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You can call me ShowMe. I am a female in real life who plays female characters and is looking for a male character, I don't care what you are in real life. Just play a male realistically and I am happy. I am extremely picky about who I write with. I might not respond to your message. That being said I love to plot. I have been roleplaying for almost ten years now. I was a very imaginative child, so it makes sense that I am an imaginative adult. I like roleplaying for the story aspect of it. I will write smut but I don't use my stories to 'get off' as other people on this website do. I use it as a creative outlet. It is not my life. I do it because I enjoy it and it helps my mind get off of work and onto something I enjoy. I love reading which goes hand in hand with writing.
What I like...
IN CHARACTERS
I prefer story over smut. I will write sex scenes. I will not write round after round of sex. I hate it when a sex scene is forced where it makes no sense.
PLOT
If the story keeps moving we should have no reason to get bored. If we get stuck on one scene for too long and we get bored we can push the story forward.
KINKS
There is a young woman from a noble family, who is happily married to a man of an equally noble family. She is given a spot as lady-in-waiting to the Queen and quickly becomes the favorite of the aging woman. The king is known to look around for her women to fill his bed but never glanced in the young woman's way before because she was unknown to court. Her father and uncle, being the ambitious men that they were, carefully planned to put her in the King's eyesight to get his attention and keep it. Hoping to give the king, not just a bastard but a bastard son, that would elevate their family status and make them a powerful force that none would dare to challenge.
Our story revolves around the relationship between the King and the young woman. From the moment she innocently captures his attention to the moment they first go to bed together all the way to the moment she gets her head chopped off treason, or becomes queen of the country, or until his attention fades and he finds someone else.
I would prefer it if the kIng was smart and not willing to bend to her will because she bats her lashes. She won't be easy to bed, so no this is not a smutty story. Don't expect sex right away. I would like to follow a general plot. Meaning some planning ahead, but I am willing to just play by post.
Ah, and by a young woman I mean 18-20, more naive than innocent. She's married and has needed her husband, but he will be cast aside for the sake of the King.
SAMPLES
Constantine Family Saga
To put it simply this story was originally about an arranged marriage between a prince and princess with a wide range of characters to help the story move along. That couple started as a Prince and Princess then fought to have the Empire they still rule. We are now on Generation 2 and with this generation, we have Hypathia, who is married to Arvedui, who has dreams of sitting on the throne and being Empress. She is breaking barriers in the patriarchy. The problem is she has a brother who is the Heir to the throne. She has a lover and a half. Silvia who she loves dearly and her husband knows about and Tychon who her husband does not know about and will kill her if he found out.
This my last reply to that roleplay:
Welcome to New America
A general has overthrown the American government with his ability to persuade people not doing his will. He is not exceptionally powerful himself, but his "Power" is his presence. This, combined with a natural gift for strategy and tactics has made him a military force to be reckoned with. My character has become a prisoner of his personal camp, but somehow you made it to the highest prison pens of his camp. Before any of his soldiers can "Claim" MC as a prize, he takes notice of her and brings her to his tent, where he treats her with civility and respect. He provides her a contract and a writing utensil, then a choice. Sign the contract to become his magically bound soulmate, or die. She ended up having a secret power of her own.
This is my opening to that story:
What I like...
IN CHARACTERS
- I like strong and stable characters with backstories and intrigue.
- Motivation, purpose, flaws.
- A reason to love them or hate their guts.
- Secondary characters to interact with
- Thoughts, feelings, and actions
- Quality and quantity.
- -Quality: I am not asking for perfection. I am asking for basic grammar. "I"s capitalized, commas, periods, quotes. Run it through Grammarly, it won't catch everything but it will get the basics.
- -Quantity: I like long posts. 4+ paragraphs( 4+ sentences in those paragraphs).
I prefer story over smut. I will write sex scenes. I will not write round after round of sex. I hate it when a sex scene is forced where it makes no sense.
PLOT
If the story keeps moving we should have no reason to get bored. If we get stuck on one scene for too long and we get bored we can push the story forward.
KINKS
- Romance
- Being Teased/Teasing
- Slight D/s undertones
- Good plot to a story
- Check my F-LIST for the rest
- Children (anything under 18 in sexual situations will result in an instant block)
- Animals (including Anthros and Furries)
- Anime
- Necrophilia
- Incest
- Feet (licking, touching, sucking, fucking)
- Messengers
- Playing your favorite celebrity or real-life best friend/neighbor/sister/etc.
- Everyday scenes (boss/worker, Teacher/student)
There is a young woman from a noble family, who is happily married to a man of an equally noble family. She is given a spot as lady-in-waiting to the Queen and quickly becomes the favorite of the aging woman. The king is known to look around for her women to fill his bed but never glanced in the young woman's way before because she was unknown to court. Her father and uncle, being the ambitious men that they were, carefully planned to put her in the King's eyesight to get his attention and keep it. Hoping to give the king, not just a bastard but a bastard son, that would elevate their family status and make them a powerful force that none would dare to challenge.
Our story revolves around the relationship between the King and the young woman. From the moment she innocently captures his attention to the moment they first go to bed together all the way to the moment she gets her head chopped off treason, or becomes queen of the country, or until his attention fades and he finds someone else.
I would prefer it if the kIng was smart and not willing to bend to her will because she bats her lashes. She won't be easy to bed, so no this is not a smutty story. Don't expect sex right away. I would like to follow a general plot. Meaning some planning ahead, but I am willing to just play by post.
Ah, and by a young woman I mean 18-20, more naive than innocent. She's married and has needed her husband, but he will be cast aside for the sake of the King.
SAMPLES
Constantine Family Saga
To put it simply this story was originally about an arranged marriage between a prince and princess with a wide range of characters to help the story move along. That couple started as a Prince and Princess then fought to have the Empire they still rule. We are now on Generation 2 and with this generation, we have Hypathia, who is married to Arvedui, who has dreams of sitting on the throne and being Empress. She is breaking barriers in the patriarchy. The problem is she has a brother who is the Heir to the throne. She has a lover and a half. Silvia who she loves dearly and her husband knows about and Tychon who her husband does not know about and will kill her if he found out.
This my last reply to that roleplay:
Hypathia spent plenty of time outside with her children. Shad a blanket laid out so they could sit in the sand and enjoy the warm weather. Vahl played in the water to his heart's content with Nikoletta. Hypathia got her feet and played with him in the water. They splashed each other playfully but she didn't get submerged as he did. Someone was always in the water with him so he didn't get caught up in the waves. He wasn't a strong swimmer yet but he was learning.
They ate by the water and took the babies out except for Divarra and Paulus because Paulus was too young to get his feet dipped in the water or understand what was happening. Since it was just the women they were able to roll their dresses up and show off their calves. Divarra could feed Paulus whenever he wanted. It was a nice day for the women. They did get a lot of sun though. Hypathia did have umbrella borough out to block the sun when it got to be too much.
Dinner was a peaceful affair, especially without Tychon. Dario and his rowdy group of friends had their moments but for the most part, everyone was peacefully enjoying themselves. As the number of people in the dining room started to dwindle down to her core group Hypathia felt more and more comfortable. She loved the women she was surrounded by. They didn't get to be with each other often but when they did they always had a good time.
They played card games, gossiped about some of the guests in attendance, and even spoke about their husbands in flattering and unflattering ways. It wasn't just the young girls that liked to whisper about sex. The young women did as well, they just traded tips from experience and not from what they heard by some other random girl.
The conversation stopped when the male guest joined them. They played their card game and spoke in code so they could finish their conversation.
Hypathia gave Silvia a look that meant she was fine with staying. Tychon would get bored and find another place to go eventually. It was annoying being ignored, yet again. She knew he only did it because it annoyed her but it was hard not to be annoyed every time he did it. She picked up her wine glass and took a long sip.
"I did." She confirmed to getting sun. "I think we all did." She looked at her arms and compared it to how tan Sivlia's were.
Hypathia looked at the clock and then looked at Tychon, "No one…I thought you knew. If you didn't tell Arvedui you wanted to continue in the tournament then you forfeit your position. Not to worry, Arvedui didn't want to participate anyway. I believe Lampadio Draco and Pellio Bitucus are going against each other. We have an even number and everyone is happy." She told him after looking at the board. "The deadline was well before midnight and we all know how punctual Arvedui is." She shrugged her shoulder and shook her head. "There are other tournaments though, you will get your chance one day." She smiled at him. There were other tournaments but they wouldn't be Hypathia's tournament.
"One more round ladies or are we tired of playing for strawberries and grapes?" She joked. Instead of money, they played with what they had on hand which was an abundance of fruit. "I think I made out well." She said picking up a strawberry and taking a bite.
"Who do you think will win now that Arvedui is out? I was worried he would dominate and ruin the fun. He takes these things much too seriously, in my opinion. I have to remain a neutral party, but I would put my money on Tiberius or Pellico or Marcus." She laughed.
They ate by the water and took the babies out except for Divarra and Paulus because Paulus was too young to get his feet dipped in the water or understand what was happening. Since it was just the women they were able to roll their dresses up and show off their calves. Divarra could feed Paulus whenever he wanted. It was a nice day for the women. They did get a lot of sun though. Hypathia did have umbrella borough out to block the sun when it got to be too much.
Dinner was a peaceful affair, especially without Tychon. Dario and his rowdy group of friends had their moments but for the most part, everyone was peacefully enjoying themselves. As the number of people in the dining room started to dwindle down to her core group Hypathia felt more and more comfortable. She loved the women she was surrounded by. They didn't get to be with each other often but when they did they always had a good time.
They played card games, gossiped about some of the guests in attendance, and even spoke about their husbands in flattering and unflattering ways. It wasn't just the young girls that liked to whisper about sex. The young women did as well, they just traded tips from experience and not from what they heard by some other random girl.
The conversation stopped when the male guest joined them. They played their card game and spoke in code so they could finish their conversation.
Hypathia gave Silvia a look that meant she was fine with staying. Tychon would get bored and find another place to go eventually. It was annoying being ignored, yet again. She knew he only did it because it annoyed her but it was hard not to be annoyed every time he did it. She picked up her wine glass and took a long sip.
"I did." She confirmed to getting sun. "I think we all did." She looked at her arms and compared it to how tan Sivlia's were.
Hypathia looked at the clock and then looked at Tychon, "No one…I thought you knew. If you didn't tell Arvedui you wanted to continue in the tournament then you forfeit your position. Not to worry, Arvedui didn't want to participate anyway. I believe Lampadio Draco and Pellio Bitucus are going against each other. We have an even number and everyone is happy." She told him after looking at the board. "The deadline was well before midnight and we all know how punctual Arvedui is." She shrugged her shoulder and shook her head. "There are other tournaments though, you will get your chance one day." She smiled at him. There were other tournaments but they wouldn't be Hypathia's tournament.
"One more round ladies or are we tired of playing for strawberries and grapes?" She joked. Instead of money, they played with what they had on hand which was an abundance of fruit. "I think I made out well." She said picking up a strawberry and taking a bite.
"Who do you think will win now that Arvedui is out? I was worried he would dominate and ruin the fun. He takes these things much too seriously, in my opinion. I have to remain a neutral party, but I would put my money on Tiberius or Pellico or Marcus." She laughed.
Welcome to New America
A general has overthrown the American government with his ability to persuade people not doing his will. He is not exceptionally powerful himself, but his "Power" is his presence. This, combined with a natural gift for strategy and tactics has made him a military force to be reckoned with. My character has become a prisoner of his personal camp, but somehow you made it to the highest prison pens of his camp. Before any of his soldiers can "Claim" MC as a prize, he takes notice of her and brings her to his tent, where he treats her with civility and respect. He provides her a contract and a writing utensil, then a choice. Sign the contract to become his magically bound soulmate, or die. She ended up having a secret power of her own.
This is my opening to that story:
There were many different reasons for why the war started, but everyone agreed it began in America.
A civil war created tension and out of that tension came a new leader. A man who sought to unify not only America but Canada and Mexico as well. Without really knowing why people looked up to him. Maybe because out of the chaos he was the one thing bringing everyone together. He would meet with groups of people, and suddenly they just believed in him. Mexico was easy to overtake. It was a poor country that needed strong leadership. Why not become a part of New America and have all the rights they were once dying to have. It seemed natural for them to make that choice. They would have the rights of an American citizen; all they had to do was sign their independence away.
Canada wasn't as easy. They had healthcare. They had free and equal education. Their people were treated far better than ever. Why would they join New America? To become a global superpower? Who wanted that? All three countries together would have the largest military in the world. They could come together and have unlimited funds for whatever project they could think of. Space travel, deep ocean exploration. You name it, and it could be done. But only if they worked together.
Building a better future, together. That was the tagline. The phrase that was supposed to mind wash an entire country. It partially worked. There were some people who gave into the idea. Anyone who thought otherwise was punished.
That was how Asa ended up in New America.
Her people were living in the mountains where they thought no one would find them. It was a quiet village; they didn't bother anyone. They didn't have cellphones, radios, TVs. They just had themselves. They were going back to their nomadic roots and being one with nature. They didn't have access to the outside world because they didn't want it. There was nothing but drama out there. In their community, there was only peace and brotherhood.
When the caravan came, they refused to go with them. They didn't have valid documentation showing they were New American citizens. They were supposed to be arrested and taken to the nearest outpost for citizenship or death. They were peaceful people. They were given an hour to pack a small town. It was an impossible task. They had animals to care for. They had crops to tend. They didn't understand what was going on.
Their elder was the first to speak up. He was speaking rationally but denying everything the soldier told him to do. He was hit in the face with the butt of a gun. Then people started yelling. There was so much noise, and then there were pops. She could remember hearing pops and then nothing. After that, everyone left and silently did as they were told. They were dropped off at camps all over the place as the soldiers took them back. Asa didn't realize then, but they were being sold. Most of the survivors were women. When they were picked off the truck, they were going to groups of men. Every time the cargo doors opened, she was frightened she would be pulled off next.
There was only two of them left, Asa and Jamella. They sat together hunkered in the corner of the truck. It felt like days since the doors last opened. They wondered which one would be next. When the door did finally open it was night time, and they were both plucked out of the back of the truck. The soldier had to half drag, and half carry them through a tall building. The girls were separated and screamed to be together, but the men were much stronger than they were. That could be the last time they saw each other.
While Jamella was taken down one hall, Asa was taken towards the canteen. She was paraded around like some door prize to be won. She was catcalled and whistled at, groped endlessly. If she was still hanging on to humanity before she had lost it by the time they were done showing her off.
Asa was pushed into a dark cell with nothing, but a bed bolted to the wall. It has a basic pillow and blanket. It wasn't designed to be comfortable. A metal slab with no padding. She could either use the blanket for warmth or sleep on it. There was a hole in the floor corner for the bathroom, and a rusted shower head coming out of a pipe. A drain in the middle of the floor would suck the water down. She didn't have a towel to dry off. When she asked for one, she was told to use her blanket or her clothes. In her case, her clothes were a self-made tunic dress with a hemp rope clutching it around her slender waist. She wasn't going to walk around naked and let them ogle her.
She had no idea why she was here, and no one else she knew was. She wanted to ask but the more questions she asked, the less food she received. She was already down to a measly piece of stale bread. She couldn't lose that. When it didn't seem like she was going to take a shower of her own, one of the soldiers grabbed her wrist and tugged her under the shower head. She did her best to fight but was stunned by how cold the water was when it sprayed down her chest.
"Wash. Well." Was the only command she received and he raised his gun as if he would hit her. When she jumped back, he laughed and leaned against the cell bars laughing.
She had no choice. She was soaked now. She stripped off the wet rag that once covered her body and scrubbed the dirt stains off her arms and legs. She used a clean corner of her dress to wipe her face off and quickly dunked her head under the water to get her hair wet. The water cut off by itself, and she stood there dripping wet. Her dress was wet, so if she wanted to dry off, she had to use her blanket now.
She took the three short steps to her blanket and opened it up to dry off with. As she did a small group of three men came to look at the new product.
"What's this?" A blonde asked and stocked his hand in the cage making kissing noises at her. "Where did you find that?"
The tall one that pulled her under the water laughed, "A bunch of fucking hippies man. Only a few worth keeping. Of course, we kept the best for last." He smiled.
"Take the blanket. I want to see.." Another blonde said biting his bottom lip. "Do you want to be my pet? Will you be a good girl if I take you home?"
Asa ignored them and wrapped the blanket around her body. She used her belt from before to keep the blanket closed. Wet or not, it was the only protection she had. Her wide pale blue eyes begged them not to take it away from her.
"You're going to have to wait and see." Her main tormenter commented, not out of the graciousness of his heart but because she was soon going up for auction. "Won't be long now but trust me; she is going to be worth any price." He chuckled and clapped his friend on the back.
Asa sat on the metal bed and stared at the wall in front of her. Her tormenter made lewd descriptions of her body; how the curve of her ass made her dress much shorter in the back. She was practically begging to be fucked every time she moved. The way her breasts filled out her gown before he ripped it off — the things he would do to her mouth if he won her. The conversation felt like it went on forever and Asa heard every syllable.
A civil war created tension and out of that tension came a new leader. A man who sought to unify not only America but Canada and Mexico as well. Without really knowing why people looked up to him. Maybe because out of the chaos he was the one thing bringing everyone together. He would meet with groups of people, and suddenly they just believed in him. Mexico was easy to overtake. It was a poor country that needed strong leadership. Why not become a part of New America and have all the rights they were once dying to have. It seemed natural for them to make that choice. They would have the rights of an American citizen; all they had to do was sign their independence away.
Canada wasn't as easy. They had healthcare. They had free and equal education. Their people were treated far better than ever. Why would they join New America? To become a global superpower? Who wanted that? All three countries together would have the largest military in the world. They could come together and have unlimited funds for whatever project they could think of. Space travel, deep ocean exploration. You name it, and it could be done. But only if they worked together.
Building a better future, together. That was the tagline. The phrase that was supposed to mind wash an entire country. It partially worked. There were some people who gave into the idea. Anyone who thought otherwise was punished.
That was how Asa ended up in New America.
Her people were living in the mountains where they thought no one would find them. It was a quiet village; they didn't bother anyone. They didn't have cellphones, radios, TVs. They just had themselves. They were going back to their nomadic roots and being one with nature. They didn't have access to the outside world because they didn't want it. There was nothing but drama out there. In their community, there was only peace and brotherhood.
When the caravan came, they refused to go with them. They didn't have valid documentation showing they were New American citizens. They were supposed to be arrested and taken to the nearest outpost for citizenship or death. They were peaceful people. They were given an hour to pack a small town. It was an impossible task. They had animals to care for. They had crops to tend. They didn't understand what was going on.
Their elder was the first to speak up. He was speaking rationally but denying everything the soldier told him to do. He was hit in the face with the butt of a gun. Then people started yelling. There was so much noise, and then there were pops. She could remember hearing pops and then nothing. After that, everyone left and silently did as they were told. They were dropped off at camps all over the place as the soldiers took them back. Asa didn't realize then, but they were being sold. Most of the survivors were women. When they were picked off the truck, they were going to groups of men. Every time the cargo doors opened, she was frightened she would be pulled off next.
There was only two of them left, Asa and Jamella. They sat together hunkered in the corner of the truck. It felt like days since the doors last opened. They wondered which one would be next. When the door did finally open it was night time, and they were both plucked out of the back of the truck. The soldier had to half drag, and half carry them through a tall building. The girls were separated and screamed to be together, but the men were much stronger than they were. That could be the last time they saw each other.
While Jamella was taken down one hall, Asa was taken towards the canteen. She was paraded around like some door prize to be won. She was catcalled and whistled at, groped endlessly. If she was still hanging on to humanity before she had lost it by the time they were done showing her off.
Asa was pushed into a dark cell with nothing, but a bed bolted to the wall. It has a basic pillow and blanket. It wasn't designed to be comfortable. A metal slab with no padding. She could either use the blanket for warmth or sleep on it. There was a hole in the floor corner for the bathroom, and a rusted shower head coming out of a pipe. A drain in the middle of the floor would suck the water down. She didn't have a towel to dry off. When she asked for one, she was told to use her blanket or her clothes. In her case, her clothes were a self-made tunic dress with a hemp rope clutching it around her slender waist. She wasn't going to walk around naked and let them ogle her.
She had no idea why she was here, and no one else she knew was. She wanted to ask but the more questions she asked, the less food she received. She was already down to a measly piece of stale bread. She couldn't lose that. When it didn't seem like she was going to take a shower of her own, one of the soldiers grabbed her wrist and tugged her under the shower head. She did her best to fight but was stunned by how cold the water was when it sprayed down her chest.
"Wash. Well." Was the only command she received and he raised his gun as if he would hit her. When she jumped back, he laughed and leaned against the cell bars laughing.
She had no choice. She was soaked now. She stripped off the wet rag that once covered her body and scrubbed the dirt stains off her arms and legs. She used a clean corner of her dress to wipe her face off and quickly dunked her head under the water to get her hair wet. The water cut off by itself, and she stood there dripping wet. Her dress was wet, so if she wanted to dry off, she had to use her blanket now.
She took the three short steps to her blanket and opened it up to dry off with. As she did a small group of three men came to look at the new product.
"What's this?" A blonde asked and stocked his hand in the cage making kissing noises at her. "Where did you find that?"
The tall one that pulled her under the water laughed, "A bunch of fucking hippies man. Only a few worth keeping. Of course, we kept the best for last." He smiled.
"Take the blanket. I want to see.." Another blonde said biting his bottom lip. "Do you want to be my pet? Will you be a good girl if I take you home?"
Asa ignored them and wrapped the blanket around her body. She used her belt from before to keep the blanket closed. Wet or not, it was the only protection she had. Her wide pale blue eyes begged them not to take it away from her.
"You're going to have to wait and see." Her main tormenter commented, not out of the graciousness of his heart but because she was soon going up for auction. "Won't be long now but trust me; she is going to be worth any price." He chuckled and clapped his friend on the back.
Asa sat on the metal bed and stared at the wall in front of her. Her tormenter made lewd descriptions of her body; how the curve of her ass made her dress much shorter in the back. She was practically begging to be fucked every time she moved. The way her breasts filled out her gown before he ripped it off — the things he would do to her mouth if he won her. The conversation felt like it went on forever and Asa heard every syllable.
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