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A cordial invitation!~
Hello, thank you for stopping by to read my thread! My online name is Lost, and I hope you and I can build up, play out and thoroughly enjoy some fun and sexy smut together. I am looking for a long-term partner who'd like to indulge in smut heavier stories and tales with me. Particularly, stories that feature themes of age gaps, corruption, cheating, sexual domination and sadomasochism, and much, much more. If that sounds interesting to you, then please, do read onward~
My Plots
A few of the plot ideas I had in mind that were more fleshed out. Now, do be warned; for these plots, I have refs in mind for both characters that I would heavily prefer we use. That said, I'm open to tweaking and modifying these plots as we see fit if any of these captures your eyes~
Hello, thank you for stopping by to read my thread! My online name is Lost, and I hope you and I can build up, play out and thoroughly enjoy some fun and sexy smut together. I am looking for a long-term partner who'd like to indulge in smut heavier stories and tales with me. Particularly, stories that feature themes of age gaps, corruption, cheating, sexual domination and sadomasochism, and much, much more. If that sounds interesting to you, then please, do read onward~
As hinted at above, I mostly play older characters, aged 40-50. I love, love, love age gaps; an older character being paired with a college aged woman, and the layer of taboo and list of implications that follows. It's extremely rare that I play as anyone younger(18-30), but am open to it if something interesting arises. For specifics, I prefer playing as white skinned or Asian men/women, and I mostly play as humans; but am open to playing something more monstrous, like a Frankenstein's Monster or something bipedal and humanoid like a robot or something. The pairings I play are MxF(with me as the male) and FxF. For either pairing, I would be playing as the dom role; I am not interested in playing switches or submissives, or being powerbottomed. I have a preference for subs who are properly obedient and submissive; brats are fine as well though, and a few plots listed below do feature bratty subs.
For stories, I am eager to play a wide array of different kinds of stories; from simpler affair plots to plots that are more complex. From stories of husbands sleeping with their daughter's childhood friend to tales of ship captains indulging in the fruits of their newest recruits to penny dreadfuls featuring a young woman ending up as the plaything to something monstrous but passionate! I am open to a wide variety of ideas, and look forward to seeing what kinds of sexy shenanigans we can make our characters get up to~
I am also eager to get into all the fun tropes of it all; from the classic tropes of husbands cheating on their wives with young, spunky college girls to older men manipulating and corrupting innocent young women into being their playthings to men rediscovering their libido and sexual desries, I would love to cover a variety of bases and explore all of the fun and kinky things a story can offer. I'm a writer who thoroughly believes smut, kinks and fetishes can be used to thoroughly flesh out and build a character, leading to smutty tales and stories that offer opportunities to study those characters; from exploring why my characters have tastes centered around dominance and control to looking into reasons why your characters would be so submissive or looking to intentionally wreck the homes of their men, there's a lot for us to explore.
While a good few of the men I'll be playing are questionable morally, I would much prefer if they did care for the female characters in some way, be it having genuine feelings for them or only caring because they see them as their pets. No matter the case, all I ask is that there is some semblance of an emotional connection for our characters. That all aside, I look forward to discussing all of this at length with you!~
When it comes to doubling or playing multiple characters; for stories, I am more than happy to make NPCs and minor characters to flesh out a plot, and I don't mind doubling up on main characters for long-term stories. However, when it comes to the smut, I am a lot more particular and selfish. I don't enjoy the idea of the men sharing their toys at all; so, I typically only play one dom for a specific girl/group of girls. On the other hand, I don't mind letting you play multiple subs. On that note, feel free to double up as you see fit.
In terms of settings; my absolute favorite and preferred settings are ones that combine sci-fi and fantasy. I find that two genres actually pair really well together and offer opportunities to make a world that has endless possibilities for us to play with. Beyond that, I also enjoy standard modern settings as a second option. I don't much enjoy full on fantasy settings unless it's for shorter plots.
Speaking of, I do have quite a few plot ideas, and I'll leave a few down below. Any of them are open, although I'll mark the ones I'm really craving with a heart; and of course, we can discuss other ideas and more in OOC~
For stories, I am eager to play a wide array of different kinds of stories; from simpler affair plots to plots that are more complex. From stories of husbands sleeping with their daughter's childhood friend to tales of ship captains indulging in the fruits of their newest recruits to penny dreadfuls featuring a young woman ending up as the plaything to something monstrous but passionate! I am open to a wide variety of ideas, and look forward to seeing what kinds of sexy shenanigans we can make our characters get up to~
I am also eager to get into all the fun tropes of it all; from the classic tropes of husbands cheating on their wives with young, spunky college girls to older men manipulating and corrupting innocent young women into being their playthings to men rediscovering their libido and sexual desries, I would love to cover a variety of bases and explore all of the fun and kinky things a story can offer. I'm a writer who thoroughly believes smut, kinks and fetishes can be used to thoroughly flesh out and build a character, leading to smutty tales and stories that offer opportunities to study those characters; from exploring why my characters have tastes centered around dominance and control to looking into reasons why your characters would be so submissive or looking to intentionally wreck the homes of their men, there's a lot for us to explore.
While a good few of the men I'll be playing are questionable morally, I would much prefer if they did care for the female characters in some way, be it having genuine feelings for them or only caring because they see them as their pets. No matter the case, all I ask is that there is some semblance of an emotional connection for our characters. That all aside, I look forward to discussing all of this at length with you!~
When it comes to doubling or playing multiple characters; for stories, I am more than happy to make NPCs and minor characters to flesh out a plot, and I don't mind doubling up on main characters for long-term stories. However, when it comes to the smut, I am a lot more particular and selfish. I don't enjoy the idea of the men sharing their toys at all; so, I typically only play one dom for a specific girl/group of girls. On the other hand, I don't mind letting you play multiple subs. On that note, feel free to double up as you see fit.
In terms of settings; my absolute favorite and preferred settings are ones that combine sci-fi and fantasy. I find that two genres actually pair really well together and offer opportunities to make a world that has endless possibilities for us to play with. Beyond that, I also enjoy standard modern settings as a second option. I don't much enjoy full on fantasy settings unless it's for shorter plots.
Speaking of, I do have quite a few plot ideas, and I'll leave a few down below. Any of them are open, although I'll mark the ones I'm really craving with a heart; and of course, we can discuss other ideas and more in OOC~
I have been roleplaying for 7 years and a hobbyist writer for 9. I consider myself a capable and literate writer who writes with a novella style. I strictly write in third person, and can swap from past and present tense. A good portion of my replies can get up towards the standard Discord character limits, and I will always shoot for at least 4-7 paragraphs per reply. I would like for you to have the ability to mirror me reliably. That said, I believe setting a specific length for ourselves is folly; roleplaying even in ERP is the two of us writing a story, and like any other story, some scenes(namely smut scenes) will dictate shorter replies, whereas other scenes will necessitate longer replies.
I am in the EST Timezone; my schedule is a bit chaotic, but more often than not I am available during the early day and late evenings. I am not a stickler for replies; obviously, I'm not looking to be left on read for a month, but I'm also not opposed to waiting a week or two for a reply. Take your time, but don't take advantage of my patience; all I ask is the same in return.
I am in the EST Timezone; my schedule is a bit chaotic, but more often than not I am available during the early day and late evenings. I am not a stickler for replies; obviously, I'm not looking to be left on read for a month, but I'm also not opposed to waiting a week or two for a reply. Take your time, but don't take advantage of my patience; all I ask is the same in return.
Unfortunately, this will probably be where I lose a good portion of people. When it comes to the visual references for our characters, I do not want us using AI generated art, IRL claims(models, actresses, celebrities), or self-inserts. I am very strict on this rule and am not willing to negotiate on the matter; if this is something you don't agree with then we are not compatible. Since I require our characters to have visual references, I would like for us to instead rely on art we found off the internet; be it digital, porn, anime style or whatever have you.
I have a fuckton of references on hand if you need to borrow any. Also, as a fair warning, I have refs in mind for the plots listed below, for both of our characters in each plot. I'm obviously open to discussions.
I have a fuckton of references on hand if you need to borrow any. Also, as a fair warning, I have refs in mind for the plots listed below, for both of our characters in each plot. I'm obviously open to discussions.
-Age Gaps❤
-Corruption❤
-Rough Sex❤
-Tribbing/Scissoring❤
-Romance/Intimacy
-Orientation Play(Straight to gay, FxF)
-Big Breasts/Breast Worship❤
-Clothed Dom, Nude Sub
-Marking(Biting, Hickies, Writing)
-Faith Play/Religious Themes
-Light Bondage❤
-Uncircumcised Cocks
-Oral(Giving/Receiving)❤
-Degradation/Humiliation❤
-Hair Pulling
-Slave Training
-Partial Nudity(When used sparingly)
-Spanking/Corporal Punishment/Impact Play(Floggers, Paddles, Canes, Belts, Ect.)❤
-Hate Sex
-Begging
-Hot Wax
-Groping/Fondling/Massages❤
-Creampie❤
-Boot Licking
-Incest
-Domestication/Dehumanization
-Leashes and Collars❤
-Rimming(When used sparingly)
-Anal(When used sparingly)
-Petplay/Ownership❤
-Sexual Torture(Sensory Deprivation, Stimulation Overload, Forced Orgasms, Prolonged Orgasms, ect.)
-Humiliation(Spitting, Cameras/Recording, Body Writing, Verbal Degradation, Objectification, Ect.)❤
-Anthro/Furry(Anthro woman x Human man)❤
-Biting, Scratching, Marking❤
-Body Hair/Pubic Hair(Men)
-Body Worship
-Body Writing❤
-Milking
-Fantasy Races & Events
-Fluid Drinking (Cum, Urine, Breastmilk)
-Heavy Dom/Sub Dynamic❤
-Lactation❤
-Nipple Play
-Stripping/Removal of Clothes❤
-Teasing❤
-Threesomes(Two women, one man)❤
-Water & Being Wet
-Misogyny/Chauvinism/Narrative Bigotry ❤
-Corruption❤
-Rough Sex❤
-Tribbing/Scissoring❤
-Romance/Intimacy
-Orientation Play(Straight to gay, FxF)
-Big Breasts/Breast Worship❤
-Clothed Dom, Nude Sub
-Marking(Biting, Hickies, Writing)
-Faith Play/Religious Themes
-Light Bondage❤
-Uncircumcised Cocks
-Oral(Giving/Receiving)❤
-Degradation/Humiliation❤
-Hair Pulling
-Slave Training
-Partial Nudity(When used sparingly)
-Spanking/Corporal Punishment/Impact Play(Floggers, Paddles, Canes, Belts, Ect.)❤
-Hate Sex
-Begging
-Hot Wax
-Groping/Fondling/Massages❤
-Creampie❤
-Boot Licking
-Incest
-Domestication/Dehumanization
-Leashes and Collars❤
-Rimming(When used sparingly)
-Anal(When used sparingly)
-Petplay/Ownership❤
-Sexual Torture(Sensory Deprivation, Stimulation Overload, Forced Orgasms, Prolonged Orgasms, ect.)
-Humiliation(Spitting, Cameras/Recording, Body Writing, Verbal Degradation, Objectification, Ect.)❤
-Anthro/Furry(Anthro woman x Human man)❤
-Biting, Scratching, Marking❤
-Body Hair/Pubic Hair(Men)
-Body Worship
-Body Writing❤
-Milking
-Fantasy Races & Events
-Fluid Drinking (Cum, Urine, Breastmilk)
-Heavy Dom/Sub Dynamic❤
-Lactation❤
-Nipple Play
-Stripping/Removal of Clothes❤
-Teasing❤
-Threesomes(Two women, one man)❤
-Water & Being Wet
-Misogyny/Chauvinism/Narrative Bigotry ❤
-Rape/Non-Con
-Dub-con
-CNC
-Drug use
-Transformation
-Exhibitionism
-Physical Abuse
-Public Sex
-Cuckolding
-Piercings
-Scat
-Impregnation
-Porn Logic
-Gangbangs/Multiple Doms
-Asphyxiation/Breathplay
-Filth/Cock Musk
-Electroplay
-Latex
-Circumcised Cocks
-Extreme BDSM/Bondage
-Vomit
-BNWO/Blacking
-Bloodplay/Gore(When used for smut)
-Dub-con
-CNC
-Drug use
-Transformation
-Exhibitionism
-Physical Abuse
-Public Sex
-Cuckolding
-Piercings
-Scat
-Impregnation
-Porn Logic
-Gangbangs/Multiple Doms
-Asphyxiation/Breathplay
-Filth/Cock Musk
-Electroplay
-Latex
-Circumcised Cocks
-Extreme BDSM/Bondage
-Vomit
-BNWO/Blacking
-Bloodplay/Gore(When used for smut)
My Plots
A few of the plot ideas I had in mind that were more fleshed out. Now, do be warned; for these plots, I have refs in mind for both characters that I would heavily prefer we use. That said, I'm open to tweaking and modifying these plots as we see fit if any of these captures your eyes~
For you, home was a small farming village that was conservative. Folks were hospitable, but preferred quiet; they stuck to their own and kept the few travelers that came by at arm's length. Religion was important, as was community; the kind of village where everyone knew each other. It only made sense that you would end up becoming a star member of the community; a devout young woman who stayed true to her faith. You tried each and every day to live in the image of God. You were so devoted to your faith, that you never even used the Lord's name in vain; you never swore, never lied, you were the spitting image of purity. Unfortunately, you were also naive. Kindness was simply written in your DNA, and it was difficult if not impossible for you to see the bad in anyone. Your good will also came with noble ambitions; you took up studying clerical magic, aimed to learn the few bits of adventuring your village taught, eager to see what the world had to offer and what opportunities it would give you to help others and share your faith.
But, deep beneath your benevolence lay something that you had repressed for so long. See, the village wasn't keen on throwing sex around. The few things they did teach you portrayed sex as a beautiful, sacred act between a man and a woman, something passionate, fiery, and romantic. Unfortunately, your thoughts and fantasies about sex involved silk ropes, belts, blindfolds and various forms of debauchery; you were sexually deviant. Other women wanted long nights being ravished by their husbands; you wanted your husband to dominate and degrade you. As a result, you kept your desires buried as far deep as they possibly could be inside of you. Perhaps it played a part into why you set out from the village on your twentieth birthday; maybe you were hoping subconsciously that you could find a man who would be happy to indulge your perverse, filthy desires. Perhaps you didn't want to hide what you were anymore.
It was winter when you went out into the great big world, eager to begin your adventure. You completed two low level quests in a nearby town, and were pleased when they came to you with a third; the next town over had an adventurer that had fallen. He would be fine, but the aid of clerical magic would benefit him, and they called upon you. Thankfully, the town was just a mile or two through some dense woods; a straight shot, and the weather was forecasted to bring a light snow fall. You were so confident that you denied an escort, and off you went into the trees. Unfortunately, fate seemed to have other plans. The snow rapidly became heavier; going from gentle kisses upon your face to the snowflakes beating against your soft skin as you found yourself caught in a sudden blizzard. The winds tore at you, and the late afternoon was starting to become early evening. And unfortunately, you got turned around, and now you were lost amongst the trees. Fear began to creep in. You wouldn't survive the night out here in the freezing cold. Early evening began to wane as the proper night started approaching, and the snow was only getting worse.
But then you saw it; salvation in the form of a warm light coming from a lone cabin in a clearing! And inside was an older man who seemed to understand your plight. He welcomed you in from the cold; a miracle, truly. But rapidly, it became apparent that this man was a little strange. He seemed to be an experienced traveler, having old pieces of gear and equipment laying around amongst collections of odd wares, items and literature. Taboos were this man's bread and butter you realized. Items that suggested the occult, books that spoke of cultures and traditions, various items that suggested an interest in all sorts of lewd debauchery…
Was it fate that brought you here? Or was he a temptation from something wicked? A manifestation of your desires, or was he the Devil? Or, just a normal man with kinks you were raised to see as abnormal? You couldn't tell. Little did you know, the ensuing night would see you become much more acquainted with that side of you that's been buried for so long…
About the plot:
This one is a story about a young, devout woman encountering a strange man in a cabin, and subsequently becoming more and more acquainted with the kinky side of her she's tried to keep buried for so long. I'm hoping for this plot to be something as sexy as it is psychological; filled to the brim with various forms of foreplay as the strange man charms and plays with your character, unlocking more and more of that kinky side of her that she's buried within. Your character will be the main focus of this story; we'll be focusing on her thoughts and feelings as she continues being led astray by this strange man, starting with the act of letting him see her nude and ending with her being well acquainted with his sexual desires and kinks; using her naivete, inexperience with men, and of course, her undeniable interest in the kinks and fetishes she's had repressed for so long. How would she view these kinks? Manifestations of how depraved sex was? Punishments for her desires? Something impure that ought to remain buried? I'd love to focus on her psychology throughout this story, following her as the strange man shows her more and more of her true self. As a result, I'm thinking that the actual act of sex would actually be an early milestone within the night; of course, something he'll only obtain once he's sufficiently coerced her enough, but not at all the end goal for him, rather a part of the key he'll use to unlock more and more of that kinky side of her. However, I'm open to discussions on this point and would love to hear your thoughts~
As for the strange man, I'd love to keep him ambiguous in terms of what he is. Is he just a normal man who happened to be charismatic and kinky? Or something more, some kind of force that sought her out specifically? Maybe a demon in human skin, seeking to lead her astray from the path of purity? Or maybe an angel, someone who was willing to show her that she didn't need to be burdened by her repressed desires? There's a lot of ideas we can play with, but all in all, at least to your character, I'd like to keep him ambiguous, a strange man who has an ever so slightly supernatural air to him.
But, deep beneath your benevolence lay something that you had repressed for so long. See, the village wasn't keen on throwing sex around. The few things they did teach you portrayed sex as a beautiful, sacred act between a man and a woman, something passionate, fiery, and romantic. Unfortunately, your thoughts and fantasies about sex involved silk ropes, belts, blindfolds and various forms of debauchery; you were sexually deviant. Other women wanted long nights being ravished by their husbands; you wanted your husband to dominate and degrade you. As a result, you kept your desires buried as far deep as they possibly could be inside of you. Perhaps it played a part into why you set out from the village on your twentieth birthday; maybe you were hoping subconsciously that you could find a man who would be happy to indulge your perverse, filthy desires. Perhaps you didn't want to hide what you were anymore.
It was winter when you went out into the great big world, eager to begin your adventure. You completed two low level quests in a nearby town, and were pleased when they came to you with a third; the next town over had an adventurer that had fallen. He would be fine, but the aid of clerical magic would benefit him, and they called upon you. Thankfully, the town was just a mile or two through some dense woods; a straight shot, and the weather was forecasted to bring a light snow fall. You were so confident that you denied an escort, and off you went into the trees. Unfortunately, fate seemed to have other plans. The snow rapidly became heavier; going from gentle kisses upon your face to the snowflakes beating against your soft skin as you found yourself caught in a sudden blizzard. The winds tore at you, and the late afternoon was starting to become early evening. And unfortunately, you got turned around, and now you were lost amongst the trees. Fear began to creep in. You wouldn't survive the night out here in the freezing cold. Early evening began to wane as the proper night started approaching, and the snow was only getting worse.
But then you saw it; salvation in the form of a warm light coming from a lone cabin in a clearing! And inside was an older man who seemed to understand your plight. He welcomed you in from the cold; a miracle, truly. But rapidly, it became apparent that this man was a little strange. He seemed to be an experienced traveler, having old pieces of gear and equipment laying around amongst collections of odd wares, items and literature. Taboos were this man's bread and butter you realized. Items that suggested the occult, books that spoke of cultures and traditions, various items that suggested an interest in all sorts of lewd debauchery…
Was it fate that brought you here? Or was he a temptation from something wicked? A manifestation of your desires, or was he the Devil? Or, just a normal man with kinks you were raised to see as abnormal? You couldn't tell. Little did you know, the ensuing night would see you become much more acquainted with that side of you that's been buried for so long…
About the plot:
This one is a story about a young, devout woman encountering a strange man in a cabin, and subsequently becoming more and more acquainted with the kinky side of her she's tried to keep buried for so long. I'm hoping for this plot to be something as sexy as it is psychological; filled to the brim with various forms of foreplay as the strange man charms and plays with your character, unlocking more and more of that kinky side of her that she's buried within. Your character will be the main focus of this story; we'll be focusing on her thoughts and feelings as she continues being led astray by this strange man, starting with the act of letting him see her nude and ending with her being well acquainted with his sexual desires and kinks; using her naivete, inexperience with men, and of course, her undeniable interest in the kinks and fetishes she's had repressed for so long. How would she view these kinks? Manifestations of how depraved sex was? Punishments for her desires? Something impure that ought to remain buried? I'd love to focus on her psychology throughout this story, following her as the strange man shows her more and more of her true self. As a result, I'm thinking that the actual act of sex would actually be an early milestone within the night; of course, something he'll only obtain once he's sufficiently coerced her enough, but not at all the end goal for him, rather a part of the key he'll use to unlock more and more of that kinky side of her. However, I'm open to discussions on this point and would love to hear your thoughts~
As for the strange man, I'd love to keep him ambiguous in terms of what he is. Is he just a normal man who happened to be charismatic and kinky? Or something more, some kind of force that sought her out specifically? Maybe a demon in human skin, seeking to lead her astray from the path of purity? Or maybe an angel, someone who was willing to show her that she didn't need to be burdened by her repressed desires? There's a lot of ideas we can play with, but all in all, at least to your character, I'd like to keep him ambiguous, a strange man who has an ever so slightly supernatural air to him.
Gunfire exploded through the humid heat of that particular night. You felt bullets whizz past you, heard them smacking into trees all around you as you clamored and waded through thick, murky waters; fur soaked and body covered in scratches. Breathing felt like Hell, your lungs burning with fire each time you took a breath. Your body was on its last vestiges of energy, wanting nothing more than to give out; you were running on fumes now, but those fumes were full of desperation and terror, and that was enough to keep you going. You didn't even register that you saw it at first; a humble boat floating in the dark waters. You didn't fully register the possible dangers or if it was a good decision to throw yourself over the side and into the wooden floor; all you knew was that you needed to either hide, get this boat running, or prepare to make a last stand. But you did freeze up when you rolled onto your back, and found a grizzled human man staring down at you. Panic tore through you; you weren't on good terms with your pursuers, but anthros and humans didn't have a good relationship, either. However, to your surprise, he seemed to silently acknowledge the situation, and before long the two of you were tearing through the murky waters of the swamp and leaving your pursuers in the dust.
It's been a few days since then. You and him didn't talk at all; not even offering names to one another. But you learned quickly that this boat was his home; and that he lived alone, and bas for a while. He kept the boat going, stopping occasionally in hidden, out of the way spots to fish for food. You would do your part, helping out around the place, cleaning up his rather messy abode, cooking, and doing chores. You weren't sure if he minded, or if it even did anything to minimize the debt you were sure you owed him; but he didn't stop you. Needless to say, the air was tense; sure, he helped you and didn't seem willing to hand you over to the anthros that were chasing you, but you still didn't know who he was, what he wanted, and why he, a human, was so far out in anthro country. Both of you were definitely running from something though, made evidently clear when he steered you both away from any civilization; neither of you really had a plan to offer the other, nor did either of you have any idea of where you two wanted to go. It seemed that you two just wanted to be anywhere where the past couldn't catch up to you.
Unfortunately, what you didn't tell him was that you were currently in heat. It was easy at first, hiding it from him; but as the days went on, your cunt was constantly on fire while being slicker than oil. None of it was made easier by the fact that the boat was small; you two were constantly around one another, and even had to share his only bed during the nights. You saw his eyes wander on certain days, and you were ashamed to admit that your eyes wandered here and there as well. A human and an anthro; a taboo so heavy that it was enough to warrant being exiled. Yet, as your heat worsened and his interest in you became more apparent, both of you were willing to cast your differences aside to satiate your shared urges…
About the plot:
A shorter story focusing on two characters running away from something in their pasts; him being a human, and your character being an anthro. But you're in heat, and the days on the waters can be so lonely, especially when the two of you are quiet and unsure of the other. It won't be long before that tension bursts with the help of a much needed night of fiery passion~
That said, this plot is intentionally open-ended; in my mind, I'm envisioning that the sex occurs in the middle of the night, with the pair having their first actual conversation with one another in the morning after. However, I'm totally open to changing this timeline to whatever suits our needs. However, the setup for the plot will remain the same; you were on the run one night, and happened upon his boat, with him silently helping you escape.
I don't want to spoil too much about him, so I won't say too much. But he is a loner, living alone on that boat of his. He prefers to keep to himself, and doesn't seem too fond of anthros even despite helping you escape; an unsureness that gets whittled away as the two of you grow unexpectedly closer.
It's been a few days since then. You and him didn't talk at all; not even offering names to one another. But you learned quickly that this boat was his home; and that he lived alone, and bas for a while. He kept the boat going, stopping occasionally in hidden, out of the way spots to fish for food. You would do your part, helping out around the place, cleaning up his rather messy abode, cooking, and doing chores. You weren't sure if he minded, or if it even did anything to minimize the debt you were sure you owed him; but he didn't stop you. Needless to say, the air was tense; sure, he helped you and didn't seem willing to hand you over to the anthros that were chasing you, but you still didn't know who he was, what he wanted, and why he, a human, was so far out in anthro country. Both of you were definitely running from something though, made evidently clear when he steered you both away from any civilization; neither of you really had a plan to offer the other, nor did either of you have any idea of where you two wanted to go. It seemed that you two just wanted to be anywhere where the past couldn't catch up to you.
Unfortunately, what you didn't tell him was that you were currently in heat. It was easy at first, hiding it from him; but as the days went on, your cunt was constantly on fire while being slicker than oil. None of it was made easier by the fact that the boat was small; you two were constantly around one another, and even had to share his only bed during the nights. You saw his eyes wander on certain days, and you were ashamed to admit that your eyes wandered here and there as well. A human and an anthro; a taboo so heavy that it was enough to warrant being exiled. Yet, as your heat worsened and his interest in you became more apparent, both of you were willing to cast your differences aside to satiate your shared urges…
About the plot:
A shorter story focusing on two characters running away from something in their pasts; him being a human, and your character being an anthro. But you're in heat, and the days on the waters can be so lonely, especially when the two of you are quiet and unsure of the other. It won't be long before that tension bursts with the help of a much needed night of fiery passion~
That said, this plot is intentionally open-ended; in my mind, I'm envisioning that the sex occurs in the middle of the night, with the pair having their first actual conversation with one another in the morning after. However, I'm totally open to changing this timeline to whatever suits our needs. However, the setup for the plot will remain the same; you were on the run one night, and happened upon his boat, with him silently helping you escape.
I don't want to spoil too much about him, so I won't say too much. But he is a loner, living alone on that boat of his. He prefers to keep to himself, and doesn't seem too fond of anthros even despite helping you escape; an unsureness that gets whittled away as the two of you grow unexpectedly closer.
A few million years ago, predator anthros used to hunt prey anthros. Nobody knows why; animals existed alongside both species after all. But, over the years, they evolved out of this; losing their killer instinct entirely, and getting their meat from animals, which aren't as related to them as ignorant people might think. However, while they lost their predatory need to kill and eat, it's speculated that it simply manifests in other ways in specific cases. William Connors was the creative painting professor at Ebony Brooks University. He taught mainly painting, but also sculpting, drawing, and more. And recently, he began to feel like he was being hunted by one of his anthro students; locked in a game of cat and mouse, where he found himself as the mouse, as her prey.
William had always been a quiet wimp of a man who had a nasty habit of being passive in certain portions of his life; one of the bigger ones being his sex life. He repressed his kinks and fetishes early on, believing them to be strange. Even as the years went on, even as his marriage continued and he couldn't find himself entirely satisfied with the sex his wife provided, he repressed his desires, keeping them buried and only indulging in them via his secret stash of magazines, porn and smut. He told himself that this was healthy, that this was enough; after all, his wife was happy, and surely, that meant he was happy, too.
And then you stepped into his class one day. Typically, anthro students were segregated from the human ones; however, your reputation as one of the university's top athletes allowed you to pull some strings. And almost immediately, you began toying with William. Your tail would brush against him whenever you passed each other, sometimes he'd accidentally catch a good angle on your breasts, or hear you say something that was ever so slightly suggestive; things that could be written off as accidents and mistakes. And then you pushed the envelope further, and further, and further; wearing clothes that were a size or two too small, positioning yourself in ways that he could get a nice view to ogle you, even flirting with him whenever the two of you were out of earshot from everyone else. He was ashamed to admit it, but you had him around your finger. He'd show up to sporting events with the sole purpose of watching you, get flustered whenever you said something inappropriate, even had moments of weakness where he'd masturbate in his home to fantasies of you. Never before had he seen anthros in such a way, but you, you were toying with him, playing with your food and getting bolder the more he let you get away with it.
This all culminated in a "prank". It was near the end of the semester, and as William was set to leave for the day, he was pulled aside by a couple of your friends who asked him to help teach them a bit about painting a nude model. Naturally, he agreed, always eager to share his love of art with the students. That was, until he saw who they chose for the nude model; you, standing in your stark nakedness, grinning with such smug arrogance as you watched him struggle to process what he was seeing. But this was the straw that broke the camel's back, it turned out; his sexual frustrations, annoyance with you and irritation with constantly being walked over had finally reached a boiling point, and it was about time he finally put you in your place…
About the plot:
This plot focuses a lot on a kink I think is highly underrated; hate sex, particularly centering around a man finally growing a pair to hate fuck and dominate a catty anthro student who's been teasing, flirting and just generally being a nuisance with him through a good bit of the college semester. It's also one of the rare plots where I actually think a bratty submissive works well! I'd love for your character to intentionally dig a deeper hole for herself, getting off on the control she has over William and getting off even more to the fantasy of him flipping that control back on her. If we start a bit before the “prank”, I'd love to discuss ways she teases and plays with William, and flesh out their dynamic and how they see each other in OOC~
The “Prank” can also be altered in any way we see fit. I'm envisioning the twist being that your character isn't actually a slut, maybe even having her be a virgin; hence why I pitched her only modeling in the nude with the privacy of her friends, rather than an actual class. That said, I'm totally open to the idea of the “Prank” being something else; maybe she strips nude and waits for him in his office, or we find a way to trick him into following her into the locker room. We can definitely go a little silly with this one, but again, I'd love to hear your thoughts.
As stated, William is a bit of a wimp. He's let people walk all over him his entire life because he believed it was the easiest route; this includes his wife, who'll be a bit of a bitch especially in regards to the repression of her husband's kinks. In a sense, you'll be kind of doing William a service; not only becoming a vessel for him to finally enact his sexual desires upon, but also opening his eyes to what it's like to take what he wants instead of lowering himself to please others. I know I said I want this plot to focus on hate sex, and that is still true; but I'd totally love to discuss the possibility of a scene or two after that builds a proper relationship between the two characters.
William had always been a quiet wimp of a man who had a nasty habit of being passive in certain portions of his life; one of the bigger ones being his sex life. He repressed his kinks and fetishes early on, believing them to be strange. Even as the years went on, even as his marriage continued and he couldn't find himself entirely satisfied with the sex his wife provided, he repressed his desires, keeping them buried and only indulging in them via his secret stash of magazines, porn and smut. He told himself that this was healthy, that this was enough; after all, his wife was happy, and surely, that meant he was happy, too.
And then you stepped into his class one day. Typically, anthro students were segregated from the human ones; however, your reputation as one of the university's top athletes allowed you to pull some strings. And almost immediately, you began toying with William. Your tail would brush against him whenever you passed each other, sometimes he'd accidentally catch a good angle on your breasts, or hear you say something that was ever so slightly suggestive; things that could be written off as accidents and mistakes. And then you pushed the envelope further, and further, and further; wearing clothes that were a size or two too small, positioning yourself in ways that he could get a nice view to ogle you, even flirting with him whenever the two of you were out of earshot from everyone else. He was ashamed to admit it, but you had him around your finger. He'd show up to sporting events with the sole purpose of watching you, get flustered whenever you said something inappropriate, even had moments of weakness where he'd masturbate in his home to fantasies of you. Never before had he seen anthros in such a way, but you, you were toying with him, playing with your food and getting bolder the more he let you get away with it.
This all culminated in a "prank". It was near the end of the semester, and as William was set to leave for the day, he was pulled aside by a couple of your friends who asked him to help teach them a bit about painting a nude model. Naturally, he agreed, always eager to share his love of art with the students. That was, until he saw who they chose for the nude model; you, standing in your stark nakedness, grinning with such smug arrogance as you watched him struggle to process what he was seeing. But this was the straw that broke the camel's back, it turned out; his sexual frustrations, annoyance with you and irritation with constantly being walked over had finally reached a boiling point, and it was about time he finally put you in your place…
About the plot:
This plot focuses a lot on a kink I think is highly underrated; hate sex, particularly centering around a man finally growing a pair to hate fuck and dominate a catty anthro student who's been teasing, flirting and just generally being a nuisance with him through a good bit of the college semester. It's also one of the rare plots where I actually think a bratty submissive works well! I'd love for your character to intentionally dig a deeper hole for herself, getting off on the control she has over William and getting off even more to the fantasy of him flipping that control back on her. If we start a bit before the “prank”, I'd love to discuss ways she teases and plays with William, and flesh out their dynamic and how they see each other in OOC~
The “Prank” can also be altered in any way we see fit. I'm envisioning the twist being that your character isn't actually a slut, maybe even having her be a virgin; hence why I pitched her only modeling in the nude with the privacy of her friends, rather than an actual class. That said, I'm totally open to the idea of the “Prank” being something else; maybe she strips nude and waits for him in his office, or we find a way to trick him into following her into the locker room. We can definitely go a little silly with this one, but again, I'd love to hear your thoughts.
As stated, William is a bit of a wimp. He's let people walk all over him his entire life because he believed it was the easiest route; this includes his wife, who'll be a bit of a bitch especially in regards to the repression of her husband's kinks. In a sense, you'll be kind of doing William a service; not only becoming a vessel for him to finally enact his sexual desires upon, but also opening his eyes to what it's like to take what he wants instead of lowering himself to please others. I know I said I want this plot to focus on hate sex, and that is still true; but I'd totally love to discuss the possibility of a scene or two after that builds a proper relationship between the two characters.
You tried each and every day to live in the image of God. You were so devoted to your faith, that you never even used the Lord's name in vain; you never swore, never lied, you were the spitting image of purity. Unfortunately, you were also naive. Kindness was simply written in your DNA, and it was difficult if not impossible for you to see the bad in anyone.
It was this optimistic naivety of yours that ultimately led you to the seedy part of town. Prostitutes on the corners, various dark areas, many abandoned buildings; not to mention, all of the red light buildings filled to the brim with debauchery, filth, and sin.
But, it wasn't your place to judge. In fact, you had come here to spread the word of the Lord to one specific person; Adrian DeLuca, a former priest who was once well regarded in your church, but has fallen from grace and seemingly abandoned his faith altogether long ago. Many of the older members of your church spoke of him often in whispers, telling of a once starry eyed man who had long since fallen into the ways of alcoholism, debauchery, and worst of all, cynical atheism.
And now, your religious college has given you the assignment of spreading the word of God, and what better person to spread it to than someone who has seemingly been led astray? You had full faith that all would go well, as you made your way up the sketchy apartment building to the home of the Fallen Father. With a tentative breath, you knock on his door, eager to finally meet the man face to face. Inside, you hear the sounds of groaning, shuffling, and swearing. The person to answer the door wasn't who you expected at all; it was a woman about your age, clad in nothing but a shirt that clearly belonged to Adrian. She blushes and timidly makes her way past you, while Adrian tails behind her to answer the door, also in nothing but a shirt. He invites you in, both because you insisted on it and also because he hated the idea of someone as dumb as you being out late in his part of town.
He smells of booze and sex, and his apartment is a little in disarray. Clearly, it was up to you to try and speak some sense into him! Unfortunately, you had no experience with men, due to your life of devotion, so seeing Adrian in mostly nothing was making you flustered. And the idea that he had just wrapped up with a woman as young as you wasn't helping, either. Eventually, both your mind and eyes start to wander, and it's not long before Adrian senses blood in the water. Eager to continue his night of debauchery you had rudely interrupted, he sets out to steer the conversation from religion to helping you explore a controlled bit of sin and debauchery…
About the plot:
This plot follows a small bit of corruption as Adrian DeLuca, the Fallen Father, seeks to turn your character into his next plaything. I'm looking for this plot to focus a good bit on sadomasochistic content such as bondage, corporeal punishments and more.
Adrian as a person will be someone as charismatic as he is drunk and grumpy; his voice may be rugged and his tone might be harsh, but he speaks always with conviction. He is a former priest; now disgraced by the church and owning a small apartment building in a seedy part of town. He lives his life as a drunk sex pest, who seems to have an affinity for college girls. Now, I am interested in taking him in a variety of directions; maybe he's a selfish prick only seeking sexual gratification, leading your character on and on until she devotes herself to him and his kinks with him only ever seeing her as a toy. Another route is something more sweet, with your character taking on a more positive role in his life; not exactly leading him away from his sexual tendencies, but maybe she steers him away from the bottle.and brightens up his world view? A more strange idea is that he's some kind of narcissistic sex “god” who leads a small cult of women who he's convinced to devote themselves to him. All in all, I'm open to discussions and seeing where we want to take Adrian, and the dynamic he has with your character.
It was this optimistic naivety of yours that ultimately led you to the seedy part of town. Prostitutes on the corners, various dark areas, many abandoned buildings; not to mention, all of the red light buildings filled to the brim with debauchery, filth, and sin.
But, it wasn't your place to judge. In fact, you had come here to spread the word of the Lord to one specific person; Adrian DeLuca, a former priest who was once well regarded in your church, but has fallen from grace and seemingly abandoned his faith altogether long ago. Many of the older members of your church spoke of him often in whispers, telling of a once starry eyed man who had long since fallen into the ways of alcoholism, debauchery, and worst of all, cynical atheism.
And now, your religious college has given you the assignment of spreading the word of God, and what better person to spread it to than someone who has seemingly been led astray? You had full faith that all would go well, as you made your way up the sketchy apartment building to the home of the Fallen Father. With a tentative breath, you knock on his door, eager to finally meet the man face to face. Inside, you hear the sounds of groaning, shuffling, and swearing. The person to answer the door wasn't who you expected at all; it was a woman about your age, clad in nothing but a shirt that clearly belonged to Adrian. She blushes and timidly makes her way past you, while Adrian tails behind her to answer the door, also in nothing but a shirt. He invites you in, both because you insisted on it and also because he hated the idea of someone as dumb as you being out late in his part of town.
He smells of booze and sex, and his apartment is a little in disarray. Clearly, it was up to you to try and speak some sense into him! Unfortunately, you had no experience with men, due to your life of devotion, so seeing Adrian in mostly nothing was making you flustered. And the idea that he had just wrapped up with a woman as young as you wasn't helping, either. Eventually, both your mind and eyes start to wander, and it's not long before Adrian senses blood in the water. Eager to continue his night of debauchery you had rudely interrupted, he sets out to steer the conversation from religion to helping you explore a controlled bit of sin and debauchery…
About the plot:
This plot follows a small bit of corruption as Adrian DeLuca, the Fallen Father, seeks to turn your character into his next plaything. I'm looking for this plot to focus a good bit on sadomasochistic content such as bondage, corporeal punishments and more.
Adrian as a person will be someone as charismatic as he is drunk and grumpy; his voice may be rugged and his tone might be harsh, but he speaks always with conviction. He is a former priest; now disgraced by the church and owning a small apartment building in a seedy part of town. He lives his life as a drunk sex pest, who seems to have an affinity for college girls. Now, I am interested in taking him in a variety of directions; maybe he's a selfish prick only seeking sexual gratification, leading your character on and on until she devotes herself to him and his kinks with him only ever seeing her as a toy. Another route is something more sweet, with your character taking on a more positive role in his life; not exactly leading him away from his sexual tendencies, but maybe she steers him away from the bottle.and brightens up his world view? A more strange idea is that he's some kind of narcissistic sex “god” who leads a small cult of women who he's convinced to devote themselves to him. All in all, I'm open to discussions and seeing where we want to take Adrian, and the dynamic he has with your character.
You have just been accepted to the college you've been working much of your life to get into. Years of hard work, and it finally paid off!...Almost. See, it was out of state. You needed somewhere to live, and a way to get there. Your parents weren't too supportive of your choice, and your friends didn't have the money or means to help you. So, you settled for getting a Summer job. It would only be for the Summer, and it would solely be for you to save up some money to move closer to your university, and get a proper job. Unfortunately, the only job that was hiring was that of a maid.
There were some decent pros; the biggest one being that the employer was a wealthy older man named Charles Hemmings who was willing to pay well and allow the maid to live within the walls of his manor for the duration of her contract; his wife left him recently, and he needed a feminine hand to help around the house. The hours were reasonable, and it would give you a great head start. Unfortunately, it was only after you arrived that you discovered the cons. For one, the man was a misogynist. He only hired you because of your looks, and he openly looked down upon you simply because of your gender. And you discovered his wife left him because he was a pig who enjoyed seducing and charming younger women who were too naive and dumb to know any better.
Needless to say, you despised him. You hated his personality, his views, and his authority. You hated how his authoritative voice made you want to obey, and how him belittling you elicited arousal. You hated how he stuffed you in a skimpy maid outfit, And how having his eyes gazing upon you gave you a deep sense of validation…
But you weren't like one of those dumb bimbos he enjoyed! You saw how terrible he was. Even if him slapping your ass made you incredibly wet, even if you were more than eager to suck his cock beneath his desk whenever he was working, or even with how he ravished you for hours on end at night, you weren't like those other girls at all, and wouldn't fall for his tricks and charm!...
About the plot:
This one will focus on a volatile, passionately fiery dynamic between a prideful young woman and her misogynistic pig of an employer, and the rather sexy hate fucking that seems to happen every time they're in each other's presence. Now, this plot is a lot more open ended and we can modify quite a bit about this plot; who your character is and what she aspires to be, Charles’ history and the potential relationships he has with the other maids(if we include any other maid) and most importantly the end goal of the story. I'm thinking this one would be more medium-sized and chill, focusing on the dynamic and escapades of our characters during your main character's tenure working under his employment.
Needless to say, Charles will be a piece of shit. A misogynist through and through who uses conservative and traditional views of women as fuel for his hateful, dickheaded antics. He will also be prideful; as a man of wealth and old-money, he sees himself as higher than the lower classes, even treating his servants as nothing more than exactly that; servants. But, as hateful and bigoted as he is, he is also a man of conviction; speaking with authority and not content with just residing within his mansion, taking up boxing as a hobby. As for his wealth, he is old money; hailing from a family of politicians, he wasn't too keen on burdening himself with leading the lower classes, instead using his charisma and political prowess to instead help aspiring politicians with their campaigns to accrue more wealth and favors from powerful people.
There were some decent pros; the biggest one being that the employer was a wealthy older man named Charles Hemmings who was willing to pay well and allow the maid to live within the walls of his manor for the duration of her contract; his wife left him recently, and he needed a feminine hand to help around the house. The hours were reasonable, and it would give you a great head start. Unfortunately, it was only after you arrived that you discovered the cons. For one, the man was a misogynist. He only hired you because of your looks, and he openly looked down upon you simply because of your gender. And you discovered his wife left him because he was a pig who enjoyed seducing and charming younger women who were too naive and dumb to know any better.
Needless to say, you despised him. You hated his personality, his views, and his authority. You hated how his authoritative voice made you want to obey, and how him belittling you elicited arousal. You hated how he stuffed you in a skimpy maid outfit, And how having his eyes gazing upon you gave you a deep sense of validation…
But you weren't like one of those dumb bimbos he enjoyed! You saw how terrible he was. Even if him slapping your ass made you incredibly wet, even if you were more than eager to suck his cock beneath his desk whenever he was working, or even with how he ravished you for hours on end at night, you weren't like those other girls at all, and wouldn't fall for his tricks and charm!...
About the plot:
This one will focus on a volatile, passionately fiery dynamic between a prideful young woman and her misogynistic pig of an employer, and the rather sexy hate fucking that seems to happen every time they're in each other's presence. Now, this plot is a lot more open ended and we can modify quite a bit about this plot; who your character is and what she aspires to be, Charles’ history and the potential relationships he has with the other maids(if we include any other maid) and most importantly the end goal of the story. I'm thinking this one would be more medium-sized and chill, focusing on the dynamic and escapades of our characters during your main character's tenure working under his employment.
Needless to say, Charles will be a piece of shit. A misogynist through and through who uses conservative and traditional views of women as fuel for his hateful, dickheaded antics. He will also be prideful; as a man of wealth and old-money, he sees himself as higher than the lower classes, even treating his servants as nothing more than exactly that; servants. But, as hateful and bigoted as he is, he is also a man of conviction; speaking with authority and not content with just residing within his mansion, taking up boxing as a hobby. As for his wealth, he is old money; hailing from a family of politicians, he wasn't too keen on burdening himself with leading the lower classes, instead using his charisma and political prowess to instead help aspiring politicians with their campaigns to accrue more wealth and favors from powerful people.
Franklin Walker has always been a man of sacrifices and generosity, always putting others before himself. When Molly told him that she didn't have any interest in his kinks and fetishes, he buried them deep inside for her sake. When she fell pregnant, he moved them to Fox Run, taking up a work from home job for his family's sake. When his daughter, Katie, eventually brought home another girl and introduced her as her new friend, Franklin did everything to make that girl feel right at home.
That girl was you. Over the years, he treated you like a second daughter; he'd welcome you in for dinner, take you with him and Katie to a cabin in the woods for weekend hunting trips, even allow you to use the spare bedroom as a room of your own during those extended periods you would stay over. Considering that your actual father was neglectful of you, it was easy for you to idolize Franklin as your proper father figure. But then, you grew up. You and Katie were setting off for college, and your idolization of Franklin has become something dangerous; a crush, desire, a need.
And unfortunately for Franklin, he unintentionally opened the Pandora's Box of your desires during a college volleyball game. He and Molly came out to support both you and Katie; however, Franklin kept finding himself distracted by how your shorts clung so tightly to your ass, how welcoming and soft your thighs looked, and how perfectly toned your legs were. When he realized he had been checking you out for most of the game, he composed himself, and was thankful that nobody seemed to notice…Until when the game came to a close, and you turned to him, and winked.
That incident was during the tail end of your first year in college. Summer came around, and you and Katie traveled back to Fox Run to spend your vacation there. But Franklin soon realized you had ulterior motives; you wore tight clothing around the house, made sure to brush past him whenever you two happened to pass by each other, stayed near him whenever you could; you were doing everything in your power to push his buttons, and push them you did. He would ogle you in the kitchen despite his best efforts, regularly masturbate to thoughts of you in the privacy of his office, shooting ropes to the idea of you bouncing on it and calling him “daddy”. Franklin has been sexually frustrated for years; his wife was a working woman herself, and was often out of the house at her office, even more so after her promotion. Whenever she was home, she rarely put out. Of course, none of it was helped by the fact that she wasn't willing to play with his kinks and desires. And here you were, a spunky college girl more than willing to indulge him in his sexual frustrations. Franklin Walker has always been a man of sacrifices; would it really be so bad if he indulged himself just this once, even if it meant cheating on his wife with his daughter's childhood friend?...
About the plot:
Oh, the classic affair plot. Always cliche,but classics are classics for a reason. That said, this story is about a man having sex with his daughter's childhood best friend; and all the fun things that can come of it, be it ramifications, consequences, or even him getting away with all of it if we desire. This is one of those classic affair plots, with your character being the childhood friend of Franklin Walker's daughter. Of course, over the years your admiration for him as a father figure has evolved into something kinky, dangerous and intoxicating; leading to your character wanting to fuck him, by any means necessary. And unfortunately, Franklin finds himself less and less able to deny these advances; he's been sexually frustrated for years, dealing with a wife that rarely puts out and never engages in his true desires of domination.
Obviously, he's going to break; but I am interested in discussing the how, when, and why. Maybe he decides to invite your character out to the woods to the cabin they used to visit? Or, if our characters are brazenly bold/stupid, maybe he ravishes your character right in his own home. Who initiates? Does your character get fed up with him denying them both of what they want, or does Franklin take charge and decide to punish the bitch who has been making his home life a personal Hell? Another aspect I'd love to discuss is Katie; where does she stand in all of this? Is the poor girl blissfully aware of what her childhood friend is doing, or aware, and pissed? Or, if we want to be messed up, encouraging it? Telling her own father that he should grow a pair and just dominate her childhood friend? I'm totally up to modify and tweak this plot, so we have plenty of room to explore a wide variety of ideas.
Franklin will be a bit of a wimp in terms of personality, being able to be talked into a variety of things; such as discarding his dreams to move to a small town to work from home, or repressing his kinks because his wife doesn't want to indulge in them. Of course, in his heart, he is a good man; but inevitably, he will decide to be selfish and wreck his own home in one of the most scandalous ways possible. I'd love to explore his psychology in this; does he hate your character, blaming her for his eventual downfall into unfaithful temptation? Or does the sex reinvigorate him, awakening something fierce inside of him? And of course, I'd love to explore your character's psychology in all of this as well; is she content with being Franklin’s vessel for sexual satisfaction, or does she want more, to replace Molly and become his proper wife? Or is your character something even more dangerous, not just eager to see Franklin finally achieve sexual satisfaction but to encourage him to indulge even more, raising him up to be a sex god of some kind? I'm totally up to taking this in a variety of directions; be it more grounded or something wild, I'm always eager to hear your ideas and see where you'd want to take the characters and story~
That girl was you. Over the years, he treated you like a second daughter; he'd welcome you in for dinner, take you with him and Katie to a cabin in the woods for weekend hunting trips, even allow you to use the spare bedroom as a room of your own during those extended periods you would stay over. Considering that your actual father was neglectful of you, it was easy for you to idolize Franklin as your proper father figure. But then, you grew up. You and Katie were setting off for college, and your idolization of Franklin has become something dangerous; a crush, desire, a need.
And unfortunately for Franklin, he unintentionally opened the Pandora's Box of your desires during a college volleyball game. He and Molly came out to support both you and Katie; however, Franklin kept finding himself distracted by how your shorts clung so tightly to your ass, how welcoming and soft your thighs looked, and how perfectly toned your legs were. When he realized he had been checking you out for most of the game, he composed himself, and was thankful that nobody seemed to notice…Until when the game came to a close, and you turned to him, and winked.
That incident was during the tail end of your first year in college. Summer came around, and you and Katie traveled back to Fox Run to spend your vacation there. But Franklin soon realized you had ulterior motives; you wore tight clothing around the house, made sure to brush past him whenever you two happened to pass by each other, stayed near him whenever you could; you were doing everything in your power to push his buttons, and push them you did. He would ogle you in the kitchen despite his best efforts, regularly masturbate to thoughts of you in the privacy of his office, shooting ropes to the idea of you bouncing on it and calling him “daddy”. Franklin has been sexually frustrated for years; his wife was a working woman herself, and was often out of the house at her office, even more so after her promotion. Whenever she was home, she rarely put out. Of course, none of it was helped by the fact that she wasn't willing to play with his kinks and desires. And here you were, a spunky college girl more than willing to indulge him in his sexual frustrations. Franklin Walker has always been a man of sacrifices; would it really be so bad if he indulged himself just this once, even if it meant cheating on his wife with his daughter's childhood friend?...
About the plot:
Oh, the classic affair plot. Always cliche,but classics are classics for a reason. That said, this story is about a man having sex with his daughter's childhood best friend; and all the fun things that can come of it, be it ramifications, consequences, or even him getting away with all of it if we desire. This is one of those classic affair plots, with your character being the childhood friend of Franklin Walker's daughter. Of course, over the years your admiration for him as a father figure has evolved into something kinky, dangerous and intoxicating; leading to your character wanting to fuck him, by any means necessary. And unfortunately, Franklin finds himself less and less able to deny these advances; he's been sexually frustrated for years, dealing with a wife that rarely puts out and never engages in his true desires of domination.
Obviously, he's going to break; but I am interested in discussing the how, when, and why. Maybe he decides to invite your character out to the woods to the cabin they used to visit? Or, if our characters are brazenly bold/stupid, maybe he ravishes your character right in his own home. Who initiates? Does your character get fed up with him denying them both of what they want, or does Franklin take charge and decide to punish the bitch who has been making his home life a personal Hell? Another aspect I'd love to discuss is Katie; where does she stand in all of this? Is the poor girl blissfully aware of what her childhood friend is doing, or aware, and pissed? Or, if we want to be messed up, encouraging it? Telling her own father that he should grow a pair and just dominate her childhood friend? I'm totally up to modify and tweak this plot, so we have plenty of room to explore a wide variety of ideas.
Franklin will be a bit of a wimp in terms of personality, being able to be talked into a variety of things; such as discarding his dreams to move to a small town to work from home, or repressing his kinks because his wife doesn't want to indulge in them. Of course, in his heart, he is a good man; but inevitably, he will decide to be selfish and wreck his own home in one of the most scandalous ways possible. I'd love to explore his psychology in this; does he hate your character, blaming her for his eventual downfall into unfaithful temptation? Or does the sex reinvigorate him, awakening something fierce inside of him? And of course, I'd love to explore your character's psychology in all of this as well; is she content with being Franklin’s vessel for sexual satisfaction, or does she want more, to replace Molly and become his proper wife? Or is your character something even more dangerous, not just eager to see Franklin finally achieve sexual satisfaction but to encourage him to indulge even more, raising him up to be a sex god of some kind? I'm totally up to taking this in a variety of directions; be it more grounded or something wild, I'm always eager to hear your ideas and see where you'd want to take the characters and story~
Another year, another birthday alone. Your apartment was dark. You had spent the day, cooped up inside; as you normally did. But today was especially bitter, because it happened to be a day you had off entirely; there was nothing for you to distract you from the suffocating loneliness aside from your books and painting. Begrudgingly, as the evening marched onward, you decided you did at least need to eat something. So, you got up, turned on the lights, and went to eat.
And what was waiting for you was a book; the book you've been wanting for a while now, neatly tied in a red bow. It would've been a sweet gift if it wasn't for the fact that you didn't have a roommate or any acquaintance that had a key. Panic filled you, followed closely by terror. Your phone is ripped out of your pocket as you hastily begin to dial 9-1-1; but just before you can hit the call button, a message comes in from a number you didn't recognize; pleading you not to call the police. And, as dumb as it was, you froze.
Your childhood had a big impact on what your life had become so far. Other kids got to run around outside. They would frolic, playing outside for hours upon hours, running to and fro with the wind in their hair and not a care in the world. You were frail. Sickness wasn't just constant, but it was your life. You didn't get to go outside; instead, from the safety of your bedroom window upstairs in your lonely home, you watched the other kids outside. They found friendship; you found satisfaction by burying yourself in books and painting…
Years later, you aren't as frail, and your immune system is much better than it used to be; in fact, you were even able to attend school, and were currently enrolled in a college. However, you still found your world being mostly filled with painting and books. Most of your days were spent indoors, with your only time outside being for classes or the library. You had few friends that were at arm's length at best. You didn't have the slightest experience with men. The idea of going out was a reality that terrified you, but a dream you yearned for because it would give you…
Companionship. It was at the forefront of your mind for as long as you could remember. A friend to talk to. A voice to reply. Maybe even a lover. No, yes; a lover, someone who would ravish you and indulge you in all of your kinky, romantic fantasies. You shamefully spent a good portion of your days masturbating to a good variety of smut and romantic novels, picturing yourself in place of the female main characters, wanting to be swept up in a love story of your own. Alas, you found yourself alone, trapped in the safety of your own apartment; this time not by sickness, but by an almost crippling loneliness. At least, until now. Your emotions were flying all over the place; terror, anxiety, paranoia. You stared at the phone, re-reading the messages over and over again; how the person on the other side was beckoning you not to call the police.
You didn't have many contacts. This number matched none of them. And whoever it was had access to your home, evidenced by the boom that lay perfectly on your table…You should've called the police. Should've called anybody, ran outside screaming bloody murder. But instead, you found your breaths steadying, and despite all of your better judgements, began to rationalize. You were not equipped to deal with the police. What would your neighbors think, the other students on campus? Besides, it didn't seem like this person wanted to harm you, yet…So, with shaking hands, you replied.
About the plot:
This one would be more psychological, focusing on the two main characters; particularly, how their loneliness ended up shaping who they are and how they seek out ways to deal with their loneliness. This plot will also be a little darker, with one of the bigger aspects focusing on the Stalker psychologically manipulating your character more and more into his control, isolating herself further until all she has to rely on is him. Outside of that, I imagine their relationship might actually be sweet; bonding over their shared love of literature, painting, and their desire for companionship, finding it in each other.
Speaking of the Stalker, he will obviously be someone older, but similar to the main character; lonely to the point of depression and anger. I'm thinking that he met her during one of the few times she was out; becoming enamored with her after a trivial, forgettable interaction. Outside of that, I'm totally up to keep his looks and identity mostly ambiguous if you desire. I'd also love to discuss the various ways we can have him manipulate her into his control; maybe using her history of sickness, or scaring her about what the outside world is like, or even just playing into her romantic fantasies and telling her that with him, she'll never ever have to leave her home ever again.
And what was waiting for you was a book; the book you've been wanting for a while now, neatly tied in a red bow. It would've been a sweet gift if it wasn't for the fact that you didn't have a roommate or any acquaintance that had a key. Panic filled you, followed closely by terror. Your phone is ripped out of your pocket as you hastily begin to dial 9-1-1; but just before you can hit the call button, a message comes in from a number you didn't recognize; pleading you not to call the police. And, as dumb as it was, you froze.
Your childhood had a big impact on what your life had become so far. Other kids got to run around outside. They would frolic, playing outside for hours upon hours, running to and fro with the wind in their hair and not a care in the world. You were frail. Sickness wasn't just constant, but it was your life. You didn't get to go outside; instead, from the safety of your bedroom window upstairs in your lonely home, you watched the other kids outside. They found friendship; you found satisfaction by burying yourself in books and painting…
Years later, you aren't as frail, and your immune system is much better than it used to be; in fact, you were even able to attend school, and were currently enrolled in a college. However, you still found your world being mostly filled with painting and books. Most of your days were spent indoors, with your only time outside being for classes or the library. You had few friends that were at arm's length at best. You didn't have the slightest experience with men. The idea of going out was a reality that terrified you, but a dream you yearned for because it would give you…
Companionship. It was at the forefront of your mind for as long as you could remember. A friend to talk to. A voice to reply. Maybe even a lover. No, yes; a lover, someone who would ravish you and indulge you in all of your kinky, romantic fantasies. You shamefully spent a good portion of your days masturbating to a good variety of smut and romantic novels, picturing yourself in place of the female main characters, wanting to be swept up in a love story of your own. Alas, you found yourself alone, trapped in the safety of your own apartment; this time not by sickness, but by an almost crippling loneliness. At least, until now. Your emotions were flying all over the place; terror, anxiety, paranoia. You stared at the phone, re-reading the messages over and over again; how the person on the other side was beckoning you not to call the police.
You didn't have many contacts. This number matched none of them. And whoever it was had access to your home, evidenced by the boom that lay perfectly on your table…You should've called the police. Should've called anybody, ran outside screaming bloody murder. But instead, you found your breaths steadying, and despite all of your better judgements, began to rationalize. You were not equipped to deal with the police. What would your neighbors think, the other students on campus? Besides, it didn't seem like this person wanted to harm you, yet…So, with shaking hands, you replied.
About the plot:
This one would be more psychological, focusing on the two main characters; particularly, how their loneliness ended up shaping who they are and how they seek out ways to deal with their loneliness. This plot will also be a little darker, with one of the bigger aspects focusing on the Stalker psychologically manipulating your character more and more into his control, isolating herself further until all she has to rely on is him. Outside of that, I imagine their relationship might actually be sweet; bonding over their shared love of literature, painting, and their desire for companionship, finding it in each other.
Speaking of the Stalker, he will obviously be someone older, but similar to the main character; lonely to the point of depression and anger. I'm thinking that he met her during one of the few times she was out; becoming enamored with her after a trivial, forgettable interaction. Outside of that, I'm totally up to keep his looks and identity mostly ambiguous if you desire. I'd also love to discuss the various ways we can have him manipulate her into his control; maybe using her history of sickness, or scaring her about what the outside world is like, or even just playing into her romantic fantasies and telling her that with him, she'll never ever have to leave her home ever again.
As Gerald Hardy lay in a painfully familiar bed staring at the ceiling of a painfully familiar bedroom, various thoughts ran through his hungover mind, emotions were runaway trucks that tore and crashed through his body. Shame. Panic. Dread. And, ironically, some form of relief or satisfaction he couldn't quite quantify. Oh, and most importantly, his entire career flashing before his very eyes; how had he turned a simple favor into a potentially life altering scandal?
Last night was the Valentine's Day Dance hosted by the university he worked at; Ebony Brooks, a prestigious school that happily welcomed unity between humans and anthros. Or, at least, that's what the school wanted you to believe; in reality, most of the classes were segregated, and the tensions between both species were only less palpable than they were in the outside world. Nonetheless, the school hosted a dance every Valentine's Day. It was corny, it was cheesy, and it was damn well overrated; and very much something that Gerald didn't want to chaperone. Unfortunately, he had drawn the short stick, and he found himself not only alone on Valentine's Day, but now forced to watch as young and dumb college students got to rub it in his face even if unknowingly. His only silver lining was that he was able to sneak in some booze in a water bottle to try and alleviate some of his bitterness.
He was just about tipsy when he was approached by one of the anthro students. She confided in him that she needed a favor; turns out, her friend had been dumped at the dance, and could use a confidence booster in the form of some flirting, a conversation and maybe a dance. Obviously, Gerald didn't budge easily; it was such a stupid idea on so many levels that he didn't want any part of it both because he was a professor and also because he wasn't a fan of emotional affairs. But then she flashed $200 at him. He worked at Ebony Brooks, but his pay was relatively shit, and he'd be an idiot to pass up $200 he could potentially use to drown himself in more booze when the dance was over. So, he took the money and went to uphold his end of the bargain…
You were sitting on the bleachers in the corner of the room, teary eyed and bitter about tonight. You were a total nerd; short, virgin, and completely frustrated about the lack of a love life you've had since starting college. Social cues and interactions were not your forte, and you did lack a bit of self awareness. But, even still, you were boy crazy and had hoped to land at least something this year. That led into tonight; oh, how naive you were. You had been asked here by one of the jocks, and you happily accepted. Unfortunately, ten minutes ago, you found your date swapping spit with one of the cheerleaders, and now you sat alone, watching all of the couples around you having a significantly better Valentine's Day night than you were. Until Gerald came over and sat next to you. He was one of the human professors here at Ebony Brooks, and despite him being a different species than you…You had a small crush on him. Nothing serious, obviously, but you had confided in your friends a while ago that you wouldn't have minded if he offered.
As a canine anthro, you smelled the booze on him immediately. But, he wasn't drunk; just tipsy. That much was apparent when he began talking to you; speaking relatively cleanly and being aware of the conversation. But you were surprised when he called you pretty; your heart fluttered and that small crush became a bit bigger. You couldn't stop your tail from wagging; after the night you had, you needed this, even if he was tipsy. But that doubt of his sobriety completely fell from your mind when he suddenly asked if you wanted to dance. You were too overtaken with joy to care; a mildly handsome DILF asking you to dance? You would've been a total moron to have turned down such a chance!
Gerald remembered the dance. He had taken you to a more isolated corner of the floor, hoping to be hidden from everyone else. The song was slow, and he handled you like he would a proper lady. Your eyes locked onto each other’s, bodies close, too close. In that moment, something sparked, a need, a desire; to share a night of loneliness without having to be alone. Before either of you knew it, you were ditching the dance and hastily making your way to your dorm for something much more passionate…
About the plot:
Something more on the sweet and scandalous side, this time focusing on a tipst college professor and a heartbroken student falling into bed together to share a night of loneliness fueled passion, made even more of a mess when taking into account that he was paid to dance with her with drinking money! Now, the plot will be between a human character and an anthro character; with me playing as the human, and you as the anthro. In this world, human and anthro relations are seen as heavily taboo, only adding to the scandalous nature of the plot!~
I'd love to focus on the sex, and the morning/day after; the possible ramifications or how they manage to dodge the consequences, the dynamic between the two main characters, and the likely chance they end up back in bed together. I'm thinking Gerald goes from feeling pity for your character to genuinely enjoying her company, maybe even hinting at a possible but secret relationship between the pair…
Gerald will be a bitter and sarcastic man who was divorced a few years back, working as the creative writing professor at this prestigious university. Unfortunately, he has grown dissatisfied with his career, life, and his lack of fulfillment, leading him to often drown out his sorrows with bottles of booze. By day, he's proud, filling the hearts of the students who care with an invigorated love for literature as he teaches them about all the fun and interesting things someone can create with it as an artistic tool. By night, he's depressed, drunk, and often sexually frustrated. As it stands, I don't have a definitive stance on what he thinks of anthros or if he was even attracted to them prior to the dance, so I would love to discuss any ideas we may have on this matter and see if there's anything interesting that can come of it.
Last night was the Valentine's Day Dance hosted by the university he worked at; Ebony Brooks, a prestigious school that happily welcomed unity between humans and anthros. Or, at least, that's what the school wanted you to believe; in reality, most of the classes were segregated, and the tensions between both species were only less palpable than they were in the outside world. Nonetheless, the school hosted a dance every Valentine's Day. It was corny, it was cheesy, and it was damn well overrated; and very much something that Gerald didn't want to chaperone. Unfortunately, he had drawn the short stick, and he found himself not only alone on Valentine's Day, but now forced to watch as young and dumb college students got to rub it in his face even if unknowingly. His only silver lining was that he was able to sneak in some booze in a water bottle to try and alleviate some of his bitterness.
He was just about tipsy when he was approached by one of the anthro students. She confided in him that she needed a favor; turns out, her friend had been dumped at the dance, and could use a confidence booster in the form of some flirting, a conversation and maybe a dance. Obviously, Gerald didn't budge easily; it was such a stupid idea on so many levels that he didn't want any part of it both because he was a professor and also because he wasn't a fan of emotional affairs. But then she flashed $200 at him. He worked at Ebony Brooks, but his pay was relatively shit, and he'd be an idiot to pass up $200 he could potentially use to drown himself in more booze when the dance was over. So, he took the money and went to uphold his end of the bargain…
You were sitting on the bleachers in the corner of the room, teary eyed and bitter about tonight. You were a total nerd; short, virgin, and completely frustrated about the lack of a love life you've had since starting college. Social cues and interactions were not your forte, and you did lack a bit of self awareness. But, even still, you were boy crazy and had hoped to land at least something this year. That led into tonight; oh, how naive you were. You had been asked here by one of the jocks, and you happily accepted. Unfortunately, ten minutes ago, you found your date swapping spit with one of the cheerleaders, and now you sat alone, watching all of the couples around you having a significantly better Valentine's Day night than you were. Until Gerald came over and sat next to you. He was one of the human professors here at Ebony Brooks, and despite him being a different species than you…You had a small crush on him. Nothing serious, obviously, but you had confided in your friends a while ago that you wouldn't have minded if he offered.
As a canine anthro, you smelled the booze on him immediately. But, he wasn't drunk; just tipsy. That much was apparent when he began talking to you; speaking relatively cleanly and being aware of the conversation. But you were surprised when he called you pretty; your heart fluttered and that small crush became a bit bigger. You couldn't stop your tail from wagging; after the night you had, you needed this, even if he was tipsy. But that doubt of his sobriety completely fell from your mind when he suddenly asked if you wanted to dance. You were too overtaken with joy to care; a mildly handsome DILF asking you to dance? You would've been a total moron to have turned down such a chance!
Gerald remembered the dance. He had taken you to a more isolated corner of the floor, hoping to be hidden from everyone else. The song was slow, and he handled you like he would a proper lady. Your eyes locked onto each other’s, bodies close, too close. In that moment, something sparked, a need, a desire; to share a night of loneliness without having to be alone. Before either of you knew it, you were ditching the dance and hastily making your way to your dorm for something much more passionate…
About the plot:
Something more on the sweet and scandalous side, this time focusing on a tipst college professor and a heartbroken student falling into bed together to share a night of loneliness fueled passion, made even more of a mess when taking into account that he was paid to dance with her with drinking money! Now, the plot will be between a human character and an anthro character; with me playing as the human, and you as the anthro. In this world, human and anthro relations are seen as heavily taboo, only adding to the scandalous nature of the plot!~
I'd love to focus on the sex, and the morning/day after; the possible ramifications or how they manage to dodge the consequences, the dynamic between the two main characters, and the likely chance they end up back in bed together. I'm thinking Gerald goes from feeling pity for your character to genuinely enjoying her company, maybe even hinting at a possible but secret relationship between the pair…
Gerald will be a bitter and sarcastic man who was divorced a few years back, working as the creative writing professor at this prestigious university. Unfortunately, he has grown dissatisfied with his career, life, and his lack of fulfillment, leading him to often drown out his sorrows with bottles of booze. By day, he's proud, filling the hearts of the students who care with an invigorated love for literature as he teaches them about all the fun and interesting things someone can create with it as an artistic tool. By night, he's depressed, drunk, and often sexually frustrated. As it stands, I don't have a definitive stance on what he thinks of anthros or if he was even attracted to them prior to the dance, so I would love to discuss any ideas we may have on this matter and see if there's anything interesting that can come of it.
Leonard's life has always been one of routine. Wake up, go to work, come home, sleep. Obviously, he had other things outside of that; kissing his wife, eating, collecting rent. But as the years went on, the core of it remained the same; wake up, go to work, come home, sleep. Even as his wife grew more distant. Even as he watched his dreams fade into happy memories. Even as he became more and more numb. Wake up, go to work, come home, sleep. He was a landlord, and owned the apartment building he lived in. It was a modest thing; 6 stories plus a basement. Most of his days were spent maintaining the building and looking into whatever issues or inquiries his tenants had for him that day. If it wasn't that, then he was putting his handyman skills to use elsewhere. He never did want to be a handyman, or even a landlord; but it was stable, and became easier the more he fell into that routine. Wake up, go to work, come home, sleep.
A good chunk of his tenants were college students. It made sense; the building was near the campus. Tenants came and went. They blurred together. When the two college girls came to him, looking to rent an apartment they can share, he didn't bat an eye at first. Just the usual routine. And then he got a call from them; something about a leaking pipe. He got his tools together, and went to their apartment. They lived across the hall from him on the top floor; a quick jaunt over to their place. But it was the moment they opened the door that they became a little more than blurs; bodies mostly exposed. Private parts not at all hidden. They were nudists; or, well, they had a preference for being nude in the comfort of their own home. A first for Leonard, catching him off guard. Naturally, he was quick to check out the leaky pipe; a simple fix that he patched up easily, then he hastily got out of there, not wanting to ogle up tenants that were far younger than he was. But his mind kept returning to them. In the odd hours of the night, when he was alone and feeling the burden of sexual want, they came to the forefront of his mind. And then a few days later, another text, this time a clogged toilet…
About the plot:
This tale is a bit of a shorter one, but one I have a load of kinky ideas for. The meat of this one is the game your two main characters would be playing with Leonard; gathering quickly that he's a man who could use a little excitement, and taking it upon yourselves to offer that excitement to him. Why? Savior complex? A general need to get dicked down by an older, married man? Some kind of shared crush or obsession? I'd love to delve into any possible reason why the two female characters are ready and willing to get dicked down by their landlord, and of course, what happens after. And, of course, I'd love to explore Leonard's mindset/emotions as well; when his life of routine gets turned upside down and he finds himself not just lusting after these two college girls, but craving them. How long would it take? What would he feel? Power followed by shame? Remorse for cheating on his wife, or perhaps some sick form of satisfaction?
Leonard Gaspacio will be a man of routine. His life is the epitome of monotony; and he's not happy with it, even if he tells himself otherwise. He is a man who does need a change in his life; although, whether the change he gets is actually healthy or not is up for debate. That said, his background and career is actually modular. The landlord idea was what I landed on initially, but I'm happy to alter it if you want; maybe instead he's a white collar worker who happens to live across the hall from those two, or maybe even a farmer who let in two young women one day during a rainstorm. Whatever the case, he will be a man who has buried himself in his monotony, stifling any potential unhappiness with the comfort of his routine.
A good chunk of his tenants were college students. It made sense; the building was near the campus. Tenants came and went. They blurred together. When the two college girls came to him, looking to rent an apartment they can share, he didn't bat an eye at first. Just the usual routine. And then he got a call from them; something about a leaking pipe. He got his tools together, and went to their apartment. They lived across the hall from him on the top floor; a quick jaunt over to their place. But it was the moment they opened the door that they became a little more than blurs; bodies mostly exposed. Private parts not at all hidden. They were nudists; or, well, they had a preference for being nude in the comfort of their own home. A first for Leonard, catching him off guard. Naturally, he was quick to check out the leaky pipe; a simple fix that he patched up easily, then he hastily got out of there, not wanting to ogle up tenants that were far younger than he was. But his mind kept returning to them. In the odd hours of the night, when he was alone and feeling the burden of sexual want, they came to the forefront of his mind. And then a few days later, another text, this time a clogged toilet…
About the plot:
This tale is a bit of a shorter one, but one I have a load of kinky ideas for. The meat of this one is the game your two main characters would be playing with Leonard; gathering quickly that he's a man who could use a little excitement, and taking it upon yourselves to offer that excitement to him. Why? Savior complex? A general need to get dicked down by an older, married man? Some kind of shared crush or obsession? I'd love to delve into any possible reason why the two female characters are ready and willing to get dicked down by their landlord, and of course, what happens after. And, of course, I'd love to explore Leonard's mindset/emotions as well; when his life of routine gets turned upside down and he finds himself not just lusting after these two college girls, but craving them. How long would it take? What would he feel? Power followed by shame? Remorse for cheating on his wife, or perhaps some sick form of satisfaction?
Leonard Gaspacio will be a man of routine. His life is the epitome of monotony; and he's not happy with it, even if he tells himself otherwise. He is a man who does need a change in his life; although, whether the change he gets is actually healthy or not is up for debate. That said, his background and career is actually modular. The landlord idea was what I landed on initially, but I'm happy to alter it if you want; maybe instead he's a white collar worker who happens to live across the hall from those two, or maybe even a farmer who let in two young women one day during a rainstorm. Whatever the case, he will be a man who has buried himself in his monotony, stifling any potential unhappiness with the comfort of his routine.
A nearby abandoned military fort had been recently taken over by a crowd of bandits and thieves. They were a rowdy bunch; while they haven't taken any lives, they took great pleasure in beating upon locals, robbing isolated travelers and just generally being a nuisance to the nearby village. So, when you came by, the locals were more than eager to get your help in clearing these guys out.
You were an adventuring paladin; being an adventurer was new to you even still, but you've been doing so for the last few months. A young woman devoted to her faith and the noble cause of spreading good will and helping those in need in the name of your religion. You were yet to find an adventuring group; unfortunately, you had grown up in a portion of the country where adventuring groups were rare, so, you were trying to make your way to one of the big cities when you had stumbled upon this village in need.
The quest itself was rather simple, even for a novice like yourself; the bandits were scumbags and nuisances, but not particularly powerful or skilled with fighting. And although they had holed up in an old fort, the fort wasn't anything too special, perhaps why it had ended up abandoned in the first place. You dispelled the bandits quickly; unsurprisingly, when they realized you were much stronger than they were, they turned tail and ran. The fort now sat empty and your quest was completed…Or so it seemed. When a slow clapping erupted from a dark doorway and a final, much larger man emerged from the shadows, his eyes and admiring but condescending smirk befalling you, you were taken entirely by surprise. Unfortunately, the intel the villagers gave you was wrong; the bandits and thieves were petty criminals before, until this man gathered them and whipped them into a rough shape that was capable of bullying the peaceful and harmless locals. Now he stood over you, a looming fortress of a man who showed no care in the world that his gang proved to be cowards and left him to fight you by his lonesome.
Mistakenly, even with his size and seeming carelessness uneasing you, you decided to take him on. After all, if he was running with cowards and petty criminals, then surely he must still be within your power to face and overcome. You would awake a few hours after he had defeated you, within the walls of his fort, wrists bound, a fire roaring, and what looked to be the makings of a stew simmering in a cast iron pot above it. From the looks of it, his men never came back; which was good news for you, because you now found yourself entirely nude…
About the plot:
A pseudo bad ending plot. Or, a bad ending for you, the hero; but a great ending for you, the slut. That said, this tale focuses on your character ending up at the mercy of a mysterious man who intends to toy with her throughout the night on all levels; emotional, physical, and of course, sexual. I say “pseudo”, though, because the intention here is that despite the rough start, their dynamic blossoms into one that is playfully antagonistic and maybe even romantic!
The goal in my mind is to corrupt her enough to be willing to be his plaything, but also have her mature enough that while she may never get the upperhand per se, she will at least impress him with what she's able to handle.
This plot can be a good short story that takes place over the course of a single night, a starting basis for a long-term partnership; or we could make this more medium-sized, with the duo traveling from the fort and taking up a few jobs together or reaching whatever end goal we set for them.
You were an adventuring paladin; being an adventurer was new to you even still, but you've been doing so for the last few months. A young woman devoted to her faith and the noble cause of spreading good will and helping those in need in the name of your religion. You were yet to find an adventuring group; unfortunately, you had grown up in a portion of the country where adventuring groups were rare, so, you were trying to make your way to one of the big cities when you had stumbled upon this village in need.
The quest itself was rather simple, even for a novice like yourself; the bandits were scumbags and nuisances, but not particularly powerful or skilled with fighting. And although they had holed up in an old fort, the fort wasn't anything too special, perhaps why it had ended up abandoned in the first place. You dispelled the bandits quickly; unsurprisingly, when they realized you were much stronger than they were, they turned tail and ran. The fort now sat empty and your quest was completed…Or so it seemed. When a slow clapping erupted from a dark doorway and a final, much larger man emerged from the shadows, his eyes and admiring but condescending smirk befalling you, you were taken entirely by surprise. Unfortunately, the intel the villagers gave you was wrong; the bandits and thieves were petty criminals before, until this man gathered them and whipped them into a rough shape that was capable of bullying the peaceful and harmless locals. Now he stood over you, a looming fortress of a man who showed no care in the world that his gang proved to be cowards and left him to fight you by his lonesome.
Mistakenly, even with his size and seeming carelessness uneasing you, you decided to take him on. After all, if he was running with cowards and petty criminals, then surely he must still be within your power to face and overcome. You would awake a few hours after he had defeated you, within the walls of his fort, wrists bound, a fire roaring, and what looked to be the makings of a stew simmering in a cast iron pot above it. From the looks of it, his men never came back; which was good news for you, because you now found yourself entirely nude…
About the plot:
A pseudo bad ending plot. Or, a bad ending for you, the hero; but a great ending for you, the slut. That said, this tale focuses on your character ending up at the mercy of a mysterious man who intends to toy with her throughout the night on all levels; emotional, physical, and of course, sexual. I say “pseudo”, though, because the intention here is that despite the rough start, their dynamic blossoms into one that is playfully antagonistic and maybe even romantic!
The goal in my mind is to corrupt her enough to be willing to be his plaything, but also have her mature enough that while she may never get the upperhand per se, she will at least impress him with what she's able to handle.
This plot can be a good short story that takes place over the course of a single night, a starting basis for a long-term partnership; or we could make this more medium-sized, with the duo traveling from the fort and taking up a few jobs together or reaching whatever end goal we set for them.
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