hannahlovecraft — Roleplayer Guild

Ok... so I'm not sure how to ask for this, or what to even call it, but I have become nostalgic for something I used to do way back in the day. I want a simi casual chat with a perverted twist that is part real part pretend. I would need someone with a sense of humor, and an open and dirty mind. Not to mention someone who can hold a good mental picture, which with today's popularity in cams, videos, and VR, seems to have become exceedingly lacking.

Basically I would like to have a fake, good, old fashioned online relationship with someone... but not a clean one. 18+ obviously. This could be a male or female. Rules of reality only loosely applying.

This is not Technically an RP, as nothing will be typed out in story method like an RP, but it is obviously a game, and I need a gamer who is willing to at least humor me, if not him/herself as well...

If this even remotely sounds interesting enough to you to try, please give me a PM and I can answer any further questions and going into further detail.

Also have some old ideas I wouldn't mind trying again. 

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? 
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.
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.
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