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- Joined
- May 21, 2012
- Location
- London
I generally prefer to keep my RPs long term (like many people I can’t dedicate a constant period of time for RPs, but I can reply whenever I am free) and write at least 1-2 paragraphs per post. My scenes are written predominantly with the intention of having escalating scenarios - starting off with more basic or soft core interactions and gradually moving towards sex and adding other kinks - rather than jumping straight into sex. For me this adds to the tension, enjoyment and realism
I am more than happy to discuss details and ideas with you. If there is anything you would like to add, change, remove etc please just say!
Is it cliche to say that our romance started with me joining you on your cam show?
Whether it was because you were short of cash to pay your school bills, or because you just enjoyed doing it and earning some money, but about 6 months ago - and much despite your otherwise good girl image - you started running your own webcam show.
Indeed, the money was good and it was fun – you suddenly enjoyed the attention you got that previously you did not and it was a huge buzz for you.
They guys (and perhaps girls) watching ate it up. They loved your looks (choose from below)
a) That tight, petite asian body. With slender hips and small yet pert titties a pretty face with exotic features
b) That athletic, tanned frame with toned, firm, legs and ass built from sports and time in the gym. C cup boobs that sat perfectly above a firm stomach
c) Those curvy latina hips that joined that beautiful round ass. Full tits and long dark hair
d) Something else!
And they loved the way your body writhed and bucked when you came. It was amazing, but it seemed recently like it couldn’t last. You’d tried almost everything you could think of to come up with something new for your seemingly insatiable public (choose details from below)
a) Dress ups and cosplay
b) Deepthroats of large thick dildos
c) Dildos that ejaculated fake cum
d) All of the above
e) Something else! (and all of the above?)
It seemed like it was simply inevitable. You were going to have to get a guy on cam with you. However this caused some issues. Firstly you didn’t really want anyone in your real life knowing what you did. So it had to be someone you could really trust. Secondly, you didn’t want to feel like you were slutting it up - your words not mine – so you only wanted to do it with one person. And finally he had to be fit for purpose – he needed the physical attributes and the stamina!
Which lead you to me! Lucky me! Now why was that? Was that because..
a) I’m your best friend and you could trust me
b) You’ve had a secret crush on me for a while now
c) Your friend – insert name here – slept with me a year ago and even though you didn’t want to believe her, she said I was hung like a pornstar and didn’t stop even after I came
d) All of the above
e) Something else (and all of the above?)
So that brings us to this moment. Your room is decorated rather scarcely, just a few scenic prints on the walls to distract from the typically neutral paint colour the landlord chose. It’s not large, but it suits you perfectly as it’s cheap and close to campus and it’s a better place for us to hang out than the living room. The living room of the flat is almost entirely overrun by your housemate - a girl from your course - so your bedroom gives us plenty of privacy to either chat about whatever stupid subject takes our fancy or play video games undisturbed. You’re sat on your single bed, a pillow stuffed against the wall props you up in a half seated position. While your legs are bent slightly at the knees to let your book/sketch pad rest on your thighs.
I run a hand through my short blonde hair as I spin on your desk chair, my mind empty and free as I wait somewhat impatiently for you to finish whatever work your doing.
Or at least pretending to do. Unbeknownst to me you’re working up the courage to bring up a conversation you’ve hardly been looking forward to...
Medieval Fantasy - a quest for revenge
I have an idea that is by no means fully formed - which I think is actually good since it allows us to discuss more ideas and really create the story together, rather than you just being someone who writes the parts of the story that I can't be bothered to write myself! Anyway, back to the idea! It's set in either a medieval or medieval with some fantasy (some magic, some other races such nymphs, elves etc though they would likely not be heavily integrated into the cities and towns of man) and follows a character that has been set up, almost killed and had his lands and title stripped from him. His first thoughts are of survival, with his end goal being revenge on those that set him up and returning himself to his rightful position.
Below is a basic starter (apologies for the quality of writing, I'm really bad at starters) to give an idea of what has happened so far.
The cold wind cut through the outskirts of the forest, the trees far too sparse to yet offer shelter. Leaves were pulled from their branches and sent twisting through the air towards the centre of the forest as if marking a path.
The large figure pulled his thin cloak tightly around himself and ducked his head to his chin as continued onwards. Deeper into the woods that would offer sanctuary not only from the weather, but those hunting him.
Branches crunched under foot as he paid no care to being subtle. Those that called the forest their home would already know if his presence regardless and so he pushed through, favouring speed until he was confident that he was deep enough into the forest to guarantee safety.
The remnants of an old oak lay fallen on the ground. Where the old tree had collapsed the roots took with it a significant amount of earth, leaving a large ditch. Combined with the huge carcass of the tree, the ditch offered a rudimentary shelter. He sat down, checking himself for any serious injuries he may have sustained in the fight. Only when he was certain that he had suffered nothing more than the odd scratch did he finally allow himself to truly take an assessment of his situation.
Until that morning he had been a lord in both title and lands. He commanded a sizeable army and was one of the closest advisers to the young Queen. His exploits in battle had earned respect from the nobility and the love of the masses. But there were those that saw him as something to hate and fear. He was a sign of something different; too young to be in his position, not from a noble family but rather low-born and a worshipper of the old gods rather than the new. They feared him and despised him. But most of all they saw him as a threat to be eliminated and scapegoat to be blamed
They had the means to create the false claims and the evidence to make him look guilty. From there they had organised the men who arrested him, which is why he had not recognised the officer and why they had tried to kill him as soon as they were clear of the city.
His men had been blocked from leaving the city and threatened with imprisonment or execution if they tried to follow.
He was dragged away and forced into a cart that carried him far enough from the town for there to be no witnesses to what they had planned. There, in a small clearing near the woods, they unceremoniously through him from the cart, cut his bonds and threw him his short sword. The four men were overconfident in both their abilities and the advantage their numbers gave them. Within seconds he had cut down two of them, one man tried to run but tripped on a root cracking his head on a stone and leaving the officer alone. He had died a painful death, but only after giving up a shred of evidence, a scrap of paper carrying the seal of one of the high priests.
He stared at it for a moment before folding it and putting it back in a small leather pouch that he kept under his jerkin. He checked the coat and cloak he had taken from the dead men but neither contained any flints, though he doubted there would be any dry wood to use in any case. It wouldn’t matter, the people of the forest would find him soon enough, long before starvation or freezing became a worry.
All he had to do was wait. Wait and then hope they remembered him...
I am more than happy to discuss details and ideas with you. If there is anything you would like to add, change, remove etc please just say!
Is it cliche to say that our romance started with me joining you on your cam show?
Whether it was because you were short of cash to pay your school bills, or because you just enjoyed doing it and earning some money, but about 6 months ago - and much despite your otherwise good girl image - you started running your own webcam show.
Indeed, the money was good and it was fun – you suddenly enjoyed the attention you got that previously you did not and it was a huge buzz for you.
They guys (and perhaps girls) watching ate it up. They loved your looks (choose from below)
a) That tight, petite asian body. With slender hips and small yet pert titties a pretty face with exotic features
b) That athletic, tanned frame with toned, firm, legs and ass built from sports and time in the gym. C cup boobs that sat perfectly above a firm stomach
https://imgur.com/X0Tz2eFc) Those curvy latina hips that joined that beautiful round ass. Full tits and long dark hair
d) Something else!
And they loved the way your body writhed and bucked when you came. It was amazing, but it seemed recently like it couldn’t last. You’d tried almost everything you could think of to come up with something new for your seemingly insatiable public (choose details from below)
a) Dress ups and cosplay
b) Deepthroats of large thick dildos
c) Dildos that ejaculated fake cum
d) All of the above
e) Something else! (and all of the above?)
It seemed like it was simply inevitable. You were going to have to get a guy on cam with you. However this caused some issues. Firstly you didn’t really want anyone in your real life knowing what you did. So it had to be someone you could really trust. Secondly, you didn’t want to feel like you were slutting it up - your words not mine – so you only wanted to do it with one person. And finally he had to be fit for purpose – he needed the physical attributes and the stamina!
Which lead you to me! Lucky me! Now why was that? Was that because..
a) I’m your best friend and you could trust me
b) You’ve had a secret crush on me for a while now
c) Your friend – insert name here – slept with me a year ago and even though you didn’t want to believe her, she said I was hung like a pornstar and didn’t stop even after I came
d) All of the above
e) Something else (and all of the above?)
So that brings us to this moment. Your room is decorated rather scarcely, just a few scenic prints on the walls to distract from the typically neutral paint colour the landlord chose. It’s not large, but it suits you perfectly as it’s cheap and close to campus and it’s a better place for us to hang out than the living room. The living room of the flat is almost entirely overrun by your housemate - a girl from your course - so your bedroom gives us plenty of privacy to either chat about whatever stupid subject takes our fancy or play video games undisturbed. You’re sat on your single bed, a pillow stuffed against the wall props you up in a half seated position. While your legs are bent slightly at the knees to let your book/sketch pad rest on your thighs.
I run a hand through my short blonde hair as I spin on your desk chair, my mind empty and free as I wait somewhat impatiently for you to finish whatever work your doing.
Or at least pretending to do. Unbeknownst to me you’re working up the courage to bring up a conversation you’ve hardly been looking forward to...
Medieval Fantasy - a quest for revenge
I have an idea that is by no means fully formed - which I think is actually good since it allows us to discuss more ideas and really create the story together, rather than you just being someone who writes the parts of the story that I can't be bothered to write myself! Anyway, back to the idea! It's set in either a medieval or medieval with some fantasy (some magic, some other races such nymphs, elves etc though they would likely not be heavily integrated into the cities and towns of man) and follows a character that has been set up, almost killed and had his lands and title stripped from him. His first thoughts are of survival, with his end goal being revenge on those that set him up and returning himself to his rightful position.
Below is a basic starter (apologies for the quality of writing, I'm really bad at starters) to give an idea of what has happened so far.
The cold wind cut through the outskirts of the forest, the trees far too sparse to yet offer shelter. Leaves were pulled from their branches and sent twisting through the air towards the centre of the forest as if marking a path.
The large figure pulled his thin cloak tightly around himself and ducked his head to his chin as continued onwards. Deeper into the woods that would offer sanctuary not only from the weather, but those hunting him.
Branches crunched under foot as he paid no care to being subtle. Those that called the forest their home would already know if his presence regardless and so he pushed through, favouring speed until he was confident that he was deep enough into the forest to guarantee safety.
The remnants of an old oak lay fallen on the ground. Where the old tree had collapsed the roots took with it a significant amount of earth, leaving a large ditch. Combined with the huge carcass of the tree, the ditch offered a rudimentary shelter. He sat down, checking himself for any serious injuries he may have sustained in the fight. Only when he was certain that he had suffered nothing more than the odd scratch did he finally allow himself to truly take an assessment of his situation.
Until that morning he had been a lord in both title and lands. He commanded a sizeable army and was one of the closest advisers to the young Queen. His exploits in battle had earned respect from the nobility and the love of the masses. But there were those that saw him as something to hate and fear. He was a sign of something different; too young to be in his position, not from a noble family but rather low-born and a worshipper of the old gods rather than the new. They feared him and despised him. But most of all they saw him as a threat to be eliminated and scapegoat to be blamed
They had the means to create the false claims and the evidence to make him look guilty. From there they had organised the men who arrested him, which is why he had not recognised the officer and why they had tried to kill him as soon as they were clear of the city.
His men had been blocked from leaving the city and threatened with imprisonment or execution if they tried to follow.
He was dragged away and forced into a cart that carried him far enough from the town for there to be no witnesses to what they had planned. There, in a small clearing near the woods, they unceremoniously through him from the cart, cut his bonds and threw him his short sword. The four men were overconfident in both their abilities and the advantage their numbers gave them. Within seconds he had cut down two of them, one man tried to run but tripped on a root cracking his head on a stone and leaving the officer alone. He had died a painful death, but only after giving up a shred of evidence, a scrap of paper carrying the seal of one of the high priests.
He stared at it for a moment before folding it and putting it back in a small leather pouch that he kept under his jerkin. He checked the coat and cloak he had taken from the dead men but neither contained any flints, though he doubted there would be any dry wood to use in any case. It wouldn’t matter, the people of the forest would find him soon enough, long before starvation or freezing became a worry.
All he had to do was wait. Wait and then hope they remembered him...