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Perceval
𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞 ♥
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- Apr 29, 2018
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- ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ-ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ
Hi, thank you for clicking on my prompt.
Personally, I’m on the "rougher, darker" side of kinks and roleplays. I'm a huge sucker for non-con, abuse humiliation, etc. even though I don’t mind going for a more consensual play, I’m not particularly a fan of Vanilla. With that information on the table I’d like to propose a plot, which is open for some tweaking of course. Or, if you have any other plot you're dying to play out, please don't hesitate to contact me. I'm happy to think along!
Plot
I'm a bright and determined 23-year-old Christian college student with a strong moral compass and a solid commitment to my faith. Raised in a well-disciplined Christian household, I've been thought to strive for excellence in everything that I do. Known for my high grades, friendly demeanor and my diverse social activities, I've been blessed with an eventful and God-loving life. But unbeknownst to everyone around me, I've been harboring a perverse secret, placed upon me by the Devil himself. An uncontrollable addiction to the overpowering, musky, greasy smell of fat, nasty balls has taken root within my psyche. It's not just any scent, it's a filthy aroma that pulses through my mind, urging me to seek it out no matter the cost.
I'm not sure where it started, nor when this stench first found its way up my nostrils. But now, I find myself skipping classes, rationalizing absences with increasingly erratic excuses, all in the pursuit of that one, irresistible scent. I scour the dirtiest corners of the city, from neglected bathrooms at gas stations, pressing my nose into a trucker's nasty nutsack, to abandoned stairwells breathing in a homeless slob's filth, even sniffing worn-out chairs in Church that carry the faint traces of this forbidden odor, while my juices flow.
My addiction consumes me, I find myself in places where a Christian girl has no business, underground tunnels, grimy alleyways, and even the forgotten areas of old buildings, places where men leave remnants of their filth. The sensation when I inhale is almost euphoric, yet each breath seems to slowly erode my ability to think clearly, to focus on anything other than the my fix.
The smell burns away my resolve, melting my intellect, leaving only the gnawing, primal urge for more. I know this is destroying me. My studies falter and my social life grows strained. Still, the compulsion grows, as does the fear that I may not be able to break free from the pull of this perverse, sinful, demonic addiction. Fuck, I need to smell some balls. Will you give me my next fix?
Information
Alright, that’s about it. I’m happy to change aspects or even create other plots. Point is, I’m open for a lot of kinks. in my opinion this plot can get as extreme and dark as possible, within the guidelines of course, yet I have to find the right partner.
Also, a little about myself to wrap this entire thing up. I’m a detailed writer, writing around 2-3+ paragraphs. I have many kinks and I'm happy to explore more.
Hope to see you soon. Kisses.
Personally, I’m on the "rougher, darker" side of kinks and roleplays. I'm a huge sucker for non-con, abuse humiliation, etc. even though I don’t mind going for a more consensual play, I’m not particularly a fan of Vanilla. With that information on the table I’d like to propose a plot, which is open for some tweaking of course. Or, if you have any other plot you're dying to play out, please don't hesitate to contact me. I'm happy to think along!
Plot
I'm a bright and determined 23-year-old Christian college student with a strong moral compass and a solid commitment to my faith. Raised in a well-disciplined Christian household, I've been thought to strive for excellence in everything that I do. Known for my high grades, friendly demeanor and my diverse social activities, I've been blessed with an eventful and God-loving life. But unbeknownst to everyone around me, I've been harboring a perverse secret, placed upon me by the Devil himself. An uncontrollable addiction to the overpowering, musky, greasy smell of fat, nasty balls has taken root within my psyche. It's not just any scent, it's a filthy aroma that pulses through my mind, urging me to seek it out no matter the cost.
I'm not sure where it started, nor when this stench first found its way up my nostrils. But now, I find myself skipping classes, rationalizing absences with increasingly erratic excuses, all in the pursuit of that one, irresistible scent. I scour the dirtiest corners of the city, from neglected bathrooms at gas stations, pressing my nose into a trucker's nasty nutsack, to abandoned stairwells breathing in a homeless slob's filth, even sniffing worn-out chairs in Church that carry the faint traces of this forbidden odor, while my juices flow.
My addiction consumes me, I find myself in places where a Christian girl has no business, underground tunnels, grimy alleyways, and even the forgotten areas of old buildings, places where men leave remnants of their filth. The sensation when I inhale is almost euphoric, yet each breath seems to slowly erode my ability to think clearly, to focus on anything other than the my fix.
The smell burns away my resolve, melting my intellect, leaving only the gnawing, primal urge for more. I know this is destroying me. My studies falter and my social life grows strained. Still, the compulsion grows, as does the fear that I may not be able to break free from the pull of this perverse, sinful, demonic addiction. Fuck, I need to smell some balls. Will you give me my next fix?
Information
Alright, that’s about it. I’m happy to change aspects or even create other plots. Point is, I’m open for a lot of kinks. in my opinion this plot can get as extreme and dark as possible, within the guidelines of course, yet I have to find the right partner.
Also, a little about myself to wrap this entire thing up. I’m a detailed writer, writing around 2-3+ paragraphs. I have many kinks and I'm happy to explore more.
Hope to see you soon. Kisses.
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