Mx Female Sins of a Saint (Updated 6/2)

[Saint Saccharine]

Hey There.

There's a condensed TLDR version of this at the bottom, in case you don't want to read this essay.

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There's a million and ten ways to start something off. A thousand ways to say hello, a thousand ways to say it, and a thousand ways you can furrow your brow, or curl your lip. Unfortunately, none of those translate from the land of flesh and bone, to the stretched out space of ones and zeros. They're little more than words on a screen, lacking inflection and emotion alike. They can be read any way you like, and by reading them differently, you'll find that the vibe, the emotion, the feel of every word that comes after it changes. But, enough about that; unless you're here to explore the wonders of the human mind, and exactly how it works, we have more important things to discuss. I'll tell you who I am, what I do, and how I do it.

I'm a man in his mid-to-late 20's, who has a deep, deep, deep love for writing. I try and write something every single day, even if it's a single paragraph that makes no sense. I like to make things pretty, but between real life, and the constant desire to zone out, and stare at the wall for at least six hours a day, I simply don't have it in me to learn bbcode. So, I do what I can. I put things to the left, the right, sometimes I'll even blur them. Very neat. But that's neither here nor there.

I tend to be verbose (Bet you had no idea, huh?). My posts will more often than not match my partner, but my posts tend to be anywhere from the 800-1500 word range. If a scene calls for less, due to dialogue, sex, fighting, what have you, so be it. If a scene calls for more, you'll find yourself with more. Fun how that works, right? I like detail. I like it to the point that it's almost disgusting. There's never, ever, ever, any such thing as too much detail. And if anyone tells you otherwise, that's their preference and we respect that, but with me, in this house, with these sins? We love detail. I adore detail. The more, the better. And that goes for everything. I don't care if you go on a three paragraph tangent describing a throw-away person that neither of us will ever see again. If anything, I'll love you for it.

My posting frequency is difficult to pin down, even for myself. I'm almost always available for OOC communication, but that doesn't always translate to me being in the proper place, physically or mentally, to write. When I write a post, I like to devote every ounce of attention I have to it. So, it's possible that I won't post for a day, maybe two, three if things aren't going well at all. But that's very rare. Adversely, I can sometimes post several times a day. But it all depends on the story, the partner, the situation. You understand, I'm sure. You're pretty smart. Smart enough to see where this next part's going, at least.

What I like, and what I don't. I like lots of things. I don't dislike many things. It's hard for me to narrow the things that I do like down, but I'll try. I write Doms, and these doms range from Sadists with more apathy than Los Angeles has money, to Daddies who are absolute teddy bears. My favorite though, is the man that rests squarely in the middle. The man that will kiss your forehead while he chokes you. The man that whispers in your ear, and tells you how good you look while you're sobbing. The man that pulls you over his knee, rips an open palm across your ass, and tells you that you need to keep being a brat, because he loves breaking you. And then, when it's all said and done, he pulls you into his arms, brushes your hair behind your ear, and kisses you. He's a good man, deep, deep, deep...deep down. You just need to find him. I like curvier, shorter women. Brats, with plenty to grab onto, and sharp little tongues that cut as well as they lick. I made an F-List, and while it doesn't cover everything, it covers the important things. You can find that here.

Below, I'll lay out a few ideas, a few plots, nothing special. Just things that are floating around in my head that sound good at the time. None of these are set one way or another; so by all means, come to me with suggestions, additions, add-ons, subtractions, multiply it if you're able, divide it if you're brave. What I'm trying to say is, all of these plots are open for discussion. That's all there is to say for now, I suppose. If you enjoy music, send me your favorite song at the moment, and I'll gladly send a couple back. I can listen to, discuss, and discover music for hours on end. So even if we aren't a fit in terms of a story, maybe we're a fit in terms of music.

TLDR

Hey There. How's it going? Weather's nice, huh?
I write a lot of words sometimes. 800-1500 on average, but it can also depend on what you give me. Detail's pretty cool.
I post sometimes. It can be a couple times a day, or a couple times a week. You know how it goes.
I like writing a Dom character because I think they're neat.
I like big butts, and I can't really lie about it. Here's an F-List.

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PLOTS​

Just a bunch of little ideas that have been floating around my big old head.
Feel free to alter and edit any of them in any way you'd like.
Your ideas are always welcome.

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The Art of The Mind
Therapist X Patient

It's a classic dynamic, but I think that's why I love it as much as I do.
One of them sits on the couch, the other in their chair. One spills their
guts, the other listens, and walks the halls of their mind. There's so much
to see. So much to learn. So much to dissect.


The World is Your Treasure Chest
Adventurer X Adventures

You're the player. I'm the world surrounding you. You dictate your character's
actions, and I'll make the world react. Wanna seduce the bard by the fountain?
Go for it. Wanna take on thirteen quests at the tavern? I'll write those up for you.
Wanna take on something you're not prepared for? We'll see how that turns out.



High Society Hormones
Student X Student
Teacher X Student
Teacher X Teacher

New York, New York. Imagine a school overlooking Central Park, its windows gleaming
in the sun, its halls littered with the most elite of the upper echelon, and the classrooms
reeking of old money, and teenage nonchalance. Does a dance student student fall for her
passionate, if somewhat harsh professor? Does a burgeoning artist seduce his teacher? So
many options.



Separated Souls
Long Lost Lovers

It's been years since the two have seen one another. They fell in love in college while she was
studying abroad. They would stay up all night, whispering sweet nothings to one another, and
planning a future that would never come. When graduation came, and she moved home, that
was supposed to be it. Even though his face sat in the back of her mind, the ghost of his smile
a tattoo on her very soul, she did her best to move on. So, what happens when they cross paths?
She's happy with her life, with her husband, the career that she's built, but what's happiness worth
when it doesn't come from your soul mate?



Things That Go Bump in the Night
Victim X ???

Maybe the door was left unlocked. Maybe she decided to take a shortcut home. Maybe she was simply
in the wrong place at the wrong time. No matter the reason, something bad is going to happen to her.
Let's talk about what she endures.


Praise Be To The Father
Cult Leader X Follower

Think Midsommar, but not quite. Folksy, liminal, seventies style cult, somewhere in the woods.
Maybe upstate California, where ancient redwoods act as silent sentinels, and the sun flutters
to the forest floor like snow. Their little commune works for them, and they wouldn't have it
any other way. So of course they're willing to pay their dues to the Father.


Home For The Summer
Parental//Sibling Incest

Another classic. Son, or daughter, comes home from college, and there's a shift. Maybe
there's always been that little flicker of something more, or maybe it's brand new. Either way,
there's something in the air.


O God, I Summon Thee
Old God X Follower

Sigils, candles, and an old dusty book, written in a tongue that died long ago. Whatever the reason,
an Old God was called forth, ripped from the aether, from eternal sleep, to walk the world once more.
The first thing they see, however, is their summoner.


Project Chimera
AI Cyborg X Human

The most advanced AI to ever exist, coupled with a body that can be morphed, altered, and configured to
the user's will. What could possibly go wrong? That all depends on just who gets their hands on it. Does the
lead developer's son, or daughter find it after hacking their way through their terminal one boring afternoon?
Or is it the lead developer themself indulging in something less than strictly scientific?
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[Saint Saccharine]

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