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last updated: 04/03/2023
last updated: 04/03/2023
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June stared out of the window. Even though her eyes focused on something moving outside, she was lost in her own mind. Her arms sneaked around her waist. She hugged herself protectively, her nails digging into her sides and holding onto her jacket. Spilling the truth out to Alec felt like standing on the ledge and being afraid to jump. She didn't know what was waiting for her at the bottom, and staring into the dark abyss made her want to reconsider her decision. She wanted to take a step back; her knees felt weak, her stomach flipped, and she began to rethink if it was really worth it. One part of June was relieved. It felt good to tell him how she felt, admit that she never really got over him and that in her eyes, he was the one meant for her. She wanted them to try to be more than just friends. It was scary to confess that she loved him, but telling him those three little words made her finally feel free, and jumping down from the ledge, for the first time, didn't feel terrifying anymore. She knew it was the right thing to do.
There was no weight on her shoulders, crushing her and making her bury her feelings deep inside her, afraid that one day she will slip up and the truth will come out without so much as a warning. The other part of her was worried. She didn't know how Alec was going to react, what he would say. She was afraid that his feelings for her were long gone and that he gave up on waiting many years ago. She didn't want to hear that this was not the right time again, that they had to wait a little longer. Worse, she didn't want to hear that the right time will never come and that she just should give up the hope that someday they will be able to be together.
She shifted her weight from one leg to another. She didn't hear Alec stand up, she didn't notice him approach her either. She only realized that he was right behind her when he said her name. It made June snap out of her thoughts. She didn't turn around. Her mind was suddenly empty and quiet. All her focus was now on him, even if her eyes were still glued to the window. As she listened to him talk, her heartbeat started picking up pace. It felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest because he was telling her all the right things even if his sentences were messy and kept jumping from one thing to another. When he kissed the back of her head, she started feeling weak in her knees as if she was going to collapse. She realized that it was not the kiss she wanted to get from him. Suddenly, all she could think about was turning around, cupping his cheeks, pulling his face down, and pressing her lips against his. And although she wasn't sure if she was going to have the confidence to do so, she slowly turned around to face him.
Her eyes immediately started looking for his. When they locked and he leaned in, her arms dropped down. She froze. Her chest tightened for a moment, making it hard for her to breathe in. She forgot how it felt to be so close to him. A lot of time has passed since her face was inches away from his. She didn't realize how small the gap was until the tip of his nose brushed against her. She exhaled only when he told her he loved her. It was hard for her not to smile, so she bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes. Her cheeks started heating up and turning red. When he continued to speak, agreeing that they should try and give it a shot at being more than friends, she looked up. The next few seconds— his lips brushing against her and his arms sneaking around her, pulling her closer to him— happened as if in slow motion. This kiss was nothing like their first one. She could feel something gravitating and pulling her to him, wanting to be as close as she could as she pressed her body against his. There was no rush, no fear that she would run out of time and the moment would end before it could begin. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she got on her tiptoes. Her fingers got tangled somewhere in his hair on the back of his head. She didn't bother hiding her smile anymore because there was no way to get rid of it. Her lips parted as she tilted her head to the side. She didn't want to rush, she wanted to savor the moment as she toyed with him, allowing him to get a taste before breaking the kiss, giggling, taking a deep breath in and diving back in. His lips fit perfectly against hers. She melted into his embrace. Time stopped. All she could think of and craved was him.
When they finally pulled apart, June allowed her forehead to rest against his. There was a moment of silence. However, unlike the last time, there was no tension, and her head was spinning not because she was nervous but because she was happy. She couldn't believe that this was really happening. There was only one thought circling in her mind; it was worth waiting and holding onto the hope that eventually the time will be right for them. She opened her eyes and allowed her arms to slide down his sides before dropping down as she took a small step back. The smile, which she couldn't previously get rid of, was smaller but still stuck on her lips. She wiped the corner of her mouth and playfully glared at him, "You smudged my lip gloss."
June stared out of the window. Even though her eyes focused on something moving outside, she was lost in her own mind. Her arms sneaked around her waist. She hugged herself protectively, her nails digging into her sides and holding onto her jacket. Spilling the truth out to Alec felt like standing on the ledge and being afraid to jump. She didn't know what was waiting for her at the bottom, and staring into the dark abyss made her want to reconsider her decision. She wanted to take a step back; her knees felt weak, her stomach flipped, and she began to rethink if it was really worth it. One part of June was relieved. It felt good to tell him how she felt, admit that she never really got over him and that in her eyes, he was the one meant for her. She wanted them to try to be more than just friends. It was scary to confess that she loved him, but telling him those three little words made her finally feel free, and jumping down from the ledge, for the first time, didn't feel terrifying anymore. She knew it was the right thing to do.
There was no weight on her shoulders, crushing her and making her bury her feelings deep inside her, afraid that one day she will slip up and the truth will come out without so much as a warning. The other part of her was worried. She didn't know how Alec was going to react, what he would say. She was afraid that his feelings for her were long gone and that he gave up on waiting many years ago. She didn't want to hear that this was not the right time again, that they had to wait a little longer. Worse, she didn't want to hear that the right time will never come and that she just should give up the hope that someday they will be able to be together.
She shifted her weight from one leg to another. She didn't hear Alec stand up, she didn't notice him approach her either. She only realized that he was right behind her when he said her name. It made June snap out of her thoughts. She didn't turn around. Her mind was suddenly empty and quiet. All her focus was now on him, even if her eyes were still glued to the window. As she listened to him talk, her heartbeat started picking up pace. It felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest because he was telling her all the right things even if his sentences were messy and kept jumping from one thing to another. When he kissed the back of her head, she started feeling weak in her knees as if she was going to collapse. She realized that it was not the kiss she wanted to get from him. Suddenly, all she could think about was turning around, cupping his cheeks, pulling his face down, and pressing her lips against his. And although she wasn't sure if she was going to have the confidence to do so, she slowly turned around to face him.
Her eyes immediately started looking for his. When they locked and he leaned in, her arms dropped down. She froze. Her chest tightened for a moment, making it hard for her to breathe in. She forgot how it felt to be so close to him. A lot of time has passed since her face was inches away from his. She didn't realize how small the gap was until the tip of his nose brushed against her. She exhaled only when he told her he loved her. It was hard for her not to smile, so she bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes. Her cheeks started heating up and turning red. When he continued to speak, agreeing that they should try and give it a shot at being more than friends, she looked up. The next few seconds— his lips brushing against her and his arms sneaking around her, pulling her closer to him— happened as if in slow motion. This kiss was nothing like their first one. She could feel something gravitating and pulling her to him, wanting to be as close as she could as she pressed her body against his. There was no rush, no fear that she would run out of time and the moment would end before it could begin. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she got on her tiptoes. Her fingers got tangled somewhere in his hair on the back of his head. She didn't bother hiding her smile anymore because there was no way to get rid of it. Her lips parted as she tilted her head to the side. She didn't want to rush, she wanted to savor the moment as she toyed with him, allowing him to get a taste before breaking the kiss, giggling, taking a deep breath in and diving back in. His lips fit perfectly against hers. She melted into his embrace. Time stopped. All she could think of and craved was him.
When they finally pulled apart, June allowed her forehead to rest against his. There was a moment of silence. However, unlike the last time, there was no tension, and her head was spinning not because she was nervous but because she was happy. She couldn't believe that this was really happening. There was only one thought circling in her mind; it was worth waiting and holding onto the hope that eventually the time will be right for them. She opened her eyes and allowed her arms to slide down his sides before dropping down as she took a small step back. The smile, which she couldn't previously get rid of, was smaller but still stuck on her lips. She wiped the corner of her mouth and playfully glared at him, "You smudged my lip gloss."
[ WRITING PREFERENCES ]
01. Writing style, grammar and spelling.
Most of the time, I write in 3rd person, past tense. I feel the most comfortable in it. It makes me feel like I'm writing a story
instead of placing myself in the roleplay; that's why I prefer to avoid 1st person. My native language isn't English.
Because of that, when it comes to grammar and spelling, I don't mind occasional mistakes. Even though I proofread my posts,
double-check everything and try my hardest not to mess up, I know I probably still make silly mistakes all the time.
That's why I don't feel like I can be too harsh on other people's writing.
02. Post length and frequency.
I don't limit myself when I write. I don't push myself too much either. I don't want to force writing because it most likely will end up being terrible.
That said, I usually write at least 500 words per reply. Depending on the scene and what's happening in the roleplay,
I can write more or less (although it usually ends up being more). Either way, I try to write as much as I can and give my partner something to work with.
When it comes to how often I reply, it varies. If I can, I try to write at least one post per day in each of my roleplays. I don't expect you to do the same.
I don't give my partners a deadline either. Take as much time as you need. However, if you're busy, a short message telling me so is always appreciated.
It makes the time pass quicker when I know that you are busy and not just quietly losing interest in the plot and our roleplay.
03. Brainstorming.
I'm not the kind of person who likes jumping straight into roleplay. Before starting, I think we have to talk and figure out what exactly we want to do,
what are each other's preferences and limits. Plus, I feel like every idea and plot has to be altered no matter what if we want it to be a good fit for us.
For me, brainstorming doesn't even stop after we start the roleplay. I think it's good to check in with each other once in a while to make sure we're heading
in the right direction. But it doesn't mean I don't like surprises or twists in the roleplay. They are all fun and good to do once we get a feel of what we like
and what works for us.
[ LIKES ]
Genres: I'm most comfortable with a slice of life.
I obviously enjoy romance, and don't mind including a bit of drama to
spice things up. I'm not opposed to trying new things either. I would be down
to try genres like fantasy and adventure, a roleplay set in the dystopian future.
Just ask. I will probably will be up for it.
Characters, pairings and relationships:
I prefer playing as original characters because that's
when I have the most creative freedom. For my partner,
it's their choice who they want to portray: an original or
canon character. I'm okay playing against either.
When it comes to pairings and relationships, if the connection
between characters is platonic, I'm okay with all the pairings.
However, if romance is a part of our plot, I would want to stick
to M/F, F/F and F/NB pairings, and I prefer to have the female lead.
Kinks:
Forbidden romance;
Foreplay and teasing;
Very light bondage;
Spanking;
Name-calling, but in a loving, passionate manner;
Maybe a bit of choking;
Orgasm control and/or denial.
[ DISLIKES ]
I don't like gross liquids and smells. Any type of
bathroom play (scat, piss, vomit and etc.) is a no. I don't enjoy intense
horror, vore. Fetishes like foot or anal play (although we can discuss them)
aren't too fun for me either. Rape/non-con is something I would be
willing to talk about, but to actually include these themes in the roleplay,
we would have to have a good plot and reason.
Also, just a personal preference, if we are roleplaying, I would prefer if our main characters weren't under 18.
[ WHAT ELSE MY POTENTIAL PARTNER SHOULD KNOW ]
• The gender of the writer doesn't matter to me.
• My preference for erotica and story ratio is 30/70. All my roleplays are plot driven. I do enjoy writing erotica,
but it definitely isn't a priority for me. I believe that roleplaying same sex scenes over and over again can quickly
become boring.
• When it comes to character sheets, if you want to do them, I prefer to stick to the basics: full name, gender, age and face claim/description.
• When I'm in a rush, I tend to check new messages and because after that the alert disappears, sometimes I forget to reply.
In such case, please let me know if I haven't gotten back to you in a long time. It's most likely I got lost in all the messages and yours got pushed down.
And one last note, if you think we could be great roleplaying partners
and decide to send me a message, please don't just write a few sentences.
Tell me about your writing preferences (or you could just drop a link to
your thread), and let me know what do you expect from me. Do you have
an idea for a plot? If not, what kind of roleplay do you want to create with me?
What are your current cravings? Etc.
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