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muscularguy4F
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- Joined
- May 21, 2012
- Location
- London
I am looking for a longer term roleplay with plenty of build up and detail. While this does not mean I am looking for us to write a novel or to be professional writers, I do not want short responces, IM roleplays or people looking to get done in an hour or two
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Basic Idea:
I’ve based the idea on Ariana Grande (or at least a fictional celeb with her appearance) however it could be any young, preferably petite, celeb who gradually falls for an older guy.
He would not be a celebrity, rather a 'normal' guy who works somehow closely with her - for example as a sound engineer on her tour. They bump into each other a few times and, since she is feeling low (stress of the tour, travelling, loneliness etc) they get to talking. Over time an attraction between them builds and their meet ups become more covert and more lascivious.
Themes
- Contrast - I like contrasts between characters. For example, the size contrast between her shorter, more petite frame and his large, muscular body. Or the contrast of their differing ages or celebrity status.
- Sneaking around - We would both want to keep this all a secret, rather than have people gossip. After all, we don't want my life turned upside down and you don't want more people talking about you
- Friendship = I'm a bit of an alpha and quite dominant, but I'm caring too. I want my character to look after you and try to help or protect you
- Sex - Hell yeah there's gonna be sex! It's gonna be passionate and yet still dirty and smutty and sometimes a little rough!
- Escalating situations and build up - That said, there's going to be build up. In more than one sense. They aren't going to jump into bed but they will try to have some fun in other ways first - handjobs and fingering, oral sex etc
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Starter
“Hey man, you’re security right?”
Jon turned to his left, following the source of the voice, and found a rather tired looking young man holding a tablet and wearing a headset with a mic.
“No, guy.” Jon responded wearily. “I’m a sound tech.” He lifted his ID from the lanyard around his neck, showing it to the annoying runner.
“Maybe why I’m not dressed like security?” He asked rhetorically, clearly fed up. It was the third time he’d been mistaken for security today. It frustrated him, though he could understand why people made the mistake. At over easily over 6ft and with his broad shouldered-muscular build, he looked far more like security than a sound engineer. The short, somewhat rugged beard likely didn’t help either.
He lifted the heavy equipment box onto his shoulder with some ease and carried on along the concrete corridor, not waiting for the runner’s response. Yet just a few steps down the corridor his path was crossed as a shorter, petite young lady hurried past him. Head down and shoulders hunched, she pushed through a door to Jon’s right and disappeared. He stopped for a moment, his face frowning with confusion. He could have sworn he saw tears on her cheeks and heard the telltale sniffling. He considered his options carefully; it was unusual for someone like him, an average guy who worked on the tour, to approach a performer unsolicited; yet it felt inconsiderate and insensitive to merely ignore her.
Once again he lowered the case from his shoulder and placed it on the floor, before opening the door slowly. He peered through cautiously. The room was bland and small. Decorated in the same concrete grey as the corridor it was meant as a utility room and currently acted as a store for all sorts of odds and ends. Just to his right still sat in her full outfit from rehearsals and her head in her hands, sat the young lady who had stormed past him.
“Hey, erm...” he coughed, trying to clear his throat. “Hi, look I know it’s not really my place, but are you ok?” He asked, likely the most obviously stupid question he’d asked in his life.
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Basic Idea:
I’ve based the idea on Ariana Grande (or at least a fictional celeb with her appearance) however it could be any young, preferably petite, celeb who gradually falls for an older guy.
He would not be a celebrity, rather a 'normal' guy who works somehow closely with her - for example as a sound engineer on her tour. They bump into each other a few times and, since she is feeling low (stress of the tour, travelling, loneliness etc) they get to talking. Over time an attraction between them builds and their meet ups become more covert and more lascivious.
Themes
- Contrast - I like contrasts between characters. For example, the size contrast between her shorter, more petite frame and his large, muscular body. Or the contrast of their differing ages or celebrity status.
- Sneaking around - We would both want to keep this all a secret, rather than have people gossip. After all, we don't want my life turned upside down and you don't want more people talking about you
- Friendship = I'm a bit of an alpha and quite dominant, but I'm caring too. I want my character to look after you and try to help or protect you
- Sex - Hell yeah there's gonna be sex! It's gonna be passionate and yet still dirty and smutty and sometimes a little rough!
- Escalating situations and build up - That said, there's going to be build up. In more than one sense. They aren't going to jump into bed but they will try to have some fun in other ways first - handjobs and fingering, oral sex etc
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Starter
“Hey man, you’re security right?”
Jon turned to his left, following the source of the voice, and found a rather tired looking young man holding a tablet and wearing a headset with a mic.
“No, guy.” Jon responded wearily. “I’m a sound tech.” He lifted his ID from the lanyard around his neck, showing it to the annoying runner.
“Maybe why I’m not dressed like security?” He asked rhetorically, clearly fed up. It was the third time he’d been mistaken for security today. It frustrated him, though he could understand why people made the mistake. At over easily over 6ft and with his broad shouldered-muscular build, he looked far more like security than a sound engineer. The short, somewhat rugged beard likely didn’t help either.
He lifted the heavy equipment box onto his shoulder with some ease and carried on along the concrete corridor, not waiting for the runner’s response. Yet just a few steps down the corridor his path was crossed as a shorter, petite young lady hurried past him. Head down and shoulders hunched, she pushed through a door to Jon’s right and disappeared. He stopped for a moment, his face frowning with confusion. He could have sworn he saw tears on her cheeks and heard the telltale sniffling. He considered his options carefully; it was unusual for someone like him, an average guy who worked on the tour, to approach a performer unsolicited; yet it felt inconsiderate and insensitive to merely ignore her.
Once again he lowered the case from his shoulder and placed it on the floor, before opening the door slowly. He peered through cautiously. The room was bland and small. Decorated in the same concrete grey as the corridor it was meant as a utility room and currently acted as a store for all sorts of odds and ends. Just to his right still sat in her full outfit from rehearsals and her head in her hands, sat the young lady who had stormed past him.
“Hey, erm...” he coughed, trying to clear his throat. “Hi, look I know it’s not really my place, but are you ok?” He asked, likely the most obviously stupid question he’d asked in his life.
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