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MxF - Various plots/starters within - Happy to explore all ideas!

vanityinfinite

vanityinfinite

Super-Earth
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Hello, and thanks for reading!

I will add story plots/prompts to this thread as I come up with them. I've titled each appropriately so that you're able to read through only the one's that may interest you.

Generally speaking, I'm interested in romantic RPs, with a mashup into other genre's, that are highly detail driven. This means that I'm an experienced writer (in 1st and 3rd) and am looking for someone that is interested in developing a story, not just 1 sentence writers.

I'm open to chatting with anyone (experienced and inexperienced) and have many different mediums that I can use (PMs, Discord, Hangouts, GDocs). If you're interested in either creating something fresh/new or discussing one of the plots from my list below, then please send me a message (keeping in mind it doesn't have to be ONLY about one of my ideas. I'm very open to yours too).

Talk soon, I hope!
 
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M4F - The Newly Forbidden Student (1st)

My life is rather mundane… One that most people wouldn’t talk about… daily life had become very much routine. Wake up, go to work, hit the gym on the way home and then spend the rest of the evening propped in front of the TV with a lap full of papers to mark. The only change this year has brought with it is the introduction of you… my new student. I’m not quite sure why I’d never seen you before, maybe your family just moved into town? Maybe I was too preoccupied in my mundane life… but the truth, if I admitted it to myself, is that I wake up every day thinking of you. I stand under the water of the shower, with my manhood firmly in my hand, as I stroke out some sort of release to the thought of your perfectly formed body…

Today is Friday… a weekend of release from the torment I put myself through daily as I try to sneak in another peek at your legs, hoping that when you lean down to put a book in your backpack maybe some other flesh will show up for my eyes to see. My mind is rushing, despite it being time for me to teach, with thoughts of what we’d do if somehow we found ourselves together at my house for the weekend… if somehow you just… the class is staring at me, Gah! I haven’t said anything in a few minutes “and your homework for this weekend is to interview someone that is in a position of authority over you. You need to find as many intimate details about them as you can and write a 500 page” I laugh a little at my own, on purpose, blunder “500 word report for me for Monday” groans of sighs from the class, as always. I wonder if I would have used the word intimate if you weren’t on my mind? I take a seat at my desk and give the class 10 minutes to think about who they’ll interview before the bell rings. I realize this is likely a futile exercise, but I do like to give those that use this time wisely a chance to get a head start on homework.

As I lean back into my chair my eyes try to casually make their way toward you, but seem to dart instantly to your legs in your black uniformed skirt. Somehow you make it appear perfect! You draw sex appeal from something that just seems so ordinary on anyone else. Your legs are thick and curve perfectly into your backside. Your skin accents the black skirt in a way that creates a contrast like no other I’ve ever seen. Your ample bosom looks ready to be plucked… Gah, what are you doing, what are you doing Mr. Hunter I scold myself and try to look away… but your movement catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. Your legs move from being crossed and swing out to stand up did I see panties? I question myself stupidly, pathetically… before raising my eyes to yours as you’re standing at my desk “I’m so sorry, I was lost in thought there” I apologize with the truth “What can I do for you?”

Your response isn’t immediate… almost like you’re hesitating to ask me something… “What is it, what is it” I reach half way across my desk before realizing that I’ve reached out and almost to touched you; I pull my hand back.
 
M4F - What are you watching?

And another red light, of course!!! I’m already late and I forgot my USB stick at home with all my work from last night. As I round the corner of our street I remember back to 5 years ago when we got married and decided to move into this neighborhood. It’s such a beautiful quiet area, it’s our little oasis; a place we love to call home. As I speedily pull into the driveway and stomp up to the front door the neighbor calls out a quick hello as I shove my key into the lock at the front; I don’t audibly respond but simply nod back and wave slightly as I enter the house out of sight.

I know exactly where I left it; I took the stupid thing out of the desktop computer and set it on top of my desk, knowing that if I didn’t take it out I’d forget it when I left this morning. GAH!!! I should have just put it in my briefcase right away. I slip off my shoes and charge quietly towards my office, assuming you’re upstairs in the shower; you were kind enough to make me a quick breakfast this morning knowing how long I’d worked last night at home.

I’m not quite sure where the sound is coming from, but I hear some faint whispers… or is it whispers as I get closer to my office. I round the corner and the opening to my office comes into view, I can’t really make out what is on the screen but see you sitting in my chair, back to me, eyes on the screen. Another few steps and I’m in the doorway; only then do the sounds and the images come into focus… You’re looking at porn!!!

Your legs are up on my desk, spread wide… you’re completely naked and your hand is firmly planted against the softest part of your body… I… You… What… Why!!! My thoughts run wild as I can hardly even understand the scene that’s happening before me… My eyes shift to the screen… A woman in red/pink frilly ties, tied to each corner of the bed… a man standing over her… no, not standing over her… kneeling between her legs… is he torturing her!??!? No… no… another moment passes and it’s clear he’s not actually torturing her, he’s tormenting her… teasing her to the point where she’s begging him to touch her… begging him to kiss her... begging him to push his mouth against her pussy, against her clit… begging him to be inside her…

“What is this…?” I stammer out, finally getting the wind back and managing the only thing that comes to mind…
 
M4F - Walter Malton, killer (3rd)

Walter Malton and had been alone for many years. Walter, being a private man, had always kept his love life a secret from anyone and everyone. The fact that his wife passed years ago played little relevance on the man Walter had become and the life he had now, or so he thought.

Fall was upon the city. The Malton house stood on its outskirts alone. It was kept in decent condition, Walter wasn’t an outwardly handy man but made sure that someone was always hired to maintain the house since his wife’s passing. Unfortunately since her passing he’d become a bit of a recluse. He withdrew into the depths of his own despair and lived in the darkness of these thoughts for the past 3 years. If he was asked, he could honestly say that he didn’t know the man he’d become.

Walter had money and had recently hired a housekeeper. He knew her face. He knew she spent a lot of time at his house. He didn’t know much else though. Once in awhile Watler felt like she was trying to grab his attention, but he was sure it was only in his mind. The solitary house had a wonderful indoor/outdoor pool that spanned through a small cut out warmth hole from inside to outside. On the patio, upstairs, beyond the kitchen was a hot tub and Walter often noticed when his beautiful housekeeper would go out to clean; it seemed she couldn’t manage to clean it without soaking herself. Walter couldn’t be certain, but he did dream that she did this on purpose when she knew he was around. Oh how the shirt hugged her body.

Tonight was like many weekend nights. Walter invited a young woman over, Barbara. He’d met Barbara at the grocery store just outside town, but that wasn’t a random occurrence… no, it never was with Walter.

The doorbell chimed. It was Barbara. He didn’t even bother offering her a drink or any food. He knew her type; when she saw the house her legs would loosen and open wide for him. She walked in and without hesitation began up the stairs, without even as much as an invitation.

The master bedroom was vast. Large columns surrounded the bed, a fireplace off to the right side of it, a bathroom with a jacuzzi tub to the left. Beyond the fireplace a patio door that led to the balcony beyond. No hesitation tonight, Barbara was undressing the second she stepped foot on the thick rug beside the bed. Walter watched as this specimen slipped out of each article of clothing leaving a trail as she made her way to the centre. He’d watched many sluts, just like her, do this same charade. He wasn’t sure what got him up anymore… was it the thrill of what he knew was to come at the end, or was it the actual flesh he was seeing for the first time. His body moved to meet hers, and meet her it did. He showed her things she would have never experienced if she wasn’t who she was, if she hadn’t lived the life she had… but alas, none of it was new to her. Nothing was new and fresh for her.

He was on top of her, missionary position… something probably too tame for her… but he was in control; as he released inside of her she began to protest about such an invasion on their first time. He pushed himself off his elbows from the bed so he was hovering over her. His left hand met her lips and covered them, snuffing out the noise of her protest. His right hand reached to the side of the bed, raised high and slammed down into her chest. The shock in her eyes only lasted a moment before the life faded from it.

His eyes and ears always perked up at this moment. The last moments of just another deviant, another woman that many men have had, but none would miss… A sound from the balcony? His eyes glared in the direction, but the light from the fire flickered and took away any chance of seeing anything. As her body stopped moving he stepped away from the bed, naked, and moved to the door swinging it open. Nothing...
 
M4F - Humanity's Last Hope (3rd)

PAIRING’S:

  • Tavish & UNKNOWN NAME (Tavish is my character....... Your character is...)
  • Lincoln & Trixie (pilot/mechanic)
  • Logan & Brenda (explorers, adventurer's)
  • Hank & Erin (oldest female, brash couple; a bit on the wild side)
  • Scott & Sarah (playful couple, very friendly and understanding)

The only way the earth would be described today is dead. The ten that were chosen and found
themselves aboard the “last hope” were the only one’s left of humanity, truly the last hope. During the last five years of ‘regular’ life on earth, if you could call it that, genetic tests were performed on all that applied to make the journey on the last hope. The tests looked at all aspects of a person, from their genetic makeup to their disposition for violence. Ten were chosen, five men and five women; paired according to their genetic makeup and dispositions. The scientists got it right. There were hardly ever fights amongst the ‘couples’ on the ship, but between the group… oh yes, there were fights… endless torment on this ship, as they’d describe being with one another. Three years in a confined space with anyone could make even the most laid back person go insane.

Tavish and UNKNOWN NAME were a match made in heaven, at least according to the scientists. There was no doubt that they had unbreakable chemistry; there were many times
that they wanted to break the covenant of the last hope; the covenant stipulating that no sexual intercourse would happen until a suitable landing site was found, and inhabited by the only remaining members of humanity. The question still remained, when they weren’t trapped in this vessel, would they keep that same chemistry? Would they still be drawn to one another when the entire world was their playground?

Time would soon tell. The ship was in its descent to a planet they called NH001 (New hope 001). It seemed appropriate given the nature of their trip… given the nature of this last ditch effort to save humanity. The gas in the air consisted of a higher degree of oxygen than earth, and a substance that couldn’t be identified, but the liquids on the surface tested on long-range sensors to be just like that of water. It seemed their only hope, seeing as the vessel was only made to last for four years and they were well into their third.

As Lincoln set down the ship his companion, Trixie, held his arm steady as they set down finally! All 10 cheered for joy as relief began to set in. Logan and Brenda were the first to the door, the adventurers, as they pulled on their suits to step out into the anti-gravity chamber. They’d test the air and ground first, before opening the sealed chamber to the rest of the crew. Logan pushed the button.
 
M4F - Caught in the act (1st)

Today is no different from any other day. I’m sitting at my desk, working from home, as I always do. This morning when I woke up I’m not really sure what or where the feeling came from but I’ve been overwhelmed with a sense of urgency to be sexual today. I’ve been searching and searching all morning for something fun and exciting to look at online and have finally stumbled upon the right video.

I’ve snatched up my headphones and pulled them over my ears… the video on my screen and the moaning in my ears has helped harden me in a moments notice. I wiggle out of my pants and boxers and let my manhood escape into the office air. My hand merges with it and I begin stroking… slowly at first… but as the images on the screen progress so does my excitement and motion…

I'm caught up in the moment… enjoying the video before me, the feeling between my legs… until I hear a loud noise behind me… I swing my chair around and there you are…
 
M4F - A world epidemic (3rd)

A year ago things were different. His life was flying along as a well-to-do bachelor… but then he met her, Calista. She carried with her a radiance that one could only describe as cheerful, joyous. On their first date sparks flew and he was instantly enamoured in her. When she introduced her two girls, twins and both 14 at the time, he wasn’t turned away like most men would be, no… he was drawn even closer to Calista. She was a wonderful Mother and woman. She cared for those girls like Logan had never seen any woman care for anyone. Celestia and Ambrosia were both a delight to be around, and they had their Mother to thank for their upbringing.

The wedding came as no surprise and happened only a month before. All the ladies moved in with Logan, and the girls seemed excited to have their own rooms. Logan had installed an adjoining door for their rooms, similar to two hotel rooms with each their own door. He thought it was important for them to keep their space, but also keep their connection. Life was great. When you’d see a commercial on television that had the ‘perfect family’, well… it could
have been them.

Reports started to flood in, throughout the media, that there were government experiments going wrong in the Middle East and African continents. But then, media always reported on the absolute worst of the worst. Not many people living outside of those continents paid much attention to the reports; if one were honest media attention had been doom and gloom there for years. But when reports started to talk of an epidemic spreading from Africa and the Middle East throughout Europe, Asia and Russia it began to turn some heads. Soon thereafter it was confirmed that the world was in danger of being overrun by these ‘government experiments’. Reporters were broadcasting live news in Australia as human being’s seemed to begin ripping each other apart.

The crazies, of course, were talking about this as if it were already confirmed to be a zombie apocalypse, but they’d seen far too many movies. Zombie’s weren’t real. Despite opposing media coverage and the government of the American continents telling the public that these reports were false, there was a mad rush to stores. People were buying water and non-perishables like they did when there was the Y2K scare. People started digging out their backyards to install bunkers… but these efforts were futile. The oxygen of the earth was filled with the contaminant. Unless they lived in a bubble with pure, fresh oxygen, they’d be infected. The only one’s who weren’t were immune to the virus. As newscasts finally started to tell the truth of the events unfolding across the globe, they informed citizens that the only way to
destroy the life of an infected was to ‘kill’ their brain… Logan shook his head as he stood in the living room watching.

The symptoms of sporadic behaviour, unclear thoughts, foaming of the mouth, grinding teeth had started long ago in his wife. Calista was not herself. She snapped at him and her girls daily. She threw things around the house, destroying television’s, mirror’s, window’s… Logan never knew the girl’s Father; according to the news men were the carriers of the immunity. If they were immune then so would their children be, the only time he’d ever been thankful for that man as he didn’t see any of the symptoms in the girls.

Time passed slowly in these ‘last days’ as they were now called. People watching their loved ones turn into something they didn’t recognize. Watching as their loved ones turned on them, trying to bite them, eat them, claw at them… do anything they could to tear into their flesh. The virus was airborne, but not only that… it was transmitted to even the immune via a bite. The venom from the bite of an infected was enough to push aside the immunity and take over.

It had been two weeks since they’d left Calista. The girls had just had their 16th birthdays and Logan tried to make them as special as he could; the fact that he was grieving his wife didn’t help. They’d found a new house and ‘cleared out’ the undead. He was strong for the girls every day, but at night he found himself in his room thinking of the future… a future without Calista. He tried to muffle his cries, he tried to contain his emotion for the girls sake… but at night was the hardest. He lay in a bed alone, stared at the ceiling, and could only think of his wife snarling and grasping for her own daughter’s and him.
 
M4F - Captivity of the world (3rd)

The third world war was something that many people had seen coming. The unrest that took hold of the population was started by violent protests against the government. In the ‘old era’, or that’s what people had grown to affectionately call it now, there were multiple governments; now there was one. All of the governments had come together to fight against the last and final act of terrorism against humanity… chemically induced infertility.

At first no one realized that there was a true problem. No one realized what had been developed by the group called ‘Neutralization’... but rumours started; rumours started to spread about the reason why they had called themselves neutralization… but at first the population wouldn’t believe it… surely there wouldn’t be something in the world that was created to neutralize control over the entire population? But as more and more men and women tested positive for the incapability to reproduce the reality of this groups meaning took hold of the government's. Now, 95 years later, there was one government… the population of the world was reduced to a fraction of what it once was and people were held captive for the assurance of humanity’s survival.

There were very few men and women that were immune to the toxin that would roam the earth forever. Those women that tested fertile were marked. They were marked with a tattoo on their right shoulder blade C=Capable. Those that tested negative simply received a big black X. Anyone that had yet to be tested had either not yet hit puberty, and therefore couldn’t be properly tested, or they were living outside of the law. These rebels were hunted by the government, but as far as Logan was concerned there weren’t enough that it as of any concern to their way of living.

Upon Logan’s 13th birthday he was tested and marked with a C… a capable young man; capable and already on his way to becoming a higher up in the government with the way
he accepted all rules without question. Today was his 21st birthday, the day he’d be assigned a capable woman. No matter their position in the city, any girl would be pulled from their family the day of their period and tested. If they were marked with a C they would never see their family again. They’d be held captive by the government until their was a suitable capable man to match them. The age of the female didn’t matter, but the government didn’t give away
a capable woman to just any man. The man had to have good standing and be at least 21.

The excitement that flowed through his veins was one that he’d long anticipated. He stood in front of the council and knew he was an obvious choice for the successor of Kirk, an aging member of the council. But today wasn’t about that, today was his day of matching… and a match he was given. A stamped document handed to him gave him ownership over female C47856. The only next step was to go claim his prize and take her home for consummation.
 
M4F - The world has just ended (3rd)

The smell is something that could never be described. His senses heightened, as his eyes flicker open slowly. The surface below him is rough and wet and he’s not sure how he got here. A quick survey of his own bulky, broad figure told him he was uninjured so he pushed off the ground and rose to his feet.

His eyes, starting to clear from the haze of waking up, focused on the scene before him. It appeared that he is under a bridge of some sort. A vast engineering structure hanging above him, covering him from the rain beyond. The devastation was something only seen in movies. The bridge slowly crumbling, along with all the structures surrounding it. Many fires, despite the strength of the downpour, as far as the eye can see. His eyes scanning the horizon for some semblance of life, some flicker of humanity, but nothing. Nothing but the many blazes and the smell to go along with them.

Turning to look back at his resting place he found nothing, no belongings, no gear, just the clothes on his back. As he moved to face back toward the collapsing bridge his eyes caught movement. Trying to quickly adjust to the darkness above him, where the ground is elevated, he took a few steps back as his eyes worked out the form of a small figure huddled in out of the rain. His lips parted “You there!” his words nervous but desperate “What’s happened? Where are we?” his questions truthful and disturbing; the realization coming upon him that he remembers nothing about what’s happened, about how he got here, about who he is. “Come into the light where I can see you” his steps betray the demand in his voice as he stumbles backward, nervous as to what may emerge from the darkness…
 
M4FF - Crash landing, recolonize (3rd)

The year is 2329. Earth hasn’t been the only inhabited planet for at least a hundred years now… but it has become one of the most polluted. Global warming advanced well beyond anything anyone could have ever anticipated. Glaciers melted years ago and destroyed all wildlife in the north. People gravitated towards the equator at first, thinking that the warm climate would stay the same, but as the years progressed it grew to an even harsher environment. Not because it was any hotter than before, it actually didn’t get any warmer. Nothing grew. No vegetation, no plant life of any kind. Everything died.

After the north and the equator climates were completely destroyed it was time to research and move on to life elsewhere. The number of ships that were sent out were in the thousands. They were all operated by a crew of three. The vessel that Raflanko, NAME1 and NAME2 operated was #48732. The search for habitable planets was the goal of vessel #48732. It wasn’t very big; only two sleeping quarters, which prevented all three from sleeping at the same time (the goal and direction of R&D on earth). The three were chosen for their specific skills and genders. Raflanko, known to all friends and family as Rafy was the male of the group. NAME1 and NAME2 were the females. This was the requirement, mandated by the Colony (to government of earth); two females and one male. Their logic, especially when so much had been lost on earth, was that if a vessel crashed on a habitable planet there would be a way to carry on the human race, assuming the male survived. All vessel operators were tested, of course, before being assigned to it were tested for fertility. This was a career that most, who were now born on earth, sought to get into. The fact that so much had happened to earth over the years caused a large number of the population to become infertile, and their descendants. Less than 1% were lucky enough to test capable of the journey.

Rafy, NAME1 and NAME2's journey was about 2 years in when the unthinkable happened. They’d lost contact with the Colony, which in itself was devastating, but they had to proceed… to carry on, to find a home for themselves… and they finally had! It seemed perfect. Oxygen levels were just what they needed to survive. In fact, because of a denser atmosphere their research showed they may exhibit abilities that weren’t possible on earth. The higher concentration of oxygen in the air would unlock parts of their brain they never thought possible to use. The
landscape seemed perfect. Some salt water, but plenty of fresh water that would provide life for them all.

Their vessel was only meant to last 2 years, before finding a place to set down and start a new life, start a new colony… They were lucky that it was still operational when they found this planet. The descent was not a fun one. They’d crash landed, but thankfully everyone was okay. The vessel wouldn’t be moving, that much was clear, so they set up camp close to it and decided to explore where they were in the morning. The climate was a warm one during the evening, but cooled off significantly over night. The first night in two years that the three of them would all sleep at the same time came and went. The morning sun, not earth’s sun, shined in from two directions. East and West. It appeared this world had two suns. The orbit of them was tough to decipher but Rafy was just thankful that it wasn’t a cold harsh environment. He looked at the two women he’d become friends with over the past two years and simply said “We’re finally here! Let’s explore our new home!” What a scary sentence it was… but they were here at last.
 
M4F - Real life (1st)

The thought of moving had always been a daunting one to me, but I’d finally pulled myself together and decided to go through with it. A new adventure, alone… I’d been in a relationship for such a long time I could hardly even remember what this feeling was like. Freedom, but also a scary feeling that every decision I’d make would have tremendous consequences as I didn’t have anyone to agree with me or argue against the ideas. The city I’d chosen to move to was one that I didn’t really know. I did a google search for cities with small populations and discovered this one. I don’t know why, but I’ve always found myself being attracted to the small cozy feel of a little village.

My house was in a neighbourhood that spanned a long way, because of the size of the properties. I bought a parcel of land that summed in around 200 acres but fronted onto the road with a 300 foot span touching the road making it actually possible to get to know my neighbours. But reality, in this village, was that I’d get to know them in the only Diner in town where everyone seemed to congregate “Kelly’s” was the name of it.

Today was my fifth day in since my big move. My parents had already called, trying to convince me that this wasn’t the best move I’d ever made in my life… but I pushed them, and they understood that I needed a clean and fresh start… so here I sit in Kelly’s… my first day in the Diner; the first I’d built up the courage to subject myself to the looks and gossip that would likely come. I chose a booth, one big enough for two and shoved up against the wall closest to the front window. A waitress named April greeted me, chewing gum, and asked me “what can I get ya”. I simply responded with whatever today’s breakfast special is and a large glass of juice. She walked off with some sass. My eyes followed her, but were truly taking in the room… mostly old or middle aged people, with the exception of April. The doorbell chimed as another patron walked in. All the eyes turned, as did mine, to see the most radiant woman walk through the door.
 
M4F - My Perfect Teacher (1st)

My senior year and still a virgin. Words I never thought I’d have to say out loud… but there they are… The endless torment of your classes are almost over; only a few more months and I’ll officially graduate and move on, and it can’t come soon enough. It’s not that I don’t enjoy your classes, no no… quite the opposite. The pain of sitting in this uncomfortable wooden chair, the pain of hiding my true feelings, my true emotions are all coming to an end.

Every night I sit at home looking at the many pictures I’ve snuck of you during class. Your hair. Your eyes. Your curves. My mind undresses you, and you look beautiful naked. Your nipples are supple. Your skin is soft and creamy. You are my addiction. In bed, in the shower, whenever I get a moment alone thoughts of spark electric throughout my mind and my hands merges with the effect you, and you alone, have on me.

Today is no different. I sit in class, watching as you go through the assigned homework. Watching as you deliver new material and assign a new project for the weekend. It’s Friday night and I have no plans again, of course. The project this weekend is to interview someone about their career. Someone that I respect and admire. Someone that I’m intrigued about. The job is to find more out about what they do, but not only that… their life and what makes them tick. As soon as the class clears out I find myself standing in front of your desk ready to ask the question. “Excuse me Ma’am” I begin… “The assignment… well… my parents travel for work and that doesn’t really interest me… but watching you teach each and every day… teach material to wandering minds… that intrigues me. I was wondering if you’d mind if I interviewed you?”
 
M4F - Seeing in your window (1st)

When my parents decided to move us into a new neighborhood I was extremely upset. I had no friends, I had to change schools, the distance between the houses were closer and we had smaller yards. To top it all off I got a room on the 3rd floor, all alone. Despite how spacious it was, and the privacy of the ‘loft like’ atmosphere, nothing seemed to satiate my annoyance.

It took a few months before I had my room entirely set up the way I liked it. At first I had my desk and shelving units blocking most of the windows, including a window facing your house. I grew tired of many things, as I went through many different room configurations, fully embracing the ‘loathing’ stage of my new environment. Finally, after a few room reconfigurations and the realization that this was my new reality, I was weary of having a room that was gloomy. I moved everything away from the the windows.

As I moved everything away from the windows and established a settling place for my furniture I stumbled upon the realization that my window looked directly into yours! How did I not notice this before? Your bedroom was only 10 feet away from mine! Your window was large, and seemingly, didn’t have a blind. At first I was annoyed that I had gone through the annoyance of living here and was so short sighted. That was quickly overcome by the enjoyment of seeing you naked. Watching you do things that I shouldn’t have been watching.

The wonder remains… If I can see you, can you see me? Have you seen me? Have you seen me doing unspeakable things while I watch you?
 
M4F - Step-Daugther's cell phone (1st)

I didn't want to use either of our names here but... I just wanted to let you know that I found your phone…

Your Mother and I haven't been together long, we were just married this past month. I have yet to learn a lot of things about the house and found a phone tucked into the cushion of my favorite chair. Since I wasn't sure who's phone it was, and it being unlocked, I took it upon myself to sift through the contacts and photos and files to make sure you or your Mother got their phone back (or friend)... well I think you know what's coming next…

This is not a complaint about what I found, I hope you understand... but being your new Father... I just can't let it go without saying something…

I hope that you have the courage to respond and have an open conversation about what's going on in your life…

I'm waiting…
 
M4F - Daddy+Daughter left alone (1st)

There are many moments in life, when I look back, that stand out. The first time I kissed a girl. The first time I had sex. My graduation. My marriage. The birth of you, my beautiful little girl. Those moments are what I lived for; the moment I wasn’t ready for was when she left. My wife of almost 15 years just left. I can only assume that she’d been planning it for a while, since I came home to an almost empty bedroom and house. A simple note explaining that life was ‘too serious’ for her and she needed her freedom, freedom to live and let loose.

The last year has been an adjustment. I’ve tried to hide my pain from you as best I can, but sometimes it overwhelms me. The loneliness at first was stifling, uncontrollable. I wasn’t prepared to enter into a life of solitude with a growing girl. The deal was that we were a team. Husband wife, together forever. Sitting here tonight, watching Netflix, my mind can’t focus on the screen. It was the one year anniversary of her departure last week and it brought up a whirlwind of emotions again that I’ve found hard to deal with.

Of course I won’t let those emotions control me, no. I can’t. I can’t let them control me for your sake. You have school events and after school events and and and… and all of that is more important to me than anything I’m going through. I love your wholly and would never allow you to take on the pain that I’m feeling from being alone; but that’s just it. I need to be alone. You are my world now, and bringing anyone else into that world would shatter it, and I’m not willing to do that to you or me. This is what we need as a Father and daughter. We need to build our life together and forget she ever existed.
 
M4F - Daddy+Daughter fall asleep together (1st)

Ever since my divorce it’d been hard to deal with the emotions of being alone after your Mother left. You’re old enough now, I figure it’s okay to start dating; I don’t mind bringing women around the house. It’s never been anything serious, if I were honest… just a date here and there, women to fill the void that was left by your Mother’s departure. They’d come and go; once in awhile comment about how things were sexually with me to you; totally inappropriate which brought those to an early end. I’m not sure how you felt about it those comments, but it seemed like you were jealous, protective… I’m not sure what it was that I saw in your face when these comments occurred, but something took over you.

Tonight was a night, no different from many others. We chose a movie together and were on the couch cuddling, eating popcorn and watching a movie; completely innocent.

…………………………

We both fall asleep. Later in the night you awaken. You’re half asleep, I’m fast asleep. There’s no denying what you’re feeling. I’m rock hard, and you feel it pressing into your side. You’re not sure what to do. You’re scared to move, scared not to move… what do you do? You decide to slowly shift. As you do my cock slips down and pushes directly against your belly. The feeling of it throbbing against you, pulsing against you. The warmth it emanates does something to you. Sends a shockwave throughout your body; it’s so thick. You move to get up and I half acknowledge your movement, or what seems like an acknowledgement… but no, I’m still fast asleep. You’ve finally broken away from me. You’re standing beside the sofa now. You look down at me, still in the same position I was, and bend down for a kiss.
 
M4F - Single Dad, daughter+friend (1st)

I’ve been a single Dad now for a while. Raising my daughter alone has been difficult since her mother left ‘for a career advancement opportunity’, her words… My daughter, ironically, isn’t even my biological daughter… Her Father died shortly after she was born and I married her Mother…

Kate is my daughter’s best friend, and has been for years… It honestly feels almost like they’re both my daughter’s, and twins no less, as they share the same birthday, today! I’ve put together a big bash for the two of them and their friends. The weather is perfect outside, and soon my backyard and house will be filled with a thousand screaming teenagers…

The music is already blaring, but it just sounds like noise to me… a few friends have already arrived and I find myself plopped down in the kitchen, close enough to keep an eye on what’s going on, but far enough away to avoid the pounding of the music! Occasionally a girl in a one piece or t-shirt walks into the kitchen to get a drink, but for the most part, the kitchen is the most peaceful room in the house right now.

As the party progresses and becomes a bit busier I remain on my stool in the kitchen; knowing ‘my girl’s’ love the party, but just waiting for it to be over. A girl walks into the kitchen and approaches the fridge. I kind of just glance out of the corner of my eye and do a double-take when I see her wearing this. I hadn’t seen anyone else at the party wearing anything that revealing… She was about 5’4, skinny yet beautifully curvy in that way younger girls made women my age cry. Her long red hair was wet, hanging down her back, glistening softly in the sunlight filtering through the windows above. Then she turned around, closed the fridge and… there she is… Kate! My daughter’s best friend/sister!

She smiles at me, green eyes sparkling with excitement… “It’s almost time for the cake isn’t it?” she asks tilting her head back to take a drink of water while waiting on my answer. The motion of her tilting back, taking in the water seems to stretch her entire body, making it seem even longer and more lithe. She finishes the glass, sets it down in the sink and then looks at me… I suddenly realize that she’s asked me a question and I’ve just been staring…

I shift awkwardly trying to snap myself out of the haze she’s seemingly put me in. “Ummm, yes, I think you’re right, now would be a good time.” I stand up and walk toward the fridge but I stop in my tracks thinking it would be a good idea to have the music off, or at least down. I turn to Kate and say “Would you mind taking care of the music, I think it might be a bit easier.”
 
M4F - My secretary (1st)

The day, week, month has been non-stop stress. I’ve simply had enough, I can’t handle it on my own anymore. The choice to hire such a young, inexperienced, secretary may prove to be a bad choice. In the interview you seemed genuinely skilled, and right on budget so I figured, why not?

As I sit here, in my office chair, I look out, through my open door, at you. You seem to be working diligently, typing away at your computer, tapping your pencil on the desk when you’re pondering something. Leaning back with a sigh of relief, I realize that I’ve been staring at you for a number of minutes and shake my gaze back to my computer screen.

I know I should be working, but in all honesty I can’t help but feel a complete sense of relief today. This is your third week being full-time, and having you with me on a daily basis has proven to be burden free; a pleasant change. I didn’t realize it before now, but working alone and having no one to interact with was something I really missed.

Wow, zoned out again staring at my screen! I raise my head to the sound of you shuffling. You’re dressed beautifully, as always; infact, you’re a very stunning young woman. I watch as you shift yourself out of your chair and walk, swaying those lovely hips, only to the entrance of my door knocking politely, always waiting for an invitation.

“Come in, come in,” I say in a hurry motioning you forward. You take a few steps in and lean slightly forward toward my desk. “I hope everything's going okay today?” I question.
 
M4F - Adopted daughter (3rd)

The night they spent together was one that he always looked forward to. Tavish Adams was a single dad now since his wife's passing. They'd adopted DAUGHTER after trying years and years to have a child of their own. He wasn't sure how it happened, but she'd somehow become the spitting image of her mother. Tavish missed her mother so much, every time he looked at DAUGHTER he was reminded of her. It didn't make him sad, but grateful that he had a little piece of her left in this world.

Tonight wasn't much different from any other daddy/daughter date. They'd ordered in, turned on a movie they both somewhat agreed on, and pushed play. Tavish worked long, hard, weeks from home. A lot of meetings. A lot of traveling to and from clients. Making ends meet wasn't difficult owning his own business, but it was a lot of work. Sleep took him about 40 minutes into the movie while he and his daughter snuggled a little.

His mind betrayed him in his dreams, as did his body in reality. He intertwined with her in reality while he thought about things a father should never in his dreams. Even amidst his dream he knew that touching her was wrong, yet somehow he found himself wanting it... wanting to feel her tender breasts. Feel his body between her legs. The rush of blood and energy that flowed to his loins was something he couldn't ever ignore. His libido was high and it had been suppressed since the passing of his wife. He knew he wouldn't date, not while DAUGHTER was still living at home... so he had his fantasies... his dreams... he needed to indulge himself in what came to him, and he did... he reached out and squeezed at his beautiful daughter's body, still taken by sleep. It was the only thing that felt right... but so so wrong.
 
M4F - Daddy's twin girls kidnapped by their mother

Tavish Hunter’s life was one that people dreamed of. He was a big shot in business. Worked from home allowing him to have a wonderful work life balance. He had twin, seven year old, girls and a wife that was gorgeous. Everything was just how it should be. Everything was where it should be. His life path was set.

Ten years had passed since that day of reflection. Ten years since his wife took his life away. Ten years since he’d lost the love of his life and his two little ones.

The first year was the worst. He’d held out hope for so long. He didn’t want to believe someone was capable of doing something like that; especially not his Monica. Working with the authorities was a nightmare. They asked so much personal information. The search for new clues was endless. They suspected him of foul play at first. He went through the ringer just trying to get them to do something to help him find them. Find his little girls!

When he received the call from the RCMP he could hardly believe it. They’d been contacted by the FBI on a ten year old Amber alert. Monica had been arrested for something which triggered all of these system warnings through the international shared criminal system. As the officer spoke on the other end of the line he collapsed as the call finished. Collapsed into a lump and sobbed. They’d found them. But they were 17 now? 10 years of lost time. When he’d seen them last they were little girls, now growing into young women.

He immediately got in his 4 door pickup truck and started the drive to the American border. A 10 hour drive to change his life. After crossing through he made his way to the station in one solid drive. He entered the station and wondered if he’d know what they looked like anymore. Would they recognize him?

He told the officer, behind the counter, who he was and explained why he was there, tearing up as he did. He was told to take a seat. He tried, but couldn’t sit for more than a minute pacing and waiting. This was it… This was the moment he’d been waiting for for ten years.
 
M4F - Massage therapist gets frisky (1st)

I’ve always been one to enjoy massages. I’d been searching for a therapist that isn’t quite as expensive as the licensed therapists so managed to find your online advertisement. It reads:

*Massage attendant looking for new clients. I work from my well equipped home. The room has a comfortable feel including a fireplace, candles and a shower for before or after. Please contact for pricing*

I did just that. I contacted you for pricing and made an appointment. Today is the day. As I pull into the driveway I’m excited that the house isn’t run down. It’s in a row of beautifully decorated houses. I ring the bell. You greet me and escort me downstairs. The room was exactly as described. Mood lighting. Warmth from the fire and a comfortable massage table in the middle of the room.

You tell me to get undressed and cover myself with the towel on the table, you’ll be back in a moment. As you exit I strip off everything and pull the towel over top of my ass as I lay down on the table excited about this cheap massage!
 
M4F - My daughter's beautiful babysitter (1st)

Since Monica’s life was taken by a drunk driver in a car accident five years ago, life has been difficult. Raising two girls alone is not something I signed up for or planned. Rachel was now 9 and Erin 7. They were becoming more self sufficient as time passed but things were also becoming more difficult since I’d gone back to work.

My friend and co-worker, Debbie, gave me your number and you truly have been a godsend. It’s only been two months since hiring you, but there is no question that you’re the perfect fit for our family. In fact, I’ve been reminded how amazing it is to have a woman around the house since you started. You’re not exactly old enough to be considered a woman, like my wife was, but the way you handle the house. The way you handle the girls. The way you look while you do it…

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had thoughts about you. Thoughts that a Father shouldn’t have about the girl that’s babysitting his children. Thoughts that were formed and created by watching you, watching your ass when you bend over… trying to catch a glimpse of a little extra flesh when you bend over and your loose shirt gives way to a small view. I know I shouldn’t be trying to plan how I’ll touch you lightly next, but I can’t help it… I can’t help these thoughts. Stroking, while I lay in bed, with my eyes closed just isn’t enough anymore. I need you… I need you more than life itself, but… that’s just it, isn’t it? I can’t act on it… I can’t… I just can’t… can I?
 
M4F - A home school daughter is best (3rd)

Years had passed, four, five? Monica’s death was a shock to both of them. She was a healthy woman, no problems whatsoever. When the knock at the door came from the officers on duty that night it was a difficult thing to take. A drunk driver t-boned her car. She died instantly.

It took years to even contemplate saying that he was ready for something new. He’d actually made a choice, for his daughter, that he wouldn’t date until she moved out. He didn’t want to introduce her to someone that could potentially leave her, for whatever reason. She was 10 when her mother died and that was enough trauma for a young girl.

He’d decided to homeschool her, and hired a tutor to take care of those duties, keeping her away from the nasty talk of the other kids. “Oh isn’t that the girl without a Mom”... she just didn’t need to hear any of that. It had worked out very well. She’d grown so close to him, and he to her, that they were inseparable. He liked to think they could talk about anything and everything. They completed each other, and he was just fine with that. He was fine with her being his one and only girl. His decision never wavered as his love only grew for her over time.
 
M4F - My wife/Your mother hates us both (1st)

Hate. It’s such a strong word, isn’t it? One that people only use when talking about something they detest, loathe, find no value in. Well, that’s how I feel in my house. Hated by your mother. Does she hate you too? The way she acts it seems like she hates anyone and anything that gets in her way. If we had a dog I’m sure she’d just see it as a nuisance to her time. Time that’s all hers.

Has she said these words out loud to either of us? No, not yet… but the fact that I haven’t had sex with her in… well I don’t even know how long… The fact that she hardly sleeps at home anymore… she never cooks for us or eats with us even when we prepare a wonderful meal for her. There’s always something bigger and better. Something so important she just can’t… she’s never come to a single one of your games. She’s never been the host to a single birthday party for the last, who knows how long.

I honestly don’t know what it is that happened but here I sit day after day working my ass off for both you and her to give us all a great life, from home, to never be appreciated. I can only imagine what’s going through a young mind like yours; I know it’s so important for me to make you feel wanted and valued. I do everything I can to make you know that you are my everything… I hope it’s enough.
 
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