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Meteorite
- Joined
- Jun 17, 2025
Thank you for coming to my thread. Hopefully you find something to your taste here. I've been rping for ages and am looking for some fun ladies on here.
My favorite kinks is pregnancy and breeding. I'm also a sucker for bikinis, outfits, public play, squirting, seduction, slow burn, risky sex, public sex, interracial, age gaps, toys. I won't engage with violence, rape, scat, hyper.
My preferences for you and your characters are wide and varied. I would not say that I have a type. I'm open to you playing any type of character you have in mind the out going gym bunny, the shy tomboy, the confident older woman, the chubby passionate young student. I'm a strong believer in that variety is the spice of life. As long as they are well written and believable I'm sure I'll love them.
Hopefully, this catches your eye. Please reach out to me if any of this excites you. Alternatively, if you like my writing but my prompts aren't scratching your itch, suggest one and I'll be more than happy to play it out with you. Look forward to hearing from you!
How I Write & Preferences:
- First person, but am also no stranger to third person.
- Write around 3-5 paragraphs per a response.
- I enjoy a good even mix of smut and plot.
- I'm usually around four-five days during the week and can respond in that time. Yeah working from home.
- I also enjoy friendly OOC chatting as well.
- I have a strong preference for realism and romances.
Kinks & Limits:
F-ListMy favorite kinks is pregnancy and breeding. I'm also a sucker for bikinis, outfits, public play, squirting, seduction, slow burn, risky sex, public sex, interracial, age gaps, toys. I won't engage with violence, rape, scat, hyper.
Characters:
My preferences for you and your characters are wide and varied. I would not say that I have a type. I'm open to you playing any type of character you have in mind the out going gym bunny, the shy tomboy, the confident older woman, the chubby passionate young student. I'm a strong believer in that variety is the spice of life. As long as they are well written and believable I'm sure I'll love them.
Prompts:
I've included some prompts below, it is by no means an exhaustive list or set in stone. If something grabs your attention but you want to tweak it, by all means bring it up to me and I'm sure I'll be more than accommodating. Also if you have your own idea for a prompt I would love to hear it!As a single mom in your late thirties, dating has always felt like a distant dream to you. Between work, school runs, and managing life as a single parent, there just wasn’t time. But after a few glasses of wine one night, you decided to try something new. Swiping through Tinder, you are intrigued when you came across my profile, Alex. I was in my early twenties, the classic triad of tall, dark, and handsome with chiseled jaw, deep brown eyes, and a confidence that practically radiated from my smile. I seemed like someone far out of your league, you are twice my age after all. Surprisingly, we matched.
I am a student at the local university, known for my intelligence and promising future. But beyond my academic achievements, there is something magnetic about me. I wasn’t like the typical guys you had imagined, I had maturity and charm that set me apart. When we started messaging, the conversation flowed easily. I was respectful, funny, and just the right amount of flirtatious. As we made plans to meet, you felt an unexpected rush of excitement. Could this really be happening? When we met for our date, the chemistry was instant. I stood taller than she expected, my muscles defined beneath his simple T-shirt, the kind of body that made your heart race. We shared a few drinks at a quiet local watering hole, talking effortlessly about everything. School, life, and the awkwardness of being single at their different stages in life. My voice was smooth, my laughter infectious, and my gaze never left yours.
After a few drinks, the night was starting to blur with heat and desire. You felt the butterflies in her stomach, but they weren’t nerves, they were hunger. My hand brushed yours as they walked out of the bar, my touch lingering, sending a jolt of electricity through you. We stood by my car, the tension palpable in the air between us. As I leaned in to kiss you, you felt the thrill of the forbidden, the thrill of being desired by someone so much younger.
I am a student at the local university, known for my intelligence and promising future. But beyond my academic achievements, there is something magnetic about me. I wasn’t like the typical guys you had imagined, I had maturity and charm that set me apart. When we started messaging, the conversation flowed easily. I was respectful, funny, and just the right amount of flirtatious. As we made plans to meet, you felt an unexpected rush of excitement. Could this really be happening? When we met for our date, the chemistry was instant. I stood taller than she expected, my muscles defined beneath his simple T-shirt, the kind of body that made your heart race. We shared a few drinks at a quiet local watering hole, talking effortlessly about everything. School, life, and the awkwardness of being single at their different stages in life. My voice was smooth, my laughter infectious, and my gaze never left yours.
After a few drinks, the night was starting to blur with heat and desire. You felt the butterflies in her stomach, but they weren’t nerves, they were hunger. My hand brushed yours as they walked out of the bar, my touch lingering, sending a jolt of electricity through you. We stood by my car, the tension palpable in the air between us. As I leaned in to kiss you, you felt the thrill of the forbidden, the thrill of being desired by someone so much younger.
I'm Drew, I'm a burly bear of a man, in my mid-50s. My strong arms are covered in old-school naval tattoos, from back in my Navy days, they were the peak of masculinity. My brown hair has started to show streaks of grey. Life wasn't easy growing up with no dad, poverty, it was pretty much a given that I'd end up in the Navy. Spent what felt like a lifetime there. After leaving I started my own construction and contracting business. It was extremely successful, and I've been able to retire early. Retirement's been a strange thing. Too much free time and not enough to keep me busy. I've let myself go a bit since hanging up the uniform, but I'm still a bear of a man. I'm a good-natured guy, always have been. My wife and I have grown distant as of late, perhaps me being around so often now drives her nuts.
My hands have always been used to doing things, retirement while relaxing has made me restless. I often spent hours on projects that were in the grand scheme of things pointless, I just needed something to do. I kept the house spotless not because I was a clean freak, but because I always had to have my hands busy.
Thank goodness you came around, I wasn't sure what I would've done.You've been interviewing me for a human interest piece on my company. When you requested the interviews it felt like an amazing chance to get out of the house and away from my nagging wife. It was supposed to be a simple one and done interview. However, when we first met sparks flew. I was entranced by your spirit, passion, and well your huge breasts. They caught the eye of everyone around, no doubt. You were attracted to my strong demeanor, commanding presence, but deeply caring attitude. We quickly decide that I need a memoir or even to bring you on as my biographer. Really any excuse for us to sneak off together.
My hands have always been used to doing things, retirement while relaxing has made me restless. I often spent hours on projects that were in the grand scheme of things pointless, I just needed something to do. I kept the house spotless not because I was a clean freak, but because I always had to have my hands busy.
Thank goodness you came around, I wasn't sure what I would've done.You've been interviewing me for a human interest piece on my company. When you requested the interviews it felt like an amazing chance to get out of the house and away from my nagging wife. It was supposed to be a simple one and done interview. However, when we first met sparks flew. I was entranced by your spirit, passion, and well your huge breasts. They caught the eye of everyone around, no doubt. You were attracted to my strong demeanor, commanding presence, but deeply caring attitude. We quickly decide that I need a memoir or even to bring you on as my biographer. Really any excuse for us to sneak off together.
Professor Caleb Long was preeminent professor of human anthropology, focusing on female fertility and sexuality. He was just pushing forty. He was tall, dark brown hair with just a hint of white coming in, a well kept beard. His dress sense was always impeccable. All of his classes are completely booked and waitlisted. You found yourself in one of his classes and were transfixed by him and the subject matter. You hung on his every word, you could see the passion he felt for the subject and began to feel the same passion yourself.
Every year he accepted one female candidate to do a one on one study with. The study is always secret and shrouded in mystery. Many emerged from the study with a new found outlook on life as well as carrying life themselves. Every single woman to be accepted into this program was immediately catapulted to academic stardom. Many said it was a major stepping stone for them. You find yourself a student in his class.
Today is the day, applications are due. You have prepared your application and think you'll be a real stand out among the other applicants, you hand it to him and he gives you a warm smile "Thank you very much for your interest the interview will be at 5:00 this afternoon in my office." Your heart flutters at the thought of the interview. You count down the hours until the interview.
Every year he accepted one female candidate to do a one on one study with. The study is always secret and shrouded in mystery. Many emerged from the study with a new found outlook on life as well as carrying life themselves. Every single woman to be accepted into this program was immediately catapulted to academic stardom. Many said it was a major stepping stone for them. You find yourself a student in his class.
Today is the day, applications are due. You have prepared your application and think you'll be a real stand out among the other applicants, you hand it to him and he gives you a warm smile "Thank you very much for your interest the interview will be at 5:00 this afternoon in my office." Your heart flutters at the thought of the interview. You count down the hours until the interview.
I am Dr. Carlos Silva the president of the research branch of Venus Pharmaceuticals, a company that tailors to making drugs for women's sexual health and reproduction. I'm nearly twice you age and could pass as your father. I grew up in the favelas of Rio but worked my ass off to get where I am now. I'm an affable gentleman and occasional office flirt. Half the time you aren't sure if I'm actually discussing research or making a double entendre. Despite working in helping people have kids I have none of my own and that weighs on me. My wife works in the marketing department, we've had a fruitless marriage.
You've been hired a few months ago as the new secretary. Recently, we've been having trouble finding testing subjects for a new series of fertility drugs and deadlines are approaching. While the ethics board may rake me over the coals I'll be damned if I let all this grant money be wasted.
I've kept a low key eye on you and all the female researchers around the office but you seem like the most promising candidate. So over the course of a week I slip you a new hyper fertility drug given to you in the company cantina in the food. After a few weeks you've noticed a much higher libido, perkier breasts, were those a few drops of milk, and more side effects that you begin to notice. You've noticed I've been a lot more attentive to you lately. I've always been friendly and flirty but this is extra So how did things end up like this? With your panties bunched up around your ankles and me behind you thrusting into you. You just wanted to catch up and see how I was doing. It was just some innocent flirting and chatting. One thing has led to another, looks were given, dirty words were exchanged, clothes were quickly lost. This was not how you expected your lazy Friday afternoon to go, not that you are complaining. This could make for the best summer you've had!
You've been hired a few months ago as the new secretary. Recently, we've been having trouble finding testing subjects for a new series of fertility drugs and deadlines are approaching. While the ethics board may rake me over the coals I'll be damned if I let all this grant money be wasted.
I've kept a low key eye on you and all the female researchers around the office but you seem like the most promising candidate. So over the course of a week I slip you a new hyper fertility drug given to you in the company cantina in the food. After a few weeks you've noticed a much higher libido, perkier breasts, were those a few drops of milk, and more side effects that you begin to notice. You've noticed I've been a lot more attentive to you lately. I've always been friendly and flirty but this is extra So how did things end up like this? With your panties bunched up around your ankles and me behind you thrusting into you. You just wanted to catch up and see how I was doing. It was just some innocent flirting and chatting. One thing has led to another, looks were given, dirty words were exchanged, clothes were quickly lost. This was not how you expected your lazy Friday afternoon to go, not that you are complaining. This could make for the best summer you've had!
I'm Trevor Grant. After more than three decades of chasing deadlines, closing deals, and building a career I'm proud of, I've finally stepped into a new chapter: retirement. At 55, I can say I've worked hard, taken risks, and made my share of mistakes. I've built a business, built a community, and traveled more miles than I can count, but now I'm trying to learn how to slow down. My face carries a few lines, sure, but they've settled into something I'd call distinguished. My wife and I got married young, we've always been career driven people and that left no time for a family. However, we are childless and I wants nothing more than to be a father.
Retirement, they said, would be a time to relax, to finally take it easy. Hell, I’d earned it, hadn't I? Decades of back-breaking work in the Navy and then building my construction company from the ground up—it wasn’t just a job; it was my life. But now? Days stretch out like a damn desert, and I feel more useless than I ever did as a broke lad on the docks, staring out at ships I thought I’d never board.
The house is a reflection of that chaos. Dust piling up like forgotten memories, tools scattered where projects were started but never finished. My wife, God bless her, has done her fair share of complaining, but she’s not about to roll up her sleeves. No, she’s grown accustomed to a life where hard labor is something other people do. I don’t begrudge her for it, not after all these years, but it’s clear something’s gotta give.
That’s where the ad comes in. I didn’t think I’d be the kind of man to hire help, let alone a live-in maid, but here I am. The house is too damn big, too damn cluttered, and frankly, I could use some company that isn’t just the echo of my own thoughts. I kept the wording simple: Live-in maid requested. Good pay, good benefits. All candidates will be considered.
There’s a part of me that wonders if I’m looking for more than just help around the house. Maybe I’m looking for something to make these quiet days a little louder, a little warmer. I lean back in my chair, fingers brushing over the tattoos on my forearm, faded but still there. They’ve seen a lot of life. Maybe it’s time for something new.
Retirement, they said, would be a time to relax, to finally take it easy. Hell, I’d earned it, hadn't I? Decades of back-breaking work in the Navy and then building my construction company from the ground up—it wasn’t just a job; it was my life. But now? Days stretch out like a damn desert, and I feel more useless than I ever did as a broke lad on the docks, staring out at ships I thought I’d never board.
The house is a reflection of that chaos. Dust piling up like forgotten memories, tools scattered where projects were started but never finished. My wife, God bless her, has done her fair share of complaining, but she’s not about to roll up her sleeves. No, she’s grown accustomed to a life where hard labor is something other people do. I don’t begrudge her for it, not after all these years, but it’s clear something’s gotta give.
That’s where the ad comes in. I didn’t think I’d be the kind of man to hire help, let alone a live-in maid, but here I am. The house is too damn big, too damn cluttered, and frankly, I could use some company that isn’t just the echo of my own thoughts. I kept the wording simple: Live-in maid requested. Good pay, good benefits. All candidates will be considered.
There’s a part of me that wonders if I’m looking for more than just help around the house. Maybe I’m looking for something to make these quiet days a little louder, a little warmer. I lean back in my chair, fingers brushing over the tattoos on my forearm, faded but still there. They’ve seen a lot of life. Maybe it’s time for something new.
Hopefully, this catches your eye. Please reach out to me if any of this excites you. Alternatively, if you like my writing but my prompts aren't scratching your itch, suggest one and I'll be more than happy to play it out with you. Look forward to hearing from you!
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