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About me–
Plots Inspiration– (Please feel free to share your suggestions as well though!)
The Heat Of Adventuring––
Fantasy setting, DnD-esque.
MC is desperate to be an adventurer, but, due to her lineage, she has one complication, as someone of race touched by primal factors, instead of having heat 'once a season' as is common, her's comes once every few weeks, yet still, she manages to join a traveling party, and does her best to hide her...ailments, until, of course, one of her kind comrades who has a special fancy for her, offers, insists, to help.
Cleric's Obligation––
Fantasy setting, DnD-eque.
Usually, Clerics choose their gods, but, sometimes, a deity can prod and groom a disciple, and this was the case for MC in her youth, not understanding the carnal 'offerings' that would eventually be required of her.
Unfortunately, even changing pantheons, will not save this 'holy woman' from the responsibilities of her previous faith's devotion.
Obscene Office––
Slice of life, modern setting with DnD-races.
1 part fantasy races, 2 parts stuffy office, 3 parts libido driven co-workers going at it while trying to keep it under wraps due to the annoyance of the gossips train and desire to not be assigned away from one another.
Dungeon Dalliance––
Slice of life, Modern Kink setting with DnD races.
Same as from my other thread, but add either a modern, or classic DnD fantasy world but it has kink.
MC is visiting a kink 'dungeon', perhaps she's never been to one before, perhaps she has, either way, she's lonely, and personal life tribulations have her acting a bit more rashly than she normally would.
She plays with someone before vetting, just wanting to lose herself into sub-space. When YC sees her true self in this passionate vulnerability, she can't imagine anyone else getting the privilege.
Either a romance with a kink core begins, or, a lil more dubious.
I of course have an F-list! The fave's are the ones I cannot do without, the No's are not up for debate, while everything else is negotiable. Please take a look before messaging me!
Writing Sample–
- You can call me Libi, Or Sapphire, or, If you wanna be fun and formal, you can call me the whole thing.
- I've been writing for 21 years, and RPing for 8 years.
- I perceive myself as quite literate and would like writing partners who view themselves as similar. Descriptions regarding both emotional and physical details from scene to scene is my preference, though I'm not seeking Novella sized posts, I prefer to stick around the 400-700 range, I can do longer on occasion, usually for intro scenes or the occasional secondary character/action sequence, but most of the time, I like to maintain around that word count so as to have a good back and forth.
- I most often do weekly posts, if not daily, it depends on my schedule, though, often I am unavailable during the weekend
- A few simple basics I look for; –Size difference, this doesn't -have- to mean height, if YC is -considerably- muscular, but the same height, or shorter, than MC then that can be very fun as well, I just would want YC to be more 'imposing' than mine, –MC being curvy (which could mean anything from hourglass with big bust, to being over all thicc, though if on the latter side of things I prefer to do chubby as opposed to fully plus-sized), –Romance, –D/s (MC submissive), –Oral scenes (both ways), –Clit-play, and smut smut smuuuuut~
- I prefer sapphic pairings but feel free to pitch M x F pairings, I just am a bit choosy about them is all, other wise MC will always be a cis-woman, but YC can be Cis or intersex, or whatever, as long as she's brawny and identifies as a woman
- My other thread
Plots Inspiration– (Please feel free to share your suggestions as well though!)
The Heat Of Adventuring––
Fantasy setting, DnD-esque.
MC is desperate to be an adventurer, but, due to her lineage, she has one complication, as someone of race touched by primal factors, instead of having heat 'once a season' as is common, her's comes once every few weeks, yet still, she manages to join a traveling party, and does her best to hide her...ailments, until, of course, one of her kind comrades who has a special fancy for her, offers, insists, to help.
Cleric's Obligation––
Fantasy setting, DnD-eque.
Usually, Clerics choose their gods, but, sometimes, a deity can prod and groom a disciple, and this was the case for MC in her youth, not understanding the carnal 'offerings' that would eventually be required of her.
Unfortunately, even changing pantheons, will not save this 'holy woman' from the responsibilities of her previous faith's devotion.
Obscene Office––
Slice of life, modern setting with DnD-races.
1 part fantasy races, 2 parts stuffy office, 3 parts libido driven co-workers going at it while trying to keep it under wraps due to the annoyance of the gossips train and desire to not be assigned away from one another.
Dungeon Dalliance––
Slice of life, Modern Kink setting with DnD races.
Same as from my other thread, but add either a modern, or classic DnD fantasy world but it has kink.
MC is visiting a kink 'dungeon', perhaps she's never been to one before, perhaps she has, either way, she's lonely, and personal life tribulations have her acting a bit more rashly than she normally would.
She plays with someone before vetting, just wanting to lose herself into sub-space. When YC sees her true self in this passionate vulnerability, she can't imagine anyone else getting the privilege.
Either a romance with a kink core begins, or, a lil more dubious.
I of course have an F-list! The fave's are the ones I cannot do without, the No's are not up for debate, while everything else is negotiable. Please take a look before messaging me!
Writing Sample–
Time of her life.
She was having -the time of her life-.
There in that dim lit venue, flashing pyrotechnics, righteous crowd, and the ear splitting volume of the band, things that would usually overstimulate her houndish floppy ears, filled her with nothing but glee as she looked up into the gaze of her heart's devotion.
Penny Fortunato was dressed in an appropriate rock ensemble. The metal ring attached to the belt that held her poofy tiered skirt clinked against her fishnets covered thigh. The window between her mesh collar and the cotton torso giving a peek into the nice supple line of her cream cleavage. Her shoulders visible from the cut out in the long sleeves. Her slopes of venus hourglass body hugged by the alternative attire.
Her head of long chestnut hair wafted back and forth, the ringlets messy, moving her voluptuous self to the beat of the drums, snowy folded ears with brunette spots flapping from the swivel of her music obsessed heart.
Her perfect fluffy coil of a winter and wood splotched tail waved so far right to left that the curl faintly tapped each side of her grabbable hips.
Penny's bespectacled view stayed focused, not just upon the band, but the main member herself,
~Puma~.
Oh to be so close to the stage, Penny was tempted to stick out her tongue just so she could -maybe- taste her sweat which flew off with each head-bang.
Her verdant irises sparkled while she watched the vocally talented one rock out, the lead of The Feral cats with the lights occasionally highlighting the curve of her biceps or the brunt of those strong shoulders. Hair in the wind and heart in her playing.
The puppy could feel slippery excitement gathering under her skirt.
Eventually, mournfully, the set came to a end, breaking the fantasy, and the buxom concert-goer felt her heart fall into her stomach.
The crowd started to disperse, but as the departing of her idol set off a sort of separation anxiety beneath her blessed chest that was akin to a freshly adopted pet being left alone for the first time, the...less than normal side of her devotion perked to life.
The bouncers were localized towards the main side entrance to the place, but, before coming, Penny had noticed a window left open, that was directly adjacent to the roof of the bar right beside the place...so...Penny went into the bar, blending in with the 'after party' crowd chatting about how great the show was, and she was able to get to the roof, and, as insane as it was, though her mind just translated it to mischievous, Penny -jumped- from roof to window, stumbling through the open pane and falling onto the floor. She gasped, scrambling to a stand, no worse for the wear, fixing her round glasses upon her nose.
Her heart hammered as she looked around the hallway, thankfully, no one there, only the dull sound of fans clamoring to get a look or autograph from their favorite band mate back at the side entrance...while Penny was hoping to get much more.
She snuck her way down, crouching, until, finally, she saw it, a sign on a door that read with rockstar designs laid around it
-Puma-
Another stumble in her heartbeat.
She placed her hand to the doorknob, turned, Ca-ch, unlocked, no voices inside.
She opened the door and slipped inside.
She did it...she was in Puma's dressing room.
Ok...B-Be quick!
Wouldn't want to be -too- much of a bother.
She searched, for a moment, wandering what she was even looking for, before she landed on a pile of discarded clothes on the ground.
Penny fell to her knees, sitting on her heels, and started rooting through the garments.
Her lap pulsed when she found a pair of underwear.
She nearly put it directly against her face, but, that felt too intimate to do outside of home (...in contrast to what else she was already doing, her reasoning, skewered, to say the least) so instead she stuffed the item into her heart shaped purse and kept rooting around until she discovered a shirt, a treasure, the specific shirt Puma wore during the first concert Penny was ever able to go to, something she recognized all to well, the start of her passionate fealty.
She held it up high in front of her like she found the holy grail. Glitter in her malachie owl eyes.
Then, she pulled it close, holding it crumbled in both fists, and, whiiiiiiif, she pressed it up to the bottom half of her face, smelling the musk as the cloth smothered her nose and mouth.
Her tail wagged to the point it created a little breeze and 'swish' sound.
The smell of honeydew dribbling wafted from her pelvic-eden like a cartoonish scent trail for any with a sweet tooth to follow.
She was having -the time of her life-.
There in that dim lit venue, flashing pyrotechnics, righteous crowd, and the ear splitting volume of the band, things that would usually overstimulate her houndish floppy ears, filled her with nothing but glee as she looked up into the gaze of her heart's devotion.
Penny Fortunato was dressed in an appropriate rock ensemble. The metal ring attached to the belt that held her poofy tiered skirt clinked against her fishnets covered thigh. The window between her mesh collar and the cotton torso giving a peek into the nice supple line of her cream cleavage. Her shoulders visible from the cut out in the long sleeves. Her slopes of venus hourglass body hugged by the alternative attire.
Her head of long chestnut hair wafted back and forth, the ringlets messy, moving her voluptuous self to the beat of the drums, snowy folded ears with brunette spots flapping from the swivel of her music obsessed heart.
Her perfect fluffy coil of a winter and wood splotched tail waved so far right to left that the curl faintly tapped each side of her grabbable hips.
Penny's bespectacled view stayed focused, not just upon the band, but the main member herself,
~Puma~.
Oh to be so close to the stage, Penny was tempted to stick out her tongue just so she could -maybe- taste her sweat which flew off with each head-bang.
Her verdant irises sparkled while she watched the vocally talented one rock out, the lead of The Feral cats with the lights occasionally highlighting the curve of her biceps or the brunt of those strong shoulders. Hair in the wind and heart in her playing.
The puppy could feel slippery excitement gathering under her skirt.
Eventually, mournfully, the set came to a end, breaking the fantasy, and the buxom concert-goer felt her heart fall into her stomach.
The crowd started to disperse, but as the departing of her idol set off a sort of separation anxiety beneath her blessed chest that was akin to a freshly adopted pet being left alone for the first time, the...less than normal side of her devotion perked to life.
The bouncers were localized towards the main side entrance to the place, but, before coming, Penny had noticed a window left open, that was directly adjacent to the roof of the bar right beside the place...so...Penny went into the bar, blending in with the 'after party' crowd chatting about how great the show was, and she was able to get to the roof, and, as insane as it was, though her mind just translated it to mischievous, Penny -jumped- from roof to window, stumbling through the open pane and falling onto the floor. She gasped, scrambling to a stand, no worse for the wear, fixing her round glasses upon her nose.
Her heart hammered as she looked around the hallway, thankfully, no one there, only the dull sound of fans clamoring to get a look or autograph from their favorite band mate back at the side entrance...while Penny was hoping to get much more.
She snuck her way down, crouching, until, finally, she saw it, a sign on a door that read with rockstar designs laid around it
-Puma-
Another stumble in her heartbeat.
She placed her hand to the doorknob, turned, Ca-ch, unlocked, no voices inside.
She opened the door and slipped inside.
She did it...she was in Puma's dressing room.
Ok...B-Be quick!
Wouldn't want to be -too- much of a bother.
She searched, for a moment, wandering what she was even looking for, before she landed on a pile of discarded clothes on the ground.
Penny fell to her knees, sitting on her heels, and started rooting through the garments.
Her lap pulsed when she found a pair of underwear.
She nearly put it directly against her face, but, that felt too intimate to do outside of home (...in contrast to what else she was already doing, her reasoning, skewered, to say the least) so instead she stuffed the item into her heart shaped purse and kept rooting around until she discovered a shirt, a treasure, the specific shirt Puma wore during the first concert Penny was ever able to go to, something she recognized all to well, the start of her passionate fealty.
She held it up high in front of her like she found the holy grail. Glitter in her malachie owl eyes.
Then, she pulled it close, holding it crumbled in both fists, and, whiiiiiiif, she pressed it up to the bottom half of her face, smelling the musk as the cloth smothered her nose and mouth.
Her tail wagged to the point it created a little breeze and 'swish' sound.
The smell of honeydew dribbling wafted from her pelvic-eden like a cartoonish scent trail for any with a sweet tooth to follow.
Another delicious helping of 'good girl' from his deep voice aided the fuel to her determination to keep Penny's cheeks over-filled with the stuffing of his manhood in her voice-box. Her shoulders jerked, her instincts telling her to pull off for fear the huge thing might somehow get stuck inside her or she might pass out from lack of oxygen.
Her paw-gloved hands grabbed his testes, one palm cradling each bundle with her fingers undulating and massaging the cum-makers while she continued to gag on him passionately, "Gluk~ Guk~ Ulck~ Guk Guk~"
His acclaim to her taking in the whole thing was like a little imaginary gold medal he had placed around her neck. Satisfaction in her achievement and his praise, all of his praise.
Her brain was in a fog while she lightly bobbed her maroon head to add a bit more motion.
Her lips came off the base of his stem about 1/3 of an inch before she pushed forward right back to boop her nose with his powerful pelvic V.
Shallow strokes yet the back and forth, back and forth, of her head still allowed every inch of that veiny hard trunk to be rubbed up and down and all around.
Her floppy ears twitched, the right one standing straight for a half second before flopping over at the tip like usual, the cogs of her mind a bit slower with the lack of air making her subspace mind all the more loopy then it already was in this libidinous form of freedom through submission.
She was so overstimulated, in the best of ways, that her tail that drifted left and right haphazardly briefly lost it's normal trajectory in order to hop up and down.
Her mind eventually comprehended the full meaning of his question and her own desire, the tweak of his fingers pulling on her gumdrops, making sure her fire was a full blaze, she,
Shluuuuuuuuuuuuurp,
sucked from the back of her throat while she pulled her head away from his pubic area.
Every section of his salacious idol that escaped her tugging gums was left to gleam from the lather of her translucent spit, leaving him lathered.
Further and further, she pulled herself off him. His shape in the front of her neck withdrawing slowly until her tongue was caressing the bottom of his mushroom tip in a brief farewell and she, "Ah~!" Gasped for air, tears and slobber having left wet paths down her face.
Perverse and needy and slap-happy when she looked up to him, panting with all her might in desperation to fill her aching lungs.
Even though his saliva dripping cock was out of her lips she kept her face close, clearly not trying to flee from the monster appendage regardless of her throat already feeling sore, letting the head nudge and rest over her cheek, and her hot skin sizzling into him.
"Please fuck my face Daddy~" Simple, straight forward, and desperately wanton.
Her paw-gloved hands grabbed his testes, one palm cradling each bundle with her fingers undulating and massaging the cum-makers while she continued to gag on him passionately, "Gluk~ Guk~ Ulck~ Guk Guk~"
His acclaim to her taking in the whole thing was like a little imaginary gold medal he had placed around her neck. Satisfaction in her achievement and his praise, all of his praise.
Her brain was in a fog while she lightly bobbed her maroon head to add a bit more motion.
Her lips came off the base of his stem about 1/3 of an inch before she pushed forward right back to boop her nose with his powerful pelvic V.
Shallow strokes yet the back and forth, back and forth, of her head still allowed every inch of that veiny hard trunk to be rubbed up and down and all around.
Her floppy ears twitched, the right one standing straight for a half second before flopping over at the tip like usual, the cogs of her mind a bit slower with the lack of air making her subspace mind all the more loopy then it already was in this libidinous form of freedom through submission.
She was so overstimulated, in the best of ways, that her tail that drifted left and right haphazardly briefly lost it's normal trajectory in order to hop up and down.
Her mind eventually comprehended the full meaning of his question and her own desire, the tweak of his fingers pulling on her gumdrops, making sure her fire was a full blaze, she,
Shluuuuuuuuuuuuurp,
sucked from the back of her throat while she pulled her head away from his pubic area.
Every section of his salacious idol that escaped her tugging gums was left to gleam from the lather of her translucent spit, leaving him lathered.
Further and further, she pulled herself off him. His shape in the front of her neck withdrawing slowly until her tongue was caressing the bottom of his mushroom tip in a brief farewell and she, "Ah~!" Gasped for air, tears and slobber having left wet paths down her face.
Perverse and needy and slap-happy when she looked up to him, panting with all her might in desperation to fill her aching lungs.
Even though his saliva dripping cock was out of her lips she kept her face close, clearly not trying to flee from the monster appendage regardless of her throat already feeling sore, letting the head nudge and rest over her cheek, and her hot skin sizzling into him.
"Please fuck my face Daddy~" Simple, straight forward, and desperately wanton.
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