve that encompass your body. Watching you as you laugh with your friends, watching as you move to stretch and yawn in my direction. Watching those lips pucker and swallow.

Being your teacher, I know these thoughts are forbidden, I know these thoughts can get me fired but I can’t look away. You captivate me. Even the simplest question that escapes your mouth has me captivated for the two years you’ve been in my class.

When I woke up today I thought it was no different from any other day. I got up early this morning and went for a run. I had a good hearty breakfast and drove to school. My plan is simple, get through the day and continue my routine when I get home. A weight workout when I arrive, a long enjoyable shower and some TV in the evening with another lone dinner.

Midway through the day I again caught myself staring, undressing you in my mind; wondering the many things I shouldn’t be wondering yet again. I’ve given you, as a class, time to work on a project today and am just relaxing and looking over some paperwork as you approach me at my desk at the front of the class. You ask if I have some time after school today to meet with you, being quite vague in regards to what it was about but I quickly agreed.

The school generally clears out as soon as the bell rings, today is no different. I find myself alone in my classroom sitting/leaning against my desk waiting for you, no… more like daydreaming about what this may be about. You clear your throat as your figure appears in the doorway and it snaps me back to reality, you’ve arrived...
 
M4F - Step-Daughter's Phone

I didn't want to use either of our names here but... I just wanted to let you know that I found your phone…

Your Mother and I haven't been together long, we were just married this past month. I have yet to learn a lot of things about the house and found a phone tucked into the cushion of my favorite chair. Since I wasn't sure who's phone it was, and it being unlocked, I took it upon myself to sift through the contacts and photos and files to make sure you or your Mother got their phone back (or friend)... well I think you know what's coming next…

This is not a complaint about what I found, I hope you understand... but being your new Father... I just can't let it go without saying something…

I hope that you have the courage to respond and have an open conversation about what's going on in your life…

I'm waiting...
 
M4F - Coffee Shop - My arm grazed your breast

It was the usual crazy morning for me. I woke up, scrambled to get showered and dressed on time, and ran out the door without any food. Thankfully I’d decided to meet my first client at Starbucks this morning, well really they decided on Starbucks and I’d just agreed. As I walk into the shop the morning smell hits me like a wall; my stomach reminds me just how hungry I am. I approach the cashier and order a drink and muffin. As they’re preparing my beverage I look around to try and find my client, no sight of them, odd. I pull out my phone and find an email; they’re child is sick and they have to reschedule, grrr I hate that!

While I’m here I suppose I should take a seat and just enjoy the early break in the day. I thank the barista for my beverage and approach the ‘finishing counter’ for drinks. As I reach for the chocolate sprinkles my eyes wander over the seats looking for an empty table. My hand doesn’t find the sprinkles so I adjust my gaze and push my arm forth to grab at the container; as I do my arm brushes up against the softest of surfaces… Oh my! I didn’t even notice someone else was beside me and now I’ve brushed my arm against her breast, your breast! I look down into your eyes and awkwardly smile… wow, very awkwardly smile…

I try to ignore what has just happened, push it to the back of my mind, as I take an empty seat but I can’t shake the soft feeling of your breast against my arm. I can’t shake the feeling of your beautiful smile looking back at me, your eyes penetrating mine as we shared our awkward glance at the counter. I try to focus, try to keep my eyes to myself, staring at my muffin with an undying purpose… but then what would it hurt to just look at you again. I raise my head and let my eyes linger on you. I let my eyes wander over your body. It’s extremely cold out today so you have on winter clothes but have let your jacket slip off and hang over the chair behind you. You’re so… OH! Our eyes meet! I stare back down at my muffin knowing I’ve been caught; I can only muster the strength to wait a moment before my intrigue lets my gaze push back to you. Your beautiful hair streaming down over the back of your neck, caressing the skin of your face; your soft sensual lips puckered for your coffee as you bring it slowly to your mouth, your eyes… There they are again!!! Caught twice!!! This time I let my eyes linger a moment longer before I smile and look down at my innocuous muffin.

I finish up my muffin and am not really sure what to do, sit here and just enjoy the sight of you for a few more moments knowing I’ll likely never see you or bump into you again... or should I get up and leave to avoid these circumstances from happening again?

I raise myself up and push the lid onto my drink. I put my jacket back on and approach the exit. Your seat is right beside the door and my eyes stay on you for my entire walk toward it; as I’m walking past you I let my hand lower. I let my fingers trail from your elbow up to your shoulder and let my hand linger on your shoulder for a moment standing in the doorway. I look down at you and simply say “Join me…” as I exit through the doors and make my way to my truck. I’m not sure if you’re interested, it was only a small touch and a few awkward eye exchanges... will I see you walk through those doors… I start my truck and crank up the heat sipping on my warm beverage while I wait, I wait anxiously in the hopes that I’ll see your face burst through those doors and walk towards me…

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Please feel free to respond in any way reading this prompts you to do so. I’m open to continuing this roleplay from here, going in a new direction, or just chatting!
 
M4F - University Professor and his TA

“It’s quite a blistering day out there” I say exasperated by the early winter that’s been brought on this year. Talking to myself is quite a normal thing for me while I’m alone in my office or home. Today I’m in my office thinking about you, my teaching assistant for the second year in a row. I’ve been a teacher for going on 15 years at this University and this is the first time I’ve ever had a female teaching assistant. If I were honest with myself, it has been an interesting experience with you and very different from all those that I’ve worked with in the past. With the male teaching assistants it almost seems like they were competing with me, as opposed to helping me. Being students, as well as a teaching assistant, I’d imagine could be quite demanding on your schedules.

We meet on Tuesdays once a week, in my office, to discuss the most recent paper or test that you’re marking, but this week you wanted to meet me a second time on Friday evening after your last class. I know that it must be something important or you wouldn’t have asked, so I decide to open my office hours a little further before our meeting to pass the time while I wait for your class to let out.

Being single it’s a bit easier to just change my schedule on the fly, there’s no one to answer to, no pets to feed or walk, nothing. Pushing 40 years old now, there doesn’t really seem to be much hope for me in the way of love, although I do keep myself in reasonably good shape. I never meet any new women! The only women I do meet are all my young students, who are completely off limits.

As time passes, I sit waiting for our meeting, watching the clock tick as no one has signed up for my office hours. I think to the coming weekend, quite sure my couch will be my only company for the entire lonely weekend.

I hear the the door at the end of my office hallway open, I’ve left my office door open, followed by unmistakable heeled steps. They grow louder and louder as you approach my office door. You appear in the opening and flash your beautiful smile greeting me. “I hope class wasn’t too much for you on a Friday evening?” I say as I stand and motion you in to sit down on the chair in front of my desk.
 
M4F - My new, young, secretary

The day, week, month has been non-stop stress. I’ve simply had enough, I can’t handle it on my own anymore. The choice to hire such a young, inexperienced, secretary may prove to be a bad choice. In the interview you seemed genuinely skilled, and right on budget so I figured, why not?

As I sit here, in my office chair, I look out, through my open door, at you. You seem to be working diligently, typing away at your computer, tapping your pencil on the desk when you’re pondering something. Leaning back with a sigh of relief, I realize that I’ve been staring at you for a number of minutes and shake my gaze back to my computer screen.

I know I should be working, but in all honesty I can’t help but feel a complete sense of relief today. This is your third week being full-time, and having you with me on a daily basis has proven to be burden free; a pleasant change. I didn’t realize it before now, but working alone and having no one to interact with was something I really missed.

Wow, zoned out again staring at my screen! I raise my head to the sound of you shuffling. You’re dressed beautifully, as always; infact, you’re a very stunning young woman. I watch as you shift yourself out of your chair and walk, swaying those lovely hips, only to the entrance of my door knocking politely, always waiting for an invitation.

“Come in, come in,” I say in a hurry motioning you forward. You take a few steps in and lean slightly forward toward my desk. “I hope everything is going okay today?” I question.
 
M4F - Broken (motorcycle accident)

Finally spring has arrived. With it the delicious taste of fresh air, the lovely sound of the birds chirping excited to be out from their snow covered shelters. Today is beautiful. The sun is high and the streets are clear. Although it is a very windy day Joe has decided to take his motorcycle out for a spin; with this weather, the freshness of spring, and the long wait to get out of the house he just can’t wait any longer!

Joe gets himself wrapped up in his protective riding gear, walks outside and starts his bike. It takes a lot longer today than it normally would, seeing as his bike has been in storage all winter, to get it going, but eventually it has that smooth purr just like it should. He hops on and tosses the visor of his helmet down to protect his face from the ripping wind of today.

The ride is lovely. The feeling of the wind against his body, even though it is strong, is just the thing he needs after such a long winter. The country roads are always peaceful; visions of cows grazing and those chirping birds flying to and fro; what a beautiful way to spend an early morning. The S curves coming up always give Joe a bit of a thrill, he’s not truly a thrill seeker but these curves he does love to take at a decent speed and lean right into them.

The first goes nice and smoothly. A long wide left turn that he leans into, watching ahead as he approaches the second curve that gracefully ducks to the right. Only a single car, a bit farther along, in the other lane approaches as he moves into this second curve. No… they’re not in the other lane? His eyes look at this car as it approaches him, getting closer and closer to him in his own lane? Do his eyes betray him? There is no head behind the steering wheel??? Joe accelerates slightly, trying to standing his bike up in this curve and get tighter to the shoulder of the road. As he does the tires slip slightly on the gravel of the shoulder and his rear wheel starts a slight wobble but it’s too late… The back of his motorcycle slams into the rear of the car and sends it cutting down into the ditch behind it.

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The idea of this prompt is to leave it in a place where you can be creative in a response. Has Joe been hospitalized and you’re the nurse that has been on his case? Has Joe been severely injured and you’re the distracted driver that was ordered by the court to take care of him in his recovery? Is Joe able to recover from this cut down into the ditch somehow and you get out from your car to find him hurt? The possibilities are endless…

I look forward to hearing your interpretation!
 
M4F - 1920s (Downton Abbey Era)

It truly is tough being the Earl of such a great villa. I walk these halls, just as my Father did and his before him, realizing the responsibility of such a vast landscape and estate is in my hands. As I walk past each servant I know that they all have vested interest in what happens here, what I do each and every day, but do they truly comprehend the duty I feel toward them and my family.

A number of years ago my wife passed; she was lost in an outbreak of Spanish Flu, like so many others and I have been alone ever since. Well, I suppose not alone… I do have my two daughters that live with me. They are both coming of age now and I will soon be helping them choose a good suitor, well I hope good; they are both very strong willed, just like their mother. Of course I have no heir, and likely never truly will. The closest relative we can find is a distant cousin none of us have ever met… Well I believe I met him one time when he was 5 at a family Luncheon while my Father was still alive.

Mother has been very supportive in my time of grief, there is no doubt about that, but now that my wife has been gone 4 years she is pushing me to move on… she is pushing me to join the land of the living again and stop discounting myself as dead. I always assure her that I am in the land of the living, but I just have not found someone that brings me the joy of life.

The house is vast, the landscape is plenty… but there just seems, truly, to be nothing here for me except the constant day-to-day struggle of keeping things going. The servants, including my own Valet, have all been very good at keeping the house organized and have been encouraging me to start hosting dinner parties once again to meet new people. With reluctance, and much discussion with my daughter’s and our butler, I have finally agreed to host a dinner party this evening.

I expect it shant be anything over the top, but I do hope that it will at least appease my Mother’s desires to bring me back to the land of the living. The night is upon us already and I stand in the library with my two daughter’s seated with Mother. The butler has begun ushering our guests in and the room is beginning to fill with some people I know and some I do not. The footman make their way through the crowd offering drinks to each and every guest, and I join in eagerly taking a glass and downing it. My eyes roam the room as I make idle conversation with a few chaps I have not seen in quite a while, just waiting for the night to end.

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So, I’m actually going to stop the prompt here. I hope that after reading it you’ve been dreaming up a character for yourself and where you may fit in? Do you want to be a servant? A distant relative? A new female suitor that has just walked into the party? I’m really open to exploring many different venues...
 
M4F - Sex Club

At first when you suggested the idea I didn’t really even know where my mind should go. Should I be insulted? Should I be turned on? Should I run for the hills? Should I hop on a plane right away?

Well, as our conversation furthered itself, my mind was able to wrap itself around the initial shock of the suggestion and actually see the thrill that it may hold; the two of us sitting there, together, in a room watching another couple have sex behind a two sided mirror. Or us, being that couple, that others watch from behind the mirrors.

The arrangements have been made and we decided that we should just meet right at the club in Vegas, rather than the airport and going together.

The flight isn’t long and my thoughts and thrills of what is about to happen, as I arrive, consume my brain the entire flight. I hop in a taxi and make my way to the club. As I arrive I see your smiling face standing outside waiting. We embrace passionately and get ushered inside.
 
M4F - Post-Apocalyptic survival

To put into words what has happened to the world over the last 30 years would take a lifetime in itself. The devastation that mankind has witnessed left those that survived in a state of non-existence, it’s really the only way that it could be described. The majority just couldn’t cope. The new living circumstances created a society of survivalists. If you couldn’t figure out how to start a fire with only natural resources, you died. If you couldn’t figure out how to hunt with only natural resources, you died. The list of reasons one died, in the early years, from simply not knowing out to survive in the wilderness was endless. Starvation, freezing, dehydration, poison, disease, attacks from wildlife; the list goes on and on.

The handful that managed to avoid almost certain death were now stronger than anyone that likely ever roamed the planet. The first few years were desolate. No one left their shelters for fear that they may never be able to go back to it. The ‘coat-tailers’ is what people would call them; the one’s that could only survive by riding others coat tails. They were always on the look out for a new shelter to pillage. This only lasted so long though. The ‘coat-tailers’ quickly died off.

In about year 5, the survivors of the world’s destruction, finally started to become comfortable with this new world. They still remembered, but were able to press on and make this new life theirs; babies were born.

Now 30 years after the destruction the world is still as harsh as it was the day after global devastation. Bill had grown up in this world, his parents taken from him 8 years ago in a landslide. By the time they saw it coming Bill’s Father only had time to make a split second decision. He could only save one of them, he chose his son. Bill now 22, had a rough go at the start. He was 14, which in this world was more than enough to be on your own. The saving grace for him was that he was born into it. He had started out trying to make a life for himself at his old home, the one his parents raised him in, but it became too difficult to maintain as the surrounding resources depleted over the next couple of years. He pushed on, as you had to do to survive, and now found himself here… still a wanderer, looking for the next place to lay his head as he looked out over the vast landscape.

He only realized, when he saw her, that it must have been 3-4 months since he’d seen another person. Even when you did see someone, often it was instinct to hide from them. If you had a settlement closeby, you wouldn’t want to alert them to that fact and therefore would stay hidden if possible. Being between ‘homes’ right now, Bill had nothing to lose so called out to her “Hey there.” She didn’t hear him so he moved closer, running slightly down the hill toward the forest she was on the outskirts of. “Hey there” he called out again finally catching her attention.

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This story will be highly driven by the destroyed world mechanics; meaning survival and destruction. I’m open to interpretations on how it’s been destroyed (if that’s even important at this point), I’m open to how many survivors there are, where we are, how we got there. You should be comfortable with NSFW writing, as I would like to include romance between our two survivors and desire a descriptive exchange in this as well.

I’m open to writing in 1st or 3rd person. If you have comments/ideas please don’t hesitate to message me; I’m always open to constructive criticism and discussing how I may improve my writing! At the very least let me know what you think after reading!
 
M4F - Psychiatrist and his new patient

Seven years ago, his Father had passed, leaving him the private estate that his family had owned for what must have been a century now. His Father, just like him, was also a psychiatrist, but not just any psychiatrist. They dealt with some very hard situations at the estate. Well, not the estate itself, but the private hospital they’d created on it called “Craice”. To the outside world it was just another name… a made up name for a hospital… but ironically one of Fred’s family thought it would be a funny way to add insult to injury by merging the names ‘Crazy’ and ‘Hospice’... making the word Craice. Well Fred, or Dr Crawler as patients called him, took it upon himself to change the way Craice was run. The Crawler family were often consumed with money. Probably not the only reason they all became doctors, but certainly one of the top reasons. He really didn’t want to make his estate hospital about care for the crazy, it needed to be something more. The first drastic decision was to reduce the number of patients, when he took over. The change moved the maximum patient load down to only 10. Fred wanted the patient care to be of utmost importance. The government, since his hospital was highly supported by government funding, put up a bit of a stink at first but after seeing his proposal agreed that it was in the best interest of the patients.


The night was going off without a hitch so far. No serious problems really to be dealt with. No addicts that he had to talk down off a cliff. No paranoid delusionals that he had to coax out of a nightmare. The on-call, that he of course always hated, tonight was simply a way to keep his exposure to the outside world. Taking on these shifts, periodically, did mean that he had to take time away from Craice, but how would he even get patients if it weren’t for word of mouth and referrals from hospitals just like this one.


The time bleeded down to nearly the end of the on-call shift… and of course here it was. ALWAYS, without a doubt, it always happened toward the end of the shift. Some nut job broke a beer bottle at a bar and tried slashing at someone, or someone fell asleep on a park bench and was brought here by the police… Fred was always brought in to take care of these situations… and did he ever hate them. These weren’t people that truly needed his help… these were people that just didn’t know how to control their own lives. But no… tonight was different. There she was, bleeding from arms, legs… from any extremity that the world could see. Needle marks, her eyes back in her head… foam at the mouth… he knew he was truly needed here, and was truthfully glad that he was on-call tonight.


Fred watched on as they revived her numerous times. Her arms looked like freshly cooked noodles with the way they were bending and the softness of the skin from all the blood lost. They hit her with adrenaline again and her eyes opened and heart was beating, he sighed a breath of relief. The number of doctors and nurses that went in and out of that room in the last 45 minutes was too high to count, but she was finally in a state that she was ready for him to go in. Fred had just finished having a conversation with the trauma doctor that was on that night; he just had speculation of course, but believed the wounds to her arms and legs were self inflicted, but the bruising and cuts to her face weren’t. The doctor wasn’t sure about the drugs, and honestly didn’t want to have an opinion… but said he would sign whatever papers Fred needed to get her into Craice instead of going home… So with that, the doctor signed his name at the bottom of the empty paperwork and left the rest up to Fred… whatever he filled in on the papers would be why she was at Craice.


He stepped through the door and approached her slowly. She was clearly too weak to truly even do anything but lay there. The amount of blood lost wasn’t a ‘cry for help’ as most would say a lot of suicide attempts were… this girl truly wanted to end her life; whatever she was going through was enough to just want it to all go away.


Fred simply opened his mouth, watching as her eyes tried to stay open, and said “I’m Dr Crawler. I’m a psychiatrist and am here to help you.” he knew she wouldn’t be responding, he knew she didn’t have the strength so he just continued with what he knew she needed to hear in this horrible moment. “You won’t be going home anymore. I’m taking responsibility for you, and you’ll be safe with me at my estate. I just want you to sleep, and when you wake up we can talk.” His voice trying to be as light hearted as possible… he wanted to calm her, wanted to give her some sort of peace that she’d be safe in her sleep right now, and that when she woke up she wasn’t going to be sent back to whatever brought her here tonight.


Fred waited until her breathing became heavier than turned and walked for the door. He looked down at the chart before him. He didn’t even know what to write, but started with the best explanation he could come up with. Basically outlining that the patient was beyond the point of despair. The patient was readily inflicting pain on herself and was in no condition to be put back in the situation she came from… signed Fred Crawler beside Trauma doctors signature. Getting on the phone immediately he called and set up transport for her to happen while she slept. The drugs they put her on, after Fred’s recommendation would make sure she didn’t wake until she was comfortable in her new accommodations at Craice.

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I'm open to writing in either 1st or 3rd person. I'm also open to your interpretation on where she came from, how she got here. This prompt is a bit on the darker side, so if that style of writing isn't for you, you may want to stay away from this one!
 
M4F - The Cabin - Intimate connection

The decision to meet did not come lightly. The fact that we met online played no relevance in my decision to make this happen. From the moment I saw you, from the moment we spoke, I knew that this was inevitable. Pushing down all boundaries and all walls was tough, I know it was especially for you, but here I find myself at the cabin waiting… Hoping you’ll show up.

The cabin setting is that of a dream. The entrance to property is miles up the road. The road, essentially a dirt path, that leads into this quiet isolated place is covered by a wondrous ceiling of tree’s that makes it seem dark even on the brightest day. As the cabin is approached the road widens at the south side where there plenty of space. Truly this is a delight, the forest is dense enough for privacy but around the cabin has been cleared enough that the east side deck looks down directly onto the private lake without obstruction.

Walking through the main, south, entrance begins the indoor adventure. Just inside the cabin, to the right, is a lovely kitchenette. A small countertop that weaves around to an island overlooking the main part of the cabin. A table for two just to the left of the entrance separated from the kitchen only by the small walk path into the main area. The fireplace, on the right, is framed by a window and door on the east side of the cabin. A thick rug and sofa offer an easy way to relax in front. On the far side of the cabin the wonders continue as the master bedroom overlooks the lake with a patio door that slides open onto the deck with a hot tub for two. The head and base boards are sturdy and offer plenty of idea’s for… well, we’ll get into that later.

To the left of the master bedroom is a bathroom, with laundry included inside. The place is truly something of a marvel, a gem hidden away in this wonderful forest and awaiting our intimate moments. I move myself out onto the deck, taking a seat on the rocking loveseat, looking out onto the waterfront as wait for your arrival.
 
M4F - Caught by my secretary (combo of two from above)

The day, week, month has been non-stop stress. I’ve simply had enough, I can’t handle it on my own anymore. The choice to hire such a young, inexperienced, secretary may prove to be a bad choice. In the interview you seemed genuinely skilled, and right on budget so I figured, why not?

As I sit here, in my office chair, I look out, through my open door, at you. You seem to be working diligently, typing away at your computer, tapping your pencil on the desk when you’re pondering something. I lean back with a sigh of relief and realize that I’ve been staring at you for a number of minutes; I shake my gaze back to my computer screen.

I know I should be working, but in all honesty I can’t help but feel a complete sense of relief today. I guess you've been with me about two months now, full-time, and having you with me on a daily basis has proven to be burden free; a pleasant change. I didn’t realize it before now, but working alone and having no one to interact with was something I really missed.

Wow, I zoned out again staring at my screen! I raise my head to the sound of you shuffling. You’re dressed beautifully, as always; in fact, you’re a very stunning young woman. I watch as you shift yourself out of your chair and walk, swaying those lovely hips, only to the entrance of my door knocking politely, before announcing that you'll be heading out for the day. The set up, in my home office, has really made it an easy transition. Giving you a key, only after a month, seemed like the most logical thing to do. You could come and go as you please, and the door to the main house corridor was locked anyway, so no danger there.

I wish you a good night and watch as you scoot toward the exit. As I watch you bend over, change your little dress shoes to heeled boots I can't help myself but think of what you look like under those perfectly placed clothes. You seem so put together, and if I were honest I've found myself fantasizing about you often when you're not around. Today is no different. You look back and wave before walking out the door. My eyes close and think of your curves.

You're gone for the day... My mind is more relaxed than it has been for quite some time... I let my hands wander to the button of my pants. Undone, unzipped... They're quickly at my ankle's, along with my boxers, as I let out my quickly swelling member. I move away from my desk to give myself some space to work, and as I do my eyes close thinking of your perfect walk, the swaying of your hips... The way you just bent over. My hand grips my girth and starts it's up and down motion. My grip tightens as my mouth opens with pleasure... The thought of you ever present... Up and down... Up and down...
 
M4FF - Crash Landing (Planet creation)

The year is 2329. Earth hasn’t been the only inhabited planet for at least a hundred years now… but it has become one of the most polluted. Global warming advanced well beyond anything anyone could have ever anticipated. Glaciers melted years ago and destroyed all wildlife in the north. People gravitated towards the equator at first, thinking that the warm climate would stay the same, but as the years progressed it grew to an even harsher environment. Not because it was any hotter than before, it actually didn’t get any warmer. Nothing grew. No vegetation, no plant life of any kind. Everything died.

After the north and the equator climates were completely destroyed it was time to research and move on to life elsewhere. The number of ships that were sent out were in the thousands. They were all operated by a crew of three. The vessel that Raflanko, NAME1 and NAME2 operated was #48732. The search for habitable planets was the goal of vessel #48732. It wasn’t very big; only two sleeping quarters, which prevented all three from sleeping at the same time (the goal and direction of R&D on earth). The three were chosen for their specific skills and genders. Raflanko, known to all friends and family as Rafy was the male of the group. NAME1 and NAME2 were the females. This was the requirement, mandated by the Colony (to government of earth); two females and one male. Their logic, especially when so much had been lost on earth, was that if a vessel crashed on a habitable planet there would be a way to carry on the human race, assuming the male survived. All vessel operators were tested, of course, before being assigned to it were tested for fertility. This was a career that most, who were now born on earth, sought to get into. The fact that so much had happened to earth over the years caused a large number of the population to become infertile, and their descendants. Less than 1% were lucky enough to test capable of the journey.

Rafy, NAME1 and NAME2's journey was about 2 years in when the unthinkable happened. They’d lost contact with the Colony, which in itself was devastating, but they had to proceed… to carry on, to find a home for themselves… and they finally had! It seemed perfect. Oxygen levels were just what they needed to survive. In fact, because of a denser atmosphere their research showed they may exhibit abilities that weren’t possible on earth. The higher concentration of oxygen in the air would unlock parts of their brain they never thought possible to use. The landscape seemed perfect. Some salt water, but plenty of fresh water that would provide life for them all.

Their vessel was only meant to last 2 years, before finding a place to set down and start a new life, start a new colony… They were lucky that it was still operational when they found this planet. The descent was not a fun one. They’d crash landed, but thankfully everyone was okay. The vessel wouldn’t be moving, that much was clear, so they set up camp close to it and decided to explore where they were in the morning. The climate was a warm one during the evening, but cooled off significantly over night. The first night in two years that the three of them would all sleep at the same time came and went. The morning sun, not earth’s sun, shined in from two directions. East and West. It appeared this world had two suns. The orbit of them was tough to decipher but Rafy was just thankful that it wasn’t a cold harsh environment. He looked at the two women he’d become friends with over the past two years and simply said “We’re finally here! Let’s explore our new home!” What a scary sentence it was… but they were here at last.
 
M4F - The Hallowed Father (Halloween Theme)

Walter Malton and his son Christopher were alone for many years. Walter, being a private man, had always kept his love life a secret from anyone and everyone, including his son. The fact that Christopher’s best friend was female played little relevance in Walter’s life, except for this evening.

Fall was upon the city. The Malton house stood on its outskirts alone. It was kept in decent condition, Walter wasn’t an outwardly handy man but made sure that someone was always hired to maintain the house since his wife’s passing. Unfortunately for Christopher he’d become a bit of a recluse since she died. He withdrew into the depths of his own despair and lived in the darkness of these thoughts for the past 3 years. If he was asked, he could honestly say that he didn’t know the young man his son was becoming.

Walter knew his son’s friend. He knew her face. He knew she spent a lot of time at their house. He didn’t think that she and Christopher were ‘together’, it seemed she liked to grab Walter’s attention whenever she could, however she could. The solitary house had a wonderful indoor/outdoor pool that spanned through a small cut out warmth hole from inside to outside. On the patio, upstairs, beyond the kitchen was a hot tub and Walter often noticed that his little friend seemed to almost ‘show off’ for him when he was around. Walter couldn’t be certain how this made Christopher feel, nor did he care. He was at least double her age, if not more.

Tonight was like many weekend nights. The kids had decided to order pizza and stay in for a movie on Netflix. This suited Walter fine as he had Barbara coming over. He’d met Barbara at the local grocery store, but that wasn’t a random occurrence… no, it never was with Walter.

The doorbell chimed. Walter answered and paid the pizza man. Convenient it wasn’t Barbara and he was able to say goodnight to the kids before she arrived. He handed off the pizza and wished them a lovely evening before answering the door again and escorting Barbara upstairs. He knew her type; when she saw the house her legs would loosen and open wide for him. She walked in and without hesitation began up the stairs, without even as much as an invitation.

The master bedroom was vast. Large columns surrounded the bed, a fireplace off to the right side of it, a bathroom with jacuzzi tub to the left. Beyond the fireplace a patio door that led to the balcony beyond. No hesitation tonight, Barbara was undressing the second she stepped foot on the thick rug beside the bed. Walter watched as this perfect specimen slipped out of each article of clothing leaving a trail as she made her way to the centre. He’d watched many sluts, just like her, do this same charade. He wasn’t sure what got him up anymore… was it the thrill of what he knew was to come at the end, or was it the actual flesh he was seeing for the first time. His body moved to meet hers, and meet her it did. He showed her things she would have never experienced if she wasn’t who she was, if she hadn’t lived the life she had… but alas, none of it was new to her. Nothing was new and fresh for her.

He was on top of her, missionary position… something probably too tame for her… but he was in control; as he released inside her she began to protest about such an invasion on their first time. He pushed himself off the bed with his hands so he was over her. His left hand met her lips and covered them, snuffing out the noise of her protest. His right hand reached to the side of the bed, raised high and slammed down into her chest. The shock in her eyes only lasted a moment before the life faded from it.

His eyes and ears always perked up at this moment. The last moments of just another deviant, another woman that many men have had, but none would miss… A sound from the balcony? His eyes glared in the direction, but the light from the fire flickered and took away any chance of seeing anything. As her body stopped moving he stepped away from the bed, naked, and moved to the door swinging it open. Nothing...
 
M4F - The curse of a rich man (Romance Driven)

The intriguing thing about Hank was that he never wanted it. He never desired or craved to be famous or be wealthy… With the way he was treated by his parents and peers growing up, all he ever wanted was to get out from under the thumb of oppression that the world seemed to push down upon him. Despite no opportunities in his childhood, he pressed on… it was as though the character of the demoralizing souls around him encouraged him to perform even better. The destitution that seemed to plague the world only pushed him to succeed more, and succeed he did.

Hank was in his late 20’s now. He’d actually never had a ‘girlfriend’... well, one that he would call a girlfriend anyway. It seemed that his life was filled with lowlife’s. Just when he thought someone was becoming a good enough friend that he would call them a ‘girlfriend’ or ask them to be one, if that even happened anymore… they’d let him down in a way that seemed to be common given his wealth; everyone wanted a piece. They just couldn’t be friends with him for who he was.

This week was no different from any other in his busy life now, meetings meetings and more meetings. It was Friday night, he had a meeting pending; another late night closure on a deal he’d been working on for months, but he just needed a breather. He stepped out of the office, after telling his secretary he’d be right back, and just took a stroll to a convenience store down the street.

He just wanted a drink. Maybe a chocolate bar? Well he got both and walked out to the street. He stood there looking up at what stars he could see, through the bright city lights. Cracking open the chocolate bar and drink he heard the most interesting conversation only a step away. He wasn’t sure who she was talking to, but she clearly loved them. The tone he heard was caring and beautiful. As he listened a tear trickled down his face as he heard the closing remarks “love you too mom and dad”. Was it even possible that someone in this world cared deeply for their parents? The tears streamed, and he didn’t know why… but a second later he found himself turning and bumping into something that sent him and her to the ground. He looked up and heard that voice again “I’m so sorry” she said, as did he. “I guess I was just caught up in my conversation” she explained simply as she sprung back to her feet, noticing for the first time the tears on his face.
 
M4F - Humanity's Last Hope (World builder/survival/adventure/romance)

PAIRING’S:
Tavish & UNKNOWN NAME (Us)
Lincoln & Trixie (pilot’s/mechanic’s)
Logan & Brenda (explorers, adventurer’s)
Hank & Erin (oldest female; brash couple; a bit on the wild side)
Scott & Sarah (playful couple, very friendly and understanding)

The only way the earth would be described today is dead. The ten that were chosen and found themselves aboard the “last hope” were the only one’s left of humanity, truly the last hope. During the last five years of ‘regular’ life on earth, if you could call it that, genetic tests were performed on all that applied to make the journey on the last hope. The tests looked at all aspects of a person, from their genetic makeup to their disposition for violence. Ten were chosen, five men and five women; paired according to their genetic makeup and dispositions.
The scientists got it right. There were hardly ever fights amongst the ‘couples’ on the ship, but between the group… oh yes, there were fights… endless torment on this ship, as they’d describe being with one another. Three years in a confined space with anyone could make even the most laid back person go insane.

Tavish and UNKNOWN NAME were a match made in heaven, at least according to the scientists. There was no doubt that they had unbreakable chemistry; there were many times that they wanted to break the covenant of the last hope; the covenant stipulating that no sexual intercourse would happen until a suitable landing site was found, and inhabited by the only remaining members of humanity. The question still remained, when they weren’t trapped in this vessel, would they keep that same chemistry? Would they still be drawn to one another when the entire world was their playground?

Time would soon tell. The ship was in its descent to a planet they called NH001 (New hope 001). It seemed appropriate given the nature of their trip… given the nature of this last ditch effort to save humanity. The gas in the air consisted of a higher degree of oxygen than earth, and a substance that couldn’t be identified, but the liquids on the surface tested on long-range sensors to be just like that of water. It seemed their only hope, seeing as the vessel was only made to last for four years and they were well into their third.

As Lincoln set down the ship his companion, Trixie, held his arm steady as they set down finally! All 10 cheered for joy as relief began to set in. Logan and Brenda were the first to the door, the adventurers, as they pulled on their suits to step out into the anti-gravity chamber. They’d test the air and ground first, before opening the sealed chamber to the rest of the crew. Logan pushed the button.

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I'm hoping that we'd be capable of writing the main character's along with many other "non-lead's" here. If you're only comfortable writing as one character, that's fine too... just let me know.
 
M4F - A world epidemic (World builder/survival/action/romance)

A year ago things were different. His life was flying along as a well-to-do bachelor… but then he met her, Calista. She carried with her a radiance that one could only describe as cheerful, joyous. On their first date sparks flew and he was instantly enamoured in her. When she introduced her two girls, twins and both 14 at the time, he wasn’t turned away like most men would be, no… he was drawn even closer to Calista. She was a wonderful Mother and woman. She cared for those girls like Logan had never seen any woman care for anyone. Celestia and Ambrosia were both a delight to be around, and they had their Mother to thank for their upbringing.

The wedding came as no surprise and happened only a month before. All the ladies moved in with Logan, and the girls seemed excited to have their own rooms. Logan had installed an adjoining door for their rooms, similar to two hotel rooms with each their own door. He thought it was important for them to keep their space, but also keep their connection. Life was great. When you’d see a commercial on television that had the ‘perfect family’, well… it could have been them.

Reports started to flood in, throughout the media, that there were government experiments going wrong in the Middle East and African continents. But then, media always reported on the absolute worst of the worst. Not many people living outside of those continents paid much attention to the reports; if one were honest media attention had been doom and gloom there for years. But when reports started to talk of an epidemic spreading from Africa and the Middle East throughout Europe, Asia and Russia it began to turn some heads. Soon thereafter it was confirmed that the world was in danger of being overrun by these ‘government experiments’. Reporters were broadcasting live news in Australia as human being’s seemed to begin ripping each other apart.

The crazies, of course, were talking about this as if it were already confirmed to be a zombie apocalypse, but they’d seen far too many movies. Zombie’s weren’t real. Despite opposing media coverage and the government of the American continents telling the public that these reports were false, there was a mad rush to stores. People were buying water and non-perishables like they did when there was the Y2K scare. People started digging out their backyards to install bunkers… but these efforts were futile. The oxygen of the earth was filled with the contaminant. Unless they lived in a bubble with pure, fresh oxygen, they’d be infected. The only one’s who weren’t were immune to the virus. As newscasts finally started to tell the truth of the events unfolding across the globe, they informed citizens that the only way to destroy the life of an infected was to ‘kill’ their brain… Logan shook his head as he stood in the living room watching.

The symptoms of sporadic behaviour, unclear thoughts, foaming of the mouth, grinding teeth had started long ago in his wife. Calista was not herself. She snapped at him and her girls daily. She threw things around the house, destroying television’s, mirror’s, window’s… Logan never knew the girl’s Father; according to the news men were the carriers of the immunity. If they were immune then so would their children be, the only time he’d ever been thankful for that man as he didn’t see any of the symptoms in the girls.

Time passed slowly in these ‘last days’ as they were now called. People watching their loved ones turn into something they didn’t recognize. Watching as their loved ones turned on them, trying to bite them, eat them, claw at them… do anything they could to tear into their flesh. The virus was airborne, but not only that… it was transmitted to even the immune via a bite. The venom from the bite of an infected was enough to push aside the immunity and take over.

It had been two weeks since they’d left Calista. The girls had just had their 16th birthdays and Logan tried to make them as special as he could; the fact that he was grieving his wife didn’t help. They’d found a new house and ‘cleared out’ the undead. He was strong for the girls every day, but at night he found himself in his room thinking of the future… a future without Calista. He tried to muffle his cries, he tried to contain his emotion for the girls sake… but at night was the hardest. He lay in a bed alone, stared at the ceiling, and could only think of his wife snarling and grasping for her own daughter’s and him.

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I'm open to you writing as the step-daughter's and/or another character. I'm also capable of writing numerous characters myself, so feel free to suggest another! (We can also edit it a bit if you're not as comfortable with multiple characters being involved in the story).
 
M4F - Captivity of the world (post apocalyptic/action/adventure/domination)

The third world war was something that many people had seen coming. The unrest that took hold of the population was started by violent protests against the government. In the ‘old era’, or that’s what people had grown to affectionately call it now, there were multiple governments; now there was one. All of the governments had come together to fight against the last and final act of terrorism against humanity… chemically induced infertility.

At first no one realized that there was a true problem. No one realized what had been developed by the group called ‘Neutralization’... but rumours started; rumours started to spread about the reason why they had called themselves neutralization… but at first the population wouldn’t believe it… surely there wouldn’t be something in the world that was created to neutralize control over the entire population? But as more and more men and women tested positive for the incapability to reproduce the reality of this groups meaning took hold of the government's. Now, 95 years later, there was one government… the population of the world was reduced to a fraction of what it once was and people were held captive for the assurance of humanity’s survival.

There were very few men and women that were immune to the toxin that would roam the earth forever. Those women that tested fertile were marked. They were marked with a tattoo on their right shoulder blade C=Capable. Those that tested negative simply received a big black X. Anyone that had yet to be tested had either not yet hit puberty, and therefore couldn’t be properly tested, or they were living outside of the law. These rebels were hunted by the government, but as far as Logan was concerned there weren’t enough that it as of any concern to their way of living.

Upon Logan’s 13th birthday he was tested and marked with a C… a capable young man; capable and already on his way to becoming a higher up in the government with the way he accepted all rules without question. Today was his 21st birthday, the day he’d be assigned a capable woman. No matter their position in the city, any girl would be pulled from their family the day of their period and tested. If they were marked with a C they would never see their family again. They’d be held captive by the government until their was a suitable capable man to match them. The age of the female didn’t matter, but the government didn’t give away a capable woman to just any man. The man had to have good standing and be at least 21.

The excitement that flowed through his veins was one that he’d long anticipated. He stood in front of the council and knew he was an obvious choice for the successor of Kirk, an aging member of the council. But today wasn’t about that, today was his day of matching… and a match he was given. A stamped document handed to him gave him ownership over female C47856. The only next step was to go claim his prize and take her home for consummation.

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This story can go a number of different ways. I’d be up for you playing female C47856, or introducing any number of other characters. I’m not limited to only playing Logan, so if you have any ideas just let me know; I’m happy to discuss.
 
M4F - The Newly Forbidden Student (romance/drama)

My life is rather mundane… One that most people wouldn’t talk about… daily life had become very much routine. Wake up, go to work, hit the gym on the way home and then spend the rest of the evening propped in front of the TV with a lap full of papers to mark. The only change, this year has brought with it is the introduction of you… my new student. I’m not quite sure why I’d never seen you before, maybe your family just moved into town? Maybe I was too preoccupied in my mundane life… but the truth, if I admitted it to myself, is that I wake up every day thinking of you. I stand under the water of the shower with my manhood firmly in my hand as I stroke out some release to the thought of your perfectly flowing hair…

Today is Friday… a weekend of release from the torment I put myself through daily as I try to sneak in another peek at your legs, hoping that when you lean down to put a book in your backpack maybe some other flesh will show up for my eyes to see. My mind is rushing, despite it being time for me to teach, with thoughts of what we’d do if somehow we found ourselves together at my house for the weekend… if somehow you just… the class is staring at me, Gah! I haven’t said anything in a few minutes “and your homework for this weekend is to interview someone that is in a position of authority over you. You need to find as many intimate details about them as you can and write a 500 word report for me for Monday” groans of sighs from the class as always. I wonder if I would have used the word intimate if you weren’t on my mind? I take a seat at my desk and give the class 10 minutes to think about who they’ll interview before the bell rings. I realize this is likely a futile exercise, but I do like to give those that use this time wisely a chance to get a head start on homework.

As I lean back into my chair my eyes try to casually make their way toward you, but seem to dart instantly to your legs in your black uniformed skirt. Somehow you make it perfect! You draw sex appeal from something that just seems so ordinary on anyone else. Your legs are thick and curve perfectly into your backside. Your skin accents the black skirt in a way that creates a contrast like no other I’ve ever seen. Your ample bosom looks ready to be plucked… Gah, what are you doing, what are you doing Mr. Hunter I scold myself and try to look away… but your movement catches my attention out of the corner of my eyes. Your legs move from being crossed and swing out to stand up did I see panties? I question myself stupidly, pathetically… before raising my eyes to yours as you’re standing at my desk “I’m so sorry, I was lost in thought there” I apologize with the truth “What can I do for you?”
 
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