Hi WhiteTiger!
It looks like I did indeed get lucky! I am a happy-go-lucky RPer, I think. I am just generally driven to write stories about sex
Actually, I like good story lines as well as graphic sex. My favorite genres are probably historical and fantasy...the sword and sorcery type. I like realism in a story. I think we could make an RP work (with a little patience on your part), and I'm ready to learn! Here is a brief writing sample of mine. I'm not sure it totally reflects my style, but it is me:
Time seemed to stand still; not unlike the blue heron that stood motionless amongst the cattails just ahead of him. He, too, stood without moving a muscle; only his eyes were in motion as he scanned the landscape about him. Nothing stirred except the tall grasses and leaves in a slight breeze. No unusual sounds reached his ears; no odd aromas met his nostrils. He relaxed. Turning his head this way and that he took in his surroundings. He found himself in a golden meadow ringed by a forest that looked dark and mysterious. Behind him and over the tree line the crest of a mighty, snow-capped mountain cut into the azure sky. A smile crept onto his lips. Looking down he saw on the ground before him a shirt of chain mail, a horned helmet, and a three foot long broadsword. He explored his now muscular form. He was attired in a leather jerkin, a fur loincloth, and great leather boots. Throwing his fisted hands toward the clouds he lifted his face and bellowed in unbridled joy.
The blue heron took to graceful flight when the new barbarian began to don his gear and slice at the air with his sword. With a bit of disappointment he noticed that he could swing the hefty blade but two times before he had to lower it. "No big deal," he thought, "I'm just tired from the journey." "Ah, the journey," he mused. How many years of his life had he longed with an aching longing to be caught up in a world not his own. He had felt so out of place in his world of monkey suits, rush hour traffic, staff meetings, and the woes of a boring marriage. How long had he dreamed; devouring the myriad fantasy books in his library; writing his fantastic imaginary exploits in which he wreaked havoc on trolls and dragons and mighty warriors. By sword, ax, and spear he had put the fear of God into the hearts of all who encountered him. He was the ultimate fighter, the berserker, the master of his realm. And what of the fair maidens he had rescued; rewarded by a night of exotic love. Yes, his dream life had been his savior, but only the reality of his dreams would be his salvation.
Oh, the glorious day when the stranger appeared. Walking out of the mists of an autumn morning into the realm of the dreamer, he had brought to pass the salvation our hero long awaited. "Your request has been granted," were the only words the stranger had said. And passing a gnarly hand before the eyes of the dreamer, he vanished. That was all our hero could remember of the moments just before his arrival in this new world. "Unbelievable...," he muttered as he slid his helmet onto his head and raised his sword to the sky. Summoning up his deepest voice he shouted, "I am...," and fell silent. "Well, who am I," he thought. His answer was interrupted by a new question that boomed across the meadow. "Who goes there?!" sounded a guttural voice. The dreamer turned to see a massive form emerging from the dense forest a stones throw away. With lengthy and determined strides the newcomer made his way toward our hero. He was brandishing a huge battle ax and bore a menacing visage. Startled at first, our barbarian quickly assumed his new role: "Hark," he cried, "Art thou friend or foe?" The newcomer's answer came as fast as his stride carried him. In a heartbeat he was upon our hero and, lifting his ax high above his head, he brought it down with fury onto the helmet of our hapless dreamer, splitting his skull to the teeth.
The sun began to set over the distant mountain. Long blue shadows grew across the meadow, deepening the red of the blood that pooled about the crumpled form of the lifeless dreamer. Laughter and drunken song wafted by on the evening breeze. A large blue heron soared across the sky and, flapping its enormous wings, came to rest amidst the cattails, motionless in the fast-approaching night.
WhiteTiger said:
Lolz you won't find many 30+ females XD. You just got lucky
What kind of rper are you? Story driven or sexually driven? How do you like the placing of sexuality within an rp? What are your favorite genres of writing? If you have any writing, I would love to see some
I am a story driven high fantasy with realism writer. I prefer original creative story lines and more. Click on the bottom of my sig on the link and there, it will take you to my req. thread. I have a couple of original story line ideas there in the very 1st post and there is also a link to one of my rps so you can see my writing style. If you think our writing styles can compliment each other, it would be great
I am due now to post there as my turn is up, but I need to do a bit of research first, for some info. XD Let me know or pm me if you think we can work together
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