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Instead of the usual type of request thread, I'm going to provide you with an opener to a RP, and you can simply PM me the next post. I'm not picky about length or grammar. I'm not going to enforce any standards, but I'll only give what I get, most of the time. I think a RP can be fun with both smaller and longer posts, and I'm happy with both long term and short term roleplays. It should also be noted that I only play dominant characters.
The Premise
The premise for this story is that MC, the big, black bull of a guy happens to go to the same college as YC; a priveliged white girl whom feels a strong sexual attraction towards MC. YC has been staring at him in class, in the hallways, wherever, unable to take her eyes off his toned, black body. Everything else about YC is up to you, though it could be fun if YC was already in a relationship, to add the taboo an drama of cheating. We can make the story deeper and more involved if we want to, but this is just a place to start. MC will be the thug-type, as he grew up a poor inner city neighborhood.
When you PM me
When you message me, I ask that you add a link to the face-claim you want for YC. I'll leave this choice entirely up to you. You may also add your desired kinks and/or limits in OOC brackets. None of the below kinks are mandatory, so inform me if there are any you would rather avoid. And please don't PM me with only OOC stuff, because we're supposed to jump right into it.
Kinks
Rough sex • dom/sub • light bondage • anal training • oral • command/obey • toys • skimpy outfits • extreme arousal • big cock • orgasm denial • degradation • cum on clothes • semi-public • name-calling • spitting • nipple play • size difference • musk •
The Introduction Post
Aaron Davis was big for his age. Just in his early twenties, he had thick arms and legs, and stood taller than most every other guy at campus. Maybe it was just because he was big guy, or maybe it was because it was a dominantly white college. Nearly everyone of his peers were white, and thin-limbed, their bodies not made for anything but studying. Aaron though, he was different. He stood out. Not just because of his skin color, but because of his size, and because of the way he talked. He certainly didn't look like he was built for an office life, and he certainly didn't sound like these priveliged white kids, with their timid, juvenile language.
No, Aaron hadn't been raised in some suburban cottage. He had grown up in the streets, living in a shitty apartment with all of his many brothers and sisters. His parents hadn't been around much. They had to work more than one job each to provide for them all, which left Aaron to be raised by the streets.
He could hardly believe he was here at all, at college. School had never been his thing. He didn't have the grades, but he had his hands. It was through the highschool boxing team that he had earned his scholarship, and be the first in his family to ever go to college. He hadn't even wanted to go, but his parents had made him. Now he was stuck here in this place of study, with these people who didn't speak his language. Sure, there were girls, but most of them didn't want to hang out with a thug like him. They wanted some smart-looking, hipster-glasses wearing sissy who would massage their feet and cuddle with them whenever they damned please. They wanted a sheep they could control. And that wasn't Aaron. Aaron was a wolf. He took what he wanted, and he didn't like to ask nicely.
He had almost given up on the girl scene, at least with the college chicks. They often just blatantly ignored him, like he was refuse. But lately he had caught this one girl staring at him. Every now and then, she would look at him, and not just for a glance. So he had done the only sensible thing. One day after class, he had gone up to her and asked if he could help him with this paper they had been told to write. He had invited her to his room, tonight. It was her he was waiting for, as he sat at his cruddy laptop, browsing the girl's facebook page.
As he was clicking through the pictures, he felt himself stirring, and he began to massage himself through his sweat pants. It had been so long since he had bust his nut, all it took for him to get going were some pretty pictures. Just when he was getting to the good stuff, the holiday and bikini stuff, someone rapped at his door. That would be her. He didn't bother putting away the pictures up on his screen. He didn't care if she saw what he'd been doing.
He went and opened the door, grinning at the little white girl who was standing on his doorstep. "Hey, baby girl. You right on time," he said with his unmistakable inner city dialect. "I was just getting started on that paper," he lied, but his years in the streets made him a good liar. He wore a granite grey long-sleeved t-shirt which hugged his muscled torso, and baggy, black sweat pants. His dick was still half erected, his crotch bulging. There was no hiding the size of his manhood; it was what every stereotype would have you believe about black guys. "Well come in, girl," he said. The room was smelly, and messy, because he had never cleaned it. Dirty clothes lay everywhere, and his bed was highly unkept.
Instead of the usual type of request thread, I'm going to provide you with an opener to a RP, and you can simply PM me the next post. I'm not picky about length or grammar. I'm not going to enforce any standards, but I'll only give what I get, most of the time. I think a RP can be fun with both smaller and longer posts, and I'm happy with both long term and short term roleplays. It should also be noted that I only play dominant characters.
The Premise
The premise for this story is that MC, the big, black bull of a guy happens to go to the same college as YC; a priveliged white girl whom feels a strong sexual attraction towards MC. YC has been staring at him in class, in the hallways, wherever, unable to take her eyes off his toned, black body. Everything else about YC is up to you, though it could be fun if YC was already in a relationship, to add the taboo an drama of cheating. We can make the story deeper and more involved if we want to, but this is just a place to start. MC will be the thug-type, as he grew up a poor inner city neighborhood.
When you PM me
When you message me, I ask that you add a link to the face-claim you want for YC. I'll leave this choice entirely up to you. You may also add your desired kinks and/or limits in OOC brackets. None of the below kinks are mandatory, so inform me if there are any you would rather avoid. And please don't PM me with only OOC stuff, because we're supposed to jump right into it.
Kinks
Rough sex • dom/sub • light bondage • anal training • oral • command/obey • toys • skimpy outfits • extreme arousal • big cock • orgasm denial • degradation • cum on clothes • semi-public • name-calling • spitting • nipple play • size difference • musk •
The Introduction Post
Aaron Davis was big for his age. Just in his early twenties, he had thick arms and legs, and stood taller than most every other guy at campus. Maybe it was just because he was big guy, or maybe it was because it was a dominantly white college. Nearly everyone of his peers were white, and thin-limbed, their bodies not made for anything but studying. Aaron though, he was different. He stood out. Not just because of his skin color, but because of his size, and because of the way he talked. He certainly didn't look like he was built for an office life, and he certainly didn't sound like these priveliged white kids, with their timid, juvenile language.
No, Aaron hadn't been raised in some suburban cottage. He had grown up in the streets, living in a shitty apartment with all of his many brothers and sisters. His parents hadn't been around much. They had to work more than one job each to provide for them all, which left Aaron to be raised by the streets.
He could hardly believe he was here at all, at college. School had never been his thing. He didn't have the grades, but he had his hands. It was through the highschool boxing team that he had earned his scholarship, and be the first in his family to ever go to college. He hadn't even wanted to go, but his parents had made him. Now he was stuck here in this place of study, with these people who didn't speak his language. Sure, there were girls, but most of them didn't want to hang out with a thug like him. They wanted some smart-looking, hipster-glasses wearing sissy who would massage their feet and cuddle with them whenever they damned please. They wanted a sheep they could control. And that wasn't Aaron. Aaron was a wolf. He took what he wanted, and he didn't like to ask nicely.
He had almost given up on the girl scene, at least with the college chicks. They often just blatantly ignored him, like he was refuse. But lately he had caught this one girl staring at him. Every now and then, she would look at him, and not just for a glance. So he had done the only sensible thing. One day after class, he had gone up to her and asked if he could help him with this paper they had been told to write. He had invited her to his room, tonight. It was her he was waiting for, as he sat at his cruddy laptop, browsing the girl's facebook page.
As he was clicking through the pictures, he felt himself stirring, and he began to massage himself through his sweat pants. It had been so long since he had bust his nut, all it took for him to get going were some pretty pictures. Just when he was getting to the good stuff, the holiday and bikini stuff, someone rapped at his door. That would be her. He didn't bother putting away the pictures up on his screen. He didn't care if she saw what he'd been doing.
He went and opened the door, grinning at the little white girl who was standing on his doorstep. "Hey, baby girl. You right on time," he said with his unmistakable inner city dialect. "I was just getting started on that paper," he lied, but his years in the streets made him a good liar. He wore a granite grey long-sleeved t-shirt which hugged his muscled torso, and baggy, black sweat pants. His dick was still half erected, his crotch bulging. There was no hiding the size of his manhood; it was what every stereotype would have you believe about black guys. "Well come in, girl," he said. The room was smelly, and messy, because he had never cleaned it. Dirty clothes lay everywhere, and his bed was highly unkept.