PetitChaton
Serf
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- Messages
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- Age
- 33
I have been writing and roleplaying for several years. I will write most settings, genres, fetishes, and character types; however, these are my preferences, in order of importance:
Genre
Preferred post length: 3-5 paragraphs
Grammar/Spelling: Grammar over spelling, but please try
What I have to offer a writing partner:
Genre
- Classic fantasy
- Modern fantasy
- Drama
- Adventure
- Human
- Anthro
- Monster
- Younger
- DD/lg
- Incest
- CNC/Reluctance
- Bondage
Preferred post length: 3-5 paragraphs
Grammar/Spelling: Grammar over spelling, but please try
What I have to offer a writing partner:
- Creative and fleshed out ideas
- Honest communication
- Plot driven stories
- Posts that keep the story moving
- Dynamic characters
- An effort to add to ideas
- Reciprocated communication
- Respect for the plot
- Patience
"My name is--"
His words were halted abruptly by a delicate finger, one which he followed down to its dainty wrist and slender arm until his eyes fell upon the face that made his blood run hot.
"You are my beast and that is what I will call you tonight," she whispered, and yet his ears pounded from the volumes she spoke. His massive hand rose and covered her much smaller one with ease. Lips pursed chastely, though he craved to use his teeth, to kiss the precious digit that silenced him and left a trail of lingering kisses down her arm and up her neck. Reaching her ear, he finally did bare his teeth, no longer able to resist. He let her have a taste of the danger he promised as he whispered.
"And what do I call you, my beauty?"
A trembling sigh escaped her lips before her words managed to find her. "Yes...beauty. I like that very much."
"What else do you like?" More growl than words, he didn't wait for her response before he began his very thorough exploration.
His words were halted abruptly by a delicate finger, one which he followed down to its dainty wrist and slender arm until his eyes fell upon the face that made his blood run hot.
"You are my beast and that is what I will call you tonight," she whispered, and yet his ears pounded from the volumes she spoke. His massive hand rose and covered her much smaller one with ease. Lips pursed chastely, though he craved to use his teeth, to kiss the precious digit that silenced him and left a trail of lingering kisses down her arm and up her neck. Reaching her ear, he finally did bare his teeth, no longer able to resist. He let her have a taste of the danger he promised as he whispered.
"And what do I call you, my beauty?"
A trembling sigh escaped her lips before her words managed to find her. "Yes...beauty. I like that very much."
"What else do you like?" More growl than words, he didn't wait for her response before he began his very thorough exploration.
