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Mx Female The Smut IS the Plot

Big Shot

Planetoid
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Jul 14, 2021
I've come to a realization a while ago which has inspired my thread title. I used to say I was only here for smut, but that's not entirely true. I like plot, I just want the plot to heavily revolve around the smut. Stories of corruption, transformation, maturation, etc, that's what really gets me going. To say I'm only here for smut would imply that I'm just looking for words that describe the nitty gritty dirty bird, which I do enjoy, but I think we all know that smut is far more enjoyable if there's some foundation underneath it. Some history, backstory, tension. A stepdaughter who never got along with her stepdad, who now finds herself loving being his little fucktoy; a racist woman who never thought she would be caught dead in bed with a black man, who now can't imagine ever being with anyone but; a divorcee who didn't realize how much of a sheltered/bottled-up existence she had been living and is now loving life as she lives it to its fullest, and so on and so on.

Yeah, that's what I'm looking for. I like scenes where there is some build-up, taking time to establish characters and setting, history and motivations, but once the fun gets started I want it to be more than just the core. Even between smut scenes, where there is a little 'downtime' for more build-up, I would like descriptions of sexy clothing, biting lips and pressed-together thighs, hot whispers, even reading internal thoughts about how much our characters can't wait to fuck again.

If that at all sounds like something you'd enjoy, please keep reading... or just send me a PM already. Time's a wasting.

As for what you can expect from me; I'm a fairly advanced writer, I think. I don't make a ton of mistakes, though obviously no one's perfect. I like to write and read pretty meaty posts, I'd say over 400 words would be my desired minimum average, with much more welcomed. I myself often breach 1,000 words, especially when I'm playing multiple characters, which I do think I have a knack for. I love OOC brainstorming and discussion, love to surprise my partners and keep them on their toes, including breaking the fourth walls on occasion. I'm a grown man so I've got no issue just speaking up and saying if something's not working, or I'd like to take a break, whatever. You can expect a response from me as often as I get a response from you, most likely.

Lastly, I am only interested in writing with females. Not males, not undisclosed, not non-binary, not transpeople... Females only, please. I am also not interested at all in having a discussion on "why does it matter?" Thank you.

—Kinks— (not all required, but most)
Extra large sizes, from boobs to manhoods. I like to fantasize about characters that are juuussst past the realm of believability, if possible.
Sexy, kinky clothing, including clothed sex. Or, at least, partially clothed. If you throw your heels off mid-coitus I will stop what I'm doing to go retrieve them.
Anal, DP, Gangbangs. Again, I'm quite good at playing multiple characters. Try me.
Cumplay. Please, don't rush past this one in the play. We just spent 2 pages and 25,000 words getting to this point. The least you can do is have some fun with it.
Raceplay. From the tried-and-true format, to plenty of others, if the idea is right. Good, easy way to establish some serious tension in a scene.
Agegaps. Not necessary for every scene, but fun when it can be involved. I'll play either end of the spectrum, as the plots down below may indicate.
Watersports. Definitely not required, but it's here anyway because I'm an honest man.

—Plots— (outline as quickly as possible, so you can have your chance of making it your own)

Summer Fun: Mom probably wouldn't admit this to anyone, except maybe her very best friends she gossips with, but she absolutely loves the attention she gets from her son's friends when they come over. She's put in a lot of work to 'get her body back,' and to have some young strapping teens take notice, not able to take their eyes off of her, is a thrill. She finds herself dressing 'differently' when she knows they'll be coming around, making flirtatious comments, etc. One day, her comments go a little too far. Or, rather, just far enough. One lucky guy, or the whole crew, it's up to you.

Dork Dick Prodigy: This kid is such a dork one just has to feel bad for him. He's small, thin, nerdy, awkward, clumsy, there's really nothing to note about him. He sticks out like a sore thumb in this wealthy, privileged neighborhood too, since everyone else is absolutely gorgeous, particularly the high population of MILFs lurking about. While he is a little dweeb, he is helpful, particularly with electronics and tech, so he's always being asked for help. One day, one of the housewives gets a gander at what this kid is packing, and her mind is blown. She's even more blown away by how well he wields it, after a bit (a lot) of nervousness at the beginning. Word spreads that the dork's got the best dick around, and every hot lady on the street needs a taste.

Eye for a Spy: A foreign adversary (China, Israel, etc) utilizes every trick in the book to get information on the United States and its powerful elite. My character could be a politician, or a CEO of an important weapons manufacturer, etc. Your character would be the carefully-selected bombshell sent to swoon this powerful man, get close to him – the closer the better – and learn everything she can. Of course, he realizes what she's up to, so he doesn't feed her any real information, just a lot of bread crumb trails to dead end red herrings other buzzwords. This keeps her around, so he can have plenty of fun with her, while she gets nothing out of it on her end. Unless... she starts to fall for him?

Helpful Hands: A beautiful woman spots a homeless man in desperate need. He's old, disheveled, hungry, stumbling to even walk, the poor thing. For reasons we could come up with together, she feels particularly obligated to help this man, so she pulls over, scoops him up, and ushers him back home for a nice hot shower, some clothes, some food, and a place to stay for the night. Sadly, the clothes she's given the man don't fit. Not even close. Those pants are gonna have to come right off...
 
Mesmerized, captivated, enthralled for the remarkable 'Big Shot's' request thread, you reach frantically for your keyboard, hands trembling nervously, biting your lip as you struggle to find the words to say hello. You know making a good first impression is important. You know it could all hinge on this one moment. You have to get it right. He's... He's the best damn potential partner you've ever seen. He's everything you've ever wanted. A role-play with him could in fact change your life, in the best ways imaginable.

Both excited, and terrified, you begin to type...
 
After hours of writing, rewriting, editing, deleting, giving up, trying again, hundreds of words replaced with hundreds of new words, you lean back in your chair and smile, finally satisfied. You wipe some sweat from your brow with the back of your hand, and give your potential PM one more proofread, for good measure. It has to be perfect.
 
Thinking you've written the best introductory note of interest in the history of Bluemoon, you reach for your mouse, and click 'send.'

As soon as you click, the power to your house shuts off. The lights go dark, the refrigerator stops running, and your industrial-strength dragon vibrator ends its recharge cycle early. You look around curiously, confused, a bit frantic. What's going on?
 
Just as your eyes adjust to the sudden darkness of the room, you notice a bright blue light wavering about outside. Moving to the nearest window to see what's going on, the light gets brighter, and moves closer to you. You realize it's a hovering drone just in time.

You drop to the floor as the glass shatters over your head, which you protect from the falling sharp debris with your arms and elbows, cradling your own skull, on your knees, as the gunfire erupts above you.
 
The shattering glass raining down around you diminishes, allowing you to hear the buzzing of the drone still hovering outside the window. It has halted its fire, but begins to move in through the now "open" window. Terrified, you hug the wall while remaining on your hands and knees, and scramble away, out of the living room and into the kitchen.

You're hungry and need a snack.
 
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