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Meteorite
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- Apr 15, 2025
Well this is my first post so I am sure I won’t format it correctly or get out what I’m looking for exactly so I will start with a backstory of myself.
I am an educated 38 year old male who has been role playing for over 20 years.
I have a thought or draft of what I’m looking for it will be a slow burn but end kinky and spicy NSFW.
If the following intrigues you hit me up so we can discuss and adjust to fit both our needs.
The world ended, but he didn't.
He was one of the few who saw it coming—rich enough to prepare, smart enough to disappear. Beneath the wreckage of a world gone to ash, he lives in a private bunker carved into the earth, stocked with luxury, security, and silence. Years have passed, and he's been alone ever since.
Then she shows up.
Young, dirty, desperate—but far from weak. She's been surviving out in the chaos, clawing her way through every betrayal, every storm, every hunger pang. And now she's standing at his door, dangerous in her own right, and just desperate enough to play nice—for now.
He should turn her away. He knows that. But something about her—sharp eyes, sharper tongue, the spark in her when she refuses to beg—pulls at something buried deep inside him. Maybe it's curiosity. Maybe it's need. Maybe it's something darker.
In this bunker, there's food. Power. Water. Heat. But the most volatile thing between them isn't any of that—it's the tension that simmers behind every look, every power play, every late-night stare that lingers too long.
She needs safety. He needs control.
They both need something else they won't admit yet.
In a world stripped of rules, what happens behind locked doors is whatever they decide.
I am an educated 38 year old male who has been role playing for over 20 years.
I have a thought or draft of what I’m looking for it will be a slow burn but end kinky and spicy NSFW.
If the following intrigues you hit me up so we can discuss and adjust to fit both our needs.
The world ended, but he didn't.
He was one of the few who saw it coming—rich enough to prepare, smart enough to disappear. Beneath the wreckage of a world gone to ash, he lives in a private bunker carved into the earth, stocked with luxury, security, and silence. Years have passed, and he's been alone ever since.
Then she shows up.
Young, dirty, desperate—but far from weak. She's been surviving out in the chaos, clawing her way through every betrayal, every storm, every hunger pang. And now she's standing at his door, dangerous in her own right, and just desperate enough to play nice—for now.
He should turn her away. He knows that. But something about her—sharp eyes, sharper tongue, the spark in her when she refuses to beg—pulls at something buried deep inside him. Maybe it's curiosity. Maybe it's need. Maybe it's something darker.
In this bunker, there's food. Power. Water. Heat. But the most volatile thing between them isn't any of that—it's the tension that simmers behind every look, every power play, every late-night stare that lingers too long.
She needs safety. He needs control.
They both need something else they won't admit yet.
In a world stripped of rules, what happens behind locked doors is whatever they decide.