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i am into anyything! if you're interested. whatever you want, however you want

I have several roles depending on kinks, I have discord, telegram, and session for any F interested.

I have several roles depending on kinks, I have discord, telegram, and session for any F interested.

[ about me ] I've been writing for about 30 years in forums, notebooks, and even games (WoW/FFXIV). If I am the one starting the thread, my initial posts can be a bit long, and after that responses are as long as they need to be for the scene. [ world building ] I write to discover—characters come first, and the world unfolds as we go. I don’t use character sheets; I learn characters by writing them. I thrive on collaborative, back-and-forth DMing and building the world on the fly together. I prefer controlling our own NPCs to keep voices and tone consistent. I love posts that move the plot forward, even in small ways, and I’m always open to twists. (And you don't even have to tell me first) [ preferences ] I’m totally fine with doubling and love fleshing out worlds with NPCs and lore—but I build as I go. I write instinctively, not from a fixed plan, and my characters range from soft and uncertain to stubborn little shits (never OP, always human). Cheating isn’t something I’ll likely write. It doesn’t add anything for me personally, and I don’t enjoy redemption arcs around it. I play mainly bottom role for NSFW. I'm not a fan of top/dominate positions, but for partners I've been writing with for a while and I'm comfortable with, I make exceptions for. [ pairings & settings ] mafia/cartel/gang, wuxia/xianxia, merfolk/human, past connections, 1920s-1940s era, high | low fantasy, feudal/edo japan, ancient china, modern/realistic, cyberpunk, dystopian, apocalyptic, transmigration, sing/songwriter/musician, serial killer/victim/psychiatrist, extrovert/introvert, master/servant, bdsm, dom/sub, student/professor/professor, priest/criminal | atheist, demon/angel, priest/angel, demon/priest, doctor/mob, witch/witch hunter, vampire/human/witch, werewolf/human/witch, monster/human/witch, eldritch horrors, royalty/royalty | commoner, supernatural, mental illness, bigotry, vikings, forbidden romance, age gap (not below 21), step-incest, taboo, non/dub con, samurai/yokai [ plot bunnies ] Here are a few loose concepts I’d love to explore, none of these are fixed plots, just starting sparks: Fallen Deities Two ancient rival deities are forced into a mortal form to stop their destructive war. Now they have to navigate life as mortal's, which include human emotions, including an inconvenient, growing affection for the other. Silk & Poison [Ming Dynasty - Ancient China] The youngest son of the Imperial Physician steps into his father's position when he suddenly falls ill, and right into conflict with a Prince who refuses to trust him. Jealous eyes in the court twist their clashes into something dangerous, just as poison claims his father's life. When the Emperor falls ill next, he's the one blamed. The Muse An artist paints their muse onto a canvas and over the following weeks/months the 'muse' watched them closely until they could figure out a way out of the canvas (or whatever it's on) in the middle of a hosted event at the artist's house and it creates a slew of problems.

Everyone of mine stop coming online or responding hoping to fill the gaps while I wait for the others to return. I will bend to your needs and prefer femdom (No pegging) but will play a female or male as long as it's not male on male

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I've had an idea at the back of my mind for a while about doing some RP with multiple partners on the public forum, and right now I feel like having both the time and will to make it happen. Not much, if any, backstory to this one, as the tittle says it would be me applying my skills next to the wall of a dingy room with holes in it and the willing participants at the other side of it. If there are fellas interested then DM me and will see if something can be made of it. Thank you for the attention ^^

Still open?

Laying there on the bed naked and spread apart, her pussy and tits so vulnerable, Rebecca never knew total fear as much as she did at this moment. He looked her over with lust in his eyes. She knew she would be raped soon and there was nothing she could do about it. Still, she struggled valiantly. Rebecca let out gagged' squeals as the crop stung her tits. She was still gasping as her eyes followed him to the table.....all sorts of horrible sadistic things were arranged in neat rows, She moaned, shaking her head. He brought over a set of shiny chrome nip;ple clamps and secured them to her tits. Rebecca let out a series of gagged' screams as she felt the cold metal teeth biting into her sensitive nipple flesh.....a connecting chain ran from the middle. 'Sex slave????....her .....MASTER?' NO, not THAT.....despite the pain from her tits, Rebecca twisted and bounced, trying to dislodge the clamps.

Jack’s brow furrowed as she shook her head, the response being a swift strike of the riding crop to her breast, hitting her nipple dead centre. It wasn’t hard enough to be outright painful, but it was enough to sting and draw her attention. Leaning over her, he stared intently into Rebecca’s eyes. “That won’t do,” he said with a low, sinister tone. “But you will learn.” Turning around, there stood a serving table behind him, on which various tools for this session had been prepared, from toys and clamps to further BDSM gear and other such things. Placing the crop down, he picked up a set of clamps. Coming full circle, he leaned over the bound girl once more. “From today onward, you are my sex slave, and I your master. That is your purpose as my property, and no, you don’t have a say in it.” And without much further ado, he firmly groped one of her soft breasts, fingers pushing deep into her flesh to keep it steady, despite what wiggling and resisting she might do, and with his other hand, he applied the clamp to her nipple. The small, jagged, metal teeth dug into her perky nipple, latching on firmly like a bloodsucking leech. The action was then repeated for the other breast, leaving her with two shiny clamps to torture her sensitive nubs, with no way for her to do anything about it.

The auctioneer described her in nauseating detail.....the size and shape of her tits, the fact she shaved her vagina, the contours of her ass.....as he took the bids, she struggled, her body gently swaying, her breasts jiggling. She knew she was arousing the bidders but that wasn't the reason for her movements....she HAD to get away from this nightmare!! Rebecca wondered how long it would be before her roommates noticed she was gone. It probably would be a while....all the girls were looking for potential male company. She heard the winning bid and looked out over the audience....all the bidders were still there, including one man in the front row thatg seemed to be gazing straight at her....it HAD to be him. Rebecca moaned as the masked speedo man reached up and released the straps from the ceiling and with one attempt, flung her over his shoulders. They came into an adjoining room....it was lined with cages, each one had a nude and gagged' girl inside. The cages were large metal transport cages meant for dogs.....the girls were forced in, made to hunch over on their knees. Their ankles and wrists were kept tied. As the padlock was put on Rebecca's cage door, she looked over at a cute redhead.....the girl was sobbing. As two men came to her cage, the redhead screamed as loud as the gag would allow, shaking her head....Rebecca and the other caged captives watched helplessly as the redhead was loaded on a flatbed truck, tied down and a tarp placed over the cage. They drove off, never to be seen again. The girls glanced over at each other....there must be over two dozen in the room....why hasn't anyone found them? What Rebecca hadn't known was that because it was Spring break, the girls were from all over, makin g it easy to kidnap; them. Her cage was loaded in a van and sped off. The drug she was injected with prior to transport kicked in quickly and she passed out. When she came to, she was in a plush ornate bedroom. Her arms behind her head, wrists cuffed to the headboard. Her ankles had a metal spreader bar locked in place, forcing her legs wide apart. The minute she woke up and stared at herself she began to struggle frantically. The man that purchased her was standing beside her with a black leather riding crop in hand. She shook her head in denial.

Jack didn’t particularly enjoy attending these sorts of… events. These actions were so pretentious, but it was how old money liked to do it, and as new money, he didn’t have much say in the matter, so he simply went along with it for as long as it served his needs. And his needs were of great depravity. Jack was by no means an unattractive man. Quite the opposite, even, being a thirty-seven-year-old man in great shape and blessed with good genetics, with sharp facial features, striking green eyes, and thick, straight, dark-brown hair dotted with a few silvery strands, cut and combed neatly. Ties were not his thing, so even now, dressed in a suit, he went without, leaving the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone, the edge of his toned chest to peek out. He sat quietly amongst the others, all donning masks to obscure their identity, as the girls were auctioned off one by one, his gaze only drawn by the last one, a shapely, young brunette with an ample bosom. Finally, after attending several of these auctions now, a woman who was worth making his own, to make his sex slave. The opening bid was 40k. No problem. He raised the small sign in his hand that had his action number on it. “I see 40k over here! Anyone going 42k?” Another entered bidding war. No matter. He’d go over it. And again. And again. “Sold for $51,000!” Good. He’d have her shipped to his private estate, a mansion in a rural area, just inside a lush forest. Private, secluded, unlikely to be disturbed, especially since the property was walled off. The nearest town was a ten-minute drive by car, and the nearest neighbour was almost just as far. Rebecca would be taken away, drugged again, and transported in secret while unconscious. Next time she would awake, she’d find herself in a bedroom. It was a nicely furnished bedroom, with a king-sized bed, one that she was bound to, hands cuffed and chained to the headboard, ankles cuffed and with a steel rod between them that kept her legs forcefully parted. She was gagged, the crude one from before replaced with a leather ball gag. Jack stood beside the bed, gazing down at her, his green eyes cold and calculating. He’d been given a rough timeframe for when Rebecca would awaken from her drug-induced slumber, so he’d been waiting for about fifteen minutes. “You’re awake. Good,” he said simply. “Do you understand the situation you’re in?” In his hand was a riding crop. Hovering it over her, he slowly placed the tip of it against the underside of one of her breasts. “Nod yes or no.”

22 year old Rebecca was sunning herself off during Spring break. The sun was bright, cloudless skies and the waves nearby almost put her to sleep. The stinking reminded her that she had run out of suntan lotion and it was time to grab another bottle back in the hotel room. Sure, they sold it right here on the beach, but she had to watch her finances, knowing the huge mark up. The attractive brunette dashed off in her yellow bikini, numerous pairs of eyes following her as she went past. The hotel room was usually occupied by 3 other girls but none were here at the moment. She went to the bathroom, found the bottle and was stopping to pick up some more money when a hand suddenly came out of nowhere, clamping firmly over her mouth, another around her waist. "Not one sound bitch," the male voice growled....."hate to damage the merchandise..." Another man came in, took off her bikini bottoms and forced them into her mouth, followed by layers of duct tape. Despite her frantic struggling Rebecca was forced on the floor and tied up. Soon a rag doused with chloroform was pressed over her nose and she passed out. The sounds of gagged' moans woke Rebecca up. She was naked, still gagged' and in some kind of semi darkened room along with 3 other girls, one she recognized from the same hotel just 2 doors down. Rebecca's arms were stretched over her head, wrists bound to a ceiling hook and her ankles tightly bound together...her more than ample tits jiggled as she fought. About a couple yards away was rows of chairs, all filled with finely dressed men and women while a topless girl went up and down the aisles serving drinks. A tall man in a tux gazed over the line up of naked struggling captives. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said..."welcome to tonight's auction. We have a select group of young ladies, all freshly taken for your consideration.....as always, once purchased, your selection will be caged and sent to wherever you wish..." The girls struggled valiantly but uselessly, their breasts swaying only serving to whet the buyer's appetites. Rebecca looked down the row where the first girl, a petite Asian was offered for sale. As the girl screamed through her gag, her dimensions were called out. "If you prefer girls with full pubic hair," the auctioneer said, "Youll love this one....most Asians have full mounds. She will make someone an ideal pet.....bidding will start at $20,000....." The Asian was bought and a masked man wearing only black latex speedos came up on the stage, reached up to release the girl's wrists, flung her over his shoulder and carried her off through a door at the end, the girl still kicking. One by one the girls were sold, Rebecca at the end. "We saved the best for last," the man said...."this incredibly sexy morsel was just captured.....measurements are 36-25-34. She's a natural brunette and as you can see, her pussy is shaved. She will make an excellent breeder with those gorgeous tits....she's a feisty little bitch but after extensive training will prove to be an ideal sex slave....bidding will start at $40,000...." Rebecca could hardly be;llieve what was happening.....one minute she was sunbathing on the beach...the next, she was gagged', nude bound and being sold like an animal in a pound.

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Consider making a preference sheet so people can figure out what you like ^^ its one of the options when you make a new post

New to this site, I cant really figure how it works, up for rp with milfs

Gerold was exhausted. He'd been riding since sunrise, with no destination in mind. The war with Avelinard was over, and the King was generous to his mercenaries; a rare treat. But Gerold's horse was barely plodding along now, and he agreed with it. But he wasn't relishing another night in the field. As if the gods had heard his prayers, around the next bend in the highway through the woods an inn appeared. The sign showed a Pikeman advancing, and the runes read 'Push Spears!' Huh. The owner must be a veteran, Gerold thought. Still, it was either this or roughing it again. At the stable, Gerold flipped the stableboy a couple of Coppers, grabbed his saddlebags, and headed to the door. The common room was not what Gerold expected. Instead of a gaggle of unwashed locals, the room was filled with an eclectic blend of races. Humans, Elves, Kitsune, Dwarves ... hell, there were races he'd never even heard of before in here. As he stood blinking in the light and the spectacle, the barmaid called out to him. She was a tall, staturesque Human woman with fiery red hair and a legendary bosom. "What's your pleasure, new blood," she asked. After a quick glance at the hearth, he answered, "A room, a bath, a joint, and Flip if you can do it. I've got coin." She smiled. "I can do all of that if you've got coin, and more." Glancing at a young woman standing off to the side, she said, "Meena, show this gentleman to his room and to the baths." "Yes Mistress," Meena stammered, and beckoned Gerold to follow her through a door in the back. As he got closer, Gerold realized that he'd been mistaken: Meena was not a girl, but a woman. Half-gnomish? Maybe. Meena was petite, but unarguably a woman with hazel eyes, freckles, and light brown hair in a ponytail. As she led him to his room, she pointed to a door to the left. "You can go in there for your bath, sir. Leave your clothes and goods in your room; they won't be bothered." That was extremely odd, and normally Gerold wouldn't have even considered doing that. But something about Meena made him trust her. So after stowing his gear, he padded naked down the all to the aforementioned door. Inside was a tub filled with clear, steaming water. In the corner was the washing bucket. As was polite, he started to wash himself before getting into the tub but after a few moments a pair of hands holding a cloth and soap reached around him from behind. "Let me, sir," he heard Meena say. Gerold decided to enjoy the attention, and Meena was thorough. She washed his hair, his back, and his legs. Foregoing the cloth, her small hand washed his ass and even gave his sack a few happy strokes. Turning to let her wash his front, he saw that she was now dressed only in bloomers and a leather apron. Embarassed, she kept her gaze downcast from his eyes but that only brought his cock into view. And it didn't hesitate to show how much he was enjoying her attention. After rinsing, soaking, and dressing in surprisingly clean and fresh clothing, Gerold returned to the common room and found a seat at a table that was apparently reserved for his use only. A generous portion of roasted beef, new potatoes, and carrots awaited him there, and Gerold dug in like a starving wolf. As he ate, the bartender was mixing the ale, egg, and spices for his drink. When he was finished and his plate cleared, she handed the mug to Meena and said, simply, "Serve him." Donning a heavy mitt, she took a loggerhead from the hearth and brought it and the drink to his table. She thrust the hot iron into the drink, which quickly boiled and hissed. The symbolism was lost on neither of them: Meena was blushing furiously now. Disposing of the iron, she proffered the mug to him. "Your drink, sir." Not taking his eyes from her, Gerold took a deep draught, swallowed, and let out a sign of contentment. At that, she looked up at him and met his eyes. "Was it to your liking, sir?" He smiled at her. "It is delicious, pretty." A spontaneous urge seized him just then, and he dipped his thumb into the foam and painted her lips with it. Meena's eyes widened in surprise, but after a moment she ran her tongue prettily over them. "Oh, my!" were her only words. Gerold glanced over to the barmaid, expecting a scolding at what he'd done. But to his surprise she was leaning on her arms on the bar, and the laces on her bodice had seemingly vanished in the last few moments. He could see the valley between her full breasts and she was clearly inviting him to gaze deeply. Stunned, he tore his gaze away and back to the serving girl. But instead of taking the opportunity to retreat, she stood gazing at him with those big, liquid eyes. "Please?" The bar had gone silent now. Every set of eyes was on him and Meena now. Gerold wasn't one for public displays. Certes, he tumbled a camp follower or two in the squad tents in his time, and stroked himself watching his mates do the same, but this was different somehow. And it both sickened and excited him to know that he was performing for all now. Dipping his two main fingers into the drink, he brought them to the servant's mouth. Meena blushed, but her bosom began to rapidly rise and fall as her lips parted slightly. Gerold touched his fingers to her mouth, and then pushed them past her lips. Unblinkingly, she began to suck them. The neck strings of her apron abruptly failed and it dropped down to her waist. Through her thin linen blouse, Meena's nipples began to push against the fabric. Gerold felt himself getting hard again, straining against his trousers. Meena noticed, and inhaled sharply. She blushed furiously, eyes growing wide at her own unexpected desire, but she moved between his legs and gazed up at him pleadingly. Decorum and modesty be damned. He pushed Meena to her knees. While she pulled at his trousers, he poured some of the Flip into his palm. His cock leapt up, gently smacking into her lips. She gasped, and he took a moment to paint the head and shaft with the sweet liquid. Holding himself with one hand and grasping her ponytail with the other, he guided her mouth to his cock. After a moment, she took him. For a moment, Gerold thought that she was a virgin, or at least inexperienced. She hesitated, touching him tentatively with her tongue. But then as if possessed by Lastai herself the girl leaned into the blowjob. Her tongue traced the ridges of the head, her lips stroked his shaft as she went down on him. She even used her teeth masterfully, scraping them against the sensitive flesh of his head and drawing a gasp of pure pleasure from him. After a few minutes, he knew that he was going to go into his mouth if he didn't do something, and Gerold had better places in mind. He reached down, lifted Meena by the hips, and sat her on the table. The heat and frenzy were taking them both now. With surprising strength she tore the shirt off his back, scoring his chest with her nails. He returned the favor, flinging the rags of her blouse to the straw-covered floor as he sucked her tiny nipples to hard points. Her skirts fell to him and her apron to her, and then Meena was lying nude on the table. Her small yet full breasts were holding their own against gravity. Her tiny waist led to curvy hips, and a neat tuft of chestnut curls covered her lovely mound. Meena parted her legs to his gaze, and the swollen ruby lips of her pussy drove all of the thoughts from his mind. He dove down on her, tongue splitting her lovely valley. And her folds responded to his mouth, swelling and parting to reveal that lovely flower of the women. He paused to enjoy the sweet pungency of her, and then began to work on the bud at the top of her sex. When her clitoris began to peek out he teasingly circled his prey, feinting an attack that drove her mad with expectation. She shivered into him, and he drank eagerly from her font. But Meena wasn't going to be a passive recipient. She squirmed around, and he desperately grasped for her waist, and the suddenly he was standing upright. Her hair, now unbound, tickled his thighs as her hands found his ass and her mouth his cock. Gerold could hear the patrons beginning to move, grunt, and groan now but he cared naught but for the serving girl's sweet pussy and her warm, wet mouth sucking him now. Neither of them lasted even a minute. She thrust her pussy against his face, grinding against his mouth and flooding him with her nectar as he shot into hers again and again. After a moment of confused acrobatics she'd flung her arms around his neck and hauled herself up for kisses, pressing her lovely tits into his chest, rubbing her nipples against his. To his shock, she fed him back his own cum; but after a moment they were sharing their juices between each other in a lusty frenzy. Gerold's cock didn't even bother to demand a break; he was still rock-hard and ready to go again. Laying Meena onto the table, he took a moment to look at the bartender. Her clothing had vanished as well, and she was sitting on the bar smiling at him whilst teasing her own sex with the neck of a wine bottle. As he watched, it began to slip in and out of her. Growling in pure lust, Gerold looked down to take the girl in front of him. But she squirmed free, clambering to her hands and knees and presenting her pussy to him. He didn't hesitate, grabbing her hips and thrusting his cock into her. She felt incredible, and his body wrested its own control from his brain. He began to thrust, harder and faster each passing moment. A Dwarf climbed onto a chair in front of her and thrust his surprisingly thick cock into her mouth. Meena greedily sucked him, and when a half-Orc joined she took him too. Oddly enough, both men grinned and bumped fists as the girl pressed their dicks together and went down on them both. This turned Gerold on like nothing before, and he thrust in a frenzy into her warm, moist pussy. Push Spears, he thought idly. How appropriate. Again he came, and then unexpectedly again. It was like he was compelled to fuck the hardest he'd ever fucked in his life, and he threw his head back and howled. Meena drove her ass back against him, grasping his cock with her pussy and milking him like he'd never felt before in his life. Suddenly exhausted, Gerold fell back into his chair. Dazed, he looked around at the formerly placid room and now took in the carnage of lust that he'd inspired.

I'm in the mood to spark an orgy. Two rules: the bartender is off-limits, and any character who sits down is out of the fray until they stand up again. Otherwise, anything goes as long as it's legal and doesn't violate EcciDreams TOS and rules. The first post will be long to set the stage. Enjoy!

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I'm looking for roleplay partners! ERP, long term, any POV. :) Plenty of RP experience, I do any type of roleplay!