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Velvet-Tied-Cherub
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- May 16, 2022
๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ท ๐๐๐๐!
๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ต๐ธ๐พ๐ป๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ~
๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ต๐ธ๐พ๐ป๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ~
๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐?
Started roleplaying about 8 years ago, and I've been writing as a hobby for about 20 years. I am looking for fellow writers passionate about vivid descriptions and details in posts.
๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง?
I tend to ebb between 350-900 words depending on my mood and the scene at hand. On the heavier side during the intro scene and the lower end after finding the groove except for pivotal scenes or if inspiration is just really striking. Personally, I find it difficult to continue when I am given posts that are less than 300 words so I'd prefer to stay there or a bit above that.
๐๐ก๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ?
Another teeter and totter. Sometimes I can post several times in a single day, and other times it could take about a week. I try to reply often but occasionally I have to do the dull responsible adult things you know?
๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐๐จ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐?
- Size difference. A herculean woman (YC) against a curvaceous woman (MC). A foot (or more) difference in height? Yes please
- MC being quite busty, from hourglass to a bit chubby to a full short-stack! I have a few different references for my face claims.
- YC pursuing MC (This could be dubious where there's actual physical struggle, or could just be straightforward seduction, I just want MC to feel sought after, or even 'hunted')
- Emphasis on oral sex scenes between the two
- Clitorial stimulation. My RPing involves a little bit of wish fulfillment, and I can't imagine MC's carnal crescendo without detailed attention in that vital place on a regular basis so this one is a need.
- F x F pairing (For F x F/NB, look at my other thread)
- Passionate detailed kissing scenes
- Domination (Either MC as the submissive or a pure 50/50 split between dominant and submissive)
- Dubious consent
- Head pets, and often, towards MC
- MC kneeling on floor and YC standing while MC performs oral
- Caregiver/Gentle dom
- Hickies, Biting, Primal play, Hunt/Chase/Take-down
- Hand around throat without airway being blocked
- Extensive aftercare
- Oral
- Overstimulation. MC (or both characters) shaking and squirming until she begs or safe words for reprieve
- Pleasure domination
- Tantric sex
- Sex till exhaustion
- Light to moderate bondage
- Praise, and lots lots of it, an egregious amount during play and aftercare is the dream towards MC.
- Forceful affection
- MC's (or YC's) head being held while her mouth is fucked (If MC is going to be a switch instead of a submissive then this will be a heavily often used need so you would need to be comfortable with MC enthusiastically using YC's mouth/tongue/face, though can be done lovingly or with degradation depending on your kinks)
- ABO
- Plotting from scratch. I have some plot starters, but I also really love hearing other peoples ideas and brainstorming together.
- I welcome slice of life, supernatural, and medieval fantasy. I have enjoyed playing as a kemonomimi recently, but it's not a requirement.
๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐๐จ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ญ๐?
- Abuse (I don't mean Dub/Non-con. It means; inflicting pain on MC in a 'taking anger out on her' sort of way, or, for YC to specifically intentionally want to upset her in some manner, especially emotionally. She can get upset due to the nature of a dub/non-con RP, and YC can keep doing whatever the scene requires despite her being upset, but YC just shouldn't be specifically motivated and actively want MC to be upset as it's more about the passion/smut for me, so that would be the difference.)
- Necrophilia
- Death used for kink
- Incest (including step/adopted/in-law)
- Real life face claims
- Breath restriction towards MC
- Scat/Pee/Vomit
- Face-slapping towards MC
- First/second-person/present or future-tense perspective in posts
- Degradation/Humiliation (Even the light verbal kind, except if you want MC to degrade yours during domination which is on the table)
- Cheating (Not a big fan of non-monogamy either but depending on the pairings and set up I might be willing to discuss, but unlikely)
- Orgasm denial (edging is fun, just need to eventually get that reward. Willing to deny YC if you desire it in switch dynamics)
- Characters under 21 in sexual situations
- MC being dominant more than 50% of the time in a switch dynamic
- A lackluster approach to plotting. Let's discuss some details right off the bat shall we??
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐๐ฌ? (Please come with original ideas too if you have them, I love plotting from scratch!)
๐๐๐๐น๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
MC is a cleric/priestess, a sweet beacon of justice, little does she know, a goddess of carnality (or perhaps succubus with a religious kink) has decided she will be the perfect victim to enact all sorts of mischief, possessing her body and making that bubbly woman into a commanding salacious pursuer.
(So her natural state would be submissive, until she is possessed and the celestial effect/curse changes her into a dominant)
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐น ๐ฆ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐
She climbed up the ranks to be closer to the princess of the land and her heart, but now that she's assigned to her, there to protect, how can she not...also...posses?
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐
Both are in the strobed light ambiance of liquor and lonely hearts. A heartbroken woman of curves is in desperation for a distraction which due to liquid courage she finds this in a sloppy but chemistry sparking make out situation...that ends up in an apartment...and when the haze wafts and the realization of the evening dawns, The buxom bar-goer discovers the brawny companion isn't interested in a one-night affair.
(If we want this to be a switch situation, we could make it to where your characters is naturally submissive only when drinking and MC is naturally dominant but only when drunk, and then when they are sober, it's the reverse.)
๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
She went to the place of perversion, a hub for consenting adults, to let loose in sensual freedom, either in a crowd or privately in play rooms. Perhaps for her it is her first time, or maybe she's a regular, whatever the case may be, she's always followed the rules of the club.
It is for kink, not sex.
One won't get thrown out if found to have done a bit more within the private areas, but, it is a bit frowned upon.
However, when what feels like the perfect dominant from her dreams takes her reigns, they can't help but break the rules as he cannot imagine wanting any other type of submission.
They take their connection out of the dungeon, into their beds, and everywhere they can think of.
๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ ๐ ๐
A lonely amazon of a woman has less than chaste wants, and one day, her desire to control, and care, for someone has her putting ads in the papers. A especially cute pet answers. The kink, and the love, grow wild and free from there.
Penny's intuition could feel a shift behind her without having to look. Aware of some sort of living pillar at her back, but instead of being startled, or darting away in fear like she was being hunted (and in a way she was) the crimson tressed maiden was willing quarry, and with the smell of pure earthy nature in her nostrils, she was confident who had saddled up behind her.
Her lashes fluttered closed with a soft, "Ah~" when mitts gripped supple hips and her opulent rear was pushed flush against a granite expanse. The apple spotted Snow White fur stood on end with the small tug, a thrill running up her back to where her floppy ears for a split second stood straight up.
With the inhale in Penny's winding strands, it felt as though 'Dee', as she knew her, was taking a whiff of the pup's very soul.
Penny bit her peony lower lip when her lobe was nibbled, and goosebumps more akin to fireflies under her flesh erupted after a shuffling was followed by something big and meaty slapping against her skirt-hidden behind.
She felt bewitched, her head leaned back so her nape was nestled in the cleavage of this amazonian wolf, her bum of peach form lightly, instinctively, -flinching- in the direction of that virile column. Almost caressing the underside with her bottom through the ruffles of her dress.
Regardless of the little bits they knew of one another, as the silver haired one made promises of affection and protection, Penny found herself believing each and every word. The flower bud above her posy in need of fertilizing growing, wishing to be found and tended to.
Her chest expanded with her heavy panting, the ravine of vanilla between her built-in dunes tested the strength of her blouse, making the manilla cloth tense against her cleavage line, like the mounds wished for freedom. The cherry sundae of a 'tamed' one had just let her hands hover aimlessly by her shoulders when first touched, but as Dee's reach roamed, both of her ivory fingers clasped atop tanned wrists. Some semblance of returning the embrace.
Dee's palm was only about 1/3 the size of the bundle of plush, the flesh rising between fingers and around palm as though fine baking pastry.
Penny felt the bead at the apex of her eden throb in anticipation for that other clasp that searched for the honeypot below.
"I..." Her voice was lathered in sugar, sounding like she was talking through a dream, her favorite dream, "I want it~ I-I've been wanting it~ Please~ I'm going crazy~," One hand let go of the wrist trekking through her skirt towards her marshmallowy thighs, so that she could reach back and tremblingly cup the side of that chiseled jawline, her skin so soft and unmarred, "I'm burning up inside~ A-All I seem to be able to think about is you~ H-Help me~ Help this...f-fire~"
The shapely tail wagger (whose scut was a feather duster on speed against Dee's pelvis) had never before experienced this. She had a heat before when running out of potion, at least twice in her life, but she had never prior had her 'season' directed at anyone, and certainly did not know the ecstasy of being touched during this primal insanity.
Her hips faintly thrusted back, this time, on purpose, using her pillowy lower half to rub and stroooooke the underside of that which she hoped would soon douse her insides to cool.
Her lashes fluttered closed with a soft, "Ah~" when mitts gripped supple hips and her opulent rear was pushed flush against a granite expanse. The apple spotted Snow White fur stood on end with the small tug, a thrill running up her back to where her floppy ears for a split second stood straight up.
With the inhale in Penny's winding strands, it felt as though 'Dee', as she knew her, was taking a whiff of the pup's very soul.
Penny bit her peony lower lip when her lobe was nibbled, and goosebumps more akin to fireflies under her flesh erupted after a shuffling was followed by something big and meaty slapping against her skirt-hidden behind.
She felt bewitched, her head leaned back so her nape was nestled in the cleavage of this amazonian wolf, her bum of peach form lightly, instinctively, -flinching- in the direction of that virile column. Almost caressing the underside with her bottom through the ruffles of her dress.
Regardless of the little bits they knew of one another, as the silver haired one made promises of affection and protection, Penny found herself believing each and every word. The flower bud above her posy in need of fertilizing growing, wishing to be found and tended to.
Her chest expanded with her heavy panting, the ravine of vanilla between her built-in dunes tested the strength of her blouse, making the manilla cloth tense against her cleavage line, like the mounds wished for freedom. The cherry sundae of a 'tamed' one had just let her hands hover aimlessly by her shoulders when first touched, but as Dee's reach roamed, both of her ivory fingers clasped atop tanned wrists. Some semblance of returning the embrace.
Dee's palm was only about 1/3 the size of the bundle of plush, the flesh rising between fingers and around palm as though fine baking pastry.
Penny felt the bead at the apex of her eden throb in anticipation for that other clasp that searched for the honeypot below.
"I..." Her voice was lathered in sugar, sounding like she was talking through a dream, her favorite dream, "I want it~ I-I've been wanting it~ Please~ I'm going crazy~," One hand let go of the wrist trekking through her skirt towards her marshmallowy thighs, so that she could reach back and tremblingly cup the side of that chiseled jawline, her skin so soft and unmarred, "I'm burning up inside~ A-All I seem to be able to think about is you~ H-Help me~ Help this...f-fire~"
The shapely tail wagger (whose scut was a feather duster on speed against Dee's pelvis) had never before experienced this. She had a heat before when running out of potion, at least twice in her life, but she had never prior had her 'season' directed at anyone, and certainly did not know the ecstasy of being touched during this primal insanity.
Her hips faintly thrusted back, this time, on purpose, using her pillowy lower half to rub and stroooooke the underside of that which she hoped would soon douse her insides to cool.
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