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Meteorite
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- Aug 1, 2025
Welcome! I'm Perv. It's a real pleasure to meet you. Thanks for reading my stuff.
I've gone through this a few times, editing this and trying to make it look good and more organized. This is the latest of those attempts.
ABOUT ME
What to tell? Let's see. I've been writing and roleplaying for a decade or more. I started in Celeb-based RP, hence the name. I still appreciate it and will always give time to a celeb-focused idea or scene, but I've branched out.
I write when I can, but I have a real life and a job and a family. Those are most important. So, if you're expecting a partner who will write you immediately and respond multiple times a day, I'm not your guy. Good luck.
WRITING WITH ME & SCENE IDEAS
So I've already covered how often I write, but let's get to the important stuff, right?! I don't love creating a scene and just expecting you to do what is prescribed. Everything listed here is malleable, debatable, deplorable, expendable, dependable, lendable…shit. I over abled myself.
ONs & OFFs
Things I Absolutely Love
CELEB PAIRINGS I ENJOY (I'll be real and tell you I used to have a long list of celebrities but, honestly, I like talking to my partner about what they want out of a scene first and then coming up with ideas. OR if you have ideas for any of these, please feel free.)
Fan x Celebrity
Journalist x Celebrity
Married Dad x Celebrity
Male Celebrity x Female Celebrity
Teen Virgin Fan x Celebrity
Barista x Celebrity
Journalist x Journalist
A NOTE ABOUT CELEB RP, A TALE OF STIGMA
I know that, on some ERP sites, these aren't everyone bailiwick. It's been articulated to me a few times that this is because some feel, as the writing partner, that they lose agency over their character when playing a celebrity. I want to stress that there are actually a myriad of ways you can take a celebrity. For example, I have played, in the past, scenes where Taylor Swift is a sweet angel, loving to be pleased and loving to return the favor.
I once also played a scene where Taylor was a Domme hellbent on making my life miserable in pursuit of my crush on her.
See where things can go? I view the celebrity angle as perhaps a portal into a scene or a fun challenge to attack as a writing partnership.
I hope that explains it a bit more.
FANDOMS, THO? Just ask. I'm a fan of a few but the list is long and varied. I'll warn you that anime is lost on me as are most video games. But, like above, shoot your shot. All I can say is no.
SOME ODDS AND ENDS
These are some random keywords and pairings and settings. Do with them what you wish.
Prostitution
1960s
Britain/British Women
Noir/Detectives
Outfits/Lingerie/Costumes
Coffee shops
Bookstores
Tights/Leggings
PLOT STEMS
These are some ideas and starters I've written over the years. Again, they aren't set in stone and are up for discussion.
Like a Hallmark movie, but with smut!
We all know the tropes at this point.
…The girl leaves her small town and comes back to find romance she thought she lost.
…The town that rallies together to save Christmas and bring two hot people together.
…The two people slammed together by fate who learn about themselves and each other during the holiday season.
Sweaters. Leggings. Parties. Twinkling lights and hot cocoa steaming as snow falls.
These movies end in a loving kiss. But what if instead of a kiss, there was passionate, insane sex thrown into the mix along the way?! That's where this thread lies: the nexus of sweet fun romance and absolutely glorious kink.
The whole point of this post is to create the dirty version of the trope filled fun romp. Let's have some discussions and some fun together!
The Best Part of Waking Up
A bougie hotel. A few nights away for a work conference. Clothes and underwear tossed to the floor. Morning light flowing in from the window shades. Cars pass by, honking through traffic, as the city comes to life far below.
It's before I'm set to wake up for the final day of work stuff. I stir, roll over, flop my limbs over you and wriggle closer. Hard length lands against you gently, a reminder of the night before and perhaps a portent of what's to come. Still half asleep, or more, I don't even know the hot shaft is against your bare skin. My mind clings to warm dreamland still.
——
The question is…who are you? My partner? An affair? A fellow conventioneer? An escort? It really is up to you.
I want to get my creativity flowing again with this open ended idea. I've set the ball on the tee. Where are you going to hit it?
As long as it's consensual and your idea follows from this idea, I literally don't care. I would love to see what you come up with. Bonus for lingerie, celebrities, cosplay, and oral being included.
Any questions?! Ask!
NEW! "But, why is she here?!"
(Based on a dream I had recently.)
My wife is a saint now. But she isn't without her secrets. When we met, I was still a virgin; I had only dated a few women and it hadn't gone far. She had…a history. Which, is great and has only reared its head when her ex's ex showed up at our door.
The blonde. The tits up to her chin. It was clear she had been a trophy wife. When she needed a place to stay, she showed up at our house. We have jobs. Well…I work from home, so I guess it was alright.
The fact of the matter is that she can't keep her hands off me. It started with tempting and teasing and now we're carrying on a full affair as soon as my wife leaves for the day and wrapping it up as soon as she gets back. Whitney helps around the house and I'm glad we are able to give her a place to get back on her feet. But she's spending most of her time on her back or knees.
———
So I had this really vivid dream that basically ran just like this. It can go in any direction we want, but this is the basic framework. Anything is up for discussion here since it was just a dream.
A Crash With a Past Life
He woke up in the morning, earlier than he feasibly needed to. It was winter, so the sun wasn't even a whisper in the sky as he got up, made a cup of coffee and sat down at his computer. Most days, this was how he started his day, a steaming cup cooling as he explored the Internet and found her. His favorite porn star.
She had been retired for years. She didn't even have an OnlyFans. She kept up on social media a bit, mentioned something about the industry being just different than what she wanted.
But he stayed with her, most of the time. He enjoyed porn and tons of pornstars, many of them still in business. But it was always her, his favorite. He loved the way she smiled. Laughed. The attitude she had on camera, a natural bubbliness that he knew was probably acting but…he believed the lie. And wasn't that was it was all for? Belief?
This man, the center of our story, did his morning routine with the girl of his internet porn dreams. Like most mornings. Time with the two of them together, the star a decade in the past on a screen states away. The man, a simple data analyst, spending his time with her, releasing to her, with her, and cleaning up to start his day.
He fed his fish, took his shower, poured another cup of coffee into a cup given to him by his company last holiday. DataTrix Industries. He got on his bike, got all of his stuff situated, and started biking his way to work as the sun finally started to crest over the horizon, hopefully melting the frost that had covered the grass in his suburb.
It was a short ride to the industrial park where his office was, about 10 minutes. It gave Phil, our hero (if you could call him that) time to clear his head. His brain would wander, AirPods with an audiobook or podcast helping to keep him company, a theme of his quite lonely existence. He was all over the place today, with thoughts of his to-do list at work, the fact that he needed to get groceries later, and all the mundane things that seem inconsequential in bigger times with bigger calamities. So, he was thinking about the new fish food his store was carrying, whether or not it was worth it, when the teenager late for school ran the red light and hit Phil. Hard. Off his bike, which careened into the median of the road and sent his body into bushes next to the bike lane.
For Phil, time stopped. Instant blackness. He woke up confused, in extreme pain but with the clarity to see that people were above him, around him, cars slowly driving by. In his bleary periphery he saw ambulance lights reflecting off of bodies and surroundings.
There she was. It was her, the girl from his screen. He mumbled her name, not even cognizant enough to establish that hallucination was a possibility. The woman, nearly identical to the image he had of her morning after morning, a hardcore princess who would do anything in the world to have sex and make love, who had an energy and fun personality that Phil had become quite smitten with, rushed around, checking wounds and getting an IV bag arranged with her partner, who Phil didn't notice but felt.
"Pass me that. No the other one. Yeah. Sir, are you awake? Can you hear me?"
Her voice was the same. She hadn't looked him in the eye yet. But his brain was certain that it was her.
"Uhh…" his mouth was dry. The cold wind had ensure that. He struggled to form words. The instant the pain returned he yelped. It shot through him like electricity.
"Sir, are you aware of your name? Can you tell me what happened?" Cops had already told her. A visibly shaken teen was busy recovering from their second vomiting of the morning.
"Phil. I'm…ugh." It took so much work but he wanted to do it for her because he would do anything for her. "My name is…Phil. And you're…uh…Aurora."
The EMT stopped for a moment. "I'm Kelly. I…my name is Kelly. I'm glad to see you're awake…Phil."
***
So, this is the idea I had. A man has a retired pornstar crush and her new, decidedly non-porn life crashes, literally, into his. Details for a lot of this are malleable and this is all able to be rewritten as we get into the scene. I want her to reach out to him after their first encounter and explain to him that, yes, that is the woman she was. This would ideally become a fun flirty romance with her realizing he likes her for a myriad of reasons other than her body and body of work and him recovering and realizing he needs to be more adventurous and break out of the monotony of his solitary life.
Thanks for reading so far! If you have any questions or see anything that interests you, please reach out. Have a good one.
I've gone through this a few times, editing this and trying to make it look good and more organized. This is the latest of those attempts.
ABOUT ME
What to tell? Let's see. I've been writing and roleplaying for a decade or more. I started in Celeb-based RP, hence the name. I still appreciate it and will always give time to a celeb-focused idea or scene, but I've branched out.
I write when I can, but I have a real life and a job and a family. Those are most important. So, if you're expecting a partner who will write you immediately and respond multiple times a day, I'm not your guy. Good luck.
WRITING WITH ME & SCENE IDEAS
So I've already covered how often I write, but let's get to the important stuff, right?! I don't love creating a scene and just expecting you to do what is prescribed. Everything listed here is malleable, debatable, deplorable, expendable, dependable, lendable…shit. I over abled myself.
ONs & OFFs
Things I Absolutely Love
- Celebrities/Faceclaims: If you're cool playing a female celebrity or some version of one, you rise to the top of the ranks with me, as my name might suggest. It's never required. I got out of that phase a long time ago. But it's still a big turn on for me. We can obviously explore that idea more if you're interested or just curious. Like most things, I can talk about it at length. My posts have some of my favorite ladies listed but Kristen Bell and Katy Perry will let your application rise to the top, so to speak.
- Lingerie/Cosplay: This one isn't as esoteric. I love lingerie in a scene. Sex with it on. Cum on it. Matching sets or the comfiest of comfies, don't really care. I also love pajamas too. Cosplay is another interesting one that extends into fandom play. IE I could be just as interested in a scene with a human dressed as Captain Marvel, Bree Larson dressed as Captain Marvel, or the real damn Carol Danvers in the Captain Marvel suit. Success is all about diversification.
- Groups and Swinging: The more the merrier.
- Consent: I love a good consensual scene. Depending on the idea, I can move from vanilla to filth, romance to kink. BUT I never really love scenes and stories that aren't consensual in most ways. Rape just doesn't get it going for me, creatively or sexually. I could discuss free use, however, if that interests you at all. The line gets blurry there.
Things I Absolutely Say No To
- Piss
- Shit
- Blood
- Incest
- Extreme Ageplay
- Gore
- Humilation and Feminization of MC. Again, if your character wants to be humiliated or you do as a writer, cool. We can talk.
CELEB PAIRINGS I ENJOY (I'll be real and tell you I used to have a long list of celebrities but, honestly, I like talking to my partner about what they want out of a scene first and then coming up with ideas. OR if you have ideas for any of these, please feel free.)
Fan x Celebrity
Journalist x Celebrity
Married Dad x Celebrity
Male Celebrity x Female Celebrity
Teen Virgin Fan x Celebrity
Barista x Celebrity
Journalist x Journalist
A NOTE ABOUT CELEB RP, A TALE OF STIGMA
I know that, on some ERP sites, these aren't everyone bailiwick. It's been articulated to me a few times that this is because some feel, as the writing partner, that they lose agency over their character when playing a celebrity. I want to stress that there are actually a myriad of ways you can take a celebrity. For example, I have played, in the past, scenes where Taylor Swift is a sweet angel, loving to be pleased and loving to return the favor.
I once also played a scene where Taylor was a Domme hellbent on making my life miserable in pursuit of my crush on her.
See where things can go? I view the celebrity angle as perhaps a portal into a scene or a fun challenge to attack as a writing partnership.
I hope that explains it a bit more.
FANDOMS, THO? Just ask. I'm a fan of a few but the list is long and varied. I'll warn you that anime is lost on me as are most video games. But, like above, shoot your shot. All I can say is no.
SOME ODDS AND ENDS
These are some random keywords and pairings and settings. Do with them what you wish.
Prostitution
1960s
Britain/British Women
Noir/Detectives
Outfits/Lingerie/Costumes
Coffee shops
Bookstores
Tights/Leggings
PLOT STEMS
These are some ideas and starters I've written over the years. Again, they aren't set in stone and are up for discussion.
Like a Hallmark movie, but with smut!
We all know the tropes at this point.
…The girl leaves her small town and comes back to find romance she thought she lost.
…The town that rallies together to save Christmas and bring two hot people together.
…The two people slammed together by fate who learn about themselves and each other during the holiday season.
Sweaters. Leggings. Parties. Twinkling lights and hot cocoa steaming as snow falls.
These movies end in a loving kiss. But what if instead of a kiss, there was passionate, insane sex thrown into the mix along the way?! That's where this thread lies: the nexus of sweet fun romance and absolutely glorious kink.
The whole point of this post is to create the dirty version of the trope filled fun romp. Let's have some discussions and some fun together!
The Best Part of Waking Up
A bougie hotel. A few nights away for a work conference. Clothes and underwear tossed to the floor. Morning light flowing in from the window shades. Cars pass by, honking through traffic, as the city comes to life far below.
It's before I'm set to wake up for the final day of work stuff. I stir, roll over, flop my limbs over you and wriggle closer. Hard length lands against you gently, a reminder of the night before and perhaps a portent of what's to come. Still half asleep, or more, I don't even know the hot shaft is against your bare skin. My mind clings to warm dreamland still.
——
The question is…who are you? My partner? An affair? A fellow conventioneer? An escort? It really is up to you.
I want to get my creativity flowing again with this open ended idea. I've set the ball on the tee. Where are you going to hit it?
As long as it's consensual and your idea follows from this idea, I literally don't care. I would love to see what you come up with. Bonus for lingerie, celebrities, cosplay, and oral being included.
Any questions?! Ask!
NEW! "But, why is she here?!"
(Based on a dream I had recently.)
My wife is a saint now. But she isn't without her secrets. When we met, I was still a virgin; I had only dated a few women and it hadn't gone far. She had…a history. Which, is great and has only reared its head when her ex's ex showed up at our door.
The blonde. The tits up to her chin. It was clear she had been a trophy wife. When she needed a place to stay, she showed up at our house. We have jobs. Well…I work from home, so I guess it was alright.
The fact of the matter is that she can't keep her hands off me. It started with tempting and teasing and now we're carrying on a full affair as soon as my wife leaves for the day and wrapping it up as soon as she gets back. Whitney helps around the house and I'm glad we are able to give her a place to get back on her feet. But she's spending most of her time on her back or knees.
———
So I had this really vivid dream that basically ran just like this. It can go in any direction we want, but this is the basic framework. Anything is up for discussion here since it was just a dream.
A Crash With a Past Life
He woke up in the morning, earlier than he feasibly needed to. It was winter, so the sun wasn't even a whisper in the sky as he got up, made a cup of coffee and sat down at his computer. Most days, this was how he started his day, a steaming cup cooling as he explored the Internet and found her. His favorite porn star.
She had been retired for years. She didn't even have an OnlyFans. She kept up on social media a bit, mentioned something about the industry being just different than what she wanted.
But he stayed with her, most of the time. He enjoyed porn and tons of pornstars, many of them still in business. But it was always her, his favorite. He loved the way she smiled. Laughed. The attitude she had on camera, a natural bubbliness that he knew was probably acting but…he believed the lie. And wasn't that was it was all for? Belief?
This man, the center of our story, did his morning routine with the girl of his internet porn dreams. Like most mornings. Time with the two of them together, the star a decade in the past on a screen states away. The man, a simple data analyst, spending his time with her, releasing to her, with her, and cleaning up to start his day.
He fed his fish, took his shower, poured another cup of coffee into a cup given to him by his company last holiday. DataTrix Industries. He got on his bike, got all of his stuff situated, and started biking his way to work as the sun finally started to crest over the horizon, hopefully melting the frost that had covered the grass in his suburb.
It was a short ride to the industrial park where his office was, about 10 minutes. It gave Phil, our hero (if you could call him that) time to clear his head. His brain would wander, AirPods with an audiobook or podcast helping to keep him company, a theme of his quite lonely existence. He was all over the place today, with thoughts of his to-do list at work, the fact that he needed to get groceries later, and all the mundane things that seem inconsequential in bigger times with bigger calamities. So, he was thinking about the new fish food his store was carrying, whether or not it was worth it, when the teenager late for school ran the red light and hit Phil. Hard. Off his bike, which careened into the median of the road and sent his body into bushes next to the bike lane.
For Phil, time stopped. Instant blackness. He woke up confused, in extreme pain but with the clarity to see that people were above him, around him, cars slowly driving by. In his bleary periphery he saw ambulance lights reflecting off of bodies and surroundings.
There she was. It was her, the girl from his screen. He mumbled her name, not even cognizant enough to establish that hallucination was a possibility. The woman, nearly identical to the image he had of her morning after morning, a hardcore princess who would do anything in the world to have sex and make love, who had an energy and fun personality that Phil had become quite smitten with, rushed around, checking wounds and getting an IV bag arranged with her partner, who Phil didn't notice but felt.
"Pass me that. No the other one. Yeah. Sir, are you awake? Can you hear me?"
Her voice was the same. She hadn't looked him in the eye yet. But his brain was certain that it was her.
"Uhh…" his mouth was dry. The cold wind had ensure that. He struggled to form words. The instant the pain returned he yelped. It shot through him like electricity.
"Sir, are you aware of your name? Can you tell me what happened?" Cops had already told her. A visibly shaken teen was busy recovering from their second vomiting of the morning.
"Phil. I'm…ugh." It took so much work but he wanted to do it for her because he would do anything for her. "My name is…Phil. And you're…uh…Aurora."
The EMT stopped for a moment. "I'm Kelly. I…my name is Kelly. I'm glad to see you're awake…Phil."
***
So, this is the idea I had. A man has a retired pornstar crush and her new, decidedly non-porn life crashes, literally, into his. Details for a lot of this are malleable and this is all able to be rewritten as we get into the scene. I want her to reach out to him after their first encounter and explain to him that, yes, that is the woman she was. This would ideally become a fun flirty romance with her realizing he likes her for a myriad of reasons other than her body and body of work and him recovering and realizing he needs to be more adventurous and break out of the monotony of his solitary life.
Thanks for reading so far! If you have any questions or see anything that interests you, please reach out. Have a good one.