Tommy Valentine
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jan 21, 2017
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Introduction
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GoalIntroduction
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Our sexual roleplay doesn't have to revolve around sex.
I used to feel that everything was a buildup to sex. Now that I've spent some time figuring out just what I like in a roleplay, I've realized that penetration isn't the sexiest thing to me. One of the sexiest scenes I ever partook in was about a college girl who entered a seemingly abandoned house as part of her sorority hazing process. She gets held captive by a much older ex-convict who lives there and spends her night sitting in his lap and rubbing her tits all over his face while telling him all the naughty things she did in the past. There was plenty of sex, but I loved the lewdness of her passively shoving her chest in his face while he pried into her sexual past more than anything else that happened. I'm not looking for a roleplay that is rushed for penetration. I'm looking for one that's able to milk as much of our big kinks as it can.
Style
Let's not take a thousand posts to get naked.
Back when I had time to roleplay all day long, I didn't mind spending hundreds of posts building tension up to a rewarding climax. Sadly, I don't have that kind of time anymore. I'm no longer interested in spending page after page flirting and having the characters gauge if they're into each other. Now, I like to get right to the action in a manner that resembles writing out short-lived pornography. I'm happy to spend quality paragraphs setting the mood and pacing, but I'd like us to have some action progressing with each post. I'm totally happy with a blowjob lasting only two posts.
Housekeeping
I don't care what your actual gender is compared to the one you play. PMs only. We're both free to withdraw at any time and a notification would be appreciated. Don't contact me advertising your request thread.
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What to Expect
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ScheduleWhat to Expect
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I'm a busy person and have little free time at the end of my day.
Expect 1-2 posts a day that range from 1-2 paragraphs. If we're both around and free, I'm happy to do some back and forth. I understand people get busy, but if I can have a daily post from you, we'll likely go far.
Mood
This isn't an example of a roleplaying post. I'll only be controlling my character in a roleplay. For this scene, I'm controlling both just to give an example of the mood I'm aiming for. I would give greater detail to a character's internal thoughts and feelings if I were writing for just one.
Casey threw the drenched towel in the hamper and wrapped a fresh one around her still-drying curves. With the push of a button, her quiet hillside condo was filled with the almost violent roaring of her blow dryer against her blonde locks. It was another calm night for her until she heard a thump amidst the electronic whirring. She froze, feeling chills despite the hot air of the blow dryer in her face. She turned it off and slowly tucked it away, careful not to make a noise that could drown out anything new. She grabbed her phone and tiptoed out of her bathroom towards the sliding door of the living room that led to the patio area. She turned on her phone's flashlight and double-checked the locks. It was just as secure as she'd left it before taking a shower. She shined the light out towards the patio and couldn't make out anything besides the trees beyond her pool.
Click.
Her blood ran cold. The living room was now dimly lit. She turned toward her little reading area in the corner. A tall, burly man sat in her reading chair. He had pulled the chain of her standing lamp and illuminated her home. Eyes wide, the busty blonde's chest heaved as she started hyperventilating in front of the intruder. She opened her phone and only got as far as punching in '91' before the man's low, commanding voice filled the room.
"Put the phone down." Casey's fingers went numb. The man pointed no gun and drew no knife, he only sipped whiskey out of a glass he took from her kitchen. Fearing for her life, she gently placed her phone down on the arm of the couch next to her.
Something wasn't right. The man made no threats and brandished no weapon. Perhaps fear wasn't the only reason Casey was obeying.
The man patted his lap and suddenly Casey felt not a drop of dignity course through her veins. She walked like a marionette being tugged by strings of submission, inching towards the man in just her towel. The man made no move as Casey came close; she did the rest. Eyes troubled with panic and conflict, Casey didn't know what had possessed her as she straddled the man with her sturdy thighs.
He placed a firm, controlling hand against the bare portion of her back, drawing out a sharp gasp from Casey before he pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn't long before she pressed her body into his and even ran her hands through his hair. Minutes went by until the man grasped the back of her neck and pulled her lips away from his. Casey panted, her eyes glazed with longing tears. Something about her was starved. The man tapped into submissiveness not even Casey knew of herself.
"Open the towel and shake those tits."
Casey did as she was told, trembling hands clutching the fold of the towel and prying it open with fearfully jerked robotic movements. Her breasts jiggled free and she shamefully shook them about for the man, even propping herself up on her knees to shove them in his face. She barely knew what was going on and had no clue why she was giving in to the man so easily. Feelings of fear, shame, pleasure, and obedience flooded her face and she couldn't help but begin to weep.
The man's hands darted forward and palmed her ribcage, sliding up until they were warmly tucked under her large breasts. Casey cried at how good it felt and hated herself for how much she loved it as tears streamed down her rosy cheeks.
"Louder." Casey's soft crying turned to sobbing as she sat there in his lap naked, afraid, and putting on a troubled show. The shame of obeying this stranger's every whim made her blood run hot and her pussy quiver. The fact that it aroused her only made her cry harder which then aroused her even more. She was a horny, crying mess in his lap.
"Who's my chubby little whore?" The man stared into her crying eyes.
"M-me, I-I'm y-your ch-ch-chubby little wh-whore." Casey sealed her fate. Just like that, the man had a sex slave. He yanked the towel away from her waist and ravaged her all night long. He sucked on her little nipples till she nearly fainted, spanked her ass raw, and rubbed her pussy till she was on the verge of squirting. He forced her to shake her ass for him while he recorded it all with his own phone. He commanded her to make dinner and emptied his balls onto her tongue while he ate his meal like a king. He chased her throughout the home, whipping her with a towel until she had nowhere to run. He slapped her tits around till they were covered in red handprints. He forced her to ride him and tell him how much she loved being a little whore for a man she knows nothing about. He made her watch herself being tickled nude in the mirror. He grabbed her nipples and walked her through the halls till he found a good spot to fuck her. He degraded and humiliated her all night long. He fucked her like he'd known her for years; he was nobody, just a stranger who somehow knew Casey would melt like butter in his unwelcome hands. In her reading chair, over the arm of her couch, with her tits over the wooden railing of her patio, on her kitchen counter, legs spread wide with her back flat on the dining table, in the bathtub, in her own bed, the man fucked her every which way over every inch of her home. By the end of it, Casey was an unconscious sweaty mess in her bed, the sheets thrown about as cum gently dripped from her pussy.
He never gave her his name and by sunrise he was gone.
Write "Mood" in your initial PM to me so I know you read my request thread thoroughly.
Click.
Her blood ran cold. The living room was now dimly lit. She turned toward her little reading area in the corner. A tall, burly man sat in her reading chair. He had pulled the chain of her standing lamp and illuminated her home. Eyes wide, the busty blonde's chest heaved as she started hyperventilating in front of the intruder. She opened her phone and only got as far as punching in '91' before the man's low, commanding voice filled the room.
"Put the phone down." Casey's fingers went numb. The man pointed no gun and drew no knife, he only sipped whiskey out of a glass he took from her kitchen. Fearing for her life, she gently placed her phone down on the arm of the couch next to her.
Something wasn't right. The man made no threats and brandished no weapon. Perhaps fear wasn't the only reason Casey was obeying.
The man patted his lap and suddenly Casey felt not a drop of dignity course through her veins. She walked like a marionette being tugged by strings of submission, inching towards the man in just her towel. The man made no move as Casey came close; she did the rest. Eyes troubled with panic and conflict, Casey didn't know what had possessed her as she straddled the man with her sturdy thighs.
He placed a firm, controlling hand against the bare portion of her back, drawing out a sharp gasp from Casey before he pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn't long before she pressed her body into his and even ran her hands through his hair. Minutes went by until the man grasped the back of her neck and pulled her lips away from his. Casey panted, her eyes glazed with longing tears. Something about her was starved. The man tapped into submissiveness not even Casey knew of herself.
"Open the towel and shake those tits."
Casey did as she was told, trembling hands clutching the fold of the towel and prying it open with fearfully jerked robotic movements. Her breasts jiggled free and she shamefully shook them about for the man, even propping herself up on her knees to shove them in his face. She barely knew what was going on and had no clue why she was giving in to the man so easily. Feelings of fear, shame, pleasure, and obedience flooded her face and she couldn't help but begin to weep.
The man's hands darted forward and palmed her ribcage, sliding up until they were warmly tucked under her large breasts. Casey cried at how good it felt and hated herself for how much she loved it as tears streamed down her rosy cheeks.
"Louder." Casey's soft crying turned to sobbing as she sat there in his lap naked, afraid, and putting on a troubled show. The shame of obeying this stranger's every whim made her blood run hot and her pussy quiver. The fact that it aroused her only made her cry harder which then aroused her even more. She was a horny, crying mess in his lap.
"Who's my chubby little whore?" The man stared into her crying eyes.
"M-me, I-I'm y-your ch-ch-chubby little wh-whore." Casey sealed her fate. Just like that, the man had a sex slave. He yanked the towel away from her waist and ravaged her all night long. He sucked on her little nipples till she nearly fainted, spanked her ass raw, and rubbed her pussy till she was on the verge of squirting. He forced her to shake her ass for him while he recorded it all with his own phone. He commanded her to make dinner and emptied his balls onto her tongue while he ate his meal like a king. He chased her throughout the home, whipping her with a towel until she had nowhere to run. He slapped her tits around till they were covered in red handprints. He forced her to ride him and tell him how much she loved being a little whore for a man she knows nothing about. He made her watch herself being tickled nude in the mirror. He grabbed her nipples and walked her through the halls till he found a good spot to fuck her. He degraded and humiliated her all night long. He fucked her like he'd known her for years; he was nobody, just a stranger who somehow knew Casey would melt like butter in his unwelcome hands. In her reading chair, over the arm of her couch, with her tits over the wooden railing of her patio, on her kitchen counter, legs spread wide with her back flat on the dining table, in the bathtub, in her own bed, the man fucked her every which way over every inch of her home. By the end of it, Casey was an unconscious sweaty mess in her bed, the sheets thrown about as cum gently dripped from her pussy.
He never gave her his name and by sunrise he was gone.
Write "Mood" in your initial PM to me so I know you read my request thread thoroughly.
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Kinks
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Must HavesKinks
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- Voluptuous women
- Big breasts
- Breast play
- Twerking
- Embarrassed nude female with clothed male
- Forced nudity
- Dubious consent
- Degrading the woman
- Uncut cock
- No condom
More Kinks
- Cheesy plot
- Towel drop
- Tickling
- Chasing
- Titfucking
- Hotdogging
- Spanking
- Strangers
- Older male
No
- Ass play
- Toilet play
- Older woman
- Excessive dirty talk
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Face Claims
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I'm visual when it comes to women in roleplays. I like to leave men up to description and imagination.Face Claims
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If you only see one woman then she's what I'm craving.
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Pairings
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Cravings come and go. I'll normally have few pairings listed if not just one.Pairings
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Busty Girl x Older Housemate
- She walks around naked thinking she's got the place to herself when surprise: he's home. He pulls her into his room and insists he'll let her put some clothes on after she lets him play a little. It goes from "lemme see them" to "bounce them for me" to "twerk for me" to "let me feel them" to "just give it a kiss" to "just let me put the tip in" to "who's your daddy?"
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How to Proceed
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PM me with the following:How to Proceed
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- Pairing you're interested in
- Kinks of mine and yours you'd like to see
- Thoughts on the pairing and plot
- A writing sample if I can't find one from your threads
- Any accommodations you need me to make