IsabellaRose

Not guilty. But now I wonder if I should. I have a feeling it won't taste the way I want it to taste, like a lot of other things I've put in my mouth. The next person has a favorite author.

Guilty, at least the region of my country where I live. We get COLD here in the winter. The next person is in an active real life roleplaying game that meets in person.

Guilty. One of the older ones, I think. It was back when I lived at my parent's and my brother was still here. I remember wishing I had Lara Croft sized boobs. The next person has a date coming up

Guilty. I needed some fresh veggies! The next person makes most of their own meals

loving embrace

Not Guilty, and never will be. I don't believe in marriage. The next person is in a happy relationship.

Not Guilty. Quite the opposite, in fact. The next person has an obsession with masturbation.

How much interest would there be in a daily Kinktober writing prompt? Nothing you'd have to do every day, but maybe I fire a few credits your way for every day you write one, just to get people writing and sharing some kinky fun...

Not guilty. I'm not actively looking for a new roleplay right now... there's just nothing really capturing my imagination right now. The next person has been told they're the one that's intimidating!

Guilty. My laptop. It triggers my IT friends something fierce. The next person loves seafood.

Guilty, but not in a long time. I think the last time was when I was shooting for 100% completion in the old Spider-man game, and spent way too many hours swinging around. The next person is looking forward to the best holiday of the year next month!

Not guilty. I don't care for breakfast cereal. The next person didn't like the last movie they watched.

Guilty, but I have it under control. It's those damned salty/umami flavors that I go bonkers out of control for... Next person has actively carried on an internal debate over whether or not to have a sexual encounter with a total stranger recently.

Not guilty. There's more than enough in my native language to keep me busy. The next person has survived a natural disaster.

Not guilty. My kinks are pretty vanilla, I guess. The next person has an unfulfilled kink they would like to be fulfilled. Beat me by THAT MUCH. Guilty. I've read the main Tolkien books - Hobbit, LoTR series, most of the Silmarillion. The next person has an unfulfilled kink they would like to be fulfilled.

Apparently guilty... I try, but often my brain won't let me sleep. Like last night. I got less than 3 hours of sleep and now have to try to power through my full work day pretending to be cheerful and creative. BLEH. The next person has a job they enjoy.

Kelsey sat on the metro hunched in on herself, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible in her baggy hoodie and sweatpants. It was her way in public. She tried to make herself unnoticeable, just another body on the train, no one worth looking at twice, no one worth noticing. Being small and inconspicuous had always kept her safe, as did the loose clothing and wide hood she always wore. If no one could see her, they wouldn't try to talk to her. It would be exactly the opposite as it was at work. At work they saw her. They saw everything. It was what they paid for, after all. But the crowds at work were off limits. She'd learned from the mistakes of her coworkers. Customers made bad boyfriends. Still. Sometimes she got worked up. Sometimes the eyes on her bare flesh, the gropes in the champagne room, rubbing her body against some guy to get him aroused... sometimes it got her worked up, too. Honestly, it was ninety five percent acting. She just did what she did, pretended to be aroused, turned on, into the guys, collected the money, and left. Truth be told, getting aroused almost never happened. But when it did, when her imagination took over and she started thinking and letting her mind fill in blanks she hadn't intended to leave, she got it bad. Right now, she had it bad. There had been a guy there, exactly her type. Tall, muscled but not too much, just cut, fit. He looked like his body would be hard. He'd been watching her, but hadn't come up to the stage when she danced. His friends had paid for the champagne room, and he'd come along, but he remained quiet, just watching, never touching, never saying anything disrespectful. She had been back there with Tonya and Missy, but his eyes had remained on her throughout their time in the back room. Missy had let a guy tittyfuck her, and Tonya had been the blowjob queen, but Kelsey had jut danced and looked enticing. The whole time he stared, grinning, as if they shared some secret. At first she had been annoyed. She wanted him to stop staring. But that knowing look, that secret smile, something about the way he looked at her had fired her imagination. She'd started to pay attention to him, and by the end of the night, she was dancing just for him, although she'd never have admitted that to anyone. She had taken off her dance outfit thinking of him watching her, and the thought had aroused her. She hadn't been naked in front of him, at least not fully. She hadn't been one of the stars in the champagne room, just a side dancer to keep the atmosphere charged. Now, sitting by herself on the train with half a dozen others up in the other end of the car, she remembered the way he looked at her. He'd been so focused, so intense, so... hot. She'd wanted him. She'd thought about him touching her. She never thought about customers. They were just boys to be teased and milked for cash. But he had someone caught her attention in the one place where all her defenses were up and she could resist anyone. The train slowed at the next stop down from the club. She waited, looking up as a couple people got off and one person got on. One tall, fit, cut man with intense eyes. It wasn't him, but it looked a little like him, and she could feel the fantasy taking shape in her head. He'd asked about her, found out what train she took home, made a point of being on the same train. He looked at her, barely able to see her face inside that big hood, but he must have liked what he imagined he saw, because he sat on the bench beside her, leaving an empty seat or two between them. <and that's as far as I got before I got too tired to keep writing>

Not guilty. I don't like cereal, so the banana slices wouldn't make a difference. The next person doesn't get enough protein in their diet.

Not guilty. I don't usually suggest scenarios except in a very "big idea" kind of way. I don't have much I really want to play out, so I'm more reactionary. The next person wishes they could change something about themselves physically.

Super guilty. I play this stuff out for fun and to be a better writer. The next poster is the opposite, and plays roleplays here just to get off.

Not guilty. I watch a lot of horror movies, but there hasn't been a franchise that's really caught my attention. The next person has a fetish they can't get adequately fulfilled through roleplay.

Guilty. It was one of those dates that inspire the worst scenes in romantic comedies. Absolutely terrible. The next person has a dream job they want.

Guilty. I don't know that I have a ton of roles that I want others to take for me, so it's easier to do what others' want. Next person has gone on a date in the last month.

Guilty. I've had so much fun playing in them on sites like this and using games like Walking Dead Universe RPG or End of the World: Zombie Apocalypse, both very fun tabletop RPGs. The next person loves putting a sexy twist on otherwise non-sexy RPG plots.

Guilty a few times, but probably percentage wise less guilty than more. The next person will only play their own gender in a roleplay.