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SassyKisses
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- Nov 26, 2018
Hi everybody, my name is SassyKisses. But you can call me Sassy. 
I have been rping for 8+ years and I am currently looking for a few new partners.
I am looking for someone with good grammar. My grammar is not perfect and I don't expect yours to be, I just need to be able to understand what you're saying. I am also looking for detail, NO one line replies. My personal replies are usually 3-5 paragraphs (but occasionally there are much longer posts). I am looking for the same from you, however, I can deal with 1-2 paragraphs as long as a shorter reply works at that moment in the rp. Please don't say you are comfortable writing 3+ paragraphs, but then fade to 1 for every post after a couple longer ones. I have had it happen way too many times. Otherwise, I do prefer longer replies. I also am a strictly third person writer and can do an rp in a thread or in PM. Whatever you’d prefer. I also tend to lean towards present tense, but can do past tense too.
Please DO NOT god mode. We each control our own characters. That will get a little looser when we get to know each others characters and writing style. If you aren’t sure, just ask me in a separate PM if it’s okay to assume something and I will do the same. I also only do slice of life. I have discovered that to be my main writing strength and I also enjoy it the most. I might consider a medieval or magic themed rp, but it would have to be a very good plot.
Read my posts before replying. Yes, everyone gets some little details mixed sometimes, but I have had a lot of people simple ignore my words and write something so different that it comes off as a whole new scene. Nothing turns me off of a rp more than that. “Do you want to rp?” Is also not an appropriate response to my thread in my opinion. Please message me and make it seem like you at least read the highlights of this thread.
I can be a little picky with my partners because of the amazing people I’ve gotten to write with in the past. I’ve been very spoiled haha. So I apologize about that! But I promise to be polite if I don’t think things will work out between us.
I like my rps to have a plot, but I also enjoy smut. I'd say 60% plot and 40% smut is my usual liking. I would go 50/50 too. I'm a huge sucker for romance. Also, I think pregnancy is always fun drama to add to an rp (not required). As for kinks, I have quite a few.
YES PLEASE:
NO THANK YOU:
I can usually reply at least once a day to every couple of days (occasionally multiple times a day), so I am looking for someone who can as well or someone who can reply once a day to every couple days too. I only work weekends, so I normally have large windows in my week to write. I am also very understanding if you do get busy or can't get on though, as I have been there a few times myself.
I’m a sucker for dominant men. And I mean the possessive, controlling, jealous, and sexual dominant men most speak of. But not heartless. I like my men to be that way because of how strongly they feel for my character. They feel the need to be that way because they can’t bare the thought of anyone hurting her or taking her away from him. Putting her in a glass bubble wouldn’t even be enough for him. Sure, he can be rough in the bedroom and doesn’t like the word no, but he is also romantic and cares for her like no one ever has.
I also use pictures/gifs throughout my rps because I like having a visual (not a requirement, just thought I would mention it).
GENERAL PAIRINGS: (Your character is in bold)
Boss x Secretary
Celebrity x Normal Girl
College Student x College Student
Successful Business Man x College Student
Mafia Boss x Mafia Girl
Mafia Boss x Normal Girl
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Every plot here has room for addition, change, or improvement. Don’t be scared by my details. I just write them down as they come to me and lack the ability to simplify in the moment. It’s not set in stone. Please don't be afraid to bring your ideas to the table! Two minds together can turn a good story into a great story!
PLOTS: (always a work in progress)
Quinn Taylor is seemingly an average woman living in New York City. But in reality she is from one of the richest families in the United States. Her father is Robert Taylor, owner of one of the largest tech companies on the West Coast. And her mother is Lillian Lovell, a world famous supermodel. But while her parents live it up in their various mansions around the world, Quinn has fought hard to live a very different life. She has an average sized apartment in SoHo and works as a teacher at an elementary school in downtown Manhattan. She flies under the radar in everything except her looks. She is the spitting image of her mother and people notice more than she'd like them to. Especially when her relationship with them is rather strained. Sure she spends holidays with them and such, but they want a different life for her than the one she's built. Having a school teacher as a daughter isn't exactly their dream, wishing she'd pursue something in fashion or simply marry well so she doesn't have to work. But the twenty five year old wants to make more of a difference in this world.
Ironic that her parents would be the reason she meets him. Her father had flown her down to Florida for a family vacation that had ended in a huge fight with her mother about some random millionaire she was trying to set her up with. Now she's walking onto a plane to finally go home, dropping into the first class seat her father insisted on buying for her with a huff. Quinn doesn't even wait for everyone to be boarded before she slides on a sleep mask and tries to shut out the world for a while. She manages to fall asleep, waking up about two hours into the flight. When she removes her mask, she finds the shade on her window pulled down and next to her is one of the most attractive men she's ever seen sleeping. Her blue eyes can't help admiring him for an extra long moment before realizing she needs to use the restroom. She manages to maneuver over/around him to do so, but she isn't so lucky on her return to her seat. She has just put one long leg over his to get by when she trips and lands right in his lap. Her cheeks flush instantly, stunned into silence when the most beautiful eyes she's ever seen meet hers. Their faces are mere inches from each other, close enough to feel his breath. The man had been startled awake, but one could hardly be angry when a pretty girl is in their lap.
With a stammered apology and some struggling, she manages to maneuver back into her own seat. Quinn is quick to put in her headphones and avoid eye contact for the remaining hour of the flight. She has to face the handsome stranger one more time while getting her bag, which he helps her with and only makes her more attracted to him. Then they are off on their separate ways in the airport. She never expects to see him again with the city being as big as it is. But the universe has other plans.
Her mother calls her in the next couple of weeks to let her know she has signed her up for a charity event to be auctioned off as someone's date for an evening. The woman knows her daughter won't decline when it involves helping others. So the following weekend she is all dressed up and standing on a stage among the other volunteers. She knows what her mother is doing, giving every rich eligible bachelor in NYC a chance to go on a date with her. After all, you have to be worth millions to even be sitting at one of the tables in the ballroom. Quinn is zoning out once the spotlight is on her, so she doesn't even register the numbers being thrown out. Until she swears she hears something like "$500,000." and her wide eyes land on the man standing up. It's him. The man whose lap she was in just two weeks ago. And he had just donated half a million dollars to go on a date with her.
(So this plot can really go anywhere. Your character could be the owner of some big company, a famous athlete, an actor, etc... And it's basically him trying to win the girl he hasn't stopped thinking about over by any means necessary, which is a challenge when she wants to live a simple life and has no desire for money or those that have it. Again, lots of room for your ideas. Let's discuss!)
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Reina Rossi grew up in Chicago with her loving parents until she turned thirteen. Only her parents weren't the average parents. Her father is the don of the Italian mafia in Chicago and her mother is a distant relative of Spanish royalty. Which is how she ended up with a Spanish first name in her Italian family. Tragically, her mother was killed in a shooting a rival mafia family when she was thirteen years old. That's when her father completely removed his daughter from the public eye and sent her to live with her aunt in Spain where she would be safe from his enemies. She only saw him on important holidays and to the rest of the mafia it was as if she never existed, exactly how he wanted it. The only time she returned to Chicago was on her twenty first birthday. Reina believed it meant she was coming home, but secretly it was her father making sure the media got one photo of her. A photo that was filled with mystery, only her long legs and lean build on display as her ebony hair covers her face. It was to be the start of getting her an arranged marriage that would benefit the family while maintaining her hidden identity.
Now, at twenty three, she still lives on a vineyard with her aunt in Spain with constant security. Until her father suddenly shows up one day and announces that she is coming home. She's so excited to be going home to her father that she doesn't think anything of his random decision. She's back in Chicago within twenty four hours with no idea of what awaits her.
Her future husband, the don of the Italian mafia in New York City, has requested to meet his betrothed once before anything be announced, so he sets up a party for her to attend with her father. Reina sees it as her dads way of reintroducing her to their family and friends. All dressed up for the first time, she is glowing with happiness as she shakes the hands of countless people. Finally they reach the very man who is the reason she is here. The young woman is easily attracted to him, but his serious and darker persona also makes her unimpressed with him. She has lived her life care free on a farm for so long that she had forgotten how serious mafia men are. She simply dismisses him as a face she'll have to see from time to time. But he in no way dismisses her. He is impressed by her beauty and amused by her indifference to him.
The arrangement is disclosed to her the following day and she reacts exactly as expected. First there is yelling, followed by the throwing of various objects in her fathers office. It's to the point where he has to have his guards lock her in her room to keep her from leaving. That doesn't stop Reina from trying to escape, only to find locks on every window and door in her bedroom. She is utterly defeated and miserable. Until she decides that if the man wants to marry her, then so be it. She'll make him regret it so much that he'll have to return her. Then she'll return to Spain and resume her life without her irritating fiancé or traitorous father.
The month leading up to their wedding is full of defiance. Flowers sent from her groom are thrown over balconies, chocolates are thrown back at the men that deliver them, and cards are cut up into confetti. But nothing stops the wedding. Once they are married she expects the worst, only he has decided he wants her to come to him willingly. He wants her to beg after being so defiant. The day following the wedding she is moved to New York to live in his Manhattan penthouse. Every day brings new challenges for the newlyweds. If it wasn't clear before, it is clear now that Reina expects to do whatever she wants. And her husband has other ideas for how she should behave. But what happens when she starts to become attracted to him and he starts to grow a soft spot for her? She has no experience with a man of any kind. And he has no experience with love. Love is a weakness in their world, one he's never been willing to risk before his free spirit of a wife came into his life.
(I have wanted to write in the mafia world for so long now and I'm a sucker for an arranged marriage story, so this is a blend. There's room for drama, lust, and love. All with a dominant and possessive mafia man, and a younger woman who doesn't like to be told what to do. As always, nothing in this plot is set in stone so please don't hesitate to bring your ideas to the table.)
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Here is a writing sample: (I wrote an intro to the plot I have up currently for this because I was so inspired)
And a sexy writing sample: (From an old rp of mine)
-Sassy
I am looking for someone with good grammar. My grammar is not perfect and I don't expect yours to be, I just need to be able to understand what you're saying. I am also looking for detail, NO one line replies. My personal replies are usually 3-5 paragraphs (but occasionally there are much longer posts). I am looking for the same from you, however, I can deal with 1-2 paragraphs as long as a shorter reply works at that moment in the rp. Please don't say you are comfortable writing 3+ paragraphs, but then fade to 1 for every post after a couple longer ones. I have had it happen way too many times. Otherwise, I do prefer longer replies. I also am a strictly third person writer and can do an rp in a thread or in PM. Whatever you’d prefer. I also tend to lean towards present tense, but can do past tense too.
Please DO NOT god mode. We each control our own characters. That will get a little looser when we get to know each others characters and writing style. If you aren’t sure, just ask me in a separate PM if it’s okay to assume something and I will do the same. I also only do slice of life. I have discovered that to be my main writing strength and I also enjoy it the most. I might consider a medieval or magic themed rp, but it would have to be a very good plot.
Read my posts before replying. Yes, everyone gets some little details mixed sometimes, but I have had a lot of people simple ignore my words and write something so different that it comes off as a whole new scene. Nothing turns me off of a rp more than that. “Do you want to rp?” Is also not an appropriate response to my thread in my opinion. Please message me and make it seem like you at least read the highlights of this thread.
I can be a little picky with my partners because of the amazing people I’ve gotten to write with in the past. I’ve been very spoiled haha. So I apologize about that! But I promise to be polite if I don’t think things will work out between us.
I like my rps to have a plot, but I also enjoy smut. I'd say 60% plot and 40% smut is my usual liking. I would go 50/50 too. I'm a huge sucker for romance. Also, I think pregnancy is always fun drama to add to an rp (not required). As for kinks, I have quite a few.
YES PLEASE:
-Roughness
-Dominant men
-Romance
-Vaginal Sex (receiving)
-Anal Sex (receiving)
-Dirty talk
-Begging
-Cunnilingus (receiving)
-Fellatio (giving)
-Cuddling
-Pregnancy
-Extreme Tightness
-Hair Pulling
-Kissing/Licking/Biting
-Age Gaps (5-10yrs)
-Taller Men
-Multiple Orgasms
-Large Cocks
-Shower/Bath Scenes
-Spanking
-Light Bondage
-Teasing
-Throat Penetration
-Sexual Frustration
-Pleasure Control/Denial
-Possessiveness/Jealousy
-Muscular Men
-Photography
-Fingering (Vaginal)
-Swallowing Semen
-Affection
-Dominant men
-Romance
-Vaginal Sex (receiving)
-Anal Sex (receiving)
-Dirty talk
-Begging
-Cunnilingus (receiving)
-Fellatio (giving)
-Cuddling
-Pregnancy
-Extreme Tightness
-Hair Pulling
-Kissing/Licking/Biting
-Age Gaps (5-10yrs)
-Taller Men
-Multiple Orgasms
-Large Cocks
-Shower/Bath Scenes
-Spanking
-Light Bondage
-Teasing
-Throat Penetration
-Sexual Frustration
-Pleasure Control/Denial
-Possessiveness/Jealousy
-Muscular Men
-Photography
-Fingering (Vaginal)
-Swallowing Semen
-Affection
NO THANK YOU:
-Anything that belongs in the toilet
-Choking (hand on throat when kissing and such is fine, but actual choking/breath play is not my thing)
-Death (unless it's a planned side character to add drama)
-Cheating
-Bloodplay
-Incest
-Choking (hand on throat when kissing and such is fine, but actual choking/breath play is not my thing)
-Death (unless it's a planned side character to add drama)
-Cheating
-Bloodplay
-Incest
I can usually reply at least once a day to every couple of days (occasionally multiple times a day), so I am looking for someone who can as well or someone who can reply once a day to every couple days too. I only work weekends, so I normally have large windows in my week to write. I am also very understanding if you do get busy or can't get on though, as I have been there a few times myself.
I’m a sucker for dominant men. And I mean the possessive, controlling, jealous, and sexual dominant men most speak of. But not heartless. I like my men to be that way because of how strongly they feel for my character. They feel the need to be that way because they can’t bare the thought of anyone hurting her or taking her away from him. Putting her in a glass bubble wouldn’t even be enough for him. Sure, he can be rough in the bedroom and doesn’t like the word no, but he is also romantic and cares for her like no one ever has.
I also use pictures/gifs throughout my rps because I like having a visual (not a requirement, just thought I would mention it).
GENERAL PAIRINGS: (Your character is in bold)
Boss x Secretary
Celebrity x Normal Girl
College Student x College Student
Successful Business Man x College Student
Mafia Boss x Mafia Girl
Mafia Boss x Normal Girl
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Every plot here has room for addition, change, or improvement. Don’t be scared by my details. I just write them down as they come to me and lack the ability to simplify in the moment. It’s not set in stone. Please don't be afraid to bring your ideas to the table! Two minds together can turn a good story into a great story!
PLOTS: (always a work in progress)
Quinn Taylor is seemingly an average woman living in New York City. But in reality she is from one of the richest families in the United States. Her father is Robert Taylor, owner of one of the largest tech companies on the West Coast. And her mother is Lillian Lovell, a world famous supermodel. But while her parents live it up in their various mansions around the world, Quinn has fought hard to live a very different life. She has an average sized apartment in SoHo and works as a teacher at an elementary school in downtown Manhattan. She flies under the radar in everything except her looks. She is the spitting image of her mother and people notice more than she'd like them to. Especially when her relationship with them is rather strained. Sure she spends holidays with them and such, but they want a different life for her than the one she's built. Having a school teacher as a daughter isn't exactly their dream, wishing she'd pursue something in fashion or simply marry well so she doesn't have to work. But the twenty five year old wants to make more of a difference in this world.
Ironic that her parents would be the reason she meets him. Her father had flown her down to Florida for a family vacation that had ended in a huge fight with her mother about some random millionaire she was trying to set her up with. Now she's walking onto a plane to finally go home, dropping into the first class seat her father insisted on buying for her with a huff. Quinn doesn't even wait for everyone to be boarded before she slides on a sleep mask and tries to shut out the world for a while. She manages to fall asleep, waking up about two hours into the flight. When she removes her mask, she finds the shade on her window pulled down and next to her is one of the most attractive men she's ever seen sleeping. Her blue eyes can't help admiring him for an extra long moment before realizing she needs to use the restroom. She manages to maneuver over/around him to do so, but she isn't so lucky on her return to her seat. She has just put one long leg over his to get by when she trips and lands right in his lap. Her cheeks flush instantly, stunned into silence when the most beautiful eyes she's ever seen meet hers. Their faces are mere inches from each other, close enough to feel his breath. The man had been startled awake, but one could hardly be angry when a pretty girl is in their lap.
With a stammered apology and some struggling, she manages to maneuver back into her own seat. Quinn is quick to put in her headphones and avoid eye contact for the remaining hour of the flight. She has to face the handsome stranger one more time while getting her bag, which he helps her with and only makes her more attracted to him. Then they are off on their separate ways in the airport. She never expects to see him again with the city being as big as it is. But the universe has other plans.
Her mother calls her in the next couple of weeks to let her know she has signed her up for a charity event to be auctioned off as someone's date for an evening. The woman knows her daughter won't decline when it involves helping others. So the following weekend she is all dressed up and standing on a stage among the other volunteers. She knows what her mother is doing, giving every rich eligible bachelor in NYC a chance to go on a date with her. After all, you have to be worth millions to even be sitting at one of the tables in the ballroom. Quinn is zoning out once the spotlight is on her, so she doesn't even register the numbers being thrown out. Until she swears she hears something like "$500,000." and her wide eyes land on the man standing up. It's him. The man whose lap she was in just two weeks ago. And he had just donated half a million dollars to go on a date with her.
(So this plot can really go anywhere. Your character could be the owner of some big company, a famous athlete, an actor, etc... And it's basically him trying to win the girl he hasn't stopped thinking about over by any means necessary, which is a challenge when she wants to live a simple life and has no desire for money or those that have it. Again, lots of room for your ideas. Let's discuss!)
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Reina Rossi grew up in Chicago with her loving parents until she turned thirteen. Only her parents weren't the average parents. Her father is the don of the Italian mafia in Chicago and her mother is a distant relative of Spanish royalty. Which is how she ended up with a Spanish first name in her Italian family. Tragically, her mother was killed in a shooting a rival mafia family when she was thirteen years old. That's when her father completely removed his daughter from the public eye and sent her to live with her aunt in Spain where she would be safe from his enemies. She only saw him on important holidays and to the rest of the mafia it was as if she never existed, exactly how he wanted it. The only time she returned to Chicago was on her twenty first birthday. Reina believed it meant she was coming home, but secretly it was her father making sure the media got one photo of her. A photo that was filled with mystery, only her long legs and lean build on display as her ebony hair covers her face. It was to be the start of getting her an arranged marriage that would benefit the family while maintaining her hidden identity.
Now, at twenty three, she still lives on a vineyard with her aunt in Spain with constant security. Until her father suddenly shows up one day and announces that she is coming home. She's so excited to be going home to her father that she doesn't think anything of his random decision. She's back in Chicago within twenty four hours with no idea of what awaits her.
Her future husband, the don of the Italian mafia in New York City, has requested to meet his betrothed once before anything be announced, so he sets up a party for her to attend with her father. Reina sees it as her dads way of reintroducing her to their family and friends. All dressed up for the first time, she is glowing with happiness as she shakes the hands of countless people. Finally they reach the very man who is the reason she is here. The young woman is easily attracted to him, but his serious and darker persona also makes her unimpressed with him. She has lived her life care free on a farm for so long that she had forgotten how serious mafia men are. She simply dismisses him as a face she'll have to see from time to time. But he in no way dismisses her. He is impressed by her beauty and amused by her indifference to him.
The arrangement is disclosed to her the following day and she reacts exactly as expected. First there is yelling, followed by the throwing of various objects in her fathers office. It's to the point where he has to have his guards lock her in her room to keep her from leaving. That doesn't stop Reina from trying to escape, only to find locks on every window and door in her bedroom. She is utterly defeated and miserable. Until she decides that if the man wants to marry her, then so be it. She'll make him regret it so much that he'll have to return her. Then she'll return to Spain and resume her life without her irritating fiancé or traitorous father.
The month leading up to their wedding is full of defiance. Flowers sent from her groom are thrown over balconies, chocolates are thrown back at the men that deliver them, and cards are cut up into confetti. But nothing stops the wedding. Once they are married she expects the worst, only he has decided he wants her to come to him willingly. He wants her to beg after being so defiant. The day following the wedding she is moved to New York to live in his Manhattan penthouse. Every day brings new challenges for the newlyweds. If it wasn't clear before, it is clear now that Reina expects to do whatever she wants. And her husband has other ideas for how she should behave. But what happens when she starts to become attracted to him and he starts to grow a soft spot for her? She has no experience with a man of any kind. And he has no experience with love. Love is a weakness in their world, one he's never been willing to risk before his free spirit of a wife came into his life.
(I have wanted to write in the mafia world for so long now and I'm a sucker for an arranged marriage story, so this is a blend. There's room for drama, lust, and love. All with a dominant and possessive mafia man, and a younger woman who doesn't like to be told what to do. As always, nothing in this plot is set in stone so please don't hesitate to bring your ideas to the table.)
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Here is a writing sample: (I wrote an intro to the plot I have up currently for this because I was so inspired)
When she was being led to meet the man who kidnapped her, she was expecting someone old and unattractive… something out of an action movie. But those two adjectives that could not be used to describe this fine specimen of a man. He's male model meets dangerous. Who the hell is this guy? Quinn is annoyed that she can't stop her eyes from wondering down from his strong jawline over his middle that his white button up fits just right. She can tell he's muscular through his suit and can't help wondering what he'd look like without it. Stop it, Quinn. She shakes her head at herself slightly to focus on the larger issue that is him kidnapping her. The woman puts on a brave face, meeting his strong gaze. Although she has to tilt her chin up to do so with his generous height.
— (I won't write this out seeing as it would be the first conversation between her and her captor.)—
The mountain wearing a suit urges her forward with a grunt. Quinn tightens her shoulders in annoyance and shoots him a glare before she steps in the encouraged direction. He guides her down a long hallway to a door with another directly across from it. "This is your room, Ms. Taylor." The older man says lowly. "The boss expects you to dress for dinner and meet him in the dining room in an hour." One blonde eyebrow lifts up at that. Her kidnapper expects her to dress up and dine with him? Is this guy for real? She tries to detect any sarcasm in his stone like expression, but can't find any.
"Tell him I can't wait!" She exclaims in her best sarcastic purr. "It will be the cherry on top of a perfect fucking day!" The woman adds with more anger behind it, reaching for the door handle and stepping inside before slamming it shut. She leans back into the door almost immediately. Being alone gives her a moment to think about how screwed she really is. She's on a boat in the middle of the ocean… There is nowhere to go. And it's also crawling with security. The only possible solution is to contact her father, which she needs a phone for. Quinn's blue eyes search the room for a phone, unsurprisingly coming up empty. Then she does a slower scan to examine the room. It's not so much a room as it is a suite. There's a giant bed fit for a queen in the center, a lounge area to the side and a desk area in the corner. Maybe she'd like it more if it wasn't her personal prison cell. With a huff she moves to a side door that she assumes is the closet. Her captor must have stolen her luggage too if he wants her to dress for dinner. Upon opening the door she finds a walk in closet almost as big as her one at home. But it's not the size of the closet that makes her jaw drop. It's the clothing within.
Racks of brand new designer clothing meet her. Not one piece being owned by her. She quickly grabs a dress off one rack to look at the tag. Her size and everything. What the fuck? How long as he been planning this? Her mind is spinning as she looks through dozens of pieces to find every single one is exactly her size. The dresses, the skirts, the shirts, the pajamas, and even the underwear and lingerie she finds in a dresser. Quinn can't keep herself from scoffing at the lingerie. The man has a lot of nerve. She also notices there are no pants or shorts. He wants her to be a trophy? Alright, she'll be a trophy. A smirk crosses her full lips, turning back to the lingerie drawer to look through it until she finds what she's looking for. With that chosen, she heads out and to the next door that leads to an equally huge bathroom. Whoever this guy is, he's loaded. She can't help wondering why the hell he needs to kidnap an heiress/model if he's already a billionaire. Filing that question away for now, she begins to get ready.
One hour later, she's dressed to kill. She found most of what she needed in the bathroom to create a sultry makeup look. Mascara coated lashes and a sweep of brown eyeshadow make her blue eyes pop, skin enhanced with a small amount of concealer and highlighter, and her lips shine with clear lipgloss. The backless "dress" is actually a scandalous nightgown she found. Sheer red silk falls from just below her bust line down to an embroidered lace hem at her ankles. A slot cuts up her left thigh and ends at her hip. The top offers only slightly more coverage. Red lace covers her ample chest in a v shape and moves up into spaghetti straps. The lace does conceal her nipples, unless you look very closely. Underneath she wears a matching red thong, putting her round ass on display. Smooth waves of blonde hair and fuck me pumps finish the look. Quinn has never been shy about her body. She grew up with her supermodel mother and has dabbled in modeling herself, so she has no issue with showing off lots of skin. And this time it's to make a point. She had seen the way her handsome kidnapper had looked at her, seen the hard look he gave to The Mountain when he went to touch her back. If he doesn't like another man putting his hands on her, she imagines he won't like them getting a good look at her either. Game, set, match.
Her head turns at the sound of a knock. She considers ignoring it the first time, but instead she puts on a smirk and struts her way to the door to open it. It's The Mountain again and his eyes almost pop out of his head when he gets a full look at her. Almost immediately he averts his gaze. "Um, ma'am, I think you should change." He says gruffly while Quinn just smiles triumphantly. "I'm dressed and famished. Lead the way, big guy." Is all she fires back, daring him to try again with her tone. The man coughs, clearly uncomfortable and nervous. But he turns and starts down the long hallway. They go up a set of stairs at the end, the young woman taking in every detail of the route just in case, and come up on the top deck. It's a beautiful view with the sun currently setting over the Mediterranean Sea. Her eyes are briefly captured by it until the guard coughs again to encourage her forward. "So, do you have a name or should I just call you big guy?" She attempts to start a conversation, only to be ignored. With a roll of her eyes she continues following him through a large lounge area on the deck, past a pool and finally to the bow where a table adorned in a stunning dinner set is waiting. And at the head of that table sits her captor.
Quinn makes sure to sway her hips a little extra as they approach, stopping at the opposite end of the table as her escort moves to lean down and murmur something to his boss, probably about her refusing to change she guesses. Then with a flick of his boss's wrist, he leaves the two alone. The man's intense gaze never leaves her though, giving nothing away under his stern exterior. She manages not to waiver under it, instead cocking her hip and putting a hand on it. "How kind of you to invite me to dinner. Especially after such an exciting day of being kidnapped by you and all." Her smart mouth flows easily. "Should I expect a gourmet meal every evening?" She inquires, acting as if she isn't wearing a nightgown that nearly reveals everything to him. Her eyes shine with challenge and the corners of her lips lift in a satisfied little smile.
— (I won't write this out seeing as it would be the first conversation between her and her captor.)—
The mountain wearing a suit urges her forward with a grunt. Quinn tightens her shoulders in annoyance and shoots him a glare before she steps in the encouraged direction. He guides her down a long hallway to a door with another directly across from it. "This is your room, Ms. Taylor." The older man says lowly. "The boss expects you to dress for dinner and meet him in the dining room in an hour." One blonde eyebrow lifts up at that. Her kidnapper expects her to dress up and dine with him? Is this guy for real? She tries to detect any sarcasm in his stone like expression, but can't find any.
"Tell him I can't wait!" She exclaims in her best sarcastic purr. "It will be the cherry on top of a perfect fucking day!" The woman adds with more anger behind it, reaching for the door handle and stepping inside before slamming it shut. She leans back into the door almost immediately. Being alone gives her a moment to think about how screwed she really is. She's on a boat in the middle of the ocean… There is nowhere to go. And it's also crawling with security. The only possible solution is to contact her father, which she needs a phone for. Quinn's blue eyes search the room for a phone, unsurprisingly coming up empty. Then she does a slower scan to examine the room. It's not so much a room as it is a suite. There's a giant bed fit for a queen in the center, a lounge area to the side and a desk area in the corner. Maybe she'd like it more if it wasn't her personal prison cell. With a huff she moves to a side door that she assumes is the closet. Her captor must have stolen her luggage too if he wants her to dress for dinner. Upon opening the door she finds a walk in closet almost as big as her one at home. But it's not the size of the closet that makes her jaw drop. It's the clothing within.
Racks of brand new designer clothing meet her. Not one piece being owned by her. She quickly grabs a dress off one rack to look at the tag. Her size and everything. What the fuck? How long as he been planning this? Her mind is spinning as she looks through dozens of pieces to find every single one is exactly her size. The dresses, the skirts, the shirts, the pajamas, and even the underwear and lingerie she finds in a dresser. Quinn can't keep herself from scoffing at the lingerie. The man has a lot of nerve. She also notices there are no pants or shorts. He wants her to be a trophy? Alright, she'll be a trophy. A smirk crosses her full lips, turning back to the lingerie drawer to look through it until she finds what she's looking for. With that chosen, she heads out and to the next door that leads to an equally huge bathroom. Whoever this guy is, he's loaded. She can't help wondering why the hell he needs to kidnap an heiress/model if he's already a billionaire. Filing that question away for now, she begins to get ready.
One hour later, she's dressed to kill. She found most of what she needed in the bathroom to create a sultry makeup look. Mascara coated lashes and a sweep of brown eyeshadow make her blue eyes pop, skin enhanced with a small amount of concealer and highlighter, and her lips shine with clear lipgloss. The backless "dress" is actually a scandalous nightgown she found. Sheer red silk falls from just below her bust line down to an embroidered lace hem at her ankles. A slot cuts up her left thigh and ends at her hip. The top offers only slightly more coverage. Red lace covers her ample chest in a v shape and moves up into spaghetti straps. The lace does conceal her nipples, unless you look very closely. Underneath she wears a matching red thong, putting her round ass on display. Smooth waves of blonde hair and fuck me pumps finish the look. Quinn has never been shy about her body. She grew up with her supermodel mother and has dabbled in modeling herself, so she has no issue with showing off lots of skin. And this time it's to make a point. She had seen the way her handsome kidnapper had looked at her, seen the hard look he gave to The Mountain when he went to touch her back. If he doesn't like another man putting his hands on her, she imagines he won't like them getting a good look at her either. Game, set, match.
Her head turns at the sound of a knock. She considers ignoring it the first time, but instead she puts on a smirk and struts her way to the door to open it. It's The Mountain again and his eyes almost pop out of his head when he gets a full look at her. Almost immediately he averts his gaze. "Um, ma'am, I think you should change." He says gruffly while Quinn just smiles triumphantly. "I'm dressed and famished. Lead the way, big guy." Is all she fires back, daring him to try again with her tone. The man coughs, clearly uncomfortable and nervous. But he turns and starts down the long hallway. They go up a set of stairs at the end, the young woman taking in every detail of the route just in case, and come up on the top deck. It's a beautiful view with the sun currently setting over the Mediterranean Sea. Her eyes are briefly captured by it until the guard coughs again to encourage her forward. "So, do you have a name or should I just call you big guy?" She attempts to start a conversation, only to be ignored. With a roll of her eyes she continues following him through a large lounge area on the deck, past a pool and finally to the bow where a table adorned in a stunning dinner set is waiting. And at the head of that table sits her captor.
Quinn makes sure to sway her hips a little extra as they approach, stopping at the opposite end of the table as her escort moves to lean down and murmur something to his boss, probably about her refusing to change she guesses. Then with a flick of his boss's wrist, he leaves the two alone. The man's intense gaze never leaves her though, giving nothing away under his stern exterior. She manages not to waiver under it, instead cocking her hip and putting a hand on it. "How kind of you to invite me to dinner. Especially after such an exciting day of being kidnapped by you and all." Her smart mouth flows easily. "Should I expect a gourmet meal every evening?" She inquires, acting as if she isn't wearing a nightgown that nearly reveals everything to him. Her eyes shine with challenge and the corners of her lips lift in a satisfied little smile.
And a sexy writing sample: (From an old rp of mine)
Summer's ass almost leans into the second slap. His roughness alone turns her on, the young woman having always been treated like glass by former lovers. Sure, sleepy sex and making sweet love are two things she loves too, but the rough and raw sex has been missing from her life. Her fingers flex on the wall and she groans as he pushes his hips forward a bit to slide another inch in. She can feel him growing impatient and then he rolls those hips again, more forceful, to bury more of him in her warm channel. "Oh god…" She moans, her rear pushing back to meet him on instinct and her face contorting in pleasure. He keeps driving forward until his entire massive cock is buried to the hilt, stretching her wide and her inner muscles clenching around him as she gasps at the fullness.
"Fuck, I can't feel this with a condom on, Summer…."
He's so fucking right. She can feel his steely length throbbing against her silky walls, she can feel every hard, bare inch of him and it's fucking incredible. But she can't bring herself to vocalize her agreement, simply moaning softly before bracing herself for what is to come. He is slow in his movement of pulling from the confines of her body, letting her feel all of him and making her cunt grip desperately at the retracting member. But she needn't worry because then he begins to fuck her. This is no making love, this is animalistic sex. He has her on her tip toes with each slam of his muscular hips, making her cry out and throw her head back to let her wet hair cascade down her back.
"Fuck…. Eric…. harder…" All thoughts of condoms are gone as her mind is consumed by pleasure thanks to the powerful male currently pounding into her from behind. Summer stands there, bent over and taking it all while only encouraging him with her rear meeting him on every thrust. Her cries and moans echo in the shower as she approaches her climax a little ways into their fucking. "I-I'm there… baby…. fuck…" She manages to warn him, her eyes squeezing shut and her lips parted. Then she explodes, crying out his name and slamming a hand into the wall at the intensity, the muscles in her back tensing. Her cunt nearly strangles his thrusting cock as she cums magnificently around him, soaking him with her juices and milking him for his own cum.
"Fuck, I can't feel this with a condom on, Summer…."
He's so fucking right. She can feel his steely length throbbing against her silky walls, she can feel every hard, bare inch of him and it's fucking incredible. But she can't bring herself to vocalize her agreement, simply moaning softly before bracing herself for what is to come. He is slow in his movement of pulling from the confines of her body, letting her feel all of him and making her cunt grip desperately at the retracting member. But she needn't worry because then he begins to fuck her. This is no making love, this is animalistic sex. He has her on her tip toes with each slam of his muscular hips, making her cry out and throw her head back to let her wet hair cascade down her back.
"Fuck…. Eric…. harder…" All thoughts of condoms are gone as her mind is consumed by pleasure thanks to the powerful male currently pounding into her from behind. Summer stands there, bent over and taking it all while only encouraging him with her rear meeting him on every thrust. Her cries and moans echo in the shower as she approaches her climax a little ways into their fucking. "I-I'm there… baby…. fuck…" She manages to warn him, her eyes squeezing shut and her lips parted. Then she explodes, crying out his name and slamming a hand into the wall at the intensity, the muscles in her back tensing. Her cunt nearly strangles his thrusting cock as she cums magnificently around him, soaking him with her juices and milking him for his own cum.
-Sassy
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