I'm in my 30s, been playing RPGs for over 20 years. I have experience in D&D and White Wolf. I like a game that has a story. I like to either run the environment, have it run, or share. That includes NPCs, weather, and other random circumstances. I can do smut, but even it has to have some kind of story. I can play almost any setting. Male, female, animal, or monster. I have a chaotic life, so my replies will be a little random, though I should be able to get a response at least once every couple days.
I am not likely going to look at this unless I'm updating it, so PM me if you are interested.
Here is the deal. I'm looking for serious partners. I want quality, not quantity. I want to be able to enjoy responding, not feel obligated to do so. I want someone I can turn an idea into a year long epic with. Please don't waste my time with anything less. I'm very picky. I'm sorry, I don't have the time not to be.
I'm in a very rough patch in my life, so I'm really looking for a couple specific things, and a specific kind of partner. I have an extended plot and world that spans centuries, the entire world, and several stories rolled into it. I'm looking for someone I can connect with on a real writers level to help me flesh all this out. (Extremely Picky Here!) If I start a story with you, and ask to drop it, it is not personal, it just means it's not what I'm looking for. You would also need to be able to improvise several different preset characters. I have general ideas for characters, just not personal touches. Like the leader of a mutant rebellion who is funny, but a serious leader, or a sadistic A.I., or a human animal hybrid who has been cast out of his pack for acting too human. Settings vary from modern, apocalyptic, futuristic, and western. I don't have a lot available on this to just browse through, so if you are interested, please ask.
I'm in a very rough patch in my life, so I'm really looking for a couple specific things, and a specific kind of partner. I have an extended plot and world that spans centuries, the entire world, and several stories rolled into it. I'm looking for someone I can connect with on a real writers level to help me flesh all this out. (Extremely Picky Here!) If I start a story with you, and ask to drop it, it is not personal, it just means it's not what I'm looking for. You would also need to be able to improvise several different preset characters. I have general ideas for characters, just not personal touches. Like the leader of a mutant rebellion who is funny, but a serious leader, or a sadistic A.I., or a human animal hybrid who has been cast out of his pack for acting too human. Settings vary from modern, apocalyptic, futuristic, and western. I don't have a lot available on this to just browse through, so if you are interested, please ask.
State of the World. the current age is 378 AW. (After War). The coming of the third great war, and the events leading up to it, caused many changes. The biggest influence, however, was braught about by a simple scientist named Simon. Simon was in charge of a project to attempt to stabelize the sun. He was supposed to find a way to stop the solar flairs and sun spots, and if possible, keep the sun from eventually burning out. Simon made many break throughs, and debunked many theories in his time at the secret facility in Missouri. Paired with a physisit they even accidently succeeded in launching a rocket into the sun without the use of fuel. The electromagnet launcher was not supposed to work as well as it did, but a malfunction caused the machine to launch the rocket straight out of orbit with enough force to keep it moving after it hit space. The chemicals Simon had placed in the rocket were not really ready and should have simply desolved due to the heat of the sun... but it didn't. Whether the force of the magnet changed their proporties, or if Simon miscalculated something, is still unknown, as the rocket dissappeared into the sun with no visual effect. The launch was not reported, as there was not supposed to be an actual launch, and because no usable data was gathered due to the malfunction of the machine. The launch did have an effect, however. Many effects, in fact. A new kind of radiation began bombarding the planet. Humans began to develope powers. Hybrids began evolving. Plants and animals around the world began growing and evolving even in the most urban areas. The lands themselves changed, acompanied by natural disasters abounding, which added to the chaos already spreading. South America suddenly shifted north, plunging into the Gulf of Mexico, Africa splits away from the rest of the land mass, drifting south. the middle east, home of the new Unity Church, breaks away from asia with the pull of Africa, making a new island... and Los Angeles drops into the ocean. New mountains litter the land, volcanos long thought dead spring to life, and tidal waves drown millions around the world. The Hybrid Movement. At the start of WW3, a genetic marvel went mostly un noticed at a lab deep in the jungles of south america. Genetisists discovered a safe and easy way to splice the genes of a human with that of another mammal. many attempts have been made with avian and reptilian DNA, but all attemps failed with disasterous, and often horrifing results. This news Almost went unnoticed. An extreemist environmental group known as D.O.T.E. (defenders of the earth) invaded the lab, holding the scientists hostage. Though requests for aid were sent by the scientists, none would come due to the wars raging in the north. Over a number of days, and with much (and often painful) persuation, Dote managed to convince the scientists to splice them. Once the activists learned the prossess, they killed the scientists, and continued the prossess with any activist who chose to join. The splicing only made minor changes at first, extended claws and teeth, hightened senses, tougher skin, and often the changes were painful or sickening as they took hold, but in the end, it generated an efficient boost to their abilities and confidence. Using the chaos already under way in the world, the new Hybrid Movement went into action, circling the globe to destroy refineries, eradicate big business farms, sink oil refineries, and slaughter hunters. they seemed to be everywhere, and where there was corruption, there were activists waiting in line to join. This went on for a couple years, when it all seemed to stop as fast as it started. Some believe it was the effects of the new sun. Some say it was an unrealized side effect of the splicing. Some believe the scientists tweeked the project to get back at their captors. Whatever the reason, the Hybrids continued to change, growing more and more like their animal side. Fur, Fins, fangs, and flippers, The hybrids grew to a true mix of animal and human. Their animal instincts took more and more hold of them as well, reverting them into beasts of the wild. They stopped their raids and began staking out territories of their own. They kept their human tendencies to cluster into comunities, even overcoming the territorial nature some animals have for other species, except for when it comes to those outside their colony. Type of hybrid became a hereditary trait, taking the form of which ever gene was more dominant. As the generations went on, the hybrids procriated and spread finding new homes in the ever wilder world that was growing. Mutant Revolt(s) The radiation of the new sun caused changes no one ever imagened. The most, and first, noticed was the expansion of the human mind and body. It started as an "outbreak of Psionic abilities", but was soon realized as a mutation in the human DNA. Humans began developing talents of a sort that matched their personality. Firey outgoing people often developed pgrokinetics, tough guys (and girls) often developed Biokinetics, while brainiacs tended towards telepathy. Oddities did happen, of course. This boost in power came just in time, as the CERN portal started putting forth swarms of creatures, destroying everything in their path. Mutants of the Africa, Europe, and Asia were herded together, trained, and sent out to fight this new threat along side the armies. As soldiers died, and more, and more, humans turned into mutants, the ranks of the the military became flooded with these superpowered beings, most of whom have no desire to be there. Then came Markous Caine. Markous, a former general of a well known special mutant troop. Injured while thrusting his troops to the portal itself, he established an outpost there for the troops to hold back the oncoming invation from there. When he was returned to Europe for treatment, he became an advocate to the growing mutant population. His charisma, passion, and some say his powers, which no one seems to know, thrusted his popularity sky high. Once the government realized Markous was trying to bring the mutants out of their control, they turned on him. Stripped of his rank and prestige, the government cast Markous out of the political circle. But some fires are too hot to be stifled, and some deeds can not be ignored. The mutants rallied behind Markous, outraged by his treatment. This sparked the Mutant Rebelion. Led by Markous, the mutants turned on the shrinking human population, and began their slaughter. Without their military, since the majority of it were mutants, the countries had no defence against the onslaught, and quickly fell. Markous taking the lead, he quickly intilled a new government, freeing all mutants into a time of celebration and peace. Volenteers were recrueted to guard the portal as well as to round up any remaining humans to be brought held in prison until they changed or died. It was great for a time, but eventually Markous began enforcing laws. Then the enforcement became more strict, and more harsh. Soon there were armor plated shock troops patrolled the streets, violators of Any laws were drug off to Markous' palace, and often never seen again. Under hushed breaths, and whispered in dark allies, Markous was being dubbed the Mutant Hitler. And they were right. Though the exterior and upper floors of the castle that Markous had taken was prestine, the subcellers were a maze of torture chambers and mad scientist labs. Expiriments were run on all prisoners to test everything from durability to mental endurence, from the limits of new found powers, to the possibility of possessing multiple powers. An new expiriment had also presented itself when a small pack of Hybrids stumbled into the area and were captured by Markous' patrols. Was it possible for a hybrid to mutate? After meny tests, and a few deaths, the scientists dubbed the prospect a possibility, though more tests would have to be done. the cells are 3 stories underground, and are dimly lit by a florecent light hung in the middle of the cell and along the hallway. We were part of that pack that was captured, locked seperately in cells next to eachother. The last Hybrid before us was just dragged away. We have been here for days, fed decently, but otherwise completely ignored. each time a new subject is needed, a mutant walks into the hall, putting one of us to sleep, then dragging them off, never to be seen again.
I am not likely going to look at this unless I'm updating it, so PM me if you are interested.
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OK, I'm not sure what I ate before bed that made me think of this one, or a Muppet song I haven't heard in ten years, especially now that I look at it a year later, but here it goes. This is a tragedy romance, but the tragedy comes first. A boy or girl loses their love to death, then later ends up in a car wreck. The story is about the character traveling a bizzar world following a rainbow. There are three possible endings which amount to the character dying, remaining in a coma, or waking up. The details I will leave quiet, partially because I do not know them myself. This is kinda like What Dreams May Come meets Alice in Wonderland meets Wizard of Oz. You would play the character, I will play everything else. I'm not positive I can actually still do this, but I still remember where I was going with it and how it ends, so I am willing to give it a try.
OK, I'm not sure what I ate before bed that made me think of this one, or a Muppet song I haven't heard in ten years, especially now that I look at it a year later, but here it goes. This is a tragedy romance, but the tragedy comes first. A boy or girl loses their love to death, then later ends up in a car wreck. The story is about the character traveling a bizzar world following a rainbow. There are three possible endings which amount to the character dying, remaining in a coma, or waking up. The details I will leave quiet, partially because I do not know them myself. This is kinda like What Dreams May Come meets Alice in Wonderland meets Wizard of Oz. You would play the character, I will play everything else. I'm not positive I can actually still do this, but I still remember where I was going with it and how it ends, so I am willing to give it a try.It was all kind of a blur. The rain was coming down so hard, not even the windshield wipers could keep up. The soundtrack to the Muppet movie was playing from a cassette in a futile attempt to lighten the mood. Relentless and redundant voices talking about the sanctity or life, the need to press on, that there was so much left to do... The impacts was never felt. At one point the barely visible street flowed like a stream through the windshield, the the whole world spun. There was no feeling of the car rolling, colliding into a tree, or of the other car driving off. Just mute vision. The only sound was that of Kermit the frog singing 'Rainbow Connection'. Even as the world stopped spinning, stopped rolling, 'Rainbow Connection' played on. Through the cracked windshield, the clouds parted into a single Sunbeam. In that beam, a bright rainbow began to rise. As it did as things slowly faded into blackness... When light returned, the car was gone, as was the rain, the music, and the pain. All that remained was the rainbow in a clear, orange evening sky. All around was a rolling field of rainbow colored flowers. To the west was line of trees marking the beginnings of a dense forest. To the north rose the peeks of some unheard of mountain range. From the south came the familiar sound of sea gulls. The rainbow, however, stretched east across more flowers into god nows what distanceses.
OK, this is an old one I'm very picky about. I was playing it for two years with a partner who just disappeared. I say this to explain that if you do not have the patience or writing capabilities to achieve this, don't bother. This is a mix of smut and epic story. The princess is part of a lineage of witches who can breed with dragons to make subspecies. The princess and dragon are unaware of this at the start, but the scent or the princesses arousal sparks a desperate need to mate in the dragon. I'd put this in the back room if it weren't for the mass amounts of regular rp this has potential for. I'd like this to be DnD ish, though it is not required. What is required: The dragon does NOT turn human. The dragon is intelligent and a decent creature with the ability to speak. He must be either human size or have the ability to shrink. There is no fade to black. 
Julia spurred the horse out through the castle gates as if her life depended on it, And likely it did. She never liked Thupher to begin with, the brutish barbarian that he was, but she never imagined it would go this far. Her father was desperate to marry her off, obviously, to go so far as to betrothe her to the chief of the barbarian tribes as a peace offering. No other noble would take her, however, as she was not your typical princess. Julia stuck her nose in every corner of the kingdom she could, trying to learn. She trained under monks, sailors, hunters, soldiers, and Calvary. She apprenticed under bakers, seamstress, waitresses, and Fletcher. She was strong willed, and first, and untamable as far as most nobles were concerned. Julia had just bathed, turning in for the night. She was dressed in only a silk nighty, which in no way helped her when Thupher slammed through her door, easily lifting her by the waist and tossing her to the bed. She could smell the wine in his breath before he had even approached, and all she could do was fall back on her training. As he got closer, she thrust her leg up between his, slamming into his premature hardness, and doubling him over. As he bent down, she sat up, slamming her forehead into his nose. She didn't stop there, however. Knowing the temper of his people, Julia leapt from the bed and dashed down the hall. Her only thought was to get away, nd the best way to get away was fast, so she headed directly to the stables, leaped onto her horse and rode off into the late winter night. She had a head start on the enraged man, but she was not as used to the bitter cold winter weather as he was, and the nearly non existent protection she had offered no help. As she left the city walls, she could hear the screams of her pursuer promising a quick death. She ignored her face tingling from the biting chill, her nipples painfully hard as they rubbed against the smooth silk, and the legion of goose bumps that covered her body as her long blond hair streamed out behind her, and her crystal blue eyes filled with tears.
What does a young college girl do when she finds she spent the last of her inheritance on a haunted house? And then what does she do when she finds the spirit seems to have a bit of a crush on her as random romantic gestures start showing up around the house, not to mention the dreams.... 
Myra Barry had always been lucky back home. Luck of the Irish had not been simply a joke around her, and everyone knew it. Even accidents that hurt had a tendency to turn into something beneficial in the end. Granny Barry had always said they fairies were 'watchin ova they own' when Myra would walk away from something that should have killed her, like the time she feel from the tree, tumbling down branch after branch only to land on her feet at the bottom when she was 7. Or at the bar when the Leary's decided Myra had been cheating at cards. Myra had accidentally taken a broke pool stick in the back that miraculously missed everything vital. That incident had ended a five year family feud and earned her a date with the cute elder son of that family. The scar on her back had healed almost perfectly, and had grouped the freckled that ran down her back into a tiny four leafed clove like a tramp stamp at the small of her back. Granny Barry called it a sign. She had been initially denied for the University of Missouri in Columbia as a foreign student. She was not sure she could afford the trip anyway, but then two things happened that caused Granny Barry to cackle for hours as Myra packed. Myra's uncle had passed away, leaving Myra a substantial amount of money, and a month after getting the denial letter she had received a call stating that a student that had been accepted could not afford the trip, and it was hers if she wanted it. Myra accepted immediately. She had only been in Missouri a week when she found the House of Spades. It was supposed to be a historical house, and walking distance to her classes, but they were asking very little for it. She was able to buy it, a bike, a new laptop, and all her books, and still had enough to make it through college without getting a job. She probably would get one anyway, but it was nice not to be forced to. The house was even almost completely furnished. With being from another country, and with the grades she held, she was going with almost no tuition due to scholarship and grands she had earned. Myra had chalked the looks she got when asking for directions to the house to her accent, or maybe even her freckles, Americans didn't seem as used to them as the Irish were, but she got the feeling they had something to do with the house. The college town was beautiful and busy with students running around to prepare for next week. She would be joining them tomorrow, but today she was going to settle in to the House of Spades, and relax. She smiled as the taxi pulled up to the Spades. She had only been in the house twice. Once to look around, which she did for nearly an hour, marveling at the deal she had gotten. The second time was to bring the majority of her stuff and set it in the living room before bolting back out the door. She was ecstatic then, and even now as she stood on the curb, looking up at the house she now owned. A house her parents would have never dreamed of having, and the house she may very well spend the rest of her life in.
Myra Barry had always been lucky back home. Luck of the Irish had not been simply a joke around her, and everyone knew it. Even accidents that hurt had a tendency to turn into something beneficial in the end. Granny Barry had always said they fairies were 'watchin ova they own' when Myra would walk away from something that should have killed her, like the time she feel from the tree, tumbling down branch after branch only to land on her feet at the bottom when she was 7. Or at the bar when the Leary's decided Myra had been cheating at cards. Myra had accidentally taken a broke pool stick in the back that miraculously missed everything vital. That incident had ended a five year family feud and earned her a date with the cute elder son of that family. The scar on her back had healed almost perfectly, and had grouped the freckled that ran down her back into a tiny four leafed clove like a tramp stamp at the small of her back. Granny Barry called it a sign. She had been initially denied for the University of Missouri in Columbia as a foreign student. She was not sure she could afford the trip anyway, but then two things happened that caused Granny Barry to cackle for hours as Myra packed. Myra's uncle had passed away, leaving Myra a substantial amount of money, and a month after getting the denial letter she had received a call stating that a student that had been accepted could not afford the trip, and it was hers if she wanted it. Myra accepted immediately. She had only been in Missouri a week when she found the House of Spades. It was supposed to be a historical house, and walking distance to her classes, but they were asking very little for it. She was able to buy it, a bike, a new laptop, and all her books, and still had enough to make it through college without getting a job. She probably would get one anyway, but it was nice not to be forced to. The house was even almost completely furnished. With being from another country, and with the grades she held, she was going with almost no tuition due to scholarship and grands she had earned. Myra had chalked the looks she got when asking for directions to the house to her accent, or maybe even her freckles, Americans didn't seem as used to them as the Irish were, but she got the feeling they had something to do with the house. The college town was beautiful and busy with students running around to prepare for next week. She would be joining them tomorrow, but today she was going to settle in to the House of Spades, and relax. She smiled as the taxi pulled up to the Spades. She had only been in the house twice. Once to look around, which she did for nearly an hour, marveling at the deal she had gotten. The second time was to bring the majority of her stuff and set it in the living room before bolting back out the door. She was ecstatic then, and even now as she stood on the curb, looking up at the house she now owned. A house her parents would have never dreamed of having, and the house she may very well spend the rest of her life in.This is based heavily on World of Darkness, but can still be played without it. Other verses it could be played in would be Underworld, Grimm, league of extraordinary gentleman, or the anime Hellsing. An ancient darkness awakens when her tomb is disturbed. She has to adapt to the modern age, as well as survive long enough to regain her powers. Her awakening has set the other creatures of the world on edge, however, and many of them would rather kill first and ask questions later. I don't have an intro for this yet, as it may change to much to have a simple repeater. This one is not easy to pull off because it is very taxing on my partner, who would have no real character themselves. You would essentially be playing the world, for better or worse. You are welcome to NPCs who try to win her over, but this story is more about her and the world.
This is a marvel rp based roughly in the present. It traces roots to the true origin of Venom, as well as black spiderman. (Look up the original Secret Wars) without Lore, she will fit pretty much anywhere in marvel.
Few remember the short stint that Eddie Brock, as Venom, lived as a hero in the hearts and minds of a homeless community in a sunken city below San Francisco. Venom had saved a handful of homeless people from being abused by criminals, and in gratitude revealed their underground society descended from survivors of the 1906 San Francisco Earthquake. What no one knew, however, was that Brock had taken a lover there. After Brock's departure, little to nothing is heard from the homeless city. Over a few years, things returned to normal, and the criminals returned to terrorize the locals. That is until Ivy Brock came of age. No one knew she was special. She grew up among the other children, had good times and bad, and blossomed into a mature young woman without incident. One day, however, while out begging for food, Ivy was assalted by a group of teens intent on having their way with her. Something inside her snapped loose and the world went black. When she awoke, the teens had been torn to pieces, and were left scattered around the alley they had drug her into. Naturally she ran, hiding in the sewers until she could figure out what to do. While there, Ivy began hearing voices in her head... No, not voices... A voice. She marveled at the things it was telling her, unable to believe them. It was telling her that her father was not the only thing that had impregnated her mother, and that as Ivy was growing in her mother's belly, the spawn of Venom's symbiot was growing in her. They were one being, even more joined than Carnage was to his symbiot. 
For two days Ivy wondered the sewers as the thing spoke to her, telling her what it could do, what They could do, and in the end, she accepted it, not that she had a choice. She was welcomed home, and things went back to normal, no one able to implicate her in the butchery in the alley, though she still watched the news carefully. There were a couple witnesses that heard her screams for help, and then theirs. A one said he saw what looked like a black mass of tentacles killing the boys. Police even got a blurred image of her face from one of the boys cellphones. It looked like Venom's. Like her father's. She was careful to avoid that side of town from then on, going about her life as if nothing had happened. Maybe no one would notice. It wasn't the police she worried about. Venom had powerful enemies on both sides of the superhuman line. She just wanted to live her life, not be hunted for her father's life.
For two days Ivy wondered the sewers as the thing spoke to her, telling her what it could do, what They could do, and in the end, she accepted it, not that she had a choice. She was welcomed home, and things went back to normal, no one able to implicate her in the butchery in the alley, though she still watched the news carefully. There were a couple witnesses that heard her screams for help, and then theirs. A one said he saw what looked like a black mass of tentacles killing the boys. Police even got a blurred image of her face from one of the boys cellphones. It looked like Venom's. Like her father's. She was careful to avoid that side of town from then on, going about her life as if nothing had happened. Maybe no one would notice. It wasn't the police she worried about. Venom had powerful enemies on both sides of the superhuman line. She just wanted to live her life, not be hunted for her father's life.In a world ruled by supervillains, only the ruthless survive... Or the insane. Rumors abound of tiny pockets of heros trying to rise up, but even if they did, there was little left of most of the world to liberate.
This was actually stolen from my personal setting, but I adapted it slightly to fit the "old man Logan" mini series. Again, marvel, but set a bit in the future. It's an interesting read, I recommend it.
The old house on North End street looked abandoned and run down from the outside, but the locals knew better. People were known to have disappeared in that house, and those who managed to make it out babbled about the place being haunted. Police had scoped out the house, only to find it empty. All people truly know, is that since strange noises started coming from the house at night, crime had almost completely stopped. Partuxet Subdivision was once a rich, fancy neighborhood, and most of the houses are still owned by the descendents of their founders, but crime had driven the rich out. Soon, only gangs and run always lived in the walled in community of decaying buildings. That is until the monster came to live there. One night, there was a massive gun fight behind the walls of Partuxet. Screams, gun shots, and curses echoed through the night. Police where called, managing to capture some gang members, but these prisoners were running away, and only babbled about a monster in the shadows. By morning, every gang member had been killed or arrested. The dead had been savagely ripped apart, the living traumatized for life by what they had seen... or didn't see. A complete sweep of the area revealed no monster, nor any living thing that could have committed the slaughter the cops had to wade through. That was 10 years ago. The gates to Partuxet remain closed and locked, though kids still slip in for cheap thrills, and gangsters sneak in in an attempt to reclaim their stolen turf. The kids get the thrills they were after, and always make it out alive... though therapy is often involved in the aftermath. The gang members are never heard from again. Tonight was a clear calm night with a cool breeze that drifted through the over grown trees of the street. Sandra had not had to deal with intruders in a couple of days, and had decided to relax. The "other", as she called it, cushioned her as she lay on the floor of the attic, staring out at the moon. Tendrils of the other slid through the walls of the house, checking for rats or rot. She was excited, though she didn't know why. Something made her shiver with anticipation, but like with most things that encompassed her thoughts, she did not know if that meant fun or food.
This was actually stolen from my personal setting, but I adapted it slightly to fit the "old man Logan" mini series. Again, marvel, but set a bit in the future. It's an interesting read, I recommend it.
The old house on North End street looked abandoned and run down from the outside, but the locals knew better. People were known to have disappeared in that house, and those who managed to make it out babbled about the place being haunted. Police had scoped out the house, only to find it empty. All people truly know, is that since strange noises started coming from the house at night, crime had almost completely stopped. Partuxet Subdivision was once a rich, fancy neighborhood, and most of the houses are still owned by the descendents of their founders, but crime had driven the rich out. Soon, only gangs and run always lived in the walled in community of decaying buildings. That is until the monster came to live there. One night, there was a massive gun fight behind the walls of Partuxet. Screams, gun shots, and curses echoed through the night. Police where called, managing to capture some gang members, but these prisoners were running away, and only babbled about a monster in the shadows. By morning, every gang member had been killed or arrested. The dead had been savagely ripped apart, the living traumatized for life by what they had seen... or didn't see. A complete sweep of the area revealed no monster, nor any living thing that could have committed the slaughter the cops had to wade through. That was 10 years ago. The gates to Partuxet remain closed and locked, though kids still slip in for cheap thrills, and gangsters sneak in in an attempt to reclaim their stolen turf. The kids get the thrills they were after, and always make it out alive... though therapy is often involved in the aftermath. The gang members are never heard from again. Tonight was a clear calm night with a cool breeze that drifted through the over grown trees of the street. Sandra had not had to deal with intruders in a couple of days, and had decided to relax. The "other", as she called it, cushioned her as she lay on the floor of the attic, staring out at the moon. Tendrils of the other slid through the walls of the house, checking for rats or rot. She was excited, though she didn't know why. Something made her shiver with anticipation, but like with most things that encompassed her thoughts, she did not know if that meant fun or food.This would be based on Firefly. It would be set Just after the broadcast about the Reavers. It revolves around an Alliance secret agent who steals an alliance prototype ship full of secrets. He saw the broadcast and fears it will spark the Alliance to do something wreckless, which they do. I am open to negotiations on cannon characters and plot hooks. I will have to refresh myself on my Serenity Lore, but I want to pick the show up where it left off.
The smartest kid in school just won his (or her) science class a trip to a ski resort to test a new avalanche proof cabin, but a week before the trip half the science club came down sick. The instructor decides to replace them with his favorite students... which included Jasmine. Jasmine was the school tease, and most believed an easy lay, and seemed to have chosen the nerd to torment. That didn't seem to change at the cabin either, for when everyone else left to chase slopes, Jasmine stayed behind. When an avalanche buries both of them alone, it proves the stability of the cabin, but threatens to turn a dream come true into a nightmare... that is until Jasmine loses her journal, which held a secret that could change both their lives.
This one is very smuttish and I have yet to come up with a plot for after the cabin. I would play Jasmine, who secretly fantasized that the nerd would dominate her and use her body for his or her pleasure. This can very easily be edited into a Teachers revenge as well.
I really want to rescue this from the pure smut pile. I have played it many times, and it always fizzles due to lack of direction. The best luck I have had with this is to take it out of Slice of Life (thank God, hate admitting I have a couple of those) and spice it up with some sci-fi. I have tried a Werewolf nerd, but that fizzled. Took a Cthulhu bent, which was awesome, but also fizzled. I need a path After the cabin....Help?
This one is very smuttish and I have yet to come up with a plot for after the cabin. I would play Jasmine, who secretly fantasized that the nerd would dominate her and use her body for his or her pleasure. This can very easily be edited into a Teachers revenge as well.
I really want to rescue this from the pure smut pile. I have played it many times, and it always fizzles due to lack of direction. The best luck I have had with this is to take it out of Slice of Life (thank God, hate admitting I have a couple of those) and spice it up with some sci-fi. I have tried a Werewolf nerd, but that fizzled. Took a Cthulhu bent, which was awesome, but also fizzled. I need a path After the cabin....Help?
The owners of the cabin spared no expense in its design, or its luxuries. It was meant to be the first of it's kind, but they wanted to ensure a wide margin of differences between themselves and their competitors. The cabin was three stories tall, built like a dome, and held 12 rooms. As soon as you opened the front door, you are in the living room. The big screen to was mounted into the wall above the door. Couches and chairs made a simicircle around the door, but other chairs littered the room behind it, especially the massage chairs along the wall. Staight back, in the center of the dome, stood the kitchen and walk in pantries and coolers. Fully modernistic and top of the line, as well as fully stocked to feed 12 for a month. To the sides of the kitchen were the hallways to the first six rooms which circled around the kitchen and storage, plus the stairs leading to the second floor. The second floor was smaller than the first, following the arch of the dome. The center was walled in, housing an indoor gym and spa. Around it was the last six rooms, and the stairs to the third floor. The third floor was a single room, and a nerds paradise. Electrical equipment and computers were scattered all over, each monitoring something different. Seismic activity, wind speeds, temperature, weather forecasts, satellite images of the cabin and mountain, just to name a few. There was also an open work station equipped with a state of the art computer and two monitors. It was made for taking notes and making reports, but there was open access to the internet. The ceiling here was new bullet proof glass, designed to withstand tons worth of pressure, plus provide a beautiful view of the sky at night. The ceiling could be opened or closed by remote over this glass. All in all, the state of the art cabin was meant to be completely avalanche proof. The materials in the walls were stronger than the average materials made for these cabins. They were flexible enough to withstand some give during the impact of an avalanche, but strong enough to hold up even afterwords. Each room was equipped with a king mattress, dresser, night stand on either side of the bed, walk in closet, full bath with walk in shower and garden tub, tv, and mini fridge. The living room tv was equipped with the Xbox one, ps 4, and Wii u, all accessible to the internet with paid accounts. The gym was equipped with weights, treadmills, a hot tub, a sauna, a small track, yoga mats, medicine balls, and mirrored walls. The kids of the technology class had been awarded to spend the week in this state of the art cabin if they recorded the readings on the computers on the third floor. 
Jasmine knew the fine line she walked, and she was both excited, and terrified by it. She could defend herself if she had to through martial arts and gymnastics, but with her popularity, it usually wasn't necessary. She was genuinely a nice person, beautiful, and came from a wealthy family, so people tended to flock to her, though usually not in any attempt to form a true friendship. The added rumors that she was easy enhanced her popularity, but lessened her chance of meeting someone genuine. But the Incident had stolen any chance she had at a normal life. When she was 7, her mother had gone crazy. Her father, a sword collector, killed her mother, but accidentally stabbed her as well. The puncture had destroyed her uterus, and though the doctors had fixed her expertly, she would never have children, and once she reached puberty, a new problem arose. Her hormones flooded her in an almost constant state of need. The older she got, the more this need overwhelmed her and she was at great risk of getting into serious trouble. Medication didn't seem to work, and always gave very negative side effect. Eventually a psychiatrist convinced her to start keeping a journal of her thoughts. This ended up working more than anything else, and she ended up using it. As her body and mind grew, the imagery and perversion grew as well, as did her ability to write. Her hormones made her body fill in just the right places, as well as know just how to show it off, but her mind, and heart, kept her from acting upon her thoughts. She knew she wanted the impossible, but she didn't know what else to do. She wanted a man who could respect her for who she was, yet still give her what her body needed. She had tried dating a couple time, but knew the other person was only interested in sleeping with her, and she knew, especially after he learned her secret, He would not respect her. ----- Through it all, there was (your character). He/she didn't know about her problems any more than anyone else, but he/she had always treated her as a person. It was only the circumstances of social standing that kept her from approaching him/her earlier on, but as her sexuality grew, a normal relationship would not have worked. She didn't think even (name) would be interested in the full package. Defeated, she continued to tease, and continued to write, but subconsciously, (name) had become her primary target. She would use every possible opportunity to pass him/her too closely, letting her firm ass graze his/her crotch, or she would bend over too far, giving teasing glances up her skirt or down her shirt. She went on every field trip (name) went on, knowing at least there, there would be chances of them getting stuck alone together. Jasmine didn't figure this field trip would be any different than the others. She would go, let the others wonder around, and pretend to be bored. Jasmine was very intelligent, and actually enjoyed most of these trips, even without her teasing, and the torrent of words that would hit her journal after. (Name) was usually interested in the things at the field trip, so he/she and his/her friends usually ended up alone. Jasmine would usually find an exhibit nearby that she liked, and would pretend to be bored as she soaked up the knowledge, usually bending over in just the right angle to give the nerds a nice show. This trip was a bit different, however. Even (name)'s friends had wondered off, chasing the pretty girls along the slopes. Jasmine and (name) were usually alone in the cabin, (name) looking over the readings like they were all supposed to be doing, while Jasmine wondered between her room, the kitchen, and the gym. She never wore anything appropriate, usually favoring a bikini for the hot tub, or a pair of yoga cut offs and tank top. Today was no different. Jasmine had been laying on the couch in the living room, writing in her ever present, and ever private journal, wearing nothing but her black yoga shorts and bikini top. She had bluntly refused everyone's advances to try to get her to go with them to the snow lodge for a helicopter tore, and when everyone had left, she took up residence on the couch, oblivious of where (name) was.
This can be full incest or step or adopted. Basically the son (or daughter, I would consider FxF or a reversed role) has a bad date and comes home early, finding his mom reminiscent of old times. The mother is submissive, and the two embark on a journey to see just how far her sexual appetite can go.
Tina sighed deeply as she leaned back in the lawn chair on the back porch. What a couple decades it had been. Her online journalism had taken off nicely, allowing her to support the two of them nicely. They were by no means rich, but they didn't want for anything either. Part of that was due to the generosity and humbleness she had exercised and instilled in her son. They lived alone on the outskirts of town on the top of a tall hill. From the back porch they could gaze out over the city, yet had no neighbors within a mile on all sides. She had saved enough money to pay for her son to go to college for 8 years in secret, but had also insisted that he work for his tuition. All things Eric had planned before he died. She sighed again, fiddling with her wedding ring with her thumb as she took a long drink of her wine. She hadn't had alcohol in over 10 years, and she moaned softly with the familiar warming as it spread all through her. The night was warm, but a cool breeze blew through the skimpy silk robe she wore to partially cover her nude frame. She hadn't worn this in over a decade either, not since her son... And more notably her son's friends were old enough to take notice. She had over heard them talking about her before, and it had never bothered her... frankly it aroused the he'll out of her, but she had tried so hard to give her son a normal childhood. She blushed deeply as she ran her fingers through her freshly showered hair, remembering his friends teasing words about what they would do with her, especially as they got older. If only they knew.... (Name).... he had grown up into such a man. Just like his father. His girlfriend was such a lucky girl if she knew what she had... Tina wondered how (Name)s date was going. She blushed again thinking of the similarities between him and his father, wondering how far that similarity went. She smiled, licking the wine slowly from her lips as she watched the sun setting. Somewhere in the city, a single firecracker went off, signaling the 2 hour warning for the firework show. The time when (Name) and Tina dropped what they were doing, grabbed their drinks and snacks and headed for the back porch. The 4th was special, not just because it was her birthday. Eric had proposed to her on that day. They were married on that day. (Name) have been conceived on that day. And that was also the day Eric and Tina discovered the darker sides to their sex life. It had become a tradition.... and this was the first year she would spend it alone. That is why she was treating herself. Shower, wine, Perfume, and nudity. Absolute comfort... and loneliness.
Tina sighed deeply as she leaned back in the lawn chair on the back porch. What a couple decades it had been. Her online journalism had taken off nicely, allowing her to support the two of them nicely. They were by no means rich, but they didn't want for anything either. Part of that was due to the generosity and humbleness she had exercised and instilled in her son. They lived alone on the outskirts of town on the top of a tall hill. From the back porch they could gaze out over the city, yet had no neighbors within a mile on all sides. She had saved enough money to pay for her son to go to college for 8 years in secret, but had also insisted that he work for his tuition. All things Eric had planned before he died. She sighed again, fiddling with her wedding ring with her thumb as she took a long drink of her wine. She hadn't had alcohol in over 10 years, and she moaned softly with the familiar warming as it spread all through her. The night was warm, but a cool breeze blew through the skimpy silk robe she wore to partially cover her nude frame. She hadn't worn this in over a decade either, not since her son... And more notably her son's friends were old enough to take notice. She had over heard them talking about her before, and it had never bothered her... frankly it aroused the he'll out of her, but she had tried so hard to give her son a normal childhood. She blushed deeply as she ran her fingers through her freshly showered hair, remembering his friends teasing words about what they would do with her, especially as they got older. If only they knew.... (Name).... he had grown up into such a man. Just like his father. His girlfriend was such a lucky girl if she knew what she had... Tina wondered how (Name)s date was going. She blushed again thinking of the similarities between him and his father, wondering how far that similarity went. She smiled, licking the wine slowly from her lips as she watched the sun setting. Somewhere in the city, a single firecracker went off, signaling the 2 hour warning for the firework show. The time when (Name) and Tina dropped what they were doing, grabbed their drinks and snacks and headed for the back porch. The 4th was special, not just because it was her birthday. Eric had proposed to her on that day. They were married on that day. (Name) have been conceived on that day. And that was also the day Eric and Tina discovered the darker sides to their sex life. It had become a tradition.... and this was the first year she would spend it alone. That is why she was treating herself. Shower, wine, Perfume, and nudity. Absolute comfort... and loneliness.Ok, so I knew I wanted to do something with this song, but it has taken me forever to think of something. I am stretching this pretty thin here, so if you have a better idea, let me know.
I was trying to make something beyond the obvious Trist with Santa as it is too slice-of-life than I am comfortable with. So I added a sliver of horror, and fairy tale drama.
So, Plot. Perpetual Bachelorette gets sappy one lonely Christmas, and writes a letter to Santa asking for chocolate. She gets them. Thinking it's her friends, she shrugs it off until next Christmas. After some eggnog and another bitter lonely night, she asks Santa for money. Nothing seems to happen over night until she puts her socks on for work. In it is a winning lottery ticket. Now she knows it is not her friends. The following year comes the song. All of which she receives.
by now, her friends all think she has lost it and start to distance themselves. This makes her sad, but it throws her further into her obsession with Santa. Finally, for Christmas she asks for him after listening to "all I want for Christmas is You."
This is where things begin for us. She has sent the letter, it is Christmas Eve, and she is up waiting for Santa.
In this, Santa is actually an ancient Fey, and is searching for someone to give him children since he can not have offspring with another Fey (Mrs. Clause) this time is different, however. People have become ignorant of the old ways, and no longer believe in Fey, let alone Santa. So they don't feel obligated to keep to their agreements, especially when they don't realize they made one. She has accepted his gifts three times, and now has called to him by name. By the old laws, her first born is his.
Last time he did this, the woman went out and had an abortion, going back on the contract. Naturally she was put to death, but this time, he was willing to take more drastic measures to ensure the safety of his offspring. He would take her with him when he was done.
I was trying to make something beyond the obvious Trist with Santa as it is too slice-of-life than I am comfortable with. So I added a sliver of horror, and fairy tale drama.
So, Plot. Perpetual Bachelorette gets sappy one lonely Christmas, and writes a letter to Santa asking for chocolate. She gets them. Thinking it's her friends, she shrugs it off until next Christmas. After some eggnog and another bitter lonely night, she asks Santa for money. Nothing seems to happen over night until she puts her socks on for work. In it is a winning lottery ticket. Now she knows it is not her friends. The following year comes the song. All of which she receives.
by now, her friends all think she has lost it and start to distance themselves. This makes her sad, but it throws her further into her obsession with Santa. Finally, for Christmas she asks for him after listening to "all I want for Christmas is You."
This is where things begin for us. She has sent the letter, it is Christmas Eve, and she is up waiting for Santa.
In this, Santa is actually an ancient Fey, and is searching for someone to give him children since he can not have offspring with another Fey (Mrs. Clause) this time is different, however. People have become ignorant of the old ways, and no longer believe in Fey, let alone Santa. So they don't feel obligated to keep to their agreements, especially when they don't realize they made one. She has accepted his gifts three times, and now has called to him by name. By the old laws, her first born is his.
Last time he did this, the woman went out and had an abortion, going back on the contract. Naturally she was put to death, but this time, he was willing to take more drastic measures to ensure the safety of his offspring. He would take her with him when he was done.
This is a fantasy version of Nerds revenge, and goes nowhere. Only did it, hell created it, for a partner. Would consider doing it again, but would need a direction to take it in...
Jasmine Delerose had little to no chance of being important. The last of 13 daughters, all her sisters were married off to other kingdoms, leaving her without a suitor. As her puberty set in, no one was there to notice. No boys tried to woo her, and her parents we busy with foreign trade. Being a small kingdom on an island barely big enough to fit it's castle, Florin was rarely seen with its king and queen, yet kept moving right along. The kingdom was filthy rich with trade, surrounded, and protected, by allies on all sides, and the hub of artists and craftsmen the world over. Yet with all this, Jasmine was left alone in the castle with the wait staff and guards. Usually, she would even leave them, traveling to her private cabin, being followed only by her personal guard. The personal guard that was not allowed to let her out of their sight except when she bathed. The only source of attention she received. The cabin wasn't much, just a large single room with a bed big enough for 10 men, a large window overlooking the beach, and a mile away from anyone. It was built for her to go to while her sisters were courting, because Jasmine had made herself a problem after watching her sisters seduce men. Her body was just getting ready to do all the things her sisters were already doing. Jasmine snuck around the secret passages and hallways at all hours to spy on her sisters, seeing every stage of relationship. She listened as her sisters discussed how to dress and move to make men want them. She had seen kissing and fondling. She had also seen all manner of sex, from traditional to dirty. She was turned in by one of the older guards after acting out some of the things she had seen. The cabin was built, and the guard was fired, making the other guards leary about saying anything. What was not known, was that she still practiced those methods while she was at the cabin, even though the only ones to see it were her guards. As her body developed, she began to wear less, pose more, and show off her young untouched body. On a couple occasions, Jasmine had actually come out completely nude, and walked around just to see the men become uncomfortable. It was the only sign she had that she was desirable. As she got closer to being of age, the desperation to become wanted grew unbearably high, to the point that she had to start writing them down in a journal. Her desperate erotic dreams going onto paper. The more she wrote, the darker the desires became. Her latest ones being about the guard, all of them, forcefully taking her in her cabin. All of them taking turns, coating her in their cum and rubbing it in to claim her. Some of them were even darker. Wolves finding her in the woods, being sacrificed to a Dragon who fucked her instead of ate her. One very weird night at the cabin she dreamed about skinny dipping and being rapped by a kraken. But writing it down helped, and though she always finished flushed and breathing heavy, she was better during the day. She never told anyone way what she was writing, nor did She go anywhere without it... until today. "Jasmine! We're leaving!" Her mother and father had made plans to leave for a week to speak with another city about trading sapphires. Jasmine had no idea. Jumping off the bed, She ran off to say goodbye, though she would continue the rest of her routine for a trip to the cabin as soon as her parents left. She would head to the kitchen To pack food, ready the horses, and inform everyone she was leaving. An hour worth of time the guards would be alone. The only difference was, this time, Jasmine forgot her journal. She had been writing in it when her parents called, and had left it open on her pillow as she ran off. There on her pillow was the little book of secrets, open to the guards she had teased for so long. Jasmine was ecstatic. It didn't matter that her parents forgot today was her eighteenth birthday, since they hadn't remembered her birthday since her last sister moved away. The staff had made a birthday picnic for her, She was going to have a week at the cabin to herself, well mostly, and she was already hyped up from this morning. Jasmine hadn't changed out of her nighty this morning, rolling onto her stomach to write first thing. The silk cloth that barely covered her small firm ass left little to the imagination. She had developed very nicely, though the only reason she knew was from how the guards shifted uncomfortably as their hardons grew. Her cheeks turned pink slightly at the thrill of how her body made the react, and she couldn't help but make it worse. She shifted in the bed, her legs towards the window as she wrote. Seemingly absent mindedly, she let he knees spread some as she began to slowly kick her legs in the air like a child. There were two guards posted at the window to protect against assassinations, and her new position would give both of them a clear view up her milky thighs, to her small, shaven, untouched lower lips. She wore nothing under the nighty, and as she continued to write, rocked her little butt to a song in her head, and imagined what the men must be thinking, those lower lips glistened in the morning light with her juices. Then came the call which set her at an even higher state of excitement. This was going to be a great day, She just knew it.
This can be done with werewolf or regular wolf, lone wolf or a pack. I have played this a couple times that showed promise. One bent was that Jen was a Witch, which helped. (Lol which witch is which.....sorry). Regardless, this needs a direction, I am open to suggestions....
Jennifer was having the time of her life. She had just bought a house in the country, using her inheritance, wisely she had invested enough that she never had to work again. She popped in her earbuds as she headed out her back door. There was no one near her for hours, acres of forest on all sides. It was just her and nature, and she was going to go enjoy it. Jennifer was a country girl, and had spent most of her life outdoors. She wasn't scared of the woods, nor the animals. She had actually spent some time in college as an environmental activist. That's where she learned about the house. Her parents had died in a plane crash a few months before graduation, and while she finished off her degree, she was at a complete loss as to what to do after school. One of the local activists, Markous Brodey, was losing the battle with cancer. He had a several hundred acre reserve that had been in his family for generations that held one of the purest natural habitats for wolves in the country. People had been trying to buy him out, but he continuously refused. Once the news of his cancer got out, the harassment stopped. He was old, had no family, and it appeared his land would be left to the state. That is until Markous met Jennifer. Markous offered her the land dirt cheap, and moved to a retirement on the beach in Croatia. Jennifer graduated and moved into her new home and responsibilities. Jennifer was no stranger to guns, or government conspiracies, so she kept the house well guarded, and left the phones off. She was told a small pack of wolves had moved in, but she hadn't heard or seen them, so figured they had kept going with the noises of her moving in. Normally she was modest, but out here, she had no shame, and headed out the door in nothing but a sports bra, yoga shorts, and a pair of shoes. Her well fit body ready for the healthy jog. The bra held her covered, but allowed for a bounce that she was not used to, causing her nipples to harden, but she simply giggled and continued on, knowing no one was nearby to see. Her blonde ponytail bouncing with carefree abandon behind her. Jennifer was a loner, and needed no friends. She was a virgin, and proud of it. She was never able to find a man her style anyway. She wanted someone loyal and loving, but would fuck her like an animal. Who couldn't contain his desire for her, and would use her body to pleasure himself, but wouldn't look down on her for that. Yeah, like that kind of person existed today. Jennifer's powerful legs carried her through the forest like she belonged there, her flexible body dodging trees and branches like a care free doe. The happy beats of Galic Storm sliding into her ear through the headphones as she lost herself in the beautiful forest. She had no idea where she was by the time she had to stop to take a breath, but there was a long log that made a convenient bench for her to lay back on and breath. The music from her headphones, the warm sun poring down over her sweating body, and the cool massaging breeze, however, quickly lulled her to sleep. Her dreams, like so many since puberty, were about her dream man laying over her and taking her. Sliding down her body and eating her out, causing her body to react, though she slept, her juices moistening the yoga shorts. Soft whispers escaped her slightly parted lips as her back arched slightly from time to time, causing her curvy hips to give small little rolls to her phantom lover.
Jennifer was having the time of her life. She had just bought a house in the country, using her inheritance, wisely she had invested enough that she never had to work again. She popped in her earbuds as she headed out her back door. There was no one near her for hours, acres of forest on all sides. It was just her and nature, and she was going to go enjoy it. Jennifer was a country girl, and had spent most of her life outdoors. She wasn't scared of the woods, nor the animals. She had actually spent some time in college as an environmental activist. That's where she learned about the house. Her parents had died in a plane crash a few months before graduation, and while she finished off her degree, she was at a complete loss as to what to do after school. One of the local activists, Markous Brodey, was losing the battle with cancer. He had a several hundred acre reserve that had been in his family for generations that held one of the purest natural habitats for wolves in the country. People had been trying to buy him out, but he continuously refused. Once the news of his cancer got out, the harassment stopped. He was old, had no family, and it appeared his land would be left to the state. That is until Markous met Jennifer. Markous offered her the land dirt cheap, and moved to a retirement on the beach in Croatia. Jennifer graduated and moved into her new home and responsibilities. Jennifer was no stranger to guns, or government conspiracies, so she kept the house well guarded, and left the phones off. She was told a small pack of wolves had moved in, but she hadn't heard or seen them, so figured they had kept going with the noises of her moving in. Normally she was modest, but out here, she had no shame, and headed out the door in nothing but a sports bra, yoga shorts, and a pair of shoes. Her well fit body ready for the healthy jog. The bra held her covered, but allowed for a bounce that she was not used to, causing her nipples to harden, but she simply giggled and continued on, knowing no one was nearby to see. Her blonde ponytail bouncing with carefree abandon behind her. Jennifer was a loner, and needed no friends. She was a virgin, and proud of it. She was never able to find a man her style anyway. She wanted someone loyal and loving, but would fuck her like an animal. Who couldn't contain his desire for her, and would use her body to pleasure himself, but wouldn't look down on her for that. Yeah, like that kind of person existed today. Jennifer's powerful legs carried her through the forest like she belonged there, her flexible body dodging trees and branches like a care free doe. The happy beats of Galic Storm sliding into her ear through the headphones as she lost herself in the beautiful forest. She had no idea where she was by the time she had to stop to take a breath, but there was a long log that made a convenient bench for her to lay back on and breath. The music from her headphones, the warm sun poring down over her sweating body, and the cool massaging breeze, however, quickly lulled her to sleep. Her dreams, like so many since puberty, were about her dream man laying over her and taking her. Sliding down her body and eating her out, causing her body to react, though she slept, her juices moistening the yoga shorts. Soft whispers escaped her slightly parted lips as her back arched slightly from time to time, causing her curvy hips to give small little rolls to her phantom lover.I have a... Not really roleplay, kinda quick smut, thing, I used to do back in the day. It's kinda stupid, but fun for me anyway. I will try to explain the best I can, but if you have questions, just ask.
..... OK, I think the best way to do this is to simply break it down. I have a list of characters (female), that I will send, similar to a dating site profile list. (Or like the old AOL and yahoo profiles) you would treat it as if it were a dating site, sending a comment to one of the girls. From there we simply chat as if I were the girl and you were talking to her. (You are more than welcome to make your own character for this). This is where the smut comes in. All my girls are a bit submissive, so as things come up, you'll be able to talk them into doing things, until eventually you can make her do whatever you want. I will respond as if she is describing what she is doing.
Couple things that are extremely important. 1) You have to understand, this is not a roleplay. There will be no "hooking up". You (or your character) are only interested in making her do things via the chat. Maybe, just Maybe, if I like how things are going, and We get along as partners, I may choose to flip it into a roleplay by having them meet.
2) These are not meant to be long lived. They get old kinda fast if not handled correctly. This is ok. It's simply meant to take up some time, and be a little fun. That's also why I have several choices, and can make more.
If you get tired of it, just let me know. If you get confused, let me know. If you want to do more than one at a time, let me know. If you have a specific taste in girl (hair color, age, setting) let me know. I'm very easy going and have very very few limits. If you ask for something I don't agree with, I will not judge, I will simply let you know it's not my thing.
If you are interested, pm me, we can work something out
..... OK, I think the best way to do this is to simply break it down. I have a list of characters (female), that I will send, similar to a dating site profile list. (Or like the old AOL and yahoo profiles) you would treat it as if it were a dating site, sending a comment to one of the girls. From there we simply chat as if I were the girl and you were talking to her. (You are more than welcome to make your own character for this). This is where the smut comes in. All my girls are a bit submissive, so as things come up, you'll be able to talk them into doing things, until eventually you can make her do whatever you want. I will respond as if she is describing what she is doing.
Couple things that are extremely important. 1) You have to understand, this is not a roleplay. There will be no "hooking up". You (or your character) are only interested in making her do things via the chat. Maybe, just Maybe, if I like how things are going, and We get along as partners, I may choose to flip it into a roleplay by having them meet.
2) These are not meant to be long lived. They get old kinda fast if not handled correctly. This is ok. It's simply meant to take up some time, and be a little fun. That's also why I have several choices, and can make more.
If you get tired of it, just let me know. If you get confused, let me know. If you want to do more than one at a time, let me know. If you have a specific taste in girl (hair color, age, setting) let me know. I'm very easy going and have very very few limits. If you ask for something I don't agree with, I will not judge, I will simply let you know it's not my thing.
If you are interested, pm me, we can work something out