Beautiful descriptions of your character. Passionate lovers
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Capturing women in medieval days, the submissively innocent yet unmistakably eager to be taken sort Boob-teasing/ Hips that want more/ Moaning
The only thing I'm really big on is you writing over 300 words a post which is about 3 thick paragraphs. I enjoy reading about details about what your characters doing, feeling, how shes responding. Descriptions of what she looks like, sexually influencing words that steam up ones blood with that heat of passion.
- Quantity/Quality-
4+ full paragraphs is my norm. My rarity is between 10-15 when I'm motivated with a beautiful writer. (100 words per paragraph.)
-How often you can write with me-
If it's a hot session you'll find me posting every day, sometimes 2+ a day. I like finding partners who'll post several times a week.
Evenings I'm available for back and forth RP if requested.
I'm also okay with a full 1-3 weeks of daily writing until we burn each other out with lust and wanton fun.
-Plots and built Characters-
Codi - Mafiosa
(Concubine/Mistress)- There is YC for hire. Which would sit well with the sophisticated, regal older gentleman. Lonely in his later age, a young seductral woman would remind him of his earlier days, and perhaps the cost of her sharing herself with him a small price to pay to regain that excitement once more.
Other Modern plots:
-Your the new maid. ( Slow-burn/tease-usage plot)
-As a deal with YCs' father an offer where YC is given to MC. He turns her into one of his girls. ( Romance/hot sex/submissive plot)
-YC is taken in to protect her from another Cartel/kidnapping where she would have been taken and sold off or killed etc. (Hero/romance plot)
-Smut plots: This character is also used for multiple other modern mafia/gang related plots, or other modern plots.
-‡- Rahmor - Warrior of Gor -‡-
Theme/ethic: Spartan/Roman era but can be used in fantasy realms along with magic, vs orcs etc etc. NPCs: He can be played with a squad of similarly elite soldiers. Location: He owns a seaside manor with a courtyard garden, beach, and other romantic scenarios to have hot, melting sex. Short history: Spent most of his earlier years as a warrior of Ar. In his youth he went through a good number of slavegirls and noble women alike. From brutal dominance to adoring virgins turned into lovers. Now he still spends time patrolling his lands, some would consider him as one who is becoming a warlord with a legion to command. Plots:
1. (Noble) YC can be someone he's escorting, story can weave around campfires, traveling, cities being passed through, festivities, and even rescuing her from evildoers. Useful for respectable play and lots of plot with opportunities to be romanced.
2. (Slavegirl) YC can be captured, bought, or already a possession as a white silk slavegirl. White silks are virgins, and remain virgins. Dolled upon, adored, bejeweled and used like geishas minus the sex. Tons of slow burn, romance, foreplay and plot if needed. They do get kidnapped. Red Silks- Pleasure slave. Trained, or to be trained for the use of pleasing her master.
3. (Peasant/commoner) YC is either a villager, or traveler on the road. MC would come upon your own, as a soldier, he is to be respected and offered what services she can offer, shelter, food, etc etc. Plot can delve into protecting her from bandits he's there to hunt, and or using her as bait to do so. Dub-Con: Scene can be in enemy territory, where YC can be captured and owned.
-‡-Torienthos - Elven Ranger -‡-
Theme: Fantasy Elven Ranger - used in Dungeons and Dragon similar plots/stories. NPCS: There is a small squad of other elven rangers who are his kin who patrol with him. Location: He is a wood elf...his home is in the wild forests. Yet the few who may have traveled with him may tell of hidden treasures, and an elven city in the woods where he resides. Short History: Torien is hundreds of years old, he has acquired magic of the druids/rangers and is skilled with multiple weapons. He has been through wars, escorted beautiful ladies, and obtained more than his fair of treasures from those he has vanquished. Yet little of his past has spilled into the dark side, remaining at times chaotic good in his past to a more neutral good in his more ancient years. Plots: Escorting YC on the woodland roads from bandits, saving her, joining yours on some quest or errand. Or even battling YC and taking her as captive with benefits.
This character is more for action and plot than the smut.
- The Winged One vs Demons -
Theme: 1.) A fallen angel or former elf/human who was turned into this winged state. 2.). An Avriel fantasy creature (Standing trials) Location: Will be found in Fantasy realms where demons are abundant, or where evil has taken over much of the world and reshaped those upon it along with its devourment. Plots: Useable to find and or save fallen angels. To save from demons and those who would eat, or victimize her in use. Can also be used to capture YC
- Orcs and Monsters -
A.) Orcs begin raiding beyond their territory, where travelers/merchants are known to pass along "safe" roads. They thus will be the first to be pillaged and taken captive. The caravan YC is on will be one of these.
B.)Smut Heavy: YC is captured while raiding a human/elven city, and taken captive.
- Invisible man: -
Smut plot: He opted for a science project, for money of course. Had some slight side effects, one of them...They didnt mention. He turned invisible. He decides the chance to toy with YC ( neighbor, friend, rival, coworker, gym bunny, beach bunny, tan salon) is far too great to pass up. He starts just at her home? Touching her, doing whatever he wants to her. Then he decides he wants to have her wherever she goes.
- Of Piracy -
A.) YC is a RIVAL pirate captured during a sea battle, or even found at a tavern. She'll go along with what she must or find herself so intrigued and wanton for him that she gives in to his desires. B.) His ship disembarks a port, and your girl comes along for the ride. For one of many reasons of your choosing, maybe even something flattering, like she fell in love with him at the tavern. C.) YC was taken prisoner by one of his more darker men just recently, and is discovered hidden away below decks, so he takes her for himself before she is ruined etc. D.) A dream of your own that will lead to your sought after romance. E.) YC is rescued from a stranded/attacked ship, and makes some deal to be taken onto his ship. Captured, ransomed, respect given till she's handed over etc.
-Writing Samples-
-Long n Smutty-
-‡- Such a delicious woman she was becoming for him to share his home with. Such exquisite curves, exposed flesh in such ways that his desirous thoughts favored his sensations to a point that bled of need and desires that continued to build and strengthen to the inner reaches of his core. A core that grew all the more solid within the rigid wall of his abdominals that were held tense. Tension that was anchored well into those thick earthed thighs that were laiden with an expanse of darkening long curling hairs. His breaths continued, though held as her hand took him into the softness of her touch, much softer than his. All the more eager for her to touch it than himself.
Then her words were heard, whether she was cursing him or not he could not tell, yet she was so wet, her nectar thickened the air as her moans elicitly reached his ears through the warming air. A desirous sigh passed through his breath, content that she was not the sort of woman who would bitch him out, or be the complete opposite of what she was being now, all so cooperative, all so willing. She even began to speak to him as a lover with her further words. Words that were heard muffled some into the smooth sheets she was pressed down upon. Yet she chose the position, and the view was one he would not pass up at all.
It was whilst the flesh beneath his bearing hands were felt shaking, that he wondered more about her, was she being afraid to confess her feelings for him? Was she afraid of how big he was, and whether it would hurt, or if he would use it so wrong inside of her as men were known to do? A curl sinfully crept along his sun-darkened features. Features which were still stubbornly handsome in their shaven state. The palms of his hands then seared over the blissful curvings beneath their grasp. Reveling in being able to feel her bare flesh, kneading her skin beneath the dragging of his claiming hands.
"…mmhmmm..then you shall have me," Words were spoken in that same depthedly smooth tone. A tone that was layered with confidence, and bearing the rumble of a man who needed her, craved for a woman like her, and had her now, finally, again for the remainder of the night. Further sweet words of such were put off till their more carnal interests were fed, and satiated.
That raging length of his phallus was felt thristling with thickness, eager and wanton to be inside of her as it swelled, and grew more and more slick along the glans rounding end that her own fingers led to further the pressure his own body had been giving a moment prior. A grumble of resistance was blown into the air, foreplay could be enjoyed another time. Carnalities loomed below, impatience passed through his thoughts, and solved the little problem with his hands as he siezed her hips, and pulled her towards him. A reveling breath was held in, succeling at the air sweetened with the aroma of her nectar below, or those other scents she had mystically woven for him to breath.
Desires bled through him, cravingly his hips began forcing the penetration of his spearing manhood into her body. Prying his way into her womanly core till he could feel those puffy petals dragging along the veined riddled pillar of his heated muscle. He gave her then a moment to feel it, throbbing inside of her, before he shoved it further into the delicacies her body was providing for him to enjoy, and partake of. Sating that inner most lust and eagerness to be inside of her, more, and more was persuaded into those sheathing surroundings. Gentle was he with her..yet he wanted it all inside of her, further, and further he urged his cock forward as an icy heat began to erupt along that swelling elongation. A gratuitous groan reverbrating into the air from his parting lips as the echos of his pleasures were released for her to hear as well as feel.-‡-
- 3 Para Smutt-
-‡- An in another instant, she actually leapt off of the bed and got away from him. The sensation of her nectar clinging upon the end of his phallus was still felt, perhaps, the moistness of it still clung upon the plum-sized cocks end, all that was visible in the air from the distance that she ran off to. Yet he didn't let it linger, he twisted off of the bed like a lithe feral being. Muscles along his abdominals twisting his robust thighs back into use to stand, and hesitate upon wha to do next.
Codi eyed her whilst she spoke to herself, to him, dare he say something? Nah, not yet at least. Yet he did approach her, the scent of his musk permeating the air towards her right as she left to take a shower. Attentively his eyes devoured her wanton curves as water sent its glistening sheen along her form. He joined her of course only moments later.
Was it the water? Or was it his hands that reached towards her to feel along her petite sides. reveling in being able to touch and carress such a lustful beauty. Letting his hands ascend till the soft sultrous mounds of her bosom could be encased, and pressed upon slowly by wanton fingers. Would she notice? Would she respond to the touch of her nipples as they were skimmed against the rougher lines along his palm?
- Narrative Plot -
-‡- Torienthos was given a quest, one that was not known to the royals, her guards, or anyone she had met on her travels. Save perhaps a fortune teller, or seer with the aid of some magic. For he was aligned with the forest, the spirits that weaved their own magic in its' midsts, and the silent gods that weaved their fingers into plots and caused chaos, as well as preservation upon the souls of mortals. It had been before that day that the spirits had whispered upon his ears. Whilst he had been solaced within the serene surroundings of a hidden waterfall that only some of the druidic elves knew of who were of the area. Druids whom he conversed with when he visited them, and shared their secrets with as some of their skills had become his own in his years. Elves lived an inevitably lengthy life, if they stayed alive, they could become quite the skilled individual. Yet with the wisdom, and experience of the higher elves who lived in cities, and strived in commerce, and the ways of throngs of others, it was a wonder why the princess had only a squad of soldiers with her.
Royal guards were assumed to be of the best in skill and loyalty to the throne. Perhaps they were, and too heavily outnumbered. Or perhaps there was magic involved, or the presence of the hounds that had tipped the scales. Just who were these humans who bled to cause chaos upon the elves. Elves who would be killed with such malice and evil morals. Such humans were best to be killed, and removed from the earth so their chaos would not ensue, and harm others in coming days.
There was a whispering of the winds that spoke to him in the heights of the trees. Trees that rose up with an age that perhaps bested that of many an elf. Thick were the eldest of them, intermingled with younger ones that were rooted amongst the thristle of bushes and overgrown vinery below. The roadway wove through it along its outskirts, where the ancient trees were not so dense, where the younger ones were still growing, and slowly developing along the plains further beyond that led to mountainous ridges, and grand seas. The whisperings though, beguiled his attentions as it led him through the weave of branches and limbs that were light enough to bear an elven warrior laiden with weapons and his armor. Yet the few that his dextrous steps would cross upon would barely shift as pressure was given upon it. Just enough to adjust this balance, and pivot himself onto a larger one that could bear his weight. It had become a practiced means of traversing thicker woods. Faster than any horse, or human could move along the earthen ground below.
The spirits thus led him onwards, until the sounds of men groaning from wounds, grunting from glorious exertions as others were killed. And the sounds of a female dimly reached his ears from within a carriage that came into sight with the passing of the next few moments. Sun-darkened fingers slowed with his descent upon a chosen branch that shifted not with the easing of his weight upon it in full. The weight of his cloak pursued him, then fell behind him with its's darkening guise. Giving him a clearer perception of being another shadow in the heights of the trees whilst he let it settle over the burl of shoulders with it's concealment. A jutting of limbs taken from a dead tree were embedded upon a pauldron upon the shoulder of his freed arm. An arm that reached behind him to unharness the bow that was hidden along his back where quivers, blades and tricks of his trade were secreted and fastened.
The last of the elven guards were killed off in a most unjust fashion. The hounds were beyond their ability, a rare creature that not many a soldier would be experienced at fighting in his career. The new threat bested them it seemed. It was a shame, yet so was her fate for bringing so few guards. Maybe the roads were deemed safe from such humans, and they had stalked her from their more distant lands. Thus they would be an unexpected danger, one that was costing them their life.
There was still time to save the princess. His hand that touched upon the bark of the branch beneath him sent the inkling of his own spirit to pour into it, and intermingle with that of the trees that spanned out, and set with the roots, and vines along the earthen ground below. In moments, the ground began to rumble beneath the humans boots. Then the sound of the earth tearing apart in several places shook the ground and set them off balance where they stood. Vines erupted from the ground, some green, sleek, and lethal. Others aged, gnarled, and too thick to hack with a blade. These swept upwards, and twisted around the humans, pulling them from the earthen ground they had been sleeping within. Some of the humans were snapped like twigs as bones were broken and they were pulled to the earth as if they were to be pulled into the ground where the vines came from. Others were lashed at by the sleek green lengths. Blood began seeping from wounds, blades were sent to defend themselves, and maybe, one or two were quick enough to escape.
From above and beyond, his longbow was drawn before him. The etched engravenings along its wooden length began to awaken with its own magic. An aura of a dark blue haze ebbed from it pulsingly as it was wielded. As an arrow was drawn from his quiver with similar engravings. An arrow that glowed with a dark lethality that consumed the air around it as it was released, and whizzed through the air. One of the hounds yelped as it's skull was crushed, as the arrow lethally sent blood spurting from it's burying path through demonic flesh and blood. Sending the creature crumpling to the ground below. The others followed, the shots took only a few breaths to complete their marks. Yet their precision was most accurate and intended to kill with each shot of such an expertly crafted arrow.
- Softcore Erotica-
-‡- The crystalline spray stirred a continual mist into the air in front of them as he reminded the smaller young woman who the man was. Who was in control of her body whilst her mind was so quick to scold him for sending her into the waking downpour of cold showering waters. Water that now cascaded down the sensual slenderness of her back that was his to eye as he sought to. A back that a hand reached up to touch, as he beheld it from his position. Tasting her flesh with his fingers as droplets of cooling water came to greet their paths upwards. Sliding along glistening flesh further above till the curtaining streaks of her hair came beneath them, plastered onto her flesh with the water just moments prior.
-"I want you wet.."
-The feel of her body aching for him was felt through her. Reminding him that she still yearned for him, that she still wanted him. And agreeing with her words that she was still his as he'd wish it. It was most pleasing to hear her words come so submittingly to his cravings. Such a beautiful creature in front of him was still delicate. Perhaps forbidding him from ravishing her as her touch was led to his cheek, and felt in a manner that perhaps begged him to be careful with her. Before her spirit perhaps gave in, and would let him do as he sought. Breaths were released along her neck, warm and rumbling with an inner tide that sought to ravage her little being. Lips disturbed the skin that led to her ear above. A hand caught by her own as she sought to grasp upon the handles of her body below. One of her own thus was led through an entwinement of his fingers between her own. Longer, stronger, and leading her smaller hand upwards to sweep beneath the front of her neck, along her throat to smoothen upwards and beneath the beauty of her features.
-Her neck was canted at all the more of an angle, exposing her skin in front of him, so his lips could begin to pridefully kiss, and lick along her flesh. Tasting her, indulging in his desires to bring those inner desires he knew were hidden within her out once again. Below, her other hand was led into a similar entwinement of lengths and tips. Sweeping along the naïve curviture of her waist to lunge downwards to sift through her muff, and press along her tummy in a bidding descent. Luring her hips to angle all the more towards him, luring her further into the fold of his forearm that tighteningly embraced along the side of her waist to return towards his body pinning her against him.
-This embrace, then sensually pulled her towards him all the more firmly, till that boding insinuation of his passion could heatedly delve into those preparing partitions of her wetness. Delving inside of her to rekindle what he had started earlier in the day. His thighs tightened in his stance. Muscles clenching into pillars of strength and muscles behind her that his embracing arm pulled her against. Pulled that soft cushioning fill of her derrierre to spoon against in their nakedness. Then above, his tongue lavishingly picked on the lobe of her ear. Cradling the other side of her visage into the palm of their entwined hands. He blissfully lured her ear to his lips. Succeling the morsel of flesh to breathe and taste with the tauntings of his licks and kissing of his pressing tiers.
-"…I will torture you…with pleasure..until you take me inside of you..and bring me pleasure..which you do with ease..," Rahmors words were laced with a melancholy of dreading inner passions that sought to feast upon her delicacies. Yet he worded them in ways that promised her he would enjoy himself regardless of whether she turned bold or not.
-Twas afterwards, that her hand was led from above to descend along the appealing beauty of her body. Water that still cascaded in warming paths along her beautiful body allowed the movement to glide all the more smoothly with wetness. His fingers luring hers to capture one of her breasts into his cuppling grasp. Weaving the morsel of succulable flesh into the cadence of 10 fingers, and their many tips that raked softly, deliciously along the round flesh. To slide it out of its state of rest, and into a sensual dance of sliding and aching squeezes. Water continued to drip and add to his cuppling carressments from above as he'd continue.
-His lips returning to desiriously lick and pluck at the flesh of her ear, and down along her neck as her breaths were listened to. Were used to tease her, and weave his attentions upon her when he felt them held in. As if to build her inner sensations all the more deeper until her breath was heard again. Short, treadings of ravishings that deliciously were played upon her body. His own muscles flexing, and leaving himself cocooned between her thighs below where he knew and felt it throbbing in rigid anticipation.
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