I am looking for a male or female to make all my fantasies come true. While i like wondering through this site, i have found i am odd enough that it would be more efficient to have people come to me. So without further delay....
About me: I work two jobs so my schedule fluctuates wildly on when i can and can't be online, but it is extremely rare for me to not get everyone at least one post a day.
As you have likely seen, my grammar is not the greatest. This is partially due to the fact that 98% of the time i am on a cell phone, but the rest I blame on the fact that i am a logical thinker and English is far from logical.
I can usually average one good paragraph (4-6 sentences) usually longer on an introduction, naturally. As previously stated, I am mostly on a cellphone and working so writing short stories per post isn't very practical for me. One liners, however, will bore me quickly.
I am looking for something with a lot of mature, but not simply porn. It has to have a story with it so that it will not stagnate, cause no one likes stagnant sex.
You have to be open minded and honest with me. I like bad nasty things that most people are not in to, so don't tell me "oh I am up for anything," because I have heard that from a lot of people that won't talk to me anymore.
I have two main concepts for my characters,
1)beautiful and innocent, which is meant to be submissive, and ideal for my dirtiest desires like force, humiliation and the like.
2) a romantic, made for games on a level playing field with the potential for action as well as passion. Do not, however, put yourself under the impression my romantic don't have their kinks.
I know this may be asking too much and pushing my luck, but I am also looking for someone willing to play multiple characters (or creatures). Not necessarily throughout the game, but at least for a little bit, especially for my innocent.
Though I do not have many, I should list them as it is a deal breaker for many.
1) I am not into pain, giving or receiving.
2) I do not make a good dom.
3) I do not do death play. This came up recently and I thought I should make it clear. Death is work, not pleasure. Sorry.
Check with me if you want to know if I am into something. Don't be shy, I will not think less of you.
Plots I have thought up or have played and enjoyed already.
What a day it had been. She had spent the morning moving into her new apartment, the afternoon driving around town to find out what was there, then the evening jogging through the park. The park was amazing. Several hundred acres of forest with dirt paths cut into it, and best of all, it was right across the street from her apartment. She was dressed in short black biker shorts and a loose fitting white tank top, letting the cool spring day blow over her as she ran. After an hour, she came to a small hill that overlooked the tree tops and had a bench for resting, which is exactly what she needed. She pulled her long blonde hair back in a ponytail and sat, letting her crystal blue eyes scan the forest. Vivian was a country girl in a modern era. She didn’t have a farm or anything, her parents just lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Because of this, however, she was tough, knew how to survive outdoors, and was not afraid of animals. She also wasn’t stupid about them. There was no “Oh what a cute baby bear. I want to pet it.” She also had a very tone and fit body, despite not having to work out, or be part of any sports. She was a loner from the start, and when her parents died, she was left basically along. So she sold their land, storing the money, and moved to the city to try to make a new life for herself. The day must have worn her out more then she though because after a couple moments, she fell asleep on the bench.
Belle held the cloak around her body tightly as the wind ripped through the eerie forest surrounding the castle. When the family horse returned rider less, she knew her father was in trouble, and she had to do something. She did not, however, expect her horse to lead her to such a desolate and foreboding castle in the middle of nowhere. What was her father doing here, and what was this place? She slid agily off the horse as she was brought to the front doors, and looked up in amazement at the massive structure. She had never seen anything like it before. She walked to the doors, scared and nervous, but determined to save her father from whatever trouble he was in. She knocked on the door, and paused as it slowly crept open. “h..hello?” she said, taking a cautious step in, and looking around. “Father?”
Julia rode harder than she ever had before. Her hair flailing behind her in bouncing waves. Her small night shirt was plastered to the front of her body, revealing every curve and the bouncing of her breasts to the movements of the horse. It was bad enough that the king was trying to Mary her off to some brute for political reasons, but when that brute tried to force himself upon her after too much wine, she had had enough. She was not some trophy her father could pawn off to be stuffed and mounted... no pun intended. She had kneed him in the crotch and smashed her forehead into his nose, then ran for her life. She was well trained in many things, but none as much as riding. She darted off the path suddenly as she came around a bend, moving into the forbidden forest. No one was allowed in there, nor did anyone wish to. Rumors spread like wild fire about strange noises, scary looking creatures, and disappearances in these woods, but she felt, right now anyway, that the wilds were safer then where she had just come from. Behind her a good mile back, rode Sir Boris Dever. Nose still spilling blood down his white shirt, plus four of his armed guards. Boris howled obscenities and threats at the open air as the target of her rage was too far ahead to hear. Julia plunged through the forest, winding through the trees, not having any idea where she was going, but didn't care so long as it was away.
4)Natalia Silvermoone was a well-known ranger, and it was not surprising then she would not be seen for months at a time. She was good at what she did, and specialized in orcs, goblins, trolls, and dragon. She had hunted them all and gained bounties to earn an income that could envy many. When she was invited to a new region to deal with a troubling Kobold problem, she almost didn’t take it. She was not familiar with Kobolds except when mixed in with other monsters following an overlord. It was curiosity more than anything that made her go, trying to figure out how a bunch of tiny lizards were causing so much problems for everyone. It became clear to her within the first week of her hunt. The traps made by the kobolds were so crude and simply, but leathely effective. Her clothes had been torn, her bow and arrows lost, and even her sword had been eaten by a rust monster the kobolds had kept as a trap. All she had left was her wits, and a pair of daggers. She wasn’t even hunting the Kobolds now, simply trying to get away. Now though. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She had fallen for a trap that she couldn’t believe they had even made. There was a falling log trap, covered on either side with pit traps, one of which she was in. she had managed to use her supreme dexterity to avoid the spikes at the bottom, but the walls were too slick to climb out on, and she could hear the kobolds coming.
Jasmine was being downright naughty the whole trip. The trip was brought on by the science club as an experiment to test the new "Avalanche proof" cabin. They were to stay a week and report any problems. Naturally the science club invited others, and the four-person team turned into a 12 person party. It was ok, since the cabin held 18 comfortably. When you walked into the building, you came into the living room, beyond which and against the wall, was the kitchen and stocked bar. To the left and right of the kitchen was a set of stairs and a hallway with 4 rooms. Each room had two beds, a dresser, a closet, and a bathroom with a shower. The living room had a huge fireplace; on top of which was a big screen TV mounted to the wall. A ring of couches and chairs all facing the TV, and a giant fake fur rug in the middle. Upstairs had weight equipment, a hot tub, and an entertainment center with all the latest video games. At the end of the left side hallway was a doorway that led downstairs to a basement which held the large solar battery that stored energy enough to run every electronic in the house at the same time for two weeks. It also held a large walk in freezer and storage closet that held sores of food and sundries for 18 people for two weeks. This way, though communication would be nearly impossible under the snow, due to no phone reception and no way to connect a land line, they inhabitants of the cabin would be able to survive long enough to be dug out. The chaperone for the science club had assigned the left hallway to the boys and the right to the girls to keep them separated, though he spent most of his time in the ski lodges down the mountain flirting with girls too young for him.
Jasmine decided what she wanted to test the most was the heater, keeping it at a comfortable 78. While most of the students went skiing, she stayed in a bikini top and daisy dukes. Though she got hit on almost constantly, she laughed them off and went on about her business. Around the science geeks, however, she laid the teasing thick. She would bend over to expose her ass and cleavage, she’d brush up against them with her breasts if they had to pass each other in a tight space, and when the other members were gone, she dressed even less. Kind of like this day. The chaperone was in the lodge again, and the rest of the crew had gone up in a helicopter to tour the top of the mountain and the potential snow path. They left a single science club member to monitor the weather, but somehow Jasmine was overlooked. She came out of her room wrapped in a towel around her torso. There was no sign of clothing above her squished breasts, nor below the waist where the towel covered little more than a mini skirt. She could have been wearing a strapless bathing suite, but naturally she didn’t give anything away. Without a word, though her hips swayed seductively as she walked up the stairs, she headed for the hot tub. She did not however realize that, while preparing her last meal, she had lost the key to her journal on the floor behind the kitchen counter.
6)She was still marveled that she actually got the house. She knew there were other people looking, and she was coming from out of state. Surely locals would have scooped this place right up. But they all backed out, letting her have the house. She took out the last box of her things from her little car and carried it up the walk, looking around in disbelief. She only had about to10 boxes of things, only needing clothes and dishes as the previous owners had left all their stuff. She closed the door behind her when she was in, setting the box down triumphantly. "Hunny, I'm Home!" She yelled out jokingly.
The demoness Zire Requiem managed to escape from the abyss, though how she managed it, she was not sure. In the abyss, she was a nothing if she was lucky, a disgusting toy if she was not, and she had been bent on getting out since she knew that was an option. She had been practicing and studying different methods, but the one that actually seemed to work was becoming ethereal. Once she had managed to perfect the art enough to travel to the material plane and actually possess an object, she did not hesitate. The sword she found was magical in it’s own right, but not enough to have an intelligence or ego to contend with, providing a perfect shell to anchor her here. All she had to do now was find a willing owner to pick her up and take her home. She would have to gain power through the owner until she were strong enough to survive on the material plane without an anchor, but with any luck, she would not stop there.
8)Eve Weying walked slowly through the streets of San Francisco with her hands jammed into the pockets of her long black trench coat. She didn't come to the surface often, being one of the few unregistered and unknown supers left out there, but she had to check the news and the papers for an update on what was going on. She didn't have an ID, seeing as it would say she were 5 as opposed to her 18, and not even the undercity dwellers knew who she was. The other coursing through her veins had been quiet and cooperative ever since the news of how the humans had not only found ways to stop the alien costumes, and were even using them to hunt each other, but her father was some kind of symbiote killing monster.
She chose to take up residence in the underground city her father once protected because just in case her secret did get out, she would be with people who had founder memories of her father then the surface people did. She rarely had to use her other here, unlike in her childhood when she was forced to train with it almost constantly, and was beginning to believe she could run a normal life. Even when her blood had been tested, it came up as some strange strain of blood disorder, so long as it stayed still and didn't move. Between that and the others ability to shield her mind from outside influences, she did a good job at hiding in plain sight.
She stopped at a street vendor selling papers and smiled sweetly as she played for a paper. She opened it and began reading as she headed for a park bench to enjoy the weather. Her costume in the form of a loose fitting red sun dress under her coat. She knew inevitably, something would happen that she would not be able to talk her conscience out of, but for now, she enjoyed her peace and relaxation.
9)Gemuth Svataril walked slowly through the dark forests, his wings folded over his back like a cloak. The rain pelted his head as he walked, causing him to lower it and lessen his vision considerably. He held tight to his staff as he used it to steady him on the muddy, unsteady ground. He was a Kobold, but Gemuth was so much more. All Kobolds had the potential to be so much more than they were, though most would never know it. It was his destiny to make that happen. Kidnapped as an egg by an experimenting young ranger, Fes-ril, Gemuth was given the chance to experience a life outside of the hive. Fes-ril was a beast master, and despite an excruciatingly long time, he managed to keep the Kobold from trying to kill everything in sight. Gemuth learned the benefits of companionship, the value of life, and the prospects of social interaction with the other races. Centuries of instincts bred through the kobolds would have denied him all those things, and he would have continued the cycle through another generations. But not now. Once he was calm enough to be taught, Fes-ril taught Gemuth the ways of a ranger, tracking, hunting, being respectful of nature, and the art of befriending the natural animals of the world. Gemuth was even able to teach the ranger a thing or two about trap making. Oh the ranger could make traps, but no one could craft something out of random junk like a kobold. When Fes-ril believed he was ready, he let the kobold free. Free to teach kobolds a better way, and to hopefully bring about another brand of “goodly race”. Gemuth didn’t know about all that, but he would be sure to bring about a new age for Kobolds. He grinned impishly through the pounding rain. Gemuth was special beyond his upbringing. Gemuth was an Ascended Dragonwraught. He was closer in touch with his dragon heritage then even the praised winged kobolds. He was the “missing link” so to speak, between Kobolds and dragons. He stood five feet tall, with an impressive draconic wingspan. His tail was longer than most, and with Fes-ril’s help had become quite prehensile. His hide was tougher then a normal Kobolds as well, appearing more as dragon scales then hide. One other aspect that set him apart from even other Dragonwraughts, however, was his magic. Many higher kobolds were natural sorcerers, using the magic in their dragon heritage to few minor works. Gemuth, however, was the only one he, or Fes-ril, had heard of who possessed the powers of a druid. Druid magic was divine in nature, coming about from a natural gift granted by nature. This meant either he had been chosen by a deity of the earth, or his heritage was rooted in one of the more nature based dragons. Regardless, he was special. And he intended to use that special nature to win his standings in a relatively new hive and begin the process of reeducation.
She was pretty sure it was not something she did, just who she was. Jill had everything, rich loving parents who were almost never home, perfect grades, perfect body, a bouncy sweet personality. Head of the cheerleader squad, drama club, speech and debate, year book, and swim team. She supposed it was only a matter of time before she pissed someone off... but this was a little much. She had been called over by a group of girls from the Timeville Timber wolves. They seemed to be in good spirits, so she saw no reason not to. They said they were having problems with one of their girls and didn't know what to do. Jill didn't hesitate, being happy to help... until they grabbed her from behind, gagged her and tied her down to one of the benches in the men's locker room. They cut the clasp to her top, leaving her breasts in full display, but left her gagged so she couldn't scream. And there she lay. The game had ended and she knew most of the people had already left. Maybe the other team would leave without coming to the locker room.
Lilly couldn't contain her excitement. She had just come of age, was just awarded her first pokemon, though it still didn't listen to her, and was free to explore the world. She had been given a Mightyena that once belonged to her father, and though it didn't listen to her, it did protect her, so she figured she would get better in time. She was leaving Fortree and heading to Lillycove to check out the safari zone before heading out to catch more wild pokemon, so she avoided the grass as much as possible. On her way, however, she tripped down a cliff face and ended up in a large patch of tall grass that was so high she could see over it. She tried heading towards where she thought the path was, but when she broke free of the grass in a dense, dark forest, she knew she was lost.
Some say there are other worlds out there where things happened differently. Where Mistress Hood did not become the mother of all werewolves. Where the mythical Snow White was not burned in a funeral pyre. Where the witch had not used her gingerbread house to create legions of Undead children. So many stories. Ivy rolled over in her huge plush bed that was covered in silken sheets to stare out the open window at the orange evening ski. She wondered what her role would have been in those worlds. Perhaps she had run away from home before her parents sent her to the neighboring kingdom to be married. Perhaps her would be prince had rescued her from the dragon, instead of being squished. Perhaps she had not been traded to the archmage for a magic broom. Perhaps there was some happy ending out there somewhere for her. But not in this world. Though for now she was well fed, treated lavishly, and only had to call the old mage daddy on the rare times he wasn't buried in a book. She closed her eyes, sprawled out in the bed, letting the silk nighty she wore ride up her otherwise bare body as she wished for a better world.
(6/7/9 and 3 to some extent, have full storylines with adventures)
(1/4/5/10 are all pretty much strictly erotic and not meant to be long term)
I would love to find someone compatible enough to take more then on of these and possibly add more. Thank you for your time and consideration, please pm me if you are interested.
Oh and please PM me instead of posting here so I don't have to copy and paste this into a new thread where there are too many replies for people to be interested in looking at it.