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doesn't this make you feel some type of way?
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About Me
- erp writer since the dawn of covid
What I'm Looking For
- your own ideas!
- effort (especially in the first message)
- friendliness. let's not treat this site like an office job
- creative, dark, and steamy stories
craving pairings/themes
- college girl x best friend's dad
- (or any taboo relationship for that matter)
- corruption
- stockholm syndrome
- dark romance
- work husband/wife (office setting)
- limit pushing (pain/pleasure)
- erp writer since the dawn of covid
- ghost friendly
- mainly dom, sometimes switch, rarely a sub
- f-list
- m x f x m/f pairings
- avg ~500 words per reply
- i like smut...a lot
- 1 reply a day to 1 reply a week
- comfortable with lighthearted roleplays to intense, confusing (?), and dark
- i like ooc chatter <3
What I'm Looking For
- your own ideas!
- effort (especially in the first message)
- friendliness. let's not treat this site like an office job
- creative, dark, and steamy stories
craving pairings/themes
- college girl x best friend's dad
- (or any taboo relationship for that matter)
- corruption
- stockholm syndrome
- dark romance
- work husband/wife (office setting)
- limit pushing (pain/pleasure)
doesn't this make you feel some type of way?
It was the masochistic nature of the two that threw them back into the vicious cycle of toxicity. In fact, a part of Matt liked to argue with Vivienne, knowing that the two would almost always end up back at the start...slumped over his lap with her ass high in the air. Matt's orgasm triggered some devilish thoughts that the college girl would smear across her face. His seed was a vessel for her deepest desires, knowing that she'd do anything to make him cum once more. She always wore his nectar with pride, no matter how much she coughed and gagged from his length lodged in her throat.
Matt barked an order, and it was one that would be familiar. Vivienne was forced to drench her face with the orgasm from her own. The first of many.
That damn drawer, organized by material, vibrators, and restraints, gave Matt endless options to do what he wished. She was forever in his mercy, and any college boy wouldn't come close to how he made her feel, or even the lack thereof, to his strength. The uncomfortable amount of time she had to keep her position would make her knees slightly buckle and hips hinge slightly. An insert of a small vibrator would make way between her moonlit, glistening lips and cum-covered face.
The shakiness in her voice would teeter between that of pleasure, pain, and the need to obey. Matt's masculine hands would be planted firmly on one cheek, focusing the pain on a singular point. His other hand would be deep into Vivienne's roots that she worked so hard on before the date. Now, it was a tangled mess of juices and something that resembled bedhead.
He could tell with the way she squirmed and howled there would be no way she could get to the ten count before another raw orgasm would push the vibrator out of her broken-in walls.
"I. Fucking. Told. You. NO." Each word was met with an equally hard slap across her peach-shaped buns that slowly started to take the shade of a Fiji apple. Matt hissed through each syllable while Viv tried her best to squirm and anticipate the slap.
Tears would flow from her pussy, which dripped down her thighs and onto the silk beneath the two. If Matt could make his cock become hard again, the sexual exhaustion would only be a distant thought, as he still had plenty more to give...which meant the college girl would only be forced to take more.
Matt inserted the vibrator once again and gripped her hair to lift her head up. She couldn't hide those moans even if she wanted to.
"I knew you were a good girl." The slight bit of praise would ease Vivienne only for a second before a strike across her bottom would have her yell out number after number. The hum of the vibrator would overlap with the moans and cries that pooled out her puppy dog eyes and plump lips.
"Don't you fucking cum again." A small smirk would emerge on Matt's face, knowing that the physical toll of trying to hold in an orgasm would only result in an orgasm five times as intense. He purposefully stopped on the seventh slap to wait for her to squirt out the vibrator on her own.
Her cheeks were red hot and stung to the touch, but Matt's cock had been poking into her abs all this time. His twisted mind got off on disciplining the college girl, and he secretly knew that she enjoyed it, too.
"You just can't listen today, can you?" Matt pulled her hair to face him for the first time since he started counting. She had been dragged onto her knees and put in between his legs. Her mind must've been mush, and she could only see stars at this point. The professor would lift her head up before a hard smack across her face would send her back into Earth.
Like clockwork, she would part open her lips to be used as a fuck toy for only his pleasure.
"At least I taught you well enough for me to use your throat." Matt sighed, using her mouth as his own pleasure palace. She had disappointed him; the demeanor in his voice would be overshadowed by the way Vivienne would be forced to gag on his dick one final time for the night.
Matt would even plug her nose to continue to thrust into her gullet. The force on her hair would be too tight for her to pull away, if she even had the choice.
"Look. At. Me." Her submissive eyes would pool with tears, and her face would flush with the same shade of red that her cheeks had suffered from.
"You're lucky I didn't get the fucking belt." He gritted his teeth before pulling out his coated cock from her saliva.
The natural lubricant was more than enough for the older man's hand to aim and add to the dried-up cum. Matt's leg would slightly buckle; a second orgasm in such a short time was nothing impressive. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth like her life depended on catching his seed. Vivienne showed him how much she caught on her tongue, like it was brownie points to make up for the disappointing performance earlier.
"It's the least your worthless mouth could do." He slapped her hand out of the way as if she had any say to touch his glistening shaft that was now starting to come back to normal.
"Now go clean yourself up." Matt whispered, a subtle kiss on the top of her forehead would relinquish her whorish duties as the two would get back to their respective roles as lovers.
Matt barked an order, and it was one that would be familiar. Vivienne was forced to drench her face with the orgasm from her own. The first of many.
That damn drawer, organized by material, vibrators, and restraints, gave Matt endless options to do what he wished. She was forever in his mercy, and any college boy wouldn't come close to how he made her feel, or even the lack thereof, to his strength. The uncomfortable amount of time she had to keep her position would make her knees slightly buckle and hips hinge slightly. An insert of a small vibrator would make way between her moonlit, glistening lips and cum-covered face.
The shakiness in her voice would teeter between that of pleasure, pain, and the need to obey. Matt's masculine hands would be planted firmly on one cheek, focusing the pain on a singular point. His other hand would be deep into Vivienne's roots that she worked so hard on before the date. Now, it was a tangled mess of juices and something that resembled bedhead.
He could tell with the way she squirmed and howled there would be no way she could get to the ten count before another raw orgasm would push the vibrator out of her broken-in walls.
"I. Fucking. Told. You. NO." Each word was met with an equally hard slap across her peach-shaped buns that slowly started to take the shade of a Fiji apple. Matt hissed through each syllable while Viv tried her best to squirm and anticipate the slap.
Tears would flow from her pussy, which dripped down her thighs and onto the silk beneath the two. If Matt could make his cock become hard again, the sexual exhaustion would only be a distant thought, as he still had plenty more to give...which meant the college girl would only be forced to take more.
Matt inserted the vibrator once again and gripped her hair to lift her head up. She couldn't hide those moans even if she wanted to.
"I knew you were a good girl." The slight bit of praise would ease Vivienne only for a second before a strike across her bottom would have her yell out number after number. The hum of the vibrator would overlap with the moans and cries that pooled out her puppy dog eyes and plump lips.
"Don't you fucking cum again." A small smirk would emerge on Matt's face, knowing that the physical toll of trying to hold in an orgasm would only result in an orgasm five times as intense. He purposefully stopped on the seventh slap to wait for her to squirt out the vibrator on her own.
Her cheeks were red hot and stung to the touch, but Matt's cock had been poking into her abs all this time. His twisted mind got off on disciplining the college girl, and he secretly knew that she enjoyed it, too.
"You just can't listen today, can you?" Matt pulled her hair to face him for the first time since he started counting. She had been dragged onto her knees and put in between his legs. Her mind must've been mush, and she could only see stars at this point. The professor would lift her head up before a hard smack across her face would send her back into Earth.
Like clockwork, she would part open her lips to be used as a fuck toy for only his pleasure.
"At least I taught you well enough for me to use your throat." Matt sighed, using her mouth as his own pleasure palace. She had disappointed him; the demeanor in his voice would be overshadowed by the way Vivienne would be forced to gag on his dick one final time for the night.
Matt would even plug her nose to continue to thrust into her gullet. The force on her hair would be too tight for her to pull away, if she even had the choice.
"Look. At. Me." Her submissive eyes would pool with tears, and her face would flush with the same shade of red that her cheeks had suffered from.
"You're lucky I didn't get the fucking belt." He gritted his teeth before pulling out his coated cock from her saliva.
The natural lubricant was more than enough for the older man's hand to aim and add to the dried-up cum. Matt's leg would slightly buckle; a second orgasm in such a short time was nothing impressive. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth like her life depended on catching his seed. Vivienne showed him how much she caught on her tongue, like it was brownie points to make up for the disappointing performance earlier.
"It's the least your worthless mouth could do." He slapped her hand out of the way as if she had any say to touch his glistening shaft that was now starting to come back to normal.
"Now go clean yourself up." Matt whispered, a subtle kiss on the top of her forehead would relinquish her whorish duties as the two would get back to their respective roles as lovers.
Ryan awoke in a pool of his own sweat and a spinning blank ceiling that could only be described as a rough hangover. He was a novice when it came to travel, let alone anywhere that required a passport. His toes curled under the white fluffy sheets and while a voice in his head would tell himself to keep his eyes shut. It was a sensation similar to sleep paralysis, minus the demon in the corner. He wiggled his toes and his body finally slumped deeper into the memory foam mattress.
His temporary bedroom overlooked the coast of Southern France where soft ocean waves would greet his presence as much as the moonlit sky would. He could spend hours counting the stars, though he would struggle giving each of them a wish. The entire villa felt frozen in time. Not from just the mid 2010's decor, but the rest of the house as well. Soft, deep snores could be heard from one bedroom over even when the time that read on his phone barely crept past the new day.
It didn't take long for the art filled man to step up onto his feet. His nighttime clothes had been scattered across the floor, a loose black tank top and wide grey sweatpants were ample enough to at least head to the fridge for a glass of water before returning to his small sanctuary. Though the family didn't know much about Ryan, he knew about the family; Lily especially.
He considered it as some sort of guilty pleasure. She was a niche online personality in a huge sea of thirsty men ready to throw a quick buck her way. The compilations made about her and creepy twitter profiles that only posted pictures of "caught on camera" moments. Ryan could try to convince himself that he only watched her for her 'entertainment value' but he was just as attracted to her as any other person would be.
What fate it would have that he just happened to be sleeping in the same villa as her?
The door would creak, only for a second before he carefully closed the door behind him. His eyes were still heavy and the sweat that went through his hair would begin to slightly cool his temperature with how cold it had been set inside. There were more than plenty of windows to peer to the outside to, though his main focus should've been to go back to bed.
Something in his gut made him think that he wasn't the only one awake. A small, unnatural light had been peeking on the other side of the villa, but bright enough to be seen from his point of view. And so...he waited until that figure stepped out. He lurked in the shadows before the brunette stepped out into the living room with something far more revealing than anything she'd showed on stream before.
"Oh. Hi...I hope I didn't scare you." Lily had tense shoulders while Ryan did his best to diffuse the bit of tension between them. It felt to him seeing someone like Lily not behind a computer screen and even weirder that the two would be talking one on one. The last thing he wanted to do was to blow his cover.
She's just your friends little sister...Not (insert username here).
"I'm Ryan. I uh...Don't think we've actually met properly." His voice went groggy before clearing his throat. His body would begin to move towards one of the cabinets past the refrigerator. He took his eyes off Lily for a brief moment to reach his arms up to grab two cups, out of respect. Lily would be able to see the plethora of ink that took a living on his skin ranging from quotes to niche video game references.
He turned around to extend the plastic cup on the kitchen counter to the girl who seemed to be barely covered, as evident by the small pearl that poked through her sleeping top. Ryan did his best to ignore and only focused on her face instead. Soft blue eyes that seemed to communicate better than her words could.
"So...sorry if I startled you. I didn't think anyone was awake." Ryan whispered, almost trying to mimic the volume of which Lily spoke at.
"Since both of our sleeping schedules are fucked...Do you wanna keep each other company for a bit?" He bit his lip like it had some sort sexual undertones when he really meant was a way to pass some time until everyone else awoke from their jet lagged dreams.
His temporary bedroom overlooked the coast of Southern France where soft ocean waves would greet his presence as much as the moonlit sky would. He could spend hours counting the stars, though he would struggle giving each of them a wish. The entire villa felt frozen in time. Not from just the mid 2010's decor, but the rest of the house as well. Soft, deep snores could be heard from one bedroom over even when the time that read on his phone barely crept past the new day.
It didn't take long for the art filled man to step up onto his feet. His nighttime clothes had been scattered across the floor, a loose black tank top and wide grey sweatpants were ample enough to at least head to the fridge for a glass of water before returning to his small sanctuary. Though the family didn't know much about Ryan, he knew about the family; Lily especially.
He considered it as some sort of guilty pleasure. She was a niche online personality in a huge sea of thirsty men ready to throw a quick buck her way. The compilations made about her and creepy twitter profiles that only posted pictures of "caught on camera" moments. Ryan could try to convince himself that he only watched her for her 'entertainment value' but he was just as attracted to her as any other person would be.
What fate it would have that he just happened to be sleeping in the same villa as her?
The door would creak, only for a second before he carefully closed the door behind him. His eyes were still heavy and the sweat that went through his hair would begin to slightly cool his temperature with how cold it had been set inside. There were more than plenty of windows to peer to the outside to, though his main focus should've been to go back to bed.
Something in his gut made him think that he wasn't the only one awake. A small, unnatural light had been peeking on the other side of the villa, but bright enough to be seen from his point of view. And so...he waited until that figure stepped out. He lurked in the shadows before the brunette stepped out into the living room with something far more revealing than anything she'd showed on stream before.
"Oh. Hi...I hope I didn't scare you." Lily had tense shoulders while Ryan did his best to diffuse the bit of tension between them. It felt to him seeing someone like Lily not behind a computer screen and even weirder that the two would be talking one on one. The last thing he wanted to do was to blow his cover.
She's just your friends little sister...Not (insert username here).
"I'm Ryan. I uh...Don't think we've actually met properly." His voice went groggy before clearing his throat. His body would begin to move towards one of the cabinets past the refrigerator. He took his eyes off Lily for a brief moment to reach his arms up to grab two cups, out of respect. Lily would be able to see the plethora of ink that took a living on his skin ranging from quotes to niche video game references.
He turned around to extend the plastic cup on the kitchen counter to the girl who seemed to be barely covered, as evident by the small pearl that poked through her sleeping top. Ryan did his best to ignore and only focused on her face instead. Soft blue eyes that seemed to communicate better than her words could.
"So...sorry if I startled you. I didn't think anyone was awake." Ryan whispered, almost trying to mimic the volume of which Lily spoke at.
"Since both of our sleeping schedules are fucked...Do you wanna keep each other company for a bit?" He bit his lip like it had some sort sexual undertones when he really meant was a way to pass some time until everyone else awoke from their jet lagged dreams.
this is what you really came for...isn't it?
messy word bank
dominance/sub, toxicity, possessiveness, collar and leash, age gaps, slice of life, anal (plugs, training), obsession, ddlg (NO AGEPLAY, JUST TITLES), dark romance, biting, spanking, markings, body worship, smell, touch, innocent to corrupt, ruined makeup, hands around throat, dirty talking, clothing play, public/heavy risk, cum play (creampies, facials, swallowing), kissing, video recording, whimpering, scratching, height difference, aftercare, lingerie, overstimulation, rough sex, nipple play, hair pulling, slapping (face, tits, ass), jealousy, second chances, tingling sensations, tattoos, piercings, orgasm control/denial, rope, thighs, feet, oral fixations, nicknames
plot bunny #1: the gommage
Now playing: Alicia | Lorien Testard
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In a world where death is certain, how will two expeditioners spend their last year on earth before they vanish? Would their feelings of dread and angst finally rekindle the love that was once lost? (What if the two just happened to be girl x best friend's dad...? <3)
plot bunny #2: social media summer
Now playing: Do I Wanna Know? | Arctic Monkeys
โป โ || โท โบ
How will two obsessive (horny posting) content creators finally meet up to put their money where their mouths are when one of them finally books a flight?
(I'm thinking this plot will be heavily based on inspo photos from pinterest/tumblr. you know the ones...don't lie to me </3) bonus points if they're from different countries. think, language barriers?
plot bunny #3: anything for an A
Now playing: Cola | Lana Del Rey
โป โ || โท โบ
How can we turn a porn logic idea into something more tasteful...and even dark? public play? blackmail? you let me know.
dominance/sub, toxicity, possessiveness, collar and leash, age gaps, slice of life, anal (plugs, training), obsession, ddlg (NO AGEPLAY, JUST TITLES), dark romance, biting, spanking, markings, body worship, smell, touch, innocent to corrupt, ruined makeup, hands around throat, dirty talking, clothing play, public/heavy risk, cum play (creampies, facials, swallowing), kissing, video recording, whimpering, scratching, height difference, aftercare, lingerie, overstimulation, rough sex, nipple play, hair pulling, slapping (face, tits, ass), jealousy, second chances, tingling sensations, tattoos, piercings, orgasm control/denial, rope, thighs, feet, oral fixations, nicknames
plot bunny #1: the gommage
Now playing: Alicia | Lorien Testard
โป โ || โท โบ
In a world where death is certain, how will two expeditioners spend their last year on earth before they vanish? Would their feelings of dread and angst finally rekindle the love that was once lost? (What if the two just happened to be girl x best friend's dad...? <3)
plot bunny #2: social media summer
Now playing: Do I Wanna Know? | Arctic Monkeys
โป โ || โท โบ
How will two obsessive (horny posting) content creators finally meet up to put their money where their mouths are when one of them finally books a flight?
(I'm thinking this plot will be heavily based on inspo photos from pinterest/tumblr. you know the ones...don't lie to me </3) bonus points if they're from different countries. think, language barriers?
plot bunny #3: anything for an A
Now playing: Cola | Lana Del Rey
โป โ || โท โบ
How can we turn a porn logic idea into something more tasteful...and even dark? public play? blackmail? you let me know.
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