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Dec 13, 2021
Bumps now with current cravings in them!!
Desires:

  • Advanced literate writer, in the usually at least 3 or more para range, on the hunt for same.
  • At the start of a RP I tend to reply several times a day to really kick it off, then, depending on IRL stuff, I will teeter between several replies a day still or at least one post every 8 days.
  • I want forceful romance, so I want dubious not-exactly-above-board interactions, but I do also what the characters to have a -relationship- as well. All sexual scenes should be followed with some sort of aftercare even if it is also dubious/lewd in nature.
  • Curvy x muscular. MC's physique will range between this to this, No less but sometimes more than that spectrum, while I am looking to play -against- body types like this or more muscular than that. A big or even huge height difference is also favorable. Monsters also welcome (but only bipedal/humanoid ish)


Stories:


Submissive Succubus:
MC's blood runs half hellion, but she's eager to live up to her mother's reputation. The matriarch of the family even off in the underworld running her own region of land due to her success. Yet, MC was both raised and lives on earth. She's tried, over and over, to be a seductress but, when a being with carnality in her veins starts...getting all blushy and can't maintain eye contact after a kiss starts including tongue it's...a challenge to get ahead in the erotic mana-gathering business.

This story has many possibilities.
-Could be modern with her falling for a human man who offers himself up for her to 'practice' but ends up teaching her how to find sexiness in submitting, either intentionally doing so or just taking the reigns fully due to her shyness.
-Could be a human man she was trying to seduce in his sleep but he's naturally take-charge and turns the tables on her each time, and she finds herself coming back over and over again, till he reveals to her that he knows she's real.
-Could be a fellow demon trying to help her out but with a similar plotline to offering to help her practice.
-It could be a fantasy setting and she runs into a demon hunter or other non-human.

Though even though she's a succubus I would still want romance between the characters, perhaps possessiveness from YC to MC that would keep her from actually using what she learns on others.


Demonic Dom Summoning:
A witch, Fantasy or modern, summons a demon.

Regardless of her ambitions, the fiend she has conjured has different, more graphic, ideas.

We could make it to where MC summoned YC on purpose for carnal reasons, perhaps not feeling she has time to take a lover to satisfy herself, or being to bashful but needing some kind of relief, or, perhaps MC has power-related aspirations though she's not about to sell her soul for such things, and YC thinks of other things she can do for his 'price'.


Mermaid In The Erotic Net:
An adventuring barbarian (YC) is just living his life, trying to survive, or perhaps routinely goes on missions, but one day, he's out fishing, casting his net and using nothing but pure muscle to wrestle his catch back in, but, this time, there's something a bit more fighty in there.
YC pulls up a mermaid (MC), having gotten lost from her pod from the oceans and somehow deep into the streams of this continent.
YC could probably help her back to the sea, but as he looks at how the net fits around her curves, forcing her hands down against those slope-like sides, the barbarian can't help but think they would much rather keep his catch, so that positions like this could be utilized it...better ways.
This could be more consensual with YC guiding MC all the way back to one of the far-off beaches and wrestling with letting her go when they have gained a romantic relationship through their ventures, or, more dubious where YC says he'll help her but he takes her more-and-more inland, with all intentions of keeping this watery beauty to himself as he seduces her.


Succubus 'Ghost':
Inspired -heavily- by Lady K and The Sick man.

MC is descended from a succubus, though, long descended. Great-Great-Great grandmother descended. Though, despite the distance, this otherworld fiend is a family woman and checks in on her human-relatives often.

MC is...a little uncomfortable with her lineage, what with how her libido is a constant nuisance to her day to day, but other wise she does her best to be an upstanding person in her life.

Then...one day, she wakes up in the attic of someone's house, confused to find her powerful-relative with a apologetic expression.

The 'old woman' lost a bet, saying she bragged about her great-grand-daughter, and how she would be a wonderful seductress if only she applied herself, but when a fellow demon lord told her to 'prove it', the demoness allowed them to bind her to the house until she can successfully seduce and drain the man living there.

Shenanigans ensure.

The way in which it is like Lady k and The Sick man, is that, MC has no idea how to seduce, so while she lives away in his attic, he starts to believe he is being haunted, not knowing the real story.

He approaches the scenario pretty much exactly as the man in the comic does. Lack of fear, straight forward, and happy to over stimulate his 'poltergeist'. The way that 'Sick man' approaches touching 'Lady K' in the doujin is very much what I am looking for when it comes to the erotic element. Forceful but with a certain amount of affection and praise that only grows as he gets to explore her body, and near sexual-exhaustion with the way he pursues and touches and touches.

An extra, and funny, caveat being that, what with YC taking charge every time they interact, technically, no matter how often/much they have sex, it doesn't technically count as -her- seducing -him- so she keeps being bound to his house/him.





Kinks:
(open to more)

  • Kissing, passionate or sloppy
  • Dubious Domination
  • Loving Possessiveness
  • Clothed sex
  • Tribbing/Siccoring
  • Light Coercion
  • Light crying (fear or pleasure tears, not from intense pain)
  • Alcohol use
  • Praise, Receiving
  • Hand cuffs
  • Gentle Dom
  • "Good girl", Receiving (especially erotic when MC is actually actively squirming/'fighting' to get away)
  • Foreplay/outer play
  • Stuckage
  • Pinned down, Receiving
  • Nipple/Breast play
  • Pussy worship, Giving and receiving
  • Cock worship, Giving
  • Oral, Giving and receiving
  • Deep throating, Giving
  • Aftercare, Receiving
  • Sexual exhaustion
  • Edging (-No- ruined or fully denied orgasm)
  • Suspension play
  • Biting
  • Primal Play
  • Breeding (Needs to be agreed on before hand)
  • Risky sex (without ever actually getting caught)
  • Eagerness
  • Aphrodisiacs/Pheromones
  • Hickies/Bite marks (Everywhere -except- on the breasts.)
  • Tantric
  • Dub-con
  • Clit-play (Required for erotica!)




My No List:
Rest assured, I will decline any and all of these upon suggestion.

  • God-Modding/Controlling each others characters, or narrating their emotions
  • Polyamory/Me playing more than one main romanceable character
  • Violent NonCon
  • Face/Tit slapping
  • Canon characters
  • Animals/Minors/any-person-or-creature-not-capable-of-consent being involved during smut-and/or-romantic scenes
  • Incest
  • Scat/Bathroom play
  • ABDL
  • Intense sadism (AKA; Deep needs-stitches-cuts, amputations, bone-breaking, etc. NOTE: Action, as in non-sexual violence when needed for plot is different though!)
  • Snuff
  • Bimbofication/Forced feminization
  • Cheating
  • Cruel Domination
  • -Intentional- Degradation/Humiliation (Some scenarios could technically be considered inherently degrading, but it's the aspects of specifically wanting MC to experience those emotions in RP, or using 'humiliate' and 'degrade' in the narration, that I do not enjoy. Feeling uncomfortable/coerced/intimidated/even scared but turned on is enjoyable, but shame and humiliation specifically doesn't hit right with me.)
  • MC not being brought to orgasm
  • Name calling MC (Examples, nothing in the realm of: Whore, slut, bitch, cum dump, breeding hole, etc..not even a fan of being called a brat or naughty)
  • You playing a non-muscular character
  • Short intro OOC messages, please don't. I need to hear your own ideas and see your writing style before I will agree to RP with you.
  • Real life face-claims
  • Anything that directly contradicts my 'About Me' list




Writing Samples!

It felt like she was trying to bulldoze a brick house with just her dimitive body. An absolutely useless endeavor.
And the stuned outrage was quickly making way for full out panic. Brilliant viridian eyes bulging and looking owl-like due to her glasses as she felt that mitt of a hand slithering it's way upwards...and she knew exactly where it would be headed.
She attempted to shift herself side to side at the waist to stay out of reach, her breasts pushing into the car like sponges at a car wash, but of course it didn't stop those same giant fingers from kneading upwards, muscling between steel and cushion until those digits were lifting the weighty squishy tit into it's clutch.
His hand was huge, but still not -quite- big enough to envelope her entire breast. The doughy flesh spilled between his fingers, as though bread being kneaded before baking, the springy orb molding right back into place whenever his fingers moved to a new spot.
The sensation causing her hidden nipple to become stimulated, the nub pushing forward through her bra, creating a small point from beneath her top.

His gravelly voice had her maroon brow furrow.

So the beast's name was...Wyatt?

Gods, that didn't sound eldritch horror enough for the moniker of what was currently acousting her.

Though that thought didn't stay in the forefront of her mind long because the distinct feeling of a cock, a -inhuman- cock spreading her cheeks through her skirt was quickly there to take it's place.

She even felt the slippery sensation of pre-joy slipping out and rolling in droplets down the back, leaving a murky salacious stain, to the point she felt a bit dribble onto the middle rear of her dense thigh.

Fuck, oh gods.

The panic was driving her brain to drag-racing speeds, trying to think of how to get herself out of this situation since it was clear physically she had no chance.

"W-Well, Wyatt, uh, I'm Lily, nice to meet you, now that we've met I think you can quit this prank and just let me– Ah!~" A sensual moan intruded on her rather ridiculous attempt at trying to force reality to bend to her own sense of denial when that other hand firmly yet almost delicately played against the snow stalks of her thighs, gliding between them, but, even as she locked them closed, trying to gate off her pelvic garden from entry, the pads of two digits eventually tickled their way through to her treasure-quim, her closed legs really just making a small gorge of softness for him to fondle through.

And, mortifyingly, what awaited his wolfish tips was a -wet- bundle of folds.

Of course, she just had to be the sort of woman whose honeypot leaked in both fear -and- arousal.

Her form of plentiful bends naturally reacting to the grind of something girthy over her rump, so as he pushed and pulled over the length of her pussy, the satin of her panties was soggy and clinging to her petals, along him to feel the exact shape of her tulip nethers.
Unknowingly being his 'imprinted mate', the smell of literal honey was heavy and wafting up from her groin, searching out Wyatt's nose like the aroma of cookies towards a cartoon character.

Lightening zipped up to the synapses in her brain as she tried to resist the fact that pleasure had struck her. Biting down on her tongue to suppress her moan.

Oh god, this couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening!

He confirmed what she had already begun to gathered, though the last few moments she had heavily pretended just couldn't be true, his voice like rolling thunder that made her cherry hair feel like it was fluffing up like a scared cat.

A helpless quarry in the primitive hunter's net.

A werewolf.

A fucking werewolf.

(...poor choice of words...)

The bottom of her now pervertedly soiled skirt rolled over the top of her tush, and the two vanilla buns were exposed with nothing but a small strip of ebon panties inbetween his hotrod and her 'entrance and exit', or, what she -hoped- would stay an 'exit'.

Lily went full fright, and instead of trying to push backwards, or side to side, she made a last ditch attempt.

She tried to crawl upwards.

As in, over the car.

Her feet scrapped against the driver's side door and her fingers clawed into the top of the vehicle while she tried to scramble away like a bunny out of a den that was on fire.

She was barely able to lift herself, in fact, as though doom were a malevolent god working against her, she only managed to hop enough to let his member sliiide down those milky cheeks, being hugged at either side, stroked by her ass really, before the prong of that meaty root nudged down, naturally, against the drenched spot of her underwear, her little flowerbud, her engorged-against-her-will clit throbbing into his fingers, for as though her limbs were in clear protest to the goings on, the bead of her pure bliss was...already rather fond of these turn of events.

Her pussy a betrayer of her mind and body.

Fay was touched when just before she was treated to her own meal, Olvith went out of his way to get a cushion beneath her knees, flashing him a brief and almost wholesome smile of appreciation, though, then she was off to her impassioned duty.

Once she began, the bit of praise that erupted from his slowly uneven breath sent a nice line of goosebumps down her spine, feeling his strong body looming over hers as he allowed her free rein
She breathed through her nose, to aid in getting used to how tight he fit into her. Fay stilled her drumming heart beneath her heaving blessed chest, breathing harshly as she knew she would need all the air in her lungs she could muster at this point.

The satin skinned woman with her long river of hair breathed deeply through her nostrils, and then she pushed her head forward. With a loud 'sluuurp' she stuffed him half way into her mouth, her saliva beginning to leak from between her constricting lips and his burning cock. Her shoulders jerked and her gag reflex flared briefly, her eyes closed tight as she resisted the urge, focusing.

It was ok, she knew what to do, she hadn't had the best line of partners from her past, but she did think herself at least skilled when it came to pleasing, always the considerate lover. She drew her head back after only pulling him in half way, knowing she needed to allow herself to get just a little more used to Olvith's engorged prick. She used the full capacity of her lungs, pulling on the barely loose skin as she dragged her lips over the circumference of his dick, the friction pulling at him. The pressure was so strong that when she finally pulled off of him again, a loud and quick 'POP' resonated in the air around her.

Fay gasped and then huffed, her pillowy breasts the size of round melons shaking and shuddering, her crimson face so hot she knew there -had- to be smoke rising from her flesh and spit had collected at either side of her lips, in fact, a small power-line of saliva was hanging onto her lips on one side while the other connected to the very tip of his thick schlong.

Though as soon as her mouth parted from his manhood her right hand suddenly stroked upward, her wrist twisting so as to disperse the caress around the whole perimeter of his length, and her left hand let go of his wonderfully strong side in order to dip down, and it found his testicles again, taking them both in her smooth palm, fingers pressing down onto them, massaging the orbs until she gave them a careful but firm squeeze, making sure he remained attended to as she panted and caught her breath.

Her hand gave his head two deeeeep pumps, other palm still rubbing his jewels, and she knew it was time, big breath, aaaaand

Her mouth opened wide, tongue lolling out to make extra room, and once more his cock was being forced into her narrow soft lips, her mouth muscle swiping left and right as to give extra friction to the underside of his delectable stick. She slipped down his girth, her hand stroking down right below her suckling mouth, dispersing her drool that dribbled downward all along his erection, the way his salty taste hit her causing more and more spit to accumulate to help lube his manhood.

Fay made it half way, her left hand continuing to rub his balls, a constant caress, but she moved her right hand up to his stomach, completely out of her way, shivering briefly when she felt the stone formation of his torso, and then, she dove down on him.

His head struck the back of her sopping velvet throat, being trapped so tightly in her inner neck muscles it was like she was strangling this thick muscle of his. Her eyes teared up from the pressure...the...the lovely pressure. The maiden had bobbed down on him so deeply that her nose was softly pressed against his stomach, not an inch of his dick left visible to the open air, all of it now housed snugly within her mouth and throat as tears rolled down her eyes, tears that were oddly...comfortable, it being from the pressure alone and no sense of turmoil, in fact the little streaks of wettness were almost soothing to her fired up cheeks. The spit that was seeping from her trailed down to his nuts, dripping of them.

Fay felt herself begin to gag, but instead of allowing herself to pull away, she kept herself in place, and she gurgled upon his manhood. Each spasm of her stuffed throat clenched around the hulking one's rod, clamping down on him harshly and a, 'Gluck Gluck Gluck' sound rumbled from her throat and around his cock, echoing against him.

With her other hand having nothing to do, she pulled it down and joined her already diligently working fingers, using both to squeeze and hold and massage his testicles like they were wonderful playthings meant for her rubbing enjoyment.

Finally, the last wave of elated rapture washed over her form, deflating, her soft chest heaving as she solidified the feeling of Rita's whimpers vibrating up into her pussy as she was made to wait until Selene felt like getting up, being agonizingly gradual even now that she was only in the afterglow of her full release. It felt amazing to feel the amazonian guild-mate struggle right into her moist clit in protest of, well Rita wasn't sure if it was the desire for the cleric to hurry and finish, or maybe something else, frankly her fogged brain wasn't able to care about anything but what she wanted.

After a moment even her grinding stopped, simply sitting, just relishing Rita's swollen and sopping wet mouth for one last second, her body still.

The healer then quickly smeared her pussy upwards, her open and dripping flower leaving a wet trail of vaginal fluid up Rita's face until her pelvis reached Rita's forehead, and then, Selene finally pulled her leg back up and over, un-straddlinging the battle-woman's mouth, and there laid a glistening line of Selene's juices, glistening in the moonlight, a light coat starting at the top of Rita's forehead, between her eyes, down her bronzed nose, of course a big puddle coating all over her swollen and used lips, and finally some trickling at her lovely brown chin.

The magic-user had practically marked Rita as her's with that smear of her liquid-orgasm.

She giggled joyfully at the sight, her strange wide-awake-yet-erotically-sleep-walking self speaking as though everything that was happening was 100% a-ok and welcomed, her sense of reasoning being struck down by the aphrodisiac at every turn, sometimes her ears not even processing the exact words Rita was using to object, the flower translating her words into just, 'playing hard to get'.

Selene turned towards the lower half of the bound muscle woman, her left hand reached down to collect a little caramel colored nipple between her index and thumb, giving it a playfully teasing, and rather rough, squeeze as she assured, "Alright alright~ Your tuuuuurn~" The rose-dusted woman gave the nipple, and the small breast, a bit of a tug as her weak but still somehow standing legs wobbled towards Lexi's still bent and presented open legs. She did release the little nub once she was walking around her stony hip though, it bouncing back into place after the little stretch, and once again, found herself standing in front of Rita's crotch.

Her lust-clouded eyes widened briefly, processing the sight, blinking before her grin was somehow both cherub-like and yet, positively sinful.

"Oooooh~" Slowly Selene lowered herself between Rita thighs, her face coming closer and closer to her loins, until her gaze was level with that lewdly displayed crotch, "Wow Rita~" Selene lifted her right index finger, and laid it down flat along the exact center of her pelvis, the tip of her digit nuzzled into the mithril, pressing down on her clit, while the length of her finger was smushed down at the center of her folds, nuzzling between her hidden lower lips, and as she did so, a crude squelching wet sound could be heard as she saw for herself that the brunette's own arousal was so intense that the fabric of her teeny undergarment was soaked to the point it was practically see through, "You got this excited just from eating me out while being tied up?~" It was more of a rhetorical question as Selene was now sitting on her lower legs, getting comfortable between the hanging groin before her, and her right hand reached for those little tassels of her bikini with the tufts of fur fasted at her left hip, and easily, with two little pulls, she untied the cloth and was able to move the garment without ripping it, keeping her legs nicely tethered still and then the small clothes, kind of similar to her own skirt and underwear, was left to hang on her thigh, again like a hook-on-a-wall, undressing her fully now, well, besides her boots, those could stay on.

"I think you might have gotten even wetter than I did~" Selene's hot breath was cascading over Rita's bare and swollen womanhood, looking at it so directly, nowhere to hide with the almost figure-8 design of vines curled about each thigh with knees continuing to be bent up above, "Let's check~" Selene chirped.

Her index and middle finger rose up-up, until both digits nuzzled in-between Rita's petals, straightened and aligned just right, the nectar so slick, leaving the barbarian's slit so ready, and with very little reluctance, Selene jammed both digits into Rita's pussy till she was buried down inside her to the knuckle.

A vulgar sopping 'pap!' sound erupted as the amount of elixir gathered there was like sticking her hand into a smoothie, and Bubble's eyes rolled back into her head as she sighed, the sound music to her ears as she bent her two prodding fingers to poke-poke at that hidden place of pleasure that some women possessed.

"Mmmmmm~ Yup, you definitely like this don't you?" Again, Selene was barely able to hear Rita, to really hear her passed the aphrodisiac's influence, so she wasn't really asking, and as though to simply prove herself right, she slooooooowly dragged her finger backwards, fingers a-wiggling to trace the contours of her vaginal walls, playing with them until her little starlight and Rita-lubbed fingers were only submerged up to her (thankfully clipped) nails, and then, SLAMMING them back inside, inserting down to her knuckles, though this time preemptively curved to find that back-hidden-button, jabbing at it with another wet slapping. She chuckled heavily, vocal cords still somehow coated in lechery hunger, not yet truly satisfied, as she began to force her fingers in and out, in and out, iiiiiiiiiiiin and oooooooooout of Lexi's slit, the echo of the drenched 'slap slap slap' as she finger-fucked the sun-kissed amazon resounding all around them, almost harmonizing with the gentle chirp of the evening-cricket.
 
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