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About me–
I know plot bunnies can help, but I really really enjoy plotting from scratch, so that I can chat about more then only my ideas as I don't want to limit potential partners too much beyond my yes's and no's already. So, just for the time being, I'm gonna let my likes, F-list, and writing samples do the talking and hope people feel comfortable brainstorming till lightening sparks.
My other thread has some plot bunnies though.
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 (though am not a stickler about it) 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 but I do my best to ping-pong!
- A few simple basics I look for; –Athletic/'Masc' body type x Femme (MC femme), –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, consensual or dub-con, –D/s (MC submissive), –Oral scenes (both ways), –Clit-play, and erotica~
- I lean towards sapphic pairings a bit (YC cis woman or intersex woman) but feel free to pitch M x F pairings as occasionally I'll do them! I also am very much into anthro pairings, though not a requirement, just throwing it out there, happy to play as and against a human too though.
- I can be a certified yapper in OOC or only chat when necessary, I just aim to be amiable and am looking for the same!
- 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 and let me know about your interests as well because if it's not in my 'no' category I will probably be up for it < 3 !
I know plot bunnies can help, but I really really enjoy plotting from scratch, so that I can chat about more then only my ideas as I don't want to limit potential partners too much beyond my yes's and no's already. So, just for the time being, I'm gonna let my likes, F-list, and writing samples do the talking and hope people feel comfortable brainstorming till lightening sparks.
My other thread has some plot bunnies though.
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.
Slowly, the ample faun of hillside curves began to lower herself,
down down down,
her hands coasting along the burliness of his abdomen, until
she was on her knees.
Standing full on them, her head was level with his...pillar of rapture.
Her tongue darted from her lips, wetting them, preparing herself, before she reached up to the hem of his trousers, unclasped them, and pulled down to allow the python he was hiding to spring out.
His musk hit her like a strong wind.
Scent of arousal making her occult-stomach growl even with the snack of his kiss.
Libi swallowed preemptively as his grieves fell to the floor, her eyes staring straight on at the one-eyed-serpent she had revealed.
Gods...he had a lot of beef to offer didn't he?
She was already feeling absolutely puny down before him, his shadow blocking off the fire but his own body there to offer plenty of warmth, hells, her curly crimson hair was already nearly completely dry at this point.
Then this pillar joined the party.
A quick exhale, like an athlete about to participate in dedicated practice, escaped her lips.
Her body was -built- to handle any and all sizes, it was evolutionary, to be able to siphon from any sentient race a fiendish one might need to take from.
She could do this.
She was good at it.
Libi's hands laid to the front of his thighs, then slowly driiiifted to the edge, like a sensual grand marshal leading in the parade of her oral-show.
The horned cranium diving in.
She tilted until her face was on the underside of the hardening length, it was even obscured by his aerial view, going all the way to the base of the pole.
She could feel her horns shudder, and two slits at her back flinching, along with her wiggling wagging tail.
He would see, for just a moment, he would see before being hypnotized, but, when he awoke again, like all the others, he would likely just think it was a mirage.
Her tongue laid down flat at the underside of his member, her saliva making her tongue feel especially spongy and slippery, and, a few inches longer than one would expect from a faun, it being able to loop around the circumference of his shaft to where the tip of her oral muscle was faintly be seen tickling the topside of his girth.
Then as she withdrew it to wiggle on the underside, her hands swooped below, holding each fuzzy plum in each palm, giving a small and dedicated caress to the orbs and a lift of support.
Once the base of the bottom of his manhood was decidedly wet, she liiiiiifted his carnal extremity up with her face, liiiiiiiiiicking along his shaft, her long tongue leaving a saliva trail beside as it shifted, left, right, left right, LeftRight, along his meat, forcing his salacious structure to point upwards at him so that her mouth could make it's trail towards that mushroom-point.
down down down,
her hands coasting along the burliness of his abdomen, until
she was on her knees.
Standing full on them, her head was level with his...pillar of rapture.
Her tongue darted from her lips, wetting them, preparing herself, before she reached up to the hem of his trousers, unclasped them, and pulled down to allow the python he was hiding to spring out.
His musk hit her like a strong wind.
Scent of arousal making her occult-stomach growl even with the snack of his kiss.
Libi swallowed preemptively as his grieves fell to the floor, her eyes staring straight on at the one-eyed-serpent she had revealed.
Gods...he had a lot of beef to offer didn't he?
She was already feeling absolutely puny down before him, his shadow blocking off the fire but his own body there to offer plenty of warmth, hells, her curly crimson hair was already nearly completely dry at this point.
Then this pillar joined the party.
A quick exhale, like an athlete about to participate in dedicated practice, escaped her lips.
Her body was -built- to handle any and all sizes, it was evolutionary, to be able to siphon from any sentient race a fiendish one might need to take from.
She could do this.
She was good at it.
Libi's hands laid to the front of his thighs, then slowly driiiifted to the edge, like a sensual grand marshal leading in the parade of her oral-show.
The horned cranium diving in.
She tilted until her face was on the underside of the hardening length, it was even obscured by his aerial view, going all the way to the base of the pole.
She could feel her horns shudder, and two slits at her back flinching, along with her wiggling wagging tail.
He would see, for just a moment, he would see before being hypnotized, but, when he awoke again, like all the others, he would likely just think it was a mirage.
Her tongue laid down flat at the underside of his member, her saliva making her tongue feel especially spongy and slippery, and, a few inches longer than one would expect from a faun, it being able to loop around the circumference of his shaft to where the tip of her oral muscle was faintly be seen tickling the topside of his girth.
Then as she withdrew it to wiggle on the underside, her hands swooped below, holding each fuzzy plum in each palm, giving a small and dedicated caress to the orbs and a lift of support.
Once the base of the bottom of his manhood was decidedly wet, she liiiiiifted his carnal extremity up with her face, liiiiiiiiiicking along his shaft, her long tongue leaving a saliva trail beside as it shifted, left, right, left right, LeftRight, along his meat, forcing his salacious structure to point upwards at him so that her mouth could make it's trail towards that mushroom-point.
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