Lingeress
your touch lingers
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I mostly want to improve my writing and RP skills in the romance and erotica genres but I enjoy exploring a lot of different themes. I like pretty much everything, from the lighthearted to the grimdark; the super silly to the super serious.
Currently, I'm craving dark, twisted or disturbing story lines; either in plot, setting or character, or all of the above. I would prefer a story with smut in it, but it doesn't have to revolve solely around sex; have the story figure out when and where it wants to slip that on in.
I'm a big fan of the fantasy, sci-fi, supernatural, dystopian, and 'punk' genres, but modern day settings can also be a blast.
I come from a background in theatre arts and improv, so I feel I have a decent grasp on what makes compelling character choices and on how to work with others when letting our characters play together on the same stage. However, I'll let my writing partners be the judge of that! 'Yes, and-ing...' is one of my favorite things to do.
I find that I am more of a 'scene' writer versus an 'overall plot' writer. I can usually pick apart scenes and put them back together pretty well, but I might not know the next best step to take to further advance the plot along. This is one of the major things I want to improve upon.
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I look to write with someone who just enjoys writing; someone who is interested in writing a story together.
I enjoy hearing about funny ideas, weird ideas, happy ideas, brutal ideas...you name it. I love exploring the expansiveness of the human psyche in all its grit and glory. I may not feel like I can write for all of it, but I'm willing to try. It's a good way to learn what I am and am not good at.
I'm happy to work with anyone of any skill level. However, proper word usage and sentence structure is a must. If I can't understand what you're trying to say, we're not going to get very far into the story.
I'm not a big fan of defining specific word counts per post. However, effort does count here. A one or two-sentence response isn't usually enough for the other person to work with.
I am not a once-a-day poster. I cannot post a response in 24-hours, I need time to formulate my ideas and write them out, then read them over and edit them. Writing quickly is a skill I wish I had. I aim to post once a week, but may need a little longer.
Communication is a must, and getting to know each other is a big plus. I've found that writing with someone you feel a sense of camaraderie and shared enthusiasm with usually ends up producing a better overall story. Plus, it's more fun and engaging. If you know any fun icebreakers, lay 'em on me.
I won't ever drop an RP without first communicating about it.
I write in 3rd person, past or present tense. 2nd person is just too confusing for this kind of storytelling and 1st person tends to lead to emotional beclouding. -
I play characters with all kinds of different personalities, wants, needs, and fears. I enjoy playing female characters the most. I generally stick to heterosexual and bisexual characters. I love letting my characters surprise me, which comes out during the writing process. My favorite part of romance stories is the tenderness. My favorite part of dark stories is the rawness.
I try to keep the flowery and purple prose to a minimum. When intimate or sexual scenes are involved, let me know how much detail you feel comfortable writing. As much as I like describing a pulsing vein on a thick, juicy cock, I'm perfectly fine brushing over surface-level details or even fading to black.
I like playing submissive characters, either obedient, reluctant or bratty. My kind of bratty is mostly sass or snark, though; a bratty kind of bravado. The thought process behind submissive characters is something I understand intuitively. This is not to say that I play characters who only act submissively. It's not really a label. It's more of a general tendency or desire for another to take control in the bedroom, and the freedom and exploration of giving up control to them. My characters still have their own thoughts, goals, and agency. And, it doesn't mean I have no desire to explore playing more domineering characters!
I've never sat down and written out a list of desired writing kinks before, so I asked the internet to help me out. It had a lot to say. So, here ya go!
If something isn't listed, it doesn't mean I'm not willing to include it in writing. It probably just skipped my mind or it's something I'm truly neutral about. I like far more things than I don't, so don't feel afraid to ask.
Kinks I Enjoy Writing
GREEN LIGHT: Aphrodisiacs, biting/scratching/clawing, blindfolds, blood play, body modification, bondage, breath play/choking, bukkake/cum play, cockwarming, collar and leash, creampies, deepthroat/face-fucking, degradation, discipline, dubcon/noncon, exhibitionism, fear play, feather torture, fire play/candle wax, fisting, forced orgasms, foreplay/aftercare, gangbang/group sex, glory holes, hate sex, humiliation, impact play, knife play, latex/leather/rubber, lingerie, masochism, massage, master/slave, masturbation (mutual or otherwise), mind control/hypnosis, monster boys/girls, nipple play, objectification, orgasm conditioning/control/denial/on-command, ownership marking, pet play, power dynamics, praise, primal play, public sex, punching/hitting, punishment, rough play, sadism, scarification, sensory deprivation, sex fighting/sex wrestling, sex toys, sexual torture, sleep fucking, spanking, squirting, submission, the grotesque (deformities/scars/etc.), vaginal/oral/anal, voyeurism, watersports.
YELLOW LIGHT: Bimbofication, furries/futa/anthro (within site rules), incest, lactation/hucow (achieved through magical/scientific means), large age gaps, rimming, size difference, tattoos/piercings, virginity.
RED LIGHT: Age-play infantilism, chastity devices (unless used as torture/punishment), comically large breasts, fetishism (turned on by non-living objects), klismaphilia (douching/enema fetish), necrophilia, pedophilia, pregnancy as a fetish, scat/gore/vore (as fetishes, I'm fine including these things in stories), transvestic fetishism (transvestism is fine), zoophilia. -
- Hyperballad (suicidal ideation)
- The Orgasm Diary (rape, strong language)
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I want to see how many different ways I can describe the female orgasm.
Orgasm Count (so far): +3
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The orgasm that ripped through her body shattered the illusion and blasted through her vision like a thousand tiny shards of glass. She cried out as it rippled rapturously in waves. Her body convulsed, on fire against the ground in which she found herself forcefully pinned down. The gravel felt cool as it cut against her cheek.
Reawakened to discover her cunt being pounded mercilessly, her body rocked roughly into the ground. Scraped and bloodied, her muscles relaxed as thoughts of resistance fluttered away.
Had she even tried to resist? Would it have mattered?
Vague images swirled through her mind. Had her mouth screamed 'stop', corrected with words like 'don't' mixed with blubbering moans she couldn't decipher?
Her brain floated along in a blissed-out fog. She couldn't remember anything before coming to. At present, she couldn't remember her own name. She found she didn't care. She could figure that out later.
She felt a godly-sized hand push down on her head as she choked on dust.
2)
A moan stretched from her throat. She had—what she would end up calling—her 'inside-out' orgasm. Starting from inside her on the underside of her clit, the cosmic sensation pooled outward—slow like magma and thick like honey. It took its sweet, sweet time and when it reached her outward shores, it sprung back—quick as lightning—erupting outward in fireworks. She screamed out in bliss, her body bucking wildly. Until it calmed. His meaty finger was pressed down hard against her, prolonging the experience.
She panted, wide-eyed, staring up at the looming figure above her. That had been the single most pleasurable sensation she had ever experienced, and it had been given to her through force. Confliction wracked her mind because she knew, in that convicted moment, she absolutely wanted to experience that again.
He had been concerned enough about her pleasure that he took the effort to ensure she had felt good, too. She didn't know what to make of that. Would a simple 'thank you' suffice? An awkward, 'Aye, it's been swell,' then go about her other duties as if that orgasm hadn't just ripped a hole in the very fabric of the universe itself?
A burning knot settled in the pit of her stomach. This was her captor. Her abuser. Her…reason for still being alive. She blinked. But this wasn't her happily ever after. This would never be her happy ending. She would never find peace here. She would never belong.
Underneath him, she tried to make herself smaller. She couldn't read his expression but there was something of interest in his eyes. What it was, she was too afraid to inquire further.
In the following days she would find herself stealing glances toward the brute, staring at him with renewed interest.
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Her cheeks flushed as steam swirled off her skin. She let out a quiet moan. She imagined Norville's hands, trembling to reach out and cup her breasts—his touch so soft it gave her goosebumps. Olivia's nipples hardened.
She circled her clit a little faster, keeping the pressure light. It grew more and more sensitive as she imagined the young man's hands all over her body, exploring it delicately. Olivia shivered at the thought of such tenderness. Her pleasure intensified.
The pressure inside of her began to build. She brought her other hand down to lift the hood of her clit, exposing herself to even more sensitivity. Her breath stuttered—heartbeat pulsing loudly through her veins. Her mind clouded with thoughts of only his caress. Heat pooled around her clit, throbbing for more pressure. Olivia obliged. She pressed harder, deepening the richness.
After a few more minutes, she came. A soft orgasm released outward in silky waves—the warmth of the sensation washing over her entire body. She twitched, gently, from a few more rubs of the oversensitive bud. Withdrawing her hand, she opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling, humming. Heaving relaxed breaths, Olivia finished up in the shower and turned the water off.
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