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Current cravings/new plots now put in latest bump! Please read before messaging!
When bumping this specific thread it means I am not looking to double like in my others!
When bumping this specific thread it means I am not looking to double like in my others!
Expectation Exchange:
- Literate and descriptive past-tense third person posts. I can do novella but around 3-5 decent paragraphs tends to be my sweet spot.
- Replies between once a week to several in a single day, depends on mood and muse. Will directly communicate availability if I need to take more than 7 days.
- Looking to play as a curvy gal, now, that -could- mean this, but what I would -really- like, is something like this. Not direct face claims as I prefer to come up with designs on my own, but for body type reference, yes, that. I like describing the soft jiggly bouncy nature of a well-stacked character, if that's not something you also thoroughly enjoy, we likely don't mesh.
- I'm looking for size difference play where MC is smaller while YC is big and powerful.
- Either dubious consent, or immensely seductive yet romantic smut. I like the complicated push and pull that can come from a possessive/controlling and yet affectionate hand. Feeling 'chased', literally or metaphorically, is a huge craving. Would like the characters to also develop together as a complicated couple regardless of if the dynamic is dubious or not.
- Dom/sub, Only looking to play as the sub (but can still be active and initiate even when in that role)
Plot Inspiration:
Broken Hearts Cul-de-sacโ
Neighbors falling in love. Classic.
Now add a teeny bit of spice.
MC has just moved in, perhaps she's escaping an abusive relationship, or just needs a change of scenery. Either trauma response or just her nature, the sweet looking woman has a hypersexual libido hidden underneath...which her neighbor, YC, happens to stumble upon one day.
Perhaps she orders books, magazines, and other sorts of paraphernalia that relate to her kinks that accidentally gets mailed to YC instead and one day YC can't help but go over to return the items, and see if perhaps they can't use them together?
Or,
Perhaps YC is a handyman and something in MC's house got broken. YC's late and she's thinking perhaps they aren't coming at all, so she gets herself settled on the couch to watch some 'entertainment' and relax by use of her hand, only for YC to walk in because she didn't remember to lock the door when she realized they might not be coming.
A steamy silly meet cute that turns into a passionate love affair where they grow together and as people.
Mastabatory Aidโ
This story-element could be integrated alongside any of my plots, which I would be happy to do.
MC has been having problems lately with climaxing. Perhaps there's a psychological/emotional reason, or perhaps just a result of being by herself, but, no matter how much she tries, she can't seem to climax. With her sex-drive already being high, this inability is very noticed in her daily life.
Desperation falls on her to the point she's even started to become risky.
Masturbating at work, in hidden areas of stores, back of movie theaters, just, overcome with a need for relief and not being able to stop herself so she goes off to hide and try to take care of things...even though she's always unable to finish the job by herself.
That's where YC comes in.
Could start with YC and MC being coworkers and YC walks in on her one day. Could be her boss. Could be neighbors. Could be any number of starts.
Either way, her problem is learned, and some mutually beneficial decisions are made.
I would still want romance however, so, would need room for this to develop in the beginning. YC could just be a romantic himbo, or perhaps they have a past/vague familiarity with each other and either YC or both our characters have had mutual attraction/crushes before that point. Whatever the case may be, this story would be centered on the risky aid when MC goes into one of her desperate moments where she just -needs- to get off then and there, them fucking all around town, and also getting to know each other, becoming attached in the interim between her sudden flashes of carnality.
Sunny disposition, Stormy Heartโ
This one's probably the most dramatic and dark, but only at the meet cute, then it's more character driven drama and bonding.
MC is the always happy sunshine one, but deep down, she's severely depressed, and one unlucky day, she goes out drinking at the club.
One thing leads to another and she ends up on the roof.
Her dark thoughts swirling, unable to fight them as well while inebriated, and she ends up standing on the ledge, debating on ending the pain.
YC, possibly also a bit drunk, goes up to the roof for some reason as well, and happens to spot her.
They coax her off the ledge, either through talking or being quick enough to pull her away.
Could be slow burn, or, maybe the endorphins and drunkenness leads them to having sex on the roof.
YC gets a slightly possessive feeling towards her, or perhaps is just worried about leaving her alone considering what she almost did, to where pursuing commences.
Life unfolds as MC practically denies any woes of her own, wanting to keep up her chipper persona, and the two knock down each others emotional walls to become closer, slowly but surely.
Lewd Librarianโ
MC works at a quaint shop of books.
Pretty, quite voluptuous, but otherwise fitting for the novel setting.
Under the surface of that hopeless romantic heart, is a nymphomaniac. Writing tales of debauchery under a surname, living out her wild fantasies vicariously through her writing. She's lost hope to ever be able to find that mix of passion and affection in real life, resigning herself to crafting tales for her small but loyal fanbase.
One day, her identity is discovered, and, an offer to make her stories come true is given.
Many ways for YC to discover the identity of this smut-author.
Could be the editor she's never met in person is finally too impassioned by her prose to -not- go for it?
Dubcon option with the use of a bit of blackmail; YC hiding their identity as both her editor and the mysterious person whose reached out to her with a 'deal' of wanting to have her in exchange for keeping her secret, though, don't want cruel-non-con so YC's twisted reasoning does need to come from a place of romantic intentions, wanting to give her what she clearly wants (and what YC wants).
If making a big beefy character her editor feels at all weird, YC could also be the editor's sibling/parent who is an unofficial beta-reader, or has been secretly sneaking onto MC's editor's laptop and learned all this info, or a variety of things. Maybe even a criminal/gangster that stole the editor's laptop and is secretly a really big reader with a soft spot.
Another option, we could go consensual with it being a pure customer that discovers her writing at work, and as a fan, YC is intrigued and interested and things roll from there.
Also open to other ideas too, naturally
Lots of room for different kink scenes and roleplay within roleplay.
When Dom/sub is biological
Dom/sub as a sexual-biological identity. Modern slice of life.
Only a fifth of the population experience such mutation, when a sub feels a rush of pleasant tingles as a Dom tells them to 'sit', or other commanding acts, feeling compelled down to their very marrow to act accordingly for wish of praise.
Or a Dom overcome with fascination and delight as they instructs or over-powers their sub. A yearning to protect and possess a potent addicting aphrodisiac.
How they meet and discovery this about each other is entirely open for discussion.
Some prose to tempt you:
The Novel Nook.
A quaint library that had that historic-building type feel to it, so many shelves of books like a mini maze, owned by the public instead of the government. Making it's money due to the sincerity of the immediate community of cloudhaven in the city of Riverbend, to return books, and the purchase of the novelty items in the back right corner also helped barely keep the place a float.
The day had been exceedingly average.
Despite how cramped and filled with tomes, the place was so small that it often only needed one or two people on shift at a time, and during this evening shift, as the blue of the sky went cobalt with the last wisps of orange on the horizon grasping, the sun procrastinating on giving up it's time in the spotlight, Luna Mcdowell was that very lone worker tidying up behind the counter within this fine establishment.
She wore a tight wool dark green turtleneck sweater, that did very little to hide the significant abundance that was her chest even without getting to see that generous cleavage like, snuggling the slopes up tight. Then down to her moderately narrow upper waist, before going to her more ample lower stomach and hips, grabbable and like angel-cake loaves. Her top tucked into a black pleated skirt with simple transparent pantyhose to collect those thunder thighs, and finally a pair of close toed black kitten-heels.
She was shaped like an hourglass crafted by aphrodite with extra thickness, standing at only 5'3.
Her short wavy mass of rose petal hair that usually reached to a couple inches passed her shoulders was collected into a low ponytail, a simple matching green heart shaped barrette clipped on just beside her side swept bangs that obscured her forehead.
She was a porcelain skinned woman. Her glasses sat on her pixie nose, two big circle rims over malachite irises, giving her all the more an appropriate bookish appearance.
She was about ready to tidy up. Close up time coming fast.
What was better, it was the weekend, so, she would get plenty of time to sit down, write out a few chapters, and maybe even have more to send to her editor.
She had been putting off the deadline for her latest novel, oh, sorry, for 'Cordelia Lovepocket's' latest novel, for months and months, and now, hopefully, perhaps she could give him some good news and maybe stick to a date for 'His Pretty Pampered Pup', a slice of life romance between a man and his dog walker, using kink and seduction to end up with -two- 'good girl's' in his life, one literal canine, and the other a touch starved woman with a desperate desire for head pets and doing whatever the male lead wanted in order to get them.
The maroon haired woman of abundant rivalling-mountain-curves gathered 3 books, wrapping them up in her arms, and embracing them into her chest which molded like high-end pillows, the squish looking as though it was about to absorb the hardwood covers that she held while she pondered and rounded out from the front desk, pondering on what kinky command and 'treat' her character, 'Miguel', would give her other character, 'Lynette' once she had hands on her laptop again.
Perhaps a bit of collar and leash play while slamming into her behind while she was on all floors, cooing about what a 'good girl' his pet was being for him today...maybe a puppy-tail butt plug?
Oooh yes, that could be fun.
Luna's pale pink lips smirked, her cheeks getting a little warmer as her thoughts drifted to lewdness. Her jade owl eyes skimming while stood at the shelf to the far left, just barely out of sight of the front window, watching for where these stories were meant to be placed.
However, unfortunately, as she pondered on her prose...her own libido began to raise up like the lockness monster, and that awful stubborn semi-new problem she had started to face had returned.
She had put away all the books, but her hands were grabbing at the shelves and her knees were pinched together like she were holding a penny between them.
Dammit it, she shouldn't have started thinking about her stories while at work...She was huffing and feeling that burning need.
She knew she wouldn't be able to 'solve' her problem, and yet, she couldn't stop herself from wanting to try.
The shapely woman huffed her way towards the very back corner of the shop, looking like she was drunk with the way she stumbled, nearly collapsing her back against the wall, her hand pulling up her skirt, pushing into her hose and panties, and her finger pressing down upon her clitoris.
Feeling a spark from the sensation, twirl twirl, her cheeks started to burn crimson as the pads of her index and middle finger traced round and round the throbbing pearl, hoping to push her frustration to relief, though she was already feeling hopeless.
Like she was standing on the diving board but couldn't make it into the cool water.
A quaint library that had that historic-building type feel to it, so many shelves of books like a mini maze, owned by the public instead of the government. Making it's money due to the sincerity of the immediate community of cloudhaven in the city of Riverbend, to return books, and the purchase of the novelty items in the back right corner also helped barely keep the place a float.
The day had been exceedingly average.
Despite how cramped and filled with tomes, the place was so small that it often only needed one or two people on shift at a time, and during this evening shift, as the blue of the sky went cobalt with the last wisps of orange on the horizon grasping, the sun procrastinating on giving up it's time in the spotlight, Luna Mcdowell was that very lone worker tidying up behind the counter within this fine establishment.
She wore a tight wool dark green turtleneck sweater, that did very little to hide the significant abundance that was her chest even without getting to see that generous cleavage like, snuggling the slopes up tight. Then down to her moderately narrow upper waist, before going to her more ample lower stomach and hips, grabbable and like angel-cake loaves. Her top tucked into a black pleated skirt with simple transparent pantyhose to collect those thunder thighs, and finally a pair of close toed black kitten-heels.
She was shaped like an hourglass crafted by aphrodite with extra thickness, standing at only 5'3.
Her short wavy mass of rose petal hair that usually reached to a couple inches passed her shoulders was collected into a low ponytail, a simple matching green heart shaped barrette clipped on just beside her side swept bangs that obscured her forehead.
She was a porcelain skinned woman. Her glasses sat on her pixie nose, two big circle rims over malachite irises, giving her all the more an appropriate bookish appearance.
She was about ready to tidy up. Close up time coming fast.
What was better, it was the weekend, so, she would get plenty of time to sit down, write out a few chapters, and maybe even have more to send to her editor.
She had been putting off the deadline for her latest novel, oh, sorry, for 'Cordelia Lovepocket's' latest novel, for months and months, and now, hopefully, perhaps she could give him some good news and maybe stick to a date for 'His Pretty Pampered Pup', a slice of life romance between a man and his dog walker, using kink and seduction to end up with -two- 'good girl's' in his life, one literal canine, and the other a touch starved woman with a desperate desire for head pets and doing whatever the male lead wanted in order to get them.
The maroon haired woman of abundant rivalling-mountain-curves gathered 3 books, wrapping them up in her arms, and embracing them into her chest which molded like high-end pillows, the squish looking as though it was about to absorb the hardwood covers that she held while she pondered and rounded out from the front desk, pondering on what kinky command and 'treat' her character, 'Miguel', would give her other character, 'Lynette' once she had hands on her laptop again.
Perhaps a bit of collar and leash play while slamming into her behind while she was on all floors, cooing about what a 'good girl' his pet was being for him today...maybe a puppy-tail butt plug?
Oooh yes, that could be fun.
Luna's pale pink lips smirked, her cheeks getting a little warmer as her thoughts drifted to lewdness. Her jade owl eyes skimming while stood at the shelf to the far left, just barely out of sight of the front window, watching for where these stories were meant to be placed.
However, unfortunately, as she pondered on her prose...her own libido began to raise up like the lockness monster, and that awful stubborn semi-new problem she had started to face had returned.
She had put away all the books, but her hands were grabbing at the shelves and her knees were pinched together like she were holding a penny between them.
Dammit it, she shouldn't have started thinking about her stories while at work...She was huffing and feeling that burning need.
She knew she wouldn't be able to 'solve' her problem, and yet, she couldn't stop herself from wanting to try.
The shapely woman huffed her way towards the very back corner of the shop, looking like she was drunk with the way she stumbled, nearly collapsing her back against the wall, her hand pulling up her skirt, pushing into her hose and panties, and her finger pressing down upon her clitoris.
Feeling a spark from the sensation, twirl twirl, her cheeks started to burn crimson as the pads of her index and middle finger traced round and round the throbbing pearl, hoping to push her frustration to relief, though she was already feeling hopeless.
Like she was standing on the diving board but couldn't make it into the cool water.
Davina's soft mewl thrummed against the head of Joren's cock as she felt him seize up, with her right hand coiled around his meaty pole she had felt him buck under her touch and her other hand was still softly perched on his rocky side, her mind even in it's own haze of woozy heat recognized how well her plan was working and that was leaving her feeling temporarily weak.
She had lost hope for the sake of her undergarments, they were soiled beyond repair.
Her coral lips strained to get just the curve of his mushroom head into the wet cavern of her mouth, gently sucking him further into her, getting used to how tight he fit into her. Davina stilled her drumming heart beneath her heaving blessed chest, breathing harshly as she knew she would need all the air in her lungs she could muster at this point.
The vanilla satin skinned woman with her long river of scarlet hair breathed deeply through her nostrils, and then she pushed her head forward. With a loud 'sluuurp' she stuffed him half way into her mouth, her saliva beginning to leak from between her constricting lips and his burning cock, her hand stroking doooown his manhood until it was wrapped around the very base, therefore out of her way but still holding his member at the right angle for her suction.
Her freckled shoulders jerked and her gag reflex flared briefly, her eyes closed tight behind her spectacles as she resisted the urge, focusing, thankfully the alcohol had made the reaction much less intense and the numbing was still mostly in effect.
It was ok, she knew what to do, just like with the banana, she could do this. Her untouched womanhood needed her too...even though it was so wetly disagreeing at the same time...
Davina drew her head back after only pulling him in half way, knowing she needed to allow herself to get just a little more used to Joren's engorged prick. She used the full capacity of her lungs, pulling on the barely loose skin as she dragged her lips over the circumference of his dick, the friction pulling at him, the dribble of her mouth leaving a thick sheen of saliva along where her mouth used to be. The pressure was so strong that when she finally pulled off of him again, a loud and quick 'POP' resonated in the air around her.
Davina gasped and then huffed, her pillowy breasts the size of round melons shaking and shuddering, her crimson face so hot she knew there /had/ to be smoke rising from her flesh and spit had collected at either side of her lips, in fact, a small power-line of saliva was hanging onto her lips on one side while the other connected to the very tip of his thick schlong.
Though as soon as her mouth parted from his manhood her right hand suddenly stroked upward, her wrist twisting so as to disperse the caress around the whole perimeter of his length, her index finger pressing along the pulsing vein, and her left hand let go of his wonderfully strong side in order to dip down, and it found his testicles again, taking them both in her smooth palm, fingers pressing down onto them, massaging the orbs until she gave them a careful but firm squeeze, making sure he remained attended to as she panted and caught her breath.
Her hand gave his head two deeeeep pumps, other palm still rubbing his jewels, and she knew it was time, big breath, aaaaand
Her mouth opened wide, tongue lolling out to make extra room, and once more his cock was being forced into her narrow soft lips, her mouth muscle swiping left and right as to give extra friction to the underside of his delectable stick. She slipped down his girth, her hand stroking down right below her suckling mouth, dispersing her drool that dribbled downward all along his erection, the way his salty taste hit her causing more and more spit to accumulate to help lube his manhood.
Davina made it half way, her left hand continuing to rub his balls, a constant caress, but she moved her right hand up to his stomach, completely out of her way, shivering briefly when she felt the stone formation of his torso, and then, she dove down on him.
Joren's head struck the back of her sopping velvet throat, being trapped so tightly in her inner neck muscles it was like she was strangling this thick muscle of his. Her eyes teared up from the pressure...the...the lovely pressure. Davina had bobbed down on him so deeply that her nose was softly pressed against his stomach, not an inch of his dick left visible to the open air, all of it now housed snugly within her mouth and throat as tears rolled down her eyes, tears that were oddly...comfortable, it being from the pressure alone and no sense of turmoil, in fact the little streaks of wettness were almost soothing to her fired up cheeks. The spit that was seeping from her trailed down to his nuts, dripping of them.
Davina felt herself begin to gag, but instead of allowing herself to pull away, she kept herself in place, and she gurgled upon his manhood. Each spasm of her stuffed throat clenched around Joren's rod, clamping down on him harshly and a, 'GLUK GLUK GLUK' sound rumbled from her throat and around his cock, echoing against him.
With her other hand having nothing to do, she pulled it down and joined her already diligently working fingers, using both to squeeze and hold and massage his testicles like they were wonderful playthings meant for her rubbing enjoyment.
She had lost hope for the sake of her undergarments, they were soiled beyond repair.
Her coral lips strained to get just the curve of his mushroom head into the wet cavern of her mouth, gently sucking him further into her, getting used to how tight he fit into her. Davina stilled her drumming heart beneath her heaving blessed chest, breathing harshly as she knew she would need all the air in her lungs she could muster at this point.
The vanilla satin skinned woman with her long river of scarlet hair breathed deeply through her nostrils, and then she pushed her head forward. With a loud 'sluuurp' she stuffed him half way into her mouth, her saliva beginning to leak from between her constricting lips and his burning cock, her hand stroking doooown his manhood until it was wrapped around the very base, therefore out of her way but still holding his member at the right angle for her suction.
Her freckled shoulders jerked and her gag reflex flared briefly, her eyes closed tight behind her spectacles as she resisted the urge, focusing, thankfully the alcohol had made the reaction much less intense and the numbing was still mostly in effect.
It was ok, she knew what to do, just like with the banana, she could do this. Her untouched womanhood needed her too...even though it was so wetly disagreeing at the same time...
Davina drew her head back after only pulling him in half way, knowing she needed to allow herself to get just a little more used to Joren's engorged prick. She used the full capacity of her lungs, pulling on the barely loose skin as she dragged her lips over the circumference of his dick, the friction pulling at him, the dribble of her mouth leaving a thick sheen of saliva along where her mouth used to be. The pressure was so strong that when she finally pulled off of him again, a loud and quick 'POP' resonated in the air around her.
Davina gasped and then huffed, her pillowy breasts the size of round melons shaking and shuddering, her crimson face so hot she knew there /had/ to be smoke rising from her flesh and spit had collected at either side of her lips, in fact, a small power-line of saliva was hanging onto her lips on one side while the other connected to the very tip of his thick schlong.
Though as soon as her mouth parted from his manhood her right hand suddenly stroked upward, her wrist twisting so as to disperse the caress around the whole perimeter of his length, her index finger pressing along the pulsing vein, and her left hand let go of his wonderfully strong side in order to dip down, and it found his testicles again, taking them both in her smooth palm, fingers pressing down onto them, massaging the orbs until she gave them a careful but firm squeeze, making sure he remained attended to as she panted and caught her breath.
Her hand gave his head two deeeeep pumps, other palm still rubbing his jewels, and she knew it was time, big breath, aaaaand
Her mouth opened wide, tongue lolling out to make extra room, and once more his cock was being forced into her narrow soft lips, her mouth muscle swiping left and right as to give extra friction to the underside of his delectable stick. She slipped down his girth, her hand stroking down right below her suckling mouth, dispersing her drool that dribbled downward all along his erection, the way his salty taste hit her causing more and more spit to accumulate to help lube his manhood.
Davina made it half way, her left hand continuing to rub his balls, a constant caress, but she moved her right hand up to his stomach, completely out of her way, shivering briefly when she felt the stone formation of his torso, and then, she dove down on him.
Joren's head struck the back of her sopping velvet throat, being trapped so tightly in her inner neck muscles it was like she was strangling this thick muscle of his. Her eyes teared up from the pressure...the...the lovely pressure. Davina had bobbed down on him so deeply that her nose was softly pressed against his stomach, not an inch of his dick left visible to the open air, all of it now housed snugly within her mouth and throat as tears rolled down her eyes, tears that were oddly...comfortable, it being from the pressure alone and no sense of turmoil, in fact the little streaks of wettness were almost soothing to her fired up cheeks. The spit that was seeping from her trailed down to his nuts, dripping of them.
Davina felt herself begin to gag, but instead of allowing herself to pull away, she kept herself in place, and she gurgled upon his manhood. Each spasm of her stuffed throat clenched around Joren's rod, clamping down on him harshly and a, 'GLUK GLUK GLUK' sound rumbled from her throat and around his cock, echoing against him.
With her other hand having nothing to do, she pulled it down and joined her already diligently working fingers, using both to squeeze and hold and massage his testicles like they were wonderful playthings meant for her rubbing enjoyment.
Kinks: I'm looking for as many of these as can be used, but only a few are absolute needs which I will specify
Consensual
Dub-con (Receiving, Not required but preferred)
Size difference (MC smaller, YC larger/muscular, requirement)
Soft-domination
After care (Requirement)
Hickies (Receiving)
Oral (Giving and receiving, requirement)
Throat fucking
Biting
Anal
Multiple orgasms
Overstimulation
Forced to cum so many times in a row without a break that MC is whimpering and begging (Receiving, Not required but heavily preferred)
Spanking (With hand, with MC over YC's lap. For play and pleasure, not discipline.)
Sex till exhaustion
Risk of getting caught (but always managing to avoid)
Grabbing back of neck, (Receiving)
Head petting (Receiving)
'Too big' play, YC's cock large enough to where MC is a little sore after every time
Hunting/Chasing
Aphrodisiacs/pheromones
Being pinned down/manhandled (Receiving)
Hurt/Comfort (More so MC being harmed by her environment/things on the outside, and then comforted, even if dubiously, by YC)
Clitoral Stimulation (Requirement)
Light bondage
Praise!!! (Receiving, Requirement)
Force rooted in affection
Roleplay within roleplay
Loving sex
Water scenes (Shower, pool, etc)
MC made to wear a remote vibrator in public
Tit-fucking
Obsession
MC forced to orgasm (Especially through cunnilingus.)
Breast/Nipple play
Primal Play
Pet play
Dub-con (Receiving, Not required but preferred)
Size difference (MC smaller, YC larger/muscular, requirement)
Soft-domination
After care (Requirement)
Hickies (Receiving)
Oral (Giving and receiving, requirement)
Throat fucking
Biting
Anal
Multiple orgasms
Overstimulation
Forced to cum so many times in a row without a break that MC is whimpering and begging (Receiving, Not required but heavily preferred)
Spanking (With hand, with MC over YC's lap. For play and pleasure, not discipline.)
Sex till exhaustion
Risk of getting caught (but always managing to avoid)
Grabbing back of neck, (Receiving)
Head petting (Receiving)
'Too big' play, YC's cock large enough to where MC is a little sore after every time
Hunting/Chasing
Aphrodisiacs/pheromones
Being pinned down/manhandled (Receiving)
Hurt/Comfort (More so MC being harmed by her environment/things on the outside, and then comforted, even if dubiously, by YC)
Clitoral Stimulation (Requirement)
Light bondage
Praise!!! (Receiving, Requirement)
Force rooted in affection
Roleplay within roleplay
Loving sex
Water scenes (Shower, pool, etc)
MC made to wear a remote vibrator in public
Tit-fucking
Obsession
MC forced to orgasm (Especially through cunnilingus.)
Breast/Nipple play
Primal Play
Pet play
Red light! That'll be a no!! These are non-negotiable, I won't even entertain an intro message if it involves one of these
Full Non-con/Cruelty/Heartless domination
Death (except for the rare -plot- related reason towards side characters)
Incest
Bimbofication
Real life face claims
Make-up (dunno why, but I hate having MC wear it)
Piercings (On MC, YC can have them if you'd like)
Breath play
Scat/Throw up/WaterSports
Orgasm denial
Face-slapping
Degradation (Examples; The terms 'Whore, slut, bitch, cum dump, Bad girl, naughty, fuck toy' and words of that ilk, -all- count as degradation to me)
Heavy Humiliation
Cheating/Non-monagomy
Intense sadism
Steampunk/cyberpunk
Characters under 25 (playing as one or against one, except in platonic-plot related scenes as minor/side character roles)
MC being dominant
Intro pm's lacking detail or suggestions to help get the plotting rolling. I like to have a fun and creative back and forth when it comes to collaboration on a story and characters, and don't have the time for anything else to be honest.
Death (except for the rare -plot- related reason towards side characters)
Incest
Bimbofication
Real life face claims
Make-up (dunno why, but I hate having MC wear it)
Piercings (On MC, YC can have them if you'd like)
Breath play
Scat/Throw up/WaterSports
Orgasm denial
Face-slapping
Degradation (Examples; The terms 'Whore, slut, bitch, cum dump, Bad girl, naughty, fuck toy' and words of that ilk, -all- count as degradation to me)
Heavy Humiliation
Cheating/Non-monagomy
Intense sadism
Steampunk/cyberpunk
Characters under 25 (playing as one or against one, except in platonic-plot related scenes as minor/side character roles)
MC being dominant
Intro pm's lacking detail or suggestions to help get the plotting rolling. I like to have a fun and creative back and forth when it comes to collaboration on a story and characters, and don't have the time for anything else to be honest.
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