Thanks for opening my thread and taking the time to read it!
I'm 39, male and have been writing off and on for around seven years. I learned to RP over World of Warcraft, and then eventually transitioned over to discord. I'm very new to forum-based roleplay. I'm fairly flexible with genres. I'm easygoing and value good communication to smooth out any ruffles in the RP.
Some things about me:
I can write characters of either gender, but I have only ever written erotic roleplay from a male's pov.
Some interests/kinks I have oocly that I find desirable in an opposing character:
Thicker characters, femininity, breeding, transgender(mtf), femboys, slice of life, romance, D/s, power exchange, monster girls. That's not all, so don't be shy to bring something up, even if it isn't listed here.
Below, a writing sample of something I'm working on to give people a feel for my writing style and to help gauge whether I may be a good writing partner for you!
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The knock sounded loud in the hallway, the rapping, like the steady thump of her heart. A trickle of sweat ran down her back, and she tried to calm herself as she waited for the door to open. It felt like an eternity, but it did, and there was his smiling face greeting her, just like in the pictures. "I'm glad you made it!" He beamed as he opened his arms. She smiled back at him, her heart leaping into her throat as she stepped into his embrace.
He felt so much bigger than her ex. Solid, enveloping, she felt like she could disappear into that embrace with enough time.
"Well come on in," he stepped back and peered down at her, one arm extended into the apartment.
It was clean and well-lit as she stepped in. It smelled faintly of cedar and whiskey. A large king-sized bed dominated the center of the room. A large tv sat across from it and the wall to the side was dominated by a massive mirror.
In the corner sat a chair with a smiling man on it.
"Hello," he said, waving at her. "I'm Eric, we've heard a lot about each other and it's nice to finally see you."
She smiled at him. He was hot, both the men were. He looked exactly like she had been told. Both men were large, thick in the shoulders, with hands roughed from pouring concrete.
"Hello, she replied, her voice sounding quiet even to her own ears. This is actually happening, she thought to herself. She was still nervous, but increasingly growing excited.
"Anyone for drinks?" Darren asked as he latched the door and picked up a bottle of whiskey from the minibar.
She could see his bulge through his jeans. Her breath quickened, her eyes eventually rising to meet Darren's. His smile was impish, she'd been caught. A blush bloomed across her cheeks.
When she turned back, she noticed Eric had gestured at Darren before they both turned back to her. "N-no," she stammered a reply as Darren sat the bottle back down.
His smile softened as he approached her and sat down next to her on the bed. She looked up at him, feeling small. Eric then sat down on the other side of her.
"It's okay to feel nervous, Darren's voice was deep and she felt the bass in her chest with every word. "If ever you want it, just say the word and everything stops."
She felt a large hand grip her upper thigh. Eric was smiling at her,"you're totally safe," he said.
She was growing excited and felt herself grow wet and trickle down her thigh. She wasn't wearing any panties underneath the flowery skirt she wore.
She felt uncertain and nervous, but lust was starting to smother those feelings as Eric began massaging her thigh. She felt a rough finger under her chin turn her head toward Darren who leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips.
Her heart thundered in her chest as their tongues intertwined. He was a good kisser, soft and hard in all the right ways.
She felt a hand cup one of her breasts, probably Darren's, at the same time as she felt the other man begin to hike up her skirt.
She shifted her weight, and felt Eric peel her skirt up as Darren took her lower lip between his teeth and nipped. She felt the air now on her sex, and then fingers caressing the gracing her pussy lips.
Her breath was coming hard and fast and she couldn't help but tremble. It had been a while and try as she might, she couldn't help but shake like a lush, fiending for their next drink.
She was afraid to open her eyes to see who was doing what. She could feel the men's lust for her in their bodies and their hands, the way they kneaded and seized. The tension was thick and hard in the air.
Almost of their own volition, her legs opened wider. She needed this. It has been so long since she felt this way.
She was so caught up in the kiss that it came as a surprise when a rough hand took hers and she found a hard penis pressed into her hand. Her breath caught. She began pumping it even as her mind struggled to keep up with what was happening. She felt her blouse being opened, button by button.
Her mind swam in lust. It had been so long she felt so desired. She felt worshiped, her body a temple and these rough men having come to worship.
Darren broke the kiss and stood, bringing the bulge in his blue jeans to eye level. Mesmerized, she watched as he popped the button and pulled his zipper down. And there it was, springing out of his jeans. It was thick, long and veiny.
She felt her blouse peeled from her shoulders and bra pulled off as Darren leaned forward, his penis drawing closer and closer. Her pumping of Eric's penis had hastened without her realizing it, even as she took Darren's cock into her mouth.
She felt Eric's rough hand tweaking her nipple as she began to suck Darren's cock. She looked up, making eye contact with him as he looked down at her. She could see the lust and pleasure on his face.
It was conflicting for her. She felt out of control with both men touching and desiring her, but she felt in control as the only one in the moment who could either give or deny them what they wanted.
She felt Eric's hands slide down the length of her body, and take her by her hips. He lifted and adjusted her, leaving her on her knees. She leaned forward, one hand supporting her weight, the other pumping the length of Darren's cock.
She felt Darren enter her. She was already so wet that he bottomed-out in her on the first pump. She moaned around Darren's cock. Darren reached down, running his fingers through her hair as she felt Eric begin to pump her.
I'm 39, male and have been writing off and on for around seven years. I learned to RP over World of Warcraft, and then eventually transitioned over to discord. I'm very new to forum-based roleplay. I'm fairly flexible with genres. I'm easygoing and value good communication to smooth out any ruffles in the RP.
Some things about me:
- I write in 3rd person, past tense.
- I do not self-insert and value ic/ooc seperation.
- I mirror posting length, but generally like to keep replies between 1-4 paragraphs. Sometimes posts even shorter than a paragraph can be better if a scene is action or dialogue heavy. That said, I don't really enjoy novella or anything longer than a page. For me, it's just clunky to volley that kind of length.
- I normally reply within 3 days, but generally, it will be within 24 hours. For a partner, I would like someone at least every 3 days. Any longer, and I start to lose interest.
- I will try to do my best to help advance the story or make my posts meaningful and hope for a partner that does the same. Fluff has it's place, but it should be minimal.
I can write characters of either gender, but I have only ever written erotic roleplay from a male's pov.
Some interests/kinks I have oocly that I find desirable in an opposing character:
Thicker characters, femininity, breeding, transgender(mtf), femboys, slice of life, romance, D/s, power exchange, monster girls. That's not all, so don't be shy to bring something up, even if it isn't listed here.
Below, a writing sample of something I'm working on to give people a feel for my writing style and to help gauge whether I may be a good writing partner for you!
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The knock sounded loud in the hallway, the rapping, like the steady thump of her heart. A trickle of sweat ran down her back, and she tried to calm herself as she waited for the door to open. It felt like an eternity, but it did, and there was his smiling face greeting her, just like in the pictures. "I'm glad you made it!" He beamed as he opened his arms. She smiled back at him, her heart leaping into her throat as she stepped into his embrace.
He felt so much bigger than her ex. Solid, enveloping, she felt like she could disappear into that embrace with enough time.
"Well come on in," he stepped back and peered down at her, one arm extended into the apartment.
It was clean and well-lit as she stepped in. It smelled faintly of cedar and whiskey. A large king-sized bed dominated the center of the room. A large tv sat across from it and the wall to the side was dominated by a massive mirror.
In the corner sat a chair with a smiling man on it.
"Hello," he said, waving at her. "I'm Eric, we've heard a lot about each other and it's nice to finally see you."
She smiled at him. He was hot, both the men were. He looked exactly like she had been told. Both men were large, thick in the shoulders, with hands roughed from pouring concrete.
"Hello, she replied, her voice sounding quiet even to her own ears. This is actually happening, she thought to herself. She was still nervous, but increasingly growing excited.
"Anyone for drinks?" Darren asked as he latched the door and picked up a bottle of whiskey from the minibar.
She could see his bulge through his jeans. Her breath quickened, her eyes eventually rising to meet Darren's. His smile was impish, she'd been caught. A blush bloomed across her cheeks.
When she turned back, she noticed Eric had gestured at Darren before they both turned back to her. "N-no," she stammered a reply as Darren sat the bottle back down.
His smile softened as he approached her and sat down next to her on the bed. She looked up at him, feeling small. Eric then sat down on the other side of her.
"It's okay to feel nervous, Darren's voice was deep and she felt the bass in her chest with every word. "If ever you want it, just say the word and everything stops."
She felt a large hand grip her upper thigh. Eric was smiling at her,"you're totally safe," he said.
She was growing excited and felt herself grow wet and trickle down her thigh. She wasn't wearing any panties underneath the flowery skirt she wore.
She felt uncertain and nervous, but lust was starting to smother those feelings as Eric began massaging her thigh. She felt a rough finger under her chin turn her head toward Darren who leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips.
Her heart thundered in her chest as their tongues intertwined. He was a good kisser, soft and hard in all the right ways.
She felt a hand cup one of her breasts, probably Darren's, at the same time as she felt the other man begin to hike up her skirt.
She shifted her weight, and felt Eric peel her skirt up as Darren took her lower lip between his teeth and nipped. She felt the air now on her sex, and then fingers caressing the gracing her pussy lips.
Her breath was coming hard and fast and she couldn't help but tremble. It had been a while and try as she might, she couldn't help but shake like a lush, fiending for their next drink.
She was afraid to open her eyes to see who was doing what. She could feel the men's lust for her in their bodies and their hands, the way they kneaded and seized. The tension was thick and hard in the air.
Almost of their own volition, her legs opened wider. She needed this. It has been so long since she felt this way.
She was so caught up in the kiss that it came as a surprise when a rough hand took hers and she found a hard penis pressed into her hand. Her breath caught. She began pumping it even as her mind struggled to keep up with what was happening. She felt her blouse being opened, button by button.
Her mind swam in lust. It had been so long she felt so desired. She felt worshiped, her body a temple and these rough men having come to worship.
Darren broke the kiss and stood, bringing the bulge in his blue jeans to eye level. Mesmerized, she watched as he popped the button and pulled his zipper down. And there it was, springing out of his jeans. It was thick, long and veiny.
She felt her blouse peeled from her shoulders and bra pulled off as Darren leaned forward, his penis drawing closer and closer. Her pumping of Eric's penis had hastened without her realizing it, even as she took Darren's cock into her mouth.
She felt Eric's rough hand tweaking her nipple as she began to suck Darren's cock. She looked up, making eye contact with him as he looked down at her. She could see the lust and pleasure on his face.
It was conflicting for her. She felt out of control with both men touching and desiring her, but she felt in control as the only one in the moment who could either give or deny them what they wanted.
She felt Eric's hands slide down the length of her body, and take her by her hips. He lifted and adjusted her, leaving her on her knees. She leaned forward, one hand supporting her weight, the other pumping the length of Darren's cock.
She felt Darren enter her. She was already so wet that he bottomed-out in her on the first pump. She moaned around Darren's cock. Darren reached down, running his fingers through her hair as she felt Eric begin to pump her.
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