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LeaveYourHighHeelsOn
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- Joined
- Feb 11, 2025
It's 2 am, you're standing there outside my bedroom. You're covered in sweat, spit, cum, and whatever else. You're grinning. You promised you'd come spend some time with me tonight.
"Baby, sorry I took so long. I was trying something new with your dad, you should have seen it. I didn't get a chance to clean up. Don't be mad. Here, lets spend time with mommy, I'll tell you all about it and you can help clean me up...even though....we're just going to get even more messy..."
The premise/prompt:
Ever since the accident, my mom has been different. Yeah, I know. Everyone thinks I'm exaggerating. But she did die in the ER. Even if it was for a few seconds, her heart beat stopped. But they brought her back. Now? You know what it feels like? As if something is using her flesh and walking around. It was subtle at first, but it still isn't in your face - she's changed. Mom's always been kind, caring and bubbly - but now, its like there is something else there. She is all those things, but I can't help but feel that she's trying to get something not so wholesome out of it. Her kindness and encouragement, when others aren't looking, are seeped in twisted suggestions and affirmations. Her bubbly side has been slowly turned into this lingering flirtation, that is drowning in innuendo.
You would play this possessed mom, slowly corrupting every relationship you have, twisted it into a grotesque caricature of what it was before. Drowning them in lust, debauchery and hedonism that would make your stomach turn and your cock spew out an unnatural amount of cum.
I would play your son, who grapples with these changes, feels revolting by the fact that I want to be apart of them. How awful, knowing something is twisting your soul black, and I want to succumb to what you have to offer.
I would play many others and we would create various twisted and exaggerative narratives about those around us, as you twist and manipulate every innocent relationship you had. Your gay nephew, your husband, your elderly father, your sons friends....the list goes on.
Mom wouldn't advertise it. No of course not. I mean, at the end of the day - this is all disgusting. Sickening. But you tell me though, you tell me about how you managed to get dad to get face fucked even though he isn't gay. Or how you spent the afternoon with your dad (my grandfather), sucking the cum out of his cock on the anniversary of his wife/your mother/my grandmothers death. "What baby, why are you looking at me that way? He's my dad, I care for him"
You aren't here to end relationship. You are here to transfix them. Corrupt them. Ruin them. Spread that black vile sulfur on them, so you can consume the sheer twisted energy that you desperately need now.
******
Atmosphere drives our plot. Obviously, none of this is right. None of it is good. But, we're compelled. Somehow. Maybe you're a doctor, slowly binging your corruption into your work. Maybe you're devout, incredibly religious. Well, even now you still are. As you sit there, wearing your 4 inch pep toe platform pumps you swear are appropriate for Sundays. What you didn't tell anyone was the cum that spewed into it, when you had the pastor cum into them.
Detail is important here. That blowjob you finally decide to give your son, how messy is it? How do you focus on certain parts of his cock that's so erect, it looks like it hurts. Or the way you guide your son to go down on you. The way his face is pushed up against your wet folds, quivering as you squirt onto him. You giggle, seeing the liquid stream out and splash onto his face. All in the mean while, you see his phone buzz yet again - its his girlfriend.
An open mind. A variety of Kinks. Some creativity. There is nothing sexy about trying out new kinks with your mom, until there is. Figuring out which kinks we bring into the fold, as ways that our characters become defiled by your unholy influence.
Wicked Adoration. You aren't here to punish me. You aren't here to humiliate me. That's not how you look at it. Matter of fact, you still love me. In some twisted way. For example, you know how much your son has watched MILF porn. Taboo porn. All the while, adding the subtle keyword details "MILF + High Heels". So you go out of your way to make sure, when it's appropriate, to wear the pairs that you know would make my balls ache. My cock twist with an arousal that seems unnatural.
What makes this exciting & hot is the fact that we're twisting all these conventional relationships. Why not? We keep it secret. As we descend further into this pit of cum, spit and sweat.
If you're interested in playing other religions, races, cultures in order to bring those concepts into our realm of corruption, I'd love to hear it!
About me
I'm looking for those who enjoy the small details, the nuance, the slow-burn as we create this tale. I tend to write multi-para. So about 2-3 paragraphs, but can easily go higher if the scene demands it. I love bringing a scene to life, layering in the tension, the slow-burn, the subtleties that turn simple moments into something charged, erotic, and unforgettable. It's not just about what happens, but how it happens.
****
Kinks - High Heels, Outfit Play, Foot Play, Seduction, Dirty Talk, Incest, Manipulation, Homewrecking, Corruption, Blackmail, Anal, Oral, Creampies, Cum Play, Taboo Locations, Intelligence, Adultery, Sexual Exhaustion, Multiple Partners, Sloppy Seconds, Sneaking Around, Risky Sex, Orientation Play, Water Sports
Limits - Pain, violence, gore, scat, death....
So.....now what?
Okay. So if you made it here and you find yourself wanting to reach out. That is awesome. I'm glad. Before you do, do me a favor and just make sure you've read the post. Which, I'm assuming you have, since you are here.
Understand that this is a niche play, with some darker elements to it. I am looking for those who are comfortable and eager to be more detailed in their posts. Lastly, while a bit basic, I am a sucker for high heels. So, if you have a interest or taste for writing characters who wear them then, please make sure you take mention of that when you reach out.
"Baby, sorry I took so long. I was trying something new with your dad, you should have seen it. I didn't get a chance to clean up. Don't be mad. Here, lets spend time with mommy, I'll tell you all about it and you can help clean me up...even though....we're just going to get even more messy..."
The premise/prompt:
Ever since the accident, my mom has been different. Yeah, I know. Everyone thinks I'm exaggerating. But she did die in the ER. Even if it was for a few seconds, her heart beat stopped. But they brought her back. Now? You know what it feels like? As if something is using her flesh and walking around. It was subtle at first, but it still isn't in your face - she's changed. Mom's always been kind, caring and bubbly - but now, its like there is something else there. She is all those things, but I can't help but feel that she's trying to get something not so wholesome out of it. Her kindness and encouragement, when others aren't looking, are seeped in twisted suggestions and affirmations. Her bubbly side has been slowly turned into this lingering flirtation, that is drowning in innuendo.
You would play this possessed mom, slowly corrupting every relationship you have, twisted it into a grotesque caricature of what it was before. Drowning them in lust, debauchery and hedonism that would make your stomach turn and your cock spew out an unnatural amount of cum.
I would play your son, who grapples with these changes, feels revolting by the fact that I want to be apart of them. How awful, knowing something is twisting your soul black, and I want to succumb to what you have to offer.
I would play many others and we would create various twisted and exaggerative narratives about those around us, as you twist and manipulate every innocent relationship you had. Your gay nephew, your husband, your elderly father, your sons friends....the list goes on.
Mom wouldn't advertise it. No of course not. I mean, at the end of the day - this is all disgusting. Sickening. But you tell me though, you tell me about how you managed to get dad to get face fucked even though he isn't gay. Or how you spent the afternoon with your dad (my grandfather), sucking the cum out of his cock on the anniversary of his wife/your mother/my grandmothers death. "What baby, why are you looking at me that way? He's my dad, I care for him"
You aren't here to end relationship. You are here to transfix them. Corrupt them. Ruin them. Spread that black vile sulfur on them, so you can consume the sheer twisted energy that you desperately need now.
******
Atmosphere drives our plot. Obviously, none of this is right. None of it is good. But, we're compelled. Somehow. Maybe you're a doctor, slowly binging your corruption into your work. Maybe you're devout, incredibly religious. Well, even now you still are. As you sit there, wearing your 4 inch pep toe platform pumps you swear are appropriate for Sundays. What you didn't tell anyone was the cum that spewed into it, when you had the pastor cum into them.
Detail is important here. That blowjob you finally decide to give your son, how messy is it? How do you focus on certain parts of his cock that's so erect, it looks like it hurts. Or the way you guide your son to go down on you. The way his face is pushed up against your wet folds, quivering as you squirt onto him. You giggle, seeing the liquid stream out and splash onto his face. All in the mean while, you see his phone buzz yet again - its his girlfriend.
An open mind. A variety of Kinks. Some creativity. There is nothing sexy about trying out new kinks with your mom, until there is. Figuring out which kinks we bring into the fold, as ways that our characters become defiled by your unholy influence.
Wicked Adoration. You aren't here to punish me. You aren't here to humiliate me. That's not how you look at it. Matter of fact, you still love me. In some twisted way. For example, you know how much your son has watched MILF porn. Taboo porn. All the while, adding the subtle keyword details "MILF + High Heels". So you go out of your way to make sure, when it's appropriate, to wear the pairs that you know would make my balls ache. My cock twist with an arousal that seems unnatural.
What makes this exciting & hot is the fact that we're twisting all these conventional relationships. Why not? We keep it secret. As we descend further into this pit of cum, spit and sweat.
If you're interested in playing other religions, races, cultures in order to bring those concepts into our realm of corruption, I'd love to hear it!
About me
I'm looking for those who enjoy the small details, the nuance, the slow-burn as we create this tale. I tend to write multi-para. So about 2-3 paragraphs, but can easily go higher if the scene demands it. I love bringing a scene to life, layering in the tension, the slow-burn, the subtleties that turn simple moments into something charged, erotic, and unforgettable. It's not just about what happens, but how it happens.
****
Kinks - High Heels, Outfit Play, Foot Play, Seduction, Dirty Talk, Incest, Manipulation, Homewrecking, Corruption, Blackmail, Anal, Oral, Creampies, Cum Play, Taboo Locations, Intelligence, Adultery, Sexual Exhaustion, Multiple Partners, Sloppy Seconds, Sneaking Around, Risky Sex, Orientation Play, Water Sports
Limits - Pain, violence, gore, scat, death....
So.....now what?
Okay. So if you made it here and you find yourself wanting to reach out. That is awesome. I'm glad. Before you do, do me a favor and just make sure you've read the post. Which, I'm assuming you have, since you are here.
Understand that this is a niche play, with some darker elements to it. I am looking for those who are comfortable and eager to be more detailed in their posts. Lastly, while a bit basic, I am a sucker for high heels. So, if you have a interest or taste for writing characters who wear them then, please make sure you take mention of that when you reach out.