Searching for the Exotic, the Strange and the Perverse (All welcome)

[Sensual Tyrannosaurus]

So, to start this off lemme introduce myself; I'm Sensual Tyrannosaurus. *waves*

I've been roleplaying for about four years now, and about three years ago I first started on the erotic side of it. Being a pervert at best I was hooked. I actually think I've done a great deal of my best writing on sites like this, although I try not to take things too seriously.

Traditionally speaking I guess I should have a favorites list, and a list of no-no's, so you know if I'm into the same things as you and might be fun to screw around with. Well, thing is, if I was to list every kink I have, I'd need a whole 'nother thread, because I have just about all of them. So it's much easier to just write up the few things I'm absolutely, positively NOT INTO-

-Scat- Ass to mouth and rimming, I dig, but shit just ain't sexy.
-Pedophilia- For obvious reasons. If it's under seventeen it don't fly.
-Guro- I don't mind a bit of blood, or even outright gore if it's a fight scene. But don't go cutting holes to fuck or tearing me in half and I'll return the courtesy.


((Warning: Everything after this point is long and possibly boring talk about ideals in erotic writing. Feel free to skim, for all my artsy bull I'm a fun loving guy, not some Pron Nazi who demands that all roleplays be literary classics.))


Continuing on with the vague terms, I love thematics. Oh, there's an undeniable joy to modern, mundane, normal characters. Nothing I love better than abusing a cheerleader whore and teaching her what it really means to be a slut, and the added reality of a truly 'normal' setting only makes some acts sweeter. But I also love other settings~ Ancient Greek, Feudal Japan, Medieval, Swords 'n Sorcery, Renaissance, Victorian, Steampunk, Industrialization, Wild West, The Roaring 20s, the days of the Happy 50s Suburb, even the Far Flung Future of androids and gynoids and a thousand new toys!

And if we're going to go and play around in another world, why not make it truly different? Why not make it a world of beautiful sorceresses and muscle-bound heroes, or where wondrous engines of boilers and pipes and cogwork leave us free of drudgery, or a dreary world of Noir populated by hardbitten detectives and crooked cops and classy criminals and seductive babes and evil things lurking just outside the streetlight's reach?

In short, I'll kinda put a lot of effort into this stuff, if my partner will meet me halfway. And oh, characters, let's not forget characters. Interesting characters make the smutty bits so much better for me, and for you too I hope. Even truly vile caricatures who devote their time to breaking and degrading sweet young things need at least a spark, a little flicker of humanity now and then, a motivation for their delightfully deranged hobbies. And even wilting violets and desperately submissive gals should have a backbone.

I'll be wrapping this up now, lest I veer too verbose, but here's a sample of my writing that I hope might show I'm not just an egomaniac wanker;

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A little something from a particularly fucked up RP I was in.

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Tyrone breathed a sigh of pure relief when the car turned around the grove of fat oak trees and the house swung into the headlight's focus, home sweet home looking more beautiful than ever. All two stories, nine windows, three doors and one garage of that little slice of lower-upper-class heaven, sectioned off from the rest of the gated community by the ring of foliage enshrouding it. Those trees were a gift from God as far as Tyrone was concerned, his holy license to do what he pleased without the neighbors having the faintest clue.

What he was doing now, for instance.

His hand slapped against the driving wheel, in tune with the song pouring out of the radio, some sort of girly pop junk performed by a boy band who'd probably been castrated to hit those high notes. Didn't fuckin' matter what it was. It was the principal of the thing- He'd done it, he'd gotten with it, he wanted some fuckin' music like at the end of the movies.

Unbuckling his belt, Tyrone turned round in his seat, hooked an arm around the headrest and gave himself a moment of pure triumph. Oh yeah. His. Every last inch of the drugged out, snoring, clueless girl in the backseat was his now. His girl. His slut. His slave.

His. That word just sent shivers up and down his spine, all the way down, made Lil' Tyrone stir and press up hard against the front of his faded, purposely torn bluejeans, making a sizeable bulge. Yeah. Fuck yeah. His very own. This shouldn't even be real, but it was, so real it pulled his heart up into his throat so each beat sounded like a drumbeat in his skull and made his mind dizzy with the rush of excitement, left him licking his metal-studded lips. Fuck yeah.

Pressing the little button on the keychain that made the garage doors slide open on silent command, Ty pulled in, closed the door again, took the keys out, got out, got the girl out, slung her over one shoulder in a fireman's carry. Oof. She'd looked like a feather back in the car, all stretched out over the backseat. She felt a lot less feathery as he carried her upstairs, having to sit down on the edge of the bed for rest once he finally got his Sleeping Beauty all tucked in.

It was all too good to be true, too easy. Two little pinches of sweet pink powder and the girl was all over him, like an animal, lights gone out from behind her eyes, not even seeing what she was doing. She'd practically begged for the next dose, and the next, even done a shot off his chest, grinning dumb even as the drug burned her mind clear of her old life.

She was his. And he was never gonna get tired of thinking that thought, that thought that brought goosebumbs to his back and his arms, made little sparks bloom in his head as the neurons of his brain went pop pop pop dreaming up everything he was gonna do. Fishing around in his pocket, he came up with the phone he'd taken from her purse. A button click turned it to camera mode and he snapped a shot of her on the bed, passed out, a memento of his victory.

Then a thought came, looking down her contacts list. Why not? He was gonna have to tear out the GPS chip and everything else anyway, so why not send 'em a little hint of what's in store? Rolling the girl's shirt up, he pulled her bra down enough to expose one pink nipple, snapped another photo and sent it to the number marked DADDY.

Too bad for you, shmuck. Shoulda brought your girl up right, told her not to go slumming it at seedy bars in sexy clothes, not to accept drinks from strangers. Hell, isn't it daddy issues that make a girl do shit like that? Probably his fault she was in this mess. Tucking the phone back in his pocket, Tyrone leaned down and gave his new toy a light, almost tender kiss on the cheek, before heading downstairs to get things ready. She had a big day ahead when she finally woke up. The first day of the rest of her new life. With him.

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*reserved for plot seeds*

 

[Sensual Tyrannosaurus]

RE: Searching for the Exotic, the Strange and the Perverse (MxF MxM MxFuta, Updated)

Plots! These are plots. Some are rough drafts, some are fully defined scenarios. Some are pure smut, others are complex! Some are fucked up, some.... Uh.... Okay, they're all at least a little fucked up, I'll admit. Hopefully you like fucked up people and scenarios as much's me.

Anyway! One thing you should know going in is, I don't rush stuff. In a plot that's largely smut, yeah, sure. But in a romance or an adventure it might take a while to get the hard, deep sexings. Some of my characters like to play games, others like to get to know someone before dicking them, but few are especially inclined to dive right into bed. I can and will play multiple characters, and I'll love you forever if you can return the favor.

Oh, and all gender roles are entirely fluid. Substitute F for M, M for F, or whatever for whatever else as you like.
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[80% SMUT, 20% PLAWT]
Maid and the Manor

It wouldn't be without precedent, but it's certainly quite unusual- A dying millionaire has left his manor and surrounding estate to anyone who can 'Remain within the premises of the property for one year in time, taking no more than four hour leaves of absence each day and sleeping inside each night.' A prize like that draws lots of challengers, but not one lasted more than a week, or was willing to say why they'd all been found stark naked and unconscious at the borders of the property.
Once her turn comes around though, he learns pretty fast- The house is a living thing. It speaks to her in dreams, instructing her to wear a very frilly maid outfit and clean the long-neglected rooms... or to perform lewd acts for it's amusement. So, alive and perverted.

((A very odd idea but one I'm eager to try. I imagine a lot of the scenes would involve the house punishing her for ignoring it's increasingly preposterous demands- and possible punishments could include tentacles, horny monsters and sexual dream/nightmare sequences.
Would especially love to do this with a sexy trap as the maid. :3))

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[60% SMUT, 40% PLAWT]
Life's a Show and Sex is a Game

For one year, normally decent and clean-minded people are invited to throw all that away. Eight contestants are given the run of a large house, outfitted with the latest in entertainment systems, modern conveniences and decòr.. but only seven beds.
Every aspect of their lives being streamed live across the globe, they're given sexual tasks to perform each day for the audience's titillation and the losers are punished harshly.
In the end, only one will claim the grand prize.

((Short and sweet this- It's sexy reality TV. The contestant's attendance can be as consensual or not as you please, the main thing here is humiliation, exhibitionism/voyeurism, and MULTIPLE CHARACTERS. I can't stress enough how important being able and willing to play multiple characters is, because most of the plot I see it is interactions/romance between them. Kinks involved are negotiable, but let's get creative.))

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[51% SMUT, 49% PLAWT]
The Big, Dark Woods
Fairly generic porno-fairytale, but it's something I never got around to trying. Years after the story we all know, Little Red's grown up and filled out, and now she needs to find her way through the forest again. But things have changed. The dark shapes hiding in the shadows are different now, where once there was fear, now there's a strange lust. The creatures she meets along the way all seem to want one thing, and many of them aren't about to ask twice. But worst of all, an old friend is back, and the big bad wolf is hungry as ever.

((So, yeah. Adventure plot with some fairytale and sexual-awakening imagery. Lil' Red is trapped in the forest again and has only her wits and sexual charms to help find a way out. Thing is, I'm looking for darkness here. As in, not all of the monsters she meets will be things she wants to fuck, and some of them might genuinely harm her. How bad this is and how dark it gets are up to you, but I'm hoping for someone really twisted to run this with. :3
TL;DR, fairytale-themed adventure with rape, pseudo-rape, corruption, humiliation, monsters, tentacles, seduction, possibly blood/fighting and maybe the occasional scenario not solved by fucking everything that moves. The Big Bad Wolf isn't neccesarily a furry or anthro, could be entirely human looking. Can be altered to be Alice in Wonderland themed instead.))

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[70% SMUT, 30% PLOT]
Sweet Narcotic Dreams
Did you read that writing sample above? That's the first post for this plot. This fucked-up sicko slips a girl drugs that erase her memory, then swipes everything that could tell her where she used to live, what her name was, holds it hostage so that she has to be his slave. All the while giving her more drugs, mind, so that she doesn't figure out how long it's been.

((This is nasty stuff. Preferably whoever takes this should have few limits, because a lot of the appeal here is all the horrible, humiliating things he'll put the girl through. A few things I especially want to explore are needleplay, breast/nipple torture, degradation, humiliation, prostitution and semi-public/public acts. Something else fun to include might be hallucinations caused by the drugs, which could allow us to include just about anything.))

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[80% SMUT, 20% PLAWT]
One Magical Evening
If you had three wishes, what would you do with them? For most people, sexual fantasies aren't far down the list. For a shy, easily overlooked highschool kid with an overactive libido, they are the list. So when his occultist friend sends him a ritual that promises every fantasy fulfilled, of course he tries it out.
He wasn't expecting it to actually work. Now everywhere he goes things devolve into the wildest, most extreme fantasies, as if he was living in a poorly scripted porno. He's working to undo it, and she is too.. But can they stop fucking around for long enough?

((Group sex and lots of it. A bisexual partner highly preferred for this. We can pretty much go any number of places here, depending on what we feel like.))

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[40% SMUT, 60% PLAWT]
Rivals
He's the icon of Central City. He's moral fortitude, clean-mindedness, apple pie and good ol' fashioned family values packaged into a spandex suit and cape. He's the All-American, superhero and idol of millions. He's also Brent Dowell, bumbling lab assistant for EvoLabs, and it's sooooo fucking obvious. 
So, why, why why why why does nobody but her see it?! "Her" being Lydia Lash, AKA, Scourgette, All-American's nemesis, most hated villain in the city, and his direct superior at EvoLabs. And no matter how hard she tries to convince the rest, how often she points out that he's not even wearing a disguises, he just put on a friggin' pair of glasses, everybody just laughs.
And that would be bad enough. Except that it gets worse. She's kind of.. Got a thing for him, in the worst way. And she's damn sure she's caught him looking her way more than once, but does he actually ask her out, no! So, she goes to the one person who'll believe her. Him. And she explains that he doesn't take her out on a damn date and be a gentleman about it too, she's telling everyone.

((Well, that's a textwall. TL;DR, supervillian lady figures out her nemesis' secret identity and blackmails him into dating her civilian persona, keeping her own second identity secret. This could go a lot of places. Sex happens, obviously. At what point he figures out about her and what happens from there is something we can work out together. No specific kinks I want to explore here, although, a little roughhousing or getting tied up might be nice.
Also, despite all appearances, All-American is not a Superman expy. And for that matter, the silly names can be replaced by more serious ones if you want.))

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[100% PURE SMUT]
A Bloody Good Time
She's a common, street-walking girl, who flaunts her T&A for any man with the money to have. But today she's got a special job to do. The kind of work the high class escorts usually get, treating a whole party of rich, handsome men. But the party is even more special and exclusive then she imagines... It's a party for underworld types. Not criminals, but vampires.
On the car ride there they slip her something, a drop of vampire blood. It robs her of her senses and makes her helpless against them, all the while turning her into something closer to them. Her skin turns pale and perfect, her breasts swell, her tush becomes more and more pronounced. By the time they're done drinking her blood dry and having their fun, she's a blood slave, a vampire-groupie bimbo.

((Exactly what it sounds like. The more extreme, the better.))

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[10% SMUT, 90% PLAWT]
In Your Dreams..
Some things are hard to explain. There's no particular reason for them to happen, but they do, because of luck or because of fate or maybe simply because. And ever since he can remember he's dreamed of her. Always the same girl. Never changing, always happy, serene. Always out of reach. As time went on and he went through life, the dreams came more and more often. Sometimes, they weren't dreams at all but waking hallucinations, drifting through his everyday life.
And now he wants to know why. He's done with school, he's done with college, and he's setting off after the girl of his dreams.

((This can go anywhere. Maybe modern fantasy, maybe just an inexplicable occurrence in an otherwise normal world. Who knows! All I insist upon is some form of romance, no matter how twisted.))

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[30% SMUT, 70% PLAWT]
A Minion's Work...
Genius can be a curse at times. You can see things that nobody else could ever envision, but sometimes you can't see what's right under your nose, or remember where you left your favorite wrench. So, that's why you need a minion. Somebody to keep a handle on you, tell you off when you're thinking about trying to conquer the earth, make sure you don't hop down to the hardware store for a batteries with no clothes on..
And that's what she does for him. It's not honestly a bad job. She's learned more about science in a week with him than in a year at college. She's gone on adventures normal people can only dream about. And most of all, there's the little fact that she's head over heels in love with the mad doctor... Now, if only he would notice already..

(Heavily inspired by Girl Genius, as you might've guessed. A mad scientist and his beleaguered assistant have insane, inane adventures in a steampunk world, leading to him eventually realizing how she feels, and then sexings. Science-y sexings. Kinks are entirely negotiable, as the main point is the romance.)

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So, there we are. Quite a few plot seeds ready to be grown into full on scenarios, with a little brainstorming and modification. Not that these are the only things I'll do. At this point you can probably make a rough guess at what I'm into, so, if you have an idea you want to try and think I might like as well, shoot me a message!


I'll also be putting some pairings up shortly.

 

[Sensual Tyrannosaurus]

Bumping this up from the morass of time and abandonment. New plots 'n so forth to come shortly.

 

[Sensual Tyrannosaurus]

Bu-bump. Craving dominant men right now.

 

[Sensual Tyrannosaurus]

Bump! Craving something casual slutty lately.. The kind of roleplay where everybody's fucking all the time, because that's just the done thing in this world.

 

[Sensual Tyrannosaurus]

Bump bump!

 

[Sensual Tyrannosaurus]

B-bump!